Oh my gosh, I LOVE LOVE LOVE your recent omega verse post about Ilya calling Shane mid-rut bc wow-- I love Ilya calling Shane because even while in that state, he knows that's as close as he can get to him. But what if during Ilya's rut (post-tuna melt), he calls Shane. he's delirious and will not remember the call, but he's begging for his omega back, asking what he did wrong? Crying for Shane back because he misses him and doesn't know why his omega rejected him.
Hi wait no Iām going to throw up actually. This made my tummy HURt.
Oh my GOD. I die I die I die. Post tuna melt rut hits Ilya like a fucking bus, heās miserable and angry and watching his omega be shown off by another alpha, a gorgeous pretty perfect alpha but Ilya knows- with certainty that shane Hollander who fits so perfect on his knot- he canāt be satisfied with her, canāt be. He hates it and he doesnāt let himself be sad not really so heās usually just grouchy and bitchy and exhausted. The hurt all pushed down down down.
He feels his rut coming on and heās so desperately angry, the hormones make it worse. Heās going on long runs, spending hours in the gym being semi deranged on the ice. He wants to fight and he gets them, knows how to provoke them out of other players, gets a split lip and black eye and busted knuckles from the punches he threw but it doesnāt settle it down, the rage.
He goes into rut and the rage melts away, as he goes into the second day of it. He just feels desperately cold and sad, alone. He refuses to be in the bed he was last in with Shane, and locks himself away in a guest room, survives on a couple bottles of water and protein drinks heād had the thought to toss on the nightstand before the worst of it hit. He gets lost in the waves of desperation, despite the cold stone his heart is and heās completely out of his mind- peak of his rut when his hand finds his phone and he calls Shane. Heās pushing his knot into the stupid handheld toy made of silicone, that smells nothing like Shane, his ocean salt sweet smell.
It aches and it isnāt warm, it isnāt the heat of Shane, the snark of Shane. It isnāt his omega. And his chest aches, hazy mind yearns, his omega, his omega could fix this, his omega could make it feel better, his omega always took his knot so nice, it would every better when Ilya was in rut, theyād stay stuck together longer that way, Ilya could breed him that way. Ilya growls and heās not even cognisant of his phone shoved by his face on the pillow, the way his phone rings out to Jane, clicks through to voicemail. All the alpha registers is the sound of Shaneās voice (his voicemail box message) and his chest fucking caves in.
He whines, whines, whines, desperate needy sounds, and his breath catches and hitches as heās begging, words a mix of Russian and English.
The fucks of his hips are short, angry, frustrated into the toy, his fist around it tight, tight. Itās not enough.
āWhy, why omega. Pleaseā he pants.
āWhatever I did, Iām sorry- Iāll be betterā
āPlease. Iāll be- Iāll be good Iāll be a good alpha. Please puppyā heās still whining, itās rattling in his chest and lets out another desperate noise, body trembling. If heās good if heās good his omega will come back his omega will need his knot, heāll knot him so well.
āI. I need, need to be inside you. Knot you. My puppy please please come back and Iāll give you it Iāll give you my knot just stay. Stay this time and alpha will look after youā he sounds possessed, voice shaky and horrible, half sobbing and heās still just whining as he cums, purely from biological need. It doesnāt feel like release. Heās mumbling sorry into the pillow as he comes down, head pounding and he drags a pillow to his chest, shoves his face into it and lets out a small sob as he spins down, pumping cum into stupid plastic as he aches for his omega.
The voicemail cuts off eventually, Ilya still whining that heartbreaking call for Shane. Shane shuts off his phone after he listens to it. Runs for so long on the treadmill he throws up after, shaking with exertion, loud music blasting in his headphones like he can wash Ilyaās desperate sounds away. Like itāll stop the ache in his bones that he canāt go to him.
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