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wheneclipsefalls · 10 months ago

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I really don't know how to fully express how much comments like this mean to me! The fact that you spent all of this time and effort to tell me exactly your thoughts and reactions is simply amazing! I've had comments like this from different people during my time posting online and I'm telling you that I remember each and every one! They are so lovely and detailed that I take an hour to read them fully simply because I get so excited and bashful during it that I have to take breaks. Not only that but it sparks my inspiration and motivation to increase tenfold and that is not an exaggeration. It is a reminder to me that all of the time and effort I put into crafting these characters and their stories has not been for nothing, that there are truly other people out there who appreciate it.

Sincerely thank you so much! I can not say that enough! Your support has made me giddy and happy in such a special way.

Anyways, now that I've done my time sobbing over this, here are some responding thoughts.

/He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted./ Broooooo, it's a party. YOUR party! Chill tf out 😂

Hahaha Kxolo soemtimes does not know how to chill. Then again, I would say that part of his cause here is from not getting laid for a long time.

/He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him./ and /Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it./ YOU LEAVE MY GIRL'S NAME OUT OF THIS! SHE'S NEVER DONE A SINGLE THING WRONG IN HER ENTIRE LIFE

This made me BURST OUT LAUGHING! It's true, Vamai is just a good friend that happens to love dancing and love encouraging Neteyam to join her. Kxolo has such an interesting relationship with this fact because he LOVES to watch Neteyam dance, he LOVES TO DROOL OVER NETEYAM DANCING, and he LOVES to join him in saucy dances. However, another part of him DOES NOT LOVE to think of other males witnessing this art too.

When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple./ The 'mocking praises' are what I live for omggggggg they can be so fucking hot

Mocking praises make me WEAK in the knees. If a man like Kxolo ever said half the stuff I've wrote in Ma Neteyam I would simple fall into a puddle on the floor

heir tails wrapped together until they were intertwined. “Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss./ Their tails wrapping around each other like a pinky promise 🥰

Awww that is so true and so adorable *sobs in the corner*

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.”/ AHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥵🥵🥵🥵

I wrote most of this fic in a PUBLIC library and I remember getting to this part specifically and just STRUGGLING to keep my composure

He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians./ Vamai best wingwoman everrrrrrr

This story truly owes her SO MUCH!

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.” “So you think.”/ This whole exchange is so funny to me cause Pulo's being waaaaayyy bold with how he's talking Kxolo and I keep expecting Kxolo to be like 'alright chill tf out with how you're talking' and instead its Resaal who has to put her mate in his place lmao. Their banter is so cute - I love when couple's can have easy and fun banters back and forth like this.

Pulo and Resaal have a very dramatic enemies to lovers romance so they actually spent years claiming to hate each other. Now that they are mated they still aren't afraid to call each other out or push one another's buttons. Resaal is VERY comfortable teasing and pushing him and Pulo vice versa. This push and pull dynamic is something that secretly makes them feel satisfied and draw closer together. They are both too head strong to enjoy something easy. I'm glad you enjoyed this exchange as much as I did!

This is such a Neteyam thing to do! Not only as an omega who are stereotypically kind/caring/thoughtful, but I feel like canon Neteyam would also do this for his partner. He's a quiet observer, he watches people (mostly Lo'ak in the movies) but you can see how he just watches everyone and then steps in if he's needed. I think that would translate into his romantic relationships as well and would be one of those 'how did you even know I liked this specific kind of soup' moments. Plus canon Neteyam is a sweetheart - you can't tell me he wouldn't do all he can to celebrate his partner's birthday.

ABSOLUTELY! Not only because he is thoughftul and observant but also because he is used to doing everything in his power to make things perfect. He trains until he knows the skills perfectly. He organizes things until it's good enough to make his parents proud. And now that he has a true mate in his life he obssesses over ensuring that their birthday is amazing. It is one of the many ways he shows his love. Kxolo finds it incredibly heart warming and apprecites it fully, but truth be told that boy could hang a dead carcass as a celebration and as long Neteyam is his, Kxolo is delighted.

OMFGGGGGG I HATE when parents (or things like religious guilt or the like) get in the way of moments that are supposed to be fun and pleasurable and private. There shouldn't be any guilt when it comes to sex in general, but as much as I hate it - I love that you added this part in cause it makes it all the more realistic. I empathize with Kxolo for his struggle to deal with his father's words and probable disapproval. And the resulting bond that creates for him with Neteyam is all the more stronger because of it and I love that Neteyam is someone that he can finally feel safe with enough to be himself instead of just the person he has to be in order to be Olo'eyktan.

THIS. THIS is exactly what I was trying to convey, thank you for understanding it so fully. Kxolo doesn't like to talk about it but his upbringing was rough and harsh. He had to learn how to value his own opinions over that of his fathers and learn to trust his own judgment. It was incredibly difficult but its what makes Kxolo a wonderful leader and confident man, as well as knowing how to show empathy and love (especially to Neteyam as he understand that pressure the omega puts on himself to make his parents happy).

/It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him./ Let the poor baby finish his dance, Kxolo! He worked really hard on it! 😭

This rehearsed dance is going to be staple between the two. Kxolo is ready to beg on his knees if that is what it takes to have a performance of it whenever he'd like. However, seeing it for the first time is such a beautiful mix of heaven and hell for a man that hasn't gotten laid in weeks

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence./ Kxolo is so real for this 😂 I'd be impatient too

Kxolo's love language is 110% physical touch so watching this beautiful dance is exciting to say the least but when you tell him he can't touch and manhandle his mate the way he would like, now he has a problem

Anyways, thank you again for these wonderful thoughts! I will always cherish them and you<3

(Also I didn't proofread this so sorry about the mistakes that I know must be there)

Would you be willing to write a chapter where Neteyam gives Kxolo a lap dance? hehehe 😏😏😏👀👀👀

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist AO3

Warnings: eplicit NSFW content, omegaverse, established relationship, power imbalance, aged up characters, anal, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, not an exhaustive list. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Important note: This drabble takes place in the future in the Ma Neteyam universe, after the first book.

A/N: Thank you for waiting so long! You'll have to be patient with my writing on this one. It felt like word choice and I were duking it out, but I had a lot of fun writing it. If you enjoy it, as always, comments reblogs and asks mean the world to me and motivates me to write more! Enjoy<3

Kxolo shifted the feathers laying across his shoulders again. Wearing the ceremonial clothing had always been an honor and one that the alpha never took lightly but right now it felt as if the material was going to suffocate him. Still, he couldn’t let the appearance of his annoyance shine through. Especially not on a day like today. His birthday.

A day where the entire clan had come together and decided to throw a festival lasting from mid afternoon until deep into the night. He knew he had Neteyam to thank for many of the details that went into such an occasion. His sweet omega had been running rampant for the past moon cycle, organizing every little surprise and delight in secret until the big day. More times than one he had found the boy huddled in the healer’s tent to speak with his cousin in hushed whispers.

Try as he might, Neteyam had been relentless in keeping every morsel of this day a surprise and truly he had to admit that it had been perfect. His favorite food, people, music and location all rolled in together in spectacular celebration.

Kxolo subconsciously ran his thumb over the new smooth leather of his knife sheath. The same one that Neteyam had woken him up with this morning as a gift. His little mate couldn’t wait another five minutes before nervously presenting the hand crafted gift. His old sheath had been completely thrown aside and forgotten in favor of this personalized one, something he knew would continue to be the case. However, before he had the chance to thank his mate properly, they were interrupted by friends already putting into play the first part of the day’s festivities

It had been a real strain to put on a wide smile and act like his closest friends weren’t being the worst cock block imaginable.

As much as he loved the effort and true love that had gone into the celebration it was also the main thing that had kept Neteyam busy and away from their hut for the majority of their days. The boy had been zipping back and forth across the village with only small kisses to give before slipping from his grip to do the next task.

The last time Neteyam had wiggled himself off of the alpha’s lap amid passionate kissing, Kxolo had been dangerously close to insisting on canceling the lavish events just so he could have his omega back for more than five minutes. However, he could never do that. Not when Neteyam looked up at him with those golden eyes that sparkled with excitement and mischief as he once again denied Kxolo’s request to be filled in on details. How was he supposed to take that away from his little love?

“Brother, I can tell that extra year has already aged you into an old man.” Pulo settled beside him on a stump, handing over another wineskin full of strong drink. The party continued forward with a blurry of crowded dancing and intoxicated youth slipping off to hide their drunkenness.

He considered going over to reprimand them, but resisted.

Let the boys have some fun. It’s a party after all.

“I fear it is this mysterious concoction from Epok that has brought me there.” Kxolo responded but took another swig regardless. Even with his experience drinking the alcoholic fermented fruit, he had to admit that this was the strongest batch Epok had made in years. He made a mental note to keep the substance away from Neteyam. No doubt the sweet boy would be toppled over within a few sips.

“Soft as a flower, you’ve become.” Pulo teased, earning him a playful jab to the ribs. “Your little omega is already running circles around you.”

Kxolo’s eyes shifted back over to where Neteyam was continuing to dance without a care. It was a good look on him. A rare sight to behold, the eldest Sully child letting himself go. So far it had been the Olo’eyktan’s favorite part of the night, especially when Neteyam rolled his hips sensually to the beat of the base drum. At some point however, the dancing had turned into such erotica that Kxolo became ever more conscious of any wandering gazes.

He knew pushing Neteyam to Vamai would come back to bite him.

“He’s been doing that for weeks.”

“Ah, I see.” Pulo mused. “Someone missing their one on one time?”

Kxolo’s eyes shot like daggers to his chuckling friend. Leave it to Pulo to tease him on his birthday without a hint of remorse. However, Kxolo couldn’t deny that he appreciated how easily Pulo could read his emotions. Many times they required little words to communicate with one another.

“Wait, does this mean you didn’t like our little surprise this morning?” Pulo let out an overdone gasp, hand placing over his heart with a feigned wounded expression. “Surely our mighty Olo’eyktan would never wish to be away from his People.”

Kxolo rolled his eyes before swinging them back to his dancing omega.

“Of course not.” Another swig of alcohol and it burned just as much as the first.

His internal pouting, however, was cut short when Neteyam stumbled over towards him. Not willing to let the opportunity, or rather omega, slip away, his arms reached out and snatched the boy onto his lap. Neteyam’s drunken giggle rang through the air as he allowed himself to be manhandled across the Olo’eyktan’s muscular thighs.

“There you are.” Kxolo drawled out along Neteyam’s ear. Pulo’s little snort was ignored as he continued to run his flat nose over the column of his mate’s throat.

“You stopped dancing.”

“I enjoyed watching.” Kxolo reviled in the way Neteyam still blushed at comments like that, even after all this time being mated. He nosed at the rising tint blossoming over his cheeks.

“You’ve liked your birthday then?” Neteyam attempted to turn his face and get a good look at the male but his alpha was already nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“Mmm very much so. It’s perfect.” The feathers magically no longer itched as he was embraced with the sweet warm scent of his love. He basked in the swirled of essence that had been oh so missed over the last few weeks.

Neteyam on the other hand apparently had decided this distraction would be the chance to grasp at the wineskin in Kxolo’s hands. The alpha just barely managed to whip it away before those small fingers could clasp around it.

“Ah ah, this one’s not for you, baby boy.” Kxolo struggled to hold in the deep chuckle at the sight of Neteyam’s pouting, scrunched up expression. It was clear the boy was already tipsy from the watered down communal alcohol. One swig would be enough to swirl him into incoherency and for sure then their night would be over. “Trust me, you don’t want it.”

To prove his point further, the open bottle was brought under Neteyam’s nose. Instantly the omega scrunched up even more and turned away. Kxolo’s laughter rumbled against the boy’s back.

“I asked Epok to make the drinks but if you don’t like-”

“It is perfect. Mawey, sweet one.”

Neteyam visibly relaxed but a hint of that mischief still shined through.

“So perfect that you won’t let me try it?” Despite Neteyam’s batting lashes and lip bite Kxolo was compelled to once again deny his request. Instead he opted to playfully nip at that trapped bottom lip. Neteyam blushed a deeper red, pushing back at his alpha’s shoulders. He was not easily swayed, instead wrapping his arms around the boy's waist and pulling him closer until the omega couldn’t escape the persistent kissing.

Contrary to Neteyam’s outraged little squeak, his tails flickered with excitement.

“I suppose here is as good a place as any, but do let me know if I should herd the children away, brother.” Pulo smirked but it was short lived as a harsh yank pulled at his braids. Pulo’s mate did not back down from his responding hiss. Resaal flashed him a cunning smirk.

“Leave them be, won’t you? Olo’eyktan is not required to let your jesting slip by, no matter how long you have known him.” Resaal scolded but it only lit a fire in Pulo’s eyes.

“I too am neither required to put up with your bossy attitude, paskalin.”

“So you think.” Resaal purred, back away when Pulo reached for her hips. With confidence bursting from the seams she gracefully lured the other alpha away from the pair, a welcome intervention in Kxolo’s opinion. He made a mental note to think twice before sending Resaal away with a scavenging party for months on end. He loved his friend, but Pulo often became restless without his mate to challenge that fire out of him.

“Sweet peace.” Kxolo sighed before diving back in to leave kisses along Neteyam’s throat.

“Wait wait, I have a surprise for you.”

“So many surprises, baby boy. You have done enough.” Kxolo leveled his voice to sound sweet and endearing but he couldn’t deny that a part of him dreaded another celebratory surprise, especially with his omega already so sweetly perched in his lap. So close to the goal and yet his own birthday seemed to be getting in the way of what he wanted most.

“You will like this one. I promise.” It was the waver in Neteyam’s voice that caught his attention. Hesitation clearly spanned over the omega’s features and it made his own tail perk in alert. “Come.” Neteyam demanded, taking the alpha’s larger hand in his own to pull him away.

Finally realizing that his wishes were about to come true, Kxolo let himself be pulled along. Excitement ramped higher as the omega began leading them towards the outskirts of the party. He did, however, not miss the way Vamai and Neteyam exchanged a secret look, the other omega nodding in response before running off to speak with the musicians.

The only thing growing faster than his curiosity was Kxolo’s lust as he abashedly watched his mate’s hips side to side with each step. It had been too long, far too long and Kxolo suddenly remembered what it was like to be an insatiable teenager again. He hadn’t so desperately yearned for physical affection from Neteyam since the first few weeks he had stolen the boy away.

It was an experience he had no desire to repeat, every day feeling like a battle as he held himself back from acting on his most carnal yearnings.

Neteyam led them deeper into the forest until they were out of sight of any clan members but the music still rippled through the trees.

When Neteyam gently pushed his shoulders down until Kxolo was sitting on a stump the alpha wasted no time in pulling his mate onto his lap and connecting their lips once more. He allowed his hands to wander greedily over the omega’s soft skin, squeezing at the plump flesh of his exposed ass.

“You are right, I do enjoy this surprise, little one.” He breathed out, barely letting their lips disconnect for a second. Neteyam on the other hand was slowly starting reel back and fumble a sentence together.

“Wait, yawne. This is not-” He gasped when Kxolo teeth sunk down on the exposed hickey lining his throat. “N-not the surprise.”

The alpha simply hummed in response, already getting to work on bringing the bruise back to its full color.

“Wait w-wait wait.” Neteyam rambled before somehow wiggling out of the alpha’s possessive grasp. Kxolo went to stand up and follow but he was gently urged to stay seated.

“Neteyam,” Kxolo drawled, voice on the edge of a deep growl.

“Just stay for a second.” Neteyam pecked his lips but that nervous demeanor had returned. Curiosity once again took the reins so Kxolo reluctantly listened to his orders. It was rare to see the boy so demanding and he was not about to scare its appearance away.

Neteyam took a steadying breath, nerves already flashing over his angelic features but the omega’s hands told another story. They skated over Kxolo shoulders and along the vibrant feathers. He was ready to bask in the touch without the barrier so Kxolo rashly shrugged the traditional attire off. For a moment he swore he could hear his father's rough voice scolding him.

An Olo’eyktan must always remember his status.

An Olo’eyktan does not carelessly toss such symbols.

His fingers twitched, tempted to place it back over his shoulders but then there were Neteyam’s small hands tracing every vein along his neck and collarbones. His father’s brash voice floated away and there was only Neteyam.

Only Neteyam.

The one person that Kxolo could truly be himself with. The only person that was able to wash away the burdens of leadership simply with his soothing presence.

His father was not here, it was only them.

Kxolo’s hands did their own exploring, marveling at the boy’s tapered waist and curved hips. Each male petted with a reverence that sung out like a silent prayer of appreciation. Although he could already feel his member straining against his restricting loincloth, Kxolo allowed himself to sink into the slow build up of the movement.

Neteyam’s hips swayed, but this time not from simple walking. Instead they whipped to the beat of the drum. In perfect accordance with the music, that beautiful form curved and rolled sensually. He had seen Neteyam dance before, especially when under the influence of strong drink, but this was different.

It was unashamed.

It was erotic.

One leg swept backwards in a drawled semicircle along the ground before placing his foot on the other side of Kxolo's thigh. Now practically straddling the alpha’s leg, Neteyam dragged his inner thighs along him. It rippled a shiver up Kxolo’s spine and when he looked up to find Neteyam blushing profusely, it only tempered another flare in his heart.

His perfect omega.

It was undoubtedly new territory for both of them. The closest thing that the couple had participated in were a few forbidden sensual dances at celebrations. Although Neteyam's nerves were ever present, the boy continued to grind and roll to the rhythm perfectly.

His smooth transitions spoke volumes of the time that Neteyam had no doubt put into practicing this specific dance. Thinking of the omega practicing such an erotic dance Kxolo knew it had Vamai’s name written all over it.

He went to rise and join his mate in this explicit dance but Neteyam shook his head once more, making the male sit down with a huff again. A flurry of emotions raged through him and when Neteyam turned the other way so he had an obstructed view of his perky backside, Kxolo swore he was on the edge of ruin.

His sultry gaze couldn’t stay away from the beautiful display before him, not with his omega’s sweet scent now evermore present than before. It infiltrated the Olo’eyktan’s senses until there was nothing left but the throbbing of his loins.

Kxolo went to pull him back towards him but this time Neteyam required little persuasion as he bent to hover his backside over his pulsating erection. Instead of sitting fully, the omega swiped his tail and ass gently over the area, creating figure eight patterns. It was a soft type of torture, the smallest touches creating an ravenous rush through him.

As he gripped those hips and watched the way bioluminescent lights bounced off of Neteyam’s swerving body, Kxolo swore this was the longest song in existence. The harder Kxolo dug his fingers into Neteyam’s flesh the higher the omega’s confidence slowly grew. Gone was the blossoming blush, now replaced with a flushed countenance and blown out pupils.

Kxolo was sure his little mate would deny it but there was surely a part of him that enjoyed torturing his alpha. It was evident in the way his eyes sparkled every time he had to refuse Kxolo’s demands to sit down fully.

He was tempted to stamp that mischievous fire out, to show what happens when naughty omegas taunt their alphas, but he let him continue. No matter how impatient and downright desperate he was becoming, the Olo’eyktan did not want to associate retribution with Neteyam’s new attitude too quickly. There was something all too satisfying about the push and pull of such interactions; not that he could let Neteyam know that.

Kxolo swore he no longer had control over his hands as they wandered over his body incessantly. It was extremely rewarding however when a sharp tug to Neteyam’s nipple had that familiar gasp rising to the surface. The omega stuttered slightly in his movements but didn’t let it deter him for long.

He was starting to question whether or not this was a surprise or a punishment when Neteyam stood back up and slipped out of his reach. The hanging crystals making up his shall worked perfectly to glisten in the moonlight and bring attention to every movement.

A mental image of ripping those beads off with his teeth came to the forefront. Of course Neteyam would be upset. He would also be upset at Kxolo messing up the intricate designs painted across his chest and thigh, but he would recover. The Olo’eyktan was willing to take the consequences in any form that it came, as long as it meant having his way with the boy finally.

It began to grade at his nerves this game of ‘you can look but you can’t touch’. At one point he swiped out to catch Neteyam’s tail but the omega tripped slightly and glared back at him.

Kxolo was on the edge of pinning the boy down when Neteyam finally sashayed back over to him. Sitting backwards on his lap and circling those sinful hips once more, Kxolo did not wait to be invited to have a taste. He bit down harshly at the back of the omega’s left shoulder.

The responding small mewl was a greater symphony than the entire song combined. It laced the contours of the drums increasing build in a perfect masterpiece.

Neteyam struggled to continue the choreographed movements as his mate’s groping became strategically calculated. Those long fingers tickled and swirled along his most sensitive and private areas, ones that only his alpha knew by heart. When a warm palm slid over the front of his loincloth to cup him, Neteyam jerked back with a little shriek.

“That is not part of the show.” He managed to quip back.

Kxolo simply chuckled, hand now slipping underneath the waistband.

“Perhaps the encore then, little one”

“Let me finish.” Neteyam whined, hips already bucking upwards on the contrary.

Kxolo’s hot breath tickled at his ears until those soft lips were tracing his right ear’s shape.

“You will finish, omega. As many times as I decide.” That dark promise sealed his fate within a breath. It was endearing to watch the way Neteyam still squirmed and insisted on getting to the end of the song, even as his small cock twitched with each stroke against it.

He would make it up to the boy later, let him do the dance to his heart’s content, but Kxolo was tired of waiting.

Even an Olo’eyktan has a limit to his patience.

“You keep trying to run off, rude little thing.”

Neteyam whimpered, muscles in his legs finally giving out as the pleasure became too much.

“Just b-been busy.” He exhaled out an exaggerated breath, finally letting the alpha dispose of his loincloth and get to work. “Wanted to make it per…ah…perfect.”

“It is perfect and so are you. Now stop trying to steal my omega away from me. Otherwise I can’t promise to always play nice.”

Neteyam started to rut up against the male’s hand in rapid motion, but all that did was rub him back against Kxolo’s member tortuously.

“Or fair.” Neteyam gritted out between clenched teeth.

Kxolo chuckled darkly before tucking his chin over Neteyam’s right shoulder, giving him the perfect view of his mate’s twitching cock in his grasp. When Neteyam began to shudder and shake, eyes clenching shut with a cry, the Olo’eyktan simply cood out mocking praises and kissed his sweaty temple.

It became ever so clear that he was not the only one wound up after so much time apart.

Neteyam’s body had become familiar terrain for the alpha. Even a shift in his scent could trigger how close his omega was to finding sweet relief. It was a fact he took advantage of quite often because there was nothing more addicting than pulling out new sounds from his mate’s lips, that is besides the feeling of Neteyam’s tight heat milking him for all he is worth.

“P-please c-can I…hmm….need to….”

“Perhaps.” Kxolo mused, placing another kiss to his shoulder blade as he sped up the pace.

“Daddy please!”

A feral grin spread over his lips.

“Cum for me.”

Neteyam followed the order almost simultaneously and when he did Kxolo gave in to his intrusive thoughts. With sharp fangs he gathered a chunk of beads and strands and ripped them away violently. The beads went flying in every which direction but now there was a no layer of protection between Neteyam’s soft skin and Kxolo’s torment.

When his fangs sunk into the supple flesh, Neteyam shook uncontrollably.

He took his time nursing and sucking at the mark until his mate was whining and trying to pry Kxolo’s hand off of his overstimulated length.

The omega’s chest heaved up and down in a rapid pace but Neteyam’s wafting scent told him everything he needed to know. It spoke of that still ever rising desire, a flame that was easily recouping to match Kxolo’s own.

“Soaked for me already.” Kxolo whispered, rolling his own hips up until Neteyam’s arousal was staining the front of his loincloth.

“Alpha…” Neteyam reached back, fingers trying to grasp onto something; anything. They found a hold on the alpha’s waistband and that was all the encouragement Kxolo needed to rip off chuck the garment away.

Were this any other night the Olo’eyktan would watch that neediness grow, appreciate every shift in Neteyam’s demeanor until his omega was so fucked out that pleas bled from his lips uncontrollably.

Tonight, however, Kxolo found himself just as insatiable. Every minute without that tight hole wrapped around him was another of the alpha’s torment. Neteyam only made matters worse as he began to rub back against him, almost as if he could find a way to slip his alpha’s cock inside of him just from grinding.

Kxolo’s hand snatched the front of Neteyam’s throat so fast it expelled all the oxygen from his lungs in a burst. Eyes rolling backwards, he rolled his head backwards to rest against the alpha’s collarbones.

“Baby boy.” He growled. Using the other hand he reached beneath them and positioned the tip just barely at Neteyam’s slick entrance. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?”

Eyes glistening with tears, Neteyam nodded hazily while pushing back.

Not good enough.

“Say it.”

His bulbous tip slipped just past the rim and Kxolo had to bite back a plethora of curses.

“Daddy I want to take all of your cock. Please!”

With one smooth thrust, Kxolo seated himself fully inside of the omega.

Who was he to deny such pretty pleas from his little mate?

“Great Mother, Neteyam! How did this little hole manage to get tighter?” His chest rumbled fervently and Kxolo once again felt another oral fixation coming on. The pretty marks covering Neteyam’s shoulder captivated him endlessly. Refreshing the color could never hurt.

“R-ready. Ready ready ready.” Neteyam babbled.

It was tempting to tease it out longer but Kxolo’s hips seemed to have another idea in mind as it took all of his concentration to not buck up into him. When he did, however, the result was electrifying. That clenching cavern fit him so perfectly, letting him carve out the space until there was not a doubt that this angel of a being was his.

No matter how many times they intertwined so intimately, nothing could ever erase the awe that washed over him every time Neteyam allowed him inside. The awe that they had finally made it, that they were mated and one before Eywa.

It was as if Neteyam could read his mind because he was quickly reaching back behind him to connect their neural queues hastily. As with every other time, warmth crashed through him boldly. It was the greatest satisfaction to feel his mate’s pleasure strumming through the bond, to know that he was pleasing the love of his life.

Their movements quickly became messy, spiraling out of control as Neteyam tried to rise up and down in tandem with Kxolo’s thrusts. When their lips found each other once more it was nothing but animalistic, a frenzy of urgency that neither was willing to live with. Had a clan member found them now, Kxolo was sure they would be shocked to see their naturally composed Olo’eyktan so untamed, unable to gather the slightest restraint.

That was the beauty of it.

Neteyam from the very beginning had brought out a side of him that he could express nowhere else.

Those special pieces of him belonged to his omega and his omega only.

Kxolo had to admire Neteyam’s rebounding sex drive. His fragrant essence was already tipping towards that natural burst of ecstasy quickly.

“Look at you. Already to the edge and ready for more.” Embarrassment was far from Neteyam’s mind, simply content to soak up the praise without objection. “What did I say?”

He plummeted to that special bundle of nerves and Neteyam couldn’t hold back his vibrant cry.

“As…..nahh….as many times as you decide.”

“Good boy.” Kxolo’s eyes shut on their own accord as his hips snapped upwards frantically. “Don’t hold back on me. Want that glimmering cum painting you inside and out.”

“Yes Daddy.”

If the trembling was any indication his mate was just as close to coming undone as he was. A new resolve sparked within him. The Olo’eyktan increased his efforts tenfold but then there was a small hand grasping his jaw. Neteyam’s tongues forcefully pushed its way past Kxolo’s lips and to the alpha’s surprise, claimed that area with ease. Their groans danced heatedly into the kiss until it was hard to recognize which taste was his own versus Neteyam’s.

The omega’s gummy walls squeezed around him just as Neteyam bit down on his lower lip. The pain rippled into a beautiful harmony with the height of his pleasure as they both reached peak together. Kxolo’s body took control, arms reaching out to make sure that not an inch of space could be formed between them.

Pelvis flush against the omega’s ass, warm seed painted those inner walls.

Through the bond he could track the moment Neteyam felt that primal claim. Even when Neteyam’s own release died down he was forced to ride out his alpha’s release through the bond. It shook him to the depth of his core.

Kxolo slumped forward against him, body shaking from the aftermath.

Several long moments passed with only heavy breathing to fill the silence. It was borderline painful to still be seated inside of such a tight channel but Kxolo didn’t dare to allow a gap between their bodies.

His stamina would ramp up again and once it did, he didn’t want the slightest chance of his omega teasing and running off again. Not that it would be possible in the first place. From the way Neteyam laid back against him completely limp, he figured it would be out of the question.

“I hope you aren’t too wrecked yet, baby boy.” He mocked, lips flickering up into a grin.

“As if.” Neteyam’s confidence wavered in its execution as his voice still trembled.

“Glad to hear because I know one last birthday gift you can give me.”

That perked Neteyam up, their eyes meeting finally.

“My omega all too myself.”

Neteyam’s lips parted.

“No more chores, no more late night tasks, baby boy.”

Neteyam giggled softly.

“I hope you don’t have any plans tonight or tomorrow because the only place I want to see you for the next day is in my bed.” Kxolo didn’t hold back the possessive growl lacing every word.

Their tails wrapped together until they were intertwined.

“Deal.” The omega whispered before connecting their lips in a soft kiss.

“Happy Birthday, Ma Kxolo.”

“Happy indeed.”

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Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.

Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode

Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam

Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.

A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3

“Hold still.” Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didn’t bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyam’s focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing.

“Who is she?” He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omega’s tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Olo’eyktan.

Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamai’s hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time.

“Her name’s Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.” Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. “Now if you’ll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.”

Neteyam’s own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxolo’s lips. Neteyam’s sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mate’s face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him.

“Nete!” Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. “Please for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!”

Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically.

“Remind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.” He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.

Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he would’ve found more interest in understanding her process.

“I just thought it would be a nice gift for Olo’eyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.” She cooed, pinching Neteyam’s cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.

“Nice for him or nice for you that he’d be in a grateful mood?”

Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug.

“What do you need from him?” Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai.

“It’s always advantageous to be on Olo’eyktan’s good side.” Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. “Something you should do well to learn.” Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually.

“Oh.” She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Olo’eyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxolo’s credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girl’s touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance.

“Common whore.” Vamai scoffed.

No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldn’t stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasn’t enough to notice the way Kxolo’s tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega.

There shouldn’t be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence.

He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it.

“Are you…going to do something about it?” Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look.

Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair?

No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Olo’eyktan’s mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxolo’s patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxolo’s advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mate’s knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all.

“I can’t. Wouldn’t be appropriate.” He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side.

“Do you want me to hit her?”

“What?!”

Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamai’s ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of.

“What? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.” Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omega’s resolve.

“N-no Vamai… you…you can’t.” He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. “Kxolo would be outraged.”

“That painting is practically a get out of jail free card.” She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. “Just say the word.”

Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mind’s eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience.

“Just finish the painting.” His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast.

Neteyam’s one comfort was Vamai’s obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him.

Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Na’vi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy.

So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the day’s hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldn’t recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyra’s screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there.

Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group.

“It’s always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyam’s flattering or Olo’eyktan’s heavy hand.” Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register.

“What?” He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily.

“Are you feeling well, Neteyam?” Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamil’s voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.

Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega.

One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyra’s ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fire’s flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldn’t recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate.

Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girl’s eyes obviously raked over the alpha’s form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxolo’s bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldn’t care less about their age.

He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized.

“Fine.” He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxolo’s lap.

As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxolo’s throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Olo’eyktan’s affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted.

Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxolo’s neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Olo’eyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire.

A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same.

“You’ll have to do a bit better than that, little one.”

Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over.

“If you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.” Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment.

Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Olo’eyktan’s expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mate’s countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all.

For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasn’t often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxolo’s commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Olo’eyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate.

Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxolo’s neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being.

Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal.

No.

This was not her fight.

Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.

She was his.

Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away.

A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxolo’s mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxolo’s legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alpha’s mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.

The Olo’ektan’s hands trailed and mapped over Neteyam’s lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyam’s hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyam’s hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against Kxolo’s groin. Were it not for his mate’s stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes.

Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyam’s spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omega’s lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night.

The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxolo’s collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxolo’s viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mate’s eyes.

However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled.

Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyam’s side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omega’s countenance.

His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mate’s most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Pulo’s muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it.

One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyam’s ears, especially when accompanied by his mate’s groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed.

Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another.

Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mate’s.

However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didn’t darelook up at his expression.

A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyam’s brain.

Your mischief knows no bounds, little one

Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyam’s stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxolo’s abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girls’ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure.

My jealous little mate

Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Olo’eyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxolo’s decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning.

Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit.

Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love

Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxolo’s lead.

I know

Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxolo’s deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Olo’eyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure.

I hope it’s worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior.

Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyam’s own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.

Oh it was worth it.

More than worth it.

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Ma Neteyam Masterlist

Pairing: Omega Aged Up Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Synopsis: Neteyam is kidnapped by the Olo’eyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires.

Warnings: omegaverse, abo, male x male, explicit MDNI, abo, alpha/omega dynamics, power imbalance, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, heat, male omega, alpha oc, aged up Neteyam Sully, family guilt, first child syndrome, angst, smut, fluff, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, etc.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Jealous Neteyam

Persuasion

Kxolo's birthday

Kxolo

Young Kxolo

Vamai

Pulo

Neteyam calls Kxolo 'Daddy' in front of Jake (Neteyam/Kxolo reaction)

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Ma Neteyam pt. 15

Pairing: Aged up Omega Neteyam x Alpha Male OC

Masterlist I Ma Neteyam Chapters I AO3

Warnings: swearings, violence, angst, trauma, oldest sibling syndrome, omegaverse, abo, power imbalance, dom/sub dynamics, stockholm syndrome, sexual content, etc.

Summary: It is time for Neteyam to face the music, or in this case, face Eywa.

A/N: This may have taken forever but I couldn't be more excited to finally post this! Thank you all for hanging in there. Let me know what you think<3

Neteyam idly ran his thumb over the curved carvings along the bow. It was pristine, beautifully mesmerizing with the hand carved designs running up and down the wood smoothly. He couldn’t have carved one better himself. His own bow back with the Omatikaya still had scratchings from his early teenage years where he hadn’t learned the art of wielding a knife carefully.

“I’m afraid I’ve been slightly negligent with courting gifts and this one took much longer than anticipated.” Kxolo admitted, watching Neteyam diligently as the boy observed the gift. “Hopefully it is up to your standards, my love.” Hints of a fond smile were laced with the slightest flinch of nerves.

“It’s beautiful.” Neteyam breathed.

It was everything and more that the omega could have hoped for in a courting gift. The type of gift that he had spent far too many nights dreaming about alone in his hammock to one day receive from a handsome alpha such as Kxolo. It was moments like these that he found it terrifyingly difficult to not pretend their situation was normal. To pretend that Kxolo was simply another alpha who had strolled in and stole his heart through charm and traditional courting.

And yet, that couldn’t be the case, because this bow symbolized more than love or desire to court. It showed that the Olo’eyktan was now officially trusting him with weapons. Were it a traditional courting such a trust would never need to be forged again.There never would have been a doubt in the first place that he would keep violence directed away from his lover.

Neteyam wished that this realization alone would have been enough to keep affection from spreading over his heart as he marveled at the tender care and effort that was put into the gift. It was disorienting and borderline painful that such conflicting emotions managed to cohabit his mind and heart.

“It’s a start.” Kxolo corrected. “You like it then?”

“I love it.”

“So then what is wrong?”

Neteyam could feel the radiating body heat coming from his mate as he shuffled to sit behind him, wrapping those muscular arms securely around his waist. Soothing pheromones came in gentle waves towards him, breathing in the musky scent that he knew only as Kxolo. It was no longer a thought that instigated his body’s reaction to his alpha’s face rubbing along his neck. Every reaction had become instinctual and impossibly difficult to go against.

That is if he wanted to.

Did he want to?

Silence hung as a heavy answer, enough to have Kxolo pressing further.

“Of course, I do not expect you to leave behind your Omatikaya bow. Perhaps I can send a good word over to your family and arrange for it to be brought over soon.”

The thought was almost laughable, especially with their reluctance to speak on the current trip Tamil was making over to the Omatikaya clan today. Neteyam didn’t need verbal confirmation to know that sending Tamil over specifically had been a strategic choice. And an even more strategic choice to keep Kxolo at home, far enough out of the range of his father's axe.

Neteyam could already feel the knot in his stomach tightening as he imagined the news being broken to his father. Neteyam had presented…and Kxolo had not stayed away. The only bright side Tamil could possibly present is still the lack of a mating bond. Even with Tamil’s calm countenance and measured words, it would not be enough to keep Jake from flying off the handle.

Would it be enough to have his father, Olo’eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, breaking peace in order to storm the village and rescue his son? Kxolo seemed convinced that it would not come to that, but the alpha always had a way of finding confidence in situations that Neteyam himself could not fathom.

“No need…this one will do more than fine.”

“I would be more than happy to take you out hunting, baby boy.” Kxolo paused, head swaying from side to side as he internally deliberated his next words. “Although I do recall your father once telling me that you often insist upon hunting alone at times, against his best wishes. Promise to be careful and I may be inclined to do so upon occasion.”

Neteyam was nodding before the words had fully left his mouth. Promises of safety and caution rained from his lips and luckily Kxolo took them in stride with a chuckle and sweet peppered kisses.

A viperwolf scattered along an overhead branch but Neteyam ignored it. A perfect hunting target and yet this newly crafted bow had only served as decoration thus far. He couldn’t even bring himself to load an arrow. Kxolo had left him alone to hunt at his leisure with an implied promise of bringing back a less solemn Neteyam. However, Neteyam knew where he needed to go-what he had to do.

Every step on the path towards Vitraya Ramunong [Tree of Souls] felt weighted, the thumping sound ringing in his ears. He walked as if he could crumble under the true pressure of this impending moment, this occasion that could change his life. Neteyam was not one to underestimate the influence of Eywa’s conclusions. Amid his time here, however, the idea that Eywa was simply used as an excuse for this kidnapping had rooted itself deep into his mind. Never had he questioned her decisions because it had been obvious she played no real part in his current circumstance.

That idea had increasingly become harder to hold onto and although a part of him didn’t want to know the truth, it was the right thing to do. His parents could only be held at bay for so long and Neteyam needed to know whether or not this mating would truly be worth going against them.

A mating that strong could only be one fated by Eywa.

And yet when the shimmering vines came into view Neteyam could only feel a strong urge to bolt in the opposite direction. Perhaps there would still be time to get some hunting in after all.

He pushed the temptation aside and reminded himself that this was his responsibility. Framing tasks like that always made them easier to beckon because that was a concept he fully understood, one he was used to following ever since he was a small boy.

The Tree of Souls was everything beautiful and more.

How had he managed to stay away for so long?

Neteyam carefully lowered himself to his knees amongst the glowing roots. His bow was placed to the side and the omega spent more time than necessary putting it in the right place and fidgeting with his clothing. He even took time to bat away every stray hair sticking out from his braids.

His throat constricted, feeling as if he had swallowed a yovo fruit whole as he reached behind to grasp his kuru. The braid was heavy in his hand as he brought it over his shoulder. The tendrils danced and waved in the breeze without care but even the thought of connecting it to a vine made his stomach flip.

There was no turning back from this.

No matter the outcome he would no longer be able to sit idly in this gray area.

Fight his parents or fight the man who had captured his heart?

The dam broke. The last shreds of resistance keeping his emotions at bay burst at the seams and Neteyam could no longer fight the rising sob. The world mixed into a blurry mess as large tears invaded his vision without reprieve. HIs lungs contracted and ached until the only sound in this oasis was his garbled sobs.

It was complicated. Complicated and messy.

There was simply no path that would be without heartbreak and trials. However there was more than struggle that awaited him, something deeper that raked his trepidation higher.

Guilt.

Guilty for not trying hard enough to get home.

Guilty for pushing away a fated mate.

Guilty for waiting so long to seek the truth.

Surely even Eywa herself would look down upon his actions because Neteyam was raised better than this. He was the son of Toruk Makto, a Sky Person turned Na’vi legend. He was the son of Neytiri Te Tskaha Mo’at’ite who was only a young woman when she lost her sister and took her place in the clan only to then lose her father, home, and future role as Tsahik in one day. Neither had shirked away from the destiny Eywa had handed them. They had risen above their own expectations and became the people they were truly meant to be.

They took world shattering news in stride before jumping into action and now Neteyam couldn’t even get himself to communicate with the Great Mother.

This was not who he was supposed to be. Omega or not, Neteyam had always known he held the mantle among his siblings. What example was he setting for them?

The omega’s small hands covered his face in despair, foolishly hoping to hide his face from Eywa’s all-seeing eyes.

“Neteyam?”

His sobbing choked into a garbled mess in his throat as he desperately wiped at his tear streaked face. It took several swipes for him to recognize Tamil’s figure in the distance.

He was back already?

How long had he sat there crying like a child?

“I-I’m sorry. I was just about t-to get back. Lost track of time.” Neteyam tried to dart to his feet but Tamil stopped him with a calm hand.

“Mawey Neteyam. Stay.” Tamil’s voice purred forward with such tenderness and sincerity, Neteyam couldn’t help but relax back on his knees. Calming alpha pheromones radiated from him and although they smelt like stale dirt compared to Kxolo’s, the omega felt his muscles release tension.

It was only when a small gargle sounded that Neteyam finally noticed the squirming baby in Tamil’s arms. The small child flopped to and fro as the alpha slowly sat across from him. Her eyes were the size of moons as they glistened in the glowing lights, chubby hands already reaching towards any vine she saw.

Neteyam couldn’t pin down why if his life depended on it, but the sight of her made whatever resolve he had scrambled together break once more. The sobbing returned and no amount of self discipline could keep back is undignified crying.

Tamil placed a comforting hand on the omega’s shoulder as he cried.

The alpha didn’t speak. He didn’t ask questions. He didn’t even urge the boy to calm his crying.

He simply waited.

Tamil’s daughter simply watched on with curious eyes. Once the crying had become old news, she started to reach for some of Neteyam’s loose braids. A pout quickly formed on her lips when her father pulled her back from tugging on them.

“Do you want to hold her?” Tamil asked softly.

Neteyam nodded frantically, unsure of why he craved to hold the small child so badly. Tamil handed her over with such gentle care, Neteyam felt as if he was carrying the rarest jewel as he placed her on his lap.

Although he tried to keep her neatly upright on his lap, she seemed to have other ideas. She could barely crawl but what she lacked in leg strength she made up for in her strategic scooting over his legs. Little huffs left her lips as she dug her nails in his legs and pulled herself forward. Those golden eyes never strayed from his swinging braids. She had a goal.

“What is her name?” He whispered, voice heavy.

“Vili.”

Finally her stubby fingers latched onto a braid and a delighted giggle escaped her as she tugged on it. Neteyam winced slightly but a surprised laugh replaced his sobs this time. Tears still rolled down his cheek but there was now something else to focus on. Her small body strained as she went for a specific blue bead in his hair.

“Apologies, hair is her current fixation. It is only by Eywa’s mercy that I am not already bald.” Tamil informed but there was anything but ire present in his tone. He laughed and tried to detach her vice-like grip from Neteyam’s braids.

“It is fine.” Neteyam barely managed to get out, other hands softly stroking her thin curls. The touch snagged her attention, doe eyes looking up at him suddenly. When he repeated the action, Vili leaned into the touch clumsily. She released the hold on his braids and suddenly she was slumping against his chest, snuggling close.

Another wave of emotion washed over him as he held the small baby close.

“You are troubled.”

“I…I was only…”

“It is fine, Neteyam. I would be concerned were you not.”

Surprise flickered through him, eyes snapping up to meet Tamil’s.

“I do not envy your position.” The alpha clarified, pulling Vili’s thumb from her mouth.

It felt silly to be surprised by the statement but there were days where it seemed everyone took the kidnapping situation in stride,seeing it as simply a small hurdle for the new couple. Kxolo always kept a strong face, reluctant to let on his own concerns about the tension with the Omatikaya clan.

“They are going to hate me.” Neteyam was startled to find what originated as a simple thought come out in whispered form, but since it was out, the words wouldn’t stop. “I was supposed to be finding a way to get out of here and yet all I have done is fail. No worse, I have gone against everything my parents have taught me and allowed myself to fall for the psycho that kidnapped me. I go to stop and back track….but then….I can’t. I’ve….I’ve betrayed my parents, my siblings, my clan! I’ve given over my own purity and now my parents will hate me. I am not the firstborn they deserve!”

Tears slipped down his cheeks so fast they began to drop on Vili’s head. Her nose scrunched in confusion before patting at her own head.

Sharp teeth sunk into his bottom lips as he tried to hold back more disgraceful sobs. Although he was on the verge of breaking into a million pieces, there was satisfaction in having the words said out loud. As if they were something he no longer had to hold on his own. They were shared.

Not daring to glance up at the alpha, Neteyam let the silence stretch between them.

“Vili had trouble breathing when she was first born.”

Neteyam quirked his eyes up finally.

“Those were longest two minutes of my life. When she did start breathing normally I would refuse to take my hand off her chest. I fell asleep to the rise and fall of her chest. I say with no exaggeration, it was the most terrifying day of my life.” Their eyes connected, a seriousness falling over them.

“And without a doubt the greatest day I shall ever know. I thank the Great Mother for her every night.”

The tension slipped and Neteyam found himself smiling down at Vili who wouldn’t stop kicking her legs at his arm.

“I do not expect you to understand, Neteyam.”

Neteyam brows furrowed.

“Only a parent can truly comprehend what it means to love someone unconditionally in the way we love our children. But hear my words when I tell you there is not a single thing that my daughter could do to make me love her a morsel less. That will never change.”

Neteyam gulped down the lump in his throat. Vili had found a new interest in the omega’s stomach, gummy mouth chomping down painlessly on his lower stomach.

“Your parents love you. If I didn’t know it before I surely know it after today.”

Neteyam perked up, hands already shaky in anticipation.

“What happened? Were they upset?”

“Naturally, but you need not over concern yourself. That is not my point.” Tamil, pursed his lips, lost in thought for a moment.

“Your parents love you and will continue to love you no matter what you do. You need not do anything to earn that love.”

The words turned over in his head on repeat.

“But will they forgive me?” He whispered after a long pause, barely more than a breath.

“That assumes you have done something wrong.”

“Haven’t I?”

“Only one being can answer that.” He responded, ever so gently removing Vili from his lap.

The Tree of Souls had never burned brighter, etching its presence into Neteyam’s consciousness until it could no longer be ignored. Biting his lower lip, the omega casted his eyes upwards as the sacred seeds cascaded down flawlessly.

“And if I don’t want to know?”

Already on his feet with Vili situated on his hip, Tamil paused and smiled warmly down at him.

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.”

And with that, Tamil silently began to walk away. Before leaving however, he turned once more.

“Neteyam.” He called, causing the omega’s attention to turn. “I see you.”

Emotion gripped at his heart as he quietly whispered the same back. Tamil smiled but left without delay.

Echoes of the forest surrounded him in a gentle ambience. Subconsciously, Neteyam thumbed at the designs along his new bow.

It was time.

Afraid his nerve would be fleeting, Neteyam hastily threw his kuru back over his shoulder and let the tendrils connect to the nearest vine.

He cleared his throat, expecting to follow his usual routine of addressing Eywa, but a light blinded him before there was a chance. The words were caught in his throat and the forest scenery melted away before his eyes. Panic went to a find a grip but then something new washed over him.

Peace flowed through him in ripples, the same pulsations of an active Tree of Souls. It thrummed through his veins in perfect time with his heart. Only blinding light could be seen but Neteyam was calm. More calm than he had been in years. A peace that he could only vaguely remember experiencing in early childhood.

Eywa’s love wrapped around him in the same way his own mother had held him close as a babe. There was no judgment, no retribution; just love. His worries took the back burner as he settled into the feeling, no longer letting his brain overwork itself to understand the situation. He accepted the light, accepted the peace, and opened himself up like a flower does to the sun.

Slowly his vision began to recover, revealing the familiar forest before him. However, this time Neteyam found himself no longer underneath the glow of glimmering vines. Slightly startled and confused, he took in his surroundings rapidly whipping his head back and forth. His gaze snagged on Kxolo’s form and although it was surprising to see him there, Neteyam couldn’t help but feel relieved.

“Sempu! He broke my bow!” A small girl bursted through the trees holding a piece of thin wood. She darted to Kxolo without hesitation, flinging her small body at his calf to cling to.

Neteyam blinked, heart racketing in his rib cage as he witnessed the events.

He expected Kxolo to be surprised, perhaps point the small girl in the direction of her real father and comfort her along the way but there was not a flicker of hesitation in his features. Instead, Kxolo let out a long sigh and fought back what appeared to be an amused smile.

“Alright alright, mawey, sweet girl.” He easily positioned her on his hip and the small child instantly tucked her face into his neck and sobbed. She was not easily consoled, despite his efforts to pry an explanation out of her. “Come now, show it to me.”

Finally the girl reared back to look up at Kxolo. Neteyam he had never seen a more perfected pouty face in his whole life. Her eyes were filled with tears and small lips so expertly set the omega was sure this particular expression was a familiar one to her. Kxolo, however, visibly softened upon seeing her distress.

He examined the small strip of wood with the other hand before smiling.

“It is not broken, my love. Simply needs some mending.” His voice soothed over her but the result didn”t last long.

“I told you!” Another child bolted from the treeline, this one at least a foot taller than her. The boy pointed an accusing finger at her. “She is always tattling on me but I didn’t even do it because it not even broken and-”

“Mawey mawey.” Kxolo reassured but that stern steel laced his voice.

“But sempu, she is always trying to get me in trouble!”

“I am not!” The girl wailed, tears coming back at full force.

“You crybaby!”

Neteyam jumped in surprise because that was not a Na’vi term, in fact it wasn’t Na’vi at all. The young boy had switched to English and to further his shock the tiny girl appeared to understand him perfectly as she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Stop it.” Kxolo accentuated each word with a pointed look.

Although it had a unique accent coating the sounds, there was no mistaking the truth. Kxolo was speaking English. Brows furrowing, Neteyam found it hard to compute the new information. It had become clear that this scene had to be in the future at some point but how? When?

“Now now no more of that.” Kxolo spoke again in Na’vi as he swiped away the girl’s tears.

“I want Mommy!” She cried out in English, already trying to find a way out of Kxolo’s arms. The boy on the other hand seemed to have already moved on with a simple eye roll before jetting past the Olo’eyktan. Kxolo caught him before he could slip away, hand gently holding him by the arm. The boy huffed and yanked back with all of his force but it was no match for his alpha father.

Neteyam felt guilty admitting it, but he was tempted to laugh at the scene before him. Both children trying to pull away and run off to get into trouble while Kxolo simply held them tight and patiently led them towards the lake’s edge.

“But then I hits em with a jet pack.”

Neteyam looked close to see which child had spoken but neither had stopped their whining for a second. Instead his ears twitched as he heard a different voice coming from the treeline, a strangely familiar one.

“That is not how a jet pack works, paskalin.”

It was a bizarre thing to hear his own voice out in the open air, different from the way it sounds in his head, however nothing could prepare him for seeing a clone of himself emerging from the trees. Exactly like him in every way but this time there were two children attached to his side, one in his arms while the other got a free ride by wrapping around his leg. Looking close he could see the difference in age slightly, along with a few new ornaments in his hair but there was no denying the resemblance.

It was him.

“Okays but mine specials.” The small boy cling to his leg urgently claimed.

“Of course, baby.” He heard himself respond, now switching over to Na’vi. In his arms was another small child but this one had to be barely old enough to talk, thumb in his mouth while that small tail tried to wrap around Neteyam’s arm.

“Daddy!” The tiny boy abandoned him to run over to Kxolo, thrusting a stick with a few feathers up towards him aggressively. “Look whats I mades.”

“Wow! That is fantastic.” The last word in English was barely discernible, the Olo’eyktan struggling more with this one in particular. Kxolo eyes shot to Neteyams and he saw himself shoot the alpha a small smile in approval.

“I knows.” The tiny boy agreed, already confident that this fact could be nothing but the simplest truth.

Kxolo didn’t have a free hand to commend the boy so his tail wrapped around him instead. A fit of giggle burst from the boy as the tuff of Kxolo’s tail tickled at his cheek. It appeared to be just the distraction needed as the Olo’eyktan was finally able to turn and face Neteyam with a grin.

“Yawntutsyip.” He greeted with a smirk but the small girl was already reaching for Neteyam.

“Mommy! My bow!” She whined, thrusting the piece out. Neteyam offered a few words of comfort before awkwardly taking the bow and managing to still keep a hold of the baby in his arms. It took less than a minute to slot the string back into place and hand it back. The tears stopped instantly.

“Time to bathe.” Kxolo purred but outrage broke loose. The older boy in his grip groaned and went to dart away causing him to set down his daughter so he could use both hands to bring him back. The girl took this opportunity to run over to Neteyam and cling to his leg, promises of never bathing again falling from her lips.

Meanwhile the smallest boy had already left behind his art and was sprinting straight towards the lake. Neteyam’s own heart lurched for a second in panic when those stubby legs hit the water’s edge but to his relief it appeared the boy was quite the swimmer. Future him seemed to know this too as he focused his efforts on swaying his daughter to get in.

Kxolo and their son were the last ones to get in. The Olo’eyktan had the older boy tucked under his arm, his legs dangling to the side as he pouted. Once his father had placed him in the water he went to make another break for it but Kxolo was already three steps ahead of him, shuffling back and forth to barricade the exit.

The smallest boy giggled as he watched his older brother and father interact.

“My turns! Catch me Daddy!” He shrieked before going to run away. The tiny boy ran straight into his older brother and bounced backwards into the water immediately. He surfaced with laughter and to Kxolo’s luck his older son had finally given up playing this back and forth game.

The Olo’eyktan chased his younger son through the rippling lake for several minutes until the tiny boy had to climb onto a rock for a rest.

It seemed that harmony had finally been struck as the kids giggled and chased each other through the lake. Kxolo took their smallest child and placed him into a makeshift leaf wrap by the lake, just enough water trickling in to allow the toddler to splash and play.

Even from a distance Neteyam could easily see the way Kxolo’s eyes scanned over his future self, hands quickly coming to follow the curve of the omega’s back.

Neteyam glared back at him playfully, tail swatting at his arm. The Olo’eyktan was neither swayed nor put out by the response. In fact, his smirks tipped upwards as he finally yanked his omega into his arms at last.

“And you question how we got so many children.” Neteyam said.

“I don’t recall you complaining last night, omega.” Kxolo whispered against his neck. Even watching the interaction Neteyam could feel his own body shiver with anticipation. His future self seemed to share the sentiment as he blushed. This time, however, that blush was not followed by shying away or trying to hide it but rather giving his mate a playful smile and reaching to connect their lips.

Kxolo cupped each side of his face tenderly, soaking in every swipe of their lips together like it was the last breath he would be allowed to take.

A glimmer of teeth shone through as neither was quite able to hide their smiles in the kiss. Even Neteyam’s tail lazily swayed back and forth in delight. There was not a hint of tension or stress present in his countenance. Neteyam’s hands hooked underneath the Olo’eyktan’s battle band for grip before rising up onto his toes. Kxolo’s responding laugh was more visual than audible.

“Ewww! Dad!” The oldest son groaned, nose scrunching up in disgust. Their daughter on the other hand began to giggle and sashay her way towards them, eyes wide and intent. When their son went to protest once more, Kxolo playfully splashed back at him and that was enough to start a full blown attack from the children.

Chubby little hands swatted at the water earnestly, hoping that their combined forces would be enough to take down their parents. When Kxolo’s head snapped in their direction they scattered, already anticipating his retribution. With a mighty roar he dramatically charged after them, gathering them up in his arms easily as they shrieked in delight.

The forest colors became saturated until light was blurring around him in every direction. That beam took him once more and Neteyam could no longer see the young family in the lake.

When Neteyam opened his eyes they struggled to make sense of the visual before him. Sparkling vines swung from overhead, bathing him in their glow. Limbs heavy and head pulsing, the omega finally realized he was now laying on his back underneath the Tree of Souls once more.

To say it was disorienting to come back to reality would be an understatement. His mind felt like it was suspended between two different times, the present and future. The real shock, however, was the deep aching in his bones as he realized this future had not occurred. At least not yet.

But that path would only form if he decided to accept a mating with Kxolo. Everything in that vision was nothing but an idea, one given by Eywa, but still just a speck of what could be.

However, there was one fact that still remained in the present.

One that was true and had been true for a while now.

He loved Kxolo.

He was in love with Kxolo.

No other person ran through his mind on cycle. No other person made him feel so safe and cherished. No other person had ever captivated his mind body and soul in the same way Kxolo had. Intentional or not, Neteyam had fallen past the point of no return.

He thought of his future self, the way he had radiated a happiness that Neteyam had never fully recognized in himself. A complete metamorphosis. Neteyam couldn’t deny that his future had never looked brighter than in that snippet of time.

Hope was a flame burning ever brighter.

For so long he had felt guilty for going against his father’s disapproval of Kxolo. He had wanted so desperately to become like his parents, who fought for their future. But now he could see that they too had to go against the expectations of the clan, mother’s parents, and the RDA all so they could pursue a future that others could not yet comprehend.

To honor his parents legacy he could only be true to himself.

Now it was his turn to fight for the future he saw.

“I really should be at communal dinner with Neteyam.” Vamai protested, fingers lazily shifting the cut berries back and forth.

“You are eating here.” Her father quietly reminded her. Her parents had insisted on an intimate family dinner for the night but were the tension to grow any higher Vamai was sure it would cut off her air flow until she suffocated.

“But Neteyam has been acting strange for a couple days so I really should be there to make sure he is alright.” She explained. “Olo’eyktan would want the same.” It never hurt to throw Kxolo’s name in for good measure.

Her father sighed before putting aside his half eaten fish.

“If Olo’eyktan is upset about your absence I will apologize myself.” He countered and her mother laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. Vamai didn’t mean to be harsh towards her gentle mother but she couldn’t help but shrug the touch off. She was in no mood to be touched.

Reluctantly accepting her fate, Vamai strapped herself in for the rest of a silent awkward meal. She wasn’t sure what her parents thought this would accomplish. It was not going to fix what had been done.

