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   Hopeless. Helpless. Trapped. Mark was too weak, too terrified to do more than fire off a single shot and try to claw at the Alternate before he was swiftly overpowered. The alpha wrestled the gun from him; shoved him backward. He tripped over the edge of his bed and fell back against his sheets as the Alternate pounced.

    It was all too much! The fear, the fighting; going days without any heat blockers. Heat exploded through his mind like sparkler fireworks freshly set off. His screams turned to terrified whimpers as nature ruthlessly tore at his reasoning. Angry alpha, everything inside him shrieked as he drowned in the heavy scent of the Alternate. Give up! Give in! Anything but fight something he couldn't win against!

     Mark tilted his head, bared his neck in submission as he whined and played the very last card that he had. The Alternate swiftly noticed the change. It was even quicker to take advantage. Clenched hands uncurled, tore at his clothing until Mark lay bare before it. It touched him. The once familiar hands of his friend stroked over his chest, pulled at his nipples; tugged his shaking legs into place over its shoulders. He lost track of time after that, fear and unwanted pleasure mixing together in his mind as his heat threatened to fully pull his senses under, until-

    Lukewarm metal. Even through the thick hazy of his heat, Mark froze. The Alternate made a sound of amusement. Mark stayed absolutely still against his sheets as fresh terror twisted in his veins. Cool metal circled his twitching hole and gradually traced its way through his slick toward its source.

    The omega's heart painfully fluttered. The Alternate was going to shoot him there. It probably wouldn't even finish him off, but leave him to one of the worst death he could possibly imagine. Instinct violently pushed out the last dredges of thought as he slipped into complete survival mode.

    The omega whined, doing his best to convey pitiful helplessness to the Alpha above him. He breathed in that heavy scent and pleadingly whimpered; went fully boneless to display that he was no threat that needed to eliminated. There was nothing but silence for the longest moment of his life, and then the alpha gave a warm chuckle.

    "Good omega," the Alternate mockingly praised him. The omega's entire being latched onto the compliment. Mark whined in the back of his throat. The muzzle dipped inside. Mark's breath caught in his throat as the alpha slowly pressed the gun deeper. The human's walls gradually gave way to uncompromising metal and he widened his legs, shifted his hips to try to find a more comfortable position.

     The Alternate gave a few exploratory thrusts. Metal glided along Mark's slick walls as he struggled to breathe and adjust to- White hot pleasure seared through his veins as the muzzle clipped his prostate. His legs jerked as he moaned. "Oh? Did I find something you like?" The Alternate teased him. Mark felt the gun in him twist slightly, pointedly aim towards-

     The muzzle pressed against his prostate. Slid over it, the metal now slick and warm with the heat of him. Again and again. Mark moaned, the mortal fear of what was really inside him slipping away like honey through fingers as he threw his head back against his pillow. "That's it," the static voice above him hissed, satisfied, "take what's given, just like you were created to." The Alternate's free arm curled around Mark's raised thighs to better keep him in place. The omega's cheeks went hot, his pleading whimpers now thin as pleasure throbbed through him at every press of the gun. His back arched, inadvertently giving the Alternate-

     Tears welled in the corners of Mark's eyes and slide down his cheeks as the alpha instantly took advantage of the improved angle. Hot, uncompromising metal slid unerringly over his prostate, never breaking contact as the massage shoved him faster and faster toward- Mark cried out and came undone as his insides tightened around the barrel. Wetness flooded through him, covered the gun, coated the Alternate's hand and the sheets beneath them. He slumped, breathing hard.

    The Alternate leaned forward then. A warm mouth with too many teeth locked against his neck and he shuddered through the bonding. He felt the gun leave him; felt arms pull him into a tight hold. Exhausted, Mark couldn't stop his eyes from closing.