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Dusk is on the way. The streets are mostly empty by now. Late October winds rustle leaves and Nigel is sitting on a bench with an empty fast food bag in his hand.
The park is a bit more busy. A few children are milling around, dropping off one by one to go home, and Nigel waits patiently without paying them much mind. There’s only one he cares about; the dark haired boy on the swing set, head down and dragging his feet through the wood chips.
Nigel sips his drink. The scent of strawberries wafts through the air on the wind, and his eyelids flutter shut.
Adam.
He only knows the boy’s name from hearing the other kids say it. Usually they’re making fun of him. It’d been difficult so far not to intervene. It hurts to see Adam cry like that. Sometimes he runs off when one of them says something particularly nasty to him. It’s weak, but Nigel can’t blame him. Adam’s just sensitive like that. Nigel smiles and imagines hugging the boy, scooping him into his arms and telling him it’ll all be okay. He can’t do that right now and it hurts, but that's fine, because he will in the future.
There will be a lot of time to do just that after tonight.
The drink is empty, and the last of the children are leaving. Adam lifts his head and watches them go. His misery is obvious on his face. His mouth is twisted in a frown and his eyes are red from crying. Nigel throws his garbage in a trash can and rounds his shoulders. Now’s the time. Four weeks of waiting and planning have lead up to this.
He passes the van he bought with cash last week on the way towards the swing set, wood chips crunching beneath his boots. Adam sees him coming.
“Hello, mister,” he says. “I don’t know who you are.”
“That you don’t. You’ve seen me around though, haven’t you?”
Adam nods, lip bitten between kitten-sharp teeth. Nigel’s eyes darken, and it’s a struggle to fight the urge to just grab the boy right now. So beautiful, and the scent is so much stronger up close, strawberries and cinnamon, every sweet thing Nigel has ever ached to taste.
“Not supposed to talk to strangers,” Adam replies, voice flat but rough from the crying. “You can find an adult to talk to if you need help.”
“But we’re not truly strangers. And I don’t need help, Adam. I came to see if you’re okay.”
Wide blue eyes flash, their gazes catching for a split second.
“How do you know my name?”
“I’m a friend of your dad’s, gorgeous. He told me to keep an eye on you down here.”
Adam’s expression is blank and for a moment Nigel thinks he doesn’t buy it, but slumped shoulders tell him otherwise.
“He doesn’t need to. I can handle myself.” It’s mumbled, Adam staring hard at the ground as he says it.
Nigel smiles. “Yeah, you can. That’s why I haven’t said anything until now. But you’re crying tonight, my love.” He kneels, tilts Adam’s face up with his fingers gently beneath the boy’s chin. “Why don’t you let me take you home so no one sees you like this?”
Red rises on Adam’s cheeks. He’s embarrassed. “You didn’t any of those other times. And if you’re a friend of my dad’s, why haven’t I seen you before?”
“I only just moved back here. You can tell I’m not American, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I lived in my home country for a little while. We kept in touch by post.”
“Oh.”
Adam doesn’t quite look like he buys it, but he’s relaxed and it doesn’t look like he’s going to try and run off. Nigel takes a deep whiff of the scent again and if Adam notices, he doesn’t show it. There won’t be a better time than this moment.
Nigel stands, takes Adam’s small hand in his own, nearly encompassing it entirely.
“Let’s go.”
There’s hesitation in it when Adam stands, and he tries to pull his fingers out of Nigel’s grasp. Despite everything in him screaming to do otherwise, Nigel doesn’t tighten his grip. But he does put his hand on Adam’s narrow shoulder.
“You’ll be home in no time. I promise.”
Adam looks up at him again, then uncertainly down the road. Wordlessly, he lets his hand relax.
Nigel guides him forward.
It’s easy to get him into the van. Less easy to keep him calm when they turn the wrong direction, away from his street. It is a giant fucking challenge to make him shut the fuck up when they’re two and a half hours north of the city and driving through the sticks, down a dirt road specifically chosen for this purpose.
“Liar!” Adam shrieks over and over again. “You’re a liar and I want to go home now!”
His face is redder than ever, cheeks slick with tears and lips red and bitten puffy in his anxiety. Nigel puts the van in park and turns, swiftly and viciously grabbing the boy by the back of his neck. It’s delicate, the skin clear and soft. He pinches and Adam goes lax.
