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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Finder_no_Hyouteki_|_Finder_Series
  Relationship:
      Asami_Ryuichi/Takaba_Akihito
  Character:
      Asami_Ryuichi, Takaba_Akihito
  Additional Tags:
      Kidnapping, Alternate_Universe_-_Historical, Alternate_Universe_-
      Fantasy, Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Shapeshifting,
      Scent_Marking, Possessive_Behavior, Knotting, Mating_Bond, Breeding_Kink,
      Dirty_Talk, Rimming, Wing_Kink
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      Published: 2015-07-25 Updated: 2015-11-05 Chapters: 4/? Words: 8631
****** The Broken Angel ******
by backtofive
Summary
     Asami found himself tied up in a filthy cell, his kidnapper is
     nothing less than a rebellious young blond, too pretty and naive to
     be part of that foul play.
     Yeah I changed the title twice, sue me!
Notes
     I wish this fic was written by Amelita, one of my fav authors.. she
     would know what happens next!
     Thanks to my friend Morgan, my beta.
     Guys... I hope you enjoy it!!!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Asami awoke with his entire body throbbing with pain. It washed in waves over
him and he did not move for several minutes until the nausea and headache
subsided. It felt as though he had been knocked unconscious and thrown off a
cliff, dragged behind a horse and then beaten with sticks for good measure.
That was actually not too far off from what had happened to him. The last thing
the King remembered was riding with his men on a hunt, chasing a white stag
into the forest…. and then nothing. He slowly categorized his injuries as he
lay there, moving slowly and trying to ascertain the damage. He was bruised,
deeply in many places, it appeared that his unconscious body had been treated
brutally, but he did not note any broken bones other than a few possible
cracked ribs. There was blood dripping from his brow, he noticed vaguely. The
cut wasn't serious, but the sticky sensation across the left side of his face,
where the blood was drying was incredibly annoying. Slowly he opened his eyes
to assess his situation and surroundings.
Any feelings of discomfort vanished at the sight of what was across the dirty
room just on the other side of some thick iron bars. All Asami could do, was
stare.
There was a small boy, little more than a child, quietly dozing while leaning
against the bars of the cell Asami was apparently locked in. His head was
slumped down on his thin chest. His face, peaceful in repose was utterly
entrancing. The streaks of dirt on his pretty cheeks only made him seem
childish and vulnerable. Long seductive lashes, peachy pink cheeks glowing with
youth and petite delicate features, elegant and almost ethereal. His messy hair
was the color of spun gold and reflected the sunlight, shining as if they were
delicate golden threads. His pink lips were lovely and small, but plump and
utterly enticing.
Asami’s mouth watered for a taste. Slowly his gaze wandered down the boy’s
slender body. He could tell he was thin, but how thin it was impossible to
tell. His clothing was oversized, much too large, as if he was wearing hand-me
downs he had not yet grown into. They were old, threadbare and patched too many
times to count. Even the patches had patches. There was dried blood on the left
sleeve and mud spattered up the hems of his pants. His tiny little feet were
bare and covered in black mud. Asami didn’t care about the dirt on his pale
skin or the filthy clothes that he wore. The boy was a rare, stunning treasure,
even if he was dressed in the most pitiful rags King Asami had ever seen.
He rolled to his side and tried to reach out. The boy was only a few measly
feet away and he could easily reach him through the bars. He felt that he
almost desperately needed to touch the delicate skin of the boy's face to know
whether that piece of art was real. That was when he realized his hands were
tied behind his back. Asami shook his head, smirking at his own lack of
attention.
He twisted his wrists in the bonds. They were tied with a rough primitive rope.
He could already feel it beginning to unravel. It really wouldn’t take much to
help it on its way. He could be loose anytime he chose but Asami decided not to
wriggle free just yet. There was the advantage of surprise to consider and
until he figured out who had kidnapped him and was holding him hostage, he
needed every advantage he could get. He knew he should be furious that someone
had dared to imprison him, but Asami couldn’t find it in him to care. He had
never felt so fascinated before. The boy was dressed as one of the rebels, who
were ambushing the lords of the nobility and challenging the royal cavalry on
the roads near the main city of that part of the Kingdom, but he couldn’t bring
himself to be angry with the young one. He was just a child. Asami found it
very difficult to believe one so tiny could truly be in league with the rebels.
He was likely a younger brother or errand boy, relegated to scrubbing the pots
and watching prisoners deemed harmless. Asami’s golden eyes glowed. He may have
been royalty, but he was far from helpless.
As if sensing the lord's golden eyes staring at him, the young rebel opened his
beautiful blue eyes. Asami’s breath caught in his chest, he knew all regions
from the valley, to the vast deep forest, to the rye fields, to the cursed
caves and everyone of the cities and several villages. His were a dark people,
with dark skin and dark eyes. His own amber eyes were unusual, distinctive to
the royal family, but he had never seen eyes of blue before. He had never even
heard of blue eyes.  'Where did this little angel actually came from?' He
wondered. The rebels were little more than thieves and filthy, stinking louts
that tried to hide their thievery and greed for that which did not belong to
them behind acts of ‘rebellion’. Asami had no respect for their charade. The
kingdom was a happy and prosperous place and there was plenty of opportunity
for advancement when one was willing to put in a hard, honest day’s labor. The
so-called rebels did not. They simply preferred to steal for their livelihood
and like many gangs, used false promises and subterfuge to recruit the naive to
their cause. Even from across the room Asami could see the innocence in those
bright blue eyes. It was obvious, this boy did not belong here.
