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The warehouse door was open, unmanned, and he knew immediately his original company wouldn't be meeting him tonight. He steps in nonetheless, hands in his pockets: Gun kept securely on the right, tip letter on the left. The first thing he sees were the silhouettes of fallen bodies strewn all over the floor, only visible because of the moonlight cascading from the large windows of the warehouse. He scrunches his nose as he steps over them. It reeked of blood, and a certain familiar sweet tobacco scent, growing stronger until he reaches the middle of the space. He sighs.
"I thought you said you didn't like to meddle," Eli said, head tilting to give acknowledgement to the figure sitting atop a crate.
Naib- known more in the underground as Hound- exhales, smoke rising up along with the dust in the light. Crossed legs, lax posture- he looked liked he was on a stroll in the park rather than a battlefield among illegal organizations. The corners of lips curls up at the sight of Recluse. He at least looked genuinely surprised at the other's appearance.
"Didn't expect you lot to be interested in this," Naib shrugs, picking at the cigarette between his fingers, "I suppose then that I was the early bird,"
Instead of a retort, Eli could only remember, "So I woke up at an ungodly 1 am for nothing,"
Naib laughs. He uncrosses his legs, dangling them over the edge of the crate. "Help me down," He adds, still with the mirth in his voice. Eli raises a brow. "Got a wound on my leg,"
"You shouldn't have climbed up in the first place. What's with you and the need to look taller?" Eli moves to the side just as Naib flicks the cigarette at him, barking a retort that's lost to his own chuckle. It takes him three long strides to reach the front of the crate, arms already posed infront of him.
Hound huffs and pushes himself off, the only working leg outstretched to catch himself. Eli's arm winds around his middle, safely balancing him while the other arm presses firmly against his back. He's belatedly reminded of how short the other one was (he holds his tongue this time) and yet was skilled enough to take on a dozen or two of these troublesome men. A lithe form that's built for speed and efficiency, such is the prowess Hound was known for.
And yet there's the small to his waist, the flow in his hair, the squeeze from his hand as he balances himself against Recluse's shoulder, and the sweet scent that lingers and mixes with the tobacco.
Eli blinks.
"I'm not walking back with this damn leg," Hound curses under his breath.
"You're not,"
Hound rolls his eyes, "Your place is closer than mine. Let me borrow some supplies."
And for some reason they made it back to his car and straight to his apartment. Hound's injured leg, the blood well hidden by the dark tint of his pants and boot, was now wrapped in bandages. Eli didn't expect him to walk around with one pant leg rolled up, boots discarded somewhere in the corner of the room, and hooded vest slung over the sofa's backrest.
"At least sit down," Eli says from the dinner table, eyeing on his guest across the room with a raised brow, "Your pacing is giving me headache."
"I need a smoke,"
"Under the coffee table,"
Just from that, Naib immediately does a sharp turn, blindly shoving his hand under the wood coffee table. He takes out the pack of cigarettes, grabs his vest and trudges off. Eli guesses he must've been trying to stomp his way across the room but it only came out as odd sounds against the floorboards. The sound of a door slamming shut echoes in the small space and Eli sighs, relaxing his shoulders. Guess he won't be entering his room for a while.
The papers on the dinner table were still glaring at him though, the same papers he's been trying to sort and fill up regarding last week's case. He lifts his gaze, where the clock read quarter past two and his gaze lands back to the freshly brewed coffee infront of him. He's at least no stranger to staying up till morning.
He's sifted through the first half of the papers when he remembers to straighten his posture, groaning as he rolls his shoulders. He immediately reaches for the coffee cup, relishing in the sweet aroma that's kept him attentive. It's gone lukewarm though, but he takes a sip nonetheless.
Only to cough at the sudden bitter taste that hit his senses. He scrunches his nose and takes a long whiff of the coffee. Yeah, it was definitely bitter.
Then...
"Naib?" Eli sets down the cup and stands up. Only then did he realize that the sweet smell has been in the apartment for a while, a bit too overwhelming that his knees buckle the moment he takes a step out of the kitchen. No, it's been like this since a while ago- from the warehouse. This scent...