“You’re an omega, darling. A very little one. What was all that screaming ever going to get you?”
Adam whines, and Nigel tightens his grip. Adam’s delicious scent thins in the air, and Nigel sighs. He releases the boy’s neck and unbuckles himself, pleased when the chorus of complaints doesn’t kick back up again. Adam merely shrinks against the door, shivering and looking for all the world like he might piss himself.
“Alphas find omegas. We take them. That’s the way the world works.”
“I-I just presented,” Adam murmurs between hiccuping sobs. “I can’t give you babies. Why would you want me?”
“That might all be true but fuck, you smell so fucking good.”
For the first time real fear shows on Adam’s face, like he’s just now coming to realize the purpose of all this. He must only have a foggy idea, young as he is, but it’s enough to tell him that he should have taken off screaming the second he was approached by a strange alpha. Maybe his dad didn’t tell him all this type of shit outright, doing Nigel quite the favor in the process.
“You’re mine now. Because you have to be.”
Nigel grabs Adam by the wrist and guides him to the back of the van, pushing aside the curtain that has been shielding a makeshift love nest from the boy’s view.
“No…” Adam whines.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel fucking amazing. I’ll make you feel so good every night and you’ll find out what love is.” He’s pulling Adam onto a thin mattress as he says it, fingers drifting to the hem of the boy’s starry t-shirt. “I’ll keep you and bond you. You’ll never have to worry about anything ever again.”
He pulls the shirt up, Adam’s arms following in the process, moving slowly like the boy is in shock. He’s not fighting, not arguing. His instincts are good. There are a lot of useful objects in the bucket by their feet. Nigel doesn’t want to use them, but he will if he has to. It’s not like the boy won’t look good with duct tape over his mouth.
“Beautiful,” Nigel breathes. He pulls his own shirt off by the collar, tosses it to the side. He grabs Adam’s hands and guides them to his chest, encouraging the boy to squeeze and feel the muscles there. It’s a move that usually gets every omega swooning, but Adam just looks on in mute horror, eyes unfocused. Nigel doesn’t mind.
His fingers dig roughly into Adam’s flesh when he pulls the boys pants down and this time he doesn’t bother to try holding back the moan that breaks out of him. The scent is so thick like this, so maddeningly temping with its subdued sweetness, destined to ripen to a burst of flavor when Adam’s first heat hits. When that happens Nigel isn’t sure if he’ll be able to control himself. It’s entirely possible he’ll even go into rut.
Typically, an omega’s first heat is seen to with tiny silicone dildos, not the full-sized cock of a thoroughbred alpha deep into rut, that state that turns all alphas demanding and violent.
But Nigel is certain it’ll be okay. He’ll make sure it is. His little bride deserves the world, and that’s what he’ll get.
He pushes the boy onto his back, holding his thin legs up with both hands, and dives forward. Adam cries out when Nigel starts kissing his cunt and cries out louder still when Nigel wraps his lips around his little cocklet, sucking lightly and dragging his tongue over the sensitive tip. He lets go of one leg and pushes his fingers against the little entrance, finding it dry. That’ll have to change. Adam’s whole body shakes as Nigel works, tries his hardest to draw out the slick he knows will taste better than anything he’s tasted before in his life.
“Please, I—”
The scent thickens, Nigel’s reward seeps between his fingers, slicking the way so he can push two into Adam’s tight cunt. The boy lets out a sound that might be a moan or a sob, and Nigel’s cock aches in his pants. His hips are rocking steadily, precome leaking out and staining the fabric of his underwear as he torments himself with the taste, scent, and sight of his darling.
“So fucking good,” he breathes when he pulls back, drinking in how Adam’s whole upper body shifts, how his stomach repeatedly sinks in. “You ever come before, sweetheart?”
Adam just stares. He probably doesn’t know what that means. Nigel will show him. Once, before the main event.
He dives forward again, sucking Adam off and sliding his fingers in and out at a slow pace for a while before curling them upward, seeking out and finding the textured patch that he knows will have the boy screaming out his pleasure. Adam’s thighs tremble violently, coming to rest over Nigel’s shoulders. His whole body seems to go tight and he says words that don’t seem connected, his voice high-pitched and thin as he approaches the edge. Nigel can feel it in the way his cunt twitches around his fingers, in how his tiny cock throbs and pulses against his tongue.
