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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      litup_OCs_Will_and_Milo
  Character:
      litup_OC_Will, litup_OC_Milo, litup_OC_Jonah
  Additional Tags:
      Omegaverse, BL, boylove, BoyxBoy, Omega/Beta/Alpha, FUCK, dont_read_this
      shit, Scribble
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-03-11 Words: 1721
****** Omegaverse_? ******
by LENΔ_(litup)
Summary
     Just ignore this absolute monstrosity.
The crisp winter air of Charlotte was peaceful, the naked limbs of trees
shaking in the gentle breeze that gusted past. Of course, for Milo, Will, and
Jonah, this was the perfect time to go for a walk. It was early saturday
morning, and while most people liked to sleep, Jonah had other plans, and ended
up dragging his two friends out of the house. Milo was pleased to finally get
away from his family, but Will was still cranky from being woken up. Will was
always like that; he was a proud alpha, who always let his opinions be heard.
He was nearly twice Milo’s size, tall and broad. Jonah was built similar to
him, except their personalities opposed one another. Will liked using force or
violence to solve all of his problems. Jonah never had problems; it was like
his whole life was one big joke, and he didn’t care what happened. Milo was
their healthy in between. They were both very fond of him, as he was Will’s
boyfriend. Milo was tiny and soft spoken. Without him, Will probably would have
murdered Jonah by then.
 
“Why did you even invite the both of us?” Will whined. “You’re the third-wheel,
Jonah.”
 
Jonah narrowed his eyes and smiled, an expression similar to a snake’s. “Maybe
I like hanging out with my two best friends.”
 
“We hate you,” Will said bluntly.
 
Jonah pretended to look hurt. “Milo doesn’t hate me. Do you Milo?”
 
Milo snapped back into reality at the sound of his name. “I don’t hate Jonah.”
His response was quick, one that he hadn’t put much thought into. He was too
busy trying to figure out the tight heated pain he felt in the pit of his
stomach to listen to Will and Jonah’s bickering.
 
Will sighed, clearly irritated. “Milo, you’re supposed to side with me!”
 
Milo shrugged. “I can’t lie.” His voice was emotionless.
 
“Ohh!” Jonah screamed. He started speeding up his pace to walk in front of
Will, then around and let Will get ahead of him and repeated the action,
circling around Will, until he finally snapped. Will grabbed Jonah by the color
and shoved him away. It was more of a playful gesture than a rude one; they
always fought.
 
Milo suddenly stumbled forward slightly. It was like the whole world had
vanished for a moment, only a void of black. His face heated up, but not
because of embarrassment; it felt like his whole body was on fire.
 
“Milo?” He wasn’t sure who said it, or what even happened next. He remembered
standing upright, staring ahead of him, and then everything went dark for a
moment, and the next thing he knew, there was a throbbing pain in his side, and
Will and Jonah were both looming over him. Clumps of hair stuck to his
forehead, drenched in sweat. It was winter, so why was it so hot outside? He
was burning up.
 
Will dropped to Milo’s side, a concerned gesture, but then it was like
something snapped. Will’s worried eyes suddenly glazed over with something
else, something Milo had never seen in him. A lustful gaze met Milo’s eyes, and
Milo immediately realized what was happening. Will had Milo pinned to the
ground by his hands, and of course, Milo was powerless against him. Milo was
terrified. He whimpered as Will straddled his hips, trapping the boy even more.
They were laying in the middle of a quiet, empty street. Milo couldn’t tell if
that was a good thing or a bad thing. No one would see him be humiliated, but
no one would come to his rescue, either.
 
And then Jonah hit Will over the head. “Will, cut it out! You’re scaring him!”
Will didn’t react, just held Milo down firmer. Jonah kicked Will, and dragged
him by the armpits away from the frightened Milo. Will  growled  at Jonah,
trying anything in an attempt to get away. Milo shakily got to his feet,
trembling violently. He glanced at Will for a split second, and all fear that
had been relieved when Jonah had interfered came back. It was the alphas’
little tricks like that to invoke fear in the omegas. Will was literally
foaming at the mouth, as he struggled to get out of Jonah’s grip. Milo stumbled
backwards, before turning around completely and began staggering away from the
two. “Milo! Milo, wait!” Jonah shouted at him. Milo took no heed to his
warning, leaning against walls of abandoned buildings along the street to keep
him upright. Jonah was clueless as to what to do; he couldn’t let go of Will to
get Milo, and he couldn’t let Milo, a defenseless omega in heat, walk the
streets alone. But then it was too late, and Milo disappeared from his sights.
 
