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The dim lights of purgatory hummed overhead like a constant accusation.
Spoke curled tighter on the thin cot in his cell, sweat slicking his skin despite the chill that never quite left these walls.
His body had been betraying him for hours now. The first wave had hit him like a fever dream, heat pooling low in his belly, slick already dampening the inside of his thighs.
An omega’s heat in a place like this was a death sentence if discovered. Suppressants were rationed, monitored, and he’d run out days ago.
He couldn’t stay here. Not like this. The scent would spread soon enough, drawing the wrong kind of attention from guards or worse, the other inmates.
Jamato. The name burned in his mind like a beacon. The one alpha whose presence had always steadied him, maybe he could ask..?
Jamato’s office was far, too many elevators and too many long hallways to be spotted in.
Risky? Sure.
Insane? Probably!
Necessary? 100% yes he needed that cookie RIGHT NOW.
Spoke waited until the ‘night’ shift rotation, when the guards around his cell thinned.
He slipped the makeshift lockpick from under his mattress, scraps of wire and patience-and worked the cell door with shaking hands.
The heat made every movement feel amplified, his senses razor sharp and clouded at once.
He moved like a shadow down the corridors, heart hammering, thighs pressed together to stem the flow of slick that threatened to drip down his legs.
By the time he reached the outer door that led to jamatos office, he was panting. He keyed in the override and slipped inside, hugging the walls until he stood before Jamato’s office. Light still spilled from beneath the door.
Good. He was still working.
Spoke knocked softly, then pushed inside before he could lose his nerve.
Jamato looked up from his desk, dark eyes narrowing. Stacks of reports surrounded him, the weight of running this facility etched into the lines of his shoulders.
“…Spoke? How the-how the hell did you get out of your cell???”
“Look- Jamato…I need to talk to you,” Spoke said, voice already hoarse. “Alone…preferably.”
Jamato studied him for a long moment, then waved a hand at the two guards stationed inside. “Leave us. Wait in the hall.”
The door clicked shut behind them, and Spoke’s legs nearly gave out.
The alpha’s scent, his alpha’s scent, clean, sharp, smoke and pine, hit him full force now that they were alone.
His heat flared violently in response, a fresh gush of slick soaking through the thin pants he wore.
“Jamato,” he whispered, stepping closer. “Please…My heat…i-it started, I can’t control it…please…I need you.”
Jamato’s expression hardened. He stood slowly, chair scraping back. “No. This is unprofessional. I have work to do, and you know the rules. Look, I’ll call medical, get you suppressants sent to your cell—”
“No I don’t want suppressants!” Spoke’s voice cracked. He reached out, fingers brushing Jamato’s sleeve.
“I-I want you…Just you. Please…Help me through it. I’m burning up. Everything hurts.”
Jamato pulled away, jaw tight. “You’re-not thinking clearly! This isn’t you asking-it’s the heat talking. Spoke go back to your cell before someone notices you’re missing.”
Spoke dropped to his knees, then forward onto his hands, forehead nearly touching the floor in front of Jamato’s boots.
“Please! I’m begging you-I’ll do anything! Just touch me, knot me, make it stop hurting. Please Jamato I-I trust you. Only you.”
Jamato’s breath hitched. His hands clenched at his sides, he so wanted to give into spoke, to give him was he so obviously needed. But he turned toward the door.
“Get up. I’m taking you back.”
Spoke crawled after him, grabbing his ankle.
“Don’t leave me like this-I’ll scream-I’ll tell everyone you touched me already! Please, Jamato. I need you-please.”
The word hung heavy. Jamato froze. After a long, tense silence, he exhaled sharply.
“Fine. Not here. My quarters. You’ll take suppressants and sleep it off. That’s it.”
He hauled Spoke up by the arm, half-dragging, half-supporting him down the private corridor that led to his personal rooms.
The door sealed behind them with a heavy lock. Jamato’s quarters were sparse but faint traces of his scent everywhere and that drove spokes mind wild.
“Sit,” Jamato ordered, pointing to the edge of the bed. He rummaged in a locked drawer and produced a packet of emergency suppressants and a mild sedative.
“Take these. They’ll dull the worst of it until morning.”
Spoke swallowed the pills obediently, but his eyes never left Jamato’s face. He knew the medication probably wouldn’t…no…couldn’t fully bank the fire but he could still be obedient.
He stripped off his damp shirt without being told, trying to cool himself down, exposing flushed skin and hardened nipples.
“Jamato…” he murmured again, reaching for him.
“Sleep,” Jamato said firmly, guiding him under the covers. He dimmed the lights and lay on the far side of the bed, fully clothed, back turned.