Moments later, that dam breaks. Adam goes entirely still, spurting thin and useless release into Nigel’s mouth while his cunt clamps viciously tight around Nigel’s fingers, and each squeeze feels like a promise.
Gently, once the crest of it has passed, Nigel pulls his fingers out. He undoes his pants and shoves them down to his knees. He cups Adam’s head with his hand and gazes down. His new lover is wearing a dazed expression, eyes hazy and lips parted. He looks an absolute mess with fluids all over his face, and in a moment of mercy Nigel wipes him clean with his palm before leaning down to plant a gentle kiss—the first of many—on Adam’s tiny petal lips.
Wordlessly he reaches between their bodies and grabs his cock, large even by alphan standards, and lines up with Adam’s entrance, head butting against small but fat lips, barely dusted with hair. Nigel groans at the sight and can’t fight it any longer.
He pushes himself just shallowly in, lowering himself down until he’s half crushing Adam with his body. Their naked skin touches and it feels electric to him and he moans before he’s even inside. Adam is breathing heavily, arms laying listlessly to his sides.
“It might hurt, but it shouldn’t. Not with how wet you got, angel. Fuck, you’re so wet it makes me think your heat might come sooner than I expected.” His cockhead pops in, and Adam whimpers. Nigel hushes him, pauses, then pushes in a bit more. It’s so fucking tight, and absolutely dripping wet. A perfect hole, all for Nigel. From the very beginning. “Your body is meant for this. For me.”
Adam screams when Nigel bottoms out. Loud. It doesn’t matter. They’re deep into the woods and this is just the beginning.
Nigel’s ass flexes as he thrusts, slowly and as gently as he knows how. Which isn’t very gentle, but it’s enough that when he looks between their bodies he doesn’t see any blood. He smiles, then his jaw goes lax when Adam’s cunt clenches around him again, so tight it almost forces Nigel’s cock out again.
“So fucking good,” he repeats, incapable of finding new words as his instincts take over.
His balls slap against Adam’s ass, vulgar sounds filling the air. It feels amazing, sends white-hot pleasure all through his hips. He grabs Adam and lifts him into the thrusts, teeth gritting together and saliva pooling behind them as he succumbs to instinct. Adam groans in pain but Nigel takes it as pleasure, and it just drives him forward. His balls draw tight to his body, nipples hard and irises going more and more red with each stroke. He needs to fuck this boy as long as he can, needs to breed him and make him round with pregnancy.
Nigel’s knot swells, and Adam cries, “No!”
When it catches his cock gives out again, spraying more release between their bodies. Nigel grunts, holding the boy to his body as hard as he can, cock pulsing and spilling load after load of virile alphan come into the boy’s womb. Every little twitch draws another orgasm out, makes Nigel’s spine curl and his grip on the boy’s hips tighten, sharp nails digging into delicate skin. He could do this every day. Will do this every day. He’ll fuck the boy until his heat comes early and then bond him.
Once that happens, it won’t matter if the cops find him, because by law Adam will be his. There is no claim or right that sits higher than the bite of an alpha.
Adam’s dad really was fucking stupid for letting the boy out of his sight.
Adam’s stomach has rounded with come by the time Nigel is done with him, easing out and relishing their mixed scents and the sheer visual of the flood that spills onto the mattress. In a few months time, it’ll mean something. Nigel massages his wet cock and stares at the boy, entirely limp and breathless before him.
“You did perfect, darling. Better than I could have ever dreamed.”
He leans down and kisses the boy again, large tongue seeking entrance into the little mouth and exploring. A thin string of saliva connects them when he draws away, and Nigel knows he’ll need the boy again at least once more tonight.
That’ll happen in the house he bought. The one that’s further up the road, sitting on land he purchased and outfitted with a special room to keep Adam in until he understands the way of things. The boy has no fight right now, but that won’t last forever.
Nigel doesn’t bother getting dressed to put Adam in the front seat. He drives them up the road and through the gate.
The boy is tiny in his arms when they walk through the threshold, and smaller still in Nigel’s massive bed.