#mating bite

It goes to his head.

Hanzo has become nice and still for the most part, though his body is all but vibrating with excitement. Cole wouldn’t be able to tell if that is normal for an Omega or if that is pure Alpha fighting against the need to chase him away. He’s never bitten anybody before. It feels exciting and a bit embarrassing. Like he’s a teen all over again.

He grinds his cock deeper into Hanzo though he couldn’t say whether the move is trying to distract his little bitch or himself. In any case he pulls back for a second, breathing through the feeling of Hanzo clenching around the very tender space where his knot has grown a couple times now.

God, he hates and loves ruts in equal measures… they’re exhausting but they feel insane. He puts his teeth back against Hanzo’s neck after a moment of just calming himself the fuck down. It hasn’t helped; within moments he’s just as excited again as he had been before.

Hanzo reaches back once more, grabbing him by the hair. It’s a mean little move that is absolutely on par with Hanzo himself. He keeps Cole’s head down, growling as he tells him: “Bite me, Alpha!”

Cole groans against his skin. It’s already getting slick from his tongue obsessively dragging against Hanzo’s pulse point. He keeps teasing the both of them by just slightly pushing the edges of his teeth against his skin. His slowly humping hips have moved into the background; just one more little thing that is stoking the flames as he is all but bullied by his little slut to finally bite down.

Cassidy hesitates. His brain tries to come up with reasons as to why they shouldn’t do this – why he shouldn’t do this. But in the end it only gives him a feedback loop about how insane Hanzo smells, how good his pulse tastes, and how crazy he could get if he didn’t get exactly what he wanted.

Just should give Omegas what they want when they’re in a mood. He’s got no idea whose voice that is, drawling in the back of his head. His pop’s? It’s been literal decades since he thought about him. It still is enough to make him grab the play collar and unbuckle it so it wouldn’t get in the way of anything.

Part of him wants to ask Hanzo whether he is sure but he’s reasonably certain that Hanzo would somehow manage to kick him in the fucking balls if he didn’t get a move on.

His neck looks fucking fantastic; all naked and vulnerable and perfect just for Cole-

Hanzo rips on his hair again, growling all Alpha like in annoyed frustration. It all happens quick and smooth… Cole doesn’t think about opening his mouth and biting down on the crook of Hanzo’s neck.

Beneath him, Hanzo spasms as if trying to push up against him and buck him off of his back. He doubles down on him without thinking, his brain trying to compute the fact that he is biting Hanzo as well as fucking him within an inch of his life. His hips have sped up, slapping down against Hanzo’s plump ass with punishing speed, cock feeling raw as it slides through the Alpha’s desperately clenching passage.

Hanzo keeps pushing against him still. A growl is filling the air that Cole is a bit shocked to realize is his own. He doesn’t growl usually… but it seems that that changes when his sweet little bitch is starting to fuss once he bites him good.

And oh, how good he’s biting Hanzo; it takes only seconds until the thick flavor of blood bursts over his tongue. Hanzo’s hole clenches on him so hard that it makes stars dance in front of his eyes while he tries to remain nice and calm and not start ripping into his partner.

That could get nasty really quick, after all.

Blood is soaking into the sheets. Hanzo is breathing heavy and wet but the heat radiating off his body and the trembling of his guts around Cole’s cock let him know that he’s not in immediate danger of anything.

Would be pretty damn embarrassing if he had to call for Angie because he gave in and gave Hanzo a bite, after all…

He’s drooling like a dog, something in his hindbrain triggering the response to the thick taste of Hanzo’s blood flooding his mouth. It washes it out, oozing into the nasty wound he has put into the crook of his neck. Something something about making sure it’ll scar nice and quick in a few days… he can barely remember the biology lessons he went through once upon a time.

They feel a million years away now.

He’s knotting Hanzo again. Eyes rolling into his head, he grunts low with every thick pulse of cum pushing from his dick. Hanzo has become nice and still while he growled. Now he just moans softly, clamping down on Cole’s knot as he comes in turn.

It is all surprisingly slow and intense after the desperate mating from before. Maybe it’s because they’re nearing the end of their cycles… or maybe it is because of the bite. He couldn’t say, but it seems right. There’s a lethargy starting to permeate his bones that he’s never felt before in that way.

He can’t go to sleep, though. He’ll have to tend to Hanzo’s wounds as soon as his knot goes down enough for him to pull out… though that’ll be a while yet, he thinks. So instead of going to sleep he slowly pulls his teeth from Hanzo’s neck and begins to lick the wound.

Already it is just sluggishly bleeding, curtesy of the thick Alpha saliva that had suddenly come pouring. It’s pure animal instinct to clean him up like that but Hanzo seems to feel the same need because he cocks his head to the side to let him get at everything without complaint.

In all honesty, Hanzo is as sweet right now as he hasn’t been during the whole mating process. He might be needy and horny and just gagging for dick… but he’s still a mean little bitch during most of it, elbowing Cole into the positions that he wants him in and baring his teeth when he’s being denied whatever he’s hankering for…

Right now his eyes are only half lidded and he looks downright dreamy while Cole licks his bite wound until it completely stops bleeding. He has to admit that the ring of teeth is looking absolutely perfect; it’ll heal over into a really nice scar, he’s sure.