Eli thought he'd be standing infront of his bedroom door, but the scent itself was from the bathroom just at the end of the hall. He swallows thickly and knocks. He didn't say anything, and the response never came either, and maybe that gave him the confidence to turn the knob.
The concentrated scent was like a punch straight to the lungs, overwhelming him with the sweetness and spice. His grip tightens against the doorknob, trying to ground himself against the sudden instincts that are prickling against his skin. His gaze lands on Hound's figure, huddled against the side of the bath tub, vest clutched messily in his hands.
"Fuck them," Naib growls, already aware of his presence. There's a shaking on his shoulders followed by a deep exhale.
Eli's eyes widen, "You were there for the suppresants,"
"They've already shipped everything out. Didn't even have a single one on them." He tries to sound agitated, but his breath gets caught in his throat, ending into an unsteady note. Eli's ears caught the sound too easily, and it echoes in his mind, fuels the heat that's rumbling at the pit of his stomach.
It was dangerous, but he couldn't move.
It was Eli who flinches when Hound uncurls from himself, eyes heavy lidded and trained straight onto him. Each unsteady movement as he rose from his spot made Eli's muscles tense. This didn't go unnoticed, and Hound relished in the attention. With careful steps, he makes his way infront of Eli, smirking despite the deep red that colors his cheeks and the warm puffs of air that exits his lips.
"Well, Alpha," He spits out the word like venom, baring his teeth as he grabs the front of Eli's shirt with both hands, tugging him down until their noses brushes against each other, "Not going to eat me?"
Recluse's hands clench tighter, the tips of his nails digging against his palm. The scent coming from Naib was unbearable. He could feel the heat radiating from the other's touch and breath, and from this view, he can see the glaze over the other's eyes, desperately trying to hold on to what little flame of challenge he can. It's undeniably so Naib, and Eli's heart remembers the person underneath the veil of a cornered omega.
Eli lifts his arms, sending Hound staggering backwards, but he steps in quickly and wraps his arms around the other's waist. From this closeness, he could feel each shaky breath that enters and exits Hound's body and the scent of sweat and sweet hormones that cling onto his skin. Hound's grip on his shoulder was tight, almost painful, and Eli knew he was fighting between pushing him away or pulling him closer.
"What the fuck," Naib breaths out, a small dry laugh teasing the end of his voice, "Why they hell do you have to be like this?"
It sounded more of a compliment so Eli lifts his head from Hound's shoulder and nuzzles the side of his neck, pressing his nose against the sweet smelling gland. Hound's reaction was immediate: he groans a garbled rendition of some curse, knees buckling below him so he latches an arm around Recluse's shoulders.
"Fuck, stop trying to be a saint and claim me already!"
Eli's hold tightens around him, "That's not what you want, is it?" He says, and Hound bites his lip, "You're afraid. How long has this been going?"
Naib scoffs. He's silent for a while, trying to blink the haze off his eyes. It seems easier to stay in control, something oddly calming from Eli's hold, "The hell do I know. I'm not about to be an underling to the mafia just because I'm an omega,"
Eli notes he didn't deny his words.
"Stay here until it goes down. I'll stay away from my room,"
"Fuck you," Naib snarls and grabs the back of his head, tugging on his hair painfully until Eli lifts his head. Eli's brows furrowed in response but everything else dies down in his throat when Naib crashes his lips against his.
The kiss was all teeth and desperation, Hound licking his way into his mouth as he leans closer, closer until he could slot his leg between Eli's and grind his hardness against Eli's pelvis. The detective lets out an appreciative moan, feeling the last inches of his control slip from his fingers. He allows his hands to roam the small of his back before sliding down to grope at Hound's ass.
Naib pulls away an inch, still tonguing the edges of Eli's lips, "I'm here because of you," He whispers hotly. Recluse pulls him by the ass, guiding his movement until Hound was rubbing against his clothed member. The moan rips from Naib's throat so easily, eyes fluttering shut as he rests his head against Eli's shoulder, letting himself be moved in waves against the building pleasure. "Eli... Eli... Eli..."
