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Ilya had never wanted anything so badly in his life. His goal was right in front of him, and nothing would stop him from reaching it.
"Run while you still can, Hollander." He growled in a hoarse voice, holding himself back for another count down from 5 before he finally bolted out towards the treeline his omega had run off into.
His feet carried him, pounding against the hardened mud and fallen leaves on the ground, nose pointed towards the air to catch even the faintest trail of his omega's scent. He caught onto a whiff of orange peels and rounded the corner, running through the trees so fast that the air from him going past waved the branches; the sparse leaves swishing and waving him off on his path to his mate.
He felt like his chest was going to explode with how strong the urge to take was possessing him, very similar to their first summer at the cottage together two years ago. This time, though, they weren't clawing at each other out of an animalistic need fueled by hormones too long pent-up - well, they were, but it was more than that.
He pushed himself harder, nostrils flaring with every burning inhaled breath; head whipping as he turned another corner, following a trace of the smell of fresh water; a trace of Shane.
The soles of the alpha's feet pushed so hard against the rubber of his shoes that it felt like his bare feet were making contact with the ground, heart thumping, every bit of Ilya's mind and body locked completely into his omega.
And then he caught a glimpse of dark hair peeking out from a gap in the branches ahead; Shane was turned around so that his back was to Ilya, and by everything that the alpha could smell and the way the omega's shoulders were poised - Shane had no idea that Ilya was now looming behind of him.
Perfect.
Ilya stayed behind the cover of the trees in front of him - or, at least, the little bit that they offered with their mostly bare branches; watching the way that Shane's shoulders rose and fell as he caught his breath, stuttering on the inhale but even when he exhaled. He took advantage of the moment and breathed in deep, taking every note of Shane's scent in - big chunks of sea salt, water so fresh and clear it was sparkling, orange peel so strong it smelled synthetic, and then Ilya could smell the bits of himself that had bled over into his omega, paper - old and crumpled, layered in dust, Shane even had a hint of incense smoke layered into his scent.
It hit Ilya somewhere in his gut, primal and ancient and something that he hadn't ever understood until he had met Shane - until he had been with Shane.
True mates, a bond that couldn't be broken without severe damage to every party involved, physically and mentally. The place that Shane's scent hit Ilya was the same as his little chirps and purrs hit the alpha - right at the tie that connected them from being mated true mates.
The world's biggest blessing, and, also, arguably, one of the world's biggest curses; if one was hurt or upset, the other would feel it as if the feelings were their own. The league-administered suppressants, also, did absolutely nothing to prevent this - Suppressants control the hormones, being true mates was not a hormone thing, apparently; allegedly - whatever the team doctors had said.
None of that mattered right now. What mattered right now was that his omega was right there in front of him; waiting to be taken, not even aware of the alpha behind of him.
Ilya tamped his breathing, keeping it shallow so that he didn't accidentally huff and alert Shane that he was there. He was sure his omega had probably smelled him by now, there was no way that he hadn't - but that only made the adrenaline course through Shane quicker, heightening the anticipation to the boiling point.
The alpha's steps were calculated and slow, his right foot coming up from the ground first, pressing down into the leaves in front of his left foot with weight so evenly distributed that not a single leaf crunched underneath of him.
As Ilya moved to take another step towards his omega, Shane's shoulders perked up, and then he absolutely fucking bolted; leaving the alpha stunned for a split second before he caught up and started running again, chasing Shane through the rest of the trees without losing sight of him.
"Ты не сможешь бежать вечно, милая." He called out into the distance between of them, voice dark and heavy in between of controlled breathing.
"Я могу попробовать." His omega's voice came ringing through the trees, and Ilya's chest swelled past its breaking point hearing his omega's voice shake under his native tongue, breathing shaky; steps audible against the ground.
The alpha's feet moved faster, dipping into reserves of strength that he didn't even know he had, every bit of his muscle was burning, ripping itself apart to get to his omega faster.
Ilya didn't wait this time when he caught up to Shane.
He immediately launched himself into the omega's space, arms reaching out and enveloping him; tackling him down to the ground but moving in a way that ensured that Shane couldn't get hurt from the impact.
"Got you." He snarled, taking his omega's wrists into his hands and pinning them down by his sides, watching as he tested out the grip; squirming against it to make sure that he really couldn't move - that Ilya wasn't going easy on him.
Ilya was not going easy on him.
Shane let out a low growl and flashed his canines, challenging the alpha on top of him; but the air around him stayed light and playful - that was what they were doing after all, playing.
Ilya bared his teeth and growled right back, the deep sound snapping through the air and breaking every bit of the omega's resolve underneath of him.
Shane grinned so fucking wide you would think he had just won his fourth cup, eyes sparkling in the sunlight as he looked up at his alpha on top of him.