"Oh!" The boy said "My Lord! It w-wasn't I who brought you here!" He said,
standing up awkwardly and brushing himself off with dirty hands.
Asami already knew that. One thin and delicate boy like that would never have
the strength to do so. He bit back his smile at the idea.
Noticing the amused look, the boy pouted angrily before muttering "But I could
have done it... if I .. if I wanted to."
"Who are you?" Asami asked, hiding his smirk from the boy.
"Akihito- Oops!" The blue-eyed boy clapped his hand over his pretty lips and
then sighed in frustration due to his own mistake. His slender shoulders
slumped as he explained, "They told me not to give you any information ..."
Asami bit his tongue to keep from laughing. When was the last time he’d
laughed? How many years ago? He could not remember. The boy was lovely though,
absolutely lovely, a bit naive and too inexperienced to understand what was
happening. It was clear to the King already that he didn’t know what the rebels
actually planned or that all those who were in that camp would most likely die
when his men found out that he was there. The survivors, if any, would perish
in prison. The boy was caught up in the middle of something he did not
understand. He had been deceived with utopian words and empty promises. What
was the importance of the name of that skinny and dirty kid, anyway? There was
no use to keep it a secret from him. But in fact, Asami was curious, more than
that, he was very interested in learning everything about this particular
little boy.
He leaned back against the wall and appraised him, "So Akihito, in what
capacity are you involved with the rebels?"
The boy hesitated, confused by the question. His every emotion was openly
conveyed in those gorgeous eyes. Asami knew a classic interrogation session
wouldn't be needed for the boy to spill all the information he had, though
there was likely not much of value.
"Well then little one, can you at least tell me what you're doing in this
room?"
The boy looked at him confused for a moment, until his cheeks turned pink with
embarrassment, "I ... I'm here to ..."
"Watch over me?"
"Yeah ..."
Asami could not contain his smirk this time. "You are in charge of keeping
guard at the door of my 'cell' and ensuring I do not escape?”
The boy nodded emphatically, "Yes! You are my prisoner!"
The young one had obviously been chosen by the others because none of the
others wanted the King to see their faces. The naive little blond had been
sacrificed to protect the anonymity of the others, though it was apparent that
the sweet little blond thought being picked to guard the prisoner was an honor
and he wanted to take his job seriously
Asami shook his head, "Why were you sleeping against the bars then? So close,
if I were to free my hands that I could grab you and force you to set me free?
Why not stay near the door, out of reach?  Don’t you think its rather dangerous
to be sleeping so close the man who you are keeping prisoner?"
Akihito frowned as if concentrating on some frantic thought. He was looking for
an excuse to explain his negligent behavior.
"Akihito ...? Before falling asleep ... were you staring at me?"
Rosy cheeks darkened the boy close to a red color, confirming the suspicions of
the lord.
"Are you a witch or something?" The boy murmured. He approached cautiously,
"You'd better respect me!"
"Or what?"
Asami’s ribs were aching with the effort of containing his laughter. The boy
was clearly a newbie at making threats and intimidating people. He was as
intimidating as a hissing kitten, all fluff and adorable anger.
"Or .. or I will t-torture you!" He shouted his face adorably red and angry. He
turned around with a pout and walked out hastily, clumsily tripping over his
own feet as he left the room.
Admiring his delightfully round ass wriggle as he walked away in a huff, Asami
thought to himself, 'You've just started it kid.'
He wanted to test the feisty boy’s courage, bite his soft skin and squeeze that
pert bottom. His dick was hard and throbbing in his pants at the thought. When
his men got here, the rest of the rebels would be punished most severely, but
there was one little rebel Asami had every intention of 'punishing' personally.
He lay back with a grin on the thinly padded bed. It was a good day to have
been kidnapped.
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Remember Lord Prisioner? Yeah I changed the name.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
The golden haired boy didn't show up until much later. His clothes were even
dirtier and there was a fresh bruise on his cheek. This time he was wearing a
dark hoodie that covered his blond locks.
The king Asami couln't see very well since it was late at night and there was
no light in his cell. But the boy seemed to be prepared for that as he had
brought an old lantern along with him and Asami could see the fire in his
fascinating blue eyes. He had been thinking about those blue eyes all day long.
Akihito closed the heavy door carefully so as not to make noise.
"Akihito... I was waiting for you." The prisioner muttered, surprising himself
even with the voicing of that simple truth. He had in fact missed the beautiful
thing and was waiting for his return the whole time.
"Shhhh!" Akihito placed his finger on his lips. "Speak low! They are at the end
of the hall!"
"Who? The rebels?"
"They told me..." the boy crouched down on the dirty floor. "That rather than
'rebels', they are revolutionaries."
Asami scoffed.
"Now, sir, if you keep being this rude, I am gonna leave you."
"No!" The king hissed. He was inwardly glad none of his men witnessed him
requesting something of someone instead of just ordering them. He had no choice
but to keep playing this game.
He had been waiting for the boy to come back, knowing that Kirishima was out
there waiting for his signal to invade the location and slay everyone. Keeping
the boy here was now part of his plan. He needed to be protected... and later
treasured.
Akihito took a piece of bread out of his pocket. "Come a little closer... gonna
feed you."
