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Reaper/Lúcio – Omega!Lúcio; Alpha!Reaper

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Reaper has followed the trail of the militia for a while now. It wasn’t a difficult task; their stench permeated the dark alleys of downtown; stress laced with the overbearing spice of excited Alphas.

Beneath the heavy notes, something far more interesting was showing through. His point of interest.

When he finds Lúcio, he really can’t fathom how he has managed to shake the soldiers off his trail. He is cowering in a corner while trying to calm his hands long enough to steady the healing light he’s got going. He still easily fills the space of the dead end road he’s fled into with the warm, prickly scent of his heat.

Not even a pre-heat. Just a full-blown, mouth watering heat that has Reaper on high alert as he scans the surrounding little alleys.

Nothing. Not a single soul to be detected in the vicinity. Not even the thick scent of the excited Alpha soldiers.

He dissipates into smoke and reforms again just a few meters away from the heating Omega. Lúcio’s forehead is shiny with sweat, but he works with single-minded intent which reluctantly impresses Reaper. He takes a step closer, alerting the young Omega to his presence.

Lúcio tenses, baring his teeth, then notices who it is standing there across from him – and relaxes again, surprisingly enough.

“Hmmm I heard of you.”

Reaper shifts a little. He comes closer, then squats down in front of Lúcio when the Omega keeps nice and relaxed despite the fat drops of sweat now running down his temples. He is a physically small man, but he seems weirdly a lot larger than that.

Reaper tilts his head, not hiding the fact that he is inhaling the heat scent deeply.

“Did you now…”

“Yup, I didn…” Lúcio licks his lips a bit nervous. He puts the device with the healing light away with a shaking hand. “Didn’t know you were an Alpha. Thought you might not be anything at all, to be honest.”

Reaper licks his lips as well underneath his mask, his body starting to heat up almost despite itself. He reaches out slowly, his clawed glove vanishing into smoke in the process so he can feel Lúcio’s slick, hot skin when he drags his fingertips along his jaw and ends in scratching his little goatee.

Lúcio follows the movement, his Adam’s Apple bobbing as he swallows hard.

“I could use an Alpha right about now…”

Reaper huffs a laugh. He shifts his body forward, clothes dissipating just like his glove had.

“I can help with that…”

.o.

He keeps his mask on as he mates the pretty little Omega, but Lúcio does not seem to care one bit. He doesn’t hesitate in wrapping himself around Reaper and does not need to see his face in order to scratch him up good and bite near bloody welts into his shoulders as he gets fucked on the big Alpha cock and that fiery ache in his belly begins to unravel like a spool of sloppily wrapped yarn.

It’s a bit unnerving how much Lúcio doesn’t care… and yet it is freeing.

They’ve never seen each other before; they are both wanted men for wildly different reasons, and yet they are here in a dirty back alley and mating like unfixed cats; as if they were a pair that is used to each other’s quirks.

Reaper touches Lúcio’s little tits, pinching those delicious brown nipples, and Lúcio yowls and damn near scratches his back into bloody ribbons just because he loves the sensation so damn much.

He probably even would have presented for him if he had given him a second to gather himself up enough to think about it. The thought is so sweet that it aches.

Reaper hates pain; so he works through that sensation by pounding even harder into the little Omega, spearing him on his cock until even he has to admit that he is too much for the young man; that there is no way he isn’t going to split his belly open with his cock any second now.

Lúcio isn’t having any of his hesitation. He curls his legs around Reaper’s hips and holds on to him with all his might, all the while smelling like a goddamn feast.

He never asks him to pull out and jerk his load off onto his belly. Reaper wonders if he can smell that he is infertile, or whether he is just so deeply into his heat that he is willing to let a stranger breed him up like an alley whore.

All the pictures and videos he’s seen of the rebel leader have shown him to be a smiling, happy-go-lucky kind of guy.

It dawns on Reaper, as he fucks Lúcio into the filthy ground, that there is a lot more to him behind all of that.