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Ilya woke to the sound of glass clinking softly against wood. For a long moment, he didn't move. He was enveloped in the warm sweet aroma of honeysuckle and almond and.. something more. There was a deeper level to the sweetness, edged with something sharp like cinnamon. It was intoxicating. He felt the hard surface beneath his long body, felt how badly his muscles ached. How long had he been out? His mind started and he felt his cock twitch, the last thing he remembered was the dark eyed man and that scent - the Omega.
He didn’t remember much since being out, although the smell of cinnamon now burned through his nose. He had a deep sense of arousal that seemed to have settled through his bones, almost feeling on the edge of a rut, borderline sexual insanity but more. His mind was suddenly filled with images of the dark haired man - moaning on the floor, on the bed, in the forest, thrusting towards Ilya, fangs on display in a flurry of hormones. Ilya felt strung too tight. Had he been dreaming of him this whole time? His Alpha whined.
Slowly Ilya opened his eyes, trying to dull the aching erection he could feel growing and swiveled his head slightly trying to take in as much of his surroundings. The light filtering in through the thin curtains had that early-morning glow. It stretched across the room in quiet bands, catching on jars full of herbs and honey, turning everything faintly gold.
He pushed up to brace on his arms, still mostly laying down. The figure standing in front of the fireplace caught his attention immediately. A tall man built with heavy muscle braced his forearms against the hearth above the fire, he was shirt-less with his muscular back on display. Tanned skin and broad shoulders narrowing down to a toned waist. His dark hair was messy like he constantly ran his hands through it. He stood breathing in the smoke curling from the fire. Hearing Ilya’s shuffling, the man turned quick as a flash - brown eyes meeting his.
Ilya drank the man in from head to toe. Black hair draped over his forehead in streaks, clinging to his forehead in sweaty streaks. Deep brown eyes as soft and warm as a doe’s were framed with dark dark lashes. A smattering of freckles covered both cheeks. He could be the most beautiful man he’d ever seen, Ilya thought. His toned physique showed off that he was not only strong but fit too. Honeysuckle and almond oozed from the man, laced with that shy hint of cinnamon. My Omega his Alpha preened, rousing inside him. He met his eyes once more and watched a blush spread down his cheeks and neck. His Alpha started a soft rumble in his chest.
“You’re awake,“ the man said, voice dripping with sugar and silky smooth. A look of relief shot across his face.
He crossed the room just as Ilya sat upright, swinging his legs around to face the approaching man. Ilya’s hand shot to his stomach, feeling for the gash that had been bleeding and was probably infected - his fingers were met with bare smooth skin. He looked up to meet the man’s eyes again, a small smile appearing on his beautiful face.
“We’re pretty good at that-“ he stopped not more than a foot in front of Ilya, positioning himself just outside of his spread legs. He reached a hand forward, pushed at Ilya’s shoulder so he would recline back slightly. The hand seared through Ilya’s skin and his Alpha was insufferable. Leaning down low, the man hovered at eye level just over Ilya’s stomach, his breath tickling the trail of hair under his bellybutton “- this healing stuff comes pretty natural.” From his dipped position, he brushed feather-light fingertips across the pink skin, the proof that he was in fact injured at one point. A shiver ran across Ilya’s skin at the touch, breaking out in a rush of goosebumps. His eyes peered up at Ilya’s under his dark lashes.
“I’m Shane,” the Omega purred up at him, a sultry smile on his lips. A light playful tone leaking through his otherwise steady voice.
“Ilya,” he replied, voice hoarse.
Shane stood back up to full height not yet stepping out of Ilya’s space. His brown eyes wandered across his face, lingering on his lips. Instinctively, Ilya licked over his bottom lip.
“How are you feeling? Do you want to get up and move? You’ve been there for a few days you know,” Shane said. His fingers were still on Ilya’s stomach, just barely a whisper against his skin. Ilya fought the urge to lean into his touch.
