Horrifying Regalia (M)

Warning: Mentions and non-graphic description of R-pe. Proceed with Caution.

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"Yeah, yeah," Felix threw a lazy wave at him from over his shoulder and walked out of the cafeteria.

As soon as the omega made it out of the crowded place, he let out a sigh of relief. Pressing his hand on his chest, he took a deep breath and muttered to himself.

"I really need to take another inhibitor, don't I?" Tracing his fingers on the patch on his scent gland, Felix quickened his steps towards the washroom for Omegas.

With each passing second, the patch was losing its effectiveness and before he knew it, he had started emitting the alluring fragrance of vanilla with an undertone of lavender.

Felix felt the back of his neck heat up as he broke into a sprint, sweat covered his back as he desperately prayed for no one to be around.

No, no, no. He bit his lips, running towards the bathroom as fast as he could. His only relief as soon as he made it in was that there was no one around.

Why did his heat have to come so suddenly, feeling his eyes water, the omega took a deep breath in an effort to calm down as he splashed some water on his face while standing in front of the mirror.

Heaving dryly, he bowed his head, face flushed and eyes glazed, he looked ready to pass out at any moment. His entire body shook as a familiar yet unpleasant pulse of heat coursed through his veins, his senses became dull, covered by the hazy veil of heat that was starting to cloud his mind and take over his body.

He was going to take the inhibitor, but his hands wouldn't stop shaking. His knees felt weak, so much so that he barely stopped himself from toppling to the ground.

Intermittent sob leaked through his lips as he bit down on the flesh and tried to regulate his breathing.

It was useless. His heat had come crashing down without warning and in full force. It hurt.

In the haze of the moment, the omega failed to realise that someone else had entered the washroom that was meant only for omegas.

Felix let out a whimper, eyes flushing red as he shivered. The inhibitor shot in his hand slipped and fell, making him groan as he bent down to pick it up.

As he held the inhibitor with shaking hands, the omega saw a shadow loom over him, making his heart lurch as he shot up, eyes wide in horror once he realised what was going on.

An alpha. An alpha was standing, right in front of him, eyes bloodshot and expression completely feral.

Fear struck the omega as a scream left his throa—

—A much larger harsh hand slapped over his mouth, cutting his voice short.

The larger man stepped forward, pressing the omega's smaller — in comparison — body to the wall behind him.

The strength in his hands increased as Felix felt his body react to the touch. Without his consent.

The omega, feeling weak all over, tried to push the man away. "Get out," he hissed in a shaking voice. More pheromones spilled out of his glands, with a hint of fear and distress in it. "Get out—!"

The alpha's hand slipped to his throat, squeezing threateningly as he leaned forward, letting out a low, animalistic growl.

Felix tried to get away, to run away. Only to be pulled back and pressed against the wall once more. Then, he was touched, all over.

A whimper left his lips, a pleasant followed. "Stop, stop. I said fucking sto—"

A harsh knee pushed between his legs, a bite to his neck came next. The Omega still, abruptly losing his voice.

"Get out," he said, voice thick. His answer was a growl. "Get out. Let me go, let me go."

Without a warning, the hands touching all over his body seized his wrist and pinned them on top of his head. Another bite. Much harsher, a clear warning. And then a placating lick.

"Stop," involuntarily, the omega let out a sob, tears fell down his face as his entire body softened. And the disgust in his heart worsened. "Let me go!" He screamed, feeling the hands rip off his vest, he tried to free his hands, tried to scratch to bite.

It was all of naught.

The alpha was stronger. Much, much stronger. A beast, a monster to whom his words fell deaf ear.

The hand inside his trousers squeezed in warning, an abrupt intrusion into his body made Felix jolt, a cry ripped out of his throat as a bite followed.

The next second, the world spun. By the time he came to his senses, the omega found himself on the cold hard floor of the washroom, trapped under the body of the alpha.

A hand pressed on his lips, silencing his scream as he was entered. A harsh, brutal intrusion to his unprepared body, blazing hot.

It was a fire of disgust, of nausea that burned his soul, the mark of his shredded dignity branded without a care.

The alpha thrusted into him, hips snapping forward without a care of the delicate body under him. He only knew to take. To take and take and take.

Until nothing remained of the one he took from. Until nothing but whimper and dying protest remained in his lips, until tears baptised the floor tainted with his warm blood.

Until his body ached. Until his cries dissolved into pained screams, until his nails pierced through his skin, until they drew blood and broke.

Until the sickening crunch of breaking fingers echoed in a deadly symphony, harmonised with the rapid thrusts and grunts.

Until the desperate symphony of his struggle and the beast's pleasure was nothing of harmony.

Until then, the misery continued, dancing in the embrace of his desperation, helmed by the numb coldness in his mind and body, aided by the burning desire in his heart.

—The desire to be gone. To be dead. To die. To end it all.