Ilya manhandled him, pulling his clothes and willing his body to go wherever he wanted it; and Shane let him, all of his muscles relaxing underneath of Ilya's touch.
"There you are," The alpha cooed, stringing the words out and teasing as he pushed Shane down onto his hands and knees, his pants down past the bends in his leg and his shirt hiked up from where Ilya had raked his hands underneath of it.
The alpha's hands ran along the backs of Shane's thighs, soothing the goosebumps on his suddenly cold skin thanks to the outside air; and then he made it to his omega's ass and groped a handful of muscle so hard he left fingerprints behind.
His fingers dipped down to Shane's center, gathering slick that had already started leaking from him from pure anticipation of it all; the omega shuddered underneath of Ilya as his fingers teased over his entrance.
The teasing didn't last long, though, just long enough for the alpha to get his fingers wet before he pushed two of them past the ring of muscle, nestling them inside his omega right under his prostate.
Shane keened underneath him, a small, desperate, pleading whine escaping his lips like the prey that he was - trapped completely underneath of his alpha and left to take anything that he was given. Exactly where Shane wanted to be.
"You're already so wet, милая. I didn't even need to finger you first, hm? Could've already had you on my cock by now…" Ilya hummed, twisting and scissoring his fingers in and out of his omega, the slick that slipped out of him squelching around them.
He added a third.
He could hear Shane struggling underneath of him, fighting back all of the pretty little noises that were reserved just for Ilya to hear; and that just would not do.
Ilya leaned forward on top of Shane so that the omega was forced to feel every bit of the alpha's weight on top of him, lips trailing his neck down to the mating mark that branded Shane's neck. He hovered there, letting Shane sit with the fullness of three of the alpha's fingers pushed deep inside of him and unmoving - the alpha's weight on top of him, hot puffs of breath hitting his skin, scent heavy and thick and more intoxicating than any drug.
The alpha growled, low and deep, and absolutely saw the way that Shane's skin was pricked with goosebumps; hairs stood up on end. Ilya smirked, lips mumbling against Shane's neck, "You're mine, omega. Your pretty little noises are mine. You can't hide from me. Not here, not anywhere."
Shane whimpered underneath of Ilya, body jerking when Ilya's fingers left him, he let out another whine in protest at the sudden emptiness; feeling the slick dripping out of him and running down to the back of his thighs.
Ilya's weight left him just for a second, but was back quicker than it left; and came accompanied with the blunt head of his hard dick pressed up to Shane's entrance, even quicker; their hips were pressed flush together, the omega completely full of his alpha, cock buried into him up to the knot.
"Fuck, omega," Ilya groaned into Shane's skin, teeth nipping over mark that was already branded into Shane's neck, his hips pulled away from the omega's and then snapped back against them, setting a brutal pace from the beginning; his dick hitting up against Shane's prostate with every thrust.
Shane was reduced to a mess of all of the noises that he had tried to hold back before, thin, high-pitched whines and whimpers that sounded foreign to him, even after all of this time by getting absolutely fucked by Ilya - nothing had compared to this.
Primal and taken apart to the rawest edges at both of their cores - not even heat or rut to blame for their actions, just doing what they wanted because they wanted to. Because they could.
Their time alone, nobody else in the world to answer to except for each other and their bodies - Able to take and be taken and fully surrender over to one another. In their home. (The woods adjacent to the cottage, for the time being, but; semantics).
At this point they had tried everything in the book, but there was always something about the thrill of the chase, of being caught. The way that Ilya's fingers ripped at Shane's clothes like they were an enemy - because they were. And the way that Ilya managed to so thoroughly ravage Shane so quickly.
Just like right now…
Ilya's thrusts got longer, dick dragging further out of Shane and then hitting every sensitive spot inside of him on its' way back in. It was too much and not enough and he was already so close but all that he wanted was more; except he couldn't open his mouth to ask, just to let more tiny noises slip out and stuttered beginnings of words that never quite completed themselves.
The alpha's hands wrapped around the omega's body, one anchoring on his hip, fingernails dug in and leaving bright red crescents imprinted on the skin underneath of them; his other hand snaked up underneath Shane's shirt, cupping his chest, fingers finding his nipple and tweaking it.
"Already so close to coming, aren't you милая?" Ilya taunted, voice low and coated in sin, threatening Shane to dare indulge and give into orgasm so soon.
A particularly rough hit of Ilya's dick to Shane's prostate made the omega let out a yelp, but that only made the alpha fuck him harder, deeper, pounding into the omega's frame underneath of him. His breaths were finally shaky, stamina holding but not for much longer; his own climax creeping up on him.