Asami obeyed his instructions and moved closer, eager to look at the boy as
closely as possible. The purplish bruise in his cheek made his blood boil. "Who
did this to you?"
"I told you I am gonna feed you, so open up your mouth."
"Akihito..."
"Just eat, dammit! We talk later, okay?"
Asami bit the bread but didn't avert his eyes from the bruise. The bread was
way too old and hard and it was almost like eating moldy wood but this measly
'meal' was probably all he was going to get. Asami took a small bite and left
the rest for the boy in case he was hungry himself.
The boy bit into the bread with a frown and whispered, "I stole this... Who
would know they were going to feed the pigs with this!"
"They don't give you food?"
"They do but..."
Akihito was feeding the prisoner in the middle of the night when he himself was
hungry. So much for being a little rebel.
"You give it away?" Asami asked incredulously, though not really surprised. It
was Akihito they were talking about after all.
"Well... there are hungry people everywhere, you know?"
Unbelievable.
"They say that generosity was an omega trait.... I was wondering how could you
be so..." Asami could not stop his flow of thoughts. In the olden days it was
the norm to find omegas in golden haired families since those people originated
from the ancient people of northern floating mountains. Most of them were betas
just like Asami's people, but it was still possible, albeit rare, to find
omegas. They were beautiful, delicate and divine; born with little white wings
and a generous heart. Besides their wings, their most remarkable feature were
their blue eyes.
"So...?" The boy probed.
"... kind."
The boy blushed harder and it was impossible to him to get any prettier.
Asami's golden sharp eyes wandered to the boy's large clothes. Was it possible
to hide wings under such oversized garments?
"Why are you wearing those big clothes?"
The boy got up to reach a clay jug placed on a shelf in the corner of the cell
before returning to his prisoner. He poured water into a clay cup and reached
out to give Asami water.
The king thought the boy wasn't going to answer his question but he muttered
slowly after a while. "I was found in the woods, naked, hurt and starving. I
wear whatever they give me and I am thankful for that."
He was found? What was his history before that? There was so much he wanted to
know but the night was too short. Knowing Kirishima so well, Asami would say
that the man was probably going to break into the rebel camp at the break of
the dawn.
"Akihito... are you different from others?"
The boy's eyes widened a bit and he almost dropped the water jug.
"Are you... are you trying to make me uncomfortable?"
"Sorry." Asami smiled. The boy was so interesting, so cute and so innocent.
"Actually... you're right..."
"What?" Asami didn't expect for the boy to tell him everything about himself
right away. If the boy was by any chance, no matter how unlikely, a real omega,
most of which were extinct, he should keep the secret to himself. "How are you
different?"
"I'm stupid alright? Well... stupider than the others. I am not sure why they
are fighting. I can't understand why anyone would even fight in the first
place. There are a lot of things I don't know, not because they don't tell me
but because I don't understand. Why they are fighting, why they don't share
food, why they like to touch me and to hurt me. But..." His expression changed
from sadness to anger. "It doesn't mean I can't fight."
He wasn't stupid, just too good. "Why are you fighting for them, Akihito?
Through your eyes I can see your strength. You do not need them."
Akihito smirked, sarcastically. He was trembling a little and the king wondered
if he was feeling cold or fear. His first impression was right, the boy may
have a grown body, but was little more than just a child.
"Then... Does that mean I need you?" The thought of a better life flashed
through Akihito's mind. His eyes held a glimmer of hope as he stared
inquisitively at the man.
Asami smiled, wishing he could free his hands without surprising the boy and
possibly scaring him off. "Maybe I need you."
"How come?" The boy asked, tilting his head to the side a little.
"Let's run away together, I promise to be worthy of your trust."
"Why do you trust me so much, prisioner? I could murder you from behind any
moment."
Asami chuckled. "You could do it, but I don't think you would."
"Wha-!? Do you think I-"
"I do think you're the cutest jailer I've ever met, and this is just an
observation, but you wouldn't stab me from behind because I know you have
honor. Otherwise you wouldn't risk your own life to bring food to a tied man."
Akihito gasped and blushed slightly. Maybe he wasn't simply wasn't used to
having people pay attention to his acts, much less praise him.
"What do you have to lose? You can get all the freedom you want. You can help
others rather than starve in this filthy place with people who kidnap travelers
and throw them in cells with no explanation. Tell me, Akihito." Just a little
more and he would probably be convinced enough. Asami himself felt hopeful.
Akihito bit his lower lip, thinking hard. It was an absentminded action but
Asami felt his cock stiffened a little bit. He didn't wish to take advantage of
his trust, but maybe the boy had something to lose after all.
Chapter End Notes
     Special thanks to my beta Kinoshita1227
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Special thanks to my beta Kinoshita1227
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The boy was clearly exhausted, but Asami still talked to him about trivial
matters to make him lower his guard and possibly spill more about himself.
Everything related to the boy deeply interested him. He wanted to know
everything about Akihito.
Maybe his suspicions were wrong; maybe all the omegas had really died long ago
and Akihito was just a regular boy. Asami had been searching for one his whole
life, and all the rumours regarding an omega had been false alarm. Of course,
those who dared fool him had paid the price dearly. Either way, whether or not
Akihito was truly an omega, he felt an immense pull towards the boy - one far
stronger than mere attraction.
Two and a half hours of non-stop conversation later, King Asami had learned
many interesting things about Akihito even if they were considered unimportant
to the boy.