“Yeah, yeah. Let me move,” Ilya grumbled. Shane moved backwards as Ilya stood to his full height and Ilya had to stop his Alpha from whining at the sudden loss of heat. He had maybe five inches on Shane. He was a bit broader in his chest but they were similar builds. Ilya was stiff, but he thought he would feel worse really. Lifting his arms high above his head, he stretched his limbs out and felt the muscles loosen. He watched Shane’s gaze travel down his chest and stomach, noting how the muscles twitched and flexed. Ilya’s mouth quirked to one side.
“Why don’t we go for a walk, stretch those legs out,” Shane offered.
Ilya was handed a fresh shirt and pants, assuming they were from another male in the pack seeing as they were an almost perfect fit. They had a light meal of bread and soup by the fire and sat in a comfortable - if not a bit heated - silence, then headed out the door.
Light was still breaking as they walked through the small cottages and tents in silence, careful not to wake anyone with their passing. Shane led him down various paths and through some brush before they reached the outskirts of the meadow. Finding a nice spot of grass, Ilya watched Shane lower himself down on the floor and stretch out wide, arms landing behind his head as he looked up into the brightening sky.
Ilya sat down beside him, spreading his fingers through the soft grass and feeling the warmth radiate up from the ground beneath them. Ilya sat a few feet away, his breathing was steady but his pulse beat slightly quicker than usual. The meadow was vast, wildflowers catching the light of the rising sun this early in the morning. The bees drifted past on a light breeze, humming low through the air.
“So, you feeling okay?” Shane asked, tilting his head to look at Ilya.
“Feeling okay,” Ilya replied, eyes burning holes into Shane’s.
From his angle, Ilya could shamelessly admire the man lying next to him. The soft glow of the rising sun cast shadows across his face, licking at his edges and swallowing him in its golden haze. He looked like a God lying on the grass. A bold smile was plastered across his face, grinning up at Ilya. A spike of cinnamon breezed through the air and he watched a small blush take form across Shane’s cheeks.
“You do that often, yes?” Ilya asked, mildly amused.
“I do what?” Shane asked, confused. His blush deepened as Ilya reached a finger out and trailed it across his cheeks. Shane moved to turn his head back towards the sky when Ilya reached for his jaw, holding him in place. Their eyes were locked on one another as Ilya held him firm but gentle and almost caressing. Mine, my Omega, his Alpha repeated again and again. The air suddenly felt thin and sucking in a breath was hard as those doe eyes gazed at him. Heat and want pulsed through Ilya. He felt the embers burning through his skin, the touch too hot against his skin. The smell of cinnamon held him in a warm embrace, swirling through his pores.
“You’re blushing, Omega.” Ilya’s voice was suddenly deeper and lower. His thumb swiped back and forth on Shane’s jaw once, twice. He pulled his hand away slowly, his touch lingering on Shane’s face. A playful smile stretched across Shane’s face as he leaned in and pretended to bite his retreating hand, razor tipped incisors flashing at him. Ilya pretended to swat him, a wicked smile gracing his own lips, forcing his Alpha under control.
Ilya watched Shane shuffle around, sitting up and drawing his knees high. His hand rested back down in the grass, slightly closer to Ilya. He couldn’t resist the pull, twisting his hand slightly and locking their pinky fingers together. Electricity zapped through his hand and shot through his Alpha.
He ignored the word his Alpha signaled at him, swirling through his head. For now.
Over the course of the next few days, Ilya explained to Shane why he was in the valley - leaving out the fact that he had followed his scent for days - told him where his own pack was currently pitched up, and where they had come from. Shane listened intently to every detail that was shared, asking questions here and there to keep the conversations flowing. They spent almost every waking minute together, swapping stories of growing up in Russia versus Canada. They knew practically everything about each other in just a short amount of time.
Ilya was enamoured by Shane and the more he learned, the more he wanted to stay. He couldn’t get enough.
Their physical contact had stayed playful but intentional - brushing shoulders, hands lingering to shove at each other, legs touching during meals. But it hadn’t gone any further. Ilya was sure that Shane felt at least some way similar to how he felt, saw the lingering gazes like Shane couldn’t pull himself away.
Ilya found himself looking for excuses to linger behind Shane, able to get subtle wafts of his scent from behind. Usually just the sweet smell of honeysuckle and almond. He found reasons to brush up against Shane’s back, standing so close he could almost nuzzle into his neck. Lingering touches and playful gestures filled his every waking minute - he couldn’t get enough.
