Rise

Barsad waited, trembling for the other and then it all started again. A flurry of fabric, a whirl of smells and Barsad nearly melted to the floor. A strong hand was in his hair, slamming his face into the bars of the door and he snarled, Omega he might be, in the middle of a desperate heat he might be, but dead to the world of pain he was not. Not entirely, when it came to his face being rammed into cold, unforgiving steel. He grunted and gritted his teeth when it happened again, fingers still twisted into his hair and he gripped the bars in front of him tight, moaning out to the whole pit as Bane’s fat dick slid into him, splitting him open around the slick slide and he felt him up to his teeth nearly, keening at the push in on its own. He pushed back at the hard snaps of his hips, harder and harder feeling something give and tear but it didn’t matter, it felt so good. It felt right, to have his Alpha tearing him up, fucking him open, wringing him dry and leaving him wet and spent and dripping and fluttering and open. He craved it. He responded in kind to the others noises, his own softer and higher pitched, encouraging noises to keep the Alpha going, to get him to never stop. A fleshy arms was pressed against his mouth and he parted his lips, pressing his teeth against it and then something remarkable happened.

They came to sit on the bed. Bane with his hot, sweaty back--muscles pressed against the cold, hard concrete wall. Barsad in his lap, swallowing up the knot of his hot, wet dick. Legs spread, Barsad's draped over. Anyone looking in would get an eyeful of ballsacks and assholes. It wasn't pretty. The light of the oil lamp flickered across the room and Bane took the opportunity to look over Barsad's shoulder to see where they joined. He could only see his own nuts rest heavy on the cot. Barsad's on top of his and his dick drooped over his hip. Bane took his thick hand and wrapped it around the length, tugged on it slowly, milked him and squeezed around the girth. More kisses to the Omega's throat. The whole pit was in an uproar tonight as most of the Omegas were coming onto their heats. When Omegas spent enough time around one another, it happened that way. They'd come on together. The Alphas would go into rut and the place was a fucking, literally, a fucking madhouse. There were moans and cries and screams. Some from pain, other's pleasure. Some rape and some welcomed. His was a special mix of them all. Bane kept tugging on Barsad's dick. His thumb hit under the little excess skin and he made him cum again, stimulating the gland. 

Please him. As if he needed instruction to do that. It was his every want and desire and whim at the moment to please the huffing and puffing Alpha on the other side of the curtain. He didn’t need to be told to do, he would do so because he needed to. The curtain was raised and there he was, and Barsad let out what would later be recounted as a shameful noise that was part desire and part joy. And he was just at the other man’s fingertips. He was pliant and let the other man move him, so he was pressed spine first to the bars and bent over, his head hanging low and needy as the other looked at him and touched him, his brain fogging over with the smell of the other. He simpered when something, hot and wet striped over his hole and sunk in and he clenched around it, trying to grab it and keep it close and inside of him. Hot lips trailed up his body and then he was being filled. Big and fat and full but the fucking bars were in the way. Right in the fucking way. He gave a little sound of frustation, even as the rhythm jolted his body and pleasure shot up his spine. He was let go and given and order and he nodded, instantly obeying even as he whined as the big Alpha left his body.

Bane could hear every single movement the other made in the cell over. He could smell them moving about. He could smell the resting Talia and the dormant Nadiya. He could smell Barsad, every single step of the way. Even as he paced, he knew where they each were. It was like heat vision there in the dark. He smelled Barsad at the cell door and made no effort to collect him. He knew his Omega would come. To be considerate, he lit the oil lamp so that the other could see and wouldn't feel ambushed. Let it never be said that Bane wasn't a caring creature. When he found room enough to be one. The larger man stood across the room, calculating his breaths. His chest heaved in and out as he practiced patience and calmness. His shroud protected his face so that he couldn't smell the heat on the other directly. If he could smell him so well before, still covered, then direct scenting would make him and his rut drunk with hormones. The Omega stepped closer and Bane's body flexed. His muscles tensed. He was in attack mode. Standing his ground, he let the other get nearer. It was the leaking hole that had him wrecked after that. Bane caught a whiff of his Omega's heat and it was all over. The shroud came off. The robes came off, all in a whirlwind of emotion and rage and rut. 

