Fervor and Resolution

Chapter One

Fervor and Resolution
Fandom: The Punisher
Summary:
Russo pressed his throat against the knife, scarlet drops swelling where metal met flesh.
"Either kill me or fuck me, Frank."

Divergence in canon where Frank brings Russo home, only to find he's in Heat.

Chapter One

Billy let out a loose, humorless laugh as Frank entered the room. His walk was the first thing Billy noticed. The bastard had a confident, cocky strut that had drawn women to him like flies and had made enemies blood run cold. Frank stopped before him, towering above him like a God about to deliver judgement. The fluorescent lights casting shadows over his harsh face, fury radiated off him, polluting the atmosphere around them. The hellish skull painted over his vest pulled his head down. How definitive Frank was in his judgement.

The tight bonds around his wrists burned as he pulled for the nth time since he had woken up. The pain helped, however pointless it might be, he knew Frank would have taken no chances with his bondage. The firm zip ties around his wrists and ankles were evident of how fruitless an escape would be. His legs pushed open as his long legs were tied to the chair.

He could feel sweat running down his spine, like he was overheating despite the wintery temperatures that oozed in through the thin walls.
Billy wanted to squirm, wanted to rub away the itch as Frank's alpha scent washed over him. But he forced himself still, steadily returning the alpha's dark gaze. Practice from years of forcing his instincts down. He supposed he should consider himself lucky Frank hadn't killed him.

"Frank" His voice sounded hoarse in the empty room. Too loud yet too quiet.
He watched Frank's dark eyes narrow on him, the bruises on the alphas cheekbones seeming more prominent than ever. A blackish purple hue, the color of a wilting ranunculus.

Screw it.

"Why am I here Franky, just fucking kill me already."

He deserved it. He had watched Rawlins beat the shit out of Frank without moving a fucking muscle. He had stood there, motionless, as Rawlins fists had beat into Kastle until blood stained his shirt crimson. He had stood by when Frank's family had been butchered.

Frank took another step forward, his leg brushing against Billy's knee.

He could feel his body reacting to the simple touch. He had gone too long without his suppressants and now he was paying the price. His cock had gone rock hard and he felt uncomfortably hot. It took every ounce of effort not to move, grinding against his pants in an attempt to get more friction against his aching cock.

Frank inhaled deeply, standing in the space between Billy's legs.

"Why'd you do it, Billy?" Frank finally ground out, his voice husky with fury and pain, oblivious as always.
He wanted to scream. It was everything . How Frank had left him to be fucked over by Rawlins. How Frank had left him, like everyone had left him. His own mother had thrown him away. He had thought he had finally found someone that would keep him. But no, Frank and thrown him away the first chance he'd had and Rawlins had wanted someone to punish.

He glared at Frank,
"You fucking left me Frank. What did you fucking expect. Do you know what Rawlins did to me?"

He hissed out, fully aware he was losing any semblance of control. Frank had told him he would protect him. Between course moments of peace in the bloody battlefield, Frank had whispered sweet nothings in his ear. Told him that he would always be there for him, that they were brothers and then he had left.

Billy had never let being an omega hinder him. Never backed down as one of those high and mighty alphas had told him he was garbage. Or when someone told him he was nothing but sewer rat with a pretty face. Christ, he didn't even know who his own father was. He never let any of that stop him, he had built up walls and burned anyone who got in his way.

But Frank, he had thought Frank had seen through all of that. All of his posturing crap, his cocky attitude, worst of all, Billy had trusted Frank. Billy had let Frank in, let him worm into his heart through kind words and that obnoxiously charismatic personality.

Frank said nothing, staring blankly at him. Then he suddenly snapped, as if jerked out of a reverie, he snarled and leaned forward. His hand whipped forward, yanking Billy's head back by his hair, exposing his throat.
"You think that justifies what you did?"
Billy's jaw twitched, trying to ignore the urge to lean into Frank's hand.

"I didn't have a choice Frank." He hated saying it, admitting it.
"Rawlins bonded with me." He loathed saying his name. Loathed what he had done to him, loathed what he had made him into to: another submissive omega to be beaten and ordered around.

Russo knew Frank had no idea what to say, he almost wanted to laugh at the twister of emotions that ran over his alphas face. Confusion, comprehension, and pity - that all accumulated into blazing fury.

His body was reacting to Frank and his emotions. His clothes felt restrictedly tight, his body overheating. With every breath he inhaled more of the alphas beguiling scent. A mix of gunpowder, violence, and dominance. He tried not to writhe against the bonds, wanting to get closer to Frank. He and Frank belonged together. Kastle had already been with Maria when they had met, bonded with her, loved her. But Russo knew the truth. That he and Frank were mates. Two sides of the same coin.

It had been a gradual descent into love. Years of close quarters, sleeping bunk to bunk, playing cards on a dirty concrete floor, boozy laughing over crass jokes, gradual.
Billy distinctly remembered being on leave one night, under the body of some inconsequential alpha he had picked up at a bar. His head had been shoved into a pillow as the alpha had pounded into him.

He had found himself imaging it was Frank instead. Planting sloppy kisses on his back and groaning into his neck.

Billy had never cum so quickly in his life.

Outside of his reveries, Frank paced violently before him.

"Why didn't you fucking tell me Russo!"

He could feel the heat escalate inside of him, burning into a feverish delirium. Even Billy could smell the sickly sweet scent of his own arousal and clearly Frank could too by the way he froze, his eyes honing into Billy's.
"You in heat, Russo?"
A nod and a strangled noise was all the confirmation Frank got.
Frank had yet to see him in heat. He had always been so careful. Meticulously keeping track of his pills like bullets in a warzone.
He moaned against the bonds, grinding for more friction.
"Frank, please, just fuck me."

" Chris t Russo," Frank swore under his breath, his dark eyes latching onto Russo's writhing body. The hormones were affecting both of them now.

Billy was aware of the sound a pocket knife being flicked open, then the sensation of the his limbs being cut free.

He lunged, tackling Frank to the ground.

Frank had him on his back in an instance, the knife digging into the soft flesh of his throat. Frank loomed above him, his leg placed between Russo's thighs and his free arm pressing him into the cold concrete ground. The omega couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips.

Russo pressed his throat against the knife, scarlet drops swelling at where metal met flesh.

"Either kill me or fuck me."

Frank stared at him, his eyes flickering to Russo's mouth, then to the knife.