Milo’s breathing was unsteady and painful. It felt like someone had set fire to
his entire body, as he strived to stay standing. His steps were uneven and
awkward. He was alone in the middle of a place he didn’t know well and that
terrified him. But then he remembered Will and his scary alpha self, and he
would rather be alone and scared than in the middle of what Will was planning
to do.
 
“An omega in heat, all alone? Well, today must be my lucky day,” a voice said.
Milo flinched at the sudden sound, and turned around to see a man he had never
seen before standing behind him. He was even bigger than Will, and maybe even
scarier. Milo backed into the wall behind him, his eyes shrouded in fear. The
man only laughed, reaching out for Milo. One hand found itself around Milo’s
neck, pinning him to the wall, while the other yanked down Milo’s clothes. Milo
whimpered, both out of pain and fright. It was much more different than when
Will had tried to take him. Will didn’t have any more of a say in the matter
than Milo did; it was simply his biology. This man was willingly going to take
advantage of Milo.
 
The man pressed his chest against Milo’s and lifted his legs high off the
ground to his sides. “Please, don’t, please, don’t, please, don’t,” Milo
whispered continuously. It was like a montage for him.
 
The man’s grip around Milo’s neck tightened, to the point where Milo couldn’t
breathe at all. Milo’s fingers desperately tried to yank off the man’s hands.
In that moment, he cursed himself for being weak, he cursed himself for being
small, he cursed himself for being an omega, he cursed himself for anything he
did that got him in this situation. The man suddenly entered Milo, shoving into
him until he got all the way to the base. Milo let out a silent shriek. It
hurt. It hurt so much.
 
The man thrust in and out of Milo, releasing his grip around the boy’s neck
just long enough for Milo to take in a deep breath, before choking him again.
Milo began hoping he would just suffocate, and the torture would end, but it
never did. Each thrust became more painful and more brutal. Tears streamed down
Milo’s face, as he silently sobbed. He didn’t think the pain would ever end.
 
Milo was used to feeling small and powerless. He was an omega, and neither his
family nor his school would ever let him forget it. He was the only omega child
in a family of alphas. He was a third-rate citizen. Useless. Will had been
there for him, though. When his parents teased him, when his older brother
exposed him. Will was an alpha, and he didn’t understand everything Milo went
through, but that was okay. He understood that he couldn’t understand, and was
there for Milo. And here Milo was, being raped by a man he didn’t know, because
he had been afraid of Will. All because he was an omega.
 
The man seemed to be really enjoying it. He plunged deeper and deeper with each
thrust. His grip around Milo’s neck loosened enough for Milo to breathe
properly. He held back his moans, biting down on his lip so hard it bled. Milo
wanted to be saved, but he didn’t know who. No stranger would help him. He
would be humiliated if his family saw. He was too ashamed of running from Will
to accept his aid. He was in agony.
 
The man finally finished, filling Milo with his cum, and let go of him. Milo
dropped to the ground, landing hard, but that was nothing compared to what he
had just experienced. The man didn’t say a word, just chuckled slightly and
walked away like nothing had happened. Milo laid in the street, bruised and
battered, gasping for breath. This was supposedly be his life. He was a filthy
omega, doing his job. He was more of a whore than a boy. Just a tool for the
alphas.
 
Milo wasn’t sure how long he laid there. His whole body ached; he didn’t even
have the strength to get up. He had stopped crying a while ago. He longed for
sleep, so he could take a break from the pain, but of course it wouldn’t come.
His ears rang loudly, and his head felt like it was throbbing. His heat was
over with, and now he felt the real cold of winter.
 
“Milo? Milo!” Milo immediately recognized it to be Will’s voice. Will fell to
his knees beside Milo and scooped the boy up in his arms. Milo remained
emotionless; he didn’t welcome nor withdraw from Will’s touch. Will held him
close but not tightly; as if he were afraid Milo would break. “I’m… I’m sorry,
Milo. So, so sorry.” Will tore off his jacket and draped it over Milo. Milo
didn’t react at all the entire walk home. Will carried him the whole way to
Will’s house; going to Milo’s house would mean certain doom. The entire walk
was silent. There was crying, but Milo couldn’t tell if it was Will or himself.
Or both.
 
Will gave Milo a bath at his house, careful to avoid the many bruises covering
his hips and neck. And then Will laid him down to rest in his bed, and sat at
his side.
 
“Will you ever forgive me?” Will asked.

Milo shrugged weakly. “I don’t know.”
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