He only needs to push through this lethargy right now…

Pre knew he could get his new consorts a few days to get settled before the Council harassed him about mating them. A week at most, and that would be pushing it. They wanted their Mand'alor's mates bonded and quickly heavy with children. They were still upset that Jango hadn't given him any. The week had passed, quicker than Pre would have liked. Anakin and Rex were far from settled, though.

He only gathered his most trusted advisors and companions to witness the bite, and knocked at Jango's door. He didn't wait for him to open, but talked through it. 

"It's Pre. I'm bonding with Anakin and Rex in a few minutes, in the green room. If you want to be there for them." He turned on his heels, and made his way to said room. Both omegas were seated on stools, clinging onto each other's hands. Ka'ra, but they smelled terrified. It churned his stomach. His friends were there, grim-faced and serious. They had medical supplies ready, and the True Mandalorian medic Jango saw. They let go of each other's hands when he entered the room, and it didn't take long for Jango to arrive. He had a thunderous expression, his scent letting know just how much he hated the situation, and he glared at Pre before going to the two omegas and scenting them, trying to soothe them. "Can I use the Force to dampen Rex's pain, Mand'alor?", Anakin asked, bowing his head respectfully - fearfully, Pre's mind supplied. "Of course", he replied, relieved that they had a way to lessen the pain. He still remembered how awful it had been with Jango. It haunted him. Anakin moved, kneeling in front of Rex, and took his hands on his, squeezing tightly. Pre moved, stepping behind the clone, and gently tilted his head aside, baring his scent gland. Fear pulsed in the air, thick and cloying, and Pre gently nuzzled him, scenting him in an attempt to soothe. He licked at the spot he would bite, and didn't give himself time to think about it anymore. No, he bit down, sinking his fangs into muscle and down to the gland, piercing it. Rex's whole body locked up, seizing, but he didn't wail nor thrashed, Anakin holding him firmly. The pain in Rex's scent was far more muted than Jango's had been, which told Pre whatever Anakin was doing worked. He lapped at the bloody bite, instinctively trying to soothe it, and Rex let out a pained whine. The taste of blood on his lips and tongue was nauseating, but he pushed it down and wiped his mouth, stepping away to let the medic work. Rex got a painkiller shot, and another to avoid infection - it was rare, but it could happen- before thoroughly cleaning, disinfecting and bandaging the wound. Rex's eyes were drooping from the painkiller already, strong stuff - he wasn't repeating the mistakes he'd made with Jango. Two of Pre's most trusted verde, omegas themselves - though the beskar'gam hid that - took Rex, bringing him back to his bedroom to sleep off the drugs.

Anakin was left there, still kneeling on the ground, trembling slightly, though he controlled himself enough to not let fear into his scent. Jango nudged him and he sat up, onto the stool. The older omega scented him thoroughly, crouching by his side and baring his own neck in an attempt to comfort him. Anakin took deep breaths there, and glanced at the medic. "Don't bother with the painkillers", he said, sounding strained. "That doesn't work nearly long enough on Force-users. I can take it." Jango frowned, clearly unhappy, but held him tight. That left a sour taste in Pre's mouth, however. "And the Force? You can't do what you did for Rex?" Anakin bit his lips. "It requires a lot of focus. If it's as painful as Jango said it would be, I won't be able to focus enough." Pre's blood ran cold at the thought. Ka'ra, but he was torturing his mates. For a second, he thought he really would sick up. "I'm sorry", he whispered when he stepped close, for Anakin's ears only - and maybe Jango, given how close he was. Anakin used a clip to pin his hair aside, baring his neck submissively. Pre wanted to mouth and nip at the exposed skin, lave it with his tongue and suck it until his pretty omega was screaming in pleasure. Anakin wouldn't want that, though. So he settled for a gentle nudge, a lick, and Jango's scent bathing him. It would have to do. He curled his lips, exposing his fangs, and bit down hard, holding on as Anakin screamed and thrashed, pinning him down so he didn't tear himself further on his teeth. Pain shot through his mild scent - Pre was about sure him and Rex were on suppressants, their scents far too mild for fertile omegas in their prime - settling bitterly on his tongue, burning his nose. He held on until the scream tapered off into heavy sobs, the young omega close to passing out from the pain. Slowly, he let go, and Jango growled at him, making his skin crawl. He drew back, letting his consort lick at the bite in his stead,  holding Anakin tight as he all but crumbled. Pre burst out of the room, and still nearly didn't make it to a fresher before sicking up. He breathed through it, but he could still taste blood and pain and fear, and he felt like it would never come off his skin. A burning shower that left his skin raw barely dampened the impression, and it was all he could do to go back to his room and crawl into the den he'd made for himself in what was supposed to be a walk-in closet. There, he curled up, muffling his whimpers in blankets bathed with his own scent. It wasn't as comfortable as an omega's nest, but no alpha den was when they didn't let their omegas in. It would have to do. He clutched the soft, threaded blanket to his chest - the one that once belonged to his mother, but her scent had been gone from it years ago. He could only hope they would forgive him. He certainly couldn't.