Chapter 2: Claimed on the Catwalk
Telemachus seated himself in the wooden cabin he sat by as Leon left, entering the still darkness of the factory below. When a sudden scent filled his lungs. It was never an Omega, nor Alpha. He was but a beta. But today, that changed. It must've been the mysterious drug he had been injected with moments ago. He huffed as he crawled inside, unaware he was being watched.
His heat was taking over, though he was still unaware of what was happening. He huffed and heaved as he fell onto the creaky bed. The rusty hinges shrieked. Puffs of air escaped his mouth. He lifted his head, someone had broken in.
Jack Krauser.
He was an Alpha. An Ultimate Alpha. They were an experiment drug that gave Betas either an Alpha, or Omega part. But an Ultimate of either was otherworldy. However, an Ultimate Alpha can only mate with other Ultimates, unlike Ultimate Omegas.
Ultimate Omegas had a very powerful scent, drawing any kinds of Alphas to their den. And since Krauser was an Ultimate Alpha, he sensed Telemachus immediately.
And he was having the heat of his life.
The scent hit Krauser like a physical blow the moment he breached the perimeter – cloying sweetness layered over decay, ozone, and the coppery tang of Tel’s half-healed wounds. He’d tracked the elusive bio-weapon across three sectors, scent markers intensifying, leading him to this derelict husk. He moved silently through the dripping shadows, past skeletal machinery, the storm’s fury muted within the cavernous space. Then, a low groan echoed, raw and involuntary, drawing him towards a rickety wooden cabin structure leaning against the far wall.
He saw him through a gap in the rotten planking. Tel was sprawled on a filthy cot, back arched off the thin mattress, muscles taut like bowstrings. Sweat plastered the blood-soaked white hoodie to his skin, outlining the hard lines of his abdomen and the frantic rise and fall of his chest. His head thrashed, dark hair clinging to his damp forehead, eyes squeezed shut. Puffs of heated vapor escaped his parted lips. The air around him vibrated with desperate, intoxicating pheromones – pure, undiluted Omega heat, amplified to an impossible, predatory pitch. Ultimate Omega.
Tel’s eyes flew open, unfocused but burning with a feral panic Krauser recognized instantly. Prey. He saw the recognition flicker, followed by a surge of defiance as Tel tried to scramble backwards, boots scrabbling on the damp wood. “Fuck off, Krauser!” The words were a ragged snarl, but undercut by a breathy tremor.
Krauser was on him in two strides. He didn’t hesitate, didn’t waste words. His flesh hand clamped around Tel’s throat, not choking, just pinning, while his massive cybernetic forearm slammed across Tel’s chest, crushing him back against the cot frame. The rotten wood groaned in protest. Krauser leaned in, filling Tel’s vision, his own Alpha scent – dark earth, gun oil, and raw, brutal dominance – flooding the enclosed space, clashing violently with Tel’s desperate sweetness. His lips brushed the shell of Tel’s ear, the growl vibrating deep in his own chest.
“Running from me, Omega?” The words were a low, predatory rumble. “Smelled you halfway across the district. That rotten city stink couldn’t hide this.” He inhaled deeply against Tel’s sweat-slicked neck, a deliberate, possessive act. “Pure fucking need.”
Tel writhed under the unyielding pressure, a trapped animal. “Not… your fucking… Omega…” He gasped, driving a knee upwards, aiming for Krauser’s groin.
Krauser blocked it effortlessly with his thigh, his metal hand shifting to grab Tel’s hip, fingers digging into the junction where pelvis met thigh with bruising force. He ground his own hard length, thick and unmistakable through his fatigues, against Tel’s trapped leg. “Deny it all you want, boy. Your body’s screaming the truth.” He dragged his teeth along the straining tendon in Tel’s throat, not quite biting, the scrape sending violent tremors through the younger man. “Feel that slick soaking your pants? That’s mine.”
Tel cried out, a sharp, choked sound that dissolved into a low moan. His head slammed back against the wood. Defiance warred with a terrifying, biological imperative he couldn’t control. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction against Krauser’s thigh. “God… damn it… stop…” The protest was weak, lost in a haze of pheromones and the pounding rain on the roof.
Krauser didn’t stop. His flesh hand released Tel’s throat, sliding down the sweat-drenched chest, ripping the bloodstained hoodie open with brutal efficiency. The bulletproof padding underneath offered no resistance. He shoved it aside, exposing Tel’s bare stomach and chest, the skin flushed and feverish. Krauser’s gaze raked over him – the lean muscle, the still-angry wounds from the rooftop fight, the hard, peaked nipples. He palmed Tel’s cock through the black pants, feeling the rigid heat, the dampness seeping through the fabric. “Saying stop,” Krauser murmured, his voice thick with dark amusement, “while your desperate little cunt is begging to be filled.” He squeezed, hard.
