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“Another mission perfectly done,” Genesis said, clapping slowly when Sephiroth returned, “show off.”
“I just do them like I am ordered,” Sephiroth said, looking a little uncomfortable at the comment, “you should do the same.”
“I do the same good enough,” Genesis said with a huff, frowning when he saw Sephiroth shift a bit, “you still feeling under the weather.”
“Mmh,” Sephiroth said, like usual not really wanting to admit to it, but he had been feeling stomach cramps and having hot flashes, “probably a cold. It was rather rainy and the wind was freezing.”
“Do you have a fever?” Angeal asked, coming close and touching his forehead. He tensed at the touch, something both of his friends were used.
The young Alphas nearness was different then usual though. Both his friends had come into their designations a few months before, Genesis’s rut just two days before Angeal’s.
Of course the two friends had spent it together, and Sephiroth had felt so left out, hearing them talk about how their scents were compatible Alpha scents.
It wasn’t uncommon to have multiple Alphas in a pack, seeing that it was a more common designation. Omegas were truly rare and often formed the centres of a pack, mostly one omega and three or four Alphas.
But his friends were young and they would find more people to join them. Sephiroth was secretly hoping he would be one of them, if he came into his designation.
“You feel a little warm,” Angeal said, pulling his hand away and suddenly Sephiroth could smell the most delightful scent coming from his friend, but then the awareness of his disappeared, “you best rest.”
“I have a medical check-up with Hojo now. I will rest after,” Sephiroth stated, almost thinking that he had imagined the scent.
“Right, rest,” Genesis said, almost sounding mocking. It was true that Sephiroth rarely did rest. Even in his own rooms in the labs did he rarely feel at ease enough to actually rest.
Sephiroth bid the two of them goodbye, reluctantly leaving for the labs and hoping that his check-up would go fast. Hojo would probably reprimand him for being sick or something and with some luck he would be sent to his room until his sickness was over.
A cramp went through his abdomen, and he rubbed it until it went away, starting to feel warmer and warmer and suddenly desiring to take his clothes off.
But he was no stranger to ignoring his desires and made his way into the correct lab.
“You’re late,” Hojo said, not even looking up from his screen.
“My apologies,” Sephiroth said, not even trying to make an excuse. Standing to the side, he tried to keep standing still, but he could feel his cheeks flush with warmth, which contrasted so much with the coldness of the labs.
Scents were starting to become more and more pronounced, and he was becoming dizzy with the sudden influx on his senses.
Breathing out rather rashly out of his nostrils, Hojo finally looked up. The man touched his glasses and stared at Sephiroth, who tried even harder to look like everything was normal.
“Something is different,” Hojo said, standing up and walking up to Sephiroth. Ever since he had his last growth spurt, he was taller than the man, but he still felt tiny when those eyes were fixated on him, “on the table with you.”
“Yes sir,” Sephiroth said, hurrying to the examination table in the middle of the room, ignoring the looks of the different lab techs around him.
They had all been handpicked at Hojo, and the man had made sure that they would never look at him as anything more than a specimen. There were no allies here.
“Let’s see,” Hojo said, starting to take his parameters, a tech following him to note everything down, confirming his heightened body temperature.
Sephiroth’s discomfort increased, both Hojo and the tech’s scents domineering and overpowering and very, extremely vile.
Unable to stop himself, he recoiled, multiple times, making Hojo hiss in annoyance every time he moved.
“Sit still,” the professor commanded, looking annoyed by his lack of self-control while he was trying to take a blood sample.
Taking a deep breath, Sephiroth held it when the man leaned in close and finally managed to get the needle in.
It was difficult to not just get up and go away. He was feeling dizzy and distracted and the heat was making him feel clammy and sweaty. His clothes felt constraining and they were started to feel uncomfortable.
He needed to go away, but he couldn’t, and still the wave of scents was starting to overwhelm him.
“Want to go,” Sephiroth almost whined, gasping when he felt something contract in him and suddenly there was wetness leaking from between his ass cheeks.
Hojo’s head snapped up.
“An Omega,” Hojo said, his hand suddenly grabbing the hair on Sephiroth’s nape and pulling it back.
He followed the movement, knowing better than to object. His throat was now open and vulnerable and he made a sound of discomfort when he felt the professor press his nose against his neck, the vile scent to close to his.
The feeling of the man rubbing his scent gland over Sephiroth’s made him nauseous and dizzy and he nearly threw up.
“You stink,” Hojo growled, letting go of the hair and Sephiroth nearly fell from the examination table, dizzy and disoriented and finding it harder and harder to think while the heat was building.
“What?” Sephiroth asked, his mind feeling clouded and not really caring about anything but getting away here. Trying to get up, he fell back, breathing heavily, “I’m going now.”
“No, you’re not. This is an excellent opportunity to study your biology,” Hojo said, suddenly taking a syringe from a shelve and Sephiroth grasped his hand before he could plunge it into him.
“No!” Sephiroth said, not wanting to be subjugated to whatever Hojo wanted him to.
“Sephiroth!” Hojo shouted, making his ears ring and the ingrained habit of obeying kicked in.. Still holding the hand, he stared at the man, feeling too warm and confused and knowing that he was supposed to listen to orders.