"You're choosing me?" Eli asks, his voice already hoarse and low.
Naib wraps his arms around his neck, the lazy smirk just giving him a more debauched look as he stares up at the detective, "Only if- hah- you think you can handle me,"
Eli's eyes soften. He kisses the edge of Hound's lips, relishing in the hot breath that fans his cheek, but before he could fully lean in, he's shoved roughly to the side. He's barely had the time to catch himself before the door slams open and frantic footsteps rush down the hall. It's only a split second, but Eli finds himself smirking.
Of course, Hound wouldn't make this easy.
Recluse pushes himself off the wall and darts outside the bathroom, letting instincts carry his steps. He manages to grab Hound's arm before he could throw himself down the stairs, pulling him back with a secured arm around his waist. Hound trashes against him, cursing under his breath, guttural sounds warning him, but Eli only focused on holding him back as his other hand blindly reaches for the doorknob to his room. The door opens and Eli takes large strides towards his bed. Hound twists in his hold immediately, trying to grab purchase on his shoulders again but Eli holds his wrist as he drops him on the mattress.
There's a heavy intake of breath, a reaction Eli was expecting as he raises his leg to press in between Hound's. The other moans, clenches his teeth and glares at him, frozen still in place. Eli takes the expression into heart, the corners of his lips forming a smirk as he dips down and mouths the side of Naib's neck, right ontop of the scent glands.
"Fuck- Hah!" Naib's chest arcs, head thrown back and baring the supple skin of his neck. Eli immediately presses his teeth against the skin, not quite biting just yet, but enough to let Hound know he will. A hand reaches up and tangles them on Eli's hair, tugging senselessly just as Naib raises his leg and hooks it over Eli's back.
"Hurry..."
It came out more of a whisper, voice broken and dripping with need, and Eli is more than happy to comply. He pulls back a bit, just enough to help himself balance once he lets go of Naib's wrist. His other hand snakes downwards, groping at the mafioso's bulge, fingers deftly undoing the belt buckle there. Naib raises his hips and tries to wiggle himself off his slacks, never letting go of his grip on Eli's hair and shoulder.
Eli smirks at the eagerness. With Hound's pants discarded, the sweet smell became even more apparent. Eli leans back on his knees, breath caught in his throat as he trails his hand down Naib's thighs. Slick gets caught between his fingertips and he follows it straight to the leaking hole. Naib groans and Eli's other hand was quick enough to catch an outstretched leg, holding it in place while he presses a finger in. Subconsciously, he licks his lips. There was no resistance, one finger immediately sucked in thanks to the generous amount of lubrication. Hound shivers under him, low moan echoing in the room.
"You've never faced your heat until today?"
Hound groans loudly, "Don't lecture me now," A curl of the finger leaves him squirming, back arching off the bed as he pants heavily. Eli relished in the responsiveness of the mafioso, engraving the flushed and sweaty face into his memory. He leans forward again, letting his left arm brace him against the bed, giving him a perfect leverage to kiss the sounds off Hound's lips.
"Shit..." Naib hisses out but he chases Eli's lips, tears caught in his half-lidded eyes "That fucking hurts..."
Eli shushes him, "Let me handle you," Without waiting for a response, he presses in another finger, scissoring the slick hole and making Hound twist under him. Hound's hips raise, chasing a friction to alleviate his throbbing cock, but Eli has other plans. With a single push and arm around Hound's waist, he flips him over onto his knees. The sudden emptiness and change in position made Hound let off an involuntary squeak.
"B-bastard, what- Hah ngh-!" Hound was about to grab him but the press of fingers back into his hole made his body tense, and his hands clench back tightly on the sheets. Like this, on his knees, with Eli kneeling just behind him and twisting three fingers into him, Naib feels the heat more than ever. His eyes were clouded over, heartbeat loud in his ears, but he couldn't help but press his backside more against the detective.