Tel arched off the cot with a ragged shout, eyes wide and wild. “Fuck you!” He twisted, trying to dislodge the hand, but Krauser’s metal grip on his hip was iron, holding him pinned, grinding him down onto the punishing hand.
Krauser leaned down, his breath hot on Tel’s ear again. “That’s the plan, Omega.” His free hand yanked at Tel’s belt, the buckle snapping open with a metallic clink. Buttons gave way under rough fingers. He shoved the black pants and briefs down past Tel’s hips in one brutal motion, exposing him. The humid air hit Tel’s slick-drenched folds, making him gasp. Krauser dragged a thick, calloused finger through the glistening wetness gathering there, spreading the lips. “Fuck, you’re dripping. So fucking ready.” He pushed one finger inside, knuckle-deep into the tight, clenching heat.
Tel cried out again, a sound ripped from deep within him. His body seized, thighs clamping around Krauser’s invading arm, not to push him away, but to pull him deeper. His head thrashed. “N-No… Krauser… please…” The plea was mangled, torn between terror and overwhelming desire.
“Please what?” Krauser growled, adding a second finger, stretching him roughly. He scissored them, the drag deliberate, brutal. Tel’s inner walls fluttered desperately around the intrusion. “Please fuck you? Please breed this tight little hole?” He curled his fingers, finding that spot deep inside that made Tel’s vision white out. Tel screamed, a raw, broken sound that echoed off the factory walls, his body convulsing, slick gushing over Krauser’s hand. Krauser watched him come undone, a cruel satisfaction tightening his features. “Yeah. That’s it. Take it. Take what you fucking need.”
He withdrew his fingers, slick gleaming in the dim light. Tel collapsed back onto the cot, trembling violently, chest heaving, eyes glazed. Krauser didn’t give him a second to recover. He unzipped his own fatigues, freeing his cock – thick, heavy, the head flushed dark and leaking. He spat into his palm, slicking himself roughly, his gaze never leaving Tel’s wrecked form. He grabbed Tel’s hips, hauling him to the very edge of the cot, legs hanging loosely. He positioned himself, the blunt head nudging against Tel’s soaked, trembling entrance.
Tel’s eyes snapped open, meeting Krauser’s. For a split second, pure, feral defiance flashed through the haze. His right hand blurred, the flesh warping and shifting with a sickening wet sound. Instinct screamed weapon. A glint of sharpened bone protruded from his knuckles. Krauser reacted instantly. His cybernetic fist slammed down like a piston, crushing Tel’s transforming hand against the cot frame with a sickening crunch of bone and wet tissue. Tel howled, agony ripping through him, the forming weapon dissolving back into mangled flesh.
“Still got fight?” Krauser snarled, his voice vibrating with fury and dark arousal. “Good.” He didn’t wait. He shoved forward, burying himself to the hilt in one brutal, tearing thrust. Tel’s scream choked off into a guttural, airless gasp. Krauser felt impossibly huge inside him, stretching him wide, filling the desperate, aching void the heat had carved out. He bottomed out, balls slapping against Tel’s ass, the sheer, brutal fullness stealing Tel’s breath. Krauser leaned over him, pinning the ruined hand with his mechanical forearm, his flesh hand gripping Tel’s throat again. “Mine,” he rasped against Tel’s lips. “Now take it.”
He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock almost all the way out, letting Tel feel every ridge, every vein. Then he slammed back in, hard. And again. And again. Each powerful thrust hammered Tel into the creaking wood, rattling the whole flimsy structure. Krauser fucked him with ruthless, driving force, no finesse, only brutal possession. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed the drumming rain. Tel’s body jolted with every impact. Pain and obscene, overwhelming pleasure warred within him, short-circuiting thought. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t fight, could only feel the relentless invasion, the thick cock pistoning into his depths, hitting that spot inside with bruising force again and again. Broken whimpers spilled from his lips, mingling with Krauser’s guttural grunts.
Krauser shifted his grip on Tel’s throat, forcing his head to the side, exposing the long column of his neck. Tel felt the hot, wet drag of Krauser’s tongue over his pulse point. Knew what was coming. Panic surged through the haze. “Don’t—!” he choked out.
“Shut up,” Krauser growled against his skin. And he bit down.
Not a love bite. A claiming bite. Fangs – real, sharp, Alpha fangs – sank deep into the tender flesh of Tel’s throat, piercing muscle and tendon. White-hot agony exploded through Tel, momentarily eclipsing the brutal fuck. Krauser held the bite, grinding his teeth deeper as he slammed into Tel’s body with renewed ferocity. He was marking him, binding him, flooding Tel’s system with potent Alpha pheromones that burned like acid in his veins. Tel’s scream was silent this time, his body seizing in a violent, involuntary climax that tore through him like shrapnel, his inner walls clamping down viscously on Krauser’s cock. Krauser roared into Tel’s neck, the vibrations intensifying the agony of the bite. He drove impossibly deep one last time and came, hot jets of cum pumping into Tel’s depths with pulsing force.