“Epok says you are still not speaking to him.” Vamai’s father spoke in a smooth tone, even wafting calming pheromones her way. It was almost laughable the way they viewed her as a skittish prey ready to pounce away at any moment.

“Well I am not related to him so therefore I am under no obligation to talk to him.”

Her father’s composure cracked, brows knitted.

“I take it you are still mad then.” Came his reply.

“Oh am I? I didn’t think that option was still available to me.”

“Vamai,” Her mother tried to scold but it was more of a sigh to herself, a desperate plea to try and play nice.

It seemed too that her father was struggling to approach the situation without things escalating. His tail stood on point and those ears were already perky and alert for any shift.

“Settle, Vamai.” He warned but that spark of electricity was already vibrating through her. Sometimes that energy in her system flowed like a river, giving her the strength to push through physical bounds and explore to her content but other times it reacted like a live wire. It buzzed and hummed through her until she knew all those pent up emotions were going to fly out as lightning.

Trying to keep it trapped in a box would only sour her mood in a different direction. Either it was going to come out in rage or it would flow as endless tears. She didn’t want to accept either. Doing so would push her parents to worry for her more. It was that same worry which had put them here in the first place.

“Epok is a nice man, Vee.” Her father gently urged. “I was only trying to look out for your best interest.”

Lightning had always been her favorite.

“So you hatch up schemes to mate us together? Going to him behind my back like that, convincing him to secure my hand? How is that in my best interest?” She shoved the leaf of berries off of her lap.

“You have been stubborn. So unmovable from the beginning that you often get in your own way, sweetheart.” Her mother jumped in, her smooth voice such a harsh contrast to Vamai’s own distressed one.

“That’s right. I’ve come to accept that you most likely will not want to mate with an alpha, your need to push at authority is something that I don’t anticipate going away, but that is why Epok was the perfect choice.” Vamai’s father added.

Vamai’s jaw set so hard she could feel the aches settling into her back teeth. She fought the urge to grind them together.

“He is strong, responsible, reliable, capable, and already shares a friendship with you. Not to mention holds a respectable status among the clan.”

“I didn’t ask for his courting profile.” Her cheeks began to flush a deep purple, the blood rushing to her head at abounding speeds. Eyes flickering to the door, possible escape had never looked more tempting. “Why would you try to make that decision for me?”

It was evident that her father too was quickly losing his patience. Heavy breaths flared from his nostrils every time he prepared himself to speak. The civil temper in the hut was hanging by a thread and one that she was sure either herself or her father was going to snap.

“I mean what did you think? Let us fuck enough times and I would fall in love with him?”

It was her.

She snapped it.

And her father’s rage had boiled over. Once again her mouth had run away from her and had therefore put herself in the line of fire.

“Vamai Te Zehu Sehu’ite, you will watch your mouth!” He towered over them standing at full height.

It was only instinctive but Vamai still hated the way her ears pulled back and tears gathered in her eyes. Her omega was a whimpering mess and on the verge of surrendering to this fight. It didn’t matter though, she had dealt with worse.

Although her father’s hands were balled into fists and scent wafting with anger, it seemed he too could sense her shift in emotions through that betraying essence.

His voice softened, “I am less than pleased about the…manner of your relationship but once again Vamai it had only come to that because it was the only way you allowed Epok close to you. Every other suitor who has tried for your hand has been shoved away and rebuked by you. You must know that does not do well for a male’s willingness-”

“Poor babies.” She muttered, arms crossed over her chest as she stared at the door to their hut.

“What your father is trying to say is that we are worried about you. Finding a mate is a joyous endeavor, but also a very important decision. It can be…painful at times to go without one, especially as an omega.”

Vamai knew her mother was trying to speak from a place of experience but it was difficult to ever relate her own character to that of her mother. Her mother was gentle, soft spoken, kind and caring. Somedays Vamai felt as if she could not be further from the descent of her parents.

“You act as if I will never get mated. It’s not as if I have sworn off the entire concept. Just because I don’t have feelings for a few village alphas? So what? You just said so yourself that the choice is important.”

Her parents shared a look, one that made the electricity crackle in her veins.

“My child,” Her father crouched down and reached to cup her cheek. Those calming pheromones prowling once more but Vamai scowled back at him. “Your path thus far has been a rocky one. One that I would have never wished upon my only daughter.”

She reeled away from his touch.

“That’s what this is about? You know I will get mated but you don’t trust my taste.”

Her father’s gaze snagged her own and it took every fiber in her to hold the look.

“I made one mistake! One. Is that what you want me to admit? Tenatu was a mistake! I was young and foolish and let my emotions get the best of me. I know that, believe me, I will never forget it!”

“Vee” Her mother's soft voice cooed but Vamia was already pulling away from her gentle touch.Too scrambled and on the edge of a breakdown to think, she grabbed her small pouch and shoved the weird neck comm into it before her parents could see what it was.

“Vamai, do not be hasty.” Her father warned, but she was already parting the hut flaps.

Anxious for a quick retreat, she was not prepared to bump into a hard chest. Vamai stumbled backwards as two hands went out to steady her.

“Oh, Vamai. Are you alright?” Epok asked, trying to help the small omega get her footing.

She scoffed, ripping her arms from his grasp and turning back to her father.

“What a wonderful dinner you had planned, sempu.” She gritted out, face already turning a darker shade with rage.

She didn’t allow either male to speak, didn’t give them the time to persuade, justify, or defend their actions. It was clear that tonight she was in fact the fool.

So Vamai did what she knew how to do best.

She ran.

“I’m not in the mood, today.” Lo’ak grunted out, storming away from Amnu.

His father had been raging since that morning per the news. Lo’ak was surprised both of his parents didn’t jump the messenger Kxolo sent, no matter how soft spoken or gentle he was about delivering it. Regardless, that anger had shown through in training. Jake had run the warriors down to the bone, merciless with his corrections of every single infraction. Each screw up had come with a consequence, reminiscent of Jake’s military days and something Lo’ak was all too familiar with experiencing.

At the end of the day, he was exhausted, infuriated, and craving nothing more than to speak with his feisty omega. As tough as Vamai thought she was, her insults could do nothing more than brighten his day.

“It is true then.” Amnu said, ignoring his warnings.

Lo’ak grinded to a halt. With a bone chilling stiffness, he turned to face the other alpha male.

“What. Is.” He hissed, teeth already preparing to tear the male limb from limb. It had been too long of Amnu’s pursuing and nagging.

“What they say of your brother. He is mated with that psychotic Olo’eyktan.”

Their game of chase quickly flipped on its head, Lo’ak’s long legs carrying him towards the male in stomping fashion.

“It is not.” His five fingers splayed over the male’s chest, pushing him backwards until he stumbled slightly. “Watch your mouth.”

Amnu held his arms up in surrender, lips turned downwards.

“Fine. I do not protest. In fact that is good news, especially considering our deal.”

Lo’ak could already feel his sore muscles bunching up. This was not the conversation he needed today.

“What the hell are you on about, Amnu?”

“I’m talking about when I covered for your ass a few weeks ago. I was under the impression you would bring home a certain pretty omega. And yet, no Neteyam.”

“First of all, I never promised you anything. You were the one that wanted to help get Neteyam back. Secondly, your help was nonexistent considering I still got turned over within a few hours.” Lo’ak’s hands balled into fists tight enough to mark half moons into his palms. He was in no mood to be tested, even less so engage with some horny entitled alpha.

“You know that I would treat him better than that brain dead Olo’eyktan. You and I want the same thing.”

Lo’ak swore he heard his teeth crack from the pressure of his clamped jaw. Amnu’s confidence, however, appeared to know no bounds as he calmly pushed forward.

“Even if he has been,” Amnu paused, lips pursed while looking for the right term. “Sullied, you could say.”

The first swing was instinctual. Lo’ak neither needed to think nor decide to give him a right hook. The second, however, was more precise, more intentional. Both made his knuckles ache, but it was more than a worthy cause.

“You keep my brother’s name out of your filthy mouth!”

Amnu stumbled and poked at his now bleeding lip but his features too soon morphed in a display of fury.

“You seem to forget that before this whole mess I was courting your brother for months.”

“Oh really? Is that what those pathetic gifts were? Truly, I thought they were some garbage toys for Tuk.” Lo’ak sneered, ears pointed and alert for the receiving attack.

And it came.

The other alpha rammed into him, bringing them both to the ground in a tangle of snapping jaws and swinging hits. Admittedly, Amnu got his fair share of hits in, but Lo’ak’s restraint was quickly circling down the drain. It was true that Amnu had been relentlessly pursuing Neteyam but his desire was no match for the swirling emotions that had been spiraling in Lo’ak for months now.

So he channeled it.

Every jab, tug, and punch was fueled by that turmoil.

Every day that had been spent trying to keep that fire inside, trying to fill in as a good older brother was compacted into his anger. Amnu made some scratches, even managed to pounded in some deep bruises but Lo’ak was less than deterred.

He rolled them over, straddling the male and pushing him into the dirt violently. Amnu growled and squirmed but Lo’ak knew how to position his body so that escape was not his to be had. He pinned Amnu’s neck down with his leg, the pressure not enough to cut off the airway but still able to cause great strain.

“You think that beating me up is going to bring him back?” Amnu’s hoarse voice egged him on. Another hit to the jaw. “It’s not my fault you failed.”

And that’s when Lo’ak let the floodgates open.

Lip bleeding with scattered bruises along his stomach and face, Lo’ak stomped back to his hut. The fight had dialed his adrenaline to eleven and yet it still left him unsatisfied. In the end he had been triumphant but what did it really matter? Amnu was the least of his problems. His mother and father were sure to be fighting once more as they struggled to keep their emotions in check and find a solution. His older brother was swaddled in the arms of some asshole and his own love life was keeping him up at night until his training was suffering.

Settling into his hammock, Lo’ak had never been more grateful to have a place to call his own. It gave him the solace and time to think that he required on days like today.

“Lo’ak.”

He shot upright, eyes scanning the ground for the earpiece faintly making the sound. He tried not to dwell on how fast he scrambled to respond. It had been a hard day. He deserved to hear her voice.

“Little snitch, well well well. You do know how to start a comm link after all.” He struggled to keep the words light. Vamai had a knack for creating this playful conversation between them, however he was sure she would not describe their interactions in the same light.

“Yeah….guess so.” She responded and Lo’ak blinked.

“What are you up to?” He hesitantly veered forward, trying to gauge her reaction.

“Nothing really.”

Lo’ak brows furrowed as he winced and pressed on his bleeding lip.

“Nothing, huh? It’s kind of hard to do no-”

“Why are you talking strange?”She interrupted.

“Strange?” He mumbled while pressing the cloth against his cut.

“Yes, you sound different.”

He paused for a moment.

“Oh that. I have a cut on my lip, just a minor-”

“How?”

It wasn’t rare for Vamai to be so blunt, but Lo’ak couldn’t help but notice her sudden attention.

“I got into a fight. Nothing major, just the usual banged up cuts and bruises.” He shrugged, laying back down on his hammock. Talking to Vamai was meant to be his escape from the events of the day. The last thing he wanted was to get into the details.

“And you have seen tsahik.”

Lo’ak grimaced at the idea of facing his grandmother at a time like this. The last thing his family needed was to worry about the injuries his heated temper had bestowed upon him.

“Well, I don’t think now is a good time for that. My family is a little…disarrayed.”

The silence hung heavy for a moment and Lo’ak found the questions at the tip of his tongue begging to let loose. He didn’t want to think about Neteyam or the Olo’eyktan or any of his problems, but there was always a temptation to beseech Vamai. Surely she would know if the rumors were true.

“I can patch you up.”

His thoughts reared to a stop.

“What? What do you mean?” He sprung back up in his hammock, muscles aching from the sudden strain.

“Patch you up. Heal your injuries.”

His fingers ran over the neck comm, making sure there were no missing parts that could be distorting the signal.

“Yes I….you could.” He swallowed. “Are you offering?”

“I suppose so.” Came her reply and Lo’ak just about nearly fell on his face as he scrambled to unwind the hammock around his legs. What had gotten into her? Most nights he was lucky to get a ten minute conversation with her and now she wanted to see him? But not only that. Heal him, take care of him.

Although a primal part of him purred at the idea of his omega warming up to him, his suspicion couldn’t be ignored.

“Meet me at the bottom of the waterfall.”

Lo’ak hastily agreed but there was no reply.

The waterfall, the same waterfall he had jumped down after her. The same waterfall that at the bottom of he had tasted her essence for the first time.

The same place she had forbidden them of speaking about for weeks.

On the ride over Lo’ak struggled to suppress his urgency. He told himself over and over that it was sure to be a joke. Vamai had been…compliant with their comm conversations but any speak of meeting up again had ended with radio silence. He told himself that she was simply playing a prank on him and that the day would once again end with another disappointment.

It didn’t stop the flutter in his stomach, however.

A flutter that had burst into an avalanche when he landed to find her petite form sitting against a tree, arranging bowls of healing ointments.

It couldn’t have been more than two weeks since he had a waft of her perfume but a serge of primal emotion swept over him at the familiar scent regardless. It rolled forward memories of how that essence had complimented her taste perfectly, of how she had moaned out his name and squirmed against his gripping hands.

More than anything however, it brought forth the memory of her small form in his arms. The way she had slept so softly against him.

Now, however, that fleeting tinge of peace that had been present in her pheromones was nowhere to be found. In fact, Vamai sat still. So perfectly still and stiff that it had sent chills down his spine. He tried to get a read on her scent but there was a messy sprawl to it, like a tangled web holding what lied beneath.

“You showed.” He forced on a smile as he rounded the tree.

Vamai stiffened and nervously shuffled the bowls into a random order.

“I said I would.”

The anxious demeanor immediately put him on guard. When he caught her hand that was reaching for another bowl he spoke softly. “Are you alright?”

“Don’t do that.” She shoved him off. Weirdly the aggressive action felt more like her usual self. He leaned into it, hoping to press some sort of reaction or answer that would make sense.

“Why not?”

For the first time upon arriving her eyes met his. They burned with a formidable rage but there was a shimmer of waterworks lined over them as well. Her lips quivered and immediately, Lo’ak’s tail jerked up on alert.

“Vama-”

“Can you please just hold still so I can do this?” Vamai snapped.

And although a part of him stirred at her disrespectful tone, even his alpha knew how to detect an omega in distress. He sat back on his knees quietly.

She didn’t meet his eyes while preparing the healing balm, letting her wavy hair create a curtain to hide. Vamai was stoic as she began rubbing ointment into a cut on his collarbone, but there were tell-tale signs that Lo’ak couldn’t help but focus on. Her small fingers trembled with every motion over his cut. Although it stung, Lo’ak didn’t so much as flinch.

Her golden orbs dared a glance at his beaten features.

“You got injured like this how again?” She whispered, eyes intensely trained on the already treated cut in front of her.

“A disagreement.”

“Skxawng.” She huffed, but there was a waiver in her voice. “With who?”

“Just some moronic alpha that has an obsession with Neteyam. Thought it was his place to make swift judgments.”

Her hand paused and from his vantage point Lo’ak could just barely make out her sharp teeth nipping into her bottom lip.

“And he looks worse than this, right?”

“Of course.”

Vamai nodded, shrinking back into her hair once more.

“Good.”

Her touch became softer, increasingly more gentle when running over the bruises and cuts. She avoided his face, however, tending to every other area first. It tied a knot in Lo’ak’s stomach to see her this way. Quiet. Withdrawn. Small.

Vamai was often like a ticking bomb. On some days he couldn’t help himself from chasing to set her off, to get her to reveal something of significance. Their connection was real, he knew it and there was no denying that she must have felt it too, but he could never figure out what the big hold up was.

However, he knew on certain days that it was crucial to handle her with care. If he had learned anything about bombs from his father it was that the smallest and seemingly most inconsequential moves were that same that had them blowing you to bits.

Breath held in his lungs, Lo’ak ever so lightly rested his palm against her lower back. At first it was soft enough to be mistaken as a brush of wind but when she didn’t pull away, he allowed his hand to flatten across the soft skin.

He couldn't see her face, couldn’t get an accurate read on her but her scent shifted dramatically. Then suddenly she was resting her forehead against his chest. His other hand dug into the dirt as he fought off every instinct to brush her hair away and see what was really happening.

His patience was not tested for long however.

The shaking began and then came the sobs.

Tears rained down on his chest as Vamai crumbled against him.

His body reacted before his brain could catch up. She didn’t fight him as he pulled her to sit on his lap and latched his muscular arms around her. Calming pheromones drifted from him without thought but nothing could mask her own essence projecting sadness, longing, and…fear.

His brows furrowed, terrified for a moment that he had become the source of this turmoil, but then she leaned closer until her face was burrowed in the crook of his neck. A shiver ran down his spine as he once again experienced this long awaited contact.

Cheek laid against the top of her head, Lo’ak focused on keeping his breathing consistent and calm, something his omega could latch onto. It took considerable effort as his alpha was pulled between two different desires. To coddle and to protect. Surely this onslaught of emotions had to have an origin, one that his alpha was eager to exterminate.

How long had she been feeling this way?

Regardless, Lo’ak forced himself to remain calm and keep her bundled close against him.

He hated to see her so distressed and yet it had never felt better to have her in his arms, to finally express his adoration through a physical outlet.

Her wavy hair tickled at his nose as her sobs quietly rang through the air. One of her small hands found purchase along his battle band and Lo’ak’s heart fluttered in his chest. Daring to push the boundaries just a little further, Lo’ak carefully pushed a few curls away from her forehead.

Her face was still buried against his neck but he could see the tears streaks staining her gorgeously soft cheeks and lips. He took it as a good sign when she didn’t correct this action, but Vamai wouldn’t open her eyes either. He wondered what secrets hid within those golden eyes. What sorrows she held at bay.

When the tears had ceased neither Na’vi moved.

She fit so perfectly against his larger form, tucked away where he could protect her from these invisible dangers. Pride swelled in his chest when Vamai shifted to tuck closer and relaxed in his hold. Long fingers skated up and down her spine, fiddling with the feathered straps intricately woven there.

Incidentally his pinky brushed her curling tail.

To his utter shock and delight that thin appendage curled around his wrist.

He looked down but her eyes were still shut. Staring for a moment, he thought that perhaps she had drifted off but then golden eyes peaked up at him through slanted slits. Immediately they closed against and Vamai shuffled to hide against his shoulder.

He suppressed a chuckle, knowing she would bite back at him for finding the action cute.

Instead he allowed himself to breathe in the moment. Silence was not a common occurrence between them, something he was unfamiliar with in their dynamic but he found himself enjoying it. It gave him the opportunity to fill his lungs with her essence, allow it to imprint itself into his mind, because he was not foolish enough to believe this would last forever.

At some point Vamai would remember who was holding her and remember whatever reasons she had for keeping him at arm's length. Then he would be back to chasing her, back to wrestling the omega into facing her own feelings. It was a challenge Lo’ak was willing to face, but it came with lonely moments too.

It would be worth it though.

This he knew as he brushed another curl from her temple.

Kxolo believed he had a knack for patience and keeping a cool composure. That is, before he had met Neteyam and the omega had easily turned him inside out.

It wasn’t uncommon to hunt solo for a few hours. Two, maybe three hours was normal. But when hour four hit, Kxolo could no longer keep his nerves at bay. He raced through the forest, barreling through bushing and scaling overturned trees within his path.

Worst case scenarios tumbled and tangled in his mind, tormenting him endlessly as he ran.

Neteyam had been off that morning. His head had been far away from the present and Kxolo regretted ever letting the omega out to hunt alone in that state. The forests of Pandora were not for the faint of heart and definitely not for those distracted. He could only imagine what creature had found him as prey.

Kxolo’s hand was drawing up to unsheath his knife when suddenly a familiar figure came into view.

Instantly the Olo’eyktan sagged in relief.

“Neteyam.” He breathed. “There you are, baby boy.”

He sheathed the dagger once more and quickly went to embrace the omega. Neteyam fell into the hug easily but his tail flickered back and forth in anticipation. Kxolo’s own tailed pointed in alert.

Holding the boy back at arm’s length, Kxolo scanned his slim frame for injuries.

“You aren’t hurt, are you?” He asked with brows knitted.

“I’m not.”

Kxolo beamed, nerves finally washed away.

“Come, I will help you bring back your kills.” Kxolo urged, taking him by the hand.

“Kxolo”

“I must admit you had me worried, little one.” The alpha chuckled, hand squeezing the smaller one in his grasp.

“Kxolo.”

“Yes love.” He hummed, focusing on following Neteyam’s footprints back to his hunting grounds.

“Kxolo.” Neteyam firmly yanked on the male’s hand, causing the alpha to immediately spin on his heel to face him. The Olo’eyktan’s ears perked up.

“Neteyam, what-”

“Mate with me.”

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Persuasion

A Ma Neteyam Drabble

Pairing: aged up omega Neteyam x Male alpha oc

Important: the events of this drabble take place after the completed Ma Neteyam first book.

Summary: Neteyam still has a lot to learn when it comes to persuading his protective alpha.

A/N: I woke up this morning and this little scene was stuck in my head, demanding to be written. Kind of random but I hope you enjoy.

Warnings: aged up Neteyam, abo universe, sub/dom dynamic, power imbalance, sexual themes, protective alpha, male x male, swearing

“Please paskalin!” Neteyam practically whined.

“Sweet words aren’t going to change my mind, Neteyam.” Kxolo countered and Neteyam knew that was true based on the lack of pet name tacked on to the response. Still, looking behind him he found Vamai giving a gesture that urged him to continue. This was a rare opportunity after all, it wasn’t every day that a new abandoned hovercraft was found in the forest. The omega was more than surprised that Lo’ak and him had ever missed it during their adventures as children. They had scoured anywhere near the battlefield for hours, without their parents’ knowledge of course, and gleefully took in every piece of Sky People technology with wonder and delight.

Vamai seemed to share the same curiosity as she kept sending him pleading looks. The common consensus appeared to be that this negotiation was up to him.

“It’s been abandoned for years. Most likely one of the ships that went down during the first war.” Neteyam grabbed at the alpha’s battle band, forcing him to stop walking and face him once more. One look at those pleading eyes and Kxolo was already letting out a sigh as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Neteyam then let his boldness come through, slipping a few fingers underneath the bands of his loincloth straps and using that to shuffle the taller man closer.

“I’m not sending the two of you out there alone-”

“We won’t be alone. Lo’ak will be there.” Vamai chimed in, although her ears dropped back when she realized she had cut the Olo’eyktan off.

“That’s not making quite the argument you think it is.” Kxolo muttered, almost too low for them to pick up on.

“Please yawnetu. We would be so careful.” Neteyam’s whispered words cut through the tension with grace. The alpha’s expression softened as he looked down at the pouting male, and for a moment it appeared that the battle had been won. However, Kxolo was carefully prying the omega’s hands away from his loincloth straps. His long fingers wrapped around them easily before bringing them towards his lips for a gentle kiss.

“Baby boy,” Neteyam allows himself to get lost in the pools of affection draping from his mate’s lips. “You know I just want to keep you safe.” Kxolo rubbed his cheek tenderly along the inside of Neteyam’s wrist, effectively scent marking his little mate. The omega’s tail however was already lowering in disappointment. He knew where the conversation was heading.

“These abandoned war sites are no place for my sweet omega.” His tone dripped like honey and Neteyam could already feel himself shuffling closer in response. “Even your father has said so.”

Kxolo softly ran his thumb over the omega’s bottom lip but Neteyam’s nose was already scrunched and eyes slitted into daggers.

“He says that about everything!” He ripped himself from the embrace, almost staggering over the curving roots along the ground. “You two always choose the most annoying shit to agree on.”

From behind he could hear Vamai’s footsteps racing over, preparing to do some damage control but it was too late.

“Neteyam!” Kxolo’s tone cut through the air like a knife and unfortunately the omega was all too familiar with interpreting the threats woven into one word.

“I think what Neteyam is trying to say-”

“This Sky Demon technology can be dangerous and unpredictable. Eywa only knows what it is-”

“No you just don’t know what it is. I do. Like I said it’s a hovercraft that crashed-”

“It does not matter what it is.” Kxolo's voice was slowly rising to follow Neteyam’s own. “Your father already explained about the tracking…capabilities of these machines.”

This made Neteyam’s eyebrows furrow for a moment. It was always an interesting conversation when discussing technology with Kxolo who had very limited knowledge or experience with such things.

“Are you talking about trackers? Like tracking chips?”

“They could find you. Snatch you away…”

Kxolo’s words droned on in the background that Neteyam could no longer hear over the blood rushing in his ears. Of course his father would opt to tell his mate only about the worst parts of these ships. It seemed that the only times the two of them appeared to be getting along was when they were rambling on about the omega’s safety and the dangers present out there. Naturally, his father seemed to have realized that painting technology in a certain light to Kxolo would keep the boy from wandering into forbidden territory without Jake even raising a finger.

It was genius.

And it made Neteyam’s hands clench into fists.

“You don’t even know what you are talking about!” Neteyam screeched and Vamai was already pulling his shoulder back.

“Nete” She whispered in a pleading warning. Things were already spiraling out of control but so was his mood. It was taking a downward drop that was far from being able to rectify itself.

“The answer is no, Neteyam.”

Kxolo continued down the path and Vamai was already running after him, ready to make her own case and clean up Neteyam’s mess.

“Fine, I don’t need your permission anyways.” His words came out as hardly more than a whisper but Kxolo’s tail flicked to attention. Within an instant the alpha had turned on his heel and stomped over toward his mate.

“Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan if you go out there without my permission, you and I will have a problem! A big problem! And I don’t just mean a little swat on the bum. Do you understand?!” The alpha’s deep voice boomed across the forest. The noise was enough to flit several swarms of birds to the sky. Neteyam couldn’t help but curl in on himself as his mate’s large frame created a looming shadow over him.

“That goes for you too.” The Olo’eyktan sternly pointed at Vamai who was already raising her hands in surrender.

“Neteyam.” Kxolo pressed for an answer once more.

“Yes alpha.” The omega weakly whispered, unable to lift his gaze away from the muddy forest floor. He watched as his mate’s feet came into his line of view. He bit his lip in anticipation. Anger had swiftly scrambled away and now all that remained was the pressing desire to submit and cry all rolled into one.

A flat nose traced along the edge of his cheek but the omega still refused to meet those golden eyes. He kept his focus firmly planted on the ground, even bothering to shut his eyes when Kxolo had stooped to bring them nose to nose.

“Yawntutsyìp, look at me.” Kxolo’s large hands bracketed either side of Neteyam’s face. It brought a warmth that always settled low in the omega’s gut. “Come on.”

He reluctantly obeyed, trying to push back the gathering tears.

“Come now, baby boy. Please don’t cry.” Kxolo whispered against his lips then placed a kiss there. And another. And another. Neteyam’s own lips were slow to respond but that didn’t sway the alpha away. “I know you are upset…” He sighed but Neteyam wasn’t sure if that was the correct word for his feelings. More than anything, he felt overwhelmed, bubbling up a desire to be held and comforted. “But I promise to make it up to you.”

Neteyam allowed his eyes to close this time when their lips met in a passionate but languid kiss. He seeped into the male’s arms and took every bit of physical connection possible. It slowly eased his tears away. Subconsciously he chased after the male’s lips when they finally pulled away.

“I promise.” Kxolo’s hips smoothly sealed against his own. Heat coiled at the pit of Neteyam’s stomach. Truly he knew that the alpha had a plethora of creative ways to make it up to him, ways that had his nerves tingling in anticipation.

Out of the corner of his eye Neteyam could just barely make out Vamai’s small form, her arms crossed and hip popped. Even with that one look he could practically hear her voice say, “We need to work on your negotiation skills.”

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Ma Neteyam pt.14

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Part 13 I Masterlist I AO3

Pairing: Omega Neteyam (20 yrs old) x Alpha Male OC

Synopsis: The days following Neteyam's heat don't go as planned.

Warnings: aged up characters, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, mentions of smut MDNI, male x male, omegaverse, power imbalance, omega/alpha dynamics, gore, blood, injury, trauma, anxiety, etc.

The next few days were a jumbled mess, hardly conceivable for Kxolo who at least had half a mind left in the midst of heightened lust. He was drawn between sleeping, fucking, and small moments where he had enough sense to care for his omega. The days blurred together.

The sweet essence of his mate was quick to intoxicate him into a one track mind focus. The experience reminded him of the days he spent as a youth drinking the strong liquor with his friends for the first time and waking up in the morning with a spotty memory. This, however, left him bone-tired yet still yearning for more.

Neteyam was implacable, waking up every couple of hours with wandering hands and whining pleas. Naturally he was more than happy to help his needy little mate, but by day three he was starting to feel the physical toll it had on his body. The two would collapse upon the disastrous jumble of fabric that used to be a nest and Kxolo waned in the afterburn of overworked muscles.

Regardless, a word of complaint never left the alpha’s lips. One look at the sleeping boy curled up against his side and the Olo’eyktan knew his exhaustion was nothing in the light of his poor omega’s fatigue. Kxolo vowed to endlessly tire himself out pleasing his omega if it meant keeping Neteyam curled by his side forever. He, however, did worry for Neteyam as the days flew by. It took considerable persuasion to get any sort of food and water in the stubborn omega’s system. Some days required a creative bargain to placate him, promises of filling his tight hole in exchange for finishing the water and fruit prepared for him.

When those bargains still resulted in a pouting omega that constantly tried to get a hand under Kxolo’s loincloth, the Olo’eyktan would change his deal to a well spanked ass as reward for not taking all of the food like a good boy. One way or another, Neteyam always ended up begrudgingly eating his food as fast as possible.

Truth be told, Kxolo was oftentimes surprised that he was able to put a stern foot down in these situations. He had never experienced such an insatiable lust in his life before. Even his periodic ruts gave him desires that seemed easier to quench. Naturally he figured it would do with their destined bond, making him wonder what would happen the next time his own rut would come around. He knew if it was the same level of temptation to put health and wellness aside in favor of sexual gratification, he was in for a long ride.

The one time they were able to bathe had required Kxolo sneaking Neteyam out to the lake while the omega was fast asleep. It was only when the first rush of water brushed Neteyam’s skin that he awoke with a spew of whines. The entire experience was almost laughable as the omega alternated between pouting angrily and trying to kiss along the Olo’eyktan’s body. He had to admit, there were times that the boy’s bratty attitude was endearing. The excursion, however, did not end as anticipated, the smaller male somehow managing to trip Kxolo and straddle his lap.

“You really like to push your luck, Ma Neteyam.” Kxolo ground out, but it was more of an amused chuckle than a warning. Neteyam didn’t miss a beat, reaching down to stroke his mate’s twitching member.

“You said this belongs to me, no?” Neteyam’s voice came out surprisingly stronger than Kxolo expected after all of the screaming the boy had been producing.

“I did say that.”

“Then let me have it.” Neteyam insisted, already lining the head up to his entrance.

For the first time, Kxolo was momentarily rendered speechless. Concerns for hygiene evaporated as he couldn’t resist watching Neteyam ride him, large hands guiding the boy through it, slowly teaching him the best way to take him. That spit fire attitude along with the tight velvet walls of Neteyam’s hole had him throbbing and ready to burst in record time.

Kxolo couldn’t help himself from constantly checking the treeline for passerbys. The floral scent wafting from his mate had him on high alert for other individuals creeping in through the entirety of Neteyam’s presentation. Fucking up into him at the edge of the lake, Kxolo worried that an unlucky stumbling male wouldn’t just get a few hisses but rather the full wrath of a possessive alpha on edge. It’s hard to say whether or not his small omega would be able to save a stranger from such a situation.

They left the lake almost as dirty as they came, but Kxolo couldn’t find it in himself to care. The omega would be lucky to make it home before finding his hole dripping with a new round of cum.

Kxolo’s most complexing and yet entertaining discovery was the use of Neteyam’s second language. It came in the heat of the moment, Kxolo’s lips wrapped around his small cock as the boy cried and whined, his small wrists caught in one of the Olo’eyktan’s hands to keep him from reaching for tsaheylu. At first, he had beamed around the shaft, satisfied that his omega was already babbling literal gibberish. However, when a particular word had rained from the boy’s lips over and over, the older male’s ears twitched to try and make sense of the sound.

The frequency increased until half the words Neteyam would scream during heightened cries spread into wider vowels; it was impossible for it to be Na’vi. He often forgot there was another dialectic swimming in the omega’s brain. The alpha wondered if it ever felt strange to speak exclusively Na’vi within this clan.

Kxolo tried to find the meaning of these passing words, but Neteyam was either too far gone or too stubborn to give any translations. He promised himself to get it out of the boy someday, perhaps some edging would make him more agreeable. The alpha tucked away the idea for later. His main concerns for the week were satiating Neteyam and keeping the boy from forming tsaheylu while he slept.

It was borderline impressive how persistent and clever Neteyam had been in trying to form their bond. If there was one thing Kxolo had learned about the omega it was that Neteyam had a knack for finding an angle and exploiting it to get the desired results. Or at least, he never stopped trying. After the third time of waking up to Neteyam messing with his Kuru, seconds away from creating a bond, Kxolo had decided it was time to take precautionary measures.

The Olo’eyktan’s hand ached from the countless hours of sleep where he held the boy’s small wrists together tightly. He had been tempted to use a smooth rope but the moment the soft twine was revealed Neteyam was blabbering promises of being good. All it took was a few tears from those shining eyes for Kxolo to decide he could handle holding his wrists for a few more days.

On the fifth morning Kxolo awoke on his own volition and not to the feel of small hands struggling to get out. Wrist still clamped in the Olo’eyktan’s grip, Neteyam was sprawled out beside him, body twisted in a fashion that made the alpha cringe. It was a wonder how the boy managed to contort himself into the strangest positions during his slumber. Hesitantly, he let the boy’s wrists go. They dropped like dead weight.

Neteyam looked dead to the world, tailed curled around his own thigh as soft breaths blew from his pouty lips. Kxolo was content to watch the boy for a while longer, trying to analyze whether or not his presentation had fully passed. There was a new tang to the boy’s essence, but it was misted over by his own overwhelming scent mixed in. A proud smile curled at the edges of his lips.

As it should be Kxolo mentally affirmed.

He traced one fingertip gently along the boy’s vertebrae. Neteyam’s tail lashed out, tickling at the alpha’s nose. Tickling touches laced the omega’s back and sides, slowly coercing him to awaken from slumber. Kxolo was patient, murmuring his name softly, watching the boy’s ears twitch as the only form of acknowledgment. It was a stark contrast to the marathon of pounding him into oblivion. There was still a tinge of desire lacing his lower stomach, but the Olo’eyktan held it at bay.

Beneath the overwhelming perfume of their mixed scents, Kxolo could just barely make out the essence of calm washing over the omega. He was content. Exhausted, but content.

“Ma Neteyam.” He whispered, breath catching the wispy hair at the base of Neteyam’s neck. His tail swatted against the ground, giving away his feigned sleeping. “We can’t stay here forever, my love.”

“Why not?” Neteyam spoke, lips barely parting to create anything close to tangible words.

Kxolo grinned, finally pulling the omega backwards to spoon him from behind. His own tail naturally twisted around the omega’s ankle, tracing soft patterns on the skin there. It was a tempting fantasy, staying here while the rest of Pandora continued on to figure out its own problems.

“I suppose I could keep you here. Keep my precious little omega locked away in my hut, ready and willing to take me whenever I desire.” Neteyam’s huffed laugh coalesced with the alpha’s playful growl, sharp teeth nipping at the back of his neck.

“And let you go out and have all the fun? What if you are my prisoner for a change?”

Kxolo’s eyes twinkled with delight. Instinctively, his arms tightened around the male’s middle.

“Seems only fair at this point.” Neteyam insisted. Their legs tangled together lazily, the remnants of cum sticky along their skin. Face pressed against the nape of his neck, Kxolo’s nostrils flared as he breathed in his scent as if it was the only breathable oxygen left on Pandora.

He turned the omega to face him before surrendering his own wrists to the boy.

“Then take me now, omega.” Kxolo was certain there was nothing more beautiful than the wide toothy grin that Neteyam sent him in return. Small giggles threatened to escape the younger male’s throat, but he kept it at bay. The wrists were snatched by smaller hands that struggled to cinch around them completely. Neteyam playfully yanked on them, causing a deep chuckle to rumble from the alpha.

“You may find, however, that I don’t cause as much trouble as you, little one.” Kxolo’s smirk never dropped even as he lifted his arms to protect himself from Neteyam’s weak hits. Laughter bubbled between the two, legs intertwining and wrestling for the upperhand.

Despite his aching muscles, the Olo’eyktan’s strength still greatly outmatched that of his bone tired omega. He caught the small boy’s wrists, pinning them against the floor before straddling that slim waist and crashing his lips down feverishly on Neteyam’s.

All remnants of struggle melted into preening arched movements from Neteyam. Their tongues danced in perfect rhythm as the alpha kissed the daylights out of him. Kxolo bit at the bottom lip when he could smell the familiar scent of slick leaking down his omega’s leg. When they finally broke apart, Neteyam’s eyes were dilated and breath heavy.

“Alpha-”

“You need to heal, Neteyam. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Neteyam huffed in protest but apparently was too tired to fight back. It only took a few steps on shaky legs for Neteyam to almost fall out of the tree, therefore landing himself in Kxolo’s arms for the rest of the trek to the lake. Although his inner alpha slightly whined at having to wash away the visual claim, Kxolo meticulously scrubbed at the boy’s skin till all remnants of white were gone. Luckily, he was satisfied to find that their mixed perfume had remained evermore obvious.

The simple act of putting on clothes again felt foreign after days of primarily nudity. The weight of his carefully carved knife sheathed in its holster held a more present weight than he could recall. The bright side was that with some proper persuasion, the Olo’eyktan managed to convince Neteyam to adorn some traditional color of his clan. The sight made him swell in pride, grin only widening even more when the boy wordlessly added the waist beads.

“She is expected to return soon. Surely that will take some of the edge off.” Leynyey assured the young Na’vi girl. Vamai already knew first hand that Pulo was a tough trainer. She could easily imagine him running the poor girl through the reps endlessly, especially with the absence of his own mate on a foraging trip. Vamai herself was growing tired of Pulo’s constant presence.

Usually Neteyam’s petty dislike of Pulo was enough to grant Vamai and the Sully boy some proper alone time. However, it had been days since word of Neteyam’s presentation had surfaced and without Neteyam or Epok’s company, the task of keeping the other alpha entertained had somehow fallen to her. To say Vamai was growing restless would be an understatement.

Leynyey continued to carefully weave feathers into the younger Na’vi female’s hair as Vamai absent mindedly prepared the poison arrows carefully. Vamai had always felt a bit outside of the inner circle, especially when it came to her own gender, but listening to their endless chatter was a welcomed distraction from worrying about Neteyam. Five days was not a ridiculous or unusual amount of time for presentations to last. Some newly presented omegas were cooped up in their huts for an entire week. Vamai herself regretted the length of her own.

Cold but hot. Burning and empty. Shivering across the soft surface of a secluded hut, one that was not meant for her. It was meant for them. Dark webs of these memories cloud her mental presence without permission.

She shook her head, mentally flinging all residue of that dark time from her brain. Dwelling on the past would get her nowhere. She had learned. She had evolved. Nothing beyond that was important.

To her dismay, however, Vamai had found that her inner omega took comfort in shifting her thoughts towards the other Sully son. The same male that had given her the best orgasm of her life on a whim. The same who wouldn’t stop trying to contact her through the weird necklace. Although Neteyam's absence was the perfect time to adorn the piece without a hint of suspicion, she had held off. It was kept safely tucked away in her baskets, hoping to muddle any unexpected sounds while her parents were home. She hadn’t blatantly been ignoring the male, but the omega oftentimes let his calls drift off until he had given up.

On her weaker nights, she had answered. Only with short words and snide comments, but enough to keep Lo’ak chatting away. It was difficult to say whether he was making up for her own short answers or if he was simply that talkative. He spoke of his family and duties mostly. He had learned within the first day that any mention of what happened at the waterfall would result in immediate disconnection. Memories of that day still added to the regular program of Lo’ak lacing her dreams, but explicitly talking about it would be too much.

Occasionally he would ask about Neteyam, wondering how he was holding up. A tinge of panic would race through her heart at the mere mention of the omega. She didn’t require a specific request from the Olo’eyktan to know that sharing the news of Neteyam’s presentation with his family would not be appreciated. Luckily, her clipped and vague response was nothing out of the ordinary for these conversations.

Part of her expected him to give up, finding these interactions unsatisfactory. Still, he continued to persevere. Vamai lamented that her nature sent a wave of relief when his smirky voice echoed through her room every night. She fought the urge to answer immediately. A few nights she was stubborn enough to not answer at all, but those bursts of strengthened resolve were fleeting. Inevitably, her hand would on its own accord reach into the basket and grab the strange sky people tech with practiced familiarity.

“Honestly, I wasn’t expecting to see Olo’eyktan till the end of the week.”

Vamai’s head snapped up, focus finally coming back to the present moment. Sure enough, off in the distance Neteyam could be spotted shyly walking next to their Olo’eyktan. Relief flooded her system, legs carrying her towards the other omega without conscious thought. Every other clan member was ignored and dodged as she bounded towards her best friend.

Neteyam nearly toppled over when Vamai sprung at him, jumping up to reach her arms around the taller omega. Thankfully, Kxolo was there stabilizing his mate within a second. She veered back slightly, but only to ensure that the boy’s already shaking legs wouldn’t collapse beneath him.

“Oh my Eywa! Never leave me with these skxawngs again!” Her grip was merciless, causing Kxolo to shift slightly closer, but Neteyam only laughed at her antics. Still, Vamai could feel the heavy gaze of an anxious alpha holding back the urge to sweep his mate away again. She squeezed him that much tighter, until the distinct smell of Kxolo bombarded her senses.

She pulled back and scrunched her nose.

“Don’t you think you overdid it a little?” Vamai sneered at her Olo’eyktan. While Neteyam’s ears twitched and cheeks tinted pink, Kxolo only grinned down at the small female proudly with crossed arms. “I mean my Eywa, putting a baby inside of him would’ve been a lesser effect.”

“Ok that’s enough.” Neteyam groaned, fighting the urge to cover his reddening complexion.

“Well I thought you would want to spend some time with my mate, but I’d be happy to take him off your hands if it bothers you so much.” Kxolo was already snaking both arms around the boy’s waist and pulling him back into his hard chest. He glowed with the arrogance and pride of a mated alpha. Vamai supposed she couldn’t expect anything less from an alpha still experiencing the lingering effects of omega presentation. She shot forward, snatching Neteyam away roughly. There was no telling how long Kxolo would keep him if given the chance and Vamai was not interested in finding out.

“Don’t be so selfish.” Her bared teeth glimmered in the sunlight. Although reluctant, Kxolo’s grip loosened before finally parting from his mate. A few words of salutations were whispered affectionately followed by a prolonged kiss, that was sure to have more tongue than necessary, before the Olo’eyktan strode off to join the hunting party.

Vamai wasted no time in corralling the other omega away from the clan members. They naturally fell into stride along the familiar path that led towards the small river. Teasing comments easily left her lips, amused by the faint glow of embarrassment that Neteyam’s face still held. It was endearing and amusing to see how shy the boy insisted on being.

However, when the conversation steered away from his presentation and the explicit acts that he and the Olo’eyktan had performed, Neteyam was surprised to find that Vamai didn’t immediately reel it back. She indulged his curiosity about the last few days, complaining about Pulo’s annoying badgering mixed with the boring conversations held by the other clan women. As always, Vamai spoke with a vibrancy and energy that left Neteyam exhausted, but he could sense a missing passion in each of her short stories.

They lounged along the river, this time Neteyam joined her in sprawling out over the shallow waters rushing along the colorful rocks. Gentle breezes and trickling water down her back sweetly cooled Vamai’s skin. They lay there for a while, staring up at the canopy of trees creating intricate shadows over the landscape. It was comfortable, even relaxing. However, Vamai could not stop herself from peeking over at the boy from the corner of her eyes periodically.

Neteyam preened under the golden sunlight with closed eyes and an evenly rising and falling chest that made her question whether or not he was asleep. Possessive marks and bites littered his skin. That was expected, but her reaction wasn’t.

Vamai’s chest tightened as her golden eyes danced over the marks left in a seemingly intimate fashion. Although her first habit was to imagine these marks as possessive branding left in an aggressive heat driven fashion, her mind couldn’t help but conjure sweet images of kind words whispered between those visual reminders of mating. And with Neteyam breathing in the sunlight with the satisfaction and peace of an omega who desired nothing more in the world, it was impossible to spin it any other way.

“What are you looking for?” His eyes didn’t open, but she averted her own.

“Nothing.”

He finally peeked through narrowed slits, studying his friend with a diligence that made her look away. Vamai clumsily grappled for a handful of colorful rocks in the rivers and began to roll them absent mindedly against her palm.

“We didn’t bond.”

She could hear the swish of water, indicating Neteyam sitting up and scooting closer.

“That’s good, right? Isn’t that what you were worried about?”

“Yeah…it’s good.”

The awkward tension filling the space flipped her stomach into constant summersaults. The rocks dug into the soft flesh of her palms. Electricity buzzed at her nerves, a constant temptation to run off into the treeline. She prayed to Eywa that Neteyam could not sense her sudden apprehension. However, those sparks singed her from the inside until it felt that the only release would be to spit out the words lodged in her throat.

“You are ok, though, right?” Vamai’ neck strained at the sudden snap turn. Neteyam blinked back at her, bewildered. “You can tell me honestly.”

Neteyam stilled under her focused attention, eyes darting cautiously along her expression.

“I actually feel a lot better.”

“Than during your presentation, yeah of course-”

“No, better than before it.”

Vamai’s tail curled in the air, ears twitching anxiously. Neteyam shifted slightly and rubbed at the back of his neck with a sigh but to her surprise, he didn’t back down from the statement.

“It’s hard to explain but…” Vamai jerked slightly when a sudden burst of energy had Neteyam shuffling to his knees and facing her properly. “Before it just felt like that voice at the back of my head was a constant annoyance, like some force of nature that worked against my own free will. It’s disorienting and confusing and always bashing in my skull, or at least it was.”

She knew that feeling all too well. Omega instincts were nothing to underestimate, something she had come to accept.

“And now, it’s less restless. Like it’s been satiated. I can understand the origin of thoughts and desires but they are easier to pick through, easier to comprehend. I suppose that’s what fully presenting is, getting rid of the fight between yourself and your nature. You know what I mean?” He nudged her softly with an eased smile.

Vamai’s own lips felt physically pained to send him one in return.

“Yeah, right.”

Her thoughts turned clumsily with an unleashed vitality. Cold chills raced along her vertebrae as she watched him beam. She wondered if it was wrong to agree with him, to let him think that these feelings were simply effects of omega presentation. It was slightly unnerving to watch him speak of the event with such fondness and relief. Surely, the sexual pleasure and release was not to be underestimated but it was the way he rambled on about alignment with his nature that left a heavy weight on her chest.

The longer he babbled happily about it, the heavier it became. The tangible strain of smiling and nodding along increased tenfold. His words tangled with her own racing thoughts that constantly worked to decipher the situation. They bounced against the inner walls of her skull until it was throbbing, until it felt as if it was on the brink of shattering.

“Vamai.” Reality snapped back into place. “I’m boring you.” Neteyam half heartedly huffed a laugh, but there was no mistaking the concern swimming along his features.

“Of course not.” It didn’t ring true in her own ears and judging by Neteyam’s grimace, there was little hope that he believed her either. Her fingers twisted through the colorful frayed strings of her loincloth, expelling the smallest amount of the zapping electricity. The gaze of sunlight upon her azure skin suddenly felt penetrating, eating away at her until a bead of sweat trickled from her forehead down the slope of her soft cheek. So much for subtly.

“I know that your presentation was different.”

Different.

Curled up alone in a miserable ball of grief and pain, tortured by her own nature. Cursing the name of Eywa for five days, while searching for relief from the aching fire that consumed everything in its wake. The cold slab of the cave floor a hollow and empty contrast to the embrace that she had grown accustomed to. The arms that were meant to be holding her dearly, soothing away every morsel of pain and desire.

Different is one way to describe it.

If only he knew.

“Maybe I should be a little more sensitive-”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Nete.” She sprung to her feet, focusing on shaking the remains of water away from her thighs instead of the threatening wall of tears behind glazed eyes. “I’m not a baby. I can handle getting the inside scoop. In fact, I encourage it.”

As if caught in a steel trap, her eyes were forced to calmly peer down at the boy. His own tail was around his hip. She couldn’t tell if it was a sign of apprehension or rather pity, but either option caused her stomach to flip.

“I know…It’s just you don’t really talk about it that much.”

She knew this story. Knew how it was going to play out. The looks of sympathy, the casually thrown promises of better days. All just shields to the uncomfortable pity that other Na’vi don’t know what to do with. Simply masks that were worn to show support and comfort, while secretly thanking the Great Mother that their misfortune was not as drastic. If only they knew how transparent their feelings truly were.

Followed by the initial cheer of relief, each familiar face had been painted with those masks upon the morning of her return. Family and friends had constantly reached out, eager to put a hand of consolation on her shoulder or share personal remedies and advice. Kxolo himself had visited almost every day after the occurrence, feverishly promising assistance, or revenge depending on his mood.

Time had passed. The well-meaning, yet nagging, soothing had slowed until finally ceasing. Still, those looks continued. Her story lived on in the whispered conversations racketing along the clan in her absence, voices dripped in a somber tone.

Neteyam was immune to this, blissfully unaware and therefore holding the capacity to treat her like every other Na’vi.

Her best friend for a reason.

Vamai’s saving grace came in the form of a panting beta, rushing through the greenery with dilated pupils and a heavy chest. Dread fell over the pair. His presence penetrated the atmosphere brashly, swarming Vamai’s initial feelings of relief into a bundle of anxiety at his appearance. She recognized him as Lanil, one of the newer betas joining the hunting party after finally passing his Iknimaya.

Twin tails perked in alert, watching the male with emploring eyes.

“The hunting party returned but Olo’eyktan-”

Neteyam was gone, racing through the trees with frantic urgency before the male could finish.

The healer’s tent was bursting at the seams with Na’vi. The crowd suffocated the outer walls, only shooed away by the young healers in training. A tunnel was forced through the crowd only to allow healers rushing in and out of the hut, carrying baskets of plants and ointments. It was the blood staining their hands, however, that had bile threatening to crawl up Neteyam’s throat.

The omega didn’t have to push through the crowd, to his horror they parted for him till he had breached the entrance. Out of respect as Olo’eyktan’s mate or out of sympathy, he couldn’t tell. Although he had rushed to the tent with a speed that had his joints aching, peeking through the gap in the tent, Neteyam found his feet planted to the muddy soil.

The sliver of sunlight illuminating the musky tent only revealed a peak of blue skin, nothing to indicate his mate’s wellbeing. Kxolo’s natural essence was woven too tightly with those of strangers and gushing blood. Who’s blood though? It was a smell that Neteyam had grown well accustomed to. However, back home it was commonly tinged with the perfume of gunpowder and a metallic undertone. It had always twisted his stomach into knots, urging him to check for injuries among his father and mother. Now, however, it rendered him stagnant.

He swore that Eywa herself had strung an entanglement of roots and vines as a binding for his feet to the forest floor.

“Neteyam, you can come in.” Tsahik poked her head through the sliver of an opening coaxing him inside with a rushed wave of her palm. He followed reluctantly, but she was across the length of the hut too fast for him to keep up.

Thick permeated air of smoke and herbal clouds weighed heavy in his lungs. Nai’vi warriors were sprawled across the expanse of the hut. Groans of pain emitted from younger warriors as wounds were patched and sewn while the elder stubbornly suffered in silence. Shriveled into himself, Neteyam trudged along, carefully directed himself around the thrashing tails and rushing healers.

The scream that broke loose was toe curling. It cut through the atmosphere with a merciless slice, causing a squeak to fall from his lips as the omega shuffled and tripped on his own feet.

It was then that familiar hands caught him from behind, slowly lowering him to sit.

A small sound echoed in his throat at the sight of his mate very much alive and not the male screaming beyond the curtain. With a quivered lip and the inability to form words that made sense in the situation, Neteyam geared his energy towards looking over the alpha for serious injuries. Patches of purple and dark blue littered his skin, broken up by small cuts, but they were minor. The only serious injury was the deep wound under his back shoulder blade that a small Na’vi girl worked on patching diligently.

“You’re ok.”

Kxolo simply grunted in response, eyes barely flashing to meet Neteyam’s for a moment. He sat motionless, still as the stone that Neteyam and his siblings used to jump off of and into the river. Although the girl rubbed a generous amount of ointment along the open wound, he never flinched.

“Who let you in here?” The gruff rumble of his voice cut brashly. The deep ember of calming affection had dissipated from his irises, leaving only a vacant stare in its place. Kxolo was already moving to shuffle the omega out of the tent, protests erupting from his healer. “I’m fine. Go home, Neteyam.”

“B-but-”

A shrilling scream whipped at the wind once more, cascading a shiver down Neteyam’s spine. Kxolo didn’t flinch, showed no visual signs of recognition but every muscle tensed and locked into place, the veins of his hands protruding from his tightening grip. A small beta sprinted from behind the curtain, blood scattered along her forearms and hands that held an empty basket firmly. Eyes followed her form till it had been swallowed by the tent’s closing flap.

“Olo’eyktan…I’m finished.” The small beta behind him quietly spoke, eyes meeting with Neteyam’s for a moment. He searched her expression for answers, foolishly hoping to find an account of today’s events and how it had led to such bloodshed. An explanation as to where the kind glow in his mate’s eyes had gone.

“Go home.” Kxolo’s voice came out as a distant whisper this time, body curling forward towards the mysterious curtain that hid a gory scene. Just watching his looming frame edge closer to the fabric made Neteyam’s knees shake. Images of wounds and shrapnel embedded in skin invaded his mind. Unwanted visuals that haunted Neteyam’s mind as memories, ones never meant to have been obtained.

Kxolo on the other hand took long strides laced with firm determination across the space. Although his head was not held as high as usual, the Olo’eyktan never looked down. Dark orbs staring straight ahead, ready to face whatever horrors awaited him behind that thin wall of protection.

A sudden burning to follow emerged. Neteyam wanted to warn him, to reel him back from scenes that can never be unseen. Memories that linger like smoke in the air, deeply seated in your lungs until there is no more room for fresh air. Having Toruk Makto, the mighty warrior and defeater of Sky People, for a father is a matter of fate. It can’t be escaped because it was strung into his destiny before Neteyam’s first breath. Eywa choses where we weave into the fabric of other’s lives. Neteyam couldn’t avoid seeing these griefs, but he could protect Kxolo.

The wailing grew intensely, the weight of heavy dread in the air sinking down onto everyone within earshot.

Neteyam’s hand just barely reached to circle around one of Kxolo’s wrists gently before his broad frame split the soft fabric. Less than two steps, however, and Neteyam realized he wouldn’t have to tug the male back after all.

“You are not needed here.” Tsahik braced an arm across his chest, backing him up until fully out of the secluded space. Kxolo planted his feet, but didn’t dare push back in resistance. Curious gazes fell upon the throuple.

“He is my student, I’m helping.”

“And now he lies among my wounded, under my care. You will only get in the way. Go home and rest.”

“Rest.” Kxolo scoffed, nose scrunching up to reveal the tips of his canines. Tsahik was neither bothered nor dettered by the attitude. The undivided attention from those around made Neteyam squirm and tighten his hold on the alpha’s wrist, but he didn’t allow himself to snuggle close for comfort as he desired. Not when he was caught in the midst of a showdown between the clan’s Tsahik and Olo’eyktan. Unspoken murmurs morphed into a frozen tension locking everyone in place, the only sound continuing being that of the injured Na’vi behind the curtain.

Were it not for his concern for Kxolo, Neteyam would’ve shrunk away, convinced that this was business between the clan’s leaders and not for him. He had been shooed out of enough conversations between his grandmother and father to know his place by now.

“Neteyam, take him home please.”

All eyes landed on him. He went to protest, to explain that this was not his place to speak out, but that sentiment didn’t seem to hold true anymore. He did have a role to play in this scene now. He was the Olo’eyktan’s mate, or at least in the eyes of the people he was. Tsahik’s pointed eyes softened upon falling on Neteyam. The slightest jerk of her head and whip of her tail finally gave the omega the encouragement needed to start tugging again.

Another mewl rang through the air.

“Get some rest.” She soothed, placing a hand on the alpha’s shoulder. The muscles of his back tightened visibly. “I will keep you updated on any progress.”

“Kxolo.” He pleaded.

Void of any reaction, the Olo’eyktan’s feet finally began to trudge backwards. Tsahik didn’t wait around to see her orders followed, slipping back past the curtain. The crowd parted for them outside the tent, some curious gazes looking for signs of serious injuries on their Olo’eyktan. Neteyam dared to peek back at the male only to find a stoic expression sunk into place. Eyes dead straight forward, Kxolo maintained a steady pace behind him.

Halfway home Neteyam finally realized that he was holding dead weight in his grip, an unnecessary urging to get his mate home, but he dared not drop it. His smaller fingers held tighter, cherishing their one point of contact. His hindbrain weeped and begged him to snuggle close, to encircle the male in his arms till that shine and affectionate smile would return. Still, all he could bring himself to focus on was making it back to their hut. Back to the place where answers could be received.

That is, if he wanted them.

If he wanted to know what had happened on such a short hunt to reduce his alpha into a shell of what he was that morning. The rays of a proud beaming alpha had dissipated into darkness. Netyam felt his own giddy feelings wash away with every glance he sent back at the stoic man.

Kxolo remained silent as he sat on the woven floor of their home. Although his back was straight as a rod, showing forth the confidence and surety of a true leader, Neteyam couldn’t help but see an invisible deflation. Only the slow occasional blinks over those sunken eyes showed Kxolo was awake.

“I’m sorry if I scared you.”

No explanation, no words or traces of comfort.

