Neteyam (20 yrs old) is kidnapped by the Olo'eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in...
Warnings: stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, sexual tension, corporal punishment, spanking, male x male, omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mentions of explicit smut, orgasm denial (18+ ONLY!)
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A small whimper escaped Neteyam's lips as Tsahik continued to dab the ointment along the cut. The constant digging and disinfecting to get the dirt out was tedious and aggravating for the omega. He figured however it would have been more manageable were it not for the heavy gaze that pierced through him during the process. Set on his haunches, Kxolo watched with a persistent intensity that had Neteyam shifting away from the gaze at every chance available.
"You must hold still." Tsahik hissed with growing impatience. There were very few words exchanged between the three in the tent, just enough to find out that their current Tsahik was Kxolo's distant cousin. Neteyam yearned to ask her questions about him, perhaps get her to divulge useful information, but it was impossible with the brooding alpha staring him down as if he would sprout wings and fly away at any second.
Hot stinging pain shot the boy from his seated position, away from the mysterious liquid being poured onto his cut. The woman's lips turned into an indignant frown as he scooted to the other side of the tent. One glance between the Tsahik and Olo'eyktan had him regretting the decision immediately.
There was no time to make an escape before Kxolo was grasping him by the ankle and pulling him back across the tent. Neteyam was manhandled and secured in the Olo'eyktan's lap with a strength he resented. Kxolo was gentle but firm as he forced the boy's arms behind his back, opening him up for further treatment. Neteyam attempted to squirm out and exclaim the lack of need for such restraints but the objections were ignored.
"How bad is it?" The alpha's deep voice cut through the expressed whimpers and hisses coming from Neteyam as the woman continued to dress the injury.
"It is minor, Olo'eyktan. However, it would have been in a better state if someone had not rolled around on the forest floor. We are lucky it is not already infected." Neteyam's anger heated to a simmer at the woman's reprimanding. She treated his escape attempt the same as a child wanting to play in the mud.
Kxolo ran small soothing circles along his biceps during particularly loud hisses. The one relief was not having to feel the heated gaze upon him anymore, but it came at a cost. The omega was in awe at how his body was still able to become aroused by the same male who was holding the looming punishment over his head. Regardless, the innate need to be touched and comforted after such a taxing experience, constantly tugged at Neteyam.
"It should be healed in no time. He can even put pressure on it as long as it is protected by a cloth wrapping. Make sure the ointment is applied daily to combat infection." The woman sighed softly.
One look at those tired eyes had Neteyam's gut twisting with the familiar feeling of guilt. He was sure the last thing Tshaik wanted to do was bandage him up in the middle of the night. His guilt however transformed into panic as she finished securing the cloth and signaled to let the two know he was finished.