Everything was slipping in and out. He was aware when he was being sponged, aware again when he was in the bed and there was broth to his lips and he was talking softly to the woman, telling her his name. He was aware when she told him to rest and her comforting hand rubbed his chest and she sung to him. It was nice, all this care. It was comforting. It almost distracted him from the need sloshing around his stomach and making his skin burn, the ache deep inside him to be filled and fucked and bred. Almost a distracted him from. Because he could smell the Alpha with the claim on him. Smell him and his rut and his heat and his need and it just made Barsad ache and need more. It was torture, to lay here and know he was just on the other side of bars, an arms length away was the thing he wanted and needed the most right now. He could hear the Alpha growling and grumbling and groaning. He licked his lips  and didn’t flinch when the chair went flying or the dull thud of flesh meeting unyeilding hardness. No, it was all music to his ears. The Alpha needed and Barsad was the answer. But for some reason, they weren’t given to each other. When the Alpha came to the cell door, he struggled up onto his elbows and peered at the, watching them talk.

Time ticked by slowly for Barsad. Or did it go by quickly? He didn’t know. He had no concept of time. He just knew he hurt. He ached. He was hot and burning and the feeling was going to consume him like a fire and he would not rise from the ashes. He keened and whined, curled on his side as his insides continued to produce slick, as the Alpha’s continued to stalk and growl and pace outside his cell. When he would be back to normal, back to himself, there would be a new sense of loathing hatred for what he was. For this. And he knew it was only going to get worse. With Alpha’s around, in this confined little space, swinging in and out of ruts and Barsad not mated or bonded or given birth to anything yet, it was going to be hell. Pure hell. But that was something for him to worry about at a later date, when he had the pleasure of his full mind being able to supply him with images and thoughts of the similar. At the moment, his mind swam with one thought. Mate. Breed. Mate. Breed. He keened softly and rolled onto him back, panting and lost in his own heat.

Nadiya took care of Barsad for most of the evening. First, she sponged him down with a wet cloth to rid him of both Bane's scent and the sweat. She clothed him and put him in the bed. When he became mostly lucid, she fed him broth and water, forcing him to take little sips. Talia was doing her study work and playing with the doll Bane made her. Curious still, she'd lose concentration of her tasks and come watch her mother care for the fascinating stranger that Bane, her best friend, bestowed upon them. "Rest," Nadiya told him in Arabic. She rubbed his chest, hummed him lullabies she'd sing to Talia when she was having a fit during sleep. Bane, in just the other cell, was stewing. Brewing. Festering with Alpha rage. He was fully in rut and would destroy anything that crossed his path. He could smell two Omegas and the Beta next door. One in heat. One coming off. The other not even developed yet. He'd mate them all and destroy them all, he thought. He'd rip them apart, limb from limb and breed them. The girl wouldn't come out alive. He sat in his chair. Dwarfing it completely. In a rage to end other spells. His Omega was just next door and he couldn't get to him. 

Later, Barsad would be disgusted with himself entirely. He’d be lucky if he didn’t end up pitching himself off the highest piece of rock he could find, head first. But now, now this was exactly what he wanted. Needed. No matter how much he fought the fact. He pliant submissive, movable and begging for the other without words. He was moved to the cot, pressed face down and his ass up and he felt slickness dribbled from inside of him, slicking them both up more as his dick dribbled onto the fabric below. He was a total mess from the waist down. His hands pinned down and his brain was starting to clog with the smell of the big Alpha mixing with his own, the smell of them mating and he keened and mewled with it. He felt the other grow bigger and longer and thicker and harder and he pushed back, claiming the extra inches for himself greedily, grunting and pushing back hard, feeling it fill him all he way up. His free hands were used to gain leverage against the cot, but it was useless as the big palm wrapped around his throat and pulled him up, arching his spine, exposing his throat, changing the angle of the huge piece of meat fucking his insides. He gasped as the fingers wrapped around his windpipe and squeezed, squirming as the fat inches and breaths escaped him, crying out as they were were slammed back in in one swift thrust into him and he came with a wail, gushing over the dick inside of him and shooting over the cot. The action was repeated again, his body twitching and thrashing as they were sent crashing forward and he offered himself up still to the other. More, more, always more. And the Alpha didn’t stop. His Omega brain went wild with pleasure, loosing himself to his own animal instinct.

Talia was entirely too demanding of Bane this evening. She heard the noises, even peeked out of her door when Bane was really giving it to him before her mother shooed her back to bed. "Why were you biting him?" she asked in her native Arabic tongue. She was sitting in his lap and playing with his shroud. "I saw your butt. It jiggled when you were holding him into the wall." And she giggled. Her mother lifted the curtain and scolded her. It was rude to speak about mating with others and bringing up such topics could spark Bane into another frenzy as he was still in rut. Who knows what he was capable of. He grunted and changed the subject completely. "Did you want your story tonight or are you going to inquire about my scars? The moon, maybe? Or what about an ant's exoskeleton?" He snapped and she shrunk. Nadiya kept the curtain up to keep an eye on them, not that she'd be able to do a single thing. Bane softened and apologized to them both. 

