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: explicit, daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, possessive behavior, anger, m/m anal, blow job, manhandling, omega/beta/alpha dynamics, overstimulation, honestly just a lot of smut
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The apparent stiffness between his legs was coming to be considered the new normal for Kxolo. As always, he had his stubborn omega to thank for that. He mused and admired the boy's determination for the last three days as he continued to find new ways to arouse and frustrate him. However, Kxolo would be lying if he said he did not find Neteyam's antics entertaining and even borderline adorable. It was difficult for the boy to mask his innocence and inexperience underneath the seductive facade. The hesitation in certain movements or comments were quick to clear away the illusion. The Olo'eyktan basked in those moments.
Unfortunately for Kxolo, Neteyam himself was a walking temptation. No dance of seduction or teasing touches were required to unfurl Kxolo's raging desire.
"I need to bathe." Neteyam simply stated. A casual timber lingered in his tone but the eyes peeking back at him occasionally as he began removing jewelry told the real story.
Kxolo watched from a relaxed position, spread out on the large rock next to the sparkling lake. His golden eyes happily swept over every curve of the smaller male's body as he fumbled to get rid of the coverings. He stamped out the rising chuckle building in his throat at the sight of Neteyam's hesitation when it came time to remove the loincloth. The foretell sign of equivocation was quickly covered by his small smile, an effort to appear unspooled.
Struggling fingers finally managed to undo the knots and let the fabric fall away. As expected, without the last piece of figurative armor, Neteyam's eyes darted away from the alpha's gaze. Kxolo, however, was impressed with the boy's self control at not shrinking away under his ogling. Amusement trickled in as he admired his determination to appear unbothered by his bare form exposed. After bathing with Neteyam for over a month the omega had still consistently blushed and shriveled from his gaze every time he was forced to strip naked. He idly wondered why he would expect Kxolo to believe any of that would magically change overnight.
Still, his naive assumptions settled a strong fondness into the Olo'eyktan's heart.
His omega was never one to go down without a fight. He had to give him that much.
Shattered sunlight graced the striped expanse of Neteyam's back as he waded into the water. Naturally, Kxolo found his attention back on the boy's tempting backside, still sporting a red glow from the punishment. His hindbrain purred at the sight, satisfied that a lesson had been taught. He prayed to Eywa that the burning reminder would serve its purpose. However, there was still so much more work to be done. Neteyam's stubborn attitude was reaching a peak, one that was slowly driving Kxolo towards the edge.
A learned resistance had built a fortress around the omega's heart, effectively swaying him towards rebellion to evade vulnerability. The alpha could see it in the striking glares he was sent or the sarcastic comments that were quick to roll off of Neteyam's tongue. It had been refortified from Lo'ak's appearance. A fact that had Kxolo's anger always close to a boil when he thought of the other alpha's actions.