They passed the days walking through the valley, Shane giving him a crash course on the medicinal plants they grew, where to find them and what use they were. He watched Shane’s nimble hands work. They swam in the lake, hunted for food, helped where they could around the makeshift village. The other pack members were slowly taking to Ilya too. They were polite and asked him questions and he didn’t have to let his Alpha shine through once. And every conversation eventually found its way back to Shane.
His body had the pleasure of spending every waking minute with the playful Omega, and he learned that his nights yearned for Shane’s touch. Ilya often drifted off to sleep and was welcomed into a dream-filled night. Tonight he was back in his village in Russia, a small overcrowded camp on the outskirts of Moscow. The fire was lighting in his cabin, its warming embers spreading heat through the tiny space. He smelled the cinnamon before he could think twice, whipping around to see a relaxed Shane sleeping soundly in the bed - his naked shoulder draped across the pillows under the woven blanket.
Ilya approached on silent toes, a predator sneaking up on his prey. He sat on the side of the bed gently as to not wake the sleeping man. Reaching up, he gently stroked his fingers down the side of Shane’s face and across the constellation of freckles on his cheeks. Shane stirred softly, flipping onto his back and stretching his arm wide behind his head. From his position, Ilya now had the pleasure of watching the Omega’s cock twitching and slowly begin to harden under the blanket. Ilya reached a finger out to trace the length of his cock through the blanket, feeling himself in a similar state as Shane’s hips lifted to his touch.
Shane’s eyes fluttered open and met Ilya’s gaze, full of heat and fire. A blooming smile spread across his face and Ilya could feel himself grinning. Shane reached for Ilya with both hands, pulling him onto the bed and on top of him. In one swift move, Shane twisted his legs around Ilya’s and flipped them both with his strength. Ilya’s hands roamed the length and breadth of his body, feeling the soft supple skin covering hard worn shoulders all the way down his back and to his glorious ass. Ilya’s hands settled on his ass, kneading and feeling. Shane leaned down, avoiding his lips and suckled on his earlobe. He bit and sucked down his neck, down his collarbones and lingered over his mating gland. Shane’s hips rolled forward under Ilya’s touch, the smell of cinnamon clawing at his Alpha almost suffocating him.
Ilya gasped at the feeling of their hard cocks rubbing together, Shane grinding down hard against him. The sensation was blinding, their precum muddled together and helping the glide of their cocks. Ilya felt his fangs poke through his lips. He saw as Shane’s fangs broke his own lips, staring down at Ilya with a hungry almost feral look in his eye. His hips thrust forward again, his pace increasing as he held eye contact.
Ilya’s hands kneaded and stretched Shane wide, greedy fingers slipping down to tease between his cheeks. Dipping low, he felt himself nearing Shane’s center and, swiping a single finger low, he was met with the thick warm slick between his legs. Shane’s pace increased, thrusts becoming sloppy as he felt Ilya’s fingers slide lower and lower, collecting the sweet honey on his fingers. Drawing back, Ilya lifted his fingers to Shane’s mouth, gently pushing them past his lips. Shane’s tongue lapped at his fingers, greedily cleaning the slick from them and throwing his head back, fangs on display as a broken moan left his swollen lips.
Ilya’s Alpha yowled, a deep low growl erupting from his chest. Grabbing Shane’s hips, he fucked against the Omega’s hard cock as slick now dripped down onto his legs, easing the glide further. He could feel the swell of his knot pulsing at the base of his cock, teetering on the edge of a mind-shattering climax as he watched the man above him come undone.
Shane jolted awake in his bed, panting hard with sweat trickling down from his scalp. A fervent moan left his lips - his body still reeling through an unmerciful orgasm. He gritted his teeth, fingers digging into the bedsheets as his release coated his stomach and his slick oozed from between his legs. He came down hard, gasping and moaning into the dark room of the cottage, careful not to wake the sleeping man in the other room.
Alpha, my Alpha, mine.