Neteyam sunk down onto his knees behind him, hands hesitantly placing themselves along those broad shoulders. Blood seeped through the thick bandage upon his left shoulder blade. Neteyam’s fingertips barely grazed the leathery texture of the leaf bandage. Pushing away the tangled braids, the omega fitted his face against the nape of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent.

It was tainted with riddle emotions. Dark edges clouding over the affectionate acceptance of his touch. Neteyam’s nose crinkled before softly resting his chin upon Kxolo’s shoulder. His expression remained stoic.

“What happened?”

No matter how long the silence stretched, Neteyam forced himself to sit into it. His fingers twitched along the smooth skin of his mate’s upper biceps, but he waited patiently for an answer. Solutions were hard to come by without knowing the problem. However, watching the grimace slink across the Olo’eyktan’s face, he had a fair idea of what emotion plagued him.

“A miscalculation.”

His tail lay lifeless across the woven floor. Neteyam’s own followed suit subconsciously. Somehow he managed to piece together an attitude of patience even as questions bombarded and swirled around his every thought. That frazzled energy was concentrated and expressed through simple touches along Kxolo’s shoulders and back. So fragile and light it could’ve been mistaken as a ghostly breeze. He didn’t know if it made any difference for his mate of stone as he drew idle circles along the warm skin, but it made his own heart beat slow down into a peaceful rhythm.

These actions felt familiar, almost practiced, although more times than not it was his alpha creating imaginary drawings along his form instead of the other way around. Nevertheless, his hindbrain purred and settled with every stroke, relaxing into the heat of his skin.

“The angtsik were meant to be at the drinking hole this time of day. The stampede was there and gone within an instant. Got most of the others relatively out of the way. Sian was less lucky.” He spoke as if in a trance, a flash of memory skating along his eyes. Still, he never turned; never let his rigid posture loosen.

Unfortunately it was a countenance that Neteyam not only recognized but knew first hand from himself. The weight of responsibility constantly pressed against his chest. Outcomes and solutions would never erase the horror of knowing that the origin of problems lied with you. That you could’ve stopped a misfortune but now the opportunity was lost.

“It’s not your fault.” Words that had been repeated to him over and over by his sister and grandmother, yet they could never hold the power necessary.

There were no magic phrases or string of poetic lines that could seep into one’s being until it had finally been accepted as truth. Loved ones had tried, reaching out for heart to heart conversations while he sat along the small river; his hideout. He knew then that nothing could be said to erase the blackened mark on his record with every mistake. Some days words of comfort brought forth a tinge of annoyance, as if no one could understand that the damage had been done. Every mistake saddled him with weighted guilt and reminders of his shortcomings.

Now, sitting here on the other side of the glass, Neteyam could finally understand the helplessness that must’ve racked his own family. They were the wrong words, but what more could he say?

“I’m Olo’eyktan. That hunting party was under my care. The People are under my care. My responsibility. My duty.” The tuff of Kxolo’s tail shortly whipped against the floor with a soft puff. The usually perked and attentive ears had nestled back against his skull, hidden partly by his dark hair.

Hair that had lost its shine and neat appearance, decorated braids had wrapped and tangled together into clustered knots. Some had nestled far out of place to the point where Neteyam’s eyes strained to find their origin at the male’s scalp. He wondered what sort of maneuver his mate had performed to put them in such a state. Images of scrambling Na’vi being pulled from the floor by the Olo’eyktan’s strong arms, seconds away from being crushed by the leather skin covered heavy feet flashed to the front of his mind’s eye. Another shot of panic bolted through him at the new onslaught of disturbing images. Although already knowing his state of injury, Neteyam couldn’t help but flash desperate glances along the male’s form in search of further overlooked ailments.

Hysteria was quickly squeezing his lungs together in a tight grip. His calming touches had stopped and Neteyam struggled to get a grip on himself. Now was not the time to panic. His mate was looking forward with a countenance of haunted death and he had not a single word of solace to pull him back. The omega needed an outlet, something that would feel like helping no matter how small the impact.

“Your hair is tangled.” Neteyam whispered in a jumble. He spotted the slightest of nods from the alpha. Another steadying breath filled his lungs, urging his body back into control. The racing of heated blood began to lose speed. “Let me fix it.”

However, it came out as a declaration rather than a seeking of approval. Neteyam crawled along the disastrous mess of their hut and dug through various baskets that had been toppled over in the heat of lust. Eventually he gathered the necessary tools; moisturizing hair oil and a bone toothed comb.

Settling himself back behind Kxolo’s towering frame, Neteyam took the first braid between his fingers. Dark silky hair reflected the shimmer of golden sunlight sneaking through the mouth of their hut. Although stubborn at certain points, the dark locks slowly began to unwind into fallen waves. Neteyam lathered his fingertips in the slick oil and diligently smoothed it through his mate’s hair periodically. Braid by braid, the omega found himself settling into the task.

To his delight, he was not the only one.

Although minimal at first, Kxolo began to preen back against the touch. Rigid shoulders fell away into a relaxed posture. There was gradually a shift in the tension that originally lay between them. The heavy aroma of troubled emotion laced pheromones slowly slipped into something lighter. The thick air of tension and looming images of bloodied bodies had begun to fade away.

Neteyam’s movements grew in confidence, falling into a natural rhythm that could’ve been mistaken as overdone routine. An assortment of feathers and beads pooled around Neteyam’s knees, quickly growing into a small pile with every untangling of a braid.

“Neteyam,” The omega perked up at the splitting of silence. “Tell me something.”

“Like what?”

“Anything.”

Neteyam’s diligence faltered, daring to sneak a peek at the male’s expression.

“I doubt it’d be useful to hear my babbling stories-”

“I like your stories.”

And for the first time since coming across his panic stricken mate, Kxolo peered back at him. Their eyes locked, revealing crystal clear vulnerability underneath that Olo’eyktan facade. A softness that was neither shameful nor hidden from Neteyam’s gaze. The strength and trust required to let oneself be seen as you truly are.

Kxolo was a dominant alpha full of pride and courage. Every decision down to the last of his footsteps was laced with confidence and resolve. He stood by those choices and braced himself for whatever consequences followed. His leadership was humble and focused on those around him, taking on any burden he deemed fit for the good of the People.

Neteyam would be lying if he claimed to not find his character admirable.

However, he had never been more impressed than upon seeing Kxolo sink before him, opening himself up completely before the omega.

If there was ever a chance to exploit his captor’s weakness and plot an escape, it was now.

That thought, however, couldn’t break through the overwhelming warmth that seeped like liquid gold into Neteyam’s chest.

“I remember the first time I saw you.” The confession tumbled out on autopilot, without a warning thought. Kxolo’s ears perked upwards in tandem with a raised hairless eyebrow. It seemed too late to take the words back now that the Olo’eyktan’s attention had been captured. So Neteyam found refuge instead through concentrating on untangling braids and using the thick hair to curtain his rising blush.

“A long time ago when you first visited our clan as Olo’eyktan.” He continued, as if the setting would be enough to satisfy his curious mate. Naturally, a spark of amusement was evident in the male’s expression so he continued.

Neteyam had told himself that he would never tell this story. Not to his family, not to his friends, and especially not to the male himself. So why did the it flow effortlessly from his lips?

“I remember.”

Neteyam could feel his heart in his throat, strangling him from getting out a reasonable reply. The silky strands twirled around his fingers as he sat there motionless.

“No I don’t mean a few months ago-”

“I know. Almost a year ago now since you first spied on me from the trees above.”

Heat rose at a rushing pace to spread across his cheek and neck. Although Kxolo remained facing forwards, Neteyam couldn’t help but hide his heated expression between the Olo’eyktan’s shoulder blades. It felt foolish to be mortified being caught spying on his mate such a long time ago after they have now been so intimate with one another, but regardless, the omega felt as if he could curl up into a ball and die.

“Y-you saw?” Although moments before the alpha’s eyes had been tormented with images of murky death, Neteyam could imagine that signature smirk breaking his composure. Behind his back, the omega was given a moment to breathe, safe from the attentive eyes that diligently followed him to and fro.

However, a part of him itched to take another peek. No matter how embarrassing, it would be a relief to see a glimmer of warmth return to his countenance after such traumatic events. Instead, Neteyam adjusted the leaf bandages in faux concentration.

“Rest assured it was not a lack of agility that gave you away, little one.” Although slightly strained, his timber had soothed back into something familiar for his little mate. Caught between conflicting emotions of embarrassment and relief, Neteyam’s small fingers fumbled with the next braid while trying to clear his thoughts. “Even back then your sweet scent knew how to draw me in.”

Neteyam was starting to regret bringing the subject up in the first place. Nothing could change the fact that his devious spying had been not so secret after all, but that knowledge could’ve been left in the dark, allowing the omega to sleep soundly at night. Allowing him to look the Olo’eyktan in the eyes without becoming bashful.

All this time, the one card Neteyam felt he held close to his chest had been exposed from the beginning.

Their official first meeting when they had been formally introduced, how hard Neteyam had worked to school his features into that of pleasant indifference. The first few weeks they had spent with Neteyam denying his attraction towards the older male with every breath. His insistence of hating Kxolo and yet the Olo’eyktan had known. He had known that from the beginning he had captured Neteyam’s attention. There was always an assurance of interest from the young omega.

“It was more coincidental than intentional actually…”

“Coincidentally following me from your little hideout spots.”

“N-no. By Eywa, you can’t go two seconds without letting your big head get in the way.” Neteyam huffed before tugging on one of the half undone braids. It seemed to jolt a sound of surprise and cut laughter from the alpha. As if to break him out of the dreary moment finally.

Neteyam only wished that the laughter was not at his own expense.

“You knew this whole time and yet you never…” He trailed off into a scoff, but the edges of Kxolo’s lips were already tugging upwards.

“I figured you would be a bit bashful about it.” As Neteyam’s blush deepened he hated to admit how correct his alpha’s perception of him was. “Besides, I enjoyed spotting such a cute little omega peeking down curiously from above. The most beautiful creature I’d ever seen.”

Gulping down harshly, Neteyam felt the memories from that day surge forward. The twisted bundle of nerves that had laced his stomach while following the mysterious alpha had almost been enough to make him trip and lose his cover several times. Growing up to be such a responsible adult, practically a third parent for his siblings, Neteyam knew better than to wander off after strangers, especially ones from other clans. So he had been confused by his own persistence in continuing this pointless pursuit. Several times when his father and other Olo’eyktan had stopped and chatted out of earshot, he had turned back with a disappointed huff, only then to reverse his movements at the first twinkling of movement from the pair.

It had been a tug of war Neteyam was unfamiliar playing with himself. Strong desires and attractions for the complimenting genders was normal, he had fallen prey to his own feelings before during the heat of training and random musing he caught of other alphas bathing in the hot springs near his home. However, he maintained a certain level of self respect in quickly turning away and pushing those feelings deep down in his gut. Following this broad shouldered male, however, had felt completely out of his control.

The scent of pine and rushing stream had infiltrated his focus, luring him forward without a second thought. Although their conversation was hard to depict, he clasped to every rumble of the male’s incoherent voice. It was a ripple that spread over his chest in a deep flush till tickling the tips of his ears.

That night Neteyam had barely made it home before his father, rushing to throw himself into the hammock and feign sleep at the first moment possible. Jake had roused his son gently, laying a tender kiss to the boy’s forehead to his surprise, before ushering Neteyam to join them for dinner. Lo’ak must’ve been bored without Neteyam’s presence because he made the older brother pray for it at dinner. Not a moment of peace seemed to be afforded between Lo’ak’s stories and constant teasing.

Every time he had dazed off to stare into the distance, traces of the male’s slim form caressing his mind, Lo’ak had been quick to jump in and demand the attention of the ‘mighty warrior.’ That night had ended with their parents breaking the two of them up, Neteyam managing to pin his alpha brother down for once. He could still remember the flare of anger and surprise that curled along the younger boy’s expression.

Shame and guilt had lingered longer than night after a stern talk from his father. Still, the focal point of his attention had always been centered on Kxolo. The nameless male had infused his dreams that night, waking him up in a heated sweat enough times to leave the boy drowsy and grumpy the next morning. The memory of that secret encounter had conjured a faux essence of the Olo’eyktan until sleep had finally claimed him once more.

It took weeks to push the experience to the back of his head. He knew better than to lust after a strange alpha, let alone allow the simple experience to interfere with his training and daily duties. At some point dreams had faded and Neteyam had caught a grip of himself. Regardless, he had vowed to never reveal what had occurred.

Now, however, Neteyam was left wondering if that was his biggest mistake of all.

Silence had pulled a taunt tension between them once more. Silky strands of dark hair curled around his fingers till releasing into gentle waves, but the omega could no longer focus on the task without being pulled in another direction. A certain spice had taken over the alpha’s natural perfume, bleeding into the tightening strain along his shoulders and neck. Kxolo propped up one knee, flexed forearm laying over it with a forced appearance of nonchalance.

There were many times that Neteyam had found Kxolo hard to read, difficult to break past the forced impression that the Olo’eyktan was so good at projecting to others. Time had passed since then. It would be impossible to pinpoint when exactly that projection had flitted to dust around Neteyam, but regardless it was gone and the omega felt completely insufficient at handling these unbridled emotions.

Was this how it had felt for Kxolo?

Had he too been letting the true essence of himself slip through, negligent to the promises he had made to himself?

“The impression of you stayed with me for weeks…maybe longer.” Neteyam barely allowed his voice to rise above a whisper, afraid it would crack and let his true weakened composure through.

“And what type of impression did you receive?” Neteyam jumped slightly when the hair slipped from his grasp and golden eyes were trained on him intently. “What did you think?”

Think about how such an ethereal glow from an alpha could exist, pulling him taunt towards his presence insistently? What that roasted amber essence would feel against his nose, tucked into the stranger’s neck safely? How someone could single handedly take a hold of his heart within just one interaction. How hollow his soul had rung, upon lying alone with only the memory to taunt him.

“I thought you were the most handsome male I had ever seen…and also the most intimidating.”

Coward.

Perhaps it wasn’t a lie, but it still would never hold a candle to the truth that remained lodged in his lungs. The charade was up, he had already exposed himself more than he had ever intended, what more would be this last shred of sincerity? The last card he held close to his chest?

Against all reason however, taking that plunge felt like free falling from a cliff, only a promise to blanket that clash that would await him at the bottom.

Neteyam’s blunt nails dug into his soft palms, thoughts swarming into inner turmoil, but Kxolo’s expression had much improved. A soft almost imperceivable chuckle escaped his throat, and his eyes softened into a fond look that Neteyam was ashamed to only know from experience of receiving it and never shooting one back.

“Intimidating, huh?” Kxolo hummed in feigned thought, lips quirking upwards slightly. “I’ll keep that in mind. Perhaps that could come in handy.”

“Not now, you skxawng!” The omega roughly pushed at his shoulders, although the male barely budged, mirth quickly taking over Kxolo’s expression to swallow the last weight of lingering guilt. “That was before I learned about your empty threats.”

“Careful there, little one. I can recall more than enough threats I’ve followed through on. But if you need a refresher…” Kxolo crept closer, larger frame quickly overshadowing Neteyam’s till he was trapped beneath him. The soft waves of Kxolo’s hair curtained around them, blocking out the last of penetrating light and allowing the Tanhi across the alpha’s body to glow in spotted trails along the plains of his smooth skin. Neteyam squeaked and struggled to get away, but even he knew it was only for show. The alpha was completely breathtaking, no longer an Olo’eyktan shining forth. Simply his lover.

His lover.

His love.

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Ma Neteyam pt.12

Part 11 Part 13

Summary: Neteyam's hormones only increase as he nears his omega presentation. Meanwhile, Vamai enjoys an eventful outing.

Warnings: power imbalance, omegaverse, explicit content (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), oral, female x male smut, swearing, possessive behavior, etc.

“Undress.” Kxolo softly ordered as he began to remove the choker from around his thick neck. Neteyam let out a huff at the stalling. They had planned to bathe together after the Sully family had returned home but that idea seemed obsolete in light of the pressing information he needed from his alpha.

“You’re stalling.” Neteyam rashly accused him. The sun was slowly starting to give way to eclipse. The fading light kicked up Kxolo’s urgency, prompting him to start untying the loincloth from his omega’s tail himself. The male put up no resistance to the act but the annoyance radiating off of Neteyam was becoming palpable. His swishing tail made it more difficult to unravel the tight knots around it.

“I’m not telling you anything until you get in the water. We are losing daylight.” Kxolo sternly told him as the loincloth fell to the ground. Neteyam’s frustration grew as he was pulled into the water by his hand. Every racing thought was targeting the mystery behind the conversation with his parents and Kxolo. There were no obvious injuries or wounds that could be seen on the Olo’eyktan’s naked body.

Still, Jake had been more than gruff when the family had left earlier. The furrowed eyebrows and rigid posture was something Neteyam could recognize a mile away. Something had gone amiss during their talk and it had the Omatikaya Olo’eyktan furious.

It was not difficult to devise what could have gone wrong. In fact, there were a multitude of ideas that filled the omega’s head. When discussing the sex life of his only omega son, kidnapped son at that, Neteyam could see how his father could easily reach his limit. At home, Jake had always been very cautious with the eldest Sully. Neteyam was not left alone around other alphas if it could be helped. Neytiri and Jake had kept him pure and innocent when it came to sexual matters. Neteyam was coming to find that their overprotectiveness had put him at a disadvantage compared to many others. He had learned more in the past month than he had his whole life about sex and mating. Even Lo’ak had more experience and knowledge as he participated in one night stands and little flings.

Now he stood naked, bathing with a man that had fucked him into a whimpering mess more times than he cared to admit.

The drastic contrast was overwhelming.

A reality that his father would struggle to accept.

The water tickled at his thighs as they waded into the lake. The sun set behind the trees, drawing shadow patterns along their stripped skin. Kxolo advanced ahead of him until the surface of the water hit at the alpha’s waist. His long arms reached out and grabbed Neteyam’s hips to pull him deeper into the water. The smaller male’s feet stumbled against the rocks at the bottom of the lake before he tumbled into Kxolo’s arms.

Neteyam looked up at the male with a slight pout in place.

Small wrinkles kissed the edge of Kxolo’s golden eyes as he laughed warmly.

“Why do you insist on torturing me?” Neteyam’s voice rode the line between true frustration and playful mimicry. Still, he knew better than to cross over into bratty territory. The Olo’eyktan had special ways of taming little brats, as he liked to remind Neteyam often.

Gentle hands began to rub soap into the omega’s curves diligently. Despite the reserved nature, Neteyam could see the struggle behind those golden orbs. Kxolo was a master at maintaining his composure when needed but the omega had slowly come to learn what little signs showed his murking frustrations underneath. The most obvious tell tale give away was the persistent reaching for physical contact. Whenever Kxolo came home from a difficult hunt or tiring day, his first reprieve was to hold the omega close and usually run his nose along the slope of Neteyam’s neck.

As he did so now.

Apprehension coiled in his gut as Kxolo softly scented his mate without a word.

The Olo’eyktan’s signature musky scent grew thicker in the air. A true mixture of heavy emotion that had Neteyam softening within an instant.

“I simply want you to be calm before I tell you what happened.” Kxolo’s soft lips brushed along the skin of Neteyam’s neck as he spoke.

The rising trepidation fought against Neteyam’s efforts to calm himself. If he could not legitimately feel peace, the least he could do was give the appearance of cool and collected. His smaller hands held to the Olo’eyktan’s biceps. Lucky for him, there was no visible tremble.

“Do you understand?” Kxolo lifted his face from the dip of his neck to watch the omega closely.

“Yes.” The whispered word seemed to do the trick.

The growing shadows along Kxolo’s chest couldn’t hide the concave of it as he let out a heavy sigh. A serious tone set over the pair, but the Olo’eyktan continued to rub soothing circles into Neteyam’s hip bones. Whether the motion was for the omega or himself was unclear. His toes wiggled nervously against the rocks at his feet.

“Your parents requested that you be returned to the Omatikaya clan for the duration of your presentation.” The controlled words were held back from a growl. A diplomatic tone that he had heard from the Olo’eyktan before.

Neteyam’s ears subconsciously pinned back against his braids as the air was caught in his throat.

“I said no.”

The released tension from his muscles was disorienting. It was hard to place where the fluttering relief that drafted through him came from. Perhaps he was meant to be disappointed. Meant to yearn for the comfort and presence of his family and be grateful for his presentation bringing the excuse. Meant to beg and plead with Kxolo to change his mind. Meant to use every asset available to disarm and persuade the alpha before him. And yet, Neteyam was happy to stay.

To endure the foretold burning sexual hunger alone would be terrifying. It was not just the sexual desires that brought this fear, however. It was hard to imagine a night away from Kxolo. A night spent from the comfort, peace, and warmth that radiated from the male freely. To wake in the morning without the lightly pressed kiss along his shoulders or see the tired but exuberant gleam in the alpha’s eyes.

A time like that was ancient. It was only a foggy memory that felt foreign to him. There was no desire to revisit it.

“Were they upset?” Neteyam asked softly. There was a glimmer of surprise upon Kxolo’s face evident in the creases along his forehead. It was clear that the alpha was waiting for a fit; an outburst. All he was met with was a gentle but concerned face looking up at him.

“Yes. Your father mostly. I imagine you could tell as much though.” The silky tone was back. Neteyam watched the rise and fall of his chest subdue into deep breaths that evenly filled the male’s lungs. He absent-mindedly placed his palm flat against Kxolo’s chest. The thrumming heartbeat sent vibrations underneath his fingertips. Tension shriveled away with the gentle touch.

Neteyam was sure this was where he was supposed to panic. Yet, there was no energy left to expel and fret over the situation. He had already seen the anger in his father’s eyes and it was quickly becoming apparent that those strong emotions were only a package deal with the situation.

“Does he know about…what happened?” He sputtered the words while tracing lines between the glowing freckles on the Olo’eyktan’s chest. The sun had finally given way to eclipse, shifting their source of light to only the bioluminescence of the forest. Glowing fauna swam and illuminated the water around them.

“You mean losing your virginity?” Kxolo clarified. Neteyam’s ears twitched at the blunt reminder. “We did not speak of it but I assume that stems from the fact that your father does not want to face the truth. I suspect he knows, but chooses not to fully accept it.” Kxolo hummed while slipped one arm around Neteyam’s back to pull him in closer.

Neteyam’s sharp teeth gnawed at the inside of his bottom lip. It would have to come out eventually, but that didn’t have to be now. No matter how cowardly he knew it was, the omega was content to let his father live in denial for the time being. There was enough turbulence as it was. Let Jake assume his omega son was still innocent and clueless. That reality was sure to be more familiar to his father.

Selfishly, Neteyam yearned to keep the inevitable storm at bay for as long as possible.

“I suppose I do understand why your parents would rather keep you from me during the presentation.” Kxolo’s words were simply an exhaled sigh. Neteyam finally looked back up at his mate in confusion.

“You mean because of sex?”

There was a pause. Kxolo’s ears perched in interest and his mouth set agape slightly in surprise. It was hard for the omega to pinpoint the origin of his shock. The sinking feeling that he was on the outskirts of information began to settle. It had become all too familiar throughout his lifetime.

“Baby, what do you know about second gender presentation?” It was a genuine question. Kxolo waited patiently for a response. Even after all this time, Neteyam couldn’t fight the rising heat in his cheeks as he formulated a response.

“Well you fully present which makes you want to….have a lot of sex. Like heat but stronger I guess.” Kxolo soaked in the information. His head nodded softly as if to spin the wheels in his mind to understand. There was something amiss in his answer. Neteyam could tell that even past those compassionate eyes, Kxolo had deemed the response lacking.

“That’s true, baby boy. Anything else?” The Olo’eyktan’s voice was gentle and patient, as if talking to a child.

He picked through his brain for any other information that could be provided. Unfortunately, his parents had always been very intentional with what things they told him about the matter. He could recall the restraint in their voices everytime they sat the omega down to discuss the natural processes. In the past he had been too embarrassed to press on the subject. Now, he felt the frustration at being outside the loop once again.

“Like what?”

Kxolo let out a long exhale as a kind smile graced his lips. He took Neteyam’s face between each of his large hands, cupping it tenderly and swiping one thumb along his cheekbone.

“You’re right that presentation has some of the symptoms that a normal heat does. Your sexual appetite will burn even stronger than you have experienced in the past. Your body will yearn for the touch and care of an alpha, your alpha.” There was a but. Another piece that was sure to come along. The smooth and patient explanation was only a foreshadow of information to come.

“However there is something else unique to presenting that you do not experience in a normal heat. Something else that you will beg for besides my cock.” Kxolo’s golden orbs dilated, drinking in the colorful rims. Neteyam could feel the beginning of arousal building within him.

“What?” He spoke the syllable as a passing whisper, carried away with the night wind. All ideas of bathing had gone completely out the window. Whether he shivered consistently due to anticipation or the chill of the wind against his wet skin was unclear.

Maintaining eye contact, Kxolo reached behind Neteyam. With a delicate hold, he brought his queue around to the front. The simple touch sent a prickled vibration through his body. As the Olo’eyktan gently fiddled with his braid, tendrils of sensitivity shot along his scalp. It traveled down the curves and slopes of the omega’s body until it had him wiggling his toes in the rocks to expel it.

The tip of the alpha’s finger carefully traced down the length of his queue.

“Tsaheylu.”

Neteyam’s heart skipped a beat. His tail twitched and shifted with uncontrolled uncertainty.

“A bond with a potential mate, especially with your fated mate.” It had been the first time in many weeks that Kxolo had brought up their ‘destined paths’. It solidified the significance till it weighed down on Neteyam. Mating was no simple act. Their mating would bind them together forever. They would be promised and connected as witnessed by Eywa. There was no gray area when it came to mating. There could be no confusion of his feelings.

“Neteyam.” He could feel the word spoken from the rumbling underneath his hand more than he could hear it. The Olo’eyktan gently used both hands to angle his head and gaze upwards at him again. “Your parents do not trust that I will be able to stop our mating from happening upon your presentation.” Kxolo’s baritone sang heavily in the air.

Neteyam gulped down the lump in throat.

“Hear my words.” The command was tender but firm. “I will not let that happen. Our bond will not be formed simply due to the haze of heat and presentation because the connecting of two souls is more than passion or desire. It is companionship. It is a choice to be one another’s person. To be the one soul that can truly understand the other. To walk together through life.” Kxolo steadfastly declared.

Tears burned at the back of Neteyam’s eyes. His throat constricted with upwelling emotion that could not be shoved down, and for once he did not want it to be. The combination of the mighty heartbeat prevailing against his hand and raw glimmer of emotion in Kxolo’s eyes put the omega into a trance. The rest of the world pixelated into nothing; only white noise.

“I love you and I forever will.” They leaned in until their noses rested against one another’s “I’m going to take care of you. This I promise you.” Kxolo’s vow pulled at the straining of Neteyam’s heart. Mingled breaths tickled at the starry freckles upon their faces.

No words could form together to create a sufficient response. Neteyam could not and would not lie, not when those vulnerable eyes gleamed in the moonlight at him. Superficial poems and extravagant devotions of love were only smoke and mirrors. This was a time for truth.

One truth that Neteyam could speak with certainty.

“I trust you.”

There was no telling when it had become a reality. Neteyam’s mind could not trace back the lineage or origin of this truth, and yet that did not taint the statements' veracity. He trusted Kxolo. No shred of uncertainty lingered when it came to Neteyam’s confidence in the Olo’eyktan’s intentions. Kxolo would not betray him. His arms had always been open with peace and oasis waiting for him. This Neteyam knew.

The glimmer in Kxolo’s eyes was no longer a simple glow, but rather true tears held at bay. Three simple words that sounded too little to be uttered after the man’s speech, but Kxolo understood. He felt the significance in such a sentiment.

Trust is earned.

Trust is vulnerability.

Salty tears stained their cheeks as their lips met. The caress in the kiss was leisurely gentle. It was not mixed in the desperation of crazed lust. It was not leashed by primal desires and obligations of an alpha and omega. It was simply two people. Two people that chose to be there. Chose to bask in the presence of one another above all others. Such a kiss could not be bound by time. A raw connection through the interlacing of tender lips.

The yanking cord that had tied them together from the beginning had finally stopped tugging. It simply held Neteyam in place against the man that had changed his world. He was home.

“No.”

Kxolo exhaled a sigh at the one word syllable Neteyam had recently become fond of.

“It will only be a few hours, baby boy.” His tame reassurance was paired with a sweet kiss to the omega’s forehead. Regardless, the touch did not seem to loosen the grip Neteyam had on Kxolo’s battle band. With his head tucked into Kxolo’s chest and one leg thrown over his hips, the omega had put forth his best effort to immobilize the Olo’eyktan.

“No.”

It was supposed to be a short nap but that nap then led into cuddling and cuddling led to his cock taking apart the younger male and then from there yet another hour of lounging and lying together. Kxolo knew he was being a pushover. He had let Neteyam bat his pretty lashes at him and conceded to the requests to stay that came from pouty lips. He knew that the outbursts and new neediness was a result of increased omega hormones leading to Neteyam’s presentation. It was normal, even natural, to have the boy wanting to be glued to his side at every moment possible. His inner omega had recognized the alpha. The omega instincts would scream at him to stay close to the alpha as a preparation for the unpredictable presentation.

Kxolo was more than happy to indulge these cravings, but he had responsibilities too.

“I’m sorry love, but I was not asking for permission.” Extracting Neteyam from his frame was more difficult than anticipated. The flexing thighs and unbreakable grip were skills that the omega had obtained from hours of climbing.

“You can stay for a little longer.” Neteyam insisted as his leg was forcefully pushed from its positions over the Olo’eyktan’s hip.

“I’ve already stayed longer than I should have. Now be a good boy and stop pouting.” His firm voice left no room for argument as he finally managed to escape the tangled limbs and stand up. His inner alpha moped at the idea of leaving the omega when he had finally come around to showing such intense affection. Excuses were quickly being woven in his mind to find an escape from his responsibilities and indulge the boy, but Kxolo was used to drowning these voices out when needed. He knew what it meant being Olo’eyktan. There had to be balance between serving and receiving.

Kxolo went to sheath his knife in place and grab his bow. Netyam watched with big sad eyes from his place on their sleeping mat. It was becoming more difficult to distinguish between the feigned expression hiding ulterior motives and true sadness from his omega. The Sully boy was slowly figuring out what worked with his alpha and how to bend him towards his will. This was not foreign knowledge to him, but Kxolo hated to punish his omega when he was being so sweet and affectionate. It had taken so long to get there, after all.

“Neteyam please, enough with the sad eyes. You know that I cannot cave.” His voice fringed right on the lines of beginning while still maintaining his stern aurora.

That little crack in his resolve had the omega quickly scrambling to his feet and pulling the Olo’eyktan close by his battle band.

“Then take me with you.” Neteyam looked up at the taller male through thick lashes.

“Baby boy…” A deep sigh surged through the alpha’s chest. He tried to hold tightly to the last string of his resolve and ignore the glimmering hope in those golden eyes.

“I’ll be so good. I’ll just be quiet and watch. You won’t even know I’m there!” Neteyam urgently made a case for himself. Small hands slid along Kxolo’s waist until the omega had wrapped his arms tightly around his torso. Adoration fluttered rapidly to the surface as he felt him clinging to him. Still, he knew better than to take Neteyam’s word on it.

The omega had been an equal mixture of clingy and bratty for the past few days as they neared closer to his presentation.

“You know how much I would love to have you come along but you and I both know it would not work out. Not only are some of my responsibilities tiresome and dangerous, they also will leave you very bored.”He placed a tender kiss along the crown of Neteyam’s head. His reluctance only increased at the sight of the omega snuggling his face against his chest. The effect let their scent mingle and linger together into a satisfying essence.

“Please daddy.”

Kxolo’s strong hand instantly grasped Neteyam’s jaw and maneuvered it so he was looking up at him. His stripped cheeks were squeezed together firmly as the blazing golden orbs seared through him. Neteyam’s tail was curled and on alert at the compromising position.

“Baby boy,” The words were nothing more than a rumbled growl “do not start something you are not ready to finish.” Kxolo could feel the small shiver that raked through Neteyam’s body. Leaning down till they were face to face, Kxolo’s warm breath caressed his lips. “I’ve been very lenient with you lately because of the hormones but that does not mean you can be a naughty brat trying to manipulate me.” The raise of his browline quickly had the omega’s ears pinning backwards.

“Is that clear?”

Neteyam nodded as best as he could with his face trapped. The Olo’eyktan’s expression visibly softened before a warm smile graced his lips. He released the boy hastily and kissed him on the cheek before stepping away to continue gathering his stuff.

“You can hang out with Epok while I’m gone.” The bow was carefully shifted. He looked around the space to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything.

“What?!” Neteyam gaped.

“Epok. I’m sure he won’t mind looking after you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Neteyam huffed with his arms crossed.

“Then how about a friend to keep you company? Vamai is off with a group to gather berries on the west side. She won’t be back for a couple hours.” The information seemed to do little to sway the omega. Regardless, Kxolo’s mind was made up.

Neteyam squinted down at the piece of wood in his hands. The knife dragged stiffly into the timber in effort to mold and yield it to the right shape. His skills were rusty as he had not handled a knife in almost two months. Still, it was preferable to focus his energy on the badly carved bow than the curious gaze of the beta across from him. It had been an hour and they had already ran through every polite conversation topic.

That is, except for one.

The one person they had in common between the two of them.

“How has Vamai been?” Epok softly asked, eyes never veering from his own bow.

Neteyam tried not to show his shock at the abrupt blunt question. It was confusing ground to be on. Vamai avoided talking about Epok around Neteyam like the plague. He was not stupid. There was more to the story than what she had explained. Still, he was caught between his best friend and her ex lover with no idea what was appropriate to talk about.

The burning questions had been sizzling inside of him with no space to escape.

“What are you two fighting about?” Neteyam blurted out without a forethought. It was hard to say if it was the intense curiosity that had been fostered over the past couple weeks or the boredom from the past hour that had pushed him to butt in. The sound of scraping wood ceased. Neteyam looked up to see Epok sigh softly.

“I suppose she hasn’t told you then.” The soft timber of the beta’s voice was a calm drawl. Epok was reserved at times. A shingle of armor that Neteyam had a hard time getting through.

“No, but you can.” He insisted. There was more to the story after all. Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder why Vamai wouldn’t explain it to him. They told each other everything. From sexual encounters to what they ate for breakfast, it seemed that nothing was off the table for conversation. So why was this?

Epok set the bow down on the mossy ground. A large hand ran over his face as he let out a deep sigh. Apprehension was clear in his features.

“It’s complicated, Neteyam.” The omega waited for a further explanation but nothing came. He shifted to his knees, ready to diligently press for information. From the edge of the forest a group of Na’vi women came out giggling and carrying baskets of fruits on their hips. Among them was Vamai who seemed to be in a deep conversation with one of the other women.

The talk stopped when her eyes caught on Epok and Neteyam sitting awkwardly.

“Neteyam?” She abandoned the group in favor of investigating the situation.

“Olo’eyktan has me watching him while he is out on business.” Epok answered before the omega had a chance. Awkward tension quickly seeped between the cracks.

“Oh well, I’m here now so there’s no need.” Vamai said with a clipped voice. Before Neteyam knew it she was practically yanking him to his feet. He didn’t protest as he was anxious to get away from the uncomfortable interaction. Epok on the other hand was less eager.

“I was specifically told to watch over him, Vamai.” Epok swiftly got to his feet. A calm but stern aura surrounded him. It was easy to see the shift into his warrior persona. Always a responsible and obedient soldier.

“Yes I know how much you value your orders.” Vamai seethed. An underlying tale was woven between the words. It seemed the meaning did not evade Epok as his lips turned down into a frown.

“Vamai-”

“If Olo’eyktan gets upset you can pin it on me, don’t worry.” Vamai rashly cut him off. Taking Neteyam by the hand, she dragged his taller form from the scene before another word could be said.

The coiled tension in his muscles gave way as Neteyam leaned his back against the warm chest behind him. Strong arms automatically wrapped themselves around his hips to keep him in place on Kxolo’s lap. The familiar musky essence soothed his leftover nerves until his mind was simply a tingle of calm pleasure. A few hours had seemed to drag on forever. Now he was back where he felt the most safe and comfortable.

The cracking fire illuminated the faces of his friends in an orange glow. Despite the obvious avoidance between Epok and Vamai there was still warm laughter and stories passed around their small group. Neteyam even found Pulo’s company to not be too egregious. Tamil shared a story about his own presentation that had Neteyam on the edge of his seat, or rather the edge of his alpha’s lap. It was rare to hear the reserved gentle giant speak of his love life.

Every now and then the omega caught a glimpse of Tamil with his mate together, greeting her with a kiss at the doorway of their hut or handing off a small wriggling baby between them. The warrior did not ask for attention in his everyday life, but Neteyam couldn’t help but wonder if that came from a place of contentment. Half the time he would excuse himself to sit with his wife and child for dinner.

As he talked of his presentation and the bond between him and his mate, Neteyam’s head wove together sweet fantasies without permission. What it would be like to spend the rest of one's days devoted to one person, but then have that responsibility and joy grow as one becomes two or three or more.

Soft lips gently kissed the top of his spine. The omega instantly settled back in Kxolo’s arms, understanding the hidden request. Laying his head back against his chest, the omega savored the feel of a droning and mighty heartbeat sending vibrations through him. Neteyam mindlessly played with Kxolo’s long fingers while listening to the story.

“You are lucky that didn’t send you into rut, brother. Trust me, omega presentation and alpha rut is a messy combination.” Pulo chimed in before sharp teeth ripped into the grilled fish. Neteyam’s curiosity peaked at the topic.

“Is that a bad thing?” He asked the group softly. It was Vamai that answered him from her lounged position beside them.

“Don’t worry, Nete. Kxolo’s rut shouldn’t be for another month or two.”

In an instant, an unstoppable wave of emotion rippled through him. His thoughts clouded into a possessive haze that could only pinpoint the need to claim what was his.

“How do you know when his rut is?” Neteyam seethed with bared teeth. His form arched forward, prepared to lunge forward in attack if needed. If he had to protect what was his.

Neteyam’s sizzling hiss dissipated into a pain whimper as his queue was yanked firmly. His body was forced backward with an arched neck as Kxolo used the braided hair to manhandle him. The alpha’s hot breath tickled at his tucked ear as soft lips almost brushed it.

“Behave.” There was no need for threats. The omega knew what would happen if he didn’t concede. Looming pheromones wrapped his senses, luring Neteyam into submission. The sudden anger dissolved into a passing memory. “Apologize to Vamai.”

His cheeks tinted a slight pink as his eyes refocused on their setting again.

“Sorry.” Neteyam sheepishly whispered.

To his surprise Vamai appeared completely undisturbed by the outburst. A fond laugh left her lips causing the gems of her tops to tinker softly.

“It’s ok, Teyam. You really are close to presenting, poor thing. The Olo’eyktan’s time of rut is simply public knowledge considering his absence. Don’t worry, he’s all yours.” She cheekily winked at him. Her warm countenance washed relief over him. The grip on his queue disappeared. A sudden urge to get her alone surfaced. She knew what it was like to present as omega. He needed answers from someone that had real experience with the ordeal, but that couldn’t be done in the company of snooping betas and alphas.

The conversation buzzed back to life as if the interruption had never happened. Neteyam found himself back in the blissful hum of his affection as he snuggled back into Kxolo’s arms. He continued to play with the alpha’s long fingers absentmindedly. The action was surprisingly calming as he traced one finger along the pronounced knuckles and roughed up calluses the Olo’eyktan had received over the years.

Warm lips traced the back of his neck with frustrating delicacy. It sent shivers down Neteyam’s spine and made him shift in the alpha’s lap. The curve of Kxolo’s proud smirk was evident even with the omega’s back turned to him. He could already hear the words in that prideful expression.

So sensitive, baby boy.

It seemed that every nerve had been dialed to eleven along with the stronger hormones. The simplest brush of the alpha’s tail or whisper of adoring nicknames had him wanting to curl closer. It was distinct from just simple horniness. Neteyam wanted to be held, praised, and cherished. He yearned to hear the purr of ‘good boy’ murmured from Kxolo’s lips over and over, until the omega had no choice but to believe it.

Neteyam softly listened to the conversation as he traced random words onto Kxolo’s palm. The alpha would occasionally shiver or twitch from the simple touches. Neteyam enjoyed small moments like this where he knew that the mighty Olo’eyktan could become putty in his hands if handled the right way. It reminded him that Kxolo was affected by Neteyam’s presence as much as Neteyam was by his.

As dinner was starting to come to a close, Neteyam prepared himself to snatch Vamai away and pester her with endless questions. His plans were quickly thwarted though when the girl suddenly stiffened, nervously fiddled with her hair and then made a hasty excuse in order to sneak off back home. Neteyam quirked an eyebrow at the sudden change of her demeanor but the thought was lost in the winds as Kxolo’s looming figure came up to hug him from behind.

“Shall we go home?” The Olo’eyktan’s purred into his shoulder between tender kisses.

Neteyam nodded deliriously, melting into the warmth of the embrace.

Lo’ak wrapped the cord around the arrowhead in a diagonal pattern until it was firmly attached. It had taken him five times to complete the task for just one arrow. His nerves were starting to drive him up a wall. No amount of channeling those feelings into projects had fought them off. The sun was high in the sky as he continued to wait for her by the Hallelujah mountains.

She didn’t promise to meet him.

Their interaction through the throat comm had been short. Vamai had confirmed she knew the location and time but when asked whether or not she would come, Lo’ak only received a ‘we’ll see’ before the line went silent.

It was about what Lo’ak expected from the omega after her resistance to mating was made obvious. Vamai was not one to go down easily but it was clear to see that there was something else that played to his favor. Curiosity. The flick of her tail and sparkle in her eyes was one that he recognized well. The omega claimed she didn’t get into relationships but there was always going to be a part of her that yearned to explore the spark of electricity that flowed between them.

That idea alone was enough to stake his hope on. She could be stubborn all she wanted but at the end of the day, Eywa had chosen them for a reason. The very nature of their souls called to one another. If his own dreams were anything to go by, she would still be drowning in endless subconscious thoughts about him as she slept.

“Boo!”

Drowned in his own inner musings, Lo’ak was oblivious to Vamai’s soundless approach till her exclamation tickled at his ear. Naturally he jumped and immediately went to load the arrow but the familiar essence of citrus fruit and pine needles revealed the identity of his ‘attacker’. Vamai’s joyful teasing laugh settled into his muscles till they finally relaxed. He turned to face her and all annoyance at her sneak attack floated away.

As usual her free flowing hair struck with multiple feathers and ornaments framed her elegant features, but this time there was something else. The small pendant lay sweetly along her forehead and that sight alone made his heart skip a beat. She had not only kept his small gift, but had continued to wear it.

Hope was not foolish after all.

As always, Vamai was breathtaking. Her essence wrapped and weaved around him until it left him in a dizzying haze of lust and desire. Vamai’s eyes were pools of golden allure that Lo’ak could easily get lost in. Gently slopes of her features that all led to pouty lips. A petite figure with sweet soft curves that Lo’ak wanted to trace trails on with his tongue. In fact, he had more than a few dreams of doing exactly that. So sweet and delicate beneath his touch. A pretty angel with a devious attitude.

She was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen.

“You know, maybe it would be best to not sneak up on me when I’m holding a deadly weapon, little snitch.” He warned with a raised eyebrow. Vamai gave his words hardly any heed as she simply rolled her eyes. Walking on the balls of her feet she pranced towards the cliff edge to peer down towards the ground. Her tail swished and her ears perked with interest at whatever she had observed.

“I wasn’t sure if you were going to come. Guess you couldn’t resist.” Lo’ak teased with a smirk.

“Well I was bored and I figured you wanted to meet here to go cliff diving.” Vamai easily produced the excuse. Lo’ak’s eyebrows bunched together warily.

“Cliff diving? Where?”

Vamai finally turned to face him once more with a wide grin on her face. She confidently pointed to the top of the waterfall that sprung around the bend and into a deep river. Lo’ak was familiar with the waterfall and river but never had he considered cliff diving there. The beginnings of laughter coalesced in his lungs. He waited for her sweet laughter to bubble up and inform him that it was some silly joke, but it never came.

“Very funny, but no one jumps from there, sweetheart.”

“Well then I must be no one.” Vamai responded without missing a beat. Her eyes twinkled with a mischief that had Lo’ak unsure if he should be excited by it or terrified of its consequences. His eyes swept to the waterfall in the distance once more before returning.

“There is no way you have jumped from there.” Lo’ak concluded with his hands confidently placed on his hips. He stepped closer till their toes almost touched. He inwardly grinned at the obvious shift of her scent that came with his closer proximity. The mask the omega wore was one that Lo’ak was clearly finding ways to see through.

Deciding to push his luck, Lo’ak’s softly wrapped his tail around her upper thigh. Their eyes locked. He waited to see if she would push him away. If she would crack. Vamai held her ground and stared up at him with shining determination, but nothing could hide the faint blush that painted her cheeks. The pink glow was so delicate in contrast to the sharp eyes piercing him.

The prettiest little omega.

“I do it all the time.” The arrogance in her tone rippled away as Lo’ak gently brushed the back of his knuckles against her blushing cheek. The gentle touch made her freeze and a warm satisfaction bubbled up inside of Lo’ak as he saw her eyelids struggle to not flutter closed. This feeling was fleeting however.

Vamai gripped his wrist tightly to stop the movement. The omega’s hand could barely close around the width of his wrist and Lo’ak knew he could rip it away with hardly a flinch, but he remained still.

“You really have a problem understanding personal space, branch-eater.” Vamai shoved herself away from him and swatted at the winding tails around her thigh till it was detached. Lo’ak smirked at the old devious nickname she had revived. “If you want to come, you have to promise to behave.” She huffed with hands on her hips.

“Behave? And what does that entail exactly?” Lo’ak asked with a raised eyebrow and the beginnings of a chuckle forming in his throat. His tail swished back and forth as he observed her wide stance and pouted lips that were meant to exert her dominance over him. He knew it was foolish to underestimate Vamai’s determination but it was hard to find a girl of such short stature and delicate features threatening.

“This is my space.” She motioned to the vicinity around her. “And that is yours.” Vamai gestured to his area without daring to close any distance between them. “You stay in your space and I’ll stay in mine. Does that make sense?”

Lo’ak didn’t miss the patronizing tone infused in her explanation. His inner alpha fringed on the edge of growling at the rebellion but he quickly calmed himself as he focused on the real meaning behind her words. His presence had an effect on her, one that worked against her little game of cat and mouse.

“I think I grasped the basic concept.” He sarcastically teased with a faux distraught expression. “But then again I’m more of a hands-on learner.” Lo’ak’s playful demeanor did nothing to break the cold ice in her expression that worked as an authoritative front. Still, she didn’t respond directly to the comment besides a small exasperated huff. Her hair flowed in the wind as she proudly walked past him to the edge of the cliff.

“If you fall, that's on you.” That was all she said before starting to carefully inch across the narrow pathway along the mountainside.

Lo’ak felt his heart spike slightly as he watched her footwork along the moss covered path. It was not uncommon to scale paths such as this but he couldn’t help but feel slightly responsible and protective over her wellbeing. He gave one look back at his ikran before following after her. They each pressed their backs flat against the cold rock while shuffling sideways. The wind blew harshly against Lo’ak’s skin till it had brought a slight pink to the apple of his cheeks but he paid it no mind as he watched Vamai’s movements diligently. He kept one arm stretched outwards and ready to grab her at the slightest inclination of gravity taking over.

In reality, her smaller form was more adept to paths like these. Vamai’s feet could almost entirely rest along the rock slab while Lo’ak’s had no choice but to hang partway over the edge. Occasional hanging roots and grooves in the rocks became aids along their journey but Vamai hardly used them as they progressed.

The sound of rushing water became more apparent till it was drowning out every other sense and showing evidence of spray wetting their trail. Lo’ak’s sigh of relief upon reaching the normal cliffside was swallowed up in the powerful roar of the waterfall. For the first time the alpha finally had a chance to appreciate the view from their spot at the top of the cliffside. The Hallelujah mountains hung gracefully in the distance, blanketed with golden sunlight. Everything beneath them was a vibrant tangle of green forest and colorful organisms crawling along it. That is, everything but the mighty river and raging waterfall that flowed into it.

The now apparent drop accentuated the recklessness of their decision. Lo’ak thirsted for adventure and thrill but things were different when it involved other people. This wasn’t just him blowing off some steam through mindless adrenaline rushes. He was with an omega, his omega, nonetheless and he didn’t think he could live with himself if she got hurt.

Vamai’s bottom lip was trapped between her teeth as she looked down from their position to the side of the waterfall. They were a good enough distance away from the rushing water that upon impact it was unlikely to get pulled and stuck under the falling water but still, apprehension was thick in the air. Lo’ak could tell from the shake of her hands and hesitant rocking upon the balls of her feet that she was nervous too. She surveyed their intended path closely with furrowed brows.

“Well,” The omega sighed, throwing her hands up. “The longer we wait here the worse it will be.”

“Vamai, maybe we should do something el- VAMAI!” Lo’ak’s sentence broke into a booming yell as she bolted straight towards the edge and leaped into the air. Her form disappeared within a moment as gravity yanked her down. Her high pitched scream that echoed through the air punched at his gut.

All feelings of hesitation became crushed under fear as his feet pounded against the cold slab to follow her. Lo’ak jumped out from the edge without another thought. There was not a moment to consider or process what he had just done before his body was free falling through the air. Cold wind whipped at his skin. His stomach wrenched and felt like it was rising within his chest as his body plummeted towards the ground. The fall was so much longer than he had anticipated and yet it felt as if he was flying at a hundred miles per hour. Lo’ak’s ears twitched as he heard a brassy cacophony of sound and it wasn’t until he felt the air leave his lungs that he realized it was his own yelling.

The Sully boy had just enough wits about him to remember to position his body into a pencil dive before his feet broke the surface of the water.

His ears ached with the sudden increase of pressure as his body sank towards the substrate of the river. Only the sound of sizzling white noise that came with being underwater filled his senses. Once his momentum had slowed and Lo’ak had managed to not scrape up against any of the rocks, he began to swim towards the top. The current yanked at his form to create a diagonal ascent. By the time he broke the surface and air was sucked into his lungs Lo’ak was good ways off from the waterfall and in calmer slope of the river.

Once his need for oxygen had been satiated Lo’ak was finally able to register the breathy puffs of laughter coming from his right. Vamai treaded water off a ways with a delirious smile and blown out pupils. Lo’ak could still feel the buzzing of an adrenaline rush flowing through his veins. This energy was well used closing the distance between him and the flustered omega.

“You!” A stern finger was pointed at Vamai as he swam. “You lied. You have never done that before!” Lo’ak accused with harsh breaths panting through his lips.

“You’re right, I haven’t.” Vamai panted back with an intoxicated and bemused look across her face. “That was insane!” Her exclamation barely came out in a rushed exhale as she looked back up at the top from where they had jumped.

Puffs of air were forced from her lips in small huffs until they slowly started to turn into breathy giggles. Giggling turned into laughter and it wasn’t long until Lo’ak felt the same convulsing pressure in his lungs. Their laughter fed off of one anothers until it became hard to breathe. The release of emotion created pathways for his adrenaline to escape through and slowly this allowed his heart beat to start returning to a normal pace. The corner of the alpha’s eyes crinkled as he laughed. Vamai’s own joy and noises kicked up until she was starting to hoot and yip with glee. Lo’ak had no hesitation in joining her. They celebrated with shrieking cries as if they had conquered death.

Wet hair splayed around her shoulders, Vamai glowed with radiant energy. Electricity that was no longer contained. The sight stretched his grin until his cheeks hurt from the strain. The warriness from her golden orbs was absent, urging him to take a leap of faith.

“Don’t think you won’t pay for this.” Lo’ak teased, feigning a stern tone. “You better hope you can swim fast, little snitch.” A devious glow overtook his features and immediately set the omega into a competitive headspace.

“Do your worst, Sully.” Vamai grinned before ducking underneath the water. She was swift and agile in the water, diving down deeper at great speed with graceful rolls of her body. Lo’ak took in one last breath before diving after her.

His body moved in a powerful rhythm of breaststroke but every time he had a chance to catch the small omega she would slip away from his grasp. Large rocks and boulders that were struggles for the alpha were nothing for Vamai as she slid around and between gaps just big enough for her small body. Lo’ak quickly found that his greatest opportunities for collecting the damsel was in the short moments she would breach the surface for another gulp of air. The first time Vamai just barely managed to slip beneath the surface before he could reach her ankle but he did not make the same mistake the second time around.

Before she could hardly gasp for air Lo’ak slips his muscular arms around her waist and heaved her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The added weight pushed him slightly deeper into the water but he managed to find purchase on the rocky bottom at a shallower section to keep them above it. Her shrieks and pleas for release were distorted with uncontained laughter. Lo’ak held her squirming form tightly against his shoulder as he looked for an area he knew would be deep enough.

With a mischievous grin and chuckle he grasped her hips and chucked her small form as far and high as he could. A screech left her lips as she flew through the air and straight underwater again. Lo’ak felt a wave of victory wash over him. His smile slowly faded as time went by and her head didn’t pop up. The alpha tried to remain calm and count the seconds she had been underneath the surface but eventually it was too long. Just as he was about to dive into the water a sudden weight toppled onto his back.

Vamai crawled up his back as if he were just another tree to climb. Lo’ak was beyond relieved to see that she was in fact not drowning but his competitive nature was quick to swing back into full force. He clawed and reached for the gripping hands and feets along his back but Vamai seemed to always be one step ahead of him. A playful growl rumbled in his chest. The omega’s hands gripped at his shoulders while trying to find a way to manipulate his balance. She was finally deemed successful by crashing her knees between his shoulder blades and effectively making him too top heavy.

The pair tumbled into the water simultaneously but Vamai found another wave of victory by shoving his head back underwater roughly before he could fully breach the surface.

Their game continued without reprieve. Lo’ak would find ways to catch and manhandle Vamai only for her to return the favor by using his weak points to strategically control and topple over his taller form. Laughter, growls, and screeches echoed off the mountains as they each fought for an unobtainable victory. It wasn’t until they were both wheezing for air that a truce was called.

Vamai settled onto shallows against the rocks as her breath came out heavy. Lo’ak own appearance was disheveled and askew with his arm band halfway to his wrist and braids twisted around one another haphazardly. His attention was quickly captured by her delicate fingers readjusting the feathered top. The Sully boy’s first instinct was to reach out and push the feathers away. He yearned to see the curve of her breasts and peaks that adorned them without any obstructions. To feel the weight of them in his hands, biting and sucking at the omega’s nipples until she was squirming underneath him.

Lo’ak busied his hands with adjusting the bands of his loincloth instead. He stamped out the impulse. Vamai was not another random hookup, he reminded himself. If he wanted her to be his omega he would need to play the long game. His was trying to be what his father referred to as a gentleman.

“Hand it to me?” Vamai’s voice broke him out of the trance and he prayed to Eywa that she somehow had missed the way he was ogling her breasts. A small bracelet floated in the way next to him. Lo’ak quickly obliged and kneeled down in front of her to slip the bracelet back on her wrist. His fingers lingered along her soft azure skin.

Looking up, he found her undivided attention aimed at him, gaze heavy and wanton. The intensity in those orbs drew him forward.

“Lo’ak.” His name flowed like honey from her lips, thick and sweet.

“Yeah little snitch?” Lo’ak leaned in closer till his breath teased at the baby hairs framing her face. She looked between his lips and eyes slowly with doe eyes and he immediately understood the silent request.

It was Vamai that closed the last bit of distance between them. Her lips were just as soft and sweet as he remembered. Lo’ak held back a purr at the feel of her fingers intertwining with his braids. He kissed her back slowly, almost delicately, as if worried of breaking the enchanting girl within his grasp. However, the tune quickly changed when she sensually bit at his bottom lip without mercy.

The coppery taste of blood filled his mouth, showing how vicious she was becoming. Without breaking the kiss Lo’ak sternly straddled her hips with his muscular thighs, making sure not to let his full weight fall on her. Their tongues fought for dominance but all it took for her to cave was one of his hands gently wrapping around her throat. Vamai’s fingers gripped his forearm as a small breathless moan leaked into the kiss. The sound set Lo’ak’s skin on fire. He captured her tongue in his mouth and began to suck it greedily.

His efforts were rewarded with a melody of sweet noises that had his loincloth feeling extremely restrictive. He could feel her pulse beneath his fingers and her scent was no longer just a smell but a true essence Lo’ak could taste on his lips. It was intoxicating. Vamai began to arch her body against him, although trapped beneath his weight. Every nerve lit with tingles as he felt her thighs clench together to chase some sort of friction. They barely gave one another moments to gasp for air before diving back into taste one another hungrily.

With the hand gently wrapped around her throat the alpha slowly guided her to lean back until fully laying against the rock, the other hand cupping the back of her head to ensure it wasn’t bumped. A thin layer of water rushed around her head and pulled the free flowing hair in various directions. Lo’ak gave himself a moment to marvel at her beauty before diving in to capture her lips once more.

Lo’ak ran his thumb up and down the column of her neck, knowing it would leave a delightful trace of her scent on his skin. Meanwhile, Vamai began to get restless. The omega boldly groped and clawed at any skin within her reach. One hand managed to grip at his muscular thigh that had been hiked up underneath him. She ran it along the back of his thigh up higher and higher until it shot a shiver down his spine. He broke the kiss for a moment to let out a hazy chuckle when the omega’s delicate fingers squeezed his ass.

“Cheeky thing.” He mumbled reconnecting their lips. Lo’ak could feel her smirk into the kiss. The smirk disappeared as her mouth formed into an o shape when he wrestled one his knees between her legs to press at her core. The heat coming from beneath her loincloth was a radiating contrast to the cold river water that flowed around her. His tail flicked ecstatically in response to her apparent arousal. He diligently pressed and massaged the sweet spot between her thighs until she had to break the kiss in order to release her pent up moans.