“That’s all I’m offering you tonight.”
Spoke curled up, the pills pulling him under.
For a while, blessed darkness.
But the suppressants were never meant for a heat this advanced, and the sleeping pills were to light.
An hour later, Spoke stirred, body aching worse than before. Jamato slept beside him, breathing even, one arm draped loosely over the edge of the bed as he laid ob his back. His scent had deepened in sleep, relaxed and potent.
Spoke’s mouth watered. He shifted carefully, crawling down the bed like a man possessed. Jamato’s pants were still on, but the outline of his cock was visible, half-hard even in rest.
Spoke nosed at the fabric first, inhaling deeply, then tugged the waistband down with careful teeth and fingers.
The cock sprang free, thick and heavy, the head already glistening.
Spoke whimpered softly as he stared at it. He leaned in and gave the tip a kittenish lick, his tongue swirling gently over the slit to taste the bead of precum there.
Salty, musky, perfect. Another lick, then another, slow and reverent. He lapped at the underside, tracing the prominent vein, feeling the shaft twitch and swell under his attention.
Jamato woke with a sharp inhale. “Spoke-w-what the fuck-”
He tried to sit up, but Spoke had already taken the head into his mouth, sucking gently, eyes glassy with need. “Please,” he mumbled around the cock, the word muffled. “Need it. Need you inside me.”
Jamato’s hand fisted in Spoke’s hair, meaning to pull him off. Instead, his fingers tightened as another long lick dragged over his length. Spokes scent was overwhelming now, sweet, fertile, and desperate.
Jamato’s resolve cracked audibly.
“God damn it,” he growled, voice rough with sleep and lust. “You win…But we do this my way. You asked for help-you’re getting it.”
He flipped them, pinning Spoke beneath him. Spoke’s pants came off in one yank, revealing the mess between his thighs-shiny slick coating everything, hole clenching visibly on nothing. Jamato groaned at the sight.
“Look at you…Dripping for it.” He pushed two fingers in without warning, scissoring them to test. Spoke cried out, back arching, more slick gushing around the intrusion.
“So wet. So needy...God Spoke are you always like this during your heats?”
“AhaaAAHhh-pleaaseee-please knot me…hnngoh my god please Jamato please-” Spoke babbled, legs spreading wider.
“P-please, I-I’ve wanted this…I-I Dreamed about your cock-about it splitting me open.,”
Jamato shed the rest of his clothes, cock fully hard now, intimidating in its girth.
He rubbed the head through Spokes slick folds, teasing the fluttering hole before pushing in with one steady thrust. Spoke keened, nails digging into Jamato’s shoulders. The stretch burned perfectly, filling the empty ache that had tormented him for hours.
“Fuck, you’re tight…” Jamato hissed, bottoming out. He set a brutal pace immediately, hips snapping forward.
The bed creaked under them. Each thrust forced more slick out, obscene wet sounds filling the room alongside Spoke’s moans.
Spoke wrapped his legs around Jamato’s waist, pulling him deeper.
“H-harder-! Breed me-Please-”
Jamato snarled, the alpha instinct fully unleashed. He fucked Spoke like he was trying to imprint himself into Spokes very being, angling to hit the sweet spot inside that made stars burst behind Spoke’s eyes.
Time blurred for the both of them.
Jamato flipped him onto all fours at one point, mounting him properly, teeth grazing the back of Spoke’s neck.
The knot began to swell at the base of his cock, catching on every pull-out before finally popping inside on a particularly deep thrust.
Spoke screamed in pleasure as the knot locked them together, pulsing hot jets of cum deep inside.
His own orgasm crashed over him, vision whiting out. Wave after wave of Jamatos seed filled him. The knot ensuring none escaped.
Jamato collapsed over him, practically squishing spoke while still being buried to the hilt.
He didn’t pull out. He couldn’t, well not with the knot atleast, it’s not like he was going to either way.
His breathing evened out into exhausted sleep almost immediately, cock still twitching inside Spoke’s spent body.
Spoke lay there, full and claimed, a dopey smile on his face as he drifted off too.
Three days later, the heat had broken…mostly, thanks to repeated, increasingly less reluctant help from Jamato in the stolen hours between shifts.
Spoke stood in the small, bathroom attached to Jamatos room, heart pounding for an entirely new reason.
He’d lifted the pregnancy test from medical supplies during one of his “escorted” visits.
Now he stared at the two bold lines on the stick.
Positive.
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
He tucked the test away carefully, already imagining the next time he’d sneak out, or better, the day he’d tell Jamato exactly what they’d created together.