Akihito worked very hard, day and night. Most of the time he took care of the
animals, feeding pigs and cleaning the makeshift stable, which explained why he
didn't smell like an omega would. It was known, after all, that the divine
omega scent was like an aphrodisiac, and worth dying for. Then again, the boy
may not even be an omega.
The boy was completely fatigued by then, and suddenly slumped his back against
the bars, dropping his head forward as he entered a deep sleep. The king had
actually slipped a leaf of a soporific plant into Akihito's cup without the boy
notice before. He quietly thanked Kirishima for putting that thing into his
pocket - it was not the first time that the king had been kidnapped, and his
secretary made sure that he always had the herb with him at all times, just in
case he needed to drug a prison guard or someone. One bite of a leaf of that
plant would make people fall into a very deep sleep for several hours and the
boy had swallowed a whole piece of it unknowingly.
Asami tapped his left boot on the floor, revealing a small knife that he used
to cut the rope holding him back. Clearly he could have escaped any time he
wanted to. The only thing that had been holding him back was Akihito.
He took out two metal sticks that he hid under the seam of his sleeves and
picked the lock to the cell. Slowly, he crouched down next to the boy, and
gathered him in his arms. Asami already couldn't wait to map the perfect body,
and find out once and for all if he really was an omega.
Dawn was the best time to take over the camp, as it was the time for changing
of shifts. It also gave them the element of surprise, and the sleepy people's
inability to think straight or to defend themselves would make it way easier.
Asami would normally have enjoyed some challange but not right now with the
vulnerable boy sleeping in his arms.
There was a small window in the corner. The king grabbed the old lantern and
made his blade reflect the light, making the signal that he was sure Kirishima
would catch.
He covered the boy in his arms with his long cloak. He had decided since the
first time he laid his golden gaze on him that Akihito was going to be his to
claim and possess.
"You're gonna be my little wife now huh?" The king muttered into the boys ear,
but quickly regretted his actions. His alpha instincts weren't going to be
easily held back if he remained in such proximity.
The massacre was short and sweet with some of the rebels fleeing with their
tails between their legs, literally. Asami realized that some of them even
shifted into scrawny dogs to run faster. Some of his men were in their animal
forms too, such as Suoh who was a black Percheron, a giant horse that could
easily crush those low lives underneath his hooves.
Kirishima didn't even ask what he was carrying before offering to carry the
extra packet back to the king's castle. A wave of possessiveness almost crushed
Asami's heart, but he understood that Kirishima was doing what he did best,
which was providing his best assistance. The king just shook his head firmly
and walked over to his horse.
Kirishima was shocked at his king's reaction and mentally swore to never do
that again. His dark eyes shone with the understanding of a new discovery. Had
Asami finally decided on a mate?
Kirishima didn't know of any real omega and just assumed that the boy was a
tiny beta that smelled pretty bad as he seemed to have spent too much time with
pig. Nothing that a long bath wouldn't wash away.
Suoh joined them a little later, shifting from his percheron to human form,
keeping his tail by accident, though Kirishima wasn't going to let him know. It
was pretty hilarious. Suoh was stark naked but it wasn't like Asami's squad
wasn't used to seeing each other like that since most of them were shifters
like the king himself.
 
Later that night, Asami laid the boy down into a big bathtub after letting the
shower wash away most of the grime and dirt on his body with some chemical
solution that worked better than water and soap combined. The only downside to
it was that it washes away a person's true essence. Asami needed to give the
boy a true and traditional bath, he was eager to get to know his scent and see
his petite body finally.
He broke a stick of another one of the mysterious plants that Kirishima
collected and placed it near the boy's nose. The strong scent woke him up
almost instantly.
"How- What.. Who... Wait.. Why am I wet?" Akihito looked around, alert and
surprised but not scared. He was in a huge and nicely decorated place. "Am I
dreaming?"
The bathroom was located in Asami's personal quarters. It was huge and decored
with marble and gold. The bathtub itself was made of a special crystal known
for its healing and relaxing properties; the only one of its type. Asami
Ryuichi was king after all, he only owned the best of the best.
"You could say that..." Asami smiled, sitting himself on the edge of the
bathtub. "But this isn't really a dream."
"Where am I then?"
"In my bathtub."
"Okay, I kind of got that, but-"
"The rebel camp? Well, that is in the past, kitten. I rescued you, and now
you're min-."
"Hold up!" Akihito got up, as a wave of dizziness took over. "That was my
home!"
Under the golden light of the chandelier hanging above them, the king could
appraise the boy better than in that dark and dank cell. Even though he was
still dirty, it wasn't difficult to notice the boy's superior genes. If he
wasn't an omega, then he was the prettiest beta Asami had ever seen. 'Mine' the
thought flashed through his mind once again.
"That was no home of yours, sweetheart." Asami leaned foward. "We both know
that. I can see that..." he reached out to the gently caress the boy's face
with his hand. "They didn't treat you well. How could they do something like
this to a pretty thing like you? Why would they even hit you in the first
place?"
"I deserved that! I stole that bread."
"You said it was for the pigs."
"The pigs need to eat, they are important."
"More than you, kitten?"
The boy was holding back his tears. So much for being a rebel.
"That's because I am useless."
"How come?"
"I am weak, they say."
Asami smiled, hiding his murderous intent. The next day, he was definitely
going to send the whole royal guard after those low lives that dared to hurt
his innocent boy.