The golden in his eyes was quickly conquered by his dilating lust filled irises. His cock was already at full mass, straining for release from its confines. Every roll of his knee brought a new wave of her arousal induced scent that had his nostrils flaring. The alpha couldn’t take it anymore. He needed to taste her, feel her against his tongue and lips. With that all consuming objective in mind, Lo’ak bit and kissed along her neck while running his hands along the curves of her waist and hips. It took major self control to not sink his canines deeply into throat till it left a mark that would designate his territory.

Lo’ak mind was simply a cloud of desire and lust but even then, he tried to remember the situation he was in.

Control was quickly slipping away as the desperate thrusts against his knee were driving his primal urges to a new high. It seemed that Vamai was not far behind as she squirmed with every descending kiss along her body.

“Lo’ak.” His ears twitched at the beautiful sound of his name along her lips. He decided he liked it even more when it came out as barely more than a panting exhale. “Don’t tease.” She gritted out.

Lo’ak raised himself up from kissing along her ribs until he their noses nudged one another. His knee settled to the side and away from her heat, flashing a desperate displeased expression across Vamai’s face.

“Then tell me what you want.” The alpha whispered, eyes never leaving her own. Vamai’s nose scrunched as she tried to glare at him, but the intensity was subdued by the heavy pants that trickled past her lips.

“You asshole.” Vamai’s insult only brought a chuckle from deep within his chest.

“Ok, then how about I tell you what I want?” He leisurely suggested while reaching one hand down to stroke along her inner thigh. Her demeanor wavered, fluttering eyelashes cuing the effect.

His chest flared with pride.

“I want,” Lo’ak brought his lips to the shell of her ear. “Your taste along my tongue.” Vamai’s ears twitched at the whisper.

“I want to run my tongue between your soft folds.” Lo’ak the tips of his fingers further up her thigh in a swirling pattern.

Vamai bit her lip to keep in the betraying noises that threatened to leave her throat. She could already feel her walls clenching around nothing, fluttering at his sinful words.

“I want to savor every drop of your sweet arousal till it leaves an unforgettable trace in my mouth for days.” Lo’ak’s voice dropped into a deeper baritone that rumbled from his chest. One finger ran over her clothed pussy, catching on her clit unexpectedly. Sparkling pleasure rippled through her without warning. Vamai was unable to hold in her gasp. She could feel the alpha’s grin against her ear.

“I want to feel your sweet little pussy clench around my fingers.” The pad of his thumb rubbed at her clit through the thin fabric. The added pressure had the omega’s thighs beginning to shake. Her burning skin contradicted the light trickle of cool water she lay upon. Every thought whizzed towards the burning coil gathering between her legs. Lo’ak’s toned form looming above her seemed to consume every sense. Vamai traced every ridge and line along his chest and back hungrily.

“I want you to paint them white.” Sharp canines nipped her ear, causing her to flinch. The burning arousal was becoming almost painful as two fingers ran up and down her folds through the fabric. She knew were it not for the river already soaking her loincloth her own juices would have done the job. The fabric clung to her pussy from the sticky slick. “Make your pretty pussy cum all over my fingers and tongue.”

Vamai’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, chest rising with the arch of her back.

“The real question is,” A dark undertone took over his word, luring her further into his filthy promises. “Are you going to let me taste this little pussy?”

“Yes.” The confirmation came instantaneously. “Yes Lo’ak, please.”

Lo’ak grinned devilishly.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He said as if she was giving him the greatest gift he could ask for. A small squeak of surprise escaped her throat as he manhandled her on the mossy bank out of the water. Still lying atop the shallow rocks of the river, Lo’ak spread her legs wide before him. He impatiently untied and threw the offending piece of drenched fabric away without fuss.

Vamai’s arousal shone prevalently, lips spread partly to reveal the sensitive bud to his gaze.

To say Lo’ak’s expectation of the day were exceeded would be an understatement.

Best fucking day ever.

“Look at that sweet pussy. Already so wet and ready.” She jerked as he placed a sweet kiss on her clit.

With a firm grip on her thighs he flattened his tongue to lick a broad stripe from her fluttering pussy and through her soaked folds. Vamai groaned loudly, wet hair tangling with the moss as she threw her head back in pleasure. It was all the encouragement Lo’ak needed to start devouring her like a madman.

His tongue dragged and played along her folds until her groans started to turn into little pleas for more. Her slick coated his lips and chin as he ferociously licked kissed and sucked at her cunt. The building pleasure made it difficult for Vamai to stay still, let alone hold back the crude noises and pleas crawling up her throat. She bit at her fist, trying to muffle herself and gain some sort of self control once more.

The alpha growled against her core at noticing the sudden stifle of noises. In an instant Lo’ak was back above her, water rolling off of his wet body to drip onto her smaller form. The Sully boy harshly caught her wrist and pinned it to the mossy ground.

“None of that, little snitch.” He tsked, eyes boring into her skull. The flow of burning intensity in his expression seeped into her bones, subduing every hesitation and letting her mind concede to her natural omega instincts. “I want to hear every sound that comes out of those pretty lips. Nice and loud for me.”

He didn’t descend again until it was clear that she would keep her mouth uncovered. Lo’ak didn’t ease himself back into the task. The only warning Vamai received was his hot breath against her clit before he was taking the small bud into his mouth and sucking on it. White hot pleasure raked through her body with such intensity, Vama considered it a miracle she did not cum right on the spot.

“Agh nu- Lo’ak!!” The incoherent babbling only spurred him on further, sharps teeth playfully nipping at her puffed up clit. His tongue swiped the bud back and forth with just the right amount of pressure to have the omega seeing stars. “Oh Eywa! Fuck!” Vamai rattles off with an arching back that so deliciously shows off the curve of her breasts for Lo’ak’s hungry gaze.

His cock strained and twitched underneath his loincloth as he heard the desperate groans of his name continue to rain from her lips. He had to stop himself several times from rutting against the wet rocks beneath him like a horny teenager. Her essence was all that filled his senses as it wafted through his flared nostrils and now resided on his skilful tongue.

Lo’ak hooked the omega thighs over his broad shoulders providing her with a view that stayed burned within her memory. Her neck ached with the strain as she managed to prop herself up enough to see his muscular form laying between her legs. His tangled braids swayed as his face was smothered in the soft wetness of her cunt, eagerly feasting as if it was his last meal. His toned body still lay halfway in the river, small droplets of water rolling down his muscular back.

This gorgeous man was going to tear her apart, she knew it. And yet the scariest part was that a part of her knew she would let him. She would let him do unspeakable things to her body without complaint, probably thank him for it too.

Lo’ak ran his fingers through her wet folds to naturally lube them before starting to press one finger into her tight heat. He audibly groaned against her clit as he felt the velvet-like walls clench around him. Her pussy took the long finger in graciously, sucking around him like it was made for him. Images of slipping his cock into the heat of those tights walls flooded his brain. The alpha barely had to wait a moment before he was able to slip in another finger beside the first. This granted him the euphoric melody of Vamai’s squeal.

“There you go. Your little pussy is so good for me, isn’t she?” Lo’ak cockily purred against her heat while curling the two fingers to reach the spongy spot inside.

“Oh Great Mother! Right there! L-Lo’ak ah please!” Vamai screeched with eyes clenched shut and nose scrunched in pleasure. He watched her expression from below, enjoying the plush thighs that squeezed around his head.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” The alpha cheekily asked while simultaneously curling his fingers and rubbing her clit into circles. Her only reply was incoherent moans and gasps that acted as gasoline to the flames that burned in his gut.

Lo’ak carefully slipped in another fingers, savoring the stretch of her slick walls. His ears twitched as he focused on the squelching lewd sounds of her pussy over the rush of the river. Lo’ak head was locked in place by her soft thighs with little space to breath and his forearms ached from the awkward motion of pumping into her tight pussy from underneath him, but it was a sweet suffering he would take over and over again without hesitation.

Vamai clawed at the moss beneath her as she was unable to properly reach any part of his body from this position. She found slight solace in wrapping her tail around his flexing bicep that supported his weight. The omega could feel her peak quickly approaching. Her walls fluttered around his fingers with every lewd motion of tongue along her clit and folds.

Lo’ak hummed in satisfaction at the increasing pressure around his digits. Constant streams of sputtered screams and moans escaped from Vamai’s throat without constraint, urging Lo’ak to see what other noises he could wrench from her. Her pussy had quickly become well acquainted to his three fingers, allowing him to pump in and out while occasionally terrorizing her sweet spot. Vamai’s eyes snapped open in surprise, feeling the tip of another smaller digit wrestle in besides the others. Lo’ak managed to look up and wink at her as his pinky slipped past the rim.

Demon blood came in handy every now and then.

“Lo’ak! Lo- Lo- Lo- aaahhh.” Vamai screamed, her body braced for the impending climax.

The alpha’s tongue savagely dragged along her folds to slowly spell out Lo’ak letter by letter. Vamai was too far gone to understand the meaning behind his motions but to him, it was the closest thing he could get to properly marking his omega. His name pleasurefully branded on her sweet cunt as she struggled to even say his name properly through her moans.

“That’s it, cum for me.” Lo’ak demanded.

Stars infringed on her vision as Vamai’s orgasm crashed through her. The pleasure seemed to shake every nerve in her body, thighs clamping around Lo’ak’s head. The alpha decided oxygen was unimportant as he could feel her cum painting his blue fingers white crudely. He sucked at her clit and massaged that spot inside of her frantically to help Vamai ride through the orgasm. The strangled whimper she produced while clenching around his fingers greatly outweighed that of his wildest fantasies. Lo’ak knew that his wet dreams from now on would only be mocking mirages of the real thing.

He finally ceased the movements when she had relaxed in his hold and her hips jutted away due to oversensitivity. Part of the alpha was tempted to continue through the overstimulation and force another groundbreaking release from her, but that would have to be for another day.

With heavy lidded eyes, Vamai watched him carefully extract the digits from her pussy before putting her legs down and sucking on the white covered fingers. He hummed softly in appreciation of the taste while locking eyes with her.

It wasn’t until Lo’ak was perched on his haunches that she noticed the obvious bulge in his dripping loincloth. Her muscles ached with the aftermath of such an intense orgasm but still she tried to sit up and reach for him.

“Let me help.” The omega tried to sensually suggest but the words came out jumbled and raw from the excessive strain that her moans and screams had put on her vocal chords.

The offer was more than tempting, especially when his hard cock twitched at the sound of her raspy voice. However, Lo’ak tried to consider the bigger picture. This wasn’t just some sleezy hookup to him. The alpha was lucky enough to taste and pleasure her, but Lo’ak didn’t want her to think that he had called her to meet up with him for sex. He was playing the long game, one that had to be handled strategically.

“No no, it’s ok.” His deep voice soothed her as he crawled fully onto the mossy bank. “Just come here.” Lo’ak murmured while pulling the small omega into his arms to lay with him. Their soaked bodies intertwined, his large hand pushing her head to lay against his chest. Vamai’s hair was missing feathers and instead tangled with pieces of moss. Both of their lips were swollen and pink and the soft wind sent a shiver along their wet bodies, but neither went to move.

The warmth of her small form against his own lulled Lo’ak into a deep sense of serenity. His heart rate finally began to slow and for the first time in weeks, he could feel the beginning of a deep untroubled sleep falling over him.

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wheneclipsefalls · 2 years ago

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Ma Neteyam pt.9

Part 8, Part 10

Summary: Actions come with consequences, ones that Kxolo is willing to dish out.

Warnings: stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, sexual tension, corporal punishment, spanking, male x male, omegaverse, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, mentions of explicit smut, orgasm denial (18+ ONLY!)

A/N: Thanks for being patient with me while I completed my finals. Hope you enjoy this long awaited chapter!

A small whimper escaped Neteyam’s lips as Tsahik continued to dab the ointment along the cut. The constant digging and disinfecting to get the dirt out was tedious and aggravating for the omega. He figured however it would have been more manageable were it not for the heavy gaze that pierced through him during the process. Set on his haunches, Kxolo watched with a persistent intensity that had Neteyam shifting away from the gaze at every chance available.

“You must hold still.” Tsahik hissed with growing impatience. There were very few words exchanged between the three in the tent, just enough to find out that their current Tsahik was Kxolo’s distant cousin. Neteyam yearned to ask her questions about him, perhaps get her to divulge useful information, but it was impossible with the brooding alpha staring him down as if he would sprout wings and fly away at any second.

Hot stinging pain shot the boy from his seated position, away from the mysterious liquid being poured onto his cut. The woman’s lips turned into an indignant frown as he scooted to the other side of the tent. One glance between the Tsahik and Olo’eyktan had him regretting the decision immediately.

There was no time to make an escape before Kxolo was grasping him by the ankle and pulling him back across the tent. Neteyam was manhandled and secured in the Olo’eyktan’s lap with a strength he resented. Kxolo was gentle but firm as he forced the boy’s arms behind his back, opening him up for further treatment. Neteyam attempted to squirm out and exclaim the lack of need for such restraints but the objections were ignored.

“How bad is it?” The alpha’s deep voice cut through the expressed whimpers and hisses coming from Neteyam as the woman continued to dress the injury.

“It is minor, Olo’eyktan. However, it would have been in a better state if someone had not rolled around on the forest floor. We are lucky it is not already infected.” Neteyam’s anger heated to a simmer at the woman’s reprimanding. She treated his escape attempt the same as a child wanting to play in the mud.

Kxolo ran small soothing circles along his biceps during particularly loud hisses. The one relief was not having to feel the heated gaze upon him anymore, but it came at a cost. The omega was in awe at how his body was still able to become aroused by the same male who was holding the looming punishment over his head. Regardless, the innate need to be touched and comforted after such a taxing experience, constantly tugged at Neteyam.

“It should be healed in no time. He can even put pressure on it as long as it is protected by a cloth wrapping. Make sure the ointment is applied daily to combat infection.” The woman sighed softly.

One look at those tired eyes had Neteyam’s gut twisting with the familiar feeling of guilt. He was sure the last thing Tshaik wanted to do was bandage him up in the middle of the night. His guilt however transformed into panic as she finished securing the cloth and signaled to let the two know he was finished.

Determined hands grasped around the boy’s hips had him off of Kxolo’s lap and standing upright within seconds of her release. He swallowed a whimper at the feel of the Olo’ekytan snatching him by the wrist and dragging him behind quickly. Neteyam toiled stubbornly underneath the hold, throwing his body weight in the opposite direction and digging his heels into the grass below.

“Kxolo wait! Please I just need to wait with Lo’ak till our parents arrive so I can speak to them.” The words drifted away with the wind. Neteyam’s heart lurched as he was continually lugged across the sleeping village. The only light present was that off in the distance by Home Tree. The twisting and struggling to get a look did little to reveal Lo’ak presumed state.

“Alpha please!” His urgent pleas had the older male stopping in his tracks.

The inertia sent Neteyam flying forward only to be caught in Kxolo's grip, arms held close to his chest. The puncturing look shot the omega’s body into a shriveled posture with his head ducked to avoid the heat. Kxolo’s massive frame dominated his own in strength and height, yet another reminder of how vulnerable Neteyam was to the will of his alpha.

“So now it’s alpha please. How quick you are to change your tune when you need something from me. One second I have you clawing at my skin for release and the next, batting your eyes at me like an obedient omega.” Ice chilled through his veins, locking every muscle into place at the seething words.

Neteyam’s eyes dared not stray away from the chest in front of him, but the hot breath from above flowed across his skin and sent another wave of anxiety. A prey caught, awaiting its demise.

“You will never understand the fear that tormented me tonight.” Kxolo’s usual silky baritone distorted into a vivid shadow that encompassed Neteyam. “If you insist on defying me then throw a fit, steal some alcohol, take out your anger on me, but Eywa Neteyam, do NOT put yourself in danger. Do not make me mutter prayers to the Great Mother under my breath while scouring the forest for you, afraid of what state I may find you in!”

Kxolo clutched the omega’s jaw tightly, eyes forced to lock with his own. Neteyam’s mouth ran dry, heart skipping a beat. The eerie silence that followed the reprimanding set the puzzle pieces in his brain together. The reality of the situation came into focus and there were no words that were about to get him out of the inevitable consequences. Submission, fear and anger all fought for the reins.

“I wasn’t doing it for fun.” The sentiment slipped through his fingers, allowing immediate regret to crawl in. The flash in Kxolo’s eyes grabbed Neteyam’s heart in a tight grip.

“Your pride blinds you, Neteyam. Tonight was not about freedom or reuniting with your family because you know as well as me that running away was going to yield nothing but contention between these clans. No,” his breath caught in his throat. “It was about your distrust in me. You will not allow me to make you happy, to sort out this dilemma. And now, I am forced to not trust you.”

Tears stung at the back of the omega’s eyes, ready to fall into a waterfall of emotion. No time was granted for a response as their march continued. A whirlwind of heavy feeling spun into a hysterical entanglement of confusion inside of the boy. Battling perspectives fired off at one another, each determined to stake a claim in Neteyam’s resolve.

Their arrival at the base of the tree leading to the hut came all too soon. Neteyam was led up the trunk, trapped by the massive body trailing behind him. The hut was slightly astray, weapons and table flipped over, as if to see if the omega was simply hiding under the plank of wood. Neteyam idly wondered who had been the first to find their home empty. He envied no Na’vi that was saddled with the task of informing Kxolo.

“Let’s get this over with.” Kxolo grumbled, easily flipping the table back onto its legs with one hand. The male sat on the table, legs spread and feet firmly planted on the woven material. Neteyam fiddled with the beads on his loincloth, watching the alpha nervously. Fear was the only emotion that was able to overpower lust at the sight before him. His body remembered all too well what pleasure those massive hands and structured hips had delivered him.

“Come here.” Two curled fingers beckoned the boy closer. The impatience in the tone was the only motivator for Neteyam’s shuffling feet. When finally within arm’s reach, the omega was yanked forward till his thighs bumped against the now closed knees. “Over you go.”

Humiliation seeped into his chest as he realized Kxolo was waiting for Neteyam to bend himself over the toned thighs. It was an act of submission, and one that he was not quite sure he was ready to hand over yet. He gulped, feeling the heat from Kxolo’s narrowed eyes.

“My patience is not endless, omega.” Out of fear or determination, Neteyam was not sure, but his body remained rigidly upright. Nostrils flared as the Olo’eyktan let out a forced sigh. “Have it your way then.” He growled.

A vice-like grip on the back of his neck forced the boy to clumsily collapse across Kxolo’s legs. The alpha easily maneuvered Neteyam’s small frame until his backside was vulnerably upturned with his upper body hanging off the side. The omega’s attitude was fueled by fear as his legs frantically kicked and hips swiveled in an effort to roll off. The outburst was quickly nipped into a bud by Kxolo’s left legs clamping down over the writhing limbs. Neteyam’s tail whipped harshly against the alpha’s broad chest as his fingernails dug into Kxolo’s ankle.

The vivid memories from the last punishment spurred on the rebellion. Neteyam realized that his previous ignorance to the alpha’s strength before had been an unrecognized blessing. Tension bled into every muscle in preparation for the looming pain. He twisted in every which way, looking for a weakness that would yield release.

“Keep struggling but I think we have already established it grants you nothing.” Neteyam grit his teeth as Kxolo’s large palms began to brush against his cheeks. His tail was once more caught and wrapped around the width of the Olo’eyktan’s hand, effectively steering it out of the way.

“This isn’t necessa-”The sentence was choked into a shriek as the first blow landed on his right cheek. The intense sting sent a shock wave across his spine, shivering whimpers past the omega’s lips.

“I wish that were true, baby boy. However, your actions only serve to prove how much you require consistent discipline.” Kxolo yanked shortly at the wrapped tail, causing a squeal to escape Neteyam.

No forewarning was given for the onslaught of spanks that followed. Relentless and unyielding, the repetitive slaps against his backside bloomed a quickly glowing blush to the cheeks. He struggled subconsciously against the increasing pain and helplessness. Every hit was trailed by another with no time to breath or think in between.

“What you did tonight was not only rebellious but dangerous. You force me to dish out harsh punishments in order to protect you.” A particularly sharp swat landed on one sitspot, fire erupting from the spot and up towards Neteyam’s ears. The pitiful whine that echoed across the room had his ears pushing backwards in embarrassment. “I may not enjoy doing it, but make no mistake, omega, I will do what has to be done.” The growl accompanied by another series of painful hits sent more goosebumps prickling at the boy’s skin.

“Do not confuse my patience for leniency.” There was nothing lenient about the spanks against Neteyam’s ass, zeroing in on the curve of his left cheek to hit with impressive precision. The omega’s whines increased into screams as the spot was abused before proceeding to choose another area to torment.

The pattern continued mercilessly. Less than a few seconds were given to catch his breath before another onslaught of slaps were administered to another vulnerable patch of smooth skin. Eventually his scratching and struggling transformed into the boy’s hands needily grasping at Kxolo’s ankle and calf, looking for some resemblance of comfort. The contact became the only thing that grounded him as he continued to endure the punishment.

“Please p-please!” Neteyam begged, already on the cusp of tears. The only response was a fleeting touch of condolence against his inflamed cheeks before the alpha continued.

His backside quickly became inflamed to the touch, darker red spots indicating what points had been focused on. To his horror, Neteyam found that his thighs were no longer safe from the raining hits.

The sensitive area brought on a new spur of whimpers and pleas as it burned and tinged under the pointed strikes. His mind spun through a haze as he tried to remember what had landed him here. The omega held tightly to the reasons that drove his anger, but they were quickly becoming intertwined with the pull towards submission. His hindbrain raged with the need to show the innate omega instincts. Promises of safety and love from his alpha, led these decisions until Neteyam unknowingly twisted his head to the side in order to present himself to the Olo’eyktan above.

“Such a shame, little one.” Kxolo purred patronizingly. His large palm danced across the swell of Neteyam’s ass, bringing the slightest bit of relief. “Hate to tear up such a pretty little ass.” The rushing blood to the cheeks casted a prominent red to decorate the curves. Neteyam craned his neck further, preening at the soft touches.

The relief was broken abruptly as the unexpected swats continued along his sitspots. The shocking pain finally broke the wall of tears that had been building in his golden eyes. They flowed across his freckled forehead as Neteyam hung his head and accepted his fate.

Time swiveled and warped as Neteyam lost track of its hold on the moment. He couldn’t recall or even calculate how long the rains came down or how many tears he shed during the punishment.

“Don’t. Ever. Scare. Me. Like. That. Again. Omega.” Every word was accentuated by a honed spank to the sensitive area. The screams almost drowned out the fierce command, but Kxolo continued regardless.

Neteyam meekly hid his face into Kxolo’s calf as he clung to the male. His only luxury was the feel of the familiar skin against his cheek, figuratively petting at his hindbrain. The surging emotions bubbling in his throat climbed higher with every ache that rippled through his lower body.

“Running off during the middle of a potential lockdown.” Kxolo gritted out. “Risking your safety for a mediocre plan with pointless goals.” The alpha began to deepen the red shade along Neteyam’s thighs once more. “Why do we keep finding ourselves back here, baby boy?”

The words muddled into ambiguous sounds along the omega’s tongue. Nothing close to a response could be deciphered.

“I thought we had learned from last time. Did I not properly get my point across?” Kxolo acutely landed his large hand against the boy’s ass for emphasis. Neteyam only continued to whine.

“Answer, Neteyam.” He demanded. The echo of skin against skin resonated throughout the room. He struggled to string together a tangible sentence.

“N-no no a-alpha you did!” Kxolo hummed thoughtfully at the response, swats now landing in unpredictable patterns along the glowing skin.

“And what was my point, baby boy?”

Neteyam blanked at the question.

What was left of his string of thoughts tried to steer back towards the memories of that night but every inflicting burn yanked it into the present. It was difficult to even think about the parallel of that memory, let alone recall the words Kxolo had strictly spoken.

“I-i…it..ah!” Neteyam struggled to force some sort of response out.

“Do you need a hint?” Kxolo’s pace finally slowed into a leisured but harsh string of spanks. Neteyam’s rapid nodding rattled the beads in his hair against one another.

“You needed help remembering who…” Kxolo's voice drawled out until trailing off.

“Who I-i belong to!” The boy urgently cried out. It was rewarded with a pause.

“Good boy.” The praise was trailed by a soothing pet along Neteyam’s sprawling braids. A small sob echoed at the touch.

“And?” He twisted a beaded braid around one finger casually admiring it.

“I’m yours, alpha.” The boy let out between the deep breaths he was yanking into his lungs earnestly. Nerves still bubbled at the surface as it was impossible to predict when Kxolo would attack his backside.

“That’s right, little one. You are my omega and as your alpha, I am set with many responsibilities. I am meant to provide for and protect you, even if that means protecting you from yourself.” Kxolo’s fingertips glided along the curve of Neteyam’s spine softly, but it did little to calm the male. A sneaking suspicion warned the omega there was an unhappy ending to the conversation.

“Which means it is my job to give you a reminder that will keep you from endangering yourself again.” Panic jolted through him at the feeling of long fingers undoing the knotted string around his tail.

“What are you doing?” His cry came out raspy and thick from the continuing tears. Neteyam arched himself backward in order to get a look. His stomach twisted as he noticed the vibrant red that covered everywhere from the top of his ass to halfway down his thighs. Kxolo worked on the stubborn strings until the loincloth had fallen away, draping underneath him.

“There is still one part left that needs to be spanked.” His idle voice calmly drawled while running his long fingers between the boy’s cheeks. The intimate petting immediately had slick dribbling out from his small hole.

Neteyam’s heart banged against his own rib cage as he realized in horror what the alpha was divulging. The idea of his most sensitive and vulnerable area falling under the heat of those slaps sent tears cascading down his cheeks at a faster rate.

“No n-no alpha please!” The Sully boy begged.

“I know,” Kxolo’s sweet coos were an alarming contrast to the harsh promises he had made. “Mawey, Neteyam.” The alpha’s digits continued to explore and circle around the small hole, yet again forcing the boy’s body to respond in lust.

“Now spread your legs.” Neteyam crossed one ankle over the other in self preservation.

He could hear the heavy sigh above him, but no reprimanding followed the sound. A glimmer of hope foolishly lit only to be stamped out by the large hands roughly palming and pushing his reddened thighs apart. His muscles cramped as they fought against the Olo’eyktan’s strength but the effort was not appreciated. A sharp tug on his tail sent the boy lurching forward with a sharp cry. It was all for naught regardless as Kxolo managed to slide a calf in between the legs to combat the clamping muscles.

Neteyam shoved the sobs down his throat in an effort to begin some sort of case for himself with pleas.

“Kxolo please I-”

“Now your cheeks.” Kxolo’s steely voice commanded. His brain short circuited at the implication. Surely he was not asking for what it sounded like.

“W-what?”

“I need you to hold your cheeks apart. How else am I supposed to aim at that tight little hole?” The teasing tone sent blood rushing through the omega’s veins, once again grasping at his anger.

“NO!” He threw in a hiss for good measure, straining his body in order to glare daggers up at the alpha.

Kxolo held the glare, one eyebrow raised. The calm before the storm.

The unrelenting pull of his tail worked in unison with the firing swats to bring more heat to his already flaming ass. Neteyam renewed his struggles but it only resulted in a helpless image of himself flashing through his mind. His small body draped and spanked over the male’s knee as the alpha loomed over with controlled slaps working the omega into compliance. Resistance was pointless. Control was not his to be had.

“You have a choice here, Neteyam.” The growl above sunk into the boy’s bones, expanding into an uncomfortable anxiety in his lungs. “Stop the bratty behavior and help me get this punishment out of the way or,” Kxolo paused, halting his onslaught for a tense silence to fall. “Make this spanking a new part of our nightly routine for the rest of the week.”

Neteyam froze.

“What’s it going to be, baby boy?” The dark flow of words caressed at his skin. Shame nipped at the boy as he could feel more slick leaking out at the pheromones and smooth voice Kxolo caged him with.

With shaking hands, Neteyam reluctantly reached back to grasp at his heated cheeks. The applied pressure added to the sting as he spread them apart. Humiliation coalesced with arousal as his hole was on clear display for hungry eyes.

“Good boy.” The Olo’eyktan purred. Arousal coiled tighter into a tangled knot. Delicate lines drawn around the area did nothing to help the boy’s state.

The first hit was softer than ones previously administered but to his hole it sent a new wave of sensations through Neteyam. The pain was white hot, shooting through him at an impressive speed. However, the ache left behind dripped into tense pleasure, swallowing his inhibitions. His fingers trembled as he tried to remember the importance of gripping the aching skin.

The second and third hit had his cry trailing off into whining pleas. Neteyam, however, no longer knew what he was begging for. His mind toggled between looking for an escape to the pain and thinking of what it would take to coerce Kxolo into helping him reach a pleasurable release.

“Are you going to run away again?”

Three more rash hits.

“N-no alpha!” Hiccups built between the words.

“Put yourself in danger?”

Five more landed in succession before the omega could respond.

“No!”

The sobs returned until they were mixing with his hiccups, making it even harder to breathe, let alone speak. Slick glistened against his abused thighs.

“Disobey a direct order?”

The negative assurance came out as more of a scream as two calculated hits landed right on target. His cock became trapped underneath him as it hardened. The conflicting stimulations swirled his mind into a garbled madness of confusion.

“Then let’s get it done.”

The beginning and ends of swats merged together till it was only a long string of burning pain and pleasure. Hit after hit quickly wore Neteyam down till his body was limp against the male’s legs. His tears wet Kxolo’s calf from the desperate nuzzling of his cheek to the skin.

“Last one, baby boy. Almost done.” Kxolo reassured him.

The final sting left Neteyam with his mouth opened in a silent scream. His hands finally fell away and clung at the Olo’eyktan’s ankle once more as hiccups overtook his breathing. There was no energy to sob or move and yet there was only one thing his hindbrain yearned for.

“Good job, baby. Did so good.” He clung to the silky voice in the haze of lust.

Kxolo carefully maneuvered him to perch on his lap, arms wrapped around his waist and glowing bum carefully setting between the alpha’s legs so as to not irritate it further. He cooed sweetly into the boy’s ear while holding him tight. Neteyam clung to the male as if his life depended on it.

Curled into those strong arms, finally receiving the much needed skin to skin contact, Neteyam could finally breathe. However, the focus shifted from the burning to the slick still trailing out in need. A sweet release was all that he needed, all that the omega longed for. The hands that had delivered such pain were more than capable of bringing him even greater ecstasy. Kxolo’s thick veiling scent alone had tickled and teased at his senses so deliciously.

There was a light at the end of the tunnel.

It would all be worth it.

Neteyam lunged into a kiss. Unfeigned nips and licks between the pressing lips from the omega was in great contrast to the leisured restrained response Kxolo gave. The Olo’eyktan forced it into one of sensual and patient passion. It was impossible not to melt into the feeling. The soft caress of Kxolo’s large palm cupping the side of his face paired with soft gentle lips, veered the kiss away from lust and towards affection instead.

“I missed you.” Kxolo hummed after finally breaking away. Their foreheads rested against one another, the alpha’s eyes closed. For a moment, tranquility filled the space and Neteyam was distracted from his tense arousal.

“Time to get you back to bed, baby boy.” Kxolo sighed, already starting to shift the boy off of his lap. The omega clung to his neck, refusing to move.

“Wait! Kxolo I n-need…help.” He watched as the alpha’s gaze slowly raked down his body and back up again. He was sure that Kxolo could smell, let alone see, the arousal resulting in slicked thighs and a hard cock pressed between them. Anticipation weighed heavy in the air as he waited to see his next move.

“I know, baby.” A sweet kiss was placed along his temple and excited relief began to bubble within him. “But unfortunately that’s a privilege you are currently suspended from till further notice.”

His hindbrain refused to process the words. Golden eyes searched the taller male for any sign of teasing or sarcasm. Not a trace was found, only a mocking sympathetic gaze.

“What?” Denial urged the question out, hopeful that there was some sort of miscommunication.

“It’s like I said, little one. Naughty boys don’t cum.” His tone was a mixture of sympathy and nonchalance but part of Neteyam wondered if the alpha reveled in delivering the news. In seeing how his body had come to yearn and chase after every touch Kxolo delivered. The male had opened the door to pleasure beyond Neteyam’s imagination and now he had the power to close it.

Strong hands lifted the distracted omega back onto his feet. Kxolo dug through the baskets of fabric to fish out a new loincloth for Neteyam. His body tingled with mixed emotions and lust as he watched the taller male crouch down to search. Every spike of delicious scent wafting his way now felt like a curse, an empty invitation.

“This one will do.” He muttered before stalking over and beginning to tie the piece of fabric around the boy’s hips.

“You’re just going to leave me like this?” Neteyam cringed internally at how his voice incidentally morphed into a pitiful whine.

“It’s called tough love, baby boy and it’s what you need right now.” He completed the knots, hands brushing thoughtfully over the red skin.

Neteyam couldn’t help the tears that were quickly coming to surface again. The night had been a tornado of events all ending in absolute failure and humiliation for him. Now the male that had sworn to take care of him was denying him of the one interaction he truly wanted. The omega bit his bottom lip to keep it from trembling pathetically.

Kxolo took in the boy’s sad state, standing in front of him.

“You’re being such a dick.” Neteyam managed to get out between hiccups.

“Ah yes, because calling me names right now is really going to convince me to end this punishment sooner than later.” Kxolo sarcastically replied while adjusting the bandage across Neteyam’s ribs. Softer eyes met the omega’s, hand brushing along his cheek affectionately. “Come now, little one. You are upset and sleep deprived. Arguing can wait till the morning. What you need right now is rest.”

Wrestling the sleep deprived omega back into bed was easier than anticipated for Kxolo as it seemed that all the energy had been drained from him through the night’s events. All it took were soothing pheromones and touches to get him prepared and curled up in bed. However, the alpha could not help but snort at Neteyam’s refusal to seek the comfort he so desperately needed.

Tucked into a ball on the other side of the mat, the omega cried silently. The obstruction of view did little to fool the Olo’eyktan. He waited to see if the Sully boy would come to his senses and seek out the help he needed but once again Neteyam proved to be stubborn in keeping his retaliation streak. He rolled his eyes at the scene.

“Stop being stubborn and let me help you.” Kxolo was pleased to find Neteyam give in to the request, no fight as he pulled him flush against his chest. It only took a few soft kisses to the boy’s hairline before he was flipping over and resuming their usual sleeping position. His head rested on the broad chest, with one leg thrown over his hips.

Kxolo basked in the feeling of Neteyam’s small body pressed against his own again. One look at the boy’s tear streaked face and pout had Kxolo’s heart aching. He wiped each tear away with the pad of his thumb. The doleful eyes fluttered closed under the sweet caresses.

“Poor thing.” The Olo’eyktan cooed, hand rubbing soft against the boy’s inflamed backside. Small whimpers died off into soft sighs as he melted under the touch. Kxolo felt his own heart rate slow at the content feel of warm soft skin against his own, Neteyam finally tucked away safely.

He continued the pattern of movements long after Neteyam’s breath had evened out into a deep sleep. The soft glow in the tent gave just enough light to see the damage. The omega was sure to be sore for several days, but he prayed it would serve as a reminder to stay out of trouble, or at least out of harm’s way.

Sleep escaped the male as his hindbrain nagged at him to keep an eye on the sleeping omega. The horror he had felt with the news of Neteyam’s disappearance ate at him slowly. Only the sight of his fragile body wrapped around him gave his alpha some peace of mind. An innate desire to protect and shelter the small boy in his arms outweighed the natural ache of his body demanding sleep. Kxolo was not sure how long he admired and traced patterns along Neteyam’s soft skin before sleep consumed him.

“Hate to say it but things could be worse.” Vamai reasoned, tongue poking out in concentration as she cut up the vegetables carefully. Neteyam, although entrusted with aiding Vamai in her dinner duties for the clan, was still not allowed to handle sharp objects. He was left to carefully enfold the vegetables and meat into individual wraps one by one. He figured the job would have been more gratifying were it not for burning pain in his backside, causing him to shift constantly where he sat.

“He’s determined to screw me over in every way possible I swear.” Neteyam huffed, fingers fumbling to fold the leaf properly. His arousal and pain worked together in tandem to sour his mood.

“Actually I think you’re more upset about the fact that he’s not screwing you.” Vamai couldn’t help the smug laugh that erupted from her lips. Her giggles only continued as Neteyam lashed out at her with a hiss for the third time that day. He swore his frustrations only served to entertain the girl.

Humiliation gripped Neteyam as he noticed two of the women cutting meat nearby giggling at Vamai’s comment. In the heat of his own agony he had lost sight of how public their conversation was quickly becoming. A quick glance around the area luckily confirmed that neither of Kxolo’s right hand men were a part of the dinner crew and therefore unable to tell on him.

“Okay okay I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. Sexual deprivation is no joke and my heart goes out to you.” The twinkle of amusement in her eyes did not dim as she placed a feigned sympathetic hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not just that. I don’t see why he couldn’t have waited another five minutes to bring me such humiliation and pain. Eywa only knows what happened to Lo’ak last night.” Vamai’s countenance switched in an instant. Her eyes rolled dramatically as she continued to cut the vegetable fiercely.

“I wouldn’t worry about him too much, Neteyam. Trust me, his pride was way more than intact, even while tied up to that tree.” Something etched into her expression hinted at more dramatic emotions lurking underneath the surface. Neteyam scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

“Tied up to the tree? You saw him?” He watched her intently.

“Well of course, he is your brother after all and I know how you get with your whole eldest child responsibility thing so I checked on him for you.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

“Well, thank you Vamai. That's actually really nice of you.” He tried to catch her gaze but the other omega was consumed by her work at hand.

“Well you know me, always such a good friend.” She put on a cocky smile but it didn’t properly reach her sparkling orbs. Neteyam watched from the corner of his eye as she fiddled with her long hair between cuts, never stopping the constant fidgeting.

“So what did he say?” The speed of her knife increased. Focused eyes scrunched down at the task, perhaps the most concentrated Neteyam had ever seen her.

“Just a bunch of nonsense. Tried to convince me to let him go, etcetera etcetera.” She waved off the question hastily, but Neteyam wasn’t satisfied. Lo’ak was prone to acting tough regardless of the circumstances, but sometimes that attitude was the same thing that bit him in the ass when it came to dealing with their father.

“That’s it? Did you see my parents arrive?” Vamai let out a gruff sigh before putting her knife down.

“Listen Nete, I was only there for a few minutes. We exchanged a few words and then Epok came to chew me out.” Her jaw clenched at recalling the memory. Neteyam on the other hand had a hard time imagining Epok being the one to tell her off. It seemed to him that she had him wrapped around her finger.

“Epok, really?” Vamai whipped her head around to scan her surroundings before leaning in close, always a sign to Neteyam that she was about to fill him in on the gossip.

“He saw me talking to Lo’ak and started acting really weird. Was all over me about being out past eclipse and he put on this macho alpha role. It was ridiculous and I made sure to let him know that when he came over this morning. Needless to say, we are in the middle of a disagreement right now.” Vamai whispered.

Neteyam tried to keep his composure, weighing whether or not he should add his observations to the mix. It was laughable to think that the only person who did not realize that the Na’vi had feelings for her was Vamai. She had a free tongue that was quick to point out the inner workings of the social interactions between others, yet it never extended to herself.

“Who knows, perhaps I will be joining you in celibacy after all.” She snorted, returning back to the unchopped vegetables. Neteyam on the other hand, was not ready to surrender to his frustrating fate for the next few days. There was an attraction, a pull, that brought him and Kxolo together. It was undeniable, but that lure was designed to work both ways. All he needed was for Kxolo to succumb to the inevitability of it first.

“Speak for yourself. I have a plan.” A devious smile twitched at the corner of his lips. Vamai tried to stifle her chuckle, not needing to be told what the plan would entail.

It wasn’t long before the meal was fully prepped and the clan started to fill in to the dining area. Mothers and fathers corralled wryly children down to eat. Hunters covered in scrapes and bruises fiddled with their newly wrapped injuries as they sat together for the much needed meal. The forest echoed with lively laughter and mingled voices. The area buzzed with activity, but Neteyam was silent.

His golden eyes skipped between the oncoming faces, looking for the sign of his mate’s smiling face or long decorated braids. Neteyam eventually opted for standing, as the burn from sitting was quickly taking away his focus. This however, made a new distraction surface as he realized that anyone behind him could see the evidence of an omega well punished.

Kxolo's tall broad frame emerged from around the bend, actively engaged in a conversation with another clan member Neteyam didn’t recognize. His bow was strapped to his back, indicating he had been out on hunting business instead of politics. When the Olo’eyktan caught sight of his omega staring from afar, a wide grin stretched itself across his face.

“Ma Neteyam.” He warmly greeted, hand cupping his cheek to pull him in for a short kiss.

The endearing term twisted his heart in a way that always had Neteyam tempted to soften his attitude towards Kxolo. The timber dripped with genuine affection urged his instincts to purr and commanded more contact with his mate. Flashes of strong arms wrapped around him as he was sheltered from harm, dominated his thoughts. How easy it would be to forget the world and let the older male take care of him.

Those thoughts, however, were not engineered to work towards accomplishing his goal.

As always, Kxolo went to carefully inspect the bandaged gash along his ribs. It had become a new part of their routine and in Neteyam’s opinion it was borderline obsessive.

“Still sore, baby?” He hummed. Neteyam shot him a disdainful look.

“What do you think?” The intense glare did little to dampen Kxolo’s mood. To the contrary, there was always some sort of amusement to be found in the omega’s efforts to intimidate or overrule him.

“I think,” He casually placed his hands on Neteyam’s hips to pull him closer. “That someone is still a little upset at me.” Despite the words, a coy smile never left the Na’vi’s face.

“What keen observation skills.” Neteyam’s caustic tone only made Kxolo roll his eyes at the antics.

Their conversation was cut short as Pulo, Tamil and Epok came to join them. Vamai adamantly refused to look Epok’s way out of spite. Neteyam similarly was urcked by Pulo’s presence, sure that he was bound to use some cocky remark to tease him about the previous night’s disaster. They were in for a fun meal.

Neteyam regulated his breath as they sat down. He had little experience in the art of seduction, let alone doing it while angry.

“Glad to see you back unharmed, Neteyam.” Tamil’s genuine smile, cooled down some of his boiling rage. He didn’t speak often, which made the few comments he did share that much more meaningful.

“Not completely unharmed.” Pulo reminded him.

“Well, every good adventure needs a mark to prove it.” Tamil countered, giving Neteyam a friendly wink. A small smile found its way to the omega but he didn’t go without noticing the slight tension in Kxolo’s body at the wink. However, there had to have been a certain level of trust there as the alpha made no move to comment on it.

Conversation was easily carried between the group despite the obvious tension forever blooming between Epok and Vamai. It was strange for Neteyam to see her so quiet. He was however not given much time to dwell on the fact as he prepared himself to make a move.

When the conversation had erupted into full force laughter and interrupting comments, he innocently placed his hand atop the alpha’s corded thigh. The receiving party’s amber eyes flickered towards him but Neteyam kept his focus straight forward a the current story being told by Pulo. He struggled to keep a light but neutral expression as the ground beneath him chaffed and rubbed at his sensitive skin with every shift.

Once Kxolo’s guard was down again he subtly shifted his small hand to his inner thigh, inching closer and closer towards his pelvis. He stopped at a point that would not raise suspicion but he hoped would still illicit sexual connotations. The older male did not shrink or flinch at the touch, completely calm under the unexpected attention. The composure acted as a perfect mask, giving nothing away.

Neteyam started to suspect the alpha of ignoring him, so when a large palm rested at the small of his back it made him jump slightly. A tingling sensation danced across his skin at the simple touch. His innate instincts were already coming to life, demanding more contact, to finally finish what should have been achieved the night prior. Counting the fruit on his plate silently was the only thing that drowned the voice out.

“Perhaps this time you will not get so drunk that you forget where your hut is.” Epok murmured. Neteyam could only vaguely piece together that they were talking about the upcoming festival, but everything else beyond that was a jumbled blur.

“To be fair, the batch you brewed was especially strong. Knocked anyone under 120 kg out with a single cup.” Kxolo chimed in while simultaneously trailing his hand further down Neteyam’s back. He tried not to squirm as it finally landed on the first hint of blushing skin.

“Do not worry, brother. The drink will be less intoxicating this year, wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.” Epok reassured, eyes landing on Neteyam. Vamai scoffed at the comment, angrily biting into her wrap. Were it not for the distraction of warm hands and lust-filled goals, Neteyam figured he would have been offended, but the conversation was simply noise to him.

The dialogue shifted back to Pulo over another festival story and Neteyam couldn’t be more grateful. He could feel his control over the situation slipping. It was time to kick things up a notch.

Before letting fear or hesitation take over, Neteyam swiftly placed himself on top of the Olo’eyktan’s lap. He tried his best to conform the movement into one of graceful innocence with an undertone of seduction, but it was hard to know how well he had pulled it off. He could feel the hot breath at the back of his neck as he shifted to get comfortable in the crossed legs. Neteyam looked back up at the male with large amber eyes, fluttering his lashes sweetly.

“The ground is uncomfortable. Thought this would be better.” He explained, tone intertwined with a submissive drawl.

The iris of Kxolo’s eyes drank in the golden rims, dilating slowly.

“Naturally.” He confirmed. His arm wrapped possessively around Neteyam’s waist, effectively pulling him back flush against the Olo’eyktan’s hard chest.

For once, the burning in his backside served a purpose as it naturally had him squirming constantly against Kxolo’s pelvis. It wasn’t long before he could feel the beginnings of a hard on pressing back against him. The alpha made no move to push him away or hide it though. The only response was warm hands occasionally gliding along his inner thighs. The touch was always fleeting, perhaps only a concoction of his own imagination. Heat began to settle in his loins.

The hard cock incessantly poking at him was oxygen to the flames, every minute forcing his desire to burn brighter.

Kxolo was reluctant to give up his release on his omega as Neteyam bent forward to grab another plate of fruit. On his knees, reaching his whole body forward to reach it, he made sure to let his back bow into a deep arch. The prolonged movement accentuated every curve obscenely. From his tapered waist to the rounded swell of his ass, his body glimmered as a sinful temptation in front of the alpha. A wordless proposition. An enchanting allurement.

Upon resuming his place, Neteyam’s focus was instantly captured by the throbbing length now fully hard and ready, poking underneath Kxolo’s loincloth. One innocent wiggle of his hips had the member twitching. Victory was on the horizon. The prospect of true success had his own arousal leaking out feel like an exciting beginning instead of the dreaded pain it had been for the past day.

The plate of fruit was stolen from his grasp and the arm took its place again around his waist. Before a protest could build in his throat, a piece of fruit was offered in front of his lips.

“Open.” Kxolo commanded.

Naturally his pillow lips parted for the fruit to be gently pushed in. His core tightened as the Olo’eyktan gradually pushed his fingers further past his lips with every piece of fruit given. The sweet nectar coalesced with Neteyam’s spit along the alpha’s fingers. When the others' backs were turned, entranced by another playful argument, Kxolo licked the mixture off of his fingers slowly as his eyes never left Neteyam’s. The omega squirmed at the sight. This game he had organized was quickly taking a turn. The reins were slipping from his grasp.

Neteyam and Kxolo had seemed to have slipped into the shadows, away from the forefront of their friends' attention. The omega took advantage of this fact and began to leisurely roll his hips in a figure eight motion. Kxolo gently grasped the curve of his jaw, angling his head away to gain better access to the boy’s ear.

“I don’t think you know what game you are playing, little one.” He whispered, ticking the shell of his ear.

“You seem to be enjoying it.” An exaggerated arch pushing his hips backwards accentuated his point. The resonating growl that followed prickled at his skin, coiling the arousal into a tighter ball.

“Oh trust me, I do, but I don’t think the ending is going to be as ideal for you as you think. I haven’t forgotten your punishment.” The whispered words made Neteyam’s nose scrunch in annoyance, but hope was not completely lost.

The rubbing sensation brought waves of pain and pleasure mixed together as it agitated his burning skin in the best way. The pleasure overrode his concern about the mess of slick that was already tainting their skin or the eyes that could wander over at any second.

“I don’t know alpha, I feel like we could both win.”

He held in a gasp as the arm around his waist tightened till he was bound in place.

“I said you can’t cum, but that doesn’t have to stop my fun. Keep going the way you are now and I promise it will end in your little body bound and spread wide as I torment you with touches that bring you just barely to the edge, but never over. Hearing you beg for my cock sounds like fun time to me, but I’m not sure if that is the activity you were wanting to tempt me with.” Kxolo’s deep baritone seeped into his bones.

His heart thumped erratically at the unbelievable words.

He had underestimated the alpha’s resolve.

“You’ll crack eventually.” The shake in his voice did little to convince.

“You’d be surprised at how much self control I can exhibit, baby boy.” Kxolo promised.

And that was all he received before the alpha’s touch was gone and his opinions had rejoined the public conversation.

There was only a faint glow outlining the sleeping bodies within the hut. Vamai used those vague shapes to maneuver herself over and around her parents until she could make a swift exit. Her movements were fragile as she scaled her body down the length of the tree. Her eyes searched for any sign of Na'vi life but the only evidence of others present was the soft snores and whispers echoing from the other huts.

It didn’t take long for her to find the way out of the village and towards some of her favorite spots to explore. Eclipse was when she felt most connected to nature. She glittered in tandem with the other life forms and the vibrancy created fascinating contrasts that swirled into a unique form of art. Not to mention, it was always quiet. The chirps of nocturnal creatures were the only sounds present and that alone made her mind drift peacefully.

Eclipse was the only time she could hear herself think.

As always, the reward of rebellious actions made an energy ripple through her veins. When this happened, it was impossible to stay still. Those currents of electricity had to be released. It was expressed through subtle dance moves or rhythmic beats tapped against her thighs during the day when Vamai was bound to responsibilities. However, at night, it could surge from her without restraint.

She broke into a run, leaving illuminated footprints behind. Laughter erupted from her chest as the pace picked up. The whipping winds across her skin spurred on the speed. Every fiber of her body rejuvenated, each nerve lit with that energy. She ignored the sting of greenery biting at her skin as she passed. They were simple obstacles that could not slow her down.

An abrupt stop finally came in front of a mighty tree, its height protruding up into the night sky. A new desire to climb quickly gathered. Vamai knew she would not reach the top tonight, but the greater excitement was found in the struggle of pushing her body towards greater heights anyways.

The cuts and scrapes that adorned her legs from climbing served as her favorite reminders of her adventures. In the morning it always came with the task of finding ways to conceal them from her parents but that was future Vamai’s problem, not hers. Every shift of her body weight towards a higher branch pulled more of that energy out of her system. It was a release that left her body glistening with sweat and a smile creasing into her cheeks.

Exhaustion finally took over, causing her to stake out a point along an intricate intertwining of large branches, perfect to sit upon. Windows created between the greenery allowed her to see out into the open landscape beneath. The tune of her mothers songchord naturally hummed from her chest absently. The sound caught the attention of a nearby Syaksyuk during its swing from branch to branch. Their eyes met, briefly curious at the existence of the other, but it only lasted a moment. The creature swung off into the distance until only a flicker of light to her eyes.

The sway of the notes rallied her back to her feet, already engaging in a light dance across the wood. She twirled across the distance, occasionally using a grip on the tree limbs to steady herself. Vamai felt proud of her elegant movements, until she hit a hard chest.

“Hey, little snitch.”

Warmth flooded her cheeks at the familiar voice and alluring chest at eye level. Sure enough, one glance upwards confirmed that the younger Sully boy was smirking down at her. His signature beaded braids fell forward to accent his sharp jaw. His eyes were lit with playfulness, staring down at her. However, there was an entrancing warmth in his expression, a genuine delight at seeing her.

“Lo’ak, what are you doing here? You absolute idiot!” Her admonishment did nothing to dull that spark.

His rousing scent surrounded her from every side, causing her to step back for much needed air.

“I suppose I could ask you the same thing.” Lo’ak advanced forwards with calculated steps, as if she were prey easily scared off.

“Do you really think coming back here after what you tried to pull off the other night is the smartest idea? They’ll skin you!” Her disquiet only bloomed further as the retreating steps brought her back flush against the tree trunk.

“I just forgot something.” He smoothly shrugged, eyes sealed to her own.

Glowing freckles led trails to those captivating eyes, sucking the breath from her lungs. His soaring frame consumed her completely as he laid one hand on either side of her head. Her vision, smell, and even breath were overtaken by Lo’ak. Her senses quickly became overloaded by his presence.

“What did you forget?” The timid voice that escaped felt unlike her own, but there was no time to dwell on that.

Using one hand cupped along her face and his neck straining his own down to her height, his lips captured Vamai’s in a kiss.

It was gentle, nothing but sweet tenderness lacing the movements. Soft lips lured Vamai into a trance. Her jumbled brain for once was still. It could only feel the impression of Lo’ak’s frame. The way his breath mingled with her own. His four fingered hand cradled her head, coaxing her deeper into the kiss.

The flare whizzing through her veins lit into a foreign type of electricity, one both caused and cured by the alpha against her. Within a few moments her small hands reached up to clasp onto his broad shoulders. Lo’ak was quick to pull her forward by the hips till their bodies were intertwined. The heat from his larger body connected with her own dragged her thoughts into a nebulous void.

The kiss increased in vigor as sharp canines came into the mix. His own lips contorted the kiss possessively as she softened beneath the touch. A feeling of familiarity resonated in her gut. It was natural, normal, destined. Those were the promises her hindbrain spewed until it became reality. She was meant to be in his arms. Meant to stake her soul to his. Meant to become one.

Lo’ak pulled away, forehead leaned against her own.

“My mate.” His confession drifted with the wind.

Vamai awoke with clammy skin, eyes wildly searching to take in the new reality. All that appeared were the mundane surroundings of her room inside the family hut, yet she could still see him. The mischievous glint in his warm eyes. The trace left from a four-fingered hand. The unquenchable blaze dancing along her lips. The essence of home.

“Oh fuck.”

Trouble always had a way of finding Vamai.

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Ma Neteyam pt.6

Part 5, Part 7

Summary: Neteyam is desperate to know what is occuring between the two clans.

Warnings: dirty talk, blowjob, smut, fingering, hand jobs, explicit, stockholm syndrome, abo universe, power imblalance, alpha/omega dynamics, daddy kink

A/N: Let’s be real, this chapter is mostly smut. (Minors don’t interact)

After a couple days Neteyam was finally allowed out with Vamai for the occasional hike. Kxolo had become more and more busy with the communication occurring between the Omatikaya clan and their own. No amount of pressing could get the alpha to speak on what these messages consisted of, but he assured the omega things were progressing in a good direction. There was no saying what that really meant, so Neteyam was forced instead to get information by his own means.

He took every opportunity there was to be around the alpha when speaking to Tamil or Pulo, even Epok for safe measure. The omega would simply play it off as coming to get his mates attention. Oftentimes he found that cuddling against his side or hand holding would soften Kxolo up. Despite this, many of the times he would get very little information from these interactions. It only took a day or two before the group was evidently using code words to discuss matters.

It didn’t take much to get Vamai to plot with him. The girl was always up for something that was outside of the monotonous routine. Breaking the rules only made her that much more intrigued, claiming danger was the real key in adventure. The two paid close attention to the betas and alphas around them, looking for patterns in their meetings along with keeping track of who was delivering the messages.

“It has been three days of this constant messaging and Kxolo still won’t say a peep about them. I need to know what is going on!” Neteyam groaned before unsuccessfully trying to skip a rock against the lake’s surface. Vamai glanced back at the betas around the lake’s edge, checking to make sure they were still out of hearing range.

“I think it’s time to face the facts, Nete. We are never going to get close to those meetings. It’s time to change tactics.” Neteyam cocked his head to the side in question at Vamai.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, can you really say you have tried everything possible to get in the loop? You are dating Olo’eyktan for crying out loud.” Exasperated, Neteyam stood from his crouching position and began to pace back and forth across the water’s edge.

“Of course I have. Eywa knows I have asked more times than I can count.” Vamai deadpanned back at the younger omega.

“Asking? Oh sweet innocent Neteyam.” She teased in a mocking voice. Neteyam scowled as the girl continued to laugh.

“What?” He flew his hands in the air in impatience, waiting for her to explain.

“If you want something from an alpha you don’t just ask them. You coerce them, and you know the best way to do that?” Neteyam stopped in his tracks, getting a bad feeling about where the conversation was heading. Vamai’s playful smirk only confirmed his suspicions were correct.

“Vamai no! I’m not some cheap slut.” Her laugh only became louder till the point of toppling over against the rocks. His face burned red with anger at his friends' mocking gestures. It was the same feeling he had when his parents told Lo’ak about the birds and bees before him and the young alpha refused to tell him anything.

“Neteyam everyone knows what you two have been up to at night.” The beginning of dread began to gather in the pit of Neteyam’s stomach at the news. Mouth agape, slightly resembling a fish out of water, the omega male stared back at her in disbelief.

“What? Since when?!”

“Half the clan can hear you, Neteyam. You aren’t very quiet.” Her eyes lit up with amusement at the other omega’s reaction. Meanwhile Neteyam felt like he was about to die of embarrassment. Had this been the case from the beginning? How much were the other able to hear? Could they hear them speaking too? Vamai rolled her eyes playfully at the theatrical distraught look on the boy’s face. “No need to be shy. You aren’t the only ones keeping people up at night.” The comment did little to sway the male.

“Why haven’t you ever brought this up?” A mortified groan left his lips as he ran one hand down his face.

“I thought you knew.” She simply shrugged before casting her own rock into the lake. It cascaded perfectly across the surface with three bounces propelling it. Vamai smiled triumphantly, seemingly forgetting the worry of her friend.

“Oh Great Mother.” Neteyam sighed to himself, once again attracting the attention of the other omega.

“Oh stop stressing about it so much. My point was that this shouldn’t be that new of a thing for you. If you really want to know what is going on with your clan the best way to do it is use the assets you already have. You would be surprised what a simple blow job ca-”

“Vamai! I am not doing that!” The omega urgently whisper yelled back at the girl. His eyes frantically scanned across the guards praying to Eywa they had not been witness to any of the conversation. Neteyam was taught to not speak of such things, let alone plot to use them to his advantage. Vamai remained unconcerned by the Sully boy’s uneasy attitude towards the subject.

