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The day had started early that morning. Rosi scanned the news as he slowly sipped his morning coffee. They were out of milk, so the bitterness clung to his tongue.
Around him, the rest of the family came and went, grabbing breakfast in passing, while the executives ushered another one up, and then another, and another, up the stairs. The never ending thuds and knocks against the walls only stop occasionally.
He was skimming the latest moves by the Marines, but none of it was sticking; his eyes drifted over the paper as Diamante ushered another one away, bruised and bowlegged. His gaze slid to the other executives as they all watched the battered Omegas come and go.
He snapped the paper once more as another wave of heat spilled from the top floor. It was in the air, seeping through the walls, a hungry Alpha left unsatisfied. And no one wanted Doflamingo upset.
Rosi flicked his eyes to Trebol, grimacing. He knew that look and didn’t need him to say a word to know he was being told to fetch more lambs for the slaughter.
The days drag on. Everyone is on eggshells, wanting to be nowhere near Doflamingo once he comes out of his lust-filled fury, because then it will just turn into cruelty.
Only Rosi is confident enough to lead the last few Omegas to his room. Standing in front of the door, he knocks and waits. Doflamingo isn’t at the door, but his strings do the work for him, pulling the women from Rosi’s side.
Before the door can close, Rosi holds out his hand to keep it open. It reeks in here; anyone else would be driven back by it. He knows his brother won’t hurt him. He takes a few steps inside as the strings wrapped around the women’s body fall away, his brother still nowhere in sight.
He sets down water and a small smattering of finger foods Giolla made for him. Rosi does not take notice of the now naked and confused women standing in the middle of the room. He slips his hands into his pockets as he exits. A small shriek fills the room behind him, and the slamming of the bedframe against the wall picks up once more.
A few more, calmer nights pass as Doffy does what he always does, disappears to get his frustrations out elsewhere. The family never knows where he goes, but the whole hideout is always grateful he isn’t taking it out on them.
Rosi is thankful for the last few nights of peace, and he slips into sleep easily.
Doffy returns home after being gone, his rut finished, but the pit in his core still aches. He is never fully satisfied with the low-hanging fruit his crew provides him. He steps through the upper balcony window, drops down off his strings, and into his room.
His scent still lies heavy over the hideout. He takes a few steps further inside when a sweeter scent cuts through his own heavy musk.
At first, he thinks it’s some late-night baking—warm butter over freshly baked pie crust. Following the scent, his skin prickles, and he slows as he reaches the outside of his brother’s room. He turns his head slightly and inhales deeply.
Flashes of strength blur through Rosi’s dreams, broad shoulders, powerful arms, the press of a body against his. Strong hands grip his waist as he arches helplessly into the touch, his whole body tightening under the weight. The faceless Alpha moves with single minded purpose, drilling into Rosi with one goal in mind: to pump him full of his seed. To ensure he is bred properly, the cock inside presses insistently over his cervix. Each time sending him into a writhing, moaning mess. He wants to feel the high of this Alpha seeding him, his mind going blank with pleasure.
Outside his brother’s room, Doflamingo pauses, and he knows. He knows all too well what’s happening beyond the flimsy door. He runs his nose along the doorframe, breathing in slowly. His tongue lolls slightly, as if he could taste the inviting scent seeping through the cracks, heat curling in the back of his throat.
A sudden gasp of air tears Rosinante from sleep. He presses the heels of his palms into his eyes as another soft knock raps at the door. He’s overheated, his heart is racing, and his breath is coming too fast. When he finally forces himself to look down, he sees the front of his pants and the sheets beneath are soaked, the intensity of the dream still clinging to him.
He’s in heat.
He snaps his knees together on instinct just as another set of gentle knocks carries through the room. His body already feels weak, like he’s been fighting this for hours in his sleep. His bug-out bag is packed and waiting in the corner, like always, but he can’t seem to make himself move. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to will himself back into stillness until the low baritone of his brother’s voice seeps through the door.
“Rosi, I’m home.”
He swallows and says nothing, hoping the pounding of his heart isn’t loud enough to give him away.
“Rosi, don’t make me talk to a door. Come here.”