Shane couldn’t think straight the following morning and left the small cottage before Ilya could rouse. The dreams were getting more and more intense, happening every night since Ilya had arrived. After the first night, Shane assumed the smell of his arousal must have breached Ilya’s senses as he slept unconscious - but every night they found each other in his dreams. Some days it was Shane’s memories, sometimes it was what he could only assume was Ilya’s.
He had spoken to his mother, carefully broaching the subject and she sat before him completely awestruck. She had told him of old writings that claimed if two souls found their way back together through dreamwalking, they were said to be true mates. The rarest form of connection among their kind, usually only heard of in old writing. She told him if this were in fact true, the glow of honeylight between the two souls would be blinding. If he was right, the honeylight wouldn’t ripen until the full moon rose, two weeks from now. He would just need to convince Ilya to stay until then and test his theory. His Omega screamed the signal at him. Mate.
Shane wandered through the meadow, sweeping his fingers through the tall grass. His mind was reeling with new information, he needed to calm himself and focus. Making his way back to the cottage, he found Ilya pacing through the small room of the kitchen. He stopped short as Shane stepped through the door. A low growl emitted from Ilya’s chest, Shane could feel his Omega felt confused and a little intimidated.
“You weren’t here, when I woke. I couldn't smell you,” Ilya growled at Shane. He looked wild. His hair was messy and ragged, pants sitting low on his hips. He looked distraught standing here in the kitchen.
“I - I went for a walk, I needed to think. Ilya what's wrong?” Shane asked, and took one step back towards the door.
That was a mistake. Ilya’s eyes locked on Shane’s and he could see the wild, almost feral glint to them. He watched as Ilya's eyes flashed a deep deep violet. Don’t run, Shane repeated. He suddenly felt like prey being stalked as Ilya moved towards him. He was in Shane’s face in less than three strides, breathing hard down against his cheeks. Shane’s Omega shivered inside him, surrendering under the Alpha’s overwhelming presence. Shane stood his ground.
He lifted his head, nose almost touching Ilya’s. Mint and pine blazed around the room, an undertone of smoke curling around them. The two men stood face to face for a long moment, before Ilya moved forward again forcing Shane back. His back hit the wooden door as Ilya leaned into him, bracketing his head with arms on both sides. Shane watched as Ilya’s eyes closed and he heaved in breath after breath, his incisors hanging low from his mouth. Shane couldn’t help the rush of slick he felt run down from his center, the image of his- the Alpha at his wits end in front of him heating his bones immensely. His eyes flicked open, nostrils flaring and he lunged towards Shane.
His mouth latched onto Shane’s, teeth clashing together as their lips moulded into one another. The weight of Ilya’s body crashed into Shane and held him tight against the door. Their mouths fought hard against each other, Ilya prying his lips open to let their tongues dance. He licked at the inside of his mouth, groaning at the soft, warm space. Ilya tasted like home. Shane’s hands reached up to grip at Ilya’s locks, tugging the man's head backwards and pulling a deep moan from his throat.
In one swift movement, Ilya reached down to hoist Shane up. His hands held him up under his ass and he pinned him with his hips. They were both hard and Ilya slowly ground his hips upwards into Shane’s wet heat. Shane’s head knocked back against the door with a heavy thud, separating their kiss and Ilya latched onto his neck. He went straight for Shane’s scent glands and mating glands, nipping and sucking and dragging his fangs along the sensitive spots. The heat between them was suffocating, both bodies merging into one.
Shane pulled at Ilya’s hair again, forcing the man's head to pull back and meet his eyes.
“Alpha” Shane whispered breathlessly.
“You left me,” Ilya growled back, “Omega.”
Shane let his Omega start up a purr in his chest, the vibrations low but strong enough that Ilya could feel them. He felt the Alpha lean heavily into his chest, heaving breaths slowing to a more normal pace. He kept his grip on Shane tight, still holding his against the door with Shane’s legs wrapped around his waist. Slowly, Shane felt Ilya return to a semi-relaxed state beneath him. He let his hand gently pet through Ilya’s hair, letting the sound of his purring settle him into comfort.
“Calm, Alpha, calm. I’m here.”