"I don't think you're weak."
"What? How can you say that?" Akihito raised his voice sharply and slapped the
king's hand off his face. "You don't even know me!"
Asami's bit his lower lip. The boy didn't have a clue that he was teasing him
with that feisty attitude.
"You are quite brave yourself. You did a good job at surviving so well in a
place full of violence and scarce food. I know so little of you and even so, I
am proud of you."
"You.. you're lying..." The boy sat down and hugged his knees, embarrassed.
"You know I'm not."
The king slowly placed his hands on the boy's knees. It was said that your mate
could be stimulated or calmed just from your mere presence. Asami already
couldn't wait to establish his dominance over the feisty boy.
"Akihito... I will let you go, I promised you your freedom, remember?"
At that, the boy widened his beautiful eyes to look into Asami's golden ones.
"R-really?"
"Of course." However, not before knotting him first so he would bever want to
leave his side. "But first we need to clean you up, and get some nice clothes
and food, right?"
"Yes! But... Why are you doing all this for me?" The innocent boy blushed, shy
all of sudden. He was so cute that even he cold and merciless king felt his
heart swell.
"Well... I promised you, remember? And because we fled together from there."
"You actually kidnapped me." Akihito pointed out.
"They kidnapped me first." He retorted.
Asami turned on the tap behind him and warm water started to fill the bathtub.
The boy stood up awkwardly. "I... All I need is to... get clean?"
"Yes."
"Then, what are you doing here?"
The boy clearly didn't seem to have noticed the bulge in his pants.
"I need a bath too... This is my only bathtub so I think we're going to have to
share."
Maybe it was because Akihito was used to being thankful for the few things that
were handed to him, as after hesitant minutes he decided to bow his head
humbly. "Sir, I am thankful for that but... before that, I have to warn you...
I am not like others."
"Yeah, I know. You're nicer." He smiled, knowing that the boy just needed some
praise. Akihito had never had a friend before, and simply talking to someone
who was so kind to him would earn Asami his trust. "Don't worry, there is
nothing about you I wouldn't like."
"The truth is..." The boy turned his back towards him, tremblings hands undoing
the buttons on his oversized shirt. "Did I tell you why I am so weak? It is
because I am no alpha...."
That much was obvious.
"Its okay, kitten. Betas aren't that weak."
The boy let out a nervous sigh. "I am no beta either."
Slowly, the boy took off his shirt and Asami widened his golden eyes.
"They...thought... I was a bird shifter that couldn't hide my wings in my human
form...because they are like this..."
The reason why it was hard to notice his wings under the big shirt was because
they were crushed and broken even underneath the fabric. The wings weren't all
white; the feathers at the base were bluish and delicate looking. The boy was
shaking in shame and maybe fear as he whispered. "I am so ridiculously weak...
because I am... I am..."
"An angel..." Asami muttered, reaching out to touch the wings. "You look like
an angel."
The boy turned to him, he had bruises all over his petite body and Asami had to
make a conscious effort to save his fury for later. He was so going to tear
those scrawny dogs apart in the near future.
"No!" The boy whimpered. "I am no angel... I am... I am..."
"An omega?" Asami whispered in a low voice, trying to calm his soon-to-be mate
down. "Why can't you say that?"
The boy blushed as the man came close, grabbing his chin and lifting his face
up carefully. "I've been waiting for you for a long, long time, kitten. I have
always dreamed to have a true omega as my mate."
"Y-Your mate?"
"Can't you smell my scent?"
Akihito blushed hard as he was hard for time now. That was the first time after
a traumatizating first heat. He could remember that pain and loneliness for a
whole week as he hid inside an humid and cold cavern.
"I am the most powerful alpha you will ever meet, and if you accept me as yours
as I plan to take you as mine, I will give you everything you will ever need,
or want. Protection, love, a family and a home." The king's eyes shone with
sincerity as he voiced his thoughts aloud, hoping to reach Akihito's heart just
as he had.
"You just met me." The boy finally whispered after a while, lost for an actual
response to the man's promise.
"And I know you're meant to be mine."
"I am broken..." Akihito cried sofl
Asami get close and whispered softly in the boy's ear. "Let me fix you, own you
and cherish you from now on..." Something was pulling him closer as he kissed
the tiny omega deeply.
Chapter End Notes
     What I am doing?
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Have you ever wondered what backtofive's fluffness + Amelita smutness
     looked like together?
     That's what you got in this chapter! Amelita did a collab with me and
     I am really excited about it xp
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Akihito's father was an alpha, a big and strong alpha. He was deeply in love
with Akihito's mother, and by "deeply in love" he meant "addicted, possessive
and constantly horny." It was scary. but while his father’s obsessive hunger
for his mother had at times scared the little omega child, he missed them
terribly. They had died long ago and Akihito had been raised by Betas. Betas
were generally considered safe. Betas were easy to please, none too
intelligent, not as docile as omegas but are far from aggressive as alphas.
Most of his people in the floating mountains and apparently in the dark people
around him were betas and at first he felt relieved. People say that in the
past alphas used fight to death over the rare omegas and as the less and less
omegas were born, the alphas would start a war to get to breed them.
Over the time, watching the rebels fighting over food, the cowardly, sick, weak
betas around him, Akihito was growing sad. He knew soon or later he had to
mate, as an omega he hadn't much of choice, so he hid his sex as best he could.