Silence stretches. Rosi drags in a careful breath and rolls onto his side. Even the small movement sends a wave of heat rolling through him, his muscles trembling with the effort. Another knock, a little firmer this time.
“I missed you,” Dofflamingo says, voice dipping just enough to sound almost warm. “Come to the door.”
Rosi rolls onto his side. Even the slight press of his thighs together as he shifts is enough to make him shudder, releasing another wave of want and pheromones into the room.
He could smell Doffy before he even heard him. His vision was already going hazy with the heat as he stumbled to his feet, knees trembling. The thin fabric of his pajamas clung soaked to his skin. He barely made it to the door before leaning his back against the laughable barrier, breathing shallowly as he struggled to steady himself with such a strong Alpha so close.
Doffy’s scent pressed in at the edges of the room, his pheromones curling under the crack of the door, his voice slipping through the flimsy barrier. He didn’t want to scare his little brother off, Rosi could hear it in the way he kept his tone soft and coaxing. But Rosi was already shaking, heat burning under his skin and eating away at what little reason he had left.
“Rosi, please.”
A soft thud from the other side of the door gave Doflamingo every reason to go in and make sure his brother was okay.
He could barely push the door open with Rosi’s weight slumped against it, but once he managed to wedge it enough to look inside, the scent rushed into his lungs at once. His nostrils flared, skin heating as his gaze dropped to his dazed little brother, pants damp, face flushed, soft blond waves sticking to his sweaty skin.
Stepping inside, he crouched down beside him, the ache in his core igniting as crimson eyes met deep auburn.
His Rut flared back to life at the sight and scent of his brother.
Heat seemed to roll off him in waves as he quickly tried to pull his beloved brother up from the floor. This was no place for such a beautiful Omega. He tried to steady Rosi on his feet, but Rosi’s knees buckled, hands clutching at the large pink coat still draped over Doffy’s shoulders.
"Brother, I-I."
In one fluid motion, Doflamingo scooped Rosinante into his arms and stepped out into the hall, carrying him back toward his own room.
Once inside, he set Rosi down on the edge of the bed.
Rosi immediately turned over onto his stomach, climbed into the bed, and buried his face in the pillows, every movement driven by instinct and the feverish haze of his heat. His thoughts were a blur, too much warmth, too much need, the sheets already clinging to his skin.
The Doffy shrugged his coat and glasses off onto the couch and stepped closer, long fingers brushing over the damp hem of Rosi’s sleep pants. His touch was careful, testing how close he could get without losing control.
He clenched his jaw, fighting the urge to just grab and take. Rosi smelled too good, and the ache still lingering from his last failed rut twisted sharply in his gut, reminding him how unstratified he still was.
With a slow, steady breath, he eased the clingy fabric down Rosi’s hips just enough to free him from the worst of it; the glistening and soaked mound was revealed as Rosi looked back towards him. Shifting toward the touch, fingers curling weakly in the blanket as he breathed in the Alpha’s scent, heat pulsing between his thighs. He turned over and spread his legs, running his hand over the slick and parting his folds to show the steam pouring off of him.
He never broke eye contact, watched him strip, and watched the heavy bob of the already flush head twitch with want. When the Omega settled back and parted his thighs, the Alpha moved between them in one smooth motion; he slapped his cock over the mount and between the velvet folds.
He did not hold back anymore as he gripped down firm, one hand guiding his cock inside, the other braced around his waist as he drove forward in a single, decisive push, no more holding back, no more careful restraint. Pushing in and bottoming out in one go. For the first time, he could sink in fully, feel himself swallowed by that welcoming heat, and the look on the Omega’s face all but begged him not to stop.
He heard a voice—deep, rough, satisfied—thread through the haze.
“You take me so well,” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Heat rushed to his face. If he could’ve answered, he might’ve thrown something flippant back at him, but all that came out was a broken, half-strangled noise. His body betrayed him, tightening around the intrusion, pulling him in instead of pushing him away.
Every movement after that seemed to knock thought loose. The Alpha adjusted his grip, pushing his knees up and back, opening him further, and the new angle stole what little breath he had left. His world narrowed to a handful of things: the weight above him, the rhythm of their bodies, and those unwavering eyes that refused to let him drift anywhere else.