“Is it a size problem? Cause there are ways around that.” Neteyam’s eyes widened at the insinuation. An insinuation that made his mind wonder to question the size himself. After all, Kxolo was not a short male.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never…” Vamai’s ears perked in interest at the stuttering. For once surprised by the outcome, she leaned closer to the boy from her crouched position. Neteyam didn’t care for the devious look in those eyes.

“Are you saying you’ve never seen him naked?” It was obvious that there would be no response from the boy but Vamai didn’t let it ruin her fun. Neteyam internally screamed at himself for saying too much around the nosy omega. Vamai was relentless and the last thing he needed was to pour out every detail of his sex life as a form of entertainment for her.

“Wow, I have to say I am surprised at that. Kxolo isn’t really the shy type. But then again, maybe he is just waiting for a certain someone to coax him out.” She winked back at the boy. Neteyam tried to play off the embarrassment with an eye roll before turning to immerse himself in the task of finding another skippable rock. However, his mind was already falling down the rabbit hole. Was the alpha waiting for an invitation? Was Neteyam supposed to give it to him?

“On the bright side, that puts you at a great advantage. I’m sure he would give you just about anything to get some reciprocated attention.” The wheels started turning in the boy’s head as he considered her words.

His conversation with Vamai was the seed of thought that grew into a slow obsession. Neteyam couldn’t get her words out of his head. His mind raced with questions begging to be answered as he pondered the relationship between the two. Up until that point he had never paid much mind to the fact that not only had he never seen the Olo’eyktan naked but also he had never seen or helped the man reach his own orgasm. It surprised Neteyam to find that this realization made him feel quite selfish, as if he owed the man who kidnapped him anything. That being said, Neteyam had reached a climax from the Kxolo’s hands more times than he cared to admit and not once did the Olo’eyktan ask for the favor to be returned.

It was all Neteyam could think about as he sat through dinner, occasionally trying to appear polite by engaging in conversation. The questions continued even when he lay down to sleep next to the alpha in the hammock. He weighed the validity of Vamai’s statement about getting information concerning home. He wondered if Kxolo really would loosen his strict secretive attitude just from Neteyam providing some reciprocated pleasure. The outlined bulge against his ass throughout the night drew his mind to much more vulgar and explicit thoughts that had the omega getting very little sleep.

The next day only proceeded in the same direction as he spent the morning hunting alone with his mate. Neteyam was still not trusted with weapons but he figured it would be better than sitting around waiting for Vamai to finish her responsibilities. However, sitting there watching the alpha now, he started to wonder if he had made a grave mistake.

The male moved gracefully as if in a dance quietly creeping up to the animal. His brow was concentrated into a furrow as he pulled back the arrow, posture tall and strong. Eyes shifted lower and lower until they rested on the one scrap of fabric concealing the object of Neteyam’s curiosity. The v shape leading to the alpha’s pelvis felt like an invitation. No matter how many times he fluttered his eyes away, Neteyam always found himself back to that spot staring.

“It seems to not be his day to return to Eywa. Let’s try further down the river.” His daze was broken, finally realizing the alpha’s attention had been turned back to him. Recovering quickly, they continued through the thick forest in pursuit of a more promising spot.

When the Olo’eyktan would crouch low against the forest floor, Neteyam couldn’t shift his attention from the flexing in the man’s thighs and the skilled precision in every step Kxolo took. The thought of being between those strong thighs had his stomach fluttering. The alpha had proven his ability to get Neteyam into a mess beneath him, but what could Neteyam do to him? What effect could he have on the mighty Olo’eyktan who walked with the confidence of a god?

On the way back, Neteyam considered Vamai’s advice once more and this time found it less appalling. Although he hated to admit it, he was burning to finally taste and feel the Olo’eyktan cock. Every instinct in his body was screaming to please his mate. There was an opportunity to satisfy that desire and progress his plans all in one swoop.

“How was the meeting with the hunting party last night?” The boy feigned nonchalance as they walked side by side.

“Still very confidential, little one.” A little put out by the instant rejection, Neteyam tried to figure out what step was next in the seduction process. Acting purely out of panic, he stepped in front of the alpha and pulled him down for a heated kiss.

A small noise left the alpha’s throat in surprise at the sudden affection but the kiss was returned quickly regardless. Shifted onto the balls of his feet the boy reached up to hook his fingers around the back of Kxolo’s neck. The kiss became more heated as the alpha pulled the boy closer by the hips. Finally starting to feel successful Neteyam began to leave kisses trailing down the male’s torso, slowly starting to crouch to his knees. Lips hesitant but persistent they finally came across the top of the loincloth. One small hand reached out for the fabric but was quickly snatched by the wrist before he could continue. Looking up at Kxolo, he found the male staring back at him with an eyebrow raised.

“What’s going on here, baby boy?” Nerves tickled his stomach, all of a sudden feeling inadequate to pull this off, but there was no backing out now.

“I just thought that with everything going on I could help you let off some steam.” He looked through his lashes for good measure but the alpha’s face was unreadable. His chin was pinched firmly as Kxolo used it to straighten the omega back to his feet and bring him in close.

“Hm is that what it is?” Though hardly coming out as a question, Neteyam nodded along anyways. The stare was piercing and it made the boy shuffle uneasily on his feet. “Try again, baby.”

“What?” he huffed out, frantically searching Kxolo's expression for clarification.

“Sex is not a bargaining chip, Neteyam.” The boy felt his heart drop to his stomach at the intense look Kxolo gave him. Although desperate to come up with some way out of trouble, his mind went blank as the alpha took another step closer to tower over him. He craned his neck upwards at the male. “What was the plan? Suck me off and I’d spill all the secrets?”

“Do you…not want me to?” The responding dark chuckle sent a shiver down Neteyam’s spine.

“Trust me Neteyam, I think about it all the time. One of the many fantasies I have about you.” Neteyam felt a rush travel through his veins at the alpha’s confession. Not an ounce of shame showed in Kxolo’s face as he cockily smiled down at the Sully boy. His right hand came to slowly trace an invisible trail up the column of Neteyam’s neck. Knuckles brushed the azure skin softly before comin up to lightly cup his jaw. “Pretty lips wrapped around Daddy’s cock.” A thumb swiped across Neteyam’s bottom lip effectively parting it from the upper lip. Neteyam’s golden orbs looked up through his lashes, dumbfounded. “Just like that.” Kxolo murmured, the image now so much clearer.

Neteyam was speechless. The boy felt like his muscles were made out of stone as not a single inch of him would move on command. That pull to the Olo’eyktan was back. An invisible line tying the two together. Against his will, Neteyam found his own fantasies following that of the older male’s. His hindbrain ached to know what the alpha tasted like.

“But Neteyam,” The fantasies slipped away as he was snapped back into the moment. “When you get on your knees for me, it will be because you are aching for it.” His mouth went dry. “Not for some scheme to boss your alpha around.”

The touch was gone. Faster than Neteyam could blink, Kxolo was a few steps away picking up the bow and positioning it on his back. One wink over the shoulder was all he received before the older male was strolling through the forest with ease, as if he was on a Sunday afternoon walk.

Trying to break out of his frozen state, Neteyam mentally cursed Vamai’s name.

Seduction was never Neteyam’s strong suit but watching Kxolo at dinner he was sure the man wrote the novel on it. Every fleeting touch and simple brush was calculated. His relaxed spread leg posture, elbow resting on a propped knee gave the omega all the material he needed to spin together explicit stories.

For the first time since arriving, Kxolo did not insist on having him pressed up against his side for the meal. Instead, he sat on the other side of the fire, directly across from Neteyam. Ironically, the space made the Sully boy more flustered than any of the other nights. Predatory eyes would drag slowly to Neteyam’s small form. Sometimes gliding from head to toe leisurely, other times narrowed in on the bite marks still visible on his skin.

By far the worst, however, was the knowing looks that the alpha sent him. Eyes bore into his own, a crooked smirk forming. An unbreakable confidence in that gaze telling Neteyam Kxolo knew exactly what he was daydreaming about. Then the heat of the gaze was gone as Kxolo switched back to friendly conversation with the other clan members so fast it gave Neteyam whiplash.

The switch was borderline fascinating, but the young warrior knew it was a tease. Pure uninterrupted attention only to have it ripped away in a second. The first few times the boy thought he had hallucinated the occurrence.

Neteyam fought to get a grip before focusing solely on the fish before him. Kxolo was setting him up for failure. Clearing his head of all dirty thoughts, he took deep breaths in and out slowly. Feeling his heart rate slow slightly, Neteyam went back to eating the fish once more.

The twinkling of colliding beads broke his focus once more. Head thrown back, muscular arms bent at the elbow to reach behind, Kxolo went about leisurely collecting and trying the long decorated braids. His whole body was in a slight arch, hips raised so discreetly one would have to be looking to notice. Neteyam was looking.

How easy it would be to reach the alpha. His hindbrain illustrated scenarios of crawling towards Kxolo to nestle between those strapping thighs. Rip the constricting piece of fabric concealing his mate’s cock. To finally feel the weight of his length against his tongue, savoring the taste. Low and guttural moans leave the older male’s throat, slowly thrusting up into the warmth with one large hand guiding the boy’s head down.

The eyes were back. One eyebrow teasingly raised before it dropped suddenly. His amber gaze flicked down towards Neteyam’s lips before returning again with a darker haze. It was then that the omega realized his bottom lip was once again trapped between his teeth.

Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.

The words from the lake flashed through his brain causing the omega to release the lip at once. Great Mother, that man has a dirty mouth! Neteyam thought to himself. He tried not to acknowledge how many times that dirty mouth had gotten him off whether through filthy words or filthy touches.

There was an arrogant gleam in Kxolo’s eyes as he looked back towards his mate. There was no denying that the alpha knew what he was thinking of and most importantly what he desired. That being said, Neteyam knew that the older male would continue to be an asshole about it and make him work for it. There was always a game of foreplay with Kxolo. A chase. Chase for relief, chase for intimacy. He had made it clear that if Neteyam wanted something, he would have to ask for it.

It was then that he noticed the bugle in the navy loincloth the Olo’eyktan wore. A familiar heat coiled in the pit of his stomach and Neteyam knew that he was done for.

“Okay fine, you win.” Neteyam rushed out suddenly as they continued their walk back to the tent. Kxolo, however stopped in his tracks, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

“I win huh? Has a different ring to it than your usual bratty remarks.” Neteyam glared up at Kxolo ferociously. He swore if he wasn’t so horny, that alone would have pushed him into retaliating back at full force. “And what is it that I win, baby?”

“You know what I’m saying.” Kxolo feigned an oblivious expression, shrugging back at the boy. “What we were talking about earlier.”

“Earlier,” Within two strides Kxolo was pressed against him, already placing gentle kisses along the column of his neck. More slick began to gather as Neteyam’s head started towards that hazy state again. “We talk about a lot of things, baby.” Neteyam’s small hands instinctively found hold on the male’s biceps for support. “Perhaps you are referring to the conversation we had with three of my fingers deep in your hole.” An audible gasp exhaled from Neteyam’s as long fingers lightly brushed the crack of his ass. “That is if you can call it a conversation. Most of your contributions were those beautiful whimpers.”

The words were starting to become a jumble as he could feel the older male’s bulge poking at his stomach. The goal however was ever so present in Neteyam’s mind as his omega hindbrain repetitively begged to feel Kxolo’s cock. It yearned to please his alpha, to hear more of those praises that generously left the Olo’eyktan’s lips during these interactions.

“Or maybe you are begging me to care to these pretty marks again.” A jolt of electricity sprang through his body into a shiver as Kxolo’s fingertips teasingly ran along his sides until reaching the marks on his right hip bone. Neteyam shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. It frustrated him how easy it always was for Kxolo to get him into a delirious state just from a few touches and condescending remarks.

“This morning y-you said I could…” Amber eyes looked back up at Neteyam from their spot against the curve of his hips. It took everything in him not to shuffle back at the burning intensity residing in that gaze. Kxolo’s eyes never strayed from that focus as he trailed slowly up Neteyam’s body. The flat of his nose teased against the smooth skin as slow kisses were deposited along the boy’s abs up to his pecs. Without warning sharp teeth gently nipped against his right nipple. The omega let out a gasp, attempting to step out of the embrace. Kxolo didn’t hesitate to grip his hips and pull him back in place.

Finally that nose trailed along his collarbones and up his neck. Neteyam’s head fell back without a thought, leaving his throat open for access. To his surprise however, one hand cupped the back of his head, carefully positioning him back facing forward. Kxolo’s face continued to draw a long line from the edge of Neteyam’s jaw to his chin. The omega held his breath as it trailed up till they were nose to nose, lips less than an inch away. Hot heavy breath fanned against his lips and Neteyam’s eyes fluttered closed.

The kiss was heavy and agonizingly slow. It was as if Kxolo was trying to memorize the feel of Neteyam’s soft lips against his own. And then they were gone and he opened his eyes to find the taller male staring straight back at him.

“What are you asking for, baby? Use your words.” Fingers already twitching towards the waistband of Kxolos loincloth and accepting there was no way around it, Neteyam let the words flow out.

“Please can I suck your cock, daddy?” A feline smirk stretched across the alpha’s lips before Neteyam was captured in another kiss. Neteyam allowed the male to dominate the dancing of their tongues, completely lost in his hormones. He could feel the last bit of resistance and logic float away from his mind.

“Being such a sweet thing asking so nicely. How can I say no?” Heart thumping at an exponential rate, Neteyam stared back, completely lost as to what to do next. Always quick to pick up on the boy’s needs, Kxolo guided Neteyam’s hands down the alpha’s torso until they rested just barely above the loincloth.

“I-I’ve never done it before.”

“Of course not, baby. You’ve been a good boy, waiting for your alpha. Don’t worry, Daddy will teach you.” Neteyam’s omega instincts purred at the reassuring words. The nerves slowly started to wash away as Kxolo let the alpha pheromones drift towards the boy.

“On your knees, baby.” Neteyam sank down without a further thought. His small fingers went out to rest against the large flexing thighs in front of him to steady himself. Pleased with the omega’s behavior, Kxolo affectionately brushed through Neteyam’s hair before going to untie the loincloth.

Neteyam’s eyes finally looked away from the male’s face once a small slap sound of Kxolo’s cock hitting his stomach resonated. His breath hitched at the sight.

Kxolo was bigger than he had anticipated. Fully erect with angry veins popping out, Neteyam wondered how he was ever going to fit it inside his mouth. The boy was sure he couldn't even wrap one hand around the whole thing. Noticing the dumbfounded expression, Kxolo let out a chuckle before intervening.

“Don’t worry, little one. We are going to take it nice and slow.” Neteyam mindlessly went to run a few fingers down the length. He let out a small squeak when Kxolo’s cock twitched under his finger. “Baby,” Eyes flickered up obediently to watch Kxolo. “How about you give it a little kiss?”

Hesitant lips gently placed a small kiss on the head. Neteyam nose scrunched slightly at the taste of precum. Following the praises, Neteyam was instructed to start licking along it. It started out as only small kitten licks but he stopped at the heavy breath released from the alpha. A new motivation to hear those noises began. Starting from the base of the balls, the Sully boy dragged the flat of his tongue slowly to the head.

“Oh Great Mother!” The older male groaned from above. Looking back up at that expression, Neteyam felt a new addiction forming. A desire to have the upper hand, to know that he was the one making the mighty Olo’ekytan moan and groan his name.

Waiting for no further instruction, Neteyam began tracing the veins with his tongue mercilessly. When he reached the head, the omega made sure to circle it around the circumference, drunk on the hazy look that was forming in Kxolo’s eyes. Not satisfied with the volume, Neteyam took one more deep breath before slowly sliding the head into his mouth.

“Neteyam!” His cock was heavy on Neteyam’s tongue and thicker than anticipated so the boy’s lips had to stretch in order to fit around it. Despite these struggles, the omega began to drop his head down lower and lower onto his alpha’s cock. His descent was quickly disturbed as not only half way down it hit the back of the boy’s throat causing Neteyam to gag.

“Woah there, baby boy. Slow down, it’s ok.” Kxolo used the boy’s braids to gently guide him off his cock. Eyes glassy with tears and a line of saliva messily still attached to his lips, Neteyam gasped for air. It took everything in the alpha to not climax at the sight right then and there.

“There’s no need to take Daddy’s cock all at once, baby boy.” Kxolo gently guided his head back down onto his cock but this time stopped before it was deep enough for discomfort. “That’s it baby, now try to breathe through your nose. It will help.” Looking up through his lashes at the male, Neteyam obeyed. “Whatever you can’t fit, you can use your hands for.”

Situated with mouth and hands around the male’s cock Neteyam began to bob slowly. He recalled what Kxolo had done to him before and experimented by hollowing his cheeks. The response was almost immediate as a low growl rumbled in the alpha’s chest. A new wave of confidence rushed through Neteyam, urging him to tighten around the cock and occasionally swirl his tongue around the head once more. Fingers tightened around the braids and the alpha’s chest began to rise and fall drastically.

“Good boy, yes like that- oh Eywa- good job baby.” It was the most disheveled he had ever seen the other male and that realization made pride swell within him. His knees dug into the dirt as he tried to pick up the pace, careful to take deep breaths through his nose.

“Look so pretty on daddy’s cock, baby. That pretty little mouth was made for this wasn’t it?” The words sent another jolt of arousal through the boy’s body as he realized how crude he must have looked on his knees desperately trying to engulf his mate’s cock. Neteyam could feel his backside was covered in slick that was already trickling down the back of his thighs.

“What a sweet boy, making daddy feel so good.” Neteyam popped off at the comment and placed another kiss on the angry head before giving the alpha a sweet smile. Kxolo let out a strained laugh, shaking his head from side to side. Feeling devious, Neteyam began to kiss close along Kxolo’s pelvis, dragging his tongue around the erect area but never touching it. These games did not last long before Kxolo intervened. “Cheeky boy, time to go back down.”

Deep groans and growls were music to Neteyam’s ears, urging him to continue the onslaught on the alpha’s member. Their eyes would connect randomly at points and Neteyam would bat his lashes flirtatiously till Kxolo was back to throwing his head back and moaning his approval. The moans drowned in praises and words of affirmation spurred Neteyam on as he did everything he could do to help Kxolo reach his high. His omega instincts purred at the idea of being the alpha’s source of pleasure.

Switching back and forth between taking the member in his mouth and teasing with kisses and licks along the head and shaft, Neteyam would look up at Kxolo in fascination. Sometimes the alpha would stare back with a proud smile and others, he would catch the older male throwing his head back in pleasure. Sharp jawline accentuated by the long decorated braids and attentive eyes, Neteyam couldn’t help but admire how handsome the other male was. It was something he tried not to think about or acknowledge throughout the day but in moments like these, there was no denying it. Kxolo was the most attractive man he had ever seen.

Neteyam lost track of time, completely fixated on the task before him. He choked in surprise as warm sticky cum spurted into his mouth. Not at all prepared, the boy jerked off of the member and sat there gasping for air as the rest of the alpha’s seed spurted along his jaw and cheeks. Kxolo’s growl of pleasure eventually tapered into a deep chuckle as he observed the mess along the startled boy’s face.

“We can work on that later, baby.” Kxolo breathily reassured, still coming down from his high. Neteyam looked completely wrecked on his knees, pupils blown wide and cum messily drawn along his features. “You did such a good job, baby boy. What a good little cocksucker you are for daddy.”

Neteyam moaned at the words, reaching up for the alpha. Kxolo quickly obliged, coming down to kneel in front of the boy and running his thumbs along Neteyam’s face. Gathering bits of sperm on his fingers, Kxolo slowly fed him the warm cum. He laughed softly at the pained expression Neteyam’s face contorted into at the taste, but was proud to find the boy continue regardless.

“I think it’s your turn, little one.” Neteyam nodded frantically at the words, the smell of slick still thick in the air. “Where do you want me?” Kxolo didn’t need an answer as the smell intensified.

The Olo’ekytan swiftly manhandled the boy to flip around, ass in the air and face pressed to the ground. This new position gave an unobscured view of the puckering hole winking at the male. He groaned at the sight, cock already starting to come back to life. He began with loving wet kisses along the perfect globes. These actions were not appreciated as Neteyam was in no mood for waiting.

“That’s now what I need, daddy! Please!” Neteyam’s head turned to the side and pressed against the dirt, glassy eyes sent pleading looks back at the alpha. The bioluminescence began to grow brighter, leaving colorful glows of orange and purple painting across the boy’s glowing freckled skin. Looking at what a beautiful mess his mate was before him, Kxolo couldn’t find it in himself to deny the boy.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m going to take care of you.” The loincloth was removed quickly from Neteyam and lazily thrown to the side. Hungry eyes roamed across Neteyam as Kxolo used both hands to spread the cheeks apart.

Kxolo’s lungs filled with air deeply as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of his omega. His face dove between those cheeks without a second thought, tongue licking slowly along the puckering hole. Neteyam whimpered at the foreign feeling, already shifting his hips in search of more stimulation. Kxolo could tell there was no patience left in the boy but lucky for Neteyam, the alpha was feeling very generous after seeing the boy pleasure him so openly.

Neteyam took the first and second finger in with little pause in between. By the time a third one slipped past the rim, Neteyam had pushed himself back up onto his knees so his sweaty skin pressed firmly against Kxolo’s chest. Small gasps repetitively left the boy’s throat as he began to ride the thick fingers deep inside of him. Kxolo’s cock strained uncomfortably at the sight, completely in awe of the boy’s sudden desperation and confidence.

“N-need more, need more now please!” Kxolo softly shushed the boy with a gentle stroke to the cheek before inserting his thumb. The tight ring of muscles grasped and pulled at the fingers with such strength, it took serious persuasion to slide them in and out.

“Your ass is being a bit greedy, baby boy.” He condescendingly teased before running a hand down to grip Neteyam’s erect member. The air was filled only with the derogatory sounds of slicked fingers slapping into his hole. Neteyam let out louds groans as he rode the fingers so hard it began to put strain on Kxolo’s wrist. Still fisting his cock, Kxolo tried to match the speed of his pumping to that of the thrusts but nothing seemed to put the boy at ease.

“Need more, daddy! It’s not enough!” Kxolo watched the boy’s expression to find a completely hazed over expression with furrowed eyebrows. The omega had gone completely dumb on the male’s fingers alone and the visual was something that both turned him on to no end and slightly worried the Olo’eyktan.

“Hush, little one. It’s ok, I’m going to take care of you.” His grip tightened around the head of the boy’s cock but Neteyam was quickly shaking his head side to side.

“No! No, I need you inside now! Need your cock now daddy.” Something primal stirred in Kxolo at the words, but he tried to push it aside. Neteyam could barely remember his own name, let alone give consent to losing his virginity.

“You don’t know what you are asking for, baby. Calm down and let me handle this.” Neteyam was neither soothed nor side tracked by the comment.

“Yes I do! I need you to take me now! Need it so bad please please p-please! I’m asking nicely!”

“Neteyam, I am not taking your virginity tonight just for you to hate me tomorrow.” A growl resonated from the smaller boy and in an instant Neteyam had slipped off those fingers and out of the male’s grasp. Like an enraged feline, Neteyam sharply turned on the male to roughly push those broad shoulders until the alpha was on his back and he was sitting on top of his pelvis.

A new type of heat gathered in Kxolo’s stomach at the act of defiance. The male’s fangs came into view as a hiss escaped his chest and the alpha was practically throwing the smaller male’s body off of him. Merciless fingers gripped the back of Neteyam’s neck as Kxolo hovered above his helpless body. The other arm forcefully hooked under the boy’s right leg to keep him spread wide open for him.

Pure enraged fire roared in those golden eyes as he stared down at his mate. There was a line that had been crossed and Neteyam’s body shivered in anticipation of what was to come. The grip on the back of his neck was used as leverage as the alpha brought his face up towards him. A single breath could hardly pass between the two with their proximity.

“Needy little brat, demanding more even when I’ve told you no.” The words passed through gritted teeth with venom laced into them. “Do you not trust that I will take care of you, omega?”

“N-no I mean y-yes I know you will.” Sentences were a struggle to tumble together as all Neteyam’s hindbrain could only focus on pleasing his alpha.

“Am I not giving you enough attention, huh? Am I not making you feel good?” A sweet caress slowly down the boy’s propped inner thigh had him squirming and whining instantly. Exasperated whimpers left his lips as the alpha’s fingers slowly found themselves circling his rim once more.

“No no! I’m sorry Daddy! F-feel so good!” Neteyam was taken aback by the sweet kiss against his lips.

“Are you ready to behave for Daddy then?” Hot breath tickled the inside of Neteyam’s left ear from the words. Chills swept across the omega’s skin as every sense went on high alert. His body ached for something, anything. Anything that would soothe the searingly painful arousal and heat coiled in his core.

“YES Daddy! I will, I will. I’ll be good I p-promi-” the sentence was cut off by a gasp Neteyam let out as two fingers slipped in without warning. Kxolo watched the expression with satisfaction, cock twitching from looking at the mess his omega had become underneath him.

“Yes you will.” Kxolo growled out lowly before slipping his fingers back from behind Neteyam’s neck. One hand scissoring the boy open while the other leisurely traced along his torso, the omega arched into every touch. Neteyam let out a small scream as a third finger was added simultaneously with a harsh pinch to his left nipple.

Sharp fangs dragged across his upper chest slowly inching closer and closer to the other peak. Neteyam craned his neck to see and anticipate the stimulation but was distracted by those fingers curling around his sweet spot. His head immediately threw back in pleasure, completely forgetting about the teeth. Neteyam began to twist helplessly under the man as lips and teeth began to torment his nipples while those fingers curled and slammed against his sweet spot.

The pleasure became all too much as Kxolo’s other free hand began to tease the head of his cock. The thumb slipped in and Neteyam dug his heels into the ground to push away and attempt to close his thighs. A sharp bite latched itself around one nipple in warning.

“Where do you think you’re going baby boy?” Kxolo squeezed the small cock in his hand firmly.

“I-it’s too much!” Neteyam attempted to arch away from the touch, overwhelmed by the intensity that was bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.

“Oh really? Just a few minutes ago you were whining at me for not giving you enough and now you sit here and tell you can’t even take a few fingers inside and strokes to your cock without falling apart.” Kxolo shook his head mockingly tsking at the boy. He used his own knees to spread Neteyam’s legs outwards once more while delivering long and firm strokes to his cock. Tears began to gather in the omega’s amber eyes. “You begged for more and now you are going to take it. Keep these legs spread for me. Don’t make me tell you again.”

Kxolo smirked deviously at the twitches and increase of slick that gushed out during his reprimanding. He could complain all he wanted but the alpha knew Neteyam got off on being dominated. His body became putty in his hands, ready and willing to be shaped in any which way.

Lowering himself back down again, Kxolo refocused his attention on dragging his tongue down the boy’s outlined abs while keeping up the onslaught on his cock and hole. He accentuated love bites with a simultaneous twist and curl of his fingers that made Neteyam cry out with tears down his face. His own cock strained horribly against the ground but the alpha tried to dismiss the arousal and focus instead on pushing the other boy over the edge.

Neteyam’s fluttering hole and shaking thighs told the Olo’eyktan he was close but there was still one spot Kxolo wanted to revisit. Tongue and teeth carefully skated along the smooth star speckled skin before coming to rest right above the boy’s hipbone. One simple kiss to the area was rewarded with the omega arching his back dramatically as he moaned out gibberish.

“One of my new favorite places.” He smirked against the skin before dragging the flat of his tongue along the concave surface. Kxolo let out a groan at the tightening of muscles around his fingers reacting to the touch. “Poor little thing, so sensitive.”

“Daddy ple- please…I n-need.”

“Shh little one, I know what you need. Just keep making those pretty noises for me, ok?” Neteyam nodded his head messily against the dirt, eager to please. “Good boy.”

Kxolo pumped his finger mercilessly against the spongy sweet spot while teasing the head of the boy’s cock with his thumb. Neteyam continued to moan and scream beneath as the pace of pumping to both sensitive parts started to drastically pick up. His fingers curled into the leaves and dirt beneath in ecstasy. “There you go, baby. You gonna cum for Daddy?”

“Ye-yes daddy gonna c-cum.” Watch the boy tremble, stutter, and twitch; he knew there was only one thing left to push him over the edge. He smiled down at the unmarked skin of Neteyam’s left hip. Sloppy kisses were deposited onto the glowing freckles and Neteyam had snatched the long braids into his grip. A scream ripped from the boy’s throat as Kxolo began to suck earnestly at the spot, determined to make a matching mark to the other hip. “C-close close so close Daddy!”

One final bite to the hickey was all it took. Neteyam shook and arched as the cum spilled out of his cock and his hole gripped mercilessly onto Kxolo’s fingers inside. Kxolo continued the stimulation till it was carrying the boy through the orgasm. Neteyam’s eyes rolled back into his head as a silent scream kept his mouth wide open.

Absolute perfection, the Olo’eyktan thought.

When the younger boy finally gasped for air and began coming down from his high the two were a mess of cum and dirt. Kxolo carefully slipped his fingers out of the soaking hole, watching as Neteyam let out weak whimpers. Pupils blown wide with a blank stare, Neteyam was lost in the haze of post orgasm.

Careless of the slick and cum his hands spread across the boy's skin as they traveled up his sides, Kxolo carefully laid a sweet kiss on his lips. There was a lag in response but eventually soft hesitant lips kissed back.

“You back with me baby?” Kxolo quietly asked while comfortingly twisting some braids in his fingers. Neteyam nodded with hooded eyes that incidentally traveled down till they got caught on something. Kxolo followed his gaze to find it locked on his own rock hard cock upright against his stomach.

“Y-you’re-”

“I’m alright, baby boy. Don’t worry about it.” He plastered on the most convincing smile he could muster even though all his body wanted to do was flip Neteyam over and pound into him till he was filled with his cum.

“You want me to help?” Neteyam timidly offered. The alpha shook his head fondly at the generosity, sure that the omega could barely walk let alone handle another round.

“Sweet one, you’ve helped more than enough.” Kxolo carefully positioned the limp boy into his lap, kissing tenderly along his jawline. Neteyam preened under the affection, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion.

Neteyam didn’t awake, held bridal style in the alpha’s arms, until cold water could be felt on his backside. His eyes shot open to realize Kxolo was wading them into the lake slowly. He whined at the temperature, such a drastic contradiction to his burning skin.

“It’s ok, baby boy. Just need to clean you up.” Neteyam groaned in protest, trying to arch away from the water. Kxolo fought these movements gently but firmly to ensure there was no escape from the needed bath. He was set upon a submerged rock that had the waterline tickling against his ribcage.

“It’s freezing!” The omega wrapped his arms around himself, teeth already on the verge of chattering. There was no space to avoid the waters however as Kxolo towered in front of him, large hands softly keeping the boy in place.

“I know, little one but you are covered in dirt and cum.” He chuckled, scooping up some water to pour over Neteyam’s shoulder. The omega jerked at the action, already shivering in the lake. Kxolo was patient as he lathered soup into the boy’s chest and neck gently. Neteyam hissed and backed away with every splash of the water Kxolo carefully distributed but the alpha simply let out a small laugh and continued to hold him stationary.

Neteyam finally stopped fighting it as he found the only true source of warmth was found in being pressed up against the older male. He was exhausted and, even though he would never admit it, craving the safety and comfort of the Olo’eyktan’s embrace.

“Lean your head back.” Kxolo softly ordered, helping the boy recline to get his hair in the water. He took his time getting every leaf, vine, and piece of dirt washed out of the braids that had been swept back and forth across the forest floor. Despite the cold, Neteyam’s eyes fluttered sleepily from the comforting sensation of the alpha’s long fingers against his scalp.

It took several dunks under water to get the residue off of Neteyam’s face and each time the boy would spring out of the water with narrowed eyes and pinched brows. Kxolo laughed at the Neteyam’s dramatic attitude that was easily fixed by a tight embrace and hands rubbing up and down his arms to create some heat. Kxolo was especially careful when his hands traveled southward and washed every nook and crevice. Neteyam would occasionally shift and whimper from the sensitivity, but he stayed obediently in the alpha’s arms nonetheless.

“Stay here.” Neteyam groaned as Kxolo placed him back on the rock and went to wash himself. Without the large body blocking it, the wind whipped against his wet skin. Curled up into a ball, Neteyam watched the Olo’eyktan bathe, admiring the glowing lights that danced across the outlined muscles of his back. He became mesmerized by the long braids Kxolo carefully washed in the water.

Neteyam’s head felt heavy as he lulled it from side to side till resting it against his propped knees. His mind was still a blurred jumble, only primal wants and needs in focus. The need to be warm. The need to be held. The need to feel his alpha’s body against his own.

“Not time to sleep yet, baby boy.” The warm voice accompanied by a kiss to the forehead lured him out of sleep, finally blinking back up at the male. Strong arms wrapped around his back and under his knees till he was lifted again into Kxolo’s arms. Neteyam took the ride happily, wrapping his hands around his neck. Kxolo let out a content sigh at the feel of Neteyam’s face nuzzling into his neck.

The walk back was silent and Neteyam only stayed conscious of random bits and snippets. The purrs and coos of wildlife acted as a lullaby along with the alpha’s calming scent encapsulating the omega with every inhale. It wasn’t until Kxolo had set him down and began tying a new loincloth around him that Neteyam realized they were back towards the hanging hammocks in the center of the village. The omega quickly scanned the area nervously to see if they had been noticed walking back naked but was relieved to find everyone asleep.

“I thought we were going to the tent?”

“Change of plans. Come on, time to get you to bed.” Neteyam didn’t have the energy to care as he was led to the hanging hammock and helped down. He was quick to entangle their limbs together and place his head back into the crook of Kxolo’s neck. The Olo’eyktan cooed sweet nothings into his ear while tracing swirling patterns down the omega’s back. Neteyam subconsciously wrapped his tail around the older male’s thigh and snuggled closer. Everything in his nature told Neteyam this was where he was supposed to be.

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Ma Neteyam pt.7

Explicit, Minors do not interact

Part 6, Part 8

Summary: Neteyam can only put off his desires for so long.

Warnings: smut, mxm anal, explicit, power imbalance, stockholm syndrome, dirty talk, abo universe, daddy kink, swearing, angst, etc.

A/N: This chapter is long! I got pretty carried away but I’m happy with how it turned out. Thanks for patiently waiting on this one

“Eat up baby, you’re gonna need it.” Neteyam’s eyes snapped up from the plate of fish presented to the alpha’s expression, confused by the heartier breakfast.

“Why?” The omega questioned, nervously watching Kxolo take his seat next to him.

“It’s a surprise.” Kxolo wrapped one arm around Neteyam’s waist to easily pull him against his side. There was a giddy grin etched into the Olo’eyktan’s expression that made Neteyam suspicious. He was not sure whether or not he should be excited for the ‘surprise’ or wary of it. For all he knew, it could simply be a continuation of the activities from the day before. However, Neteyam couldn’t help but feel an unnatural thrill at the possibility of the latter.

As they ate, Neteyam caught the look that Kxolo gave Tamil which was quickly reciprocated with a subtle nod. For the rest of the meal, the boy tried to pay extra close to their conversation and body language, searching for anything else that would hint at the surprise. He still wasn’t sure he trusted the three of them together, especially Pulo.

Neteyam had lost his taste for surprises a long time ago from growing up with his younger brother. When Lo’ak had a ‘surprise’ it usually meant he had a problem that he was about to drag Neteyam into. He still remembered the spanking he received after helping, or rather begging Lo’ak not to, catch a palulukan at 13. Both boys could barely sit for a week after the disaster.

“I don’t get a hint?” Neteyam innocently batted his eyelashes at the older male for good measure. The efforts were seemingly wasted as the alpha simply laughed and planted a kiss on his forehead.

“Patience, ma Neteyam.” Neteyam wiggled his toes against the dirt, trying to distract himself from the rush that soared through his body at the intimate nickname. His omega senses had been responsive all morning, preening at every praise and touch Kxolo gave.

When breakfast finally finished, the alpha disappeared with the Pulo and Tamil, promising to be back in a few minutes for his surprise. Vamai happily agreed to stay with Neteyam as they waited. The boy groaned at her persistence in keeping his eyes closed. He hissed and tried to shrug her off as her small hands cupped around his eyes, but to no avail.

“Vamai, quit it. I’ll keep them closed, I promise.” Neteyam shifted between his feet, fighting every urge that told him to peek. Vamai was giggling, forcefully positioning him into the right spot to stand. Her giddy did little to put the boy at ease, wondering what sort of mischief the group had cooked up behind his back. For all he knew, it could be Kxolo served on a silver plate and the girl would be ecstatic to aid in his embarrassment.

“As my friend, I do feel like you have some obligation to warn me if this little surprise is my demise.” His ears twitched, picking up on every noise reverberating. Only Vamai’s pacing footsteps could be heard.

“You and I have very different definitions of friendship duties, Neteyam.” She laughed, shoving his shoulder playfully. With his eyes closed, the push sent the other omega back a few steps blindly trying to regain his footing.

Neteyam’s tail shot up on high alert at the sound of a distant screech. Vamai was quick to palm over his ears in order to dampen the noises.

“Vamai, stop!” He attempted to pry the girl off again but the matter was useless as her hands always returned. Although not able to block every sound, his hearing was muffled enough to be confused as to what was occurring around him.

Once the commotion had settled he felt her fingers leave his ears.

“You can open your eyes now, baby.” Kxolo called a few yards in front of him.

Neteyam wearily peeked them open, braced for any type of scene to unfold before him. His eyes were instantly caught by the swirling colors of brown, green, and blue he could recognize anywhere.

“Surprise!” Kxolo beamed, gesturing to the ikran. The creature immediately went to snap at the hand, causing the alpha to draw back quickly. A loud laugh slipped through Neteyam’s lips as he observed the scene. Over five Na’vi males tried to hold down the restless ikran.

“Azer!” Neteyam bounded for the ikran that screeched in earnest at the familiar na’vi.

The mighty creature instantly calmed as Neteyam ran his hand along Azer’s head and neck. Kxolo watched from the sidelines proudly as he observed the boy’s tearful eyes and wide grin. He watched the way Neteyam calmed the ikran with such gentleness and intimacy, it was obvious the two knew each other well. Even Tamil let a small smile form, seeing Neteyam so ecstatic.

“But how did you…and when..” The omega sputtered out, only barely glancing up from Azer occasionally. Kxolo motioned for the others to be dismissed before hesitantly walking toward the ikran and omega. Azer watched the male cautiously with keen precision. Kxolo was careful to not make any sudden movements.

“I guess you could say your dad and I came to some kind of agreement.” Neteyam’s head snapped up at the comment with furrowed eyebrows.

“And what agreement would that be?”

“That we both want you to be happy.” Kxolo stated simply. The Sully boy scrunched his nose back at the male, unconvinced.

“Oh really? It was that simple.” His tone dripped in sarcasm. Neteyam had to pull Azer’s head back from trying to snap at the alpha again. Finally going around the ikran’s head, Kxolo was able to face Neteyam properly.

“Simple is not how I would describe it, but I can be very persuasive as you know.” Neteyam rolled his eyes at the wink Kxolo sent him. Crossing his arms, the taller male continued. “Obviously relations between Toruk Makto and I are…strained to say the least. However, he did not do this for me. He did it for you. We both figured you deserve to have a friend from home with you.”

“Oh.” It was all Neteyam could get out as a large lump began to form in his throat. Tears strained against the back of his eyes, but he fought them off, trying to look past the male’s broad shoulder instead of at his eyes. He subconsciously laid his head against Azer’s, taking in the information.

“Well I uh don’t know what to say…t-thank you.” Neteyam felt foolish and ungrateful letting out that excuse of a thank you, but it was all he could get out without giving away his surging emotions.

“Of course. Anything to see you smile.” Neteyam's eyes finally locked on the male’s face to find a warm smile overtaking his countenance. There was something so sincere in that gaze, Neteyam couldn’t look away.

It felt naive and wrong to admit, but for the first time, Neteyam believed him. He considered the idea that perhaps in his own way, Kxolo truly did want to make him happy. His heart beat heavily in his chest at the thought. Neteyam couldn’t tell if the soothing circles he ran along Azer’s skin were meant to calm the ikran or himself.

The omega softly shook his head as if to shake the train of thought out too.

“I guess I know now why there were so many messages being sent back and forth.” Neteyam weakly laughed.

“True, a great deal of them have been to arrange this. Now you see why I break my back to keep you out of those meetings.” Kxolo teased, affectionately brushing his knuckles along the boy’s cheek. He admired the way it lightly dusted pink at the action.

Azer made another pass at the male, Kxolo flinching out of the way just in time. Neteyam was quick to calm him down with soothing strokes and coos.

“I don’t think he likes me very much.” Kxolo chuckled deeply.

“Well Azer is very sensitive. He doesn’t like to be touched by strangers, it frightens him.” The ikran finally tore its predatory glare from the Olo’eyktan to focus on Neteyam.

“An understatement if you ask me. He fought tooth and nail the entire way from the Hallelujah mountains. Your mother was the only one he took kindly to.” Kxolo instantly felt a pang of regret as Neteyam’s doe eyes looked up at him with a glimmer of hope. Silence was all it took for the omega to realize it was falsely fortified. Taking in a deep breath he turned back to the Olo’eyktan.

“Let me guess, there are rules.” Neteyam strained his voice deeper in an attempt to imitate the Olo’eyktan.

“A month here and that is the best you can do? That was weak, little one.” Kxolo mocked, crossing his arms over his chest. Neteyam felt the immature urge to stick his tongue out at the alpha in response but figured it would only result in being teased more. “But since you bring it up, yes there will be some rules.”

“Naturally, since I know how much you enjoy establishing them.” Neteyam teased but a sudden nervousness made him switch back to focusing on Azer, in fear of maybe pushing the alpha too hard.

“What I enjoy is not having to chase after your ass through the forest so you don’t hurt yourself.” The tone was still light and teasing as Kxolo raised an eyebrow but there was a hidden sternness to it. An unspoken message that the only danger in Neteyam running away was not him actually escaping but rather hurting himself in the process of trying.

“For now I only want you flying when I am with you. And I need you to let me lead the way. I don’t want you getting lost again.” Neteyam suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at the male. He was certain he would have never gotten lost if he had an aerial view from his ikran the whole time.

“Is that it?” He questioned, trying to keep the annoyance from slipping into his tone.

“Stay close. Wander off and I’ll have you back in thirty seconds.” Kxolo promised, sending him another wink.

“I’d like to see you try.” Neteyam murmured under his breath once Kxolo’s back was turned. Whether or not the alpha heard the remark, he didn’t say anything.

A distinct yipping sound echoed across the trees as Kxolo called for his own ikran. Within seconds a creature with mighty wings adorned in mixtures of yellow and blue was swooping down towards them. Azer hissed at the ikran Kxolo was calming while backing away from the pair. Neteyam did his best to keep him placid with reassuring pets and sounds.

“You’ve met Eyvu before, although not officially.” Kxolo gestured to the female ikran eating the fruit from his hand, unbothered by Azer’s show of aggression. “I have the rest of the day blocked off so, it's just you and me baby boy.”

“Where are we going?” Neteyam watched the edges of the alpha’s lips turn up slightly in an effort to suppress a grin. He shifted back and forth between his feet once again cautious of the plans Kxolo could have made for the two of them.

“That is for me to know and you to find out.” Without waiting for a response, the Olo’eyktan turned to grab several items from the large satchel attached to Eyvu. Neteyam instantly recognized his battle band in one of the male’s hands.

The omega rolled his eyes as Kxolo insisted on fitting the band around the boy’s waist himself, another excuse to fondle him. Regardless, his body perked up at the touch, leaning into every swipe or drag of the fingers against his torso.

Kxolo gave a crooked smile while showing Neteyam’s rider's mask pinched between his thumb and finger. Neteyam didn’t protest when the male carefully settled it around his head and forehead, shifting it back and forth until it was in place perfectly.

Instead of falling away, Kxolo’s hands settled themselves on each side of Neteyam’s face. Thumbs running along the boy’s cheek bones, Kxolo leaned in slowly till their noses nudged against one another. The air left Neteyam’s chest as he was pulled into a deep kiss.

A shiver from his head to toes rushed through his body, prompting the omega to rise on the balls of his feet in order to reach the male easier. His hands naturally found their way to Kxolo’s shoulders, savoring the feel of the muscular expanse of the muscles and smooth azure skin against his fingertips. Their tongues swirled lazily, only occasionally breaking away for small spurts of air. The feeling of warm large hands encompassing his head as Kxolo maneuvered it in whatever direction, sparked a warmth in his stomach that couldn’t be explained.

Neteyam gasped for air once they pulled away, faces still only inches apart. A delicate kiss was placed atop the boy’s nose, causing his eyelashes to flutter close momentarily. A loose free smile graced Kxolo’s lips. That touch of sincere happiness was back in those golden orbs, almost childlike. Neteyam marveled at the contrast it was to the mighty Olo’eyktan role Kxolo usually maintained.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. You just looked too beautiful.” The air was caught in Neteyam’s throat as his brain went blank, looking for a response. There was not much time for one to be given as one last kiss was pecked onto his cheek before the towering male was turning around and heading back to the other ikran.

He shifted the mask idly, looking for something to do with his hands. It wasn’t until Azer had nudged his shoulder that Neteyam remembered what they were there for and finally connected the tsaheylu. A heavy sigh worked its way through his body as he was once again able to feel every pulse and heartbeat of his friend. Their breathing synced into a slow hum that was bubbling with strength and excitement. The omega could tell that Azer knew they were about to fly together again.

Boarding Azer again felt as natural as breathing, but as they took off, he could feel the extra strain in his muscles. His thighs tensed and shook from not being in proper use for so long, but Neteyam diligently shifted and clung until he was appropriately in position to ride properly.

The wind picked and crashed into his face as they raced upwards and out of the treeline after the ikran ahead. His stomach lurched at the dramatic pull of gravity from their vertical ascend against it. It wasn’t until they had leveled out once more that Neteyam was able to focus on anything besides clinging to the creature.

For the first time in weeks the horizon was in clear view. The endless blur of orange and yellow scraped across in the distance, another reminder of how infinite the world could be. Gliding through the open air, Neteyam could hardly breath, taking in the vastness of skyscraping trees intertwined that flowed into bodies of water rushing into one another. Ikrans decorated the skies in clusters as they freely danced through the empty space.

It was like seeing it for the first time.

Although more harsh and unyielding at the speed, Neteyam swore the air felt crystalline pure in comparison. His lungs filled deeply, basking in the smell of pine and sunshine. Panning the distance, Neteyam caught sight of Kxolo watching him from the right. He had forgotten the alpha was even there, but the older male was content to patiently glide beside as Neteyam had his moment.

“Follow me.” He called before banking to the right. Neteyam shifted his grip on Azer before swinging them in the direction of his mate.

It only took a few minutes of following the alpha calmly for Neteyam to feel Azer’s impatience at the speed. They both yearned for sharper turns, fast uptakes, and winding paths that would leave one's head spinning.

Neteyam swirled them into an aerial spin, hands holding on for dear life as toes gripped the ends of the saddle. Adrenaline mixed with pure ecstasy raced through his veins with every twist. A scream ripped its way through his throat as they continued their way through the air, completely weightless.

A sharp cry to their left startled Neteyam into finally looking over and seeing Kxolo bumping alongside them. Azer let out an aggressive cry, going to snap at the other ikran but Neteyam swiftly swerved them away in time. Kxolo burst into a laugh before jetting down into a spiral descent.

Neteyam followed without hesitation. The speed along with the spinning made it near impossible to tell when the world was right side up. Only streaks of color could be interpreted as they continued to cut down through the air at great speeds. The omega could hear the alpha’s own cries and yips of glee beside them.

Neteyam and Kxolo leisurely took the path towards their destination, oftentimes going off to explore certain parts of the forest unseen to Neteyam or race each other to designated tree lines. The omega’s heart soared at the taste of true freedom.

He would no longer be prisoned to the grounds covered by trees that dwarfed him and blocked the sunrise. Neteyam didn’t realize how much he truly yearned for flying until it had been taken away. It reminded him of the first time he rode Azer after completing his iknimaya. Their first ride together was clumsy and uncoordinated but nothing could beat the awe and rush of adrenaline that came from swimming through the clouds. He was invincible. The world was below him and Neteyam lived among the stars.

His body became quicker to respond to the changing sharp angles and turns as he clung to the ikran. The glides became smoother as the muscle memory snapped into place and Neteyam was able to chase the horizon without a single thought. Azer and Neteyam moved as one, inseparable in body and mind.

“Keep up, little one.” Kxolo yelled over his shoulder teasingly. The alpha swerved to glide behind the backside of the roaring waterfall with ease. Neteyam struggled slightly to get them into position to do the same but found his way nonetheless. He couldn’t keep the grin from his face and laugh from lips as the thundering water crashed close enough to mist their bodies completely.

Any sense of time slipped between Neteyam’s fingertips as the pair continued to ride till his thighs were on fire. At some point the omega knew they were flying in circles, putting off reaching their final destination, but he couldn’t care less. It was the most he had felt like himself since arriving to the clan.

When they finally perched along a cliffside covered in thick grass and small budding flowers, Neteyam’s legs wobbled beneath him as he dismounted. He brushed along the ikran’s neck, calming the exhausted animal down before going to stretch his own limbs out. Every part of his body ached from holding the crouched position over Azer but the pain was welcomed with the knowledge that it had come from doing something he loved.

“I thought I lost you there for a minute.” Kxolo called while taking out a blanket from the pack on Eyvu. Neteyam rolled his eyes and snorted at the teasing.

“As if. I was riding your ass the whole time. If I weren’t rusty from my month hiatus we would have been a speck in the horizon to you.” Neteyam pushed the mask off of his head to see the alpha’s expression better. An amused demeanor was all he found as Kxolo finished laying the blanket out and sauntered over to the smaller male.

“Hmm arrogance suits you well, my love.” As usual, Kxolo took liberties in invading Neteyam’s personal space at the first chance possible. “And so does flying. You were beautiful out there.”

Large hands casually grasped at Neteyam’s hips, bringing him in closer.

“You weren’t too bad yourself.” The omega muttered, unsure of where to rest his hands at such close proximity. He flinched as small circles were traced over the matching hickeys on his hips.

“Generous of you.” The older male chuckled before intertwining their fingers and pulled Neteyam towards the laid out blanket. Neteyam sat obediently as he watched Kxolo carry over an arrangement of carefully packed fruits, berries, nuts, and dried meat.

The alpha confidently settled himself behind Neteyam with a leg on either side of the boy. He didn’t question the older male when he removed both of their battled bands and placed them to the side. The intimate position had the omega squirming slightly but when one large hand gently pushed against his chest to urge him to lean back, Neteyam caught a whiff of Kxolo’s overpowering scent and every muscle in his body relaxed. He could no longer remember why he would want to move in the first place as his omega hindbrain sang praises of approval and relief at the feeling of the alpha cuddling him close.

Neteyam obediently opened his mouth as different pieces of fruit were hand fed to him. His mind was already drifting off into its own world, too tired to care or even notice the intimate act. His eyes lazily followed the soaring patterns created by wild ikrans drifting through the clouds. The omega basked in the silence and reprieve the lookout point brought.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?” Kxolo asked, putting another piece of fruit in front of the boy’s lips. Neteyam quietly chewed, trying to think of some response.

“Did you see my family when you picked up Azer?”

“Pulo led a small group to meet them and bring him over last night. I was a little preoccupied.” He could feel the male's lips pulled into a smirk as they leaned down to brush against his cheek. “That reminds me,” Kxolo shuffled behind him, pulling a few small objects out of the satchel. Neteyam turned around to face the alpha, sitting on his knees.

“These are for you.” Placed in his hands were colorful bracelets of different patterns and designs. He ran the beads between his fingers, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “I’m told they are from one of your sisters.”

Neteyam perked up, remembering the bracelets that his parents had mentioned Tuk making for him.

“Tuk was there?” He began to more closely observe each and every bracelet, impressed by the complexity and clean construction his youngest sister was able to execute.

“She was there alright and according to Pulo, the most intimidating child he had ever met. She made him promise to get these delivered to you in one piece followed by some very creative threats.” Neteyam laughed loudly at the mental image of tiny Tuk pointing her finger angrily while growling out demands and threats at the grown alpha. He couldn’t help but be proud of his sister’s passion.

“That sounds like her.” His grin spread from ear to ear as he continued to admire the bracelets, unaware of Kxolo fondly watching him. “She gets very serious about her projects. I almost lost my title of favorite brother to Lo’ak once because I accidentally snapped one of her necklaces.I had to give her rides on Azer for a whole week to make it up to her.” He chuckled.

“I’m sure that secured your title permanently.” Kxolo listened intently, happy to hear the boy babble about his family. Truly just content to hear Neteyam talk about anything that brought him joy.

“Well that’s not even half the stuff Tuk has dragged me into. Last year she became obsessed with the idea of princesses. They’re a Sky People thing, like a Tsahik in rank I guess but they just dance in these giant dresses with sparkly hats on their heads.”

Wrinkles formed between Kxolo’s eyebrows as he tried to understand the weird Sky People custom Neteyam described. The omega gave a small laugh at his expression, waving his hand to show the definition didn’t really matter.

“Anyways, she spent weeks creating these makeshift tiaras, the sparkly hats, out of twigs, beads, shells, anything she could get her hands on. Dragged Kiri, Lo’ak and I into having a tea party. It’s just sitting around drinking stuff with these ridiculous head pieces on. Lo’ak found some lame excuse to bail and Kiri was called to the healer’s tent so I was the only one left to be tormented by her for three long hours.” He secured an orange and purple bracelet around one wrist while continuing. Kxolo held in a coo at the idea of sweet patient Neteyam grumbling with a cup in hand and sparkly headpiece on for hours in order to entertain the girl.

“Unfortunately, a few of the other warriors walked by during this escapade. Tuk was more than happy to explain what we were doing and for months I had the nickname ‘Princess Neteyam’. It took Lo’ak punching one alpha in the nose after using it for the trend to finally die off.” Finally finishing the story, Neteyam’s cheeks started to burn red as he realized how much rambling he had done to the alpha, and with an embarrassing story nonetheless.

“She is lucky to have such a caring older brother like you, sweet one.” Kxolo purred, thumbing at the ebbing red spreading across the boy’s cheek bones.

“I don’t know why I told you all that.” His eyes averted from the Olo’eyktan’s gaze down to the remaining bracelets still in his lap.

“I like your stories, baby.” Kxolo assured. “Were you teased often by other warriors?” Neteyam knew that the older male was really asking about alphas in particular. He knew better than to let Kxolo in on all the courting, teasing, and flirting he had endured from other alphas in the clan. Yet somehow, the words slipped out.

“Well being a male omega always comes with a certain amount of unwanted attention.” Something dark flickered in the Olo’eyktan’s eyes. Neteyam mentally cursed at himself, trying to figure out why he had said anything at all when he knew it was a bad idea.

“Like what?” Kxolo maintained his casual posture and nonchalant voice, but that hard steel in his eyes did not vanish and Neteyam knew he had stepped into dangerous territory. Alphas were known to be territorial and possessive, something Kxolo had already established several times in their relationship. The last thing he needed was for the Olo’eyktan to hunt down the silly boys that had chased him back home. Lo’ak had already done too much of that for Neteyam’s liking.

“Oh it’s nothing. Yum fish, did you want some?” Neteyam reached for the small basket of fish, desperately trying to steer the conversation in a different direction.

“Neteyam.” Kxolo drawled. Intense eyes bore into the side of Neteyam’s skull as he fiddled with the fish.

“You know I caught a fish just like this when I was little. It was pretty impressive for an eight year old.” His mind scrambled for any information that could permanently keep them off the topic of persistent alphas.

“You didn’t answer my question, little one.” The words were on the verge of a deep growl and Neteyam’s heart rate sped up at the tone. A sudden urge to tell the alpha everything bubbled to the surface but the omega swallowed it down.

“Sure I did. Yovo?” Neteyam held out the purple fruit in offering. Kxolo slowly grabbed the fruit from his grasp and laid it to the side, eyes never leaving the omega before him.

“Is there something you don’t want to tell me, little one?” Finally making eye contact with those golden orbs, Neteyam found it nearly impossible not to say something in response.

“It really is nothing. Just a few silly alphas that had a hard time taking no for an answer. Had to get a little creative in shaking them off, but it was fine. My dad and Lo’ak were pretty stern with some of them.” The confession spilled out messily, almost against his will, but Neteyam did his best to remain aloof, picking at the fish in front of him.

The pheromones drifting from the alpha were slowly shifting into ones of lethal anger, so Neteyam decided to try a new strategy. Shuffling on his knees, the boy hesitantly straddled one of Kxolo’s outstretched thighs. He did his best to flutter his lashes innocently at the male while holding up a piece of yovo in front of Kxolo’s lips. Sharp eyes watched the boy warily.

“Here, I’ll feed you.” His lips cracked into a nervous smile.

Long fingers wrapped around his small wrist, lowering it from the Olo’eyktan’s lips.

“Shake them how?” Kxolo’s jaw clenched, as the intoxicating pheromones rolled off of him in waves towards Neteyam. The boy bit his lip to stop himself from continuing on and making things worse, but there was a little voice in the back of his head that was getting progressively louder. A voice that begged for him to tell the alpha what he wanted to know. To give in and spill any and every secret he ever had.

“Just some silly ways I got some of them to stop following me around after asking didn’t work.”

“So they stalked you.” Neteyam’s chest tightened at the rumbling voice.

“Well I wouldn’t call it that necessa-”

“Did they touch you?” A fire seethed in those golden eyes and Neteyam felt drunk off of the possessive tone that fell over him. It took serious effort to not present his neck to Kxolo submissively.

“N-no not really. I don’t see why you care so much anyways.” Neteyam knew it was the wrong thing to say the second the words left his mouth.

