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Bruce’s heart thrums wildly in his ears, as he sprints through the ruined remains of Gotham City.
It’s completely devoid of life.
The aliens made sure of that.
His cowl had been shredded during the initial battle leaving his face exposed.
But that’s not his biggest concern right now.
He twists and turns weaving through scattered debris as he makes his way to the grove on the city’s outskirts.
If he could just get to the lake, he could use the mud to mask his scent…
He barely makes it to the tree line before a solid form crashes against his back knocking him to the ground.
He lets out a startled yelp before twisting beneath his attacker. His weight shifting just enough to cause them to tumble down a steep slope.
They roll to an abrupt stop with Bruce landing on top. He briefly takes in the form beneath him.
It’s a large alpha male with black hair, wearing elegant white robes, and who reeks of cardamom-and-cinnamon.
He looks jarringly human.
At least one without imperfections that is.
And whose vibrant blue eyes have been darkened by desire.
Bruce goes to push himself up only for a strong grip to snag one of his wrists.
“Let go of me” He growls out, only to be met with a smile.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Bruce freezes as another hand snakes it way around his back tugging him flush against the alien’s broad chest.
His eyes widen in horror as lips collide with his own. He tries to bite at the tongue invading his mouth.
But, the flesh does not break.
Once they part Bruce gasps feeling like all the air was sucked from his lungs.
He feels disoriented as their positions flip once more. The alien’s smile only seeming to brighten as he gazes down upon his prone form.
Bruce feels himself begin to slowly sink. He quickly realizes he’s lying in mud. His gaze shifts to his right landing on a body of water.
The lake
Not that it does him any good now.
“I’m so glad I didn’t use my powers to catch you. This is much more satisfying.”
Anger overtakes Bruce at the confirmation of being toyed with. He clenches his free hand into a fist before striking at the face above him.
Only to cry out in pain at the feeling of his own bones shattering upon impact.
“Careful!” The alien’s face remains undamaged, but twists into something akin to concern.
He sits back using one hand to keep Bruce pinned down, and the other to gently grasp the injured hand. His eyes briefly take on an eerie glow as he looks it over. His brows crinkling as if in thought.
“There’s a break in the neck of your fifth metacarpal bone.”
He glances at the tattered remains of Bruce’s cape bunched to one side. Then, abruptly tears off a chunk of the fabric using it to wrap the injury. After that he carefully places it above Bruce’s head.
“Keep that there.” He says in a tone that sounds simultaneously like a command…and a warning.
Bruce casts a heated glare, but keeps his limb limp even after the alien releases his hold.
The alpha’s hands skim over the remnants of dark armor searching for the clasps. Bruce stiffens at the sensation of the pieces being slowly removed and tossed aside.
The aliens fingers glide along the material of his exposed under-suit eventually settling on the hem of his shirt.
He then lifts the fabric up, and over Bruce’s shoulders. Only pausing briefly to tear open the right sleeve to help bypass the injured hand. Once removed he lays it on top of the discarded armor.
The alpha sits back taking in the exposed skin of the omega beneath him. His brows knitting in surprise at the sight of a multitude of old wounds.
“What happened to you?” He says idly tracing his fingers over the silvery flesh of a jagged scar spanning across his chest. He then does the same to one stretching up the expanse of his side.
Bruce lets out a low warning growl. “Quit touching me.”
Suddenly a comforting aroma of spices flood Bruce’s senses. His eyes instantly fluttering shut, while his body becomes lax.
He unconsciously releases his own pheromones of smokey-amber in response.
The happy trill of the alpha reaches his ears.
*
By the time he comes back to his senses the rest of his clothing has been removed.
Along with the alien’s…
“Look at you. So responsive.” The alpha grins wiping a thumb along the slick dripping down his inner thigh.
Bruce grits his teeth cursing his body’s biological response.
Every muscle in his body tenses when the alpha clambers between his legs placing his palms on either side of his head.
He takes a sharp inhale at the feeling a cock teasing his entrance.
Another wave of pheromones overwhelms him, forcing his body to relax once more.
There’s another gush of slick.
The alpha lets out a content rumble before finally breaching him. There’s a simultaneous groan as the member reaches its hilt.
The alien pauses, allowing the other to adjust to the stretch. After a few moments his hips begin thrusting at a steady pace.
Bruce lolls his head to the side, bitting his lower lip to stifle a moan. The alpha takes advantage of this to kiss and nibble at the exposed mating gland.
“Don’t hide from me.” He murmurs gently cupping Bruce’s jaw. “I want to see those pretty eyes of yours.”
Bruce instantly closes them in defiance.
The alpha frowns in disappointment. He begins quickening his pace, adjusting the human’s hips beneath him.
He smirks as a particular angle has the omega’s metallic-blue eyes flying back open with a lewd moan. He makes sure to keep hitting that same spot as his knot begins to inflate.
Bruce’s next moan is swallowed by a filthy kiss. At this point his mind has been rendered helpless with pleasure. He can’t help but return it, allowing entry for their tongues to clash without any resistance.
He feels the knot swelling, and the alpha’s thrusts slowing as it catches against his rim.
A particularly hard thrust has his mind whiting out while choking on a silent scream.
The knot expands to its full width locking them in place.
The alpha’s weight falls on top of him like a blanket, quickly followed by the sharp pin prick of fangs piercing his mating gland.
He hisses at the sensation at first, but it slowly shifts back to that of pleasure as the alpha licks the wound.
It takes his mind a moment to catch up to what just happened.
He’s been force bonded.
He should be worried about this.
He should be very very worried.
But when the alpha rolls them onto their sides to face one another, he can’t help but let out a blissful chirp from ecstasy.
By the time the knot deflates he’s already passed out from exhaustion.
*