A silent scream? Moan? Doflamingo didn't care. The way the Omega clung to him, tightening and reaching for more, told him everything he needed to know about how much he was enjoying this. He did not need theatrics.
His movements grew more intent, each thrust a promise; he wanted to feel every inch of his brother. He had known since they were kids that he was an Omega, but experiencing it like this was an entirely different kind of hunger.
He thrust hard enough to jolt the soft moans out of Rosi, each move answering the way the Omega’s body clung to him and refused to let go. Their breaths tangled between them, hot and uneven, as the Alpha drove into him with a rising, relentless rhythm.
“Who would’ve thought you were this demanding?” the Alpha murmured against his mouth, punctuating each word with a slow, grinding push of his hips. “My pretty little Omega.”
Heat flared under Rosi’s skin at the words, but something in him bucked against the idea of just being taken and praised and undone. His hands slid up, fingers curling in the back of the Alpha’s neck as he tugged him down, not waiting for permission.
Rosi breathed, dragging him into a kiss.
He tried to set the pace himself this time, parting his lips and pushing forward, tongue seeking, teeth catching on the Alpha’s lower lip. For a heartbeat, he felt the surprise in the way the Alpha stilled, then a low sound rumbled from his chest, and his mouth opened in answer.
The Alpha met him there, but Rosi refused to retreat. He chased the kiss deeper, angling his head, pulling him closer until their noses brushed and there was nowhere else for either of them to go. He rolled his hips up into each thrust, matching it, meeting it, turning every movement into something they were doing together.
They broke apart slowly, lips tingling, each thrust knocking half-formed sounds out of Rosi’s throat, little gasps, cut-off words, dazed silence where language failed him.
The Alpha dipped his head, breath hot against Rosi’s ear.
“What I wouldn’t give to hear you call my name right now,” he murmured. “Let me hear that pretty voice of yours while I’m this deep in you.”
Rosi’s face burned. He tried to shift away, testing the grip at his hips, but the Alpha only tightened his hold and drove forward, his pace picking up again. The message was clear: stay right where I put you.
He pushed back deliberately, rolling his hips in a way that made the Alpha suck in a sharp breath. When Rosi glanced up, he caught the flicker of a grin—sharp and crooked, the kind of smile that said he’d just turned a simple rut into a hunt.
Before the Alpha could pin him down again, Rosi twisted out from under him, sliding to the side and flipping onto his hands and knees. His body protested the sudden movement, heat rushing through him, but the feeling of choosing his own position filled him with pride. He arched his back, presenting himself without looking back right away, letting the silence stretch.
When the expected immediate press of the Alpha’s cock didn’t come, curiosity got the better of him. Rosi glanced over his shoulder.
The Alpha was behind him, taking his time, and that wicked, knowing smile was back, eyes hooded with hunger.
“So bratty when you need your Alpha, aren’t you?”
He slid his hand into the back of Rosi’s hair and pulled him upright, back snug against his chest. His cock dragged against the slick heat between Rosi’s thighs with every slow roll of his hips. His other hand slipped around to cup him, fingers finding his clit and working it in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Now,” he murmured against Rosi’s ear, voice low and amused, “are you going to be good and behave for me?”
His fingers moved in slow, steady passes over the heated folds between Rosi’s thighs, each stroke building the tension tighter. Rosi was close, arching into his touch, the need for release coiling sharp and hot in his gut. He wanted it—wanted all of it—he wanted to cum all over his Alpha's cock.
“Or?” Rosi managed, breath hitching.
Doflamingo’s strings slid over his trembling body in answer, tightening along his nerves instead of offering mercy. A few subtle flicks of his wrist sent sharp sparks racing through Rosi—not quite pain, but a pointed warning of how quickly this could turn.
“Are you going to keep making demands—”
He cut himself off with a sharp snap of his hips, driving forward hard enough it made him spasm with cramps. In the blur of pain, Rosi understood with sudden clarity: if the Alpha wanted it to hurt, it would hurt.
His muscles loosened all at once, instinct telling him to yield. Rosi glanced back over his shoulder.
“Y–yes, Alpha,” he rasped, the words rough and heavy with want.
Doflamingo tightened his grip on Rosi’s hair and dragged his head to the side, exposing the line of his throat and the curve where neck met shoulder. Then he bit down.