The alpha went from nipping at the omega's neck to fully biting, leaving a trail of teeth marks up and down the expanse of skin from right below Shane's earlobe all the way down to the juncture between his shoulder and neck, even going down to his shoulder and as close to his back as the shirt would let Ilya - He wanted to rip the damn thing off and properly mark Shane up, but even clouded in the heat of the moment, he knew the reprimanding and sulking he'd get as a response for it later was not worth it.
What was worth it, though, was slowing his pace down and really dragging his thrusts out, tightening his grip on his omega even more. A noise rumbled in his chest, between a chuckle and a growl, he was completely drowning in Shane, his scent so strong it was overwhelming, but he didn't think once to pull off.
They were both breathing in sync, heavy panting in between of grunts and moans, whimpers and whines; edging closer and closer to spilling over. In the space where Ilya's words would normally be hanging in the air there were guttural sounds instead, the alpha unable to find words in even his native tongue.
Ilya drug out every last delicious whine he could from Shane, keeping the pace torturously slow, but thrusts still hard and calculated against his prostate; and then finally, when Shane's thighs were quivering and his shoulders were flexing trying not to give out under the weight of the both of them - and the tension of holding back his orgasm, then Ilya sped back up. He knew just how close Shane was, knew that his omega could come from another word, finger pressed against his nipple, or even a harsh bite against his neck.
And Ilya was right there with him, his dick twitched inside of Shane, and he trailed his way back up the omega's neck with messy kisses, full of teeth. "M going to come, милая.." He trailed off with another low growl, "Come when I do or not at all." He punctuated his threat with a rough slap to the omega's ass, the impact loud enough to echo over the other sounds that the two were making; his hips smacking right below the mark he left as he fucked into Shane, thrusts sped up; rhythm finally faltering.
Shane yelped from the sting of the hit, pushing back towards it - pushing Ilya's cock impossibly deeper in him, the alpha's knot on the verge of slipping past his rim, but Ilya's strong grip on his hips kept him in place enough that it didn't. That was all that the omega needed, though, to push him over the edge; his release caught in between his layers of clothes that were haphazardly pushed down and the patches of naked skin that were exposed. He whined at the sticky mess, feeling himself get even wetter with slick; it was all so much he could barely hold himself up despite being made up almost exclusively muscle.
But Ilya's hold on him was strong, as it always was, anchoring him right where the alpha wanted as he used the omega's fucked out body until he reached his own climax; leaving Shane an arguably much more sticky mess.
The omega grumbled, whimpering in protest when Ilya pulled out, only to soon after feel the alpha's tongue licking fat stripes over his hole, the saliva soothing the burn from being as relentlessly fucked as he had just been.
Ilya stayed behind of Shane, tongue dipping in and out of him, slurping up his omega's slick, getting swiped of his own spend in the mix.
Shane was so out of it his legs couldn't even shake anymore, body gone fully dead-weight underneath of Ilya, the alpha left to scoop him up and get his clothes back to being semi-decent once he was finally done - The feat was not an easy task, and involved Ilya having to prop poor Shane up in between of two very conveniently close together trees, but eventually they made it back to some semblance of the way that they had started the chase.
Ilya carried Shane back into the cottage without complaint, loving the way that Shane let himself be held and taken care of when he was fucked out like this. It wasn't often that Shane fully let go, but when he did, Ilya treated it like the gift that it was and cherished every small puffed breath against his chest.
Once they made it inside the cottage, Ilya took his time stripping Shane out of his clothes, making sure to color coordinate them in the laundry basket, before he got Shane into the shower - another feat, seeing as Shane's legs hadn't quite gone back to their full dexterity yet.
As Ilya washed his omega, he listed off all of the sweet things he could think, in English and in Russian; some words that Shane recognized made him smile, which, of course, made Ilya smile even wider. All of the alpha's touches were tender and soft as he made his way through Shane's all too extensive showering routine, making sure that not a single step was missed, and bundled him up in the fluffiest towels that they had whenever he got him out of the shower.
He even did a face mask with Shane, both of them ending up belly-laughing bent over in the bathroom at how ridiculous they looked - who knew there were such a thing as bubble masks, and who knew that they actually fizzed and bubbled - big enough that their faces looked poofy and sounded like the crinkling leaves outside.
The rest of the night was spent cuddled together in bed, filing through the endless list of streaming services and deciding ultimately that each other were infinitely more entertaining than any bullshit Netflix special could be.
Although, Ilya was growing partial to some absolutely ridiculous, ancient show about some stupid straight dude bro brothers and a really weird third guy that hunted ghosts or something - and he tried with all of the wideness in his eyes that he could muster to get Shane to watch it with him, but, alas, in the end…
They absolutely did not turn that shit on.