He held himself there, buried to the root, teeth locked deep in Tel’s neck, as the storm howled outside. Tel hung limply in his grasp, impaled, bleeding, shaking with aftershocks, the potent Alpha seed flooding his womb. Krauser finally released the bite with a wet, sucking sound, licking a long stripe up the freely bleeding wound. He pulled out slowly, his softening cock slick with Tel’s fluids and his own release. He looked down at the wreckage beneath him – the blood on the neck, the ruined hand, the vacant, shattered look in Tel’s normally defiant eyes.
"W-wait..." Telemachus said before Krauser could take it out. "P-please... stay like this... Please..." he begged, rubbing the bulge of his stomach. He nipped softly at Krauser's hand. "please...."
Krauser couldn't resist giving his Omega what he wanted. He nuzzled his lips onto the man's neck, licking and kissing everywhere. He needed scenting. Being a new Omega, he wouldn't be able to control his scent, so he would be frequently scented. No worries though. Now that Krauser had claimed him, he would be able to smell if Telemachus needed scenting. And breeding.
Telemachus moaned softly into Krauser's shoulder, nuzzling his neck as he was scented. "What are you...?"
Krauser merely chuckled. "Scentin' you, baby. Makin' sure everyone knows your mine."
Krauser's voice was a low rumble, his breath hot on Telemachus' neck. The younger man shivered, his body still sensitive from the brutal claiming. But the heat wasn't done with him yet. It raged on, a wild beast clawing at his insides, demanding more.
Telemachus turned his head, his eyes meeting Krauser's. There was no defiance left in them, only a raw, desperate need. "More," he rasped, his voice hoarse from screaming. "Need more."
Krauser growled, a sound of approval and hunger. He pushed off the cot, his cock slipping out of Telemachus with a wet sound.
Telemachus whined. 'no... come back, please...." he begged, his voice a desperate whimper. "Please, Krauser... I need you inside me again."
Krauser chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Telemachus' spine. "You're a greedy little thing, aren't you?" He leaned down, capturing Telemachus' lips in a brutal, claiming kiss. His tongue invaded Telemachus' mouth, tangling with his own, tasting the blood and sweat and desperation. Telemachus moaned into the kiss, his body arching up to meet Krauser's, his ruined hand reaching up to grip the Alpha's shoulder.
Krauser broke the kiss, his eyes burning into Telemachus' as he positioned himself between the younger man's legs. He grabbed Telemachus' hips, his metal hand digging into the soft flesh, and lifted him up, pulling him closer. Telemachus gasped, his legs wrapping around Krauser's waist, his ruined hand gripping the Alpha's shoulder for support.
Krauser's cock, slick with their combined fluids, nudged at Telemachus' entrance. The younger man hissed, his body tensing as the thick head pushed past the tight ring of muscle. Krauser paused, giving Telemachus a moment to adjust, his eyes never leaving the younger man's face.
"You okay?" he growled, his voice rough with concern and desire.
Telemachus nodded, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Y-yes," he managed to choke out. "Just... give me a second."
Krauser nodded, his grip on Telemachus' hips tightening slightly. He could feel the younger man's body trembling, his heart racing, his scent filling the air with a heady, intoxicating mix of fear, desire, and something else - something primal and raw. He leaned down, capturing Telemachus' lips in a soft, gentle kiss, his tongue sweeping into the younger man's mouth, tasting him, soothing him.
"Good boy," he murmured, his voice low and rough. He began to move, slowly at first, his hips pulling back before thrusting forward, filling Telemachus completely. The younger man moaned, his head falling back, his ruined hand gripping Krauser's shoulder for support. Krauser's pace increased, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. Telemachus' body responded, his hips meeting Krauser's thrusts, his ruined hand sliding down to grip the Alpha's ass, pulling him deeper.
Krauser growled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Telemachus' body.
He pulled back, his cock glistening with their combined juices, before slamming back in with a force that made the cot creak and groan. Telemachus cried out, the sound raw and primal, his ruined hand gripping the Alpha's shoulder for dear life. Krauser's pace was relentless, each thrust driving them both closer to the edge. The air was thick with their scent, a heady mix of sweat, sex, and the faint coppery tang of blood from the bite mark on Telemachus' neck.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Krauser grunted, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
His hips pistoned, driving his cock deep into Telemachus' tight, slick heat. The younger man's body gripped him like a vice, the inner walls clenching and unclenching, milking him with each thrust. Krauser's balls slapped against Telemachus' ass, the sound echoing in the small cabin, mingling with their ragged moans and the drumming rain.
Telemachus whimpered, his body arching to meet Krauser's, his ruined hand clawing at the Alpha's back. "More," he panted, his voice hoarse with need.