Hojo’s scent was so disturbing, and he could smell more vile scents from nearby, where curious assistants were looking at him. It made his skin crawl and he just wanted to go back to his rooms and bury underneath his blanket.
Or even better, go to Angeal and Genesis. The two Alphas had loads of blankets, and even though he had been unable to smell them clearly before, he was quite sure that they would smell a lot better than Hojo.
Closing his eyes, he swayed for a moment, his mind already imagining him inbetween the two Alphas, his body yearning to be touched and to have the touches chase the heat away.
His distracting mind cost him, and he felt the syringe plunge into his arm.
“No!” he exclaimed loudly, trashing for a moment, but the drug worked quickly and he felt his body grow lax and fall to the ground.
“Don’t worry, it’s just science,” Hojo said, looking at the body drop to the floor, still conscious, but unable to move. He grinned down at Sephiroth, “you are truly full of surprises. After your last growth spurt you have far exceeded the average height of an Omega. I thought you would be an Alpha. I never met an Omega that stunk this hard though.”
Not able to answer, Sephiroth kept on lying on the floor, seeing Hojo gesture to people to get him up the table again.
Suddenly there were too many people around him, their hands touching him, stripping him and strapping him to the table, revealing his body to their curious eyes.
He couldn’t move, but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel nor that he wasn’t aware. The heat fevers luckily made him feel hazy and dragged his consciousness under at times when he was unable to pleasure himself and get out of them, his body overheating.
They collected samples and blood and fluids, long needles going into his glands, extracting his essence painfully. Some hands wandered too far, but Hojo told them off, wanting to keep his specimen pure for a later date.
“And I want to see how he gets through his heat without relief,” Hojo said, measuring everything from Sephiroth, to the amount of slick that came from him, to how large his erection was.
“Well, I guess we could find some volunteers if you decide to see how he goes through a heat with relief,” the man said, making Hojo snort.
“You are not to touch him,” Hojo said, frowning a bit and looking at Sephiroth, who had hazily been following the conversation, “he is under now, but he might kill you afterwards and it’s difficult to find good staff.”
“Oh, right,” the man said, looking at the Omega strapped to the table, “well, it’s unlikely that there’s anyone who wants an Omega looking like that. I prefer mine smaller than me and not so muscled.”
“It’s true that he’s not a particular attractive Omega. And he does stink,” Hojo said, sniffing him again, some other people agreeing.
Sephiroth’s scent soured even worse at the words, and he could see people physically recoil, but Hojo grabbed his hair again and the Alpha rubbed his scent gland over Sephiroth’s, who wished he could get away.
It was days before the drug completely wore off, being strapped to the table while his body lost all kinds of bodily fluid, Hojo testing too many things during his heat.
“Seems like it’s about over,” Hojo said, finally letting him up from the table, the bruises from the straps still clear on his skin.
Not letting the man talk anymore, he went to his clothes and dressed as quickly as he could, his hands shaking and his mind screaming to get away.
Hojo laughed at him as he fled, knowing that his specimen would return. There was nowhere he could go outside of Shinra.
The scent of the labs and the Alpha kept on clinging to him and he just wanted to tear his skin off. He needed something to replace it with, erase from his body and make him feel better.
Sephiroth was more driven by instinct than anything else when he went to Angeal’s quarters, needing to be somewhere safe and the memory of the brief warm scent from before was balm to his soul.
Knocking on the door, he was unsurprised to see Genesis standing behind the man when he opened the door, wafts of comforting and warm scents coming towards him and for a moment he felt his body relax.
Their scents were pleasing to his pheromones.
“Sephiroth, what are you doing here?” Angeal asked, and when Sephiroth put a step closer, he saw the man recoil. Genesis put a hand on his nose and swallowed audibly, as if he was going to puke.
“Why do you stink like this?” Genesis asked, breathing in shallowly.
“The…labs,” Sephiroth said, taking a step backwards. His mind instantly replayed Hojo’s words.
The professor said that he stunk.
His scent….it wasn’t compatible?
Disappointment flooded him and he didn’t yet understand why, his mind still too muddled from his heat without aid.
“My apologies, I shouldn’t have been interrupting you,” Sephiroth said, feeling cold and bereft and unable to keep close to them and see them rejecting him.
Without giving Angeal or Genesis a chance to say anything, he disappeared, going to the only place he could.
Not realizing that Hojo’s scent was rubbed on him and that the chemicals of the drug given to him were covering his own basic scent, Sephiroth went back to his room in the labs.
Sephiroth hid behind a crate and huddled underneath his single blanket while he tried to think rationally, even though the last bit of heat and the awaking hormones weren’t helping.
He stank. Angeal and Genesis actively recoiled from his scent, and the lab techs said he stank too. It seemed that not only he was an unexpected Omega, he was a failed one as well.
The door to his room opened, as usual not an ounce of thought for his privacy.
“I need a scent blocker,” Sephiroth said, staring up at Hojo, who looked grumpily at him.
“Considering the circumstances, I think it’s for the best,” Hojo said, “we’re giving you a week for the hormones to settle. I expect you to be diligent with the blockers after.”
“Of course,” Sephiroth said, almost sounded insulted that Hojo would think he would be anything else.