Barsad swallowed hard as the others hand came out and forward from his sleeve. A waft of Alpha rut washed over him and he wanted so badly and he was so very pissed off about it. Fucking biology. He tried to get his hand back, tugging to get his hand delivered back to him and he blinked, realising the other was speaking. He just nodded and frowned and snarled softly as the other let go and turned to walk away, and leave him to suffer through his heat he assumed. He heard the door shut and his eyes fluttered shut for a moment, and what a silly moment it was. The other wasn’t gone, Bane had not left. He was still present in his cell. The hand on the back of his neck was nearly a comfort. Nearly a balm. At this point in time all the rutting Alpha had to do was push him down into the bed and he probably would have gone. But instead his head was smashed into the stone wall and his vision swam a little more and he was being pushed into the wall and his pants were being shoved down and he thrashed. He had not given it up so far. Not like this, not ever. He whined and snarled and pushed back, fighting not just Bane, but himself. His body was wanting to relax. To be pliant. To surrender and be good and please the Alpha spreading his cheeks apart. But the little part of his concious mind that was left was not coping well.

Bane wasn't looking for a Mate, no. He was looking for release and the way Deadshot didn't struggle, opposing his initial response, had Bane relaxing and enjoying himself more. He didn't like the struggle when all he wanted was to get his dick wet and work through phase one of his rut. Somehow, he managed to get Deadshot on the bed. Face down, ass up, hands pinned down at his sides because Bane still didn't trust him. He saw the way the man's hands worked, saw how fast his reflexes were, how strong he was. The older man wasn't taking any chances. His shroud came down somewhere between laying the Omega on the cot and feeding the final few inches of his fat meat inside his tight hole. The smells that came permeating out from where they joined clouded Bane's thinking. He might as well have become an animal. Testosterone filled his veins and his cock grew impossibly thicker, longer, harder and he grew needier, angrier, more aggressive. Deadshot's hands were released and Bane wrapped a large palm around the man's throat, pulling him back so that there was a lovely bow in his spine. Bane's fingers dug deep into the man's soft trachea, around the windpipe and he squeezed as he held the Omega close to his larger, muscular chest. He choked the air out of Deadshot's lungs. Held him there so that he couldn't breathe and dragged nearly ever hot, fat inch out of his ass just to slam them back in and jolt the body in his arms. Again, he did it, sending them forward. The cot crashed against the wall and the other prisoners went wild. Pain was a perversion down here. 

Friend. Comrade. Brother. They were just words. Just names. He had been called brother by a man who turned around in the next breath and tried to rip his throat out. They meant nothing to him. He waited while Bane sighed and glanced over his shoulder like a small child being forced to apologise by his mother. And then he realised. It wasn’t Bane coming to him, it was Bane’s handler. Interesting. He gave a nod as the other pointed at the seat, and it was ridiculous for the big man to be sitting on the chair, it was comical the size difference. He gave a small smile and canted his head to the side. “As long as you don’t sniff around my tail, I’ll have no reason to,” But he did incline his head again to the other man, confirming he knew what the other said to be true. One last look back at mother and Barsad couldn’t help but smirk despite the light sweat breaking out over his skin. Fuck. Being around the Alpha was obviously speeding up the rate it was setting in. Or was he just due? Fucked if he knew. He gave himself a shake and refocused his mind and that was better. And this was much more interesting than his heat. A trade. Food, water. In exchange for his word and his skills? Barsad had never been so lucky in his entire life. He watched the other man wiggle and shift and his scent must have been getting to him. He could smell the other a little stronger, and he would never admit just how interesting it was, how interested he was in what he could smell. He gave a small licked of his lips and looked back at the cell the other kept looking at. Someone in need of protecting the King himself because of his powerful nature. Never had being an Omega given him such an advantage before.