Akihito wanted to mate with an strong alpha, someone who would protect him and
their offspring, someone who would be deeply in love with him like his father
was with his mother, the 'possessive and constantly horny’ thing included. At
least then he knew he would be safe, and he wouldn’t have to worry about being
passed around among the betas.
Because he was an tiny omega himself, he couldn't defend himself, even betas
could overpower him easily but he was still reluctant to find an alpha mate who
would protect him because alphas were way scarier than the betas. He shuddered
at the memory of the leader of the rebel camp, Yuri Arbatov who were suspecting
he was omega for some time now. Akihito kept covering himself with the stinky
mud everyday to hide his scent. The stinky mud was disgusting but not
disgusting as Yuri's hand on his skin was.
Asami noticed that the boy was shuffling his wings nervously behind his back
and wondered if this was due to cold or fear. He took off his clothes as the
boy was on his back and sat behind him, slowly so as not to startle him. "Don't
worry, baby..." he reached out for his shoulder, massaging it gently "I promise
to protect you..."
There was no way to mate if the omega wasn't in the mood. Asami licked the neck
slowly "I promise to satisfy every desire, every need..." he bite the neck
starting to smell the boy's sweet scent, a true omega slick. Asami was hard as
a stone at that point but he couldn't be ruthless to the boy in their first
mating, he whispered in the boy's ear "...and to breed over and over and
over..."
Akihito shuffled his wings again with a little more force and Asami smirked,
realizing that it was neither fear nor cold making them twitch like that.
Anxiety and arousal was pouring off him in waves and the uncertainty on the
omega’s beautiful little face made Asami want to simultaneously fuck him into
the mattress while cradling him and reassuring him that he would never allow
him to come to harm.
He lifted Akihito up off his back, removing him from his vulnerable dominated
position where his face was panicked and scared and pulled the boy gently into
his arm. He pressed the little angel’s nose down into the crook of his neck so
he could smell his scent, knowing his powerful would soothe the boy.
His voice ebbed softer, “You’re safe now Akihito, I’m never going to let anyone
hurt you ever again.”
Lipid pools of water blue looked up with a hesitant trust in them and something
inside Asami shattered. The little angel was so precious, so pure and perfect
and he didn’t even know it. That was what hurt more than anything. Akihito
didn’t even have a clue of how special he was. He had been beaten and abused
and starved and made to feel less worthy of food than pigs. Fury and anguish
raged in his chest, but it was sorrow that overcame them both. This perfect
creature had been born into a world undeserving of it and it had broken him.
Asami vowed then and there to make every wrong right.
Tracing the smooth skin of his angel’s back Asami slipped his hands forward to
undo Akihito’s pants and help him out of them. The boy trembled as his long
pale legs were revealed to Asami’s hungry eyes. They were thin, so thin. All of
his was small and frail and half starved. Asami ran his hands reverently over
bony shoulders, too thin arms, and the little knobs of the angel’s spine and
then out to brush over his wings. The boy’s eyes widened and he shivered and
Asami chuckled, “Sensitive?”
The boy nodded, but he jerked almost spastically when Asami touched his wings
again and the Alpha realized his wings had probably never been touched with
kindness, only cruelty.
He soothed him, “Ssssshhhh. Not gonna hurt you baby…”
He pressed the boy closer with one hand in the center of his small back. With
the other he combed his fingers through the soft feathers of his wings. They
felt like satin under his rough fingertips. He petted them delicately, gently,
almost grooming them as he plucked out leaves and brambles, broken feathers and
sharp quills. The soothing, rhythmic touches had Akihito shaking and taking
hitching little breaths as he cuddled closer and closer into Asami’s arms.
The ruffled, upset feathers of his wings began to slowly droop and settle back
into place under Asami’s loving touches. The scent of the Omega’s slick was
thick in the air and his cock was throbbing with it and he slowly began to
realize… it wasn’t coming from where he thought it was coming from. He raised
his fingers to his nose and sniffed the pungent smell. They were coated in a
sweet, salty smelling oil and Asami realized that like birds, Akihito had oil
glands that produced a protective coating for his feathers. He felt gently
along the delicates bones of the boy’s wings. They felt like twigs, light and
delicate and so, so easily breakable.
Akihito was snuffling into the side of his neck now and rocking his pretty hips
against him. He cried out loudly when Asami finally found what he was looking
for. A small bud on the joint of one of his wings. He rolled his fingers over
it and Akihito cried out loudly. A small gush of fluid burst onto the pads of
his fingers. The smell of Omegan slick grew thicker.
“P-puh-lease Alpha!”
Asami smiled as he complied, brushing it again and seeking out more of the
small, sensitive buds with his fingers, squeezing and rolling them and
stimulating the angel’s delicate broken wings as he petted and groomed them. He
had no way of knowing how healing his touch was to the young, abused Omega, but
it was. The last one to groom his wings was his mother.
He cried and wept on the Alpha’s neck, his joyful tears staining Asami’s shirt
as the Alpha spoke to him, keeping up a running litany of nonsense and praise,
“Not broken baby, just lost and confused. Not broken. You’re ok, everything is
ok, perfect, just as you are. Perfect, perfect for me, everything I ever
wanted. Never gonna let you go. Gonna feed you and take care of you. We’ll have
babies together and I’ll take care of them too. Would you like that? Like to
have my babies?”