An arm of iron steel wrapped around the omega’s back, pulling him further up Kxolo’s thigh until they were chest to chest. Neteyam whimpered at the friction of the movement, the coil of arousal already forming. His chin was pinched tightly between the alpha’s thumb and finger, forcing the nervous omega to maintain eye contact.

A looming intensity settled over Kxolo’s features, a burning fire that could not be tamed. The musky scent encasing Neteyam’s senses had his head spinning, staring dumbly up at the male. The boy’s fingers gripped at the beads adorning the alpha’s neck, looking for something to grasp on to.

“I care because you are my omega, my mate. And it is my job as your alpha to protect you. Nobody touches what is mine.” The deep rumble of assertions were laced with dark threads of promises. Promises to own. Promises to protect. Promises to kill threats, if necessary.

Shaky breaths slipped through Neteyam’s lips. His thoughts felt like a tangled mess of string, with no beginning or end, no sense in any of it. All that he could focus on was the pure power and dominance radiating from the alpha, his alpha.

“I am always going to look after you, baby boy. I take my responsibilities very seriously and you are my utmost priority.” Neteyam preened at the affirmations. His fingers happily slipped behind Kxolo’s heads to begin playing with the braids happily. He caught the corner of the Olo’eyktan’s lips twitching upwards almost into a smile before disappearing.

“Neteyam,” The omega’s eyes snapped back into focus from their wandering along Kxolo’s broad shoulders. “If anyone ever touches you or makes you feel uncomfortable in any way, I need you to come directly to me. You tell me what happened, and I will take care of it.” An ominous ambiguity lay around the definition of taking care of it, but Neteyam didn’t dwell on it. “Can you promise me that, baby?”

The back of Kxolo’s knuckles tenderly traced his cheekbones. Shivers traveled down Neteyam’s spine as he nodded.

“Use your words, baby boy.” He commanded gently.

“I promise.” Neteyam whispered, causing a grin to slowly return to Kxolo’s face.

“Good boy.” He praised the omega. Neteyam held in a whimper at the words as slick began to leak out onto Kxolo’s thigh.

A strong grip around the back of his neck pulled the boy into a slow heated kiss. His fingers held onto the braids for dear life as his hips accidentally rutted against the Olo’eyktan’s thigh again. His head was already starting to turn fuzzy but Neteyam knew there was one thing he had to do before losing himself to the pleasure. Kxolo let out an unsatisfied grunt when Neteyam pulled himself out of the kiss with some force. The grip remained but the alpha didn’t try to pull him back in.

“Kxolo?” He hesitantly whispered.

“Yes baby?” Kxolo watched the boy’s expression vigilantly.

“L-last night when we were…together,” Neteyam gulped, willing himself to spit the words out he had been holding in all day. “Why didn’t you take my virginity?” Kxolo repositioned his hand from Neteyam’s neck to instead run soothing strokes through the boy’s braids.

“Take,” He hummed. “Precisely because of that. I don’t want to take your virginity, Neteyam. I wait for the day that you give it to me. Last night you were in no position to do so, completely overtaken by your desire. I wasn’t about to do something that would have you singing praises one night and hating me the next.”

The explanation made sense, was even thoughtful, but a part of Neteyam’s heart sank. He knew convincing the other male wasn’t going to be easy, but the boy knew what he wanted. He knew what he needed, what he thought of every night he closed his eyes to sleep.

“I’m giving it to you now.” There was a silence as Kxolo’s eyes closed and he took a deep breath. Neteyam recognized it as the same expression his father wore when trying to hold his temper back, praying to Eywa for strength, but Kxolo was praying to control something else.

“It is a dangerous thing to tease me, baby boy.” Neteyam was instantly shaking his head, shuffling further up the alpha’s thigh.

“I’m not.” Kxolo’s jaw clenched at the words, eyes roaming up and down Neteyam’s form slowly.

“I only have so much self control, Neteyam. Do not say this to me, unless you are committed to following through. I will not wake up to a bratty omega that regrets giving in. Do you understand?” The coil wound tighter and tighter in Neteyam’s core at the words. He knew then more than ever that he wanted the male. He wanted to give everything over to the Olo’eyktan till all of his worries were illegible words drifting at the back of his mind.

“I know what I’m saying.” Neteyam smoothed his fingers along the expanse of Kxolo’s shoulders, relishing the dip and curve of the strong muscles. “I’ve wanted you, needed you, for a long time.” He laid opened mouthed kisses along the older male’s neck, avoiding the thick beaded choker. “It’s the only thing that runs through my head at night when you're pressed up against me, or when I wake up and I’m drowned in your scent.” He squeaked as the arm around his back yanked him up against the alpha till they were chest to chest. “Please help me, alpha.”

Kxolo gently shifted his hand to encase Neteyam’s neck, forcing the boy to look upwards at him. The other hand went to claw and squeeze at the boy’s ass mercilessly. More slick was released and Neteyam was suddenly desperate for the friction against Kxolo’s thigh. Despite this, he didn’t move, didn’t dare breathe. He was pinned by the dilated pupils staring back at him, swimming with primal desire.

“If you want this, you are going to promise me something, baby boy.”

“Anything.” he breathed.

“Promise me that tomorrow when your head is out of the clouds and you remember what we have done, you will not be upset with me. Promise me that this is more than just your hormones talking.” Dull fingernails dug into Neteyam’s plush ass cheek and he whimpered at the sensation.

“I promise, Kxolo.” The crooked smile that slowly seeped its way across Kxolo’s face had Neteyam shifting uncomfortably under his loincloth. Anticipation was steadily creeping in the pit of his stomach.

The hand around his neck dragged down the boy’s torso, never missing a chance to land a quick flick against a nipple until it circled around to his back and gripped the other cheek. Neteyam let out pitiful little whimpers as Kxolo palmed both cheeks and spread them apart slowly. Despite the bands still securing his loincloth in place, Neteyam could feel the soft breeze against his wet hole. He had never felt so vulnerable and naked, and yet never more aroused.

Hot breath tickled his ear as the alpha leaned in close to it.

“Are you ready to be mine, baby boy?” Neteyam’s own fingernails dug slightly into those broad shoulders as the familiar haze began to overtake his train of thought.

“Yes daddy!” He cried out as one finger skated against his rim.

“You have all the right answers today, don’t you?” Kxolo chuckled. One hand on the boy’s hip and the other still digging into one cheek, Kxolo began to move Neteyam back and forth across his thigh.

The friction was sweet torture as his stiff cock dragged along the smooth skin. Kxolo’s hands pressed him down harder, insisting on Neteyam letting his whole body weight be pressed down against his stripped thigh. The omega yearned to remove the piece of fabric separating his cock from the flexing muscles. Neteyam’s whimpers into the crook of Kxolo’s neck finally caught the male’s attention.

“Don’t pout, pretty thing. Daddy’s trying to get you ready for him.” He smirked at Neteyam’s increasing ruts against his thigh, aching for any type of pressure. His smile, however, dropped when the omega halted the movement to reach for his loincloth and begin taking it off. “Nuh-uh baby boy, not yet.” He demanded.

Neteyam sent pleading eyes at the male, but obeyed anyways. He rutted against the exposed thigh until there was leaking precum staining his loincloth. No matter how hard he tried to buck or how many different patterns he tried, it was never enough to get him close to the edge, only enough sensation to have him aching for more focused attention.

The omega tried to distract himself by laying kisses along the column of Kxolo’s throat, progressively getting more annoyed at the beads blocking his path. The distraction was only effective for so long as Neteyam could already feel the cut of the woven blanket into his knees as he rocked himself back and forth.

“Daddy please! I need more, need you closer!” Neteyam could practically feel the waves of approval in the pheromones that drifted from the alpha. Before he could ask again he was pushed flat on his back with Kxolo watching on his knees from the side.

Neteyam reached a hand for the male, but was shushed gently as he repositioned himself to straddle the omega’s knees. Seeking some sort of contact, Neteyam was finally able to locate a hand and intertwine their fingers together. His tail wrapped around the forearm too for good measure.

Devious eyes peered up at Neteyam as Kxolo bent down towards his clothed crotch. The omega was unable to look away as the Olo’eyktan placed an intentional kiss on top of his bulge, then licking over the precum spot darkening the loincloth. Neteyam could feel himself getting more and more anxious as he was teased relentlessly.

Kxolo swiftly moved his head along the top of the loincloth until reaching one of the straps holding it on. He stared back at the whimpering omega with glee as he carefully used his teeth to latch onto the strap. Using that grip, he tugged it slowly down Neteyam’s leg, loincloth following reluctantly in the process. Goosebumps bloomed across the azure skin as the sharp edges of Kxolo’s teeth grazed his limb consequently.

Halfway down the boy’s thigh, Kxolo grinned slightly as the hard little cock slapped against Neteyam’s stomach. When he had finally managed to get the fabric down to the boy’s ankles and off, Neteyam was panting heavily and squeezing his hand till there was little circulation.

He ran the side of one finger up the length of Neteyam’s cock, lightly swirling around the head once reaching the top. It twitched and leaked shamelessly as Kxolo teased along it with feather light touches.

“Don’t be mean.” Neteyam complained, hips shuffling to escape the teasing.

“Am I not allowed to admire my omega’s little cock?” Kxolo mocked. Neteyam let out another loud groan as the alpha swiped his thumb over the head harshly with a squeeze. “So pretty.” He cooed.

Watching from lidded eyes, Neteyam drank in the sight of Kxolo hungrily. A white heat ran through his veins, screaming at the omega to fulfill every dirty desire. His heart rate sped up as he remembered what it felt like to trace along the lines and curves of the larger male’s torso. He began to salivate at the idea of following them with his tongue instead.

Tired of speculating, Neteyam quickly pushed himself up until he was back to straddling Kxolo. Their lips attached automatically as the Olo’eyktan gripped the smaller body against his forcefully. The kiss quickly turned into a mess of tongue and teeth. Neteyam’s own canines scraped along Kxolo’s bottom lip. The licks and kisses began to trail away from the alpha’s lips and towards the male’s right ear. He ran his tongue down the side of Kxolo’s neck, alternating with wet kisses. The scent was intoxicating, pushing Neteyam to travel further and further down the expanse of skin.

Kxolo watched in pleasure and amusement as Neteyam separated them enough to duck his head down to the male’s chest. Small hands fervently danced across the male’s lower abs and sides. Tongue and teeth scraped along his pecs before settling against a spot next to Kxolo’s collarbone. Lust filled eyes twitched upwards at Kxolo before Neteyam latched onto the spot.

A small groan left the alpha’s throat in surprise. Neteyam sucked the patch of skin zealously trying to leave a hickey. A primal urge to mark the alpha as his own just like he had done for him.

“There you go, baby boy. Such a good boy marking your alpha.” Kxolo growled at the slight pain radiating from the spot.

Neteyam pulled off with a messy smile, fingertips running along the small mark already forming. The heat inside of him burned brighter at the praises that so easily fell from the Olo’eyktan’s lips. Hastily placed kisses ran down Kxolo’s chest and abs in celebration.

Kxolo massaged and dug into the curve of Neteyam’s ass, letting the boy explore and mouth at his body freely. He allowed himself to bask in the feeling of the inexperienced tongue and fingers desperately searching him. His cock was already on the verge of bursting out of his loincloth, but Kxolo yearned to slow down time as much as possible. He was in no rush to subdue Neteyam’s oral fixation.

Sharp tugs to his loincloth snapped Kxolo out of his blissful trance. He fought back a laugh as he watched Neteyam angrily yank at the straps, unable to pull it off with Kxolo sitting down. He watched the omega’s frustrated expression with pinched eyebrows and lips formed into an adorable pout. It wasn’t until Neteyam refocused that expression up at the alpha that he decided to have mercy on the boy and remove his loincloth for him.

Kxolo jolted drastically as warm lips wrapped around his cock within seconds of the cloth falling away. He watched in awe as Neteyam intently tried to fit the large member into his mouth, whining when he was only able to fit it halfway down. The sound sent vibrations through his cock that had him twitching and groaning in delight.

Animalistic desires surged through Kxolo’s thoughts at the sight. His pretty little omega, desperately sucking at his cock, poor little thing barely able to handle it but gagging earnestly on it anyways. An oral fixation indeed.

“Missed me that much, huh?” He breathlessly laughed. He fought back the urge to buck into Neteyam’s warm mouth, but as the suckling and gagging continued, it became progressively more difficult to hold back.

Trails of saliva coated the corners of Neteyam’s outstretched lips. His eyes were glossy but determined as they went back and forth between focusing, squeezing shut in frustration and blinking up at Kxolo. His lower abs tightened in anticipation of the impending orgasm coming his way. There was only so much self control he had left before his instincts would take over.

“Keep going like that and you’ll have me cuming down your throat.” Kxolo warned.

To his surprise, Neteyam moaned sweetly at the words. Looking down at those eyes it was obvious the boy was somewhere far away, completely lost in the primal desires his omega screamed for. It was Kxolo’s last tipping point.

“You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck his cum down your throat?” Neteyam did his best to nod without letting the cock fall out of his aching mouth.

Kxolo used both hands to gather Neteyam’s braids and cue into a makeshift ponytail. He swirled it around one wrist before gripping the gathered hair tightly. Satisfied with the makeshift handle, he gave the boy one last warning. “Remember what I said about breathing through your nose.”

He guided the boy down his cock before harshly tugging his hair up till Neteyam’s lips were just around his head. This pattern continued, long strokes as the omega became closer and closer to taking in all of his alpha’s cock. The boy would choke and gag as the head and part of the shaft would hit the back of his throat. Despite these struggles he continued to suck and hollow his cheeks in effort to reach his goal.

The pace slowly turned brutal as Kxolo manhandled the boy’s head up and down, chasing his own high. He did his best to check on the boy throughout but there was little need as Neteyam continued to moan and slick could be seen coating the boy’s thighs from where Kxolo sat.

Deep growls and groans filled the air with Neteyam’s wet noises and whimpers. The alpha could feel his high reaching quickly as his cock was squeezed tightly by his mate’s little mouth. The golden eyes blinking back at him in search of approval set him on the edge. It wasn't until a small hand came to fondle his balls that Kxolo lost it.

“Neteyam!” he growled as stars clouded his vision. The omega sputtered and choked at the feeling of warm cum down his throat but this time he didn’t pull off. Kxol drunkenly watched his omega suckle down the sperm.

Finally down from his high, Kxolo released the boy’s hair and gently slid his sensitive cock out of his mouth. Neteyam’s chest rose and fell quickly as he gasped for air. There was an unmistakable smile forming along his panting lips.

“You ok, baby boy?” Face still a mess of spit and dribbling cum, Neteyam pulled them into a passionate kiss. Kxolo laughed between their lips before grabbing him by the waist and deepening it.

“Swear your mouth was made for me, baby. It was made for daddy’s cock wasn’t it?” Neteyam nodded eagerly. His hips began to move against Kxolo’s pelvis seeking friction for his erect cock.

“N-need your cock i-inside daddy!” Neteyam’s voice was barely a raspy moan from the ache in his throat. The sound had the alpha moving into action immediately.

The world spun as Neteyam was pushed back onto the ground with his ankles held together in one hand that pushed them up towards his ears. His hole fluttered against the cool air, wet and desperate for attention. His toes wiggled in anticipation as he strained to see the alpha from the otherside of his upturned legs. A disappointed whine cut off his train of thought at the feeling of a finger being pushed in, instead of what he really wanted.

“Have to stretch you out first, baby. Try to be patient.” Neteyam tried to focus on the soothing rumble in that voice. He could feel himself practically ripping holes into the blanket as he gripped the material with both hands.

Minutes felt like hours as the Olo’eyktan thoroughly added finger after finger, swirling, twisting and scissoring to ensure he was being stretched properly. The pleasure was undeniable but Neteyam couldn’t help but feel as if it was not enough, not when he had been promised to be filled.

Twisting to one way, Neteyam was finally able to catch a glance at the concentrated Olo’eyktan. A prideful smirk made its way across his face as he noticed the alpha was already back to full mass. He bit his lip at the sight.

“What did I say about being patient?” Kxolo raised his eyebrow at the boy.

“I am being patient.” Neteyam innocently whined.

“Then stop,” The three fingers jammed against his g-spot abruptly. “Tempting me with that lip bite.” A silent scream had Neteyam’s mouth wide open as Kxolo continued to massage and rub that special spot. “You know how I feel about that.”

“I’m gonna cum!” Neteyam blurted out.

“Won’t be the last time today.” The promise had Neteyam shaking as the orgasm ripped through him. His stomach became painted in ropes of cum as the fingers continued to ride him through the high. Finally opening his eyes, Neteyam blinked at the mischievous alpha smirking back at him.

“Feeling a little more patient now?”

“Asshole.” Neteyam muttered, earning himself a sharp spank to the ass.

Still sensitive but aching for more, Neteyam’s suspended legs began to tremble as Kxolo pushed his thumb past the rim. Kxolo watched in smug fascination as the tight rim of muscles began to stretch and form around his fingers. He eased the whimpering omega with soft coos and kisses to the bottom of his thighs periodically, promising he would have his cock soon.

Finally when his hole was relaxed enough and Kxolo couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he repositioned Neteyam to get him ready. The boy’s small body was pliant as he parted those legs to place them on either side of him, bent at the knees. His heart warmed at the sight of Neteyam’s tail naturally wrapping itself around Kxolo’s thigh.

“So pretty.” Kxolo murmured with a soft kiss to the winking hole.

“Please please please Kxolo.” Sitting up to face Kxolo, sparkling eyes on the brink of tears blinked back at him. Kxolo’s breath caught at the sight. His pretty Neteyam.

One hand lined up his cock to the entrance while the other pulled the omega into a deep kiss. It was interrupted as the head of his cock just barely breached the ring of muscles. Neteyam sharply took in a breath.

“Relax for me, baby. That’s it. Good boy.” Kxolo tenderly brushed the hair from Neteyam’s sweaty forehead. Inch by inch slowly pushing into the tight heat, it took great effort to keep his own voice even at the sensation. It took every fiber of self control to keep himself from plunging in mercilessly.

His pelvis finally met the curve of Neteyam’s ass. The omega’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, breathing intensifying at the full feeling. It was unlike anything he had felt before. So many nights imagining and yet nothing could prepare him for it. The burning stretch had him caught in a limbo between pleasure and pain.

“Great Mother! You are so tight, Neteyam.” Kxolo growled into the smaller boy’s neck in between kisses. “How’s my baby? You doing alright?”

“So big.” Neteyam cried, shifting slightly on the cock. Kxolo fingers dug into one of the soft thighs, holding himself back from moving.

“I know, baby boy. You are taking Daddy’s cock so well, so tight for me.” The burning slowly began to fade. Neteyam found himself restless, squeezing around the cock in efforts for more.

“Shit, Neteyam! Careful there.”

“Need you to move now!” He whined, bucking his hips back against the alpha’s pelvis. Kxolo let out a string of curses before complying.

He slid out slightly, savoring in the tight walls that held him inside mercilessly. Every drag sent white hot pleasure through the alpha’s veins, barely able to move with the way his omega’s hole hungrily sucked him in. Neteyam on the other hand was already incoherently begging for more, faster, harder, deeper.

“Careful what you wish for.” The alpha growled before pulling completely out and slamming back into the hilt without pause. Neteyam screamed at the sensation. His hands clawed Kxolo’s shoulders to pull himself up.

He repeated the movement again and again until Neteyam was letting out scream and whimpers at every thrust. Kxolo couldn’t keep in his own groans as the tight heat sucked him in effortlessly.

“Yes yes YES!” Neteyam screamed into the male’s shoulder.

“Found it.” Kxol smirked as he teased around that spot with his thrusts, only then to randomly hit against it at full force. The teasing had Neteyam fully shifting himself onto Kxolo’s lap, looking for some sort of control.

“Wanna ride you daddy.” He whimpered. Kxolo lovingly kissed along the boy’s neck, nodding at him to continue. He steadied the hesitant omega with hands to his hips, guiding him up and down.

Neteyam intertwined his fingers through the beaded choker around Kxolo’s neck, using it as a grip. With every thrust, Kxolo found new places to kiss and praise within his reach. Little love bites littered the side of Neteyam’s neck down to his jetting collarbones.

Kxolo took in every sight, touch, and sound and committed it to memory. He reveled in the feeling of Neteyam’s small body finally wrapped in his arms, no space between their bodies, perfectly together in one. He ingrained the sounds of those whimpers into his brain, noticing every hitch of breath or cut up exhale the boy breathed. This was where he belonged. This was where Neteyam was meant to be.

A sharp tug accompanied by a sounding snap brought him back to reality. Beads were falling everywhere between their bodies, his necklace split to one side. A glance to Neteyam’s hands still grasping strings and beads, had the alpha chuckling, realizing he had broken the choker once used as a handle.

“S-sorry.” Neteyam barely got the words out as he struggled to maintain the bouncing motion in pace.

“I think I like it better like this anyways.” He laughed, reassuring his mate. “Why don’t you let me take over, hm?” Neteyam nodded, eyes barely peeking through the lids.

Kxolo pulled out carefully, cooing as Neteyam whimpered at the loss. He flipped the omega over on this stomach with knees underneath him to prop his ass up. He wasted no time in re-entering the boy from behind. Neteyam hiccuped and cried in pleasure as he was filled once more. The new angle had the alpha able to fuck into him deeper than before, reaching the boy’s g spot head on.

“I know baby, I know.” He grunted as Neteyam began to let the tears freely roll down his cheeks. The pleasure was overwhelming, it sucked the very breath from his lungs. A firm hand pressed against his lower back till Neteyam was bowing back into a provocative arch. A warm chuckle had him looking back in confusion at the alpha.

“Maybe I’ll have some yovo after all.” Kxolo teased, gesturing to the purple fruit that rubbed off onto Neteyam’s back from laying down across their picnic spread. Kxolo picked up the pace, jackhammering into the little hole.

The flat of his tongue ran from the base of Neteyam’s spine to the bottom of his upturned ear. He delighted at the shivers and goosebumps that speckled across Neteyam��s skin at the act. He liked his lips and hummed at the sweet taste before repeating the action. Between licking off the fruit juice the Olo’eyktan would look down at where their bodies connected, watching the omega’s ass bounce against his pelvic bone.

“So good so good sogoodsogood.” Neteyam screamed weakly, underneath the larger male. Kxolo continued to sink into the boy harder, shooting for the little spot that made him see stars.

“I know, baby boy. Feels so good. You are being so perfect for me. So fucking beautiful!” The older male growled, rutting his cock faster into the boy’s hole till there were red marks forming along the cheeks where his pelvis was hitting. “Are you gonna cum pretty boy?”

Neteyam nodded hastily against the woven blanket. He reached his hand back blindly searching for contact. Kxolo understood instantly and instead pulled the boy up until his back was flush against the Olo’eyktan’s chest. Neteyam nestled easily into the form with his head thrown back against the older male’s shoulder. The two intertwined hands, laying them across the omega’s bulging stomach.

Neteyam unlatched one hand in order to reach for his own leaking cock. Kxolo quickly slapped the hand away sternly. He went to complain until the Olo’eyktan’s own hand reached around to wrap firmly around his length.

“That’s mine.” The reverberating growl made Neteyam’s toes curl in pleasure.

The brutal pounding from behind and strokes to his cock had the omega shaking from the intense stimulation. He was barely able to tell left from right. Every stroke brought him closer and closer to his release. Barely a breath away from pure ecstasy.

“So beautiful on my cock, Ma Neteyam.” The orgasm ripped through Neteyam fiercely. His hole squeezed harshly around the older male’s cock causing a loud groan to leave his lips. He held the boy, continuing the rhythm, as the omega’s body shook and convulsed.

“Good boy, cuming for daddy.” He purred, hips zealously snapping into him in order to push himself over his own edge. One final squeeze around him had the man growling as his own release spilled into the smaller male’s hole.

“Love you so much, Teyam.” He moaned euphorically.

Neteyam’s muscles felt powerless as he lay there, completely lost in the post orgasm haze. Kxolo continued to affectionately pet the boy’s soft skin, whispering praises into his ear. Eventually, keeping his eyelids open was too much for Neteyam and he drifted seamlessly into a deep slumber.

Neteyam napped for over an hour, head laid happily on Kxolo's lap. The Olo’eyktan was impressed to find the boy stir not even once as he cleaned the cum off of both their bodies with a wet rag. He stroked longer fingers across the boy’s sides sweetly as Neteyam slumbered deeply in the setting sunlight.

When Neteyam finally woke, the two found that he was in no state to ride on his own. The boy could barely walk, let alone crouch over Azer to fly. Instead, he watched as Kxolo packed up their things and then joined him atop of Eyvu. The omega snuggled close into the Olo’eyktan’s large frame, seeking refuge from the cold wind whipping across his skin.

When they finally landed in the village, Azer trailing behind, Vamai was the first to greet them. She ran towards the two dismounting from around the corner. She watched as Neteyam was carefully helped down from the Ikran’s back. Her eyes landed on the broken necklace around her Olo’eyktan’s neck and the two’s messy hair. A knowing smirk stretched across her lips as devious eyes sparkled in the night.

“Welcome back. You two seemed to have a lot of fun.” The Olo’eyktan rolled his eyes at the girl's insinuation. Neteyam was too exhausted to register what she was saying, let alone care what it meant.

“Nice to see you too, Vamai.” Kxolo politely nodded at the omega. Neteyam snuggled against the taller male’s side, daydreaming about their hammock at home.

“Hi Neteyam.” She happily chirped, leaning towards the boy to get his attention. His eyes reluctantly focused on the familiar figure before humming out a ‘hello’. Kxolo cut in before the frolicsome girl could tease his mate anymore.

“Vamai, do me a favor and make sure to let Epok know we made it back safely.” He requested. Vamai raised an eyebrow back at the Olo’eyktan.

“Why me?” Neteyam tuned in to the conversation, sensing the weird atmosphere around it.

“I figured you are going to see him tonight, are you not?” Kxolo fought that smirk tugging at his lips as he watched the girl squirm. “I know how much you two enjoy your time together.”

Vamai’s lips formed into a thin line, trying to keep her composure at being caught. Knowing when to cut her losses, she quickly agreed and scrambled off into the bushes.

“What was that about?” Neteyam questioned. Kxolo finally finished taking the pack off of Eyvu and setting it to the side.

“Time for bed, baby boy.” He simply stated before carrying Neteyam bridal style to their hammock.

“And I found these purple rocks by the lake that are Neteyam’s favorite color! I think I can weave them into a necklace. Kiri said she might know how.” Tuk babbled in excitement while gesturing to her older sister.

Lo’ak rolled his eyes at the display. It bugged him to no end how optimistic Tuk was being about the whole situation. He figured, however, there was nothing more he could expect from a little girl. He could feel his father’s warning glare flash in his direction before returning his focus back onto his youngest daughter.

“I’m sure he would love that, babygirl.” He hummed before handing Neytiri a plate of fish. Tuk smiled softly at her parents' approval as she continued to eat dinner.

“How are you planning on getting it to him? It’s not like that skxawng is letting us visit Neteyam.” Lo’ak gritted through his teeth.

“I already sent five bracelets over, Lo’ak.” Tuk proudly stated, lifting her head high.

“Oh yeah and how do you know they are actually going to give them to him? We have no idea if they are allowing mail to come through.”

“Lo’ak.” Jake growled at his son, but Tuk continued anyway.

“Trust me, that ugly man knows better than to defy me.” There was a devious spark in those eyes that had both parents giving their youngest an inquisitive side eye.

“Don’t get your hopes up.” Lo’ak muttered, once again picking at the fish.

“Lo’ak, that’s enough.” Neytiri hissed, sending him a death glare.

“You’ve been so mean since Neteyam left.” Tuk complained, crossing her arms over her chest. “Nete always played with me-”

“Yeah well I’m not Neteyam!” He bursted out, rising to his feet. “And I have more important things to do than playing mermaids with you.”

“That’s it! Get your ass outside, now.” A deadly fire raged in that tone as Jake pointed at the tent door. Lo’ak happily obliged, not wanting to face Tuk’s hurt expression. He knew the words were out of line, but he could feel the stress getting to him and sometimes it came out in ways that caused collateral damage. He promised himself that he would apologize to her later, maybe find a few of her favorite flowers to smooth things over.

He could feel his father’s heavy footsteps behind him. Once out of hearing range he turned to face the fuming man.

“You need to be careful how you speak to your sister.” Jake crossed his arms, the picture of discipline and structure. He knew that look and figured there was no point in arguing when his father was in that mode.

“I know, I’m sorry sir.” He mumbled with a clenched jaw.

Jake let out a long exhale. His fingers went to pinch at the crease between his eyebrows in stress.

“I know that you miss him, we all do, but right now we need to stick together. We need to be there for one another.” Jake tried his best to let the words come off more gentle and patient. It was times like these that he wondered if it was better to send Neytiri out for this talk instead.

Lo’ak tried to keep a stoic expression as his fist clenched behind his back. How could they stick together when Neteyam was clearly gone. Sullys stick together, but somehow it was ok that Neteyam was left behind? ‘Taken’ Lo’ak reminded himself. That bastard alpha took his brother.

He swallowed down the rage in order to keep his composure. Lo’ak couldn’t have his parents suspecting another attempt. He needed to play his cards carefully, perfectly. Amnu had already agreed to cover for him so that his parents wouldn’t bat an eye at his disappearance tomorrow night. He knew the other alpha agreed partly out of hopes of courting Neteyam when he got back home, but Lo’ak didn’t care if he had to take care of that problem in the future. His first priority had to be bringing Neteyam home.

“Your mother and I are doing everything we can to deal with the situation.” Jake continued.

The equipment was ready and packed. He knew how to attach it to his ikran without weighing her down too much.

“Hell, everyone is doing what they can to figure out how to get him back without a war.”

He knew the way to the other village. Lo’ak had memorized the path Azer and the other ikrans had taken. The Sully boy knew how to recognize an Olo’eyktan’s tent from a regular one. Neteyam was sure to be there.

“But I need you to trust us.” Jake finished. He blinked down at his son, trying to make out whether or not the boy was really listening. “Are we clear on that, Lo’ak?”

“Yes sir.” Lo’ak habitually responded. He schooled his features into one of understanding and patience. Jake seemed happy enough with the response and motioned for them to return to dinner.

Lo’ak let out a quiet sigh.

In a little more than twenty four hours, Neteyam would be home.

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wheneclipsefalls · 2 years ago

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Ma Neteyam pt.3

Part 2 Part 4

Summary: A steaming night with his captor has Neteyam ready to try his luck at escaping.

Warnings: hand jobs, hickeys, smut, begging, kissing, nsfw, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, abo universe, masturbation, swearing

“Neteyam. Time to wake up.” The words floated into his unconscious mind encouraging the omega to start stirring. Every movement brought on a dull ache that could not be ignored. In response the omega stopped his movements and instead cozied further into the warmth below him. “Come now, sweet one. You’ve had enough sleep.” The deep voice purred.

Neteyam loved the vibrations that came below him as the voice spoke. A wave of calm washed over the omega and he couldn’t help but wish to stay in that state forever. That is, until his mind came back into focus and he recalled the night before. Eyes snapped open and his heart dropped as he realized where the warmth was coming from. He was sprawled out messily across the alpha, with one leg thrown across his hip consequently spreading himself wide. He squeaked, trying to push himself off from Kxolo.

“Woah, hey there it’s alright baby.” The taller male chuckled while watching Neteyam struggled to throw himself to the other side of the hammock. Neteyam was even further mortified to find not only himself but also Kxolo sticky with the remnants of his own slick. How could this have happened? Why did he agree to doing such things with an alpha? What would his father say if he knew he had not only touched an alpha but had masturbated next to one?

His cheeks stained into a dark purple from the rushing heat. How was he ever going to look at Kxolo again? The alpha in question simply cooed sweet words as he read the anxiety across Neteyam’s face.

“Come Neteyam, it’s alright. I think you just need to clean up a bit before breakfast.” And himself too, considering the stickiness of his legs. “I know the perfect spot, come on.” Neteyam was too embarrassed to refuse the outreached hand or speak as they left the hammock. The pair snuck past the few Na’vi awake as Kxolo grabbed new loincloths and soap for each of them. They however were not so lucky when passing Pulo’s post.

“Good morning, bro-oh.” He cut himself off as caught the sweet scent wafting from the two.

“Shut up and get back to work.” Kxolo growled before taking Neteyam’s arm and hurrying the two along. He would be damned if he let another alpha smell the slick that was only meant for him.

They made it to the lake in a fairly remote spot. Luckily no one had started bathing yet so it was the perfect time to get in and out with some privacy. However, for Neteyam, privacy did not include bathing with Kxolo. He watched nervously as the alpha set down the loincloths and soap aside on a rock near the water. The alpha quickly got to work undoing his battle band and arms bands without hesitation. He looked back to Neteyam in a way that suggested he should do the same. Neteyam stared back with wide eyes.

“I-I can wait.”

“You’ve been sticky all night baby. It’s time you get clean. Besides, I can’t have you running off while I bathe.”

“I am not getting naked in front of you, especially after last night.” Neteyam tried to keep voice firm and strong despite the embarrassment. There was a shift in the alpha’s expression as he tilted his head, staring back at the omega with an eyebrow raised. Suddenly he was stalking quickly towards the Neteyam causing him to shuffle backwards awkwardly.

“Oh really? And what was last night?”

“You-you…you”

“I what? Did I touch you without permission?”

“Well no but-”

“Did I make you touch me?”

“No I guess not-”

“It was in fact you that actually insisted on touching me.” He smirked, closing the final distance between the two. “Then really all that I did last night was offer to help and then respected your wishes when you refused.” Neteyam couldn’t tell why but his cheeks once again became inflamed. The alpha didn’t so much as blink while taking in his expression.

“I do, however, hope you know that there is nothing you need to be ashamed of. Your omega is simply recognizing what it wants, my love.” The lips that brushed his cheek made the omega shiver once more, still extremely sensitive.

“You promise not to look?” Neteyam pointed at the alpha, shooting for an intimidating look.

“If that is what you wish.” With that, the alpha reached for his own loincloth and shoved it nonchalantly to his ankles. Neteyam let out a gasp before slapping a hand over his eyes. The loud laugh that came from Kxolo slowly faded some distance as he waded into the water.

“You can come in now, Neteyam. As promised, my eyes are closed.”

Without giving him time to change his mind, Neteyam rushed to grab the soap, discard his loincloth and practically jumped into the water so he was properly covered. The rest of their bathing session was completed in silence as they both scrubbed the stickiness from their bodies individually with soap. Neteyam refused to once again exit the water until the Alpha had his back turned and eyes closed. Finally clean and decent once more, the two set off for breakfast.

Neteyam wished he had never lied about wanting to join Kxolo on business. He supposed riding with alpha pressed against his back the entire day was his punishment. It took them hours to oversee the new tents being built, the materials being gathered for upcoming celebrations, and talk with what felt like every single family in the village. Along the way, Kxolo would stop to pick up especially beautiful blossoms and present them to Neteyam, in an attempt to be charming, he supposed. However, no flower would make up for the agony of having his back against the alpha’s abs as he tried not to think about how good it felt to trace them the night before. To make matters worse, the motion from riding the direhorse had an incidental effect of brushing the taller Na’vi crotch against Neteyam’s rear over and over and over again.

Luckily, Neteyam was able to keep his composure and part of his dignity as they rode from place to place. He put great effort into maintaining a poker face and even more into preventing his arousal from building. He didn’t have the hormones to excuse himself this time and would be damned if he spent another night like the one before again. He had yet to gain any useful information in the past two days, so really the alpha was an awful distraction.

He spent the evening portion trying to talk Kxolo into letting him out with Vamai again. Something told him she was the only person that would tell things to him straight. Perhaps he could use that to his advantage all the while making his alpha proud for ‘making friends’.

“It’s too late at night my love. I would prefer you stay in the village after eclipse.”Kxolo continued to eat the larvae as he sat with his legs spread comfortably. He didn’t like the way Neteyam had barely touched his dinner.

“You sound like my father.”

“Well then he is a smart man. The forest is no place for omegas alone at night.”

“I’ve lived in these woods for twenty years. I know how to take care of myself.” He once again shoved the plate of food away in annoyance. The alpha leaned closer, setting his elbow on top of his bent knee.

“First of all, you have not spent twenty years in this part of the woods and secondly Vamai herself, who has in fact spent such time, is not allowed out alone after eclipse.”

“That is so ridiculous!”

“Neteyam.” Kxolo warned in a low voice, sending the omega a pointed look. “Don’t push your luck.” The growl sent shivers down Neteyam’s spine. His mind drifted back to what Vamai said about punishment. He didn’t think he could take any more embarrassment in one day.

The next few days flew by for Neteyam. Kxolo was called away for most of them on mysterious business, although he knew it had to be something concerning Neteyam and their mating. They still spent the nights together in the hammock (there was less room than he would have liked in the bed) but the sully boy was not too bothered by the alpha’s absence as it gave him more time to spend with Vamai.

“He looks at me like I’m a piece of meat!” She laughed loudly, shoving Neteyam’s shoulder.

“So I’ll take that as you’re not interested in him, then.”

“When I mate it will be with someone that has more than two brain cells.”

“Or maybe someone who doesn’t give you a curfew.” Her smile faltered a little at the comment.

“Be realistic, Neteyam. Only alphas that don’t care about their omegas are like that.” He snorted, shaking his head at her comment. He thought at least Vamai would agree with him on this matter.

“Plus I hear that you get to be the guest of honor at the next festival. Leynyey has already been working on your outfit for days now.” She could tell she was getting nowhere the way Neteyam’s nose scrunched at the news.

“I have no interest in everyone gawking at me.”

“Well if they did you for sure would make it to second base with Kxolo.” He hissed at her, playfully trying to push the girl back.

“You sxawjn! Why would I want that?” Her giggles only increased as she pushed back against the omega’s hands.

“I saw you and Olo’eyktan rush away from dinner a few nights ago.” She winked before finally managing to stop his attacks.

“That was nothing just-”

“One of those little heats leading up to presenting, I know. Regardless, just be happy you have someone to get you through it.” There was a touch of sadness in those amber eyes. It never occurred to him how hard it must have been for Vamai when she fully presented, all alone. He wanted to ask her more about it or maybe apologize but she was already prancing ahead as if nothing happened.

When they made it back to the village with the beta guards she called back his name once more after they started in different directions. “Oh and Neteyam!”

“Yeah?”

“You really can do so much worse than Kxolo. He is a good guy if you give him a chance.”

“Hold still, little one.” Kxolo spoke sternly, giving his shoulder a small squeeze. He had been re-braiding Neteyam’s hair for over an hour now and the boy was getting restless. He hated the way his body responded to sitting between the alpha’s spread legs as his hair was endlessly fondled. Kxolo on the other hand was extremely patient as he placed bead after bead into the omega’s silky hair. Neteyam always looked so beautiful with the colorful ornaments woven throughout his jet black hair.

“I don’t see why it needed to be redone in the first place.” He grumbled under his breath.

“Oh hush, you can be such a little minx sometimes.” He chuckled before adding another red bead to his hair.

“Am not.”

“Of course you are. Always have a little attitude, determined to do things your way.” His words did not match the fond tone they carried. “That’s one of the many things I love about you.”

There was no good response to that confession. However, Neteyam did not enjoy the alternative as it kept them in silence with a strange tension he could not describe. The squirming increased as he tried to ignore the heat now blooming across his whole face.

“Well I only have an attitude because you push me around all the time.” The sentence was barely more than a mumble as Neteym fiddled with his fingers.

“Push you around, do I?” Kxolo teasingly tugged one of the braids gently. The omega tried to elbow him back in response.

“Yes! You are always telling me what to do and where to go. You are so incredibly bossy.” A firm grip settled itself around a handful of Neteyam’s braid before he felt his head being pulled back. He strained to see the towering alpha now looking down at him smirking.

“Oh baby boy, you have no idea how bossy I can be.” That feline smirk made Neteyam’s stomach do back flips. Sitting there completely under the alpha’s control, held by his hair, a coil of heat started to build once again in his core. He felt like there was a tether holding him to Kxolo, unable to look away and unable to keep his arousal at bay.

Kxolo’s other hand came to rest against Neteyam’s cheek before leaning in till they were nose to nose. The sully boy held his breath, eyes frantically switching back and forth between the Olo’eyktan’s lips and golden orbs. Then there were lips on his and Neteyam dared not to move a muscle. The kiss was loving and slow but the alpha’s lips were unwavering and possessive as they worked Neteyam’s own lips apart.

The omega could barely think as Kxolo’s tongue teased his bottom lip, a silent request to open. He had never kissed anyone before so the whole sensation was so new and exciting but all the while completely out of his comfort zone. Luckily for him, his omega was eager to follow the alpha’s lead, parting his lips on command. Kxolo’s tongue explored leisurely as if they had all the time in the world. He did not let the younger male escape the kiss until he had ended with a sharp nip to the his bottom lip.

Kxolo couldn’t help but admire how pretty Neteyam looked there panting for breath, eyes blown wide. Meanwhile Neteyam struggled to clear his head of the dirty thoughts swarming there. His efforts were pointless when soft lips then came to gently kiss their way down one side of his neck. The hand in his hair was once again used as a leverage point allowing the alpha to turn his head to one side and present his neck.

The pressure, the warmth, the gentle touches, every part of the open mouth kisses made Neteyam’s body spark to life. There was no stopping the breathy little moans that escaped his lips. He wanted more, needed more. As if in response to his silent prayer, Kxolo expert lips started to suck harshly against a spot along the column of his neck. The sensation was a mixture of pain and pleasure that prompted the omega let out a loud whine with his hips arching off the ground. Kxolo didn’t miss a beat as he secured Neteyam’s waist with one arm while continuing the assault on his neck. Sharp fangs came into the mix and Neteyam squealed and attempted to break away. His actions and sounds were ignored, unable to get out of the alpha’s grip. Finally, it seemed Kxolo decided to have mercy on the boy and let go to admire his handy work.

The purple hickey was already starting to form against the boy’s neck. Kxolo smiled as he thought about how easy it would be to leave marks along the rest of the boy’s body. If he was already squirming from a simple hickey on the neck, what would he do with one to his inner thigh. In an attempt to soothe the sting, he licked against the mark, but it only had Neteyam bucking more against his grip.

A breeze danced its way across their bodies and Neteyam was mortified to realize he could smell his own slick. From the raise of the alpha’s eyebrow it was obvious he could smell it too. Things only got worse as his hair was released and he looked down to see a noticeable tent in his loincloth. He subconsciously took his bottom lip between his teeth, a nervous habit he had picked up years ago. He was snapped out of his thoughts by a long thumb pressing on his lip to release it. Their eyes met.

“Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.” He growled.

The air left Neteyam’s body in a silent whine. It was cruel, so incredibly cruel, he thought. The hardness between his legs was getting unbearable and his hole was dripping constantly and the alpha had the nerve to tease him with things he sensibly knew he could not accept but desperately wanted.

The moment crashed into a million pieces with the sound of the dinner horn off in the distance. Surely thinking the alpha would let them be late for once, Neteyam was confused to find the warmth behind him disappear and a hand being offered to him.

“Wh-where are you going?” He questioned but used the hand to get up regardless.

“We are heading to dinner, baby boy. Didn’t you hear the horns?” Kxolo teased with a shit-eating grin. “Unless of course, there is something else you want to do?” He winked devilishly at the stuttering omega.

“Well I uh-” Neteyam mentally slapped himself for failing to form a sentence properly again. “I can’t go to dinner like this.” He forced the words out, hating how embarrassed it made him to admit it. The Olo’eyktan’s gaze dropped to the omega’s loincloth still housing a boner, but it wasn’t till then that Neteyam noticed the alpha was having the same problem. The second he spotted it he tried to look away and not imagine what lay beneath the scrap of fabric.

“Do you want me to do something about it, Neteyam? Are you asking for something?” The cocky alpha smirked while placing his hands on his hips, patiently waiting for his mate’s response.

“What do you mean? No! Of course not! He sputtered out, now tips of his ears following suit with his burning cheeks. “But I just mean that it would be indecent to go… like this.”

“Lucky for us we are next to a cold lake so I figure that we can kill two birds with one stone.” Without waiting for any sign of agreement from Neteyam, Kxolo ran to the lake and waded in as quickly as possible before disappearing underneath the water. Second later the taller male’s head popped up and he gave an inviting wave to the boy. As much as his situation sucked, Neteyam was not a huge fan of the idea of plunging himself into freezing cold water with a hard on.

“Neteyam, come out now or I drag you in myself!”

Not wanting to call him out on a bluff, Neteyam quickly followed orders.

That night Neteyam continued to toss and turn trying to get comfortable in the hammock with the older male. No matter which way he turned or scrunched or twisted there was always some sort of skin to skin contact with Kxolo. It was driving the omega crazy and he worried he had already come too close today to another mini heat so he didn’t want to push his luck.

“Nete,” Kxolo lovingly stroked his cheek. “You alright there, sweet boy?” Neteyam scrunched into a tight ball turning away from the alpha.

“I’m fine.” He bit out.

“Hmm yes I can, tell. Very convincing.” He sarcastically teased while trying to turn the boy to face him. “Why don’t you tell me what is bothering you.” It was not a question but rather an invitation.

“Don’t make me have to pry it out of you.” His arm slinked around the tiny omega, pulling his back flush against his chest. To both of their surprise, the omega’s body instantly relaxed against the larger male. His legs untucked and the tension in his shoulder floated away as he practically melted against the Olo’ekytan. Kxolo couldn’t help the proud smile that spread across his face at the endearing sight. “There you go, lovely. That’s better, just relax.” He cooed while rubbing soothing circles against the omega’s stomach.

Neteyam tried but couldn't find it in himself to care that this was his enemy rubbed up against him. He couldn’t get himself to put the energy forth to fight back against the alpha and consider what he should do in the situation. He was tired, so incredibly tired. Tired of worrying about his family, tired of worrying about escaping, and tired of thinking about the type of person he should be for the sake of the people around him. It had been almost a week away from his family but years that he had been putting this pressure on himself. So for tonight, Neteyam gave himself permission to let it go.

A sleepy sigh left his delicate lips as he laid his head against Kxolo’s muscular arm. The alpha watched fondly as his sleepy eyes started to droop and consequently eyelashes fluttered in an effort to keep them open. He basked in the way Neteyam’s body leaned into every soft touch he gave him, every little movement aimed towards searching the alpha out. His heart swelled at the way the omega allowed himself to be manhandled closer to the alpha until he was completely encompassed in his arms.

“That’s right, baby. I’ve got you.” A small subconscious smile softly graced the Neteyam’s lips as he lay no longer able to keep his eyes open. “I’ve always got you.” The alpha vowed, and he knew he meant it. Nothing could ever take his Neteyam from him. Nothing could hurt the sleeping boy.

“Where is Olo’eyktan?” Pulo demanded hastily of the beta warrior. Neteyem tried to hold in his whine at the sound of so many alphas around him. Regardless, Vamai kept one arm comfortingly around his shoulder as Pulo guided them through the village. The heat had come on only five minutes before while they were exploring one of the larger trees in the forest. He could already tell it was more intense than the past ones and was not bound to go away as quickly.

“He is still out with the hunting party, brother.” Pulo ignored the bewildered look on the warrior’s face.

“Shit!” He huffed turning behind him to check on the omega again. Vamai continued to hush the boy, promising it would be over soon. He could tell even just from the smell and scrunch of the omega’s face that it was a stronger wave. The type of heat wave that was physically painful if not satiated. He remembers that look on his own mate’s face only a few week before she presented fully.

“Tamil.”

“On it, brother.” he nodded simply before mounting his ikran and taking off into the skies to find their Olo’eyktan. Pulo continued to guide the two omegas to Olo’eyktan’s tent, trying to avoid the clusters of Na’vi throughout the village as much as possible. He couldn’t risk the younger alpha’s still mastering their self control getting a whiff of Neteyam and doing something they would surely regret. He hustled a few beta guards along the way so that Neteyam would have protection while safely inside the tent, without the interruptions of prying alphas.

“Vamai, I think it’s time you go home. You can see Neteyem later.”

“And leave him alone? No way!” She growled, keeping an arm looped through the other omega’s.

“Vamai-” Pulo began but was unexpectedly cut off.

“It’s ok Vamai, I’ll be fine.” Neteyem’s voice was quiet but he tried his best to give the small girl a convincing smile and ignore the pit in his stomach that was starting to make him nauseous. Before she could ask again, Pulo had shooed her away. He bent a bit so he was at eye level with Neteyem and hopefully a little less intimidating.

“Kxolo will be back soon, Neteyam. I promise. Till then, I have this area off limits and guarded so you can have some privacy.” He couldn’t help but give a sympathetic smile at the omega who was struggling not to look on the verge of tears. “If you need anything, just tell one of the betas.”

Arms wrapped around himself tightly, Neteyam only nodded and disappeared into the tent. The boy had no idea whether or not the thought of his alpha coming back was helpful, but he tried not to think about it and instead focused on what he could do to stop the pit that seemed like it was tearing him from the inside out.

Kxolo could smell the omega nearly a quarter of a mile away. The scent was so strong and sweet he was sure his poor baby had already pumped out an orgasm alone without his help. When he heard the news, he boarded his ikran and headed home before even letting Tamil finish explaining what they were doing about it. The alpha in him scolded himselfl for leaving the omega alone for so long in the first place. It was his job to look after his Neteyam. His Neteyam that till a few days ago had still never kissed an alpha.

His pace picked up frantically, weaving his way through branches, as he neared the tent. He stopped right before the entrance trying to calm down. The scent wafting from the tent already had him half hard and squirming. He growled at himself for acting like a hormonal teenager again. This was not about him, it was about Neteyam. A strangled whine from the other side of the door finally had his patience snapping and the tall Na’vi barging in.

He was not prepared for the sight in front of him. Neteyam lay on his back on one of the sleeping mats, hands gone underneath his own loin cloth as tears streamed down his face. His little hand worked quickly as he searched for yet another release. His tail swan sporadically against the floor sometimes knocking things down and his ears were almost invisible perked back against his scalp.

“Alpha!” The boy mewled, finally catching a glimpse of the tall warrior. The tears started to come faster.

“Hi lovely, it’s ok I’m here.” he soothed while dropping down to his knees. He quickly bent over from his kneeling position to hover partly over the boy and lay kisses across his cheeks. “Shhh it’s ok, I’m here baby.” Each tear was met with a kiss. He was surprised to find Neteyam grappling at his battle band in order to pull the alpha closer.

“Hey hey hey, slow down there you little minx.” He chuckled.

“Want want want.” The endless stream came out of his mouth while tugging more harshly at the belt.

“What is it you want, Neteyam? What is it baby? You have to ask nicely beforehand that is how it works, little one.”

“Just help!” the omega practically yelled back in frustration. The outburst had Kxolo gathering his little wrists in one hand before straddling the whimpering omega beneath him. He knew sooner or later the ground rules would have to be set. His hands were harshly pushed against the ground, causing the omega to increase the squirming.

“Listen up baby boy because I will only be saying this once.”Their eyes finally met but Neteyam was still glaring at the male manhandling him. “If you want something, you are going to ask nicely. If you want my help you are going to be a good boy and follow my orders when I give them, how I give them.” He let his weight sink back on the omega in order to stop the bucking hips. “Because Neteyam,” The smaller stared back up at him, barely breathing. “Naughty boys do not cum.” The whining finally stopped.

“Do you understand?” The boy let a long exhale escape his lips while nodding his head up and down frantically. “Good boy.” He didn’t miss the way the omega’s cock twitched beneath him at those words.

“Now, what were you trying to ask, Neteyam?”

“Will you please help me?” A soft reply, barely loud enough to make out. Kxolo hummed deeply in approval.

“And how should I help you? Do you want me to touch you, baby?” He took his spare hand and lightly ran his fingertips along the curve of Neteyam’s hips.

“Yes yes yes yes.” Shushing him with words of reassurance, Kxolo climbed off of the omega and instead pulled him to sit on his lap. Neteyam instantly pushed his back flush against the taller male’s chest, relieved to have any type of physical contact.

He gave the smaller boy a soft kiss on the lips before starting his exploration of the omega’s body. Experienced fingertips teased along his sides, chest, and waist. They always stopped right before the fabric between Neteyam’s legs. This earned him another frustrated whine coming from the boy as he tried to guide the alpha’s hands lower. Kxolo gave him a small ‘tsk’ and grabbed the smaller boy’s hands instead.

“Keep your hands here.” He commanded while having the boy link his fingers behind Kxolo’s neck. The new stretch laid out the boy’s torso beautifully.

The fingers began again but this time focused on his chest and pecs instead. They circled and circled around each pec, just barely missing the cute little nipples already peaking out. Neteyam’s diaphragm fell and rose dramatically under the touches as he tried to take in enough air. Without warning, both nipples were caught in a tight pinch before being given a sharp tug. The gasp that left the omega’s mouth was so loud it was sure to be heard by any Na’vi within a 200 yard radius.

“Such pretty little nipples, baby.” He complimented while thumbing over them playfully. “I barely even touch them and they are already hard and ready for me, aren’t they?” He could feel the slick leaking from the boy onto his legs. Neteyam craned his head back to give the Olo’eyktan a pleading look.

“Do you want me to touch somewhere else, baby boy?” He could feel the boy's head nodding vigorously against his neck. “Like down here?” His large palm came to firmly rest upon the front of the boy’s loincloth. The omega bucked his hips slightly in surprise.

“Please” The omega begged, lifting his hips up against the large hand in chase of more friction.

“Take it off then, baby.” He commanded with the other hand played with the straps holding it around Neteyam’s hips. Within seconds Neteyam had shuffled out of the loincloth and relinked his hands around Kxolo’s neck.

Kxolo smirked against the shell of his ear as he took the boy’s cock gently in his hand. As on omega it was a decent size smaller than his own, even at full hardness. He held in a groan at the realization that he could almost completely cover the boy’s cock with one hand. Neteyam shifted his hips again, a silent plea to start.

Alpha teased his fingers along the veins slowly in amusement and ran his thumb across the head. He felt more blood flow to his own cock as the omega’s twitched in his hand. Finally taking pity on the rutting male, he wrapped his hand around it tightly and started with long firm strokes. Neteyam bucked his hips up into the alpha’s fist, frustrated at the slow speed. His only reward was a firm arm around his waist holding him in place.

The moans that slipped out of those plump lips were sinful and Kxolo couldn’t get enough of them. His eyes barely knew what to focus on between the cock in his hand, toned torso beneath him and the beautiful expression displayed across his lover’s face. The alpha removed his hand from the omega for a moment to bring it in front of Neteyam’s face. Remnants of precum were already visible on his veiny hand.

“Spit.” He ordered. For once, the younger Na’vi didn’t ask questions and instead immediately obeyed. The spit worked as a good lubricant as his hand pumped the boy’s length faster and faster.

“Alpha faster!” Neteyam cried while throwing his head back against the older male’s shoulder.

“Neteyam, we are gonna have to work on your manners.” The Olo’eyktan reprimanded but obliged anyway. He could practically sense the rising orgasm bubbling in the omega’s core.

“That feel good, baby?” He taunted, giving an extra firm tug.

“Feels so good, alpha. So good, please please please.” Neteyam moaned and screamed as the pace got even faster, but somehow it was still not enough. “I-I can’t.”

“Need some help finishing, baby boy?” The omega only continued to cry as he chased release.

“Come on, baby. You are doing so good for me, making me proud.”

“T-trying alpha.” Neteyam moaned as tears streaked down his cheeks. The alpha was surprised at his response to the praise but ran with it.

“And you are doing such an amazing job. Getting hard for me, making those pretty sounds to please me.” The moans quickly escalated to screams while the omega nuzzled against his neck.

“You poor little thing probably wish it was my cock in your hole instead, don’t you.” The patronizing comment sent the omega over the edge. A loud scream erupted from his throat as he made a mess of the two in cum. Kxolo worked him all the way through the orgasm until Neteyam was finished and limp against his body.

Kxolo did everything he could to imprint the image of Neteyam’s face while he came into his brain. He didn’t think he would ever recover from watching the absolutely dumb fucked out look he gave from a simple hand job. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Once the taller male was able to catch his breath, he set about cleaning the two of them with a wet cloth while shushing the boy in his arms. Neteyam was barely conscious with his head laid against the alpha’s chest.

“You did such a good job, little one. So fucking beautiful for me.” He peppered kisses along the omega’s face. He couldn’t help the way his heart melted as the omega repositioned himself so he was facing the alpha with his arms and legs wrapped around the alpha.

Neteyam was so pliant and clingy as the alpha got them prepared for bed. He savored every touch and squeeze the younger boy initiated. When they fell asleep cuddled in the hammock that night he couldn’t help but feel hopeful that Neteyam was coming around to the idea of their mating.

He hated the alpha. Hated his charming smile. Hated his sweet touches. Hated his carefree laugh. Hated the way he was constantly at Neteyam’s beck and call. However most of all, he hated how much he yearned for him and not just in a sexual way. It made his blood boil every time he realized he was off daydreaming about the alpha, wondering when he would return. He despised the little flips his stomach would do when that smile flashed his way or especially when he would think back on their night together in the tent.

Neteyam was not stupid. Something had shifted and he knew where it was leading. The Olo’eyktan was drawing him in, convincing Neteyam’s mind and body to slowly trust and depend on him. It was only a matter of time before he would put down his walls and let the mating take place, especially with his presentation nearing closer and closer. The alpha had the high ground so naturally there was only one conclusion. It was time to run.

It had been almost two weeks since his first attempt so the boy was hopeful that he would have the element of surprise on his side. Of course he had not been completely obedient throughout his time here but Neteyam could tell his alpha was used to this behavior and thought little of it. Even Pulo and Tamil took his attitude in stride with a hint of fondness. However, to set him up for a successful escape Neteyam had tried to cut back on the complaining a bit.

He told himself that allowing the hand holding and sweet touches over the past few days were simply another ploy to ensure his plan. It was easy to see that the alpha was pleased with this new development, allowing Neteyam and Vamai to be followed by fewer guards than usual. The omega figured that his biggest challenge to overcome would be navigation and wilderness survival depending on how long it would take him to make it to the Omatikaya village. He prayed to Eywa that all of the years he spent learning about the forests and its uses would pay off. If only there was some way he could sneak out even a small knife for hunting.