He could hear Deadshot double back over his words and prompt Bane to forget what he was blabbering about, and perhaps on a different day, perhaps four day's time from now, he'd be curious and ask more, press more on the subject but as it were with their pheromones and his rut verses Deadshot's heat, he couldn't be fucked to focus or care on anything else right now. His task was done. He shook the man's hand and in doing so, set himself up for defeat. His arm came out of his robes and with it, the strong Alpha rut that was quickening the longer he was in the heated Omega's presence. Scents went spilling out all over the place. The nearest Omegas groaned and hollared as his smell went traveling. He knew the other Alphas could smell Deadshot too. Electric pulses went tickling down his arm, settled in his shoulders and dripped down to his prick that was filling out, thickening more, hardening and he shifted uncomfortably where he stood. Everything up until now had been so beautifully set up, he hardly could believe it. "I'll get you your things. I'm taking your word. And if you betray me, I'll rip out your throat." He said it so calmly, so vividly, like he's done it before. Bane's fist tightened around Deadshot's wrist. He didn't tug, he didn't twist or snap, just tightened his hold and continued to stand there for another minute before turning to the cell entrance. It was in quick bursts that he shut the cell door instead of leaving and with his hand on the back of Deadshot's neck, he squeezed, possessively and smashed his head against the rock wall, stunning him and stunning him only. 

Barsad had been fighting his whole life against it. This was like the whole of his life and his experiences, compressed into one, never ending, in your face run through. Over and over again. Perhaps he was stupid to mutilate the Alpha. Perhaps he had made things worse for himself by not submitting. But he had never submitted. He had never relented. He had never bowed because it was easier. He had that and his pride down here and that was it. He sucked his teeth and continued to lay there, staring up. He would have to figure something out. He needed to get his hands on food and water, first and foremost. Next was surpressants. Next was luxuries like cigarettes and perhaps booze. But the booze was probably a terrible idea, the last thing he needed was to wake up with a screaming hang over and someone fucking his ass. No thank you. He watched the other as he put things away and then there was a final moment of eye contact and the curtain went down. Of course the Alpha’s had what he needed, if that wasn’t typical of his entire life, he didn’t know what was. There was nothing any of them would be interested in down here, from him, other than his ass. He was just going to have to wait for the next drop and ensure he grabbed enough of everything and scared enough of the other prisoners off in doing so. That’s all these was to it. He was used to living on gaurd and on alert, why should this be any different?

Bane glared at him with his silvery eyes when the word 'friend' was used so generously. A word that Bane had taken to heart so long ago when he was used like a napkin. Only one man saw him for something more and that was when Bane learned the meaning of the word. So how dare he think to use it in this setting? He sighed, glanced behind him and longingly, looked at Nadiya's cell. It was a reminder of why he was over here, and why he was doing this. Because his true friend had asked him to. Bane turned back, focusing on Deadshot again and he sighed through his shroud. "I'm here with purpose," he started, speaking in the language Deadshot addressed him in. Bane pointed to an empty chair before sitting. His figure dwarfed the seat under him. "I know what you've done to the curious Alphas. I'm not a stupid man. And I don't think you to be one either. So you know that if you try that with me, I'll break you into a thousand little pieces and leave you for those wolves to devour, yes?" He glanced to Nadiya's cell, one final pep talk in his mind. 

Barsad had been lowered into the Pit and remained very elusive. He was a bit of an anomaly. He was in his twenties, unbonded and had a penchant for happily disobeying Alpha’s left right and centre. He didn’t need an Alpha to protect him or provide for him or anything. He could look after himself, thank you so much. He had warded off the others in the pit, the interested Alpha’s in particular when one had tried to stake a claim over him and he had broken the man’s arm in six places and shattered his nose. The Alpha’s stopped sniffing around so enthusiastically after that. A few more were dropped in after him, and he did feel a little pity for them, but for the most part they were Alpha’s and he didn’t give them much thought. He was hunkered into his cell, smoking the last of cigarettes (he’d have to come up with something to trade with for more) and watching the sun move across the sky. He kept an eye on everyone and anyone he could, recognising patterns, figuring out alliances, watching and taking everything in. Waiting. He did enjoy anarchy a little bit and for a place of punishment and out of the way, it was very ordered.

He had absolutely no interest in mating. Bane saw the aftermath of the Alpha with the crushed arm and any Omega willing to put himself into that lighting had no place in Bane's interests. It was too hard to mount an Omega like that. Feral and stupid. It wasn't worth the risk when there were so many unclaimed Omegas, dying to get an Alpha to mate them. A pain of guilt went to his heart when he realized what life will be like for Deadshot though. Constantly fighting and when he let his guard down, even just a little, he'd be taken advantage of, fucked and probably killed by the time his heat was over. Every Alpha loved a challenge and when the reward was so promising, it was hard not to answer that call. Yes, even for Bane. But the King of the Pit--or so he's been called, had remarkable self control. 

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) ─ Bane (Tom Hardy)