"Fuck... Eli, hurry... hurry, don't make me cum like this-" He drawls out, desperate now. To hell with control. He's already been dragged into a den just from his challenging remarks.
Eli at least took the message and aptly pulled his fingers out. He raises himself off his knees, draping himself over Hound's back. The sound of metal clanking was music to Hound's ears and he looks up, dazed, only to be met by fingers against his lips. Perverted fuck, Naib belatedly thinks but he opens his lips nonetheless, allowing Eli to shove the slick-stained fingers inside. His tongue wraps around the digits immediately, savoring in the sweet fluid. He lets out a breathy moan, angling his hips up higher when he feels Eli's cock rest against the crook of his ass.
"I'll try to make it hurt less," The detective whispers. With the generous amount of slick, he's quick to push in with a slow thrust of the hips.
Hound keens under him, releasing his fingers to let out a moan, body taut and shivering, "Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" He drops his head against the mattress, his body continuing to tremble.
Eli kisses his shoulder. He uses his free hand snake lower, unbuttoning Hound's dress shirt on the way, before he takes in his hand Hound's cock and giving it a few strokes, "Did you come?"
Naib's heavy panting was his only response so Eli takes that as affirmation. He lets go of his throbbing cock, planting his hand against Hound's waist instead, pulls back and then slams back in. Hound groans somewhere between a whine and a moan, the mantra of curses immediately following his voice as Eli starts a steady pace. The room echoes of the obscene sound of his slicked hole taking Eli's cock, his moans raising an octave with each pound against him. His hands twist against the sheets continuously, trying to find a way to ground himself, but the heat and instincts left his brain in a dazed fog.
Eli was not all that calm either. Hound's voice echoing in his ears fueled his need. He pushes up Hound's dress shirt from behind to reveal a scar ridden back, but the lithe waist and beautifully vulnerable neck now in full view as well. He groans despite himself and thrusts in faster, deeper, relishing in the feeling of the hot, slick hole swallowing him up like he was made for him. The thought of Hound never having this kind of heat, yet having no problems in taking Eli made his chest flutter. He's heard of stories of suppressed heat, and the whiplash that comes with it once they succumb to it after many years: painful, traumatizing even, but Hound was drunk off pleasure, accepting Eli like they've had this- whatever this is- for so long.
"Mark me,"
The sudden clarity of the words made Eli's movement stagger, and his eyes immediately finds Hound's teary ones from over his shoulder. No more words were needed. Eli towers over the mafioso, one arm around his waist, the other holding down Hound's shoulder. He finds the junction where the scent glands were at and presses his nose over it. This inherently Hound scent, he wants to remember it one last time.
And then, he bites.
The results were instantaneous: Naib tightens around him, eyes blowing wide, mouth falling slack in a silent scream. His body was strung hard as another wave of pleasure, stronger than he's ever felt, washes over him. He trembles as he releases once more, soaking the sheets beneath him. Eli groans against his skin, slurping the few trickles of blood that falls on his tongue. With his nose close to the scent glands, he can already tell the that Hound's smell was changing, intertwining with spice and cream until it's a scent that Eli can proudly say as theirs. The sensation settles in his stomach, fuels his pride, and he growls against Hound's skin. He wraps his arms around the mafioso's waist and pulls him closer and tighter as he feels his knot swell inside the tight hole. There's a long dragged moan from Naib, his body shivering when he feels Eli fill him with his hot seed, the knot catching against his rim and sending shocks up his spine that he has to spread his legs wider to accommodate the sensation.
Eli releases his bite against the skin, licking it in slow strokes that made Hound whine in his hold. Eli shushes him with a feather-light kiss on top of the wound, "Will you do as I say?" He asks, letting the low rumble of his Alpha voice be heard. Hound makes another noise.
"Naib," Eli repeats, "Will you trust me on this? I want to hear it from you,"
"Damnit!" Hound twists around, eyes glazed, shoulders pressing against Eli's chest, "Yes, just... Eli, just do something already...!"