“I really need to bathe.” Neteyam reminded Kxolo as they ate breakfast.

“Hmm, I have some pressing business to attend to today, but I will try to be back early this afternoon so we can head to the lake.” Neteyam schooled his features into nonchalance before proceeding. This would be the tricky part.

“That’s ok, I could ask Epok to show Vamai and I the way. I overheard him saying he was heading that way today anyways, so it wouldn’t be too much of a hassle.” His stomach felt like it was tied into a giant knot, but he forced down the fruit calmly anyways.

“You want to bathe at the same time as Vamai?” He cocked an eyebrow at the omega.

“If it means, I don’t have to wait to get clean. Besides, she will be too caught up in her own daydreaming to pay attention to me.” Neteyam shrugged.

“I guess that’s true.” Kxolo chuckled but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Does it bother you how comfortable I am around her?” The alpha quickly shook his head while putting the plate down.

“No, lovely. Of course not. I guess that’s fine, just make sure to stay close to Epok.” Neteyam tried not to appear too overly excited as the alpha kissed his cheek and granted permission.

The walk to the lake came all too quickly as Neteyam mentally built up the courage for the task ahead. Thoughts of his family and how much he missed them, kept the boy from backing out. He envisioned his dad’s face and mother’s cries when he would finally be reunited with them. He was sure even Lo’ak wouldn’t be able to act tough upon seeing his brother back home. With these motivations in his head, Neteyam bravely prepared himself.

Vamai continued to babble on about something Neteyam had tuned out minutes ago as they reached the edge of the lake. After setting their new clothes and soap down on a rock the pair awkwardly looked back at Epok. Taking the silent message, he strode off to the treeline and faced the other way to give some privacy.

“Um, do you mind like turning around till I get in the water?” He sheepishly asked Vamai. To his relief, she gave a fond laugh.

“No need to worry about me Neteyam, was already planning on waiting till you were waded in. Go ahead, promise I won’t look.” She winked before clamping a hand over her eyes for emphasis and turning around.

The omega did not give himself time to hesitate before wading into the water as quietly as possible. He took one more glance at the two Na’vi faced away to ensure he was truly not being watched. He stilled his mind, took one large breath then dove down underneath the surface till he was fully encompassed. His arms and legs pushed strongly against the water in a breaststroke pattern efficiently moving him towards the left side of the lake. He could already feel his body begging for air but he paid it no heed. He couldn’t risk going up and being seen even though he had not detected any calls for him yet.

Finally, he could spot the submerged rock in the distance marking his hiding spot. Despite his body’s complaints Neteyam was sure to take silent slow breaths upon breaking the surface of the water. Within one jump he went across the rock and positioned himself between the two giant boulders along the lake’s edge. HIs heart was rocketing out of his chest but there was no time to worry about taking a rest.

“Neteyam, are you done yet?” Vamai’s voice could barely be heard from the boy’s hiding spot, but he knew that didn’t mean he had much time. Lucky for him that two boulders were able to act as a hidden tunnel to the outlining forest. He didn’t allow himself to stop creeping along the forest floor until the lake was no longer in view. Then he sprinted.

Neteyam ran as fast as his legs could carry him through the forest, over rocks, under branches. Every sound coming from the wildlife around him made his heart beat faster and head jerk from side to side. The last thing he needed was to run into an unsuspecting Na’vi out for a hunt or gathering materials. Furthermore, he made sure to vary his route between running on the ground and swing between the trees so that his tracks would not be easily followed.

After a half hour of running with still no sight of Na’vi, Netyam finally allowed himself to slow down. Getting out may have been the scary part but he still had to navigate his way home and he had little to go off of. He figured, however, that if he could find his way to the hallelujah mountains he would know the rest of the way. If only Neteyam had been conscious during their ride to the clan, maybe then he could have remembered part of the path. Regardless, he had no ikran so doing it by foot was going to be different than flying.

A few hours later the boy had only managed to get more and more confused. He tried to track certain animals that he knew visited the mountains but couldn’t find a trail that didn’t simply lead back to their cave or nest. Neteyam was, however, able to find enough food and water from the plants and rivers in order to sustain him moving forward.

Things took a turn for the worse when he saw storm clouds starting to roll in. Within a matter of minutes the sun was blocked and rain was falling in sheets upon the forest. Even with the protection of the giant trees overhead Neteyam found himself soaked to the bone. Rain was not something he necessarily minded since it was known to rain a lot in their village but it did make his task even more difficult. There was no hope of following tracks anymore as they quickly washed away into muddy rivers.

The hours dragged on and Neteyam found his legs begging for relief from the constant gripping through the mud but he did not let up. His confidence slowly started to wither as he realized his family never let him out in the rain for more than a couple hours before returning home to their shared family tent, safe from the pelting onslaught. He daydreamed of his father creating a warm crackling fire as he sat around it with the rest of his siblings. His parents would share the story of how they first met once again, but he never minded. The omega could listen to the story all day long. Oh how he yearned to be loved the same way his parents loved each other.

His thoughts then betrayed him as they drifted towards the certain Olo’eyktan he was leaving behind. Body and soul ached for the comfort he had felt the past few nights in the alpha’s arms. He was sure that if he had stayed he would be cuddled in a tent safe from the rain, perhaps eating some of his favorite fruits instead of stomping through the wilderness utterly lost.

Caught between two worlds, he numbly continued forward. To find his way back to his family or let himself fall for the alpha watching over him. To Neteyam he felt that no matter which he chose his heart would always have a piece yearning for the other. Perhaps though, time away from Kxolo would snap him back to his senses and his family could help him heal from that yearning. After all, his father was sure to have his best interest in mind, keeping the omega away from Kxolo.

The boy was eventually forced to stop as his legs started giving out on him. At this point he had been walking for a solid five hours and wading through the puddles and mud for half of it. He tried to choose a spot behind the different plants and leaves, keeping him out of sight. Truly the omega wished he could’ve kept going as stopping made his anxiety start to spike, but there was nothing to help it. He told himself he would only close his eyes for five minutes before continuing on his way.

Completely limp against the tree trunk covered in mud and muscles groaning from head to toe, Neteyam drifted off to sleep. When he awoke, there was no way of telling how long he was out with the clouds still covering the sun. However, Neteyam was relieved to find that eclipse had not started. Still, it was way longer than intended and there is no saying what amount of ground the search party could have covered during his rest.

Luckily his legs had gained back their strength so the boy was able to take to the trees. He climbed quickly up the tree he had slept upon. The higher he got the more he was able to see but there was still no way of seeing which way home was. What he did, however, see was the village he had left behind far off in the distance. He couldn’t help but be relieved that he had not simply been walking around the village in circles. Then again, were that true there would be no way he would’ve gone so long without being spotted.

Sounds of nearby hoofprints made the omega freeze in descent down the trunk. From the sounds of it he could tell it had to be at least a dozen direhorses but their footsteps did not match with that of a stampede. With the footsteps then came the sporadic yips and calls from Na’vi. He dared not breathe or move an inch from his spot.

“I can’t find a single track in this rain.” A familiar voice echoed below. He recognized it as Epok who Neteyam couldn’t help but to feel bad for. He prayed that Olo’eyktan wouldn’t be too harsh for losing him. Although, hunting him down in the storm had to be punishment enough.

“I know. Forget the tracks and just keep your eyes peeled. He could have only gone so far.”

Pain seared through his thighs as he continued to strain them around the tree trunk. Neteyam could tell that his grip was starting to slip. Could he risk the warriors hearing him all so that he could lower himself down onto a branch below for footing? They were already keeping a sharp eye for any movement around. There was no choice but to grit his teeth and hold on for dear life.

“What’s the hold up? We still have more ground to cover.” The sounds of hooves died off into the distance.

His muscles groaned as he lowered himself down to a branch. Looking out across the tree he could spot the various Na’vi making up the search party. They had gone a distance but still they could easily turn around and catch up to Neteyam if he were to reveal his location. At the same rate though, could he really count on them never spotting him in the tree? What if Kxolo had Na’vi searching on ikran? Surely they would be searching higher ground soon and at that point Neteyam would be done for. What would the alpha do if he found him? What type of punishment would await him?

With that thought in mind, Neteyam carefully transitioned from tree to tree moving in the opposite direction of the crowd. The rain had finally started to let up until barely a sprinkle misting the greenery. Ironically, Neteyam found this a curse as the pounding rain was no longer a sound buffer for his movements. He was forced to slow down his progression in order to stop branches from cracking or leaves bustling too loudly.

He was almost down to the forest floor once more when his foot slipped on a patch of moss. With a yelp, he fell the last few feet to the forest floor and landed on his hands and knees clumsily. Unfortunately for the omega, he had landed in a large patch up Helicoradian that all closed in on themselves loudly at the disturbance. He prayed that the sounds would simply be played off as wildlife but those hopes were instantly crushed at the sound of cries and hooves advancing closer.

His location had been revealed so all that was left to do was run. He sprang to his feet and instantly broke out into a sprint. Neteyam didn’t let the roots or other obstacles slow down the pumping of his legs as he acted purely on instinct. He trusted his body to react to his surroundings in time to make it through without injury. He swerved sharply to the right and left randomly in an attempt to throw the search party off. His breaths came out in harsh pants and diaphragm contracted so drastically that it hurt his whole body to push the air in and out, but he didn’t stop.

Adrenaline pushed him to go even faster as he heard the calls getting closer and closer. His legs flew across the ground so fast he was unable to completely stop himself upon the sight of the direhorse now in front of him. Ankles skidded deep into the mud making him fall back onto his bum in an attempt to stop. The rider went to dismount but Neteyam was already flying off in the other direction. He didn’t make it far before another horse was in his path. The search party quickly surrounded him.

To his great horror, Olo’eyktan sat there upon one of the horses, eyes boring into the boy’s skull. Panicking, the omega dropped into a crouch and hissed back at the advancing Na’vi. He had no weapons, no route out, and a towering alpha stomping his way. The boy surged to the left of Kxolo, but was caught by a strong grip around the base of his que. He whimpered, forced to lean against the alpha. Another strong arm manhandled the boy to be pressed back against the Olo’eyktan. No amount of struggling released him.

“Where do you think you are going, naughty boy?” The infuriated growl brushed against his ear. A yank to his que forced the boy to look up and meet the alpha’s eyes. His expression was stone cold with eyebrows raised back at the younger boy. The omega felt his heart in his throat looking back at the domineering alpha. He leaned down closer to the omega with a chilling slowness. “Your. Ass. Is. Mine.” The hiss came out so low Neteyam swore he could feel it vibrating into his chest.

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Ma Neteyam pt.11

Part 10, Part 12

Summary: Family reunions have their drawbacks.

Warnings: daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, anal, explicit content, kissing, biting, hair tugging, power imbalance, omegaverse, sexual tension, the usual stuff.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

A/N: Finally managed to finish this. I truly underestimated how hard it is to write scenes with more than just a few characters. Anyway, the writing is not my favorite but hopefully it turned out ok.

“My word, Kxolo. What’d you do to the poor boy?” Pulo’s voice dripped with teasing ego as he pointed to the omega passed out in the Olo’eyktan’s lap.

Neteyam's back was flush against Kxolo’s chest with his head dropped backwards onto his shoulder. Pure exhaustion laced his sleeping features as the alpha continued to run his fingers along the boy’s hair and down to his navel before repeating. The sensation had easily put him to sleep at breakfast, but Kxolo didn’t dare try to wake him or stop the motions. The two had barely been able to keep their hands off of one another for the past couple days after the festival.

“Nothing he didn’t ask for.” His even baritone nonchalantly answered, but the curves of a proud smirk were etched into his expression. Pulo let out a dark chuckle at the insinuation before continuing to eat his food.

“Trust me brother, we are aware.” Epok teasingly said. Neteyam was not known for being quiet when it came to their lovemaking. It seemed that he lost all sense of shy modesty when his alpha was pleasuring him.

“Shut up, you skxawng.” Vamai hissed ferociously at the beta. “He could hear you.” She said, referring to the bashful sleeping boy. The two narrowed their eyes at one another; a silent challenge. Although Kxolo knew Vamai had grown to be very protective of Neteyam, he also could sense that there was something else lurking beneath the surface. Her and Epok had a continuing game of secret tension that was starting to throw off the group dynamic.

“Kid’s out like a light.” Pulo disagreed. “He can’t hear a thing.” The other alpha continued to eat with a relaxed posture, completely oblivious to the silent fight occurring between the omega and beta.

Kxolo felt conflicted at watching the scene. He could not tell what had thrown the two so out of loop with one another, and he wasn’t sure if he truly should want to know. Vamai had always been known to be stubborn, a true free spirit. Perhaps it was foolish of him to think that Epok could handle her in the first place. The beta was fairly stern considering his status, but perhaps that was still no match for the lively omega. He yearned to pry and see what had happened between them, but that was not his place. Besides, he was sure if things went wrong with Vamai it would be Neteyam lashing out at him in her place.

Still, he couldn’t help but notice the tired strain in her eyes as she fidgeted in her spot. As usual, the omega wouldn’t sit still for a moment but her movements were lagging behind their usual speed. All signs pointed towards a great lack of sleep. As Olo’eyktan he couldn’t help but feel a sense of responsibility for the young omega. Her close ties to Neteyam only intensified this feeling. Kxolo made a mental note to drop by Vamai’s house and speak to her father. Perhaps he could provide some insight on her sleep deprivation.

As the group engaged in sleepy conversation over breakfast he ran through his head all of the tasks that would need to be fulfilled that day. The list had grown quite long over the past few days as he had prioritized his special time with Neteyam over some of the duties. The flicker of notion towards those times filled his thoughts with the delicious sounds that came from his omega just that morning. How sweetly the omega had begged to be filled with his cum as he drilled his small frame into their sleep matt. There was nothing that put him in a quite a good mood like waking up to claim his needy little mate before the sun even rose.

Neteyam’s head lolled slightly to the side against his chest, snapping Kxolo out of his thoughts.

He let out a deep sigh before starting to pepper small kisses against the boy’s face. It had become an effective way to gently draw his lover out of his slumber. However, the omega simply whined and turned to hide his face completely against the alpha’s chest so he could continue sleeping.

“Ma Neteyam, you need to eat. Wake up.” He purred atop of the boy’s braid covered head. Seeing the way the omega curled closer to him in search of refuge and sleep, made his hindbrain purr in satisfaction. Neteyam had become extraordinarily more clingy and demanding of Kxolo’s time and touch and the alpha was basking in the neediness. A part of him wished to just let the boy continue sleeping to his heart’s content, but that was impractical. He did not have the luxury of endless time.

“Kxxoolo.” His name came across as a battered barely discernible whine from Neteyam’s lips. Amused fondness rose within the alpha at the sound. The Olo’eyktan sometimes wondered if his favorite way to hear his name come from his omega was when it was strewn into nonsense sounds, especially when those sounds were stuttering moans.

“Come on, baby boy. You can take a nap later.” He found that slight shoves of his shoulder against the boy’s head finally roused him enough to open his golden eyes and pout at him. The boy’s eyelids dragged with every blink. The omega let out a sigh before tiredly rubbing at his eyes. The alpha kept in the coo that was building at the back of his throat.

“m’not hungry.” Neteyam mumbled while setting back into a more comfortable position on the male’s crossed legs.

“Neteyam, you know how I feel about getting three meals a day.” The soft voice was laced with a stern undertone. He sent Vamai a soft smile as a form of thank you as she handed him a plate of fruits for Neteyam.

“Yes, I do.” Neteyam sighed. Kxolo could tell by the tone that his sleepiness was wearing off. The Olo’eyktan grabbed a piece of cut fruit and held it to Neteyam’s down turned lips. He leant in close to the shell of the boy’s twitching ear so that no one else could hear his words.

“Listen to me now and I promise to make it worth your while, later. I know how much you love daddy’s rewards.” And rewarded the boy had been over the past couple days. Each act of obedience had brought mind numbing orgasms that left his sweet omega babbling out incoherencies.

The heat from Neteyam’s cheeks radiated onto the skin of Kxolo’s own faced pressed to his ear and yet, the omega’s lips parted. A satisfied hum rumbled in his chest as he fed the boy piece after piece of fruit. They continued that way till the plate was empty and Kxolo had deemed it a sufficient breakfast.

“Good boy.” His lips tickled at Neteyam’s temple as he spoke the words before a kiss was placed in the spot. He didn’t miss the way he shuffled against the touch, seeking more praise. The alpha had come to find praise to be one of the greatest tools when working with Neteyam. He wasn’t sure if it was because of his omega hindbrain or rather the results of the boy being the eldest child constantly seeking approval. Either way, the male made a great effort to express his appreciation to his mate consistently.

“We should get started soon, brother.” Tamil’s gentle voice broke through their little bubble. The apology was clear in his tone and eyes, but Kxolo knew the male was right. There were people he needed to meet with and preparations to check on for tomorrow.

“Started on what?” Neteyam asked while fiddling idli with one of Kxolo’s long braids.

“I’m afraid I have some tasks I have been putting off for the past few days. Besides, there are some last minute preparations to check on for the big day tomorrow.” Having the entire Sully family over to visit was not a small task. There were many precautions that he needed to put into place to ensure it went smoothly.

He had proposed the idea to Neteyam as something to help better relations between the clan and his family, especially after the incident with Lo’ak. The omega was quick to jump onto the idea, having missed his siblings greatly. No matter the risk, Kxolo couldn’t turn down the thing that brought such a bright grin to his omega’s face. Things were still tense between him and Jake Sully, but even he had agreed quickly to the idea.

He helped Neteyam off of his lap and back onto his feet as they began to gather gear.

“I can come help.” The boy offered. His heart warmed at the sound.

“I appreciate that baby boy, but I think it’s best that you stay behind. Besides, you still need to finish that necklace for your sister.” He gently reclined the offer.

“Yeah that’s true.” Neteyam mumbled softly. Turning around to look at the boy he found a small twinkle of something else in his sad eyes. No matter how hard the omega tried to hide it, Kxolo could tell he was reluctant to be without his alpha.

“I will be back before you know it, baby boy. Then you will have me for the rest of the night.” He gently cupped the back of Neteyam’s neck and pulled him into a slow kiss. He pulled away to whisper lowly, “To do with whatever you’d like.” The cocky smirk that spread across his lips did little to veil the lewd insinuations.

Neteyam bit his lip as he tried to fight the rising heat that came to his cheeks. Kxolo forced himself to look away from the boy before he took him against the nearest tree in front of everyone. He had a love-hate relationship with Neteyam’s habit to innocently bite his bottom lip. It conjured up obscene images and now memories of what those lips looked like wrapped around his cock. Sweetly trying to take his length in like a good boy.

He gave him one last peck on the forehead before starting to walk off. Kxolo could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of the boy as he made his way over to the direhorse. Despite his enthusiasm at seeing his family, Neteyam had been fretting and worrying over the visit more and more as it got closer. It seemed that there was no end to the amount of things that he could find to obsess over when it came to the upcoming day.

“And Neteyam,” He called back at him, turning his head to look at the boy. “Don’t overthink it.”

It was clear from the way the omega’s ear pushed back against his braids that he knew exactly what the older male was referring to. His tail flickered nervously, a contrast to the roll of his eyes he sent Kxolo.

“I’m not.”

Kxolo mounted the direhorse in one swift motion. Looking across the clearing at the boy he could see his arms crossed defiantly.

“I can practically hear the wheels turning in your head.” Kxolo teased. He connected tsaheylu to the direhorse and checked to make sure the pouch was secured properly. Tamil was already riding ahead slowly, in order to patiently wait for the Olo’eyktan.

“That’s just your imagination.” Neteyam insisted playfully.

“Whatever you say, baby boy.” He hummed with a smirk before shooting him a wink and taking off. The horse jolted and galloped to life underneath him. “Be good!” Kxolo shouted one last time before his figure melted into the thick of the forest.

Neteyam tried to ignore the knot forming in his stomach as he walked back to the clearing where Vamai sat. She helped some of the other clan members clear away the remains of breakfast while she waited for him. His eyes caught hold of the way Epok glanced back at her occasionally from the small circle of hunters he was gathered with. Oblivious or not, Vamai didn’t show any signs of acknowledgment towards the beta as she talked to the other clan members helping.

“Ah, finally done crying over your boyfriend?” She teased upon seeing Neteyam return. Already used to her antics he simply rolled his eyes in exchange. Together they helped the clan members clear everything away before running off towards the direction of Vamai’s family’s hut.

“Now, let’s see what I have to help you finish this necklace.” She rummaged through different baskets inside of her room. Vamai seemed to have endless amounts of gathered and made beads, feathers, and vines used for jewelry. It soon became clear how she had so many different extravagant tops and hair pieces every day. He wondered how long it took her to craft each one.

His eyes swept over the various baskets that littered her room until they fell on one in particular. It was filled with carefully pinned pieces of homemade paper, each showing various sketches and colorful pastel artworks. He gawked at the vivid color and shading that brought each piece to life. The few that were hanging out were streaked with imagery that reflected that of the bioluminescence of the night. The free strokes that danced across the page were almost messy yet it formed an eloquent representation of Pandora at night.

“Oh those aren’t done!” She exclaimed quickly while taking the piece from his hands. There was no evidence of anger in her tone but she did start to quickly scramble to put away the loose drawings and pieces.

“Did you make those?” He sat on his knees in front of her as she continued to fuss with them. Neteyam managed to pick up a piece of a detailed Na’vi drawn upon it. He instantly recognized the woman as Leynyey. The detail in her expression and mannerisms were stunning.

“Well yeah of course, but most of them aren’t ready.” Vamai explained, but made no move to take the current piece from his hands. The thick and smooth substance used to create the lines and details felt familiar. He finally realized that they were made from pastels as his eyes found the carefully rolled sticks of color sitting in a tiny basket.

“Wow Vamai, it’s stunning.”

“Well aren’t you a sweet talker.” She lightly teased as an effort to hide her bashful expression.

“Who makes the materials?” Neteyam quietly asked while picking up one of the pastels. Vamai seemed to be more at ease now that the rest of her art was put away.

“My mother. It started out as a way to get out some energy. I think my parents figured if I had something else to do with my hands I wouldn’t run off as much. Jokes on them, art requires in person references.” The small breathless laugh was accompanied by a genuine smile as she looked at the carefully crafted pastels. The fondness for her mother glimmered in her eyes and it made Neteyam want to properly meet her parents instead of the occasional run in.

“You know,” Vamai’s voice drawled out in her usual playful manner. “I do take requests and you have great cheekbones, Nete.” He inevitably blushed at her insinuation. He had never had someone draw him before. The omega was not sure what he would do with a picture of himself anyways.

“Thanks Vamai, but I think I would rather have one of the forest or some other wild idea that comes out of your head.” Mischief flashes in her eyes at the comment but it only dwindled for a moment before she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Now,” She clapped her hands together to bring his attention back. A feigned serious expression flitted across her face. “We have some work to do.”

The two began to rummage through each of the baskets pulling out various pieces to use in making Tuk’s necklace. There were only a few finishing pieces that needed to be added to it but Vamai’s suggestion became quite intricate and adorning.

“She’s only eight years old, Vamai.” Neteyam laughed, his eyes crinkling in sync.

“For Kiri.” Her insistent voice clarified. “A good brother doesn’t make a necklace for one sister and not the other.” Vamai continued to weave the material together, already working on the beginning of the top of Kiri. Her nimble figures made it easier to expertly loop and pull the pieces through quickly.

“I guess you’re right but doesn’t that mean I have to make one for Lo’ak too?” Neteyam laughed while attaching the last of the feathers to Tuk’s necklace. He was surprised when there was a pause before a strained laugh left Vamai’s lips. His eyes raked up to check her expression but she quickly busied herself with the work at hand.

“I didn’t take your brother for one that cares about jewelry.” Neteyam struggled to read her tone as she spoke. He knew that Lo’ak and her didn’t start off on the right foot but he hoped they could at least learn to be civil around one another. They were both very important people in his life and he wanted them to get along.

“Well yeah maybe not so much. He usually is more interested in weapons, especially if they are ones from the Sky People. My dad has spent a lot of time teaching him how different technology works.” He doesn’t miss the confused look that crossed her face.

“Technology? Like what?” Her brow bone furrowed and Neteyam reminded himself to use better vocabulary when talking to her about Sky People stuff. It was easy for him to forget how little this clan knew about Sky People and their traditions. The omega spent a good amount of time explaining random things to Kxolo about Earth and how it’s different. The alpha was patient and he tried his best to understand the bizarre things that Neteyam struggled to describe.

“Well I’m sure Lo’ak will be happy to tell you if you ask him tomorrow.” He snuck the suggestion in with the best nonchalant tone he could muster. Vamai’s face, however, dropped at his words.

“What?”

“When they come to visit tomorrow. You are coming, aren’t you?” Neteyam’s brows kissed as he watched her fidgeting increase. Her small fingers paused in the middle of weaving the material. His own anxiety started to rise as he watched her shift constantly with a nervous expression. It was rare to see the small omega caught off guard.

“Oh Nete…I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your family time.” The hesitant apology stained her tone as she looked at him with a grimace.

Neteyam was quick to shun those concerns.

“You wouldn’t! It would actually be great to have you there.” He didn’t bother to hide the urgency in his voice. She finished tying off one part of the necklace with a knot before looking up at him. His stomach curved into a knot as he anticipated her response. Neteyam was banking on her being there. The idea of his family meeting with Kxolo while they still hated him was already putting him on the verge of an anxiety attack. Vamai’s presence always had a way of calming his nerves as she reminded him how silly his worries were.

“Nete you can’t flirt me into agreeing.” The teasing tone didn’t quite reach her frantic eyes. At the point of desperation he grabbed her arm to grab her attention.

“Please Vamai! I need you there. You are living proof that I’m not absolutely miserable here.” Neteyam begged.

Her expression softened significantly. The girl’s golden eyes gleamed with a new emotion as she stared back at him.

“Aww Nete! You do like it here, I knew it!” Vamai gave him no time to respond before her small figure was practically tackling him over in a hug. His reflexes were the only thing that stopped him from tumbling onto his back as one hand shot out to support their combined weight. His mouth parted and gaped for the right words like a fish. Still, he refused to let the weight of her words sink in.

“Well I just…don’t want my parents to worry.” The explanation fell on deaf ears as she squeezed him tight. The arm not holding them upright snaked around to return the hug. Despite the spiral of thought that threatened to take over from their topic of conversation, it was heartwarming to see her so happy. He prayed to Eywa that it would be enough to get her there tomorrow. “So…does that mean you’re coming then?”

Vamai finally pulled away to let him breathe.

She let out a dramatic sigh, nerves still evident in her eyes, but there was a visible tremble in her resolve.

“Fine fine, you sweet talking flirt. I’ll be there.” There was still some reluctance in her teasing tone but Neteyam was relieved to find her bending to his request. He grinned till the stretch in his cheeks hurt as he thanked her. Finally feeling calm again, the two continued to work on the jewelry while sharing stories and jokes.

“Stop fussing over it.” The deep timber from the alpha didn’t stop Neteyam’s twitching fingers that rolled the necklaces back and forth between them. These pieces of jewelry were the only things he could control concerning the visit tomorrow. Images of his father’s angry expression from the last time he was over flashed to the forefront of his mind.

“I’m not.” A shiver crawled down his spine as warm kisses were tenderly placed along his neck. He could feel his mate’s larger frame pressed behind from where Neteyam sat with his legs crossed. Skilled fingers released the clasp of his necklace for it to fall away and expose his neck properly.

“What do I have to do to get you to relax? Huh baby boy?” Kxolo purred darkly as his hands wandered along the expanse of stripped skin with familiarity. Chills ran through his veins releasing the tension that had been building in his bones. His body welcomes the intimacy without restraint, already pulling his mind into the abyss of obscene thoughts. Strings of reasoning slowly frayed as his arousal grew.

Sharp teeth nipping along his jaw temporarily brought him out of the haze.

“No marks, remember?” His soft voice trembled as he told the alpha.

Kxolo didn’t show any hesitation or pause in his movements as his hands lowered towards the omega’s loincloth. A sharp smirk spread across his lips at the feel of Neteyam’s hips already bucking back into his touch in anticipation. He easily slid the boy’s body backwards till his back was completely flush against his chest.

“I don’t remember agreeing to that.” His deep timber drawled while skilled fingers gently ran over Neteyam’s bulge. The omega shook his head, as if to settle his thoughts back into coherency. Kxolo was cheating. As always he held the unfair advantage, using it to lure him into submission. To tempt Neteyam’s lewd fantasies out of hiding. To give in to the torrid passion that lived within his primal nature.

“I-i don’t have a way to cover them up.” Neteya whined as Kxolo’s hands slipped under the band of his loincloth. “You’re insatiable.”

“Hmm I guess you’re right.” Kxolo leisurely droned. His large hand wrapped around Neteyam’s stiff cock, thumb running along the slit of the head. “Can’t help it when you taste so good, baby boy.” His declaration was confirmed with open mouthed kisses attacking the column of Neteyam’s throat. The omega’s eyes fluttered shut, resistance already slipping.

“But I suppose I can keep my oral fixation under control for one night if that’s what you need.” Kxolo spoke between kisses. Neteyam hardly had the focus to understand the agreement, but he nodded anyway. The hand teasing at his cock was becoming insistent as it rallied the omega’s pleasure and hunger till it bubbled at the surface. He was caught between bucking upwards into the firm grip and arching backwards to feel the male’s bulge against his winking hole.

“You said…you said I could have a reward, daddy.” The omega softly whined as his head fell back against Kxolo’s shoulder. The alpha began to pump the boy’s length slowly till the anticipated whimpers fell from Neteyam’s lips.

“I did say that, didn’t I? You have been such a good boy after all.” The smooth as silk voice washed over Neteyam till he was pulled into a short sloppy kiss. “Well then, tell me what you want.” The pace increased till his breaths were forced into erratic puffs of air.

The necklaces had been forgotten and shoved to the side in the midst of the shuffle.

Neteyam was past the point of shame or modesty. He had learned and grown accustomed to accepting the staggering pleasure his alpha provided. It was easier to succumb to the pleasure and comfort that came from their moments of intimacy. His overflowing mind would empty into the white noise of serenity.

“Want your cock daddy please!” His small hands reached back to grip Kxolo’s thighs, as if to urge him forward into his hole. The resounding growl that echoed through their hut indicated success.

“Eywa, baby. Such good manners. Gotten so good at asking for what you want.” His words were laced with deep moans as Neteyam began to grind back against his clothed member. Whether from Neteyam's shining slick or Kxolo’s precum, the blue loincloth showed a darker wet spot. “Want daddy to fuck all those pesky thought out of your head, hm? Get you dumb on my cock?”

“Y-yes…ngh…yes need you need your cock.” The scrambled sentence was all it took to break the last bit of restraint in Kxolo. He had Neteyam bare and on his hands and knees within a matter of seconds.

His tongue licked at the sweet arousal glittering along the boy’s hole with eager intensity. Each swipe was rewarded with a cacophony of slurred noises that rang like a sweet melody in the alpha’s ears. His fingers prodded and pushed past the rim, marveling at the eager acceptance of Neteyam’s hole. He found that sweet spot with accurate precision before curling his long fingers against it.

Neteyam moaned and struggled to reach his hand back for Kxolo. He somehow managed to grab at the band of Kxolo’s loincloth and drag his hips forward, a silent begging to fill him already.

“Such an impatient, little thing today, aren’t you?” Kxolo teased but his loincloth was quickly pushed to the side and the head of his cock lined up to the tight little hole. The familiar pleasure of being stretched raced through Neteyam as his member was easily pushed past the rim and onward till his ass was flush against Kxolo’s pelvis.

“YES! Ah, so deep!” Neteyam screamed in ecstasy. Kxolo let out a strained chuckle at the exclamation.

“Yeah? This what you wanted, baby boy?” He teased while beginning to roll his hips smoothly. Neteyam nodded shakily while moaning.

His pace became brutal and unyielding. The mushroom tip kissed and teased at Neteyam’s g spot till he was only a mess of nerves and moans. This only spurred the alpha onward, hearing the pitiful whines leaving the gorgeous boy’s lips. The pleasure was all consuming. Sounds of slapping skin and discombobulated pleas and moans filled the room as they each got closer to their highs.

“Thank you thank you thank you.” Neteyam sputtered out in a constant stream. The sweet string of words made Kxolo’s eyes dilate as desperate groans left his lips.

“Hush, baby boy. Just let daddy take care of you.” Kxolo moaned, knowing that those intrusive worries were finally long gone from his omega’s head.

Vamai crouched low against the protruding branch. From up in the thick of the trees she was at a perfect vantage point to see the Sullys land. She was sure to keep her own figure hidden behind the overlapping layers of overgrown vegetation. Only her eyes peeked around the thick branch she held onto.

She cursed the increased heart rate that made her ribs hurt as she noticed one Sully in particular dismount his ikran. She realized it was the first time she had seen Lo’ak in broad daylight. Only images of his freckled covered body lit by eclipse bioluminescence dominated her dreams every night. They had always taken place during the night, his presence sometimes nothing more than a shadow that consumed her.

To see him in the light, however, was worse.

Her eyes could easily follow the muscular lines along his abdomen or marvel at every shift of his flexed deltoids as he moved. Even from her high ground position she could see just how tall he stood while among his family. She could remember how small she felt that night, having to crane her neck to glare up at him, but most of all she hated how much she liked it. How her body would send a rush of arousal through her system every time the image of that cocky boy came to surface in her mind.

Vamai had never felt so prey to her own instincts before in her life.

Usually she could reel back the desire to submissively play the omega part. It had simply become a nagging voice in the back of her head that she had tuned out.

And yet, Lo’ak was ruining everything.

Damn him.

“I need everyone on their best behavior.” Jake’s deep voice could be heard from her place in the trees. He was set to work making sure the ikrans were settled and in place while also debriefing the family.

“Tuk, hold my hand.” Neytiri gently insisted. Tuk was already on the verge of running into the forest solo as her family was taking so long. A small smile graced Vamai’s lips as she saw how the small girl bounced on the balls of her feets while holding her mother’s hand.

Vamai wasn’t quite able to catch what Kiri was saying to Lo’ak as he tied his braids back, but the look on his face hinted at it being another meaningless sibling squabble. She leaned forward as he subtly fixed the straps of his loincloth with a huff. Agitation pricked at her skin at how interested she became in his pointless movements.

The family moved as a unit. Jake led the way, showing they held no weapons to the warriors at the checkpoint. It became more difficult for Vamai to move and jump between the trees as they got closer to Home Tree. The pathways were congested with other clan members going about their duties. Her paranoia kept her from those paths as she didn’t want anyone to see her unfounded interest in the Sullys.

Her feet were scraped and pulsing from her leaps when they finally made it to where Neteyam and Kxolo stood. Peeking from above she watched as Tuk completely abandoned her family and bee lined it to Neteyam.

“Neteyam!” She flung her small body into his arms, quickly being received.

“Hey Tuk.” He spun the girl around easily before settling her on his hip. The babbling began immediately. At a speed that made her own jaw hurt, Tuk began to fill him in on every single thing that had happened over the past month and a half.

The edges of Vamai’s lips twitched as she moved to lay on her stomach against the branch. It was obvious that Neteyam was struggling to show interest in the girl’s words as he was glancing back at the rest of the family quickly approaching. His smile warmed into a vibrant relief watching them draw near.

Jake was gracious enough to extract Tuk from his arms so that Kiri could quickly envelop her older brother in a hug. The moment was tender as Neteyam proceeded to hug each family member with a smile on his face. Vamai happily swung her feet at the sight of her friend finally smiling without reserve. Even the awkwardness of addressing the Olo’eyktan behind Neteyam could not overshadow the joy that filled their reunion.

Kxolo gracefully signaled to Neytiri and Jake to say, ‘I see you’. The two returned the notion, however strained. Still, it seemed this could not dampen Kxolo’s mood as he watched how happy Neteyam was with Tuk now situated on his back. Tuk babbled while Kiri tried to get her to calm down and wait a moment. To say Neteyam was unbothered by the babbling was an understatement. He practically coached her onward with well placed questions and sounds of ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’.

“We welcome you, Toruk Makto, and your family.” Kxolo formally greeted them. The respectful words exchanged could not mist over the silent tension between the two Olo’eyktan as Jake returned the sentiment. Neteyam’s focus was split between his siblings and the Olo’eyktans’ interactions. Even from high above, Vamai could detect the worry in his golden eyes. Something told her this was going to be a long day.

The group began to walk towards the dining area, but paused as Neteyam said, “Where’s Vamai?” His family exchanged confused looks, all not understanding who the eldest Sully was talking about. All except Lo’ak. There was a sparkle of interest in Lo’ak’s expression that Vamai played off as a trick of the light.

She silently cursed herself for getting caught up in snooping. With rushed movements she flung her body from tree to tree, looking for a way down that would not point to her original location. The small vines and twigs made it hard to travel lightly without a sound. Her maneuvers became careless as she rushed through the nearest path down to the ground. She finally sprung and rolled across the forest floor in one swift movement.

To her dismay, the landing had drawn the attention of the group. She felt the weight of their stares but it was Kxolo’s silent command to come forward that had her lightly jogging towards the family.

“There you are, slow poke.” Neteyam said in a light tone. Vamai was grateful for his attempt to lighten the awkward situation and yet it was clear in the relief in his expression that he too was grateful for her.

“Sorry I’m late.” Vamai tried her best to put on her best charming smile, but she could feel Kxolo’s eyes on her.

“You’ve already met Lo’ak but this is mom, dad, Tuk, and Kiri.” Neteyam introduced her. She didn’t miss the side glance that Jake sent Lo’ak. It was times like these that she hated her habit of noticing every detail. “Everyone, this is my friend Vamai.”

Time to turn on the charm.

“Olo’eyktan Toruk Makto, Neytiri of Omatikaya” She said while portraying the respectful gesture. “It is so nice to meet Neteyam’s family, you are all he talks about night and day.” Vamai smiled warmly while giving the other omega a teasing bump with her hip. The coalesced mood of fire and ice barely gave way to her friendly greeting but Neytiri’s gentle smile sped the process along.

“Always happy to meet one of Neteyam’s friends.” Neytiri warmly responded. It was hard to bask in that warmth when there were two piercing gazes on her from two different directions. From the corner of her eye she could make out Lo’ak’s undivided attention, but she did not allow herself to turn towards him and see in what way he stared. The other came from her Olo’eyktan whose eyes pointed down towards her leg.

“Come, we have a spread prepared.” Kxolo shuffled the group back onto their path towards the dining area before positioning himself next to Vamai. “How is it that I find you with a new cut every day?” His baritone voice slid under the group conversation, undetected by the others.

She glanced down to find her left leg already sporting a fresh cut trickling with blood.

“Who would’ve thought there would be so many sharp sticks in the forest?” Vamai nervously joked. Kxolo simply rolled his eyes fondly and handed her a spare bandage. He was used to her reckless behavior at this point.

It was strange sitting around the familiar area with such new faces. While there were moments of ease where Tuk would sit on Neteyam’s lap and share a funny story, there were also moments where the stifling awkward looks between the Olo’eyktan was suffocating. It seemed that the mood was able to switch at a flip of a dime. An unpredictable social setting to navigate.

Vamai quickly came to realize how accustomed she had become to their usual meal time routines. She was used to making cracks at Epok while Neteyam and Kxolo snuggled close with their seductive whispering. She was used to muttering jokes under her breath to Tamil until his soft demeanor finally cracked into a smirk as he held back laughter. Now sitting here with the Sully family and watching as Kxolo was very careful with where he put his hands, it felt wrong.

And then there was Lo’ak.

Lo’ak whose golden eyes would randomly fall and linger on her frame as she shifted in her place. She made the mistake of trying to scare off his gaze by focusing her own on him. This, however, was taken as a silent challenge. His curious eyes held her own as he sat with a relaxed demeanor she could not fathom him holding in such a confusing scenario.

There were too many things to focus on at once. Too many people to watch and anticipate their reactions.

“And grandma has been teaching me how to properly extract and use bark to create healing remedies.” Kiri continued her story.

“Yeah but the bark is super sticky and really hard to get off your hands.” Tuk jumped in to inform them.

“I told you not to try and make jewelry out of it, little sister.” Kiri fondly teased her, causing a small spit of laughter to rumble through the group. Tuk of course stuck her tongue out at her older sister in rebellion.

“Vamai,” Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of Jake addressing her. “I hear we have you to thank for keeping Neteyam company. What sort of things have you two been up to?” Jake’s eyes were soft and the corners of his lips twitched upwards, but Vamai could still feel the weight of the attention dragging her down. Usually she would gladly take the spotlight and work a crowd but something about having the awkward situation combined with Lo’ak’s intoxicating focus on her, made it feel suffocating.

She rolled the turquoise beads hanging from her loincloth between her fingers.

Neteyam’s eyes connected with hers.

What exactly had they been doing?

“Oh well you know just the usual running around and what not.” It was lame. Perhaps the poorest answer she had come up with on the spot. Vamai’s mind raced to find something to remedy the response. “But you know, no one ever told me what a great dancer Neteyam is.” Her light teasing voice was a direct contradiction to the pounding rhythm of her heart.

“Neteyam?” Lo’ak’s tone was drenched with doubt as he raised an eyebrow at her. She didn’t bother to look his way. It was better to forget he was there.

“We had a festival the other night. Vamai and Neteyam had a lot of fun on the dance floor.” Kxolo explained smoothly. “Maybe too much fun.” The Olo’eyktan said underneath his breath with a small smirk.

Neteyam’s cheeks tinged a light pink as he looked towards Vamai. The rising anxiety was almost palpable to her, even from across the fire.

“Yeah he has quite the moves.” She said lightly with a wink. It felt more like a mirage of her usual demeanor than a reality. Three more twirls to the beads.

“I have a hard time believing that.” Lo’ak chuckled and somehow the aggravating arrogance crumpled her anxiety in an instant. She gripped the beads to the point of almost breaking.

“Well perhaps he has never had the right partner.” The feigned tease was only a top coat to the underlying challenge that sizzled beneath. This time when their eyes met, she held his gaze. The continuing conversation was only mumbled background noise as she forced herself not to squirm. The beginning of a crooked smile along his face was what set the fire off within her.

Detailed daydreams of flinging herself across the circle to tackle him and permanently wipe the smirk off his face swarmed within her. His head would hit the ground with a thump and she wouldn’t give him a chance to breathe, let alone fight back before she would be scratching bloody marks down his cheeks. Disregard the fact that the alpha had at least forty pounds of muscle on her, she knew how to use what she had. Her agile movements would find Lo’ak’s weakness and extort them in order to keep him down. He would buck and squirm underneath her with great force, trying to escape. His abs would flex with every buck, every thrust. The new friction bringing just enough pressure to her core to tease and excite. To show what strength his toned body held. How easily he could thrust and roll those hips.

She looked away.

Vamai’s train of thought was going off the rails.

She blamed the frustrating dreams that plagued her mind each night.

Ignoring her stomach that was doing backflips, Vamai tuned back into the conversation. It somehow had drifted to Neteyam’s health. From the uncomfortable posture Kiri held, she could tell it was not going in a good direction.

“Mom, I’m fine. I eat three meals a day and sleep at night and visit the healers tent when needed.” Neteyam assured her while Tuk fiddled with his braids. A look was exchanged between Neytiri and Jake. A silent conversation everyone else was not privy to. Kxolo watched the interaction closely.

“Yeah well it’s not just that, son. We need to figure out what to do about your presentation. You can’t be more than a couple weeks out at this point.” Jake’s deep timber spread silence throughout the group. It was deafening. Vamai looked to Kxolo and saw him staring at Jake with narrowed eyes. The only person immune to the awkward subject was Tuk as she continued to stick Neteyam’s braids through spare beads.

“And what exactly do you think needs to be done, Toruk Makto?” Kxolo questioned, shoulders tense.

Vamai could practically see the anxiety rising within Neteyam as the exchange started to take a turn. She tried to think of someway to steer this conversation in a different direction, even a distraction that could throw them off the path.

“Well maybe first I should be asking what has already been done?” Jake’s voice was an intruding rumble, barely held back from a growl. His jaw clenched while staring the other Olo’eyktan down. Kxolo didn’t show a sign of retreat as he gazed back with the same intensity.

Vamai panicked.

This was the last question Neteyam wanted to be answering. She could see it written on his face.

Her sense of responsibility over the situation began to swell. The omega knew why she was asked here. As Neteyam’s friends she was supposed to support him, keep him from having an anxiety attack from the tense situation. There had to be a way to intervene safely.

“Is that what you are asking, Jake Sully?” Kxolo questioned with narrowed eyes. Hostility started to preemptively arise in the air at the anticipation of undesired truths being told.

Vamai looked down subtly at her bleeding leg. She still hadn’t wrapped it. No one besides Kxolo had noticed it yet. This was her chance. This would be her performance.

“Oh shit!” She exclaimed. All eyes snapped to her. It occurred to her that perhaps there was a better choice of language she could have chosen. She held her leg and scrunched her face up into a feigned pained expression. “I think I cut my leg!”

The wound was not serious in comparison to her usuals but the blood was enough to draw attention and concern. Neytiri was instantly moving to her side to inspect it. Lucky for Vamai, she had accidentally gotten some dirt rubbed into it during her roll. The risk of infection was enough to steer the conversation off topic.

“You must cleanse it before it gets infected, child.” Neytiri warned her. Lo’ak leaned forward to try and get a better look at the minor injury. She ignored the concern painted across his face.

She caught Neteyam’s eyes for a moment when no one was watching and gave him a reassuring wink. His tense muscles visibly loosened from the silent communication.

“Good point we shou-”

“Neteyam, why don’t you take your friend to the healers tent to get patched up? Bring your siblings too.” Jake cut in. It was an order, not a request.

“But dad-”

“That sounds like a great idea. You can give your siblings a tour around the village afterwards. Your parents and I can talk in the meantime.” Kxolo smoothly interjected. For a man that was undoubtedly about to be interrogated on his sex life, the Olo’eyktan was rather calm, even offering himself up to the wolves. Vamai scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. Neteyam on the other hand was already setting Tuk down and trying to voice his protests.

“Now, Neteyam.” Jake’s order cut off any scrambled argument Neteyam had a chance of making.

Vamai and the Sully kids were quick to get to their feet at the sound of the harsh voice. Guilt started to seep in as Vamai realized her last minute distraction had not brought the desired results.

Just before they headed off in opposite directions she noticed Kxolo calmly kissing Neteyam on the forehead and whispering encouraging words. Vamai wondered if Jake Sully could see the way the omega melted into the touch. If he did, it only increased his stern rage as he pierced the back of Kxolo’s head with a seething glare. As the three walked away, Kxolo sent his mate one last encouraging smile and wink before disappearing.

Tsahik, as always, was unfazed by Vamai’s appearance at the healer’s tent. Her interest was only slightly peaked by the company that the omega brought, but didn’t comment on it as she cleansed her wound. Tuk filled up most of the time by asking questions about the clan which Vamai was happy to answer, but Neteyam was eerily silent. Even as they left the tent, his head was always on a swivel, looking for hints of his parents and Kxolo.

Throughout the tour Neteyam contributed a few sentences here and there, most likely for his sibling’s sake, but the worry never left his eyes. While Tuk was fairly oblivious to the underlying threat, Kiri did her best to try and lighten the mood with well placed jokes and compliments. Vamai was coming to like the girl more and more as she continued to soothe the atmosphere throughout the tour. Lo’ak was silent for the most part, but she caught him staring at her or the small bandaged wound periodically.

His presence was kicking up a wave of emotion within her, but Vamai could not focus on those.

They finally made it to the lake and Tuk immediately set off to gather whatever pretty stones she could find. Kiri followed closely to watch over her little sister. It seemed like the right time to finally address the elephant in the room. Vamai went on her tiptoes to sling a comforting arm around Neteyam’s shoulders.

“It’ll be fine, Neteyam. Kxolo knows what he’s doing.” She tried to say with the most reassuring and light tone she could manage. Neteyam was still stiff under her touch.

“Come on guys! Come play!” Tuk’s adolescent voice rang across the lake’s clearing but it was ignored.

“I suppose he is lucky dad was forced to leave the guns at home.” Lo’ak mischievously teased from his casual position propped against a nearby tree. Vamai knew that she couldn’t expect much more from the brother that hated her Olo’eyktan but his comment still managed to set her off. Her blood began to boil as she narrowed her eyes at his perfectly relaxed expression.

He was inescapable. Always there to torment her in her dreams and now here to agitate her during the waking hours. There was something about the younger Sully alpha that had her emotions swiping into a whirlwind within an instant. It seemed to be his special talent to get under her skin without even trying.

Without another thought she stomped over to him, reached up to grab a fistful of braids, and yanked. Hard. His responding hiss sizzled into a deep laugh as his eyes lit with mischief.

“Is there an end to your snarky comments?” Vamai growled out with pinched eyebrows. The hidden threats, however, did nothing to intimidate Lo’ak as his pained laugh continued to rumble from his chest. He ducked in order to relieve some of the pressure from the hair yanking, finally bringing him closer to her line of sight.

“Is that as hard as you can pull?” The tip of his canines peaked out from his delighted smirk.

“Ok ok break it up.” Neteyam’s panicked voice broke through the moment. He quickly swatted at each in order to create some distance between the two. “It’s fine, ok? Let’s just try to get along and play with Tuk before she throws a fit.” The uneasiness in his expression was obvious, causing the two to give in to his requests.

Vamai strengthened her resolve to ignore the alpha as they walked over to the Sully sisters. Playing with Tuk turned out to be a very serious and immersive experience. She had a firm grasp on the casting, scenery and intricate plot lines that were expected to be executed. Any unwanted leeway from this vision was quickly nipped into a bud with an adorable angry scowl. Vamai didn’t mind however. It gave her an opportunity to lose herself in the role she was assigned.

Watching Lo’ak play Toruk while Tuk clawed to his back as Toruk Makto was simply an added bonus.

The youngest Sully girl was barely able to hang on as Lo’ak dramatically twirled and swung his body to mimic the mighty ikran. The struggle only brought an endless spew of giggles and half hearted protests from Tuk. It was obvious this was not an uncommon game for them to play together.

As their game progressed, the tense worries began to melt away. Vamai became lost in her dedication to play a mighty Omatikaya warrior along with Kiri while Neteyam focused on portraying a Sky Demon trying to attack them. Even the eldest brother slowly found it easier to smile and laugh as they screamed and ran after each other.

Tuktirey giggled as her small legs tried to run after Vamai and mimic the girl's boisterous warrior calls and movements. Her efforts were rudely interrupted by ‘Toruk’ catching Tul in his arms and throwing her small body over his head. The joyous pleas for release were ignored as he roughly spun the girl around by her arms. Kiri tried to save her from their brother’s wrestling, yet even she could not keep her laughter at bay. Neteyam suddenly let out a war cry before coming to ‘attack’ the rest of his siblings.

“I’ve got the hostiles!” Neteyam bellowed before crashing into the group. The result was a collapsed entanglement of the Sully kids on the ground screeching and laughing. The wrestling continued as Vamai watched fondly.

What she wouldn’t give to have siblings of her own.

Once the commotion had died down, Neteyam remembered the necklaces he was to gift his sisters. They instantly agreed to follow him back to his hut to retrieve them.

Lo’ak didn’t follow.

Her hands scratched along Lo’ak’s shoulder blades as their lips tangled in a domineering kiss of unbottled lust. Teeth came into the mix as they each tried to take control of the passionate kissing. It seemed the harder she nipped and pulled at his lips or spontaneously tugged on his bound braids, the hotter his determination burned. Lo’ak’s sly smile could be felt against her lips in short moments where they came up for air.

His tall frame looming over her blocked the sun. The tree bark against her back scratched and rubbed uncomfortably against her soft skin as she subconsciously rolled her body against his. Still, her body soared with every sensation that came, completely enraptured by the feel of his soft lips against her own. His large four fingered hands gripping her hips were hot to the touch. Goosebumps pricked her skin. Her hindbrain was purring back to life but she ignored its lure and aggressively pulled his muscular body against her own.

One of his hands moved to assertively cup her cheek.

Arousal coiled in her core at the feel of his tail possessively wrapping around her thigh.

She was quickly becoming drunk off of his lips, the kiss turning sloppy and obscene. Still, she did not yield. The bottled anger and annoyance had given way to lustful expression. Another way to let the electricity in her veins release into explosive sparks. The tighter he held, the closer his body pressed against hers, the longer his scent wrapped around hers, the more her body sang to life. It was a similar feeling of adrenaline she received from running through the forest at night. No restraint. No control.

“Come here.” He mumbled against her lips. Large hands yanked her hips forward before she had a chance to refuse. Her clothed core pressed against one of his thighs, achingly close to his obvious bulge. The new pressure coerced a soft moan from her that was released into their kiss.

Vamai knew later that she would blame her drenched pussy on the lack of sexual attention over the past couple weeks. However, in the moment, all her tempted hindbrain could scream for was Lo’ak. The need to feel his touch against her core. To feel those sinful lips gather her slickness.

It became more exhausting to fight the tongue invading her mouth for dominance. The grip on his shoulders shifted to entangling within his silky braids, ripping out the band holding them together.

“We need to start harvesting on the west side before the supply runs low.” The unfamiliar voice made the two freeze. Both their heads silently turned to watch the two clan members off in the distance passing by.

Ice chilled through her veins, preventing even the slightest of movements. They were a moment frozen in time as the two na’vi walked through the distant bushes. It wasn’t until the strangers were completely out of sight and sound that Vamai attempted to move.

She roughly shoved at his shoulders. His slight stumble backwards finally allowed the omega to gasp for air. Her mind was still swirling with desire but the presence of others was a helpful wake up call.

“This is a bad idea.” Vamai breathlessly panted out.

“Seems like a pretty good one to me.” Lo’ak calmly spoke, gently tucking a strand of loose hair behind her ear. She refused to look up at those sparkling golden orbs.

“They’re going to notice you’re gone, skxawng.” The omega scolded him sternly.

“Trust me, they won’t. Don’t worry so much, little snitch.” His knuckles affectionately ran along her cheek as he spoke. It took everything in Vamai to not lean into the touch.

It had been too long since she had been with a male. That was it.

“Besides, I come bearing gifts.” Lo’ak said with a wide grin. Her curiosity was oddly peaked as he reached into the small pouch tied to his loincloth. The omega focused on regaining her even breathing as she waited.

A simple piece of jewelry was extracted from the pouch. He held it up for her to see the woven piece with a small pastel pendant in the middle. It was a delicate but enchanting piece, so different from her usual jewelry.

“You brought this for me?” Vamai couldn’t hide her confused expression as she tilted her head up to look at Lo’ak.

“I made this for you, little snitch.” He beamed with pride. The confession made her head spin as she realized what was going on. Lo’ak wasn’t just playing with her, he was courting her. “Now let me put it on you.”

Vamai didn’t bother to fight him as he carefully secured it underneath her hair so it lay sweetly along her forehead. He smiled unashamedly down at her as he shifted the piece to lay perfectly. The omega’s heartbeat was back to an abnormal pace. It felt as if a wire was strangling it in her chest as she looked up at his glowing expression.

“W-why would you do that?” She stuttered out.

“Oh I see, we are still feigning denial. I guess I can play along.” Lo’ak laughed warmly. “You know me, I make jewelry for all my brother’s friends.” Sarcasm etched deeply into his teasing tone, but a ping of jealousy still rang through Vamai at the false words.

“I don’t do relationships.” Her panicked confession came out in a rush. Perhaps she could turn him down before things got out of control. Friends with benefits was all she had allowed for several years and she would be damned if she let some arrogant Omatikaya alpha come in and change that.

There was a flicker of emotion in his eyes but it was fleeting before his relaxed composure returned.

“I think the circumstances require an exception, little snitch.”

Vamai didn’t want to investigate what circumstance he was referring to. Those dreams were nothing, just simple imaginations of her sexual appetite coming to surface thanks to her subconscious. And Lo’ak. Lo’ak was just infatuated by the competitive game they played. He too would come to his senses and get over his little crush.

“I don’t know what circumstance your imagination has cooked up, but it doesn’t change anything.”

“One dream about a girl is not uncommon, but every fucking night? I know what that means, Vamai.” Lo’ak stated while staring down at her. Vamai’s breath caught in her throat.

Coincidence. Just pure coincidence.

“Do you dream of me too?” The drawled question was released against the shell of her ear. The omega couldn’t remember when he got so close. The blush that invaded her cheeks was involuntary as her thoughts were yanked back to the vile and seductive dreams. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

The air was quickly becoming stifling. It felt that no amount of oxygen could fully bring the reprieve she desired. Every inhale was drenched in his unique essence. It was dizzying. Drowning.

Suddenly Lo’ak stepped back. The space helped to clear her thoughts as he reached into the pouch again.

“Anyways, I have something else that I think will help.” His casual tone was an infuriating contradiction to her racing heart.

The small devices that he held were obscure to her eyes. One appeared to look like a necklace but hardened pieces along the length gave it a foreign look. The other strangely shaped piece was something Vamai herself could not have cooked up. She leaned closer to inspect the pieces.

“These will allow us to speak to one another even from long distances.” Lo’ak explained before attaching the pseudo necklace around her throat. She flinched as he put the other strang piece into her ear.

“By Eywa, what are you talking about, Lo’ak?” Vamai asked in frustration.

A hint of mischief fell upon his face as he took ten steps backwards. His fingers reached for the identical necklace he wore before all of a sudden sound was erupting in her right ear.

“I’m talking about this.”

Vamai didn’t even register the words as she jolted at the unexpected foreign sound in her ear. Without a thought her hands slapped the small piece out of her ear as she let out a startled scream. The omega’s heart pounds against her rib cage as she tries to understand what just occurred.

Lo’ak’s laughter was uncontrolled as he bowed over to clutch his knees. The sound strummed at her heartstrings but she was too infuriated to show it. It was painfully obvious who was to blame for her mini heart attack.