“Uh-huh…” Akihito’s wet lashes fluttered up and open as he gazed into his
Alpha’s eyes.
“You want to be my Omega?”
Akihito did. He wanted to belong to this man, this powerful Alpha. He wanted
what he promised. Aki nodded his head again as he looked into Asami’s eyes.
“Then you have to trust me ok?”
He sniffled, “Ok.”
The older man smiled, “Ok.”
He stood, lifting Akihito with him and then laid the boy down on his belly on
the bed. Wide blue eyes peered back over his knobby shoulder. Too thin Asami
thought to himself, far too thin. He couldn’t wait to feed him up. Delicious
meats and cheeses, fattening cakes and sweets until those pretty cheeks were
round and dimpled and Akihito’s body was fat with his child. He smiled at the
idea of feeding his little baby Omega as he stripped his clothes off.
With every piece of clothing he took off, Akihito’s eyes got wider and wider
until they were round with astonishment. Asami palmed at his cock. It was big
and plump and meaty, and Asami was proud of it, but he didn’t want to scare his
little one.
The angel’s wings rested on his back. They already looked better, the feathers
combed and straight and fluffy and not so crumpled and broken looking. Asami
had faith that with love and time and attention they would mend. His baby boy
wasn’t broken, just bruised. Asami ran his hands over those pretty little wings
again and enjoyed the way they stretched and strained to press up into his
touch. The feathers fluffed up in response and then lay down as Asami smoothed
them carefully. Akihito moaned in pleasure.
He brushed his hands down slender hips, his thumbs brushing into the hollow of
a delicate back and then up over a plump fat little bottom. Half starved as his
little one is, it doesn’t seem to have affected this part of him. He has the
most perfect ass Asami had ever seen.
Asami kisses the tender skin of his back as he sinks his finger between
Akihito’s legs.
"Oh!" the boy cried, and his wings fluttered as Asami’s finger slid deep into
that melty-hot, omega ripe hole. His finger was already oily from stroking his
wings but he hardly needed it. The Omega’s tiny boycunt was creamy for his
touch. Asami had never felt anything so perfect as the perfect, summer sweat
plushness wrapped around his one finger. And that was just his finger.
The Alpha dropped his head, panting noisily and he fought to bring his desires
under control. Slick was pumping out around his finger, and it felt like
Akihito’s body was practically febrile. The boy arched up like he was dying.
“Please Alpha!!”
Asami snarled as he pumped another finger into that tiny hot little hole and
began to pump his long fingers in and out up to the knuckles.
“What do you want baby? You want me to take you?”
The little Omega’s back arched up in a silent plea and Asami bent his head to
trail his tongue around that tender stretched little hole, lapping up the slick
that was displaced by his fingers.
“You want me to finger you?”
Aki shook his head and his feathers ruffled irritably. Asami laughed and
withdrew them, “No? How about this then?”
He didn’t give the boy a chance to reply before he was showing his face into
the angel’s creamy cleft. He ate his hot juicy sex out, tongue working and
pressing hard and up and into him as Akihito made a strangled little sound like
scream, muffled into the bedsheets and humped his precious ass backwards.
Finally, his mouth and chin soaked, he stopped, “You like that baby, like it
when I put my tongue up that pretty butt of yours? I can taste your ass honey,
all wet and sloppy and sweet. Want me to do it again? Lick you until you cum
all over yourself?”
Akihito’s feathers ruffled irritably again and Asami grinned because ruffling
his pretty boy’s feathers was quickly becoming his favorite pasttime.
He purred in his deep Alpha voice into the boy’s ear as he moved up to cover
him with his heat and his strength, “What do you want my precious, beloved,
perfect little Omega?”
Blue eyes flashed angrily and Asami grinned at the first sign of the feisty
spirit he knew was hidden in there, beat down by years of misuse.
He pressed his hardness up into the valley between Akihito’s plump buttcheeks,
“Hungry for Alpha cock? Want it in you? Want to feel that cock hard and heavy
between your legs, thats what you want isn’t it baby Omega?”
His lips were close to Akihito’s and the boy turned his head to the side and
snipped at his lower lip painfully with sharp little teeth, “Want your cock
Alpha! Yours!”
Asami’s eyes flashed and foreplay was over with one swift plunge of his hips.
His hand slipped underneath and closed over Akihito’s small vestigial organ,
holding him up and in place so he could hilt himself in the boy’s perfect, lush
hole. The angel came immediately, crying out and clenching his tight sex, even
tighter around the thick rod of his Alpha’s cock. His cum was but a tiny little
squirt and a trickle in the center of Asami’s palm. He supposed that was normal
for an Omega, after all, Akihito was made to carry babies inside him…. not make
babies, that was what Alpha’s were for. Asami roared as he came, gripping
slender flanks tightly, gushing buckets of semen, pumping an enormous load into
the boy’s thin belly until it swelled and plumped, rounded between his bony
hipbones just a little.
The Alpha buried his dark head into the soft white feathers as they fluttered
weakly and his knot swelled, locking them in place. Aki mewled in discomfort as
his poor virginal hole was relentlessly stretched open. Seeking to distract him
from his pain, Asami nosed along the fine bones of those lovely wings and then
lapped at one of Akihito’s oil gland. The boy jerked under him again and so of
course, Asami had to bite down on it. Akihito cried and Asami felt another gush
of wetness burst into his palm. His golden eyes glimmered with the new
knowledge and then he moved to sink his teeth into the scent gland on Akihito’s
neck.