Just as he finished talking, Eli pulls him up by the waist, arm under his legs, until Eli sits down by the foot of the bed. Hound flails languidly, a breathless whimper caught in his throat when he's settled back on Eli's lap, sitting on top of the knot. "O-oh... fuck!"
Both his legs curl around Eli's legs, anchoring himself. Eli returns to nipping at the crook of his neck, just above the bite mark, while his hands busy themselves to trailing across Naib's toned chest, memorizing each dip of the muscles and the roughness left by the scars. He finds a perked bud, twists it between his fingers and he relishes in the whine that Naib let's out. He tugs, and there's another voice that comes out, high-pitched, needy, back arched fully for Eli's whims. The detective lets Naib lean back into him, making space so that his head falls onto his shoulder. Like this, he can watch the other's brows furrow as sensations wreck his body, watch as Naib's mouth opens in a breathy moan, kiss-bitten lips in full display. Eli couldn't help but smirk.
With one hand busy teasing Naib's nipple, he lets the other slink down to grasp Naib's cock, still hard from the heat and slicked with his cum, pumping it slowly to each twist of his other hand. Naib curses, turning his head to the side to give Eli's cheek an open mouthed kiss. Or was it supposed to be a threat? Nonetheless, Eli chuckles, returning the kiss.
"Patience," Eli whispers.
He'd expected a retort or a growl, but Naib was quiet, breathing still heavy, and Eli takes that as an affirmation. This time he trails both his hands down, settling into a vice grip on Naib's waist. He pulls and rolls his hips and Naib gasps as Eli's knot gets caught against his rim, pushing and pulsing against his insides. His moan gets dragged out until Naib braces himself on Eli's thighs and follows the movement, desperate and chasing the pleasure.
"Do not cum until I tell you to," Eli warns, his grip stilling the moving hips to make his point, making Hound whine and bite his lips, "Do you understand?"
Naib nods almost immediately and Eli feels warmth bloom in his stomach. That's good; That's enough of a sign that he's listening to Eli and he's willingly submitting. As a reward, he resumes his movement of grinding against Naib's insides, adding his own open mouthed kisses across the mafioso's shoulders. There's not enough marks but he's about to change that. He bites and sucks on every bare skin he could reach from his position, tilting Hound's body enough so he could put a hickey on his neck just enough that he's sure it will peek through the colars of his button-up. Hound responds in kindness, soft noises falling from his lips, his fingers now a loose grip- almost a carress- on Eli's thighs instead. He keeps this up, the alternating between gentle presses of the lips to bites that pattern the already scarred skin, while his grip holds Naib's hips slow and steady into an almost rhythmic movement. With the frantic urgest settled down, Eli's got all the time in the world. He hums in appreciation and lets Naib's full weight settle in his arms, marked, knotted and wholly submissive.
"Good boy, that's it, that's it," Eli kisses over a mark from a hard bite on his shoulder, before he bares his fangs, "Come for me,"
Hound throws his head back, surprised, broken breathy whines filling the room as his hips jolt once, twice, but nothing comes out. Eli traces circles across Naib's thighs, up to his abdomen, down to his twitching cock. He takes it into his hand, gives it a few pumps as he chuckles against kiss bitten skin, "Too much?"
"Ngh..." Naib gives a breathless 'yes', hands flailing to grasp Eli's hand.
The detective nods, a smile obvious on his face. He lets Naib settle back once more, watches as his chest falls into a rhythm, before Eli moves them both back to the center of the bed. It was an awkward crawl of getting Naib's drained form across the sheets, also paying attention to the small hiccups he lets out with each tug of the knot inside him, until finally he could slip his arm under the mafioso's form and hold him from behind.
"Good?"
Naib blinks slowly, once, twice, but he settles for burying his face further against the pillows, "Mm..." Eli does end up nuzzling the top of his head, basking in the smell of tobacco, rain, and their scent together. It's the slow rise of Naib's chest that lets Eli know he's fallen asleep, safe and comfortable in the detective's arms. Right now, it's just them and the slow growing buzz of the city. Tomorrow, and the days after, the rest of Hound's heat.