“LO’AK YOU FUCKING SKXAWNG!” Vamai screamed at the laughing alpha.

His steps towards the fallen earpiece were jumbled as he continued to laugh uncontrollably. He held his hands up in surrender before gently picking the piece off of the ground. “Sorry…sorry…I just-” His own unrestrained laugh cut off the sentence.

“You could have at least warned me!” It was becoming progressively more difficult to maintain that angry composure with his infectious laugh bouncing along the trees. His breath came out hoarse as he tried to calm down enough to speak.

“I know I know. I’m sorry it’s just your face…” He failed to finish the sentence once more.

“It’s not funny!” Vamai demanded with crossed arms and blushing cheeks. She could feel her own laughter threatening to build in her lungs as she looked at his scrunched smiling face. It was settling the mood into an undesired tone of familiarity that she did not appreciate. It was easy to imagine they were simply friends, getting up to no good on the outskirts of the village. Easy to imagine how Lo’ak convinced Neteyam to do reckless things when that charming smile and infectious laughter was sure to accompany their adventures.

Lo’ak finally regained control. He let out a giggled sigh before coming back up to his full height.

“I mean it is” Vamai raised her hand in preparation to slap that smile off of his handsome face. “But it wasn’t nice. I admit that. Ok?” His unoccupied hand easily wrapped around the wrist of her upturned hand to hold her back. Laughter still echoed in those gleaming eyes.

“Fucking sky demon magic.” Vamai muttered before yanking her wrist out.

“Not magic; technology.” Lo’ak clarified before gently putting the earpiece back in place. “But don’t worry, I promise it won’t hurt you.” There was a more serious timber to his promise. He gave her a reassuring smile.

Her first instinct was to trust him.

The nagging of her hindbrain had taken a different tune as she stared into those golden orbs. It swayed and lured her to accept his words as truth. This alpha was different. He would never hurt her. He would protect her. Cherish her.

The sweet promises floated like a familiar melody through her conscious brain.

Perhaps Vamai did not completely believe it, but trusting him in this seemed harmless.

“Here, I will show you how to use it.” Lo’ak kindly helped her navigate the buttons and explained briefly how it would work. Her rising curiosity hung onto every word he spoke. She had never seen or even been allowed around Sky People gear. It felt oddly exciting.

“There you go, you’ve got it, little snitch.” Lo’ak proudly praised after she had successfully communicated something down the line. The praise wrapped around her like a warm blanket, encasing her happily. Vamai shoved the feeling away before it could show on her face. She shouldn’t care what he thought. His praise meant nothing.

“You might want to be careful about using it in front of Neteyam. He actually knows what it is.” Lo’ak ran his knuckles softly against the side of her face. “But if you ever get bored or need my help, now you can reach me whenever you want.”

“Wishful thinking.” Vamai teased him but only warm affection was returned in the form of a smile. A part of her knew it was important to push his touch away, but it was warm and gentle. It soothed at her constant jittery nerves. For once, she could be still, but not trapped.

“LO’AK!” Distant voices called for his return. The tall alpha let out a regretful sigh at the sound.

“I have to go, but I will let you know where we can meet soon.” He promised.

“Who says I want to see you soon?” Vamai furrowed her eyebrows in an attempt to solidify her disdain.

Lo’ak leaned in and stole her lips in a slowed passionate kiss. His hand cradled either side of her face. Once pulled away, he breathed in the air deeply. A lazy smile traced his features.

“Your sweet scent tells me all I need to know, little snitch.”

Her thighs pressed together in response. Vamai’s inflamed cheeks only glowed brighter as realization settled in. Before a proper response could be formulated, Lo’ak was jogging off into the forest.

“Goodbye Vamai!” His baritone timber sang happily as he gave her one last glance over his shoulder.

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Ma Neteyam pt.10

Part 9 Part 11

Summary: Neteyam searches for Kxolo’s breaking point.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Warnings: explicit, daddy kink, stockholm syndrome, power imbalance, possessive behavior, anger, m/m anal, blow job, manhandling, omega/beta/alpha dynamics, overstimulation, honestly just a lot of smut

A/N: Ah this is coming out a lot later than I wanted but oh well, it’s here now! I won’t even tell you the word count but let’s just say there is a reason it took forever. I hope you enjoy. As always, likes, comments, and reblogs are super appreciated. <3

The apparent stiffness between his legs was coming to be considered the new normal for Kxolo. As always, he had his stubborn omega to thank for that. He mused and admired the boy’s determination for the last three days as he continued to find new ways to arouse and frustrate him. However, Kxolo would be lying if he said he did not find Neteyam’s antics entertaining and even borderline adorable. It was difficult for the boy to mask his innocence and inexperience underneath the seductive facade. The hesitation in certain movements or comments were quick to clear away the illusion. The Olo’eyktan basked in those moments.

Unfortunately for Kxolo, Neteyam himself was a walking temptation. No dance of seduction or teasing touches were required to unfurl Kxolo's raging desire.

“I need to bathe.” Neteyam simply stated. A casual timber lingered in his tone but the eyes peeking back at him occasionally as he began removing jewelry told the real story.

Kxolo watched from a relaxed position, spread out on the large rock next to the sparkling lake. His golden eyes happily swept over every curve of the smaller male’s body as he fumbled to get rid of the coverings. He stamped out the rising chuckle building in his throat at the sight of Neteyam’s hesitation when it came time to remove the loincloth. The foretell sign of equivocation was quickly covered by his small smile, an effort to appear unspooled.

Struggling fingers finally managed to undo the knots and let the fabric fall away. As expected, without the last piece of figurative armor, Neteyam’s eyes darted away from the alpha’s gaze. Kxolo, however, was impressed with the boy’s self control at not shrinking away under his ogling. Amusement trickled in as he admired his determination to appear unbothered by his bare form exposed. After bathing with Neteyam for over a month the omega had still consistently blushed and shriveled from his gaze every time he was forced to strip naked. He idly wondered why he would expect Kxolo to believe any of that would magically change overnight.

Still, his naive assumptions settled a strong fondness into the Olo’eyktan’s heart.

His omega was never one to go down without a fight. He had to give him that much.

Shattered sunlight graced the striped expanse of Neteyam’s back as he waded into the water. Naturally, Kxolo found his attention back on the boy’s tempting backside, still sporting a red glow from the punishment. His hindbrain purred at the sight, satisfied that a lesson had been taught. He prayed to Eywa that the burning reminder would serve its purpose. However, there was still so much more work to be done. Neteyam’s stubborn attitude was reaching a peak, one that was slowly driving Kxolo towards the edge.

A learned resistance had built a fortress around the omega’s heart, effectively swaying him towards rebellion to evade vulnerability. The alpha could see it in the striking glares he was sent or the sarcastic comments that were quick to roll off of Neteyam’s tongue. It had been refortified from Lo’ak’s appearance. A fact that had Kxolo’s anger always close to a boil when he thought of the other alpha’s actions.

He is young and upset, just Neteyam’s younger brother. He reminded himself. The phrase had become a familiar mantra, utilized whenever he thought about Lo’ak. It worked as a leash, keeping his innate instincts at bay. Stopping him from lashing out at the younger alpha and consequently pushing Neteyam even further away. Although proving to be a pain in the ass, Lo’ak was not his enemy.

Still, the thoughts always led to Kxolo curling his hand into a fist until crescent shaped marks were left in his palms from the nails.

Neteyam leisurely glided through the water, an obvious sign of increased comfort as the lake concealed his lower half. The glistening reflection of his small body half submerged in the lake finally has Kxolo losing his patience. He stalked into the water, not bothering to spare the effort of removing his own clothing. Neteyam’s ears perk up at the sound of crashing water but it wasn’t until the alpha’s chest hit his back that the boy sucked in a sharp breath. The male was aware of his obvious hard on shifting against the omega’s back but he made no move to conceal his arousal. Neteyam’s bashful expression was too rewarding.

“Allow me.” Kxolo slipped the bottle of soap with ease from Neteyam’s nimble fingers. To the Olo’eyktan’s delight, the boy did not make any attempts to distance himself from the larger body caging him from behind. Lathering his hands with soap, he began to rub and knead the bubbles into his shoulders. Kxolo used a strong grip to pry at the tense muscles till each knot had given way under his fingers.

Neteyam sunk into the feeling, falling back against him with complete surrender. The satisfied rush that ran through Kxolo at these acts of submission always lifted his spirits. He cherished their nights together as the omega inevitably tucked himself into Kxolo’s arms, too tired awake or asleep to deny himself of the blissful feeling. Their bond was one that constantly cinched the two together, innate responses attuned to the presence of the other. Neteyam had kicked up a storm frequently with his words and actions but his body never lied.

“So tense, baby boy.” He mused thoughtfully, voice thick with a sympathetic pout.

“Thanks to your torture.” Neteyam’s voice was a harsh contrast to the relaxed composure that adorned his face, head leant backwards against Kxolo’s chest.

His hands worked their way down from the boy’s shoulders until reaching the soft lines of Neteyam’s chest. The sultry touches that scrapped his nipples elicited a small squeak to sound from his lips. The response sent another rush down towards the alpha’s member.

“You are making this more difficult than it needs to be.” He could feel the omega shiver against him at the smooth tone. He could practically see the string of resolve shaking in the winds. This fight was close to being over, if he played his cards right.

‘I-i don’t see how that’s true when I’ve just been pointing out the benefits of stopping this punishment now.” The words were barely rangled out as Kxolo’s large palms rested themselves heavily on the boy’s pelvic bones. Fingers splayed outwards but just barely restrained from touching his cock.

“Your efforts don’t go unnoticed.” His hands pushed the omega back against him till he could feel the soft curve of his ass imprinting into his own thighs. Images of Neteyam’s arched body as he fucked into him at the mountain clearing infiltrated his thoughts. The euphoric feeling that came from watching his cock sink into his tight hole while his omega blubbered out pure nonsense. He was no stranger to the lustful haze that darkened every thought. Kxolo considered it a miracle he held himself back for so long.

“However, they can not replace what is needed.”

“And what is that?”

“Remorse.” Neteyam stifled under the word. Kxolo watched him diligently, anticipating any movement that would take the boy out of his arms.

“You want me to apologize.” Neteyam weighed each word slowly, as if coming to process what this requirement meant. In return the alpha was careful with his phrasing too.

“I want you to understand why this can’t happen again.” Kxolo was careful to use controlled breaths that kept his tone level and calm. Neteyam was easy to set off. He didn’t want to startle or upset him out of the relaxed state.

“The same reason you didn’t let me wait with Lo’ak. It pisses you off.” Kxolo bit back a growl at the claim. Neteyam was already starting to wriggle out of the embrace. Reluctantly he let the boy from his grasp, watching as he turned sharply to face him with crossed arms.

Disappointment seeped in. There would be no easy way to coax Neteyam into understanding.

“I did that for your own goo-”

“You claim that about everything!” Neteyam’s shout echoed across the clearing. The vibrations boiled deep in Kxolo’s veins as anger threatened to rise to the surface. The infuriated essence drifting from Neteyam made it impossible to use breathing as a calming source. Still, he clung to the wavering control he had left.

“Don’t. Shout.” He punctuated each word with a warning timber. The omega’s posture collapsed slightly under his command, but the determination still shone brightly in his eyes. Chilling silence fell between them as he formulated the proper phrases to explain.

“Neteyam, I know more about you than you think. Including how often you stick your neck out to protect your brother. You were already in enough trouble with me, I didn’t want you facing your father’s anger on top of that.” The ringing truth did little to sway him.

“I’m the oldest. I have responsibilities.” The omega’s ears dropped backwards at the frustrated growl erupting from Kxolo’s chest.

Exasperation was quick to take hold of that anger.

“That does not mean taking every hit that comes your way. I know you care about your family and that is one of the things I admire about you most. You are loyal and brave, but there have to be times where you take care of yourself too.” He put every frustration and concern into the weighted words, hoping to finally ease an understanding from him. The alpha was pained to see how hard the ideals were etched into Neteyam’s being. A rock that constantly sat upon the boy’s shoulders, forever dragging him down with every step.

Eyes zeroed in on the omega’s pinched expression. His scent was a mix of combating emotions, each swelling over top of the others. All of a sudden startled fear overtook the essence and Neteyam’s eyes widened.

“Olo’eyktan!” the voice rippled across the lake from the treeline. Kxolo instantly whipped around to find the source, spotting a younger warrior from the clan.

The boy stumbled into a stop, finally taking in the scene before him. A splash behind his tall frame was the only sound as Neteyam sank into the water for greater modesty. A surge of protectiveness soared through him at the sight of another male around his omega. His naked omega.

The only comfort was the feel of small hands clinging to his back as Kxolo acted as a barrier between the two, shielding him from the other male’s eyes. Inflamed iris glared back at the male pointedly, causing him to shift uncomfortably.

“Not the best timing, brother.” His baritone slithered through the silence, cutting it off harshly.

“Olo’eyktan I-i’m sorry I didn’t know…well no one s-said…” The fumbled attempts at complete sentences swelled an inkling of sympathy in the alpha.

“Spit it out, Tiuha. What did you need?” The tension eased slightly, enough for the male to gather the courage to explain.

“Leynyey needs Neteyam for his festival outfit fitting. She insisted that I get him right away.” He opened his mouth to spew more apologies but a simple shake of the head from the Olo’eyktan assured him it was best to not continue.

“Very well. We will be there soon.”

Tiuha sprinted for the treeline, out of sight within seconds. Although annoyed at the interruption, Kxolo knew it was best to not keep the woman waiting. He still remembered the telling off he got last time for breaking one of the ceremonial garments.

He turned to address his omega, only to find him swimming desperately for the shore. A deep sigh erupted from his lungs.

Conversation over then.

Deep breaths surged through Lo’ak lungs, masked by the gusts of wind racing through the trees. His eyes squinted in concentration, muscles aching at the prolonged period of time spent keeping his bow drawn back. The viperwolf was restlessly digging at the roots, shifting its position every time Lo’ak had a clear shot. He began to wonder whether or not the creature had already subconsciously sensed his presence. Regardless, it had to be the one he ensnared if he was going to make it back before his father noticed his absence.

“I think dad is going to question where that kill came from, skxawng.” Kiri’s sarcastic tone made Lo’ak flinch in surprise. Unsurprisingly, the viperwolf sprinted off into the greenery without a second glance.

His frustrated sigh resonated in the air as he turned to face his sister. Annoyance only grew as he noticed Tuk standing alongside Kiri, bouncing impatiently on the balls of her feet.

“How long have you two been following me?” All hopes of catching a suitable creature were quickly sinking down the drain.

“Long enough.” Kiri replied with a shrug.

“You know, it’s rude to stalk people.” Lo’ak slung the bow around to his back, awkwardly situating the arrows out of the way. It was one of his smaller bows from childhood that didn’t suit his larger frame anymore. It was less than ideal for the task but regrettably was the only weapon he was sure to sneak out without anyone noticing its disappearance.

“Well someone had to make sure you were keeping out of trouble. Which of course you aren’t.” Kiri’s tone was thick with amused reprimanding, but Tuk simply giggled beside her.

“Dad said you aren’t allowed to hunt.” Tuk piped up, chin held high matter of factly. He rolled his eyes at his baby sister. It seemed that Tuk had been on his tail since he had returned, taking his new restrictions as an opportunity to coerce him into being her playmate. The older Sully boy did not particularly mind the distraction, but he had plans to carry out and ones that were not achievable with an eight year old by his side.

“Yeah well if it were up to dad I would be sitting home and regretting my actions all day long, so I’ve decided to spend my time doing something of greater value.” Kiri, as always, was quick to jump in and defend their father but Tuk paid her words no heed, already jumping in to give her own two cents on the matter.

He began the route home when Tuk’s words broke his stride.

“Yeah but I think girls are more interested in jewelry or flowers for gifts than dead animals.” Her voice dance mischievously while skipping behind him.

He braced his features into a cool composure, battling against his elevated heart rate. He turned slowly to look at the small girl. Kiri too watched Tuk with furrowed eyebrows. Neither look swayed the young Na’vi from confidently smirking back at them.��

“What are you on about?” He feigned a confused expression. Inwardly his mind raced with thoughts trying to figure out how his eight year old sister had landed right on the truth. The alpha had been discrete upon returning home, never mentioning the petite omega that had his head spinning for days.

“The girl you’re trying to impress.” She threw her small arms in the air, staring back at her siblings as if they were simpletons. He held a tight rein on the subconscious desire to fidget nervously. Confidence became the shield he hid behind, a mocking expression shot back at the younger girl with crossed arms and a wide stance.

“Oh yeah and what makes you think there is some girl, Tuk?”

“You talk in your sleep.” His face dropped at the information, heart plummeting to his stomach. After the escape attempt his father had insisted on him spending the nights back in the family hut, putting his mat in Tuk’s room. Every night had been filled with vivid dreams of Vamai. Her free flowing hair intertwined with various beads and feathers. Her adorable pout shot up at him. The random fidgeting and twirling motions stealing his attention.

His dreams however would transition into darker scenarios, imagining the feel of her soft skin. Her petite body molded against his own larger frame. Completely encompassed in her mouth watering scent. His teeth sinking into the delicate flesh, marking her from head to toe till everyone knew she was his. Her feisty insults turned to the breathless whimper of his name as he sunk into her tight heat.

Most mornings he would wake to find a hardness between his legs poking to escape from his loincloth. The sensuous dreams had been driving him crazy, thoughts only swarming towards a girl he barely knew. Dread coiled in his stomach at the thought of what things his baby sister could have been hearing in the middle of the night. He prayed to Eywa it was nothing too incriminating, or at least jumbled enough that Tuk would be unable to understand.

Excitement bubbled within the small girl as she took Lo’ak’s dumbfounded expression as confirmation. Both hands began to yank on one of his hanging down as she bounded up and and down, legs kicking in the air.

“I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!” The chant finally snapped Lo’ak out of the daze. He desperately tried to mask his heated cheeks with a clear frown and roll of his eyes.

“Is that true?” To his horror, Kiri’s eyes held the same glimmer of amusement as she took in the scene before her. A small smile was yanking the edges of her lips, all forms of anger previously banished.

“Of course not. Tuk’s just making up stories as usual.” He went to turn away and continue their walk home but the small girl held fast with a surprising amount of strength. He stumbled forward into the firing range of his curious sisters. Lo’ak knew a helpless situation when he saw one.

“Stories that have you blushing.” Kiri pointed out. The two giggled in sync, looking back at one another with gleeful excitement. It was a rare delight to catch Lo’ak off guard and even more so to see him show any hints of bashfulness. His brows furrowed as he realized what the rest of his evening was sure to consist of. Denying had already proven to grant him no reprieve.

“Whatever.” The word slipped out lamely, defeat evident in his voice.

“Who is she?” Silence fell between the trio at the question. Matching pair of golden eyes blinked up at him, hungry for any piece of new information. He knew it was the one question that could not be answered. Vamai was from a different clan, a clan that had kidnapped Neteyam no less. Leaking any information concerning his affection could put both of them in serious trouble and more importantly curb any future plans he had of seeing her. Lo’ak was not ready to bring the courtship to an end before it had even started. His skin prickled at the thought of not seeing the omega again.

“I’m not going to tell you.” Lo’ak squared his shoulders, deadpanning his voice into one filled with unyielding authority. As always, his efforts were not rewarded as the girls were used to his unbounding alpha nature. Tuk pouted stubbornly at her older brother, yanking his arm till it felt like it was about to come out of the socket.

“No fair! You have to! At least tell me, since I’m the one that figured it out.” Tuk begged, already setting her eyes into a sparkle that was known to have their father under her thumb in seconds. Lo’ak couldn’t deny how cute his baby sister was, even with the knowledge of her master manipulation, but his resolve was set. A resistance that carefully protected the girl’s identity.

“What if we guessed?” Kiri suggested, her smirk bleeding into the tone. Naturally Tuk’s excitement only grew at the idea, viewing it as another fun game to play with her siblings. The sun was quickly giving way to eclipse, urging the trio to resume their walk home. Suggested names came out rapidly between the girls, each one increasing their curiosity as he shook his head no.

“Katvap! She was in the same hunting party with you last week!” Tuk practically shouted, proud of her full proof guess. A certain hilarity began to gather in Lo’ak as he observed their perplexed faces at another name denied. The two began to work together, hushed whispers passing between them as they fought to come up with another guess.

“Please tell me it is not Atintay. She drools over you every day and I don’t think I can have a sister in law with only two brain cells working.” Kiri’s face scrunched in disgust.

Their laughter mingled together, finally reaching the mouth of their family hut. The home was void of their parents, no doubt still meeting with Kxolo to smooth things over. He tried not to think about the contents of that conversation as he helped his sisters build a small fire for greater light.

“You truly are wasting your breath. You won’t get me to crack.” The hut glowed with the red flames emphasizing their shadows along the woven walls. Lo’ak made quick work of hiding his weapons away for the unpredictable appearance of their parents. Tuk and Kiri sat across from him, legs crossed and tails still curled with interest.

“Won’t you at least let us help you then? It’s obvious that courting gifts are not your strong suit, brother.” He went to open his mouth in protest but one raised eyebrow from Kiri made the words die on his tongue. He had little to no case in defense. He had been awful at predicting the needs and wants of others when it came to gifts. However, Vamai didn’t have to know that. There was a chance to make a better impression, to woo her in a way he had never attempted before with an omega.

“Fine, you have me there. But” Their victorious expressions died down slightly at the conditioning word. “You can not tell anyone about this. And I mean anyone. This has to stay between us.” Tuk practically toppled over in excitement. Secrets had always been her favorite, but she rarely had the opportunity to be a part of the ones shared between her older siblings.

“Our lips are sealed.” Kiri promised, mimicking the locking of her lips together, a motion that was quickly observed and copied by their baby sister. Lo’ak’s apprehension slowly began to fade away as they coached him through creating a small head piece. It would be a simple piece of jewelry that would lay across her forehead sweetly, but the construction still left Lo’ak frustrated and confused.

His larger fingers tangled and fumbled with the material till he had started over three different times. Tuk patiently guided his hands and provided good material suggestions based on the little information he had concerning Vamai’s style. Despite the tedious task, laughter and smiles adorned the Sully’s faces as stories and jokes were exchanged. A familiar warmth started to burn within him, reminding Lo’ak how long it had been since he had spent real time with his sisters. Neteyam’s kidnapping had thrown his world into chaos, distracting him from everything besides bringing him home. It was ironic to him how his failed plan was the same thing that had brought him to Vamai and therefore created a task to bring his attention back to his family.

Kiri’s nimble fingers tugged and pulled at the knot encasing Lo’ak pink and finger. Their giggles filled the space, drowning out the sound of their parent’s entrance.

“What are you three up to?” Jake questioned, cautious endearment speckled along his features. Lo’ak simply held up his entangled hand in response. The laughter roared higher at the sight, even catching Neytiri in the mix. Tuk dominated the conversation, explaining how they were keeping Lo’ak busy by helping him refine his jewelry making skills, or at least develop some, as she put it.

Fond relief kindled itself inside of Jake as the night carried on. Neytiri and him peeked up occasionally from their dinner preparations to observe their children’s antics. A fragile hope that harmony was on its way back to their family.

The heavy beading weighed cool against Neteyam’s skin. The dainty beads had been strung in tight patterns that lined his sides, only one string acting as a bridge across the two sides at his waist. It was by far one of the most ornate pieces he had ever worn, decorating his torso in a way that cinched his waist tightly. He tried not to struggle as Vamai wove matching beads into the sides and band of his loincloth. He was quickly coming to feel like a decorative art piece, pretty to look at but never meant for anything functional.

Still, Vamai assured him that the hanging pieces of jewelry would accent his dancing beautifully. He corrected her assumption, assuring her he would not be making his way to the dance floor during the festival. Instant regret rang through him as he recognized the devious look in her eyes. He had underestimated how important dancing was to Vamai and therefore essential in her eyes that he join in her joy. Neteyam was sure he would not make it through the night without stumbling his way through dances until his feet were sore.

Pastel feathers were added into his hair as the final touch. He watched as Vamai put on her own lavish outfit, complete with gems that sparkled under the stars and beads that jittered against each other with every movement. Her extravagant outfit dulled in comparison to the uncontained excitement she expressed at every opportunity.

“It’s one of the few nights a year that I not only get to freely partake of alcohol but also dazzle young suitors with my dancing till they beg at my feet.” A dreamy sigh left her lips as she continued to adjust her scantily covering top. He couldn’t help the smile that graced his lips at another one of his friend’s antics.

“I didn’t realize you were interested in suitors. You and Epok must still be on the outs with each other then.” Echos of clan members preparing the bonfire could be heard in the distance. A nervous tingle rushed through him at the sounds.

“Oh please, I couldn’t care less about going through a courtship right now but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the attention.” She danced on the balls of her feet while giggling at her own words.

“And Epok?” The laughter died.

“Epok can be upset as long as he likes, I’ve decided it’s time to move on anyways. His attitude is not going to spoil my night.” She scoffed.

Neteyam bit his tongue, not entirely convinced their rendezvous would cease so simply. Still, Vamai deserved to have a good time and it made Neteyam less weary to see how ready she was to take on the night. It was times like these that he couldn’t be more grateful for her exuberant attitude heading the path of their adventures.

“You’re going to love it, Nete! One night to finally let go of every other worry.” The enticement sounded promising coming from her lips. “Besides, I think you need it with your whole forced celibacy.” A knowing look was sent his way, yet another light-hearted wave of sympathy she had been consistently supplying.

He recalled the festivals from home. Most of the time had been spent looking after his siblings or avoiding conversations with eager alphas. The idea of spending one without those tasks was a foreign mystery that wound his nerves together tighter. Perhaps he didn’t enjoy the celebration to the fullest, but they were reliably the same. He knew what to expect and which role to play. The social rules kept him in line with his parents wishes while simultaneously acting as a safety net for his own anxiety.

Here, however, Neteyam was lost. Kxolo didn’t debrief him concerning his place in the festival or prepare him for what to expect. From their eyes, he was considered the Olo’eyktan’s mate. A title he had not an inkling on how to fill. Without an objective, he was bound to have idle hands, something Neteyam had never been well accustomed to.

He yearned to retract more information concerning the celebration from Kxolo but he was afraid it would find a way to revive their conversation at the lake, putting him in a position that could not so easily be escaped again. Kxolo had remained caring and sweet since their last argument but the omega could see that strain in the male’s eyes. He was pushing his patience once more. To back down, however, was a fate that Neteyam could not stomach.

“I don’t even know what I’m supposed to do.” He smoothed the beads encasing his sides till they were curved perfectly against his shape. Vamai’s eyebrows kissed in confusion as she stared back at him.

“What do you mean? Just what I said. Forget all your worries.”

Neteyam was skeptical. It was hard to believe that someone set to be Olo’eyktan’s future mate was meant to dance and drink the night away without care. Yet, it seemed that Kxolo and him were still on shaky ground and he had never agreed to be his mate in the first place. From this perspective, the omega found it easier to disregard his worries of fulfilling responsibilities. Kxolo couldn’t expect him to do anything extraordinary when he was simply a prisoner.

The thick vibrations of a distant horn cut through the air, a signal to begin the festival. Vamai could barely keep her feet on the ground as she dragged him from her family’s hut. The night was already glimmering with bioluminescence that lit their path. Mingled voices floated through the trees. The festival was sure to already have a large crowd participating. A sudden rumble of mighty drums echoed and caught hold of Neteyam’s heart. Every beat radiated through his chest with palpable force.

Breaking through the last bit of greenery, the festival came into focus. Families and friends were already busying themselves with preparing and exchanging carefully crafted meals. The bonfire in the middle painted every Na’vi body in a sea of orange and red, twinkling off of the opulent gems of their ceremonial outfits. Drums continued to shake the ground, bringing the crowd's energy slowly to new heights. Rowdy children could barely be kept in one place as impatient parents rangled food into their stomachs.

A sudden approaching figure captured his attention. Kxolo was decadent in his traditional Olo’ekytan attire, shoulders covered in layers of feathers and horns curved into intimidating lapels. The added dimensions of material seemingly elongated his already broad shoulders and accented his tall frame into a prominent shadow.

Neteyam gulped at the sight.

He felt scarcely fragile and helpless underneath the male’s shadow. The realization however only awakened his omega instincts, marveling at the rippling muscles shifting with every movement underneath the striking feathers.

“Stunning, Ma Neteyam.” Kxolo hummed, curled finger tilting the boy’s chin upwards. He had grown accustomed to the intense gaze that followed him, but the days of built up sexual tension had put his senses to dial eleven. A simple touch or look from his alpha had a stream of arousal dripping down his thighs. He needed the male either pounding inside of him, or twenty feet away at all times. Neteyam had no interest in any gray area.

He shifted uncomfortably underneath the muscular arms that stayed around his hips throughout the meal. Luckily, few words were required from him as the group chatted and laughed easily. Despite his allowed silence, Neteyam could feel the curious eyes resting upon him. Several times he swore he saw a clan member or two lean forward as if to ask Neteyam a question but a subtle shake of Kxolo’s head quickly averted their attention. The moments were so brief and minute, it took several times for the omega to confirm that it was in fact reality and not something he had conjured up in his imagination.

Although he would never admit it, a wave of gratitude towards the alpha washed over him with every one of these occurrences. Already struggling to become accustomed to this new environment, the last thing Neteyam wanted was to answer questions from clan members, especially ones about his relationship with their Olo’eyktan.

“Drink up, chickadee.” Vamai beamed, shoving a glass of alcohol into Neteyam’s hands. Her smile faltered as she noticed Kxolo’s skeptical expression.

“Let’s not get him too drunk, Vamai.”

“It’s just the light stuff, Olo’ekytan. Simply a bit of pre buzz.” It seemed to calm the alpha down enough as he made no remark back, turning to engage in the main conversation again.

From the taste of it, Neteyam could not tell if Vamai had told the truth. The liquid still scourged his throat and left a bitter memory in his mouth but he continued to drink. Her encouraging smiles were the greatest comfort he had received all night, so he was obedient to the omega’s wishes. Vamai was bound to have plans for the evening and Neteyam was past a point of caring what they were as long as it steered him away from his alpha’s intoxicating scent.

By the time the first dances were commencing, the omega could feel the weight of the alcohol nagging at his head. The fog was light enough that he still managed to get through a few dances with Kxolo without stumbling suspiciously or making a fool of himself. He was greatly relieved when the alpha excused himself to talk with some of the other families, unintentionally handing him over to Vamai.

“You need this.” She insisted, handing another cup of the substance over.

A nagging part of his inhibitions warned that it was a bad idea. However, Neteyam was sick of listening to that logic. He feared that listening to his own sensibilities would also lead to trails of thought bringing him back to the mysteries of his responsibilities, and that would only lead to a greater pull of anxiety. He bound the uncertainties with swig after swig of alcohol until it was nothing more than an indiscernible hum.

He watched as Vamai glided across the dance floor, feet barely touching the ground. Gravity was only a suggestion as she seemed to float through the space, each movement connected to the next. Her hips rolled sensually in time with the music while still carrying out the traditional dance moves. The omega never realized how flexible his friend was until she was contorting her body with ease into forms and shapes that made his own muscles ache.

Ecstasy painted her features as her long hair flew and blew in the wind. A hint of something Neteyam longed for was evident in the atmosphere. It was in the curve of her smile, the sparkle in her eyes, the skate of her arms, the rolls of tension that fell from her shoulders. Freedom. Freedom from every worry, trial, or outside intervention possible. Vamai was only present in that moment, a colorful dream that was impossible to grasp. She had escaped.

He wanted it.

No, Neteyam needed it.

“Look who finally came out to play!” Vamai cheered, welcoming Neteyam into the circle. The dance had broken into a freestyle pattern, conjugating sweaty bodies together to move freely. The yips and yells from clan members banged against his ear drums but he found it capable of drowning out his awkward embarrassment. Some moved freely with grace and beauty while others stumbled to stay upright, but neither were mocked. Friends clinged to one another for balance with grinning faces.

The tension in his limbs loosened as Vamai patiently guided his body into a slowed body roll. After several times her congratulations told Neteyam he had gotten the swing of it. As he became more comfortable, the omega began to add in his own flare of movements, letting the banging music swing his body from one way to the other. Vamai’s pleased expression spurred his confidence higher. They riffed off of one another, limbs occasionally intertwining and twirling together when appropriate.

The pressure began to lift.

The next glass was taken giddily, ignoring the horrid taste in favor of swigging it down quickly. The added energy buzzed through his veins, prompting bold movements and twirls that almost had both of them toppling over. The fall only added to their laughter, gripping at one another to find proper footing.

Colors and music swirled into a playful excitement. All sense of time was lost as he continued to find release through sloppy movements. Vamai proved to be the ultimate hype woman as she not only cheered at but joined in on every mess of movements he managed to string together.At one point a younger alpha came to ask for a dance but she was quick to turn him down, claiming Neteyam was her partner for the rest of the night. He clung to her happily at the words, both giggling in sync.

The forest was alive with sounds of music and screeches from smiling faces. Some warriors laughed and cheered as they continued to try and outdrink the others, playful bets mixing in with the slurred sentences. Children ran a rampage through the crowd, occasionally making it through the dance floor to weave their way past their legs. Even several of the elderly were helped to their feet and encouraged to dance to the rhythm.

Neteyam lost sight of Kxolo, brain unable to muddle together the reason the alpha had left in the first place. Regardless, his train of thought only skipped over the subject for a minute before becoming distracted by the clinking of the beads in Vamai’s hair.

Vamai and him became entranced in their own bubble of excitement and adrenaline. The rest of the scene was a complete blur to the omega. He skipped and jumped till his intake of air became near asthmatic. Vamai too began to stumble and leer between directions, having downed her fifth glass of intoxication. The buzz increased to an electric thrill coursing through him, moving his body into obscene patterns of movement.

There was only one thing that was missing from the moment. Or rather, one person.

His toes caught on an unseen root, completely throwing off his center of balance. The crash of dirt against his bones did not come however as frantic hands quickly caught him. The feel of veiny long fingers gripping him sparked a flame of joy. Alpha.

“Woah there, are you alright?” The smell that filled his nose was not the expected musk of pine and wood. It weaved through his senses incorrectly, causing his nose to scrunch. Not Kxolo.

The stranger helped him back onto his feet. The alpha stood a head taller than Neteyam, small braids dangled along his cheek as the rest of his hair was pulled back into a messy bun. Even in his intoxicated state, Neteyam didn’t miss the way the stranger’s eyes raked up and down his form. He shivered under the gaze, the attention was strangely off putting.

“Do you need help?” He slowly drawled, eyes pointing to the tangle of beads knotted together across Neteyam’s ribs. He went to decline the offer but something else caught his attention.

Kxolo stared at him from the sidelines. Although still mostly turned towards the group of Na’vi he was conversing with, his eyes never left the interaction between Neteyam and the other male. A certain weariness was present in his expression. The omega could practically feel the tension of each muscle, ready to jump into action at a moment’s notice.

“Yes.” The confirmation slipped out without permission. He didn’t know why he did it, but an idea was quickly forming.

The other male was all too eager to untie the knots carefully for him, fingers lingering just a hair too long. Vamai, although drunk past coherency, watched the scene with raised eyebrows, silently questioning what Neteyam was up to. The Sully boy, however, was too focused on Kxolo’s now turned figure to care what his friend was thinking. The Olo’eyktan had been pulled back into the important conversation, but for a moment he had the male’s attention. There was a sparkle of arousal. A hint of growing lust. A crack in the alpha’s fortress of self control.

“If you want, I could teach you some moves. Be here to supervise in case you take another fall.” The alpha winked back at him, a suggestive smirk firmly in place. The stranger didn’t try to hide the flirty undertone. He didn’t bother to be strategic with the timing of his eyes drinking in the sight of Neteyam. The foreign attention crept a chill down his spine, but it didn’t matter.

A small part of him knew that this wouldn’t be his usual choice. Perhaps if the thick fog of alcohol hadn’t clouded every thought, he would think more critically. Mapping out the situation and its consequences like Neteyam was accustomed to. Maybe if there was an ounce left of him that did not burn and ache for his mate after being denied for so long, every desire pushing him towards desperate measures, there could be a reality where responsibility won out over desire.

But Neteyam knew that was not this reality.

He had been pushed towards darker schemes to sate his desire.

“Alright.” The taller male’s smirk slithered into a wider grin at the submissive tone. The omega barely had any time to send Vamai a reassuring look before he was dragged away from the small gaggle of people.

Neteyam strained to casually search for the sight of his true alpha from their new vantage point. It was near impossible to locate the male over the taller bodies blocking his view. Regardless, he was past the point of no return.

“Come here.” The male cooed, gesturing him forward. The words were splintered against his ears. The progression of undertones in the voice was wrong. It did nothing to excite or intrigue him because deep down his body knew the difference. The gentle grip on his hips was even worse. It left a sizzling prickle against his skin. Neteyam struggled not to itch at the area while still locking a small smile onto his face.

The two began to sway back and forth, guided by the strangers hands against the bead covered hips. The drunk haze was doing little to loosen the omega up again. His movement felt robotic. Forced. That was until he felt a familiar penetrating gaze tickling at the back of his neck. There was no need to look. Neteyam knew his mate was watching.

The observation renewed his vigor. He pulled the alpha closer with his small hands teasing at his neck. The responding grin was only white noise to Neteyam’s real focus as he swirled his hips painstakingly slowly into a figure eight pattern. The heat from the glare poured over him like lava, slow and thick as it seeped into his flesh right down to his soul. The beginnings of arousal gathered between his cheeks.

The couple finally turned in a way that allowed him to spot Kxolo in the distance. Even with the dim light and morphed vision he had in his drunken state, Neteyam could see the rage in his features. His hands curled tightly around the cup to the point of splintering. A deadly stillness.

The hands that held him close were dull mirages in comparison to the tangible hold Kxolo had on him from only the flicker of dilated pupils. It was the Olo’eyktan’s fixation on him that pulled over him in a pleasurable exploration, stripped every layer till there was not a single part of him that could be hidden from him. He was pulled into Kxolo’s orbit, a simple planet unable to break the natural forces of his lure.

When?

When would that last wire of self discipline snap?

When would his body and soul be reclaimed by his alpha? The skilled hands that would pluck his strings easily till it sang for its master. With not the slightest of touches his body already sang for relief in form of glistening slick decorating his thighs. Every nerve of his being recognized who he belonged to, but he needed to feel it. Needed Kxolo to carve his claim inside and out.

Heavy air against the column of his throat caught his breath. The stranger ran the flat of his nose along the smooth skin from jaw to shoulder. Neteyam’s muscles locked together in horror as the alpha foolishly continued to scent him. The faintest indication of the stranger’s closeness at his neck crawled against him, tainting every morsel of intimacy. His lungs struggled to find grip on the air suffocating him.

Blown out pupils frantically searched for Kxolo’s form, but he was gone. Panic began to build. His chest tightened, still struggling for air.

Then the body was gone.

Kxolo mercilessly yanked the other male away from Neteyam. Without a second to process the turn of events the Olo’eyktan had him slammed against the nearest tree, nails threatening to draw blood from the other alpha’s shoulders. The male was too stunned to speak. The intimidating roar of darkness that consumed the alpha caused him to stumble and gasp for the right words.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” The rumble of tones was unrecognizable, completely foreign to the usual smooth honey Kxolo’s voice held. A shiver rippled through the crowd. Dancing and music ceased in a domino effect. The only Na’vi continuing their celebrations were small children who fumbled to understand the situation. Countless pairs of golden eyes were pinpointed on their raging Olo’eyktan and the foolish male. The boy squirmed underneath the hold, sputtering out fragmented sentences meant to cool Kxolo’s burning flame.

For a moment it occurred to Neteyam that he should jump in to save the stranger.

Drunkenly fumbled footprints brought him slightly closer to the interaction.

Kxolo whipped his head back to glare at him, long braids swinging with the sharp movement. The warning in those eyes was all it took to bind Neteyam to his spot. His feral attention returned to the shrinking male trapped to the tree.

“He.Is. Mine.” The deadly tendrils of the tone wrapped around the omega, eliciting uncontrolled tremors to shake his frame. A pang of sympathy rang through him for the alpha being addressed.

“O-Olo’eyktan I’m s-sorry… I was-”

“I am not to catch you so much as breathing in his direction again. Is that clear?” Unspoken threats carried themselves between the lines. The crackle of flames were the only sounds reverberating across the clearing.

“Crystal.” His immediate response came.

A prolonged pause settled into the moment. Kxolo didn’t pull away instantly. He let the male sit in the moment, drowning in the dark tension. A sufficient amount of time to leave a clearly imprinted memory of his anger in the boy’s mind.

He was released carelessly causing him to stumble, but there was no time for Neteyam to see where the male landed as the burning intensity shifted towards him instead. His stomach dropped as he was easily hauled up onto Kxolo’s shoulder. The ornate feathers rubbed at his skin with every heavy footstep the alpha took. Neteyam strained his neck in order to catch a glance at Vamai. Her suggestive wink did nothing to calm his nerves.

The chatter and glow from the festival faded slowly as Kxolo continued to carry him further into the forest. His head still spun from the alcohol but adrenaline was quickly bringing his sense back to life. Neteyam didn’t struggle against the hard clamp around his thighs keeping him in place. Truth be told, he didn’t want to. Fear bled into arousal till he was basking in the heat radiating from his mate.

When he was set back onto his feet, Neteyam found himself in a similar position to the other male moments prior. Kxolo caged him against the tree. The piney musk encapsulated every sense as the pheromones made him weak in the knees. Neteyam ran his hands along the defined muscle of Kxolo’s stomach and chest, the warmth sent greater shock waves of lust through him. In no way was it the time to play, but his hindbrain couldn’t care less. He was so close. So warm. So intoxicatingly possessive. It made his mind reel with ideas on how to bottle and use that forbidden energy.

“Care to explain to me what was going through your head?” Neteyam knew better than to take it as anything other than what it was, an order.

Greedily, a sinister part of him yearned for more of that domineering rage. A primal curiosity that begged to fuel those flames till he was consumed by them. To see how ravaged and feral his alpha could be. What he would do to stake his claim. To ravish him until he was a puddle of white hot desire.

Those yearnings strangled all logic.

“I thought maybe he would give me an orgasm since you refuse to.” Bravely, Neteyam lifted his eyes to meet his captor’s. His expression was unreadable, frozen in time.

Slowly, a chilling dark laugh escaped Kxolo’s lips. The smirk that followed suit had Neteyam’s confidence plummeting. Apprehension weighed heavy upon him.

“You want to cum, baby boy?” The heavy tone covering the words stood out in contrast to the hard steel in Kxolo’s gaze.

Neteyam nodded.

Kxolo snaked a large hand up to clamp around the omega’s jaw. The boy’s soft cheeks were squished between his fingers, head moved to the side by the harsh grip.

“You’ll cum, sweet thing.” Relief flooded his chest. “But be careful what you wish for.” The threatening cloud of ambiguity floated in the dark tone. Lazy thought trailed to find the catch, but the answers slipped away.

Kxolo’s lips crashed against his own. The kiss was anything but gentle. Teeth and tongue dominated his lips and mouth. Neteyam didn’t notice the grip in his hair until it tugged mercilessly at his braids. A gasp of pain left his lips that was quickly swallowed by his alpha. There was not a moment to breathe or think as sharp teeth rolled his soft bottom lip between them.

Neteyam yanked at the Olo’eyktan’s hips. He needed to feel the alpha’s toned body against his own. Need to touch taste and feel every piece till it was carved into his memory. Kindly, Kxolo obliged. Neteyam’s moans came out muffled into the kiss as his groin felt the immense pressure of the taller male’s sculpted thigh pressing against it. Bodies molded together, there was no room to think, let alone breathe.

A line of saliva connected their swollen lips when the alpha finally pulled away.

Kxolo ravenously went to rip away the beads entangling him from the soft skin. Neteyam had just enough brain cells working to remember how long Leynyey spent putting together the garment. He was barely able to push the large hands away and unclasp the material till it fell away. The Olo’eyktan continued to grasp and rip away any jewelry or cloth covering the boy till he was completely bare.

Neteyam cheeks glistened with arousal as his small cock ached, standing at attention against his stomach. Desperate hands yanked Kxolo back by the horn lapels, crying out for attention. His pleas were not ignored as the alpha wrapped one large hand around the boy’s shaft, pumping quickly without prelude. Neteyam bucked and hissed against the hold as precum lubricated the motion. Immense pleasure rolled through his body at the feeling of finally being held and touched after so long.

Still, he yearned for more.

He needed to be consumed by this man.

Kxolo ran his thumb over the head, smearing the white sticky substance. The other hand slithered back towards his gaping hole to gather the slick then drag it back towards his leaking cock. Neteyam twitched and gaped at the relentless petting and pumping, already nearing his orgasm quickly. His bottom half was already a mess of sticky substance shining against his skin to prove his desperate lust. The calloused hands were unraveling him.

Every source of energy was used to hold himself back from climaxing. This couldn’t end in a simple hand job, he needed the alpha inside.

“K-kxolo please! Need you inside now! Need it so bad.” He couldn’t find it in himself to care how humiliating his mewling begging sounded. Kxolo was unswayed from his current attack of bruises he was scattering along Neteyam’s throat, even as the omega continued to tug harder at the lapels.

“I know, baby. You need your alpha to fuck you, don’t you?” The baritone voice alone could have brought him into a world shattering orgasm, but Neteyam clenched his thighs to hold himself back. Two fingers pushed inside of his wet hole. The objective became even more difficult. He forced images of his grandma or bloody guts to the forefront of his mind in an effort to keep his climax at distance.

“Just need to have your little hole fucked to get you to behave, huh?”

“YES! Yes oh please!” Neteyam barely recognized his own voice traveling in the humid heat. Three fingers scissored inside of his gummy walls. The blunt nails occasionally scraped inside and brought a pleasurable pain to the surface.

“Well isn’t it your lucky day.” Kxolo ground out between clenched teeth. The sensation stopped as the alpha hooked a bent arm under each of his legs. Spread out and practically bent in half, Neteyam could hardly function out of pure excitement.

“Guide my cock in, omega.” Kxolo smirked, eyes still ablaze deviously. It was one of the few things Neteyam was properly able to understand and eager to obey.

He swiped at the soft fabric that already had a wet spot forming from the aching bulge. His length sprung out with a heavy slap to Kxolo’s freckle speckled stomach. The mushroom tip leaked pre cum while the shaft twitched at every grab the omega made at it. Deja vu set in as he remembered the taste and feeling of the heavy member plummeting into the back of his throat. Saliva gathered in his mouth. The only thing that kept him from dropping down and worshiping the cock with his mouth right then and there was the pulsations of his needy hole.

His dainty hand couldn’t reach around the entire width of the member but Neteyam still managed to line it up to his quivering hole. The mushroom tip just barely slipped in past the rim before his hands were shaking from ecstasy. From there, Kxolo took over. His strong pelvis consistently pushed the cock up and inwards without break till the omega’s supple cheeks cushioned his hips.

Kxolo threw his head back in pleasure, long hair cascading backwards as the bioluminescence painted the broad expanse of his shoulders and neck.

The orgasm ripped through Neteyam. Speckled stars dotted his vision. His bent legs trembled in the alpha’s hold as his hole cinched around the thick cock tightly.

“Oh Eywa! That’s it. Cum on my cock, baby boy.” The growled words helped the omega ride out the orgasm till his stomach was a mess of cum and slick. His breath came out in shattered gasps. There was no time for recovery, however, as the Olo’eyktan began to slide his cock in and out of the tight channel.

He twitched from sensitivity, brain reeling to understand what was occurring. Moans and whimpers left his lips as he ogled the way the flexed biceps held the entirety of his weight. Still, the building coil in his stomach began to twist again. He was exhausted, but his body was gearing up for another round.

“A-alpha.” The sentence died from a rough thrust hitting at his g spot. His amber eyes rolled to the back of his head.

“Good job baby, that’s number one.” Kxolo praised between groans. Confusion swirled tighter at the words, getting knocked off the train of thought every time the invading force hit at his rosy spot.

“What?”

“Your first orgasm of many tonight. You didn’t think we were done, did you?” The alpha’s smirk seeped into his condescending tone. Neteyam’s eyes widened despite the heavy pull of his lids. Kxolo was unyielding in his thrusts, setting into stone how serious his promise was.

“You said you wanted to cum, baby boy. So you will,” Kxolo leaned in until his hot breath was tickling the column of his throat. “Over and over again til I say you can stop.” Sharp canines pinched at the skin.

“B-but-” He went to protest but deep down his hindbrain screamed in joy at the idea. His already split open hole began to leak like a river over the veiny shaft pumping inside of him.

“Actions have consequences, omega. You’ve been begging me to fuck you all week. And now here I am giving you,” He thrust upward to the hilt. “every. single. inch” Each word was accented with brutal thrusts that had Neteyam’s toes curling in pleasure. The angle allowed the alpha to sink his cock deeply till the omega swore he could feel it rearranging his guts. The overwhelming feeling of being filled raced him towards another impending orgasm.

Kxolo too, appeared to be getting closer, if his increased pace was an indication. The sloppy wet sounds of skin upon skin racketted through the forests. It played an obscene melody when mixed with Neteyam’s whimpers and Kxolo’s ferocious growls.

“I have one condition though, baby.” He huffed out with pinched eyebrows. Neteyam was ready to agree to anything if it meant finding another release for the ever tightening need that twisted and pulled through his veins. His hole fluttered and pulled at the thick member, rearranging to fit the cock’s shape and width. Hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, the omega nodded without a second thought.

It was apparently not enough. Kxolo sharply tugged at the thin skin at Neteyam’s jaw with his teeth in retaliation.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

Neteyam struggled to keep his heavy lids open wide enough to clearly see his mate. Kxolo’s own flushed face morphed into a crooked smirk. Devilish intentions sparkled in his blown out pupils. A gut twisting contrast to the usual patient restraint he wore around the boy. Feral need had taken over into possessive demonstration. The usual constructs of his personality had been stripped away to reveal one identity. An alpha claiming his mate.

“I need you to scream for me. Need you to let out every whimper, moan, and beg that comes across your lips till it reaches that bastard. Till he knows who is fucking your tight little hole. Who your ass belongs to.” His baritone rippled into a rumbling growl that settled into Neteyam’s bones. Shriveled whimpers of agreement evaded his lip until he was rewarded with sweet praises.

The alpha’s pleasure at the obedience was expressed through persistent prods of his shaft tantalizing his g spot. Blissed out euphoria rose within the omega, forever reaching closer towards a second release. Neteyam blindly reached for Kxolo’s braids to use for grounding himself. Each tug had another low growl reverberating through the Olo’ekytan’s chest.

His sticky thighs dribbled warm slick and cum onto the flexing forearms that held him up against the tree. The rosy cheeks of his ass only grew a hotter red with the consistent hit of Kxolo’s ball sack slapping against him at every thrust. A pace that had increased to near madness till both males were groaning out their approval. Stuttering lips struggled to form words between the endless moans.

“Tell me what you want, omega.” It was near impossible to acquiesce his request with the waves of pleasure strangling any resemblance of coherent thought he had left. His rosy bud became the centralized target of the girthy length. The twitching hardness indicated a release soon approaching for the alpha and that thought alone was enough for Neteyam to grasp onto.

“Want your cum, daddy. Need you to f-fill me up. Please!” The forced screeching was worth seeing the darkened determined expression that overtook Kxolo’s face. The omega swore he would beg a thousand times over if it meant witnessing that possessive sneer each time.

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You’ll take all of daddy’s cum.” He promised.

His walls tightened around Kxolo’s cock at every stroke, making it progressively more difficult to continue the jack hammering pace. The promise had Neteyam’s legs shaking in anticipation and pleasure, small squeaks leaving his lips at every impact to his rosy spot. Kxolo was ravenous as he continued to attack the spot with determined precision, smirking at the sticky arousal running down his cock. His hungry gaze fixated on where their bodies connected, entranced by the way his omega sucked him in so nicely.

It was a simultaneous yank to his hair and pulse of Neteyam’s walls that pushed the alpha over the edge. The omega’s own orgasm ripped through him harshly at the feel of the warm sticky cum filling him to the brim. The scream that left his lips was a foreign sound to Neteyam. He was sure that at least a few people at the festival would be able to hear it, but his brain was too overloaded with the intense sensations to care. Kxolo’s own growl rocked him through the euphoric feeling, basking in the closeness he shared with the male.

“What a good boy.” Kxolo groaned, voice still rough with the timber of post orgasmic bliss. Neteyam could hardly control his breathing, let alone consider putting together a response. Kisses were placed along his throat as Kxolo lowered him down onto shaky legs.

He gripped the male’s biceps in order to steady himself and keep from collapsing to the ground. Neteyam didn’t have to stand long as the alpha made quick work of lowering him on his back on a patch of soft grass. Kxolo ran his nose along the curve of Neteyam’s neck leisurely. His body broke out into goosebumps, the act somehow feeling even more intimate than the alpha’s cock buried in his hole moments before. A frustrated growl rumbled in the pit of the Olo’eyktan’s chest. The omega gulped nervously.

“Still smell like that fucking skxawng.” Kxolo was deaf to Neteyam’s whimpers as he went to work on fixing the problem. Calloused hands pushed his legs up against his chest again, exposing his weeping hole spilling out with cum and slick. The essence of their mixed scents lingered in the air, causing a smirk to curve along the Olo’eyktan’s face.

“You’re leaking, my love.” Kxolo fondly tutted in feigned disapproval. Neteyam felt worlds away, only able to recognize the deep timbers of his mate’s voice. Kxolo swiped his fingers along the rim to collect the sticky cum. The omega expected him to push it back inside, perhaps make a comment about keeping it in, but he was surprised to find the male pushing his head to the side.

“This ought to do the trick.” Kxolo deviously smirked, rubbing the sticky substance thoroughly into the soft skin of his throat. Clouded possession stormed the alpha’s golden eyes and a whimper left the omega’s lips at the sight. The weight of Kxolo’s claim on his body and soul settled over him, warm and heady. He didn’t stop rubbing until the boy’s neck was shimmering in the light with the sticky evidence. Their scents coalesced in a way that could not be mistaken. Tonight's mistake would not repeat itself.

Large hands encased either side of his face, tenderly pulling him in for a passionately slowed kiss. The warmth of Kxolo’s lips against his own coursed through his veins, dragging him down towards the safety and security of blind submission.

“Are you ready to give me more, baby?” The words flitted slowly across his lips, rubbing against Neteyam’s bottom lip. It wasn’t until a hand was snaked down to tease at his half hard cock that the meaning became clear to Neteyam. He shook his head, braids rubbing into the soft dirt and grass.

“A-alpha I don’t think I can.” He whined with an unashamed pout. Although a smile graced his lips, there was still a glimmer of stern promise in Kxolo’s countenance. The pleasure was only a mask for the true purpose. This was not only meant to claim, but also punish Neteyam.

“Of course you can and will, baby boy.” His encouraging grin did not conceal the satisfaction in Kxolo’s eyes. The satisfaction of securing his omega back into place, back underneath him where he belonged. To handle his body with expertise that reduced the omega to putty in his hands.

Neteyam’s senses were at war with one another. His hindbrain purred at him to please and obey the alpha, basking in the pleasure and attention Kxolo provided. His body in and of itself was confused and unresolved as each stroke of those large hands against his length brought a fiery mix of pleasure and pain. He was so sensitive and yet somehow still so eager.

“Gonna give me everything, isn’t that right my love?” The purring baritone coaxed at him, leading him back into the dark mist of pleasure and obedience. That warm comfort coerced his head to nod in agreement lazily. It would be worth it. His alpha would reward him so sweetly. Take care of him.

The alluring promises consumed his thoughts.

“Remember what I said about those pretty noises, baby?” Kxolo reminded him with an emphatic squeeze to the small cock he pumped. Neteyam went to respond but the pressure only brought a drawled whine from his throat. It seemed to be accepted appropriately in place of legitimate words. “That’s right baby, want to hear you nice and loud.”

The sparkling approval etched into Kxolo’s expression was hypnotizing. His eyes naturally dragged to follow the male as the alpha slowly dragged his chin down the boy’s chest and navel, never breaking eye contact. Heavy hands firmly splayed across his chest and held him back in place against the soft moss. Upon reaching the boy’s cock, he smirked before chasing after the tip with his wet mouth.

A mangled gasp left Neteyam’s throat as the alpha’s hot mouth gently enclosed around the head. Each sound brightened the twinkle in the Olo’eyktan’s eyes, finally urging him to slide down till his nose touched the omega’s navel. His cock twitched in the suctioning warmth of his mouth. The hypersensitivity caused a raging rush of sensations that bit and sliced at him mercilessly. Dropping up and down the small length, the alpha’s mouth had him back to full mass easily.

Neteyam could barely watch the sight for more than a few seconds before throwing his head back to catch his breath. The harsh pleasure rangled strings of needy moans and screams from his throat without forethought. It fed into a cycle as each sound only served to urge the alpha on. Skilled lips and even teeth would tease and torment his soft length till he was twitching uncontrollably. Once pleased with the signs of desperation, Kxolo would take him in his mouth completely, adding an overwhelming pressure and heat to his sensitive cock.

“AH Great Mother!” Neteyam moaned at the sudden bliss tearing him apart. Kxolo chuckled deeply, sending an overstimulating thrum of vibrations through his straining cock.

The carnal pride in Kxolo’s demeanor pushed the omega closer towards his third orgasm. Neteyam’s primal craving to please his mate clouded over the pain.

“Doing so good, baby boy.” Kxolo praised after coming up for a moment. His bottom lip was lewdly smeared with the boy’s precum. The sight and approval conjured up another obscene moan past the boy’s lips.

Kxolo beamed in response before putting his mouth back to work.

After a few more minutes of endless sucking and attention to his sensitive cock, Neteyam’s orgasm tore into him. His entire body shook while riding through it, spurting what little amount of cum he had left to give down Kxolo’s throat. His screams and whimpers intertwined together