The Omega cried and sobbed joyfully as his Alpha claimed him with a mating
bite, forever changing his scent and marking it him as claimed as he filled his
belly with his seed. Akihito’s long dark lashes fluttered as Asami whispered
words of love into his ear…
Akihito didn't wake up until several hours later. He would never have imagined
that mating would take so many rounds. Asami had been enjoying his body way too
much.
The king had spent many hours just staring at his petite little body in utter
fascination while the omega slept his exhaustion away. After that he left the
huge bedroom to call Kirishima to plan their royal marriage. The kingdoom would
be delighted to hear the good news. Their queen was going to be an actual
omega, and the prettiest one that had ever existed.
 
                                       ✩
 
Last night must have been a dream, Akihito thought, before opening his pretty
eyes. He stretched out on the big bed, admiring the huge and luxurious bedroom.
Everything was so light and clean, and he couldn't see a trace of dust on the
marble floor. The diaphanous curtains were fluttering as a gentle breeze made
its way into the room. Akihito felt so... at home. The first time he had ever
felt that way since falling from the floating mountains.
Akihito noticed that he was wearing clothes and looked down. Someone had
dressed him in white silk. it wasn't a shirt per se, something better described
as a piece of cloth that wrapped around his belly and shoulders, showing off
his wings. He felt so clean and light. 'Is this what freedom feels like?'
He put his feet onto the floor, and bit his lip to keep from laughing aloud.
Akihito felt so liberated, he just wanted laugh and jump and dance around the
room like a crazy maniac.
He walked slowly to the window, not daring to get too close since it was open,
and just looked at the bright blue sky with birds flying way above. Akihito
fluffed up his wings unconsciously... the desire to fly was an itch that never
went away.
"Can I.... one day...?" He whispered softly.
His broken wings seemed little heavy on his back. They were not as crumpled as
before, no longer dirty, and no that torn anymore. Akihito remembered that
Asami had groomed them, cleaned them up, and adored every single feather.
"This is a dream, isn't it?" He murmured, cautiously stepping forward.
Akihito closed his eyes and listened to Asami repeat the words he had said the
night before in his mind. 'Not broken baby, just lost and confused. Not broken.
You’re fine, everything is okay, perfect, just as you are. Perfect, perfect for
me, everything I have ever wanted. Never gonna let you go.'
"Not broken..."
All of a sudden, he felt strong arms hug him from behind, intimately,
affectionately. "I told you..." a deep voice muttered in his ear. "You're
perfect the way you are."
Akihito opened his eyes shyly to look at his new mate, blushing adorably. "But
I can't fly..."
Asami glanced at the birds flying high. Their movements were so fluid and
natural and effortless, but he knew that the wind in such a high place was
actually very strong. He held the injured bird in his arms tighter against his
chest. "You can't fly just yet. But with me, you'll grow stronger and fly
higher. I promise, nothing will stand between us as we rule the land and the
sky, together."
"Rule?" Akihito looked up at Asami with curious eyes.
The man smiled. "I am king."
Akihito widened his eyes for a few seconds, too amazed for words. Asami
worriedly asked, "Are you okay?"
The boy stepped out of his arms and covered his mouth with his hands.
"Akihito?"
Tears filled his eyes and Asami felt his heart tighten. "Akihito...?"
"Are you serious? You're a king?"
"The greatest king of all time." The man answered. He wanted to embrace the boy
and kiss his tears away, but remained standing where he was. He didn't want to
scare or hurt Akihito in any way.
The boy smiled sadly as tears trickled from his crystal eyes. "I am a prince
myself... I was supposed to marry a noble. I always wanted to make my father
proud and follow his path and do whatever he decided for me.... I was supposed
to marry a man, a noble... But I-I didn't like that man. My father said he
would forgive me and that it was okay to choose another suitor..." he sobbed as
the misery of his past started surfacing, choking him. "But then, he died
mysteriously and the suitor tried to force my hand into marriage. That's why I
ran away and fell and could never return back home... That man... that man now
sits on my father's throne and he is ruling the Floating Mountains in my
place.... All this time I felt like a failure, a disappointment to father in
the afterlife. But now, I have mated with a king, a true king and I know...
that father is proud of me. This... this is my home now."
Asami reached out to the boy and kissed him deeply, hugging him lovingly. He
could see that the boy was overwhelmed with emotions at that point, both of joy
and of sadness as he recalled his father's tragic death.
"Baby... I will take your home back. We will overthrow that man and you will
sit at your father's throne. We're going to rule the sky and the land, even the
sea and the deepest caverns, together. From now on, there will not be a day
that you're not beside me."
Asami kissed the top of his beloved's head, simply holding him as he let out
the last of his tears. After a while, Akihito finally sniffed one last time and
looked up at him.
"Sorry... I wet your shirt."
Asami chuckled and silenced him with a kiss. "It's okay. Anything for you, my
love."
They stood there for a moment, enjoying each other's company when Akihito
looked up again.
"Forever?" He whispered, a little nervously.
Asami looked down at him and smiled tenderly. He was never going to let this
gift from the heavens go. He had made up his mind from the moment they had met.
"Forever."
Chapter End Notes
     I tried to add Amelita as co-autor of the 4th chapter but I think
     doesn't work like that?
     Thanks to my beta, she is the best!Kinoshita1227
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