#makandrei

Happy Mermay!!

I'm having thoughts about omegaverse and how those animalistic dynamics would maybe sometimes show themselves even outside sexual dynamics.

Especially with Makanolan.

Makarov and Nolan going on a little retreat, somewhere cold, somewhere isolated, where they know they will find good game. They want a break, a moment to gather themselves, be together, test themselves as well, especially if they happen to be recently bonded. They do not bring food, they will have to fend for themselves. It's almost a game, Makarov wants to see how Nolan does, he wants to see him hunt with him, for him.

The moment the hunt starts, the moment they see that lonesome deer, they know that the hunt is on, and something switches inside their brains.

They move in the snow, carefully, a steady pace as they flank the animal, knives in hands, eye on the other as they approach it. They are slow, meticulous, they can feel the adrenaline pumping in their veins, and Nolan can see, even from a distance, the animalistic hunger in Makarov's eyes.

When the creature realizes that it's surrounded, it is too late, and Nolan plunges his knife into its neck, killing it swiftly as bright red blood stains the snow. He breathes hard, the adrenaline making his hand tremble, the satisfaction of a good kill spreading through him like the bliss of an orgasm. And then he smells it, the iron scent of fresh blood and meat, and his body demands it, craves it.

And so Nolan takes out his knife from the animal's neck and goes to bring it to his lips, only to be tackled to the ground by a feral looking Makarov. Nolan's fall is cushioned by the snow, but he knows Makarov would not have been any gentler had the ground been concrete. The omega looks at him so sternly with his dark eyes, snarling as he pins the alpha down. Of course, the dominant requires the first bite.

Nolan submits wholeheartedly, offering his neck to the hungry omega, spreading his legs under him as a sign of submission. Makarov scents him, briefly, his hot breath almost unbearable against the cold skin of his neck, before retreating. Nolan doesn't move, still, very much aware that he didn't get his dominant omega's approval yet.

When Makarov comes back to him with fresh blood spread around his lips, and a piece of hot, fresh meet in his teeth, Nolan knows what to do. He opens his mouth, awaiting the gift. They both tear into the flesh, each grabbing a piece and chewing it, the taste of it so delicious on their tongue, like the sweetest reward for two hunters in their prime. He swallows it, licking the blood off of his lips, until Makarov offers him his, a firm and dominant kiss joining them for a moment.

Word count: 1k

Relationships: Andrei/Vladimir, Makarov/Nolan, Makanolan

Tags: Established Relationship, slight hurt/comfort, possessive behaviour, falling asleep

Part of a project that has a tiny explanation here. Keep reading under the cut!!

AN: A gift for the wonderful @panchulien Happy valentines day Oliv!!! Its been so cool to see you get more and more brave to share your stuff on here you're really good, i love reading your writing and your tags on things??? That pure joy and excitement is so wholesome it always makes me smile. You're so sweet and so kind, its always a joy to see you around <33 This was my attempt at these two, i dont know that much about them yet but i couldnt help myself, i had to try for this so hopefully you like it aaaaaa <33

The mission had been a success, though the world would not see it that way. The air reeked of smoke and metal, the kind of stench that clung to skin, to cloth, to memory. But here, in the dimly lit confines of the safehouse, the world did not exist. Only him.

Makarov sat slumped in the chair, exhaustion creeping in at the edges. He did not yield to it, of course. He never did. Even with sweat and blood drying on his skin, even with the weight of a battlefield's worth of chaos pressing upon him, he did not allow himself to falter.

But Nolan saw it.

He was the only one permitted to. The only one allowed to witness the moment Makarov’s shoulders dropped, the mask of ruthless ambition cracking, if only in the quiet solitude they carved out for themselves.

“Stay still.” Nolan’s voice was softer than usual, but there was no mistaking the command laced within it. He crouched beside Makarov, cloth in hand, dabbing at the cut along his jaw. It was shallow—hardly a concern—but Nolan cared anyway.

Makarov and Andrei.

First of all, let's get the fucking fact that Andrei is fucking AUSTRALIAN and nowhere near russian and ends up joining a fucking RUSSIAN terrorist group out of the way first cause it's way too fucking funny.

And secondly, Andrei wishing for any scraps of attention from Makarov. Because he might be a damn good loyal dog, but even dogs need attention from their owners sometimes you know.

Mornings spent alone in bed because Makarov stayed long enough for his musk to linger, but never long enough for it to stick permanently.

The one time Andrei does wake up in Makarov's room (a silent invitation for him to stay, a little test to try the waters), he instinctively gets up and walks back into the common bathroom, making sure to get rid of any evidence of his stay.

He spends the morning tactfully applying concealer to the scars that mark his neck, passing by his commander as though nothing happened between them.

Business as usual.

It takes at least 5 parties (where alcohol was involved) and several 'meetings' later for both of them to finally realise what they wanted.

A business transaction, with the added benefits of a trusted companion (and weapon), and for Andrei, a glimpse of the life that might have been.

They both stay quiet about it, only meeting each other under the guise of a meeting, or when Makarov deems Andrei's behaviour unsatisfactory. Maybe tells him to not disobey orders so much as the man pathetically grinds against his shoe.