Rosi’s moan tore free before he could stop it, raw and startled. The sound felt strange in his own ears, but the bite itself felt right in a way that made his whole body shudder. Teeth sank deep into heated skin as the Alpha’s rhythm turned wild and uneven, each sharp thrust driving the mark in further.
They fell forward, braced on hands and knees, and Doflamingo finally broke the bite. A slow trail of blood slid down Rosi’s shoulder where teeth had been, the sting of it only sharpening the haze of heat he was floating in. He glanced back, eyes glassy, breath ragged.
The Alpha was close; Rosi could see it in the tight set of his jaw, the way his chest heaved. Doflamingo’s hands clamped down, hauling him back firmly against him, forcing their bodies flush with each deep, claiming snap of his hips.
Rosi was drifting, lost in the haze of the bite and the way the Alpha filled him so completely. His world narrowed to heat and weight and the steady drilling of his cunt.
“You are my everything,” the Alpha murmured against his ear, voice rough and unsteady. “My Corazón.”
The words cut through the fog more sharply than any thrust. Rosi’s breath hitched; his fingers clenched around the sheets.
A few more deep, driving movements, each one pushing him closer to the edge.
“My beloved,” came next, softer, like a confession that had been waiting too long.
“Please,” Rosi gasped, the Alpha’s name breaking on his tongue. "Doffy, please."
Doffy hooked one leg over his brother's leg and thrust in one more time, as the tip of his cock pushed past the soft cervix and straight into his womb. The first spurt of cum had him knotting his brother in quick succession. His cock felt like it was being sucked in by the hungry, demanding Omega. The clenching, the flex of his own brother's orgasm, felt like his personal heaven. His cock was fully inflated inside. It pushed past the ring, still pulsing with cum, locked on the head of his cock.
His brother did not let go until his body knew he was pregnant with his pups.
Doffy fell forwards, unable to move freely, and shifted them to their sides. Rosi’s hand drifted down, resting over his own lower belly where the lingering fullness felt almost unreal, a deep, pulsing weight that made his nerves hum, feeling the demanding cock locked not only by the knot but also by his own womb sucking him dry. He was definitely going to be pupped after this.
The mark on Rosi’s neck throbbed in time with his heartbeat, a steady ache that soothed him. His lids grew heavy. Every slow pulse inside him, every lazy rise and fall of the Alpha’s chest against his back, pulled him deeper toward sleep still locked tight on his brother’s cock.
As Doffy slid in close, cuddling up to his brother as his thumb stroked idle circles over Rosi’s stomach, his cock sat fully seated inside. Pulsing and ensuring his little brother was going to bear his pups.
Soft light pressed against his eyelids, dragging Rosi slowly up out of sleep.
Everything hurt in a distant, heavy way, but there was also an impossible warmth at his back, a solid wall of heat and muscle curved around him. Large hands were splayed over his stomach, holding him in place.
He flinched on instinct.
The answering tug low in his body made him go still. There was a deep, unmistakable fullness inside him; his brother was still locked inside him, and that hadn’t faded during the night.
“Good morning, my beloved,” a low voice murmured against his ear.
Rosi’s eyes snapped open, the heat-fog clearing just enough for him to understand exactly how they were still joined.
“You just refuse to let me go,” the Alpha added, amused, his thumb stroking lazy circles over Rosi’s stomach. “No matter how much cum I give you, your body keeps asking for more.”
Strong fingers slid up, one hand turning Rosi’s face so their eyes could meet fully.
“Good morning, Doffy,” Rosi said, and his grin softened at the edges.
Rosi tried to move again and gasped when his body clenched down around him, the lingering sensitivity turning the smallest shift into a spark. The Alpha’s breath hitched too, his arm tightening around Rosi’s middle as if to steady them both.
Beneath their joined bodies, Rosi could feel the slow, steady pulse deep inside him, a reminder that the night hadn’t just been a dream. His skin prickled; heat began to coil low again, traitorous and insistent, answering the familiar scent at his back. Heat and Rut demanding more from them both.
“Careful,” Doffy murmured, lips brushing over Rosi’s shoulder. “If you keep squeezing me like this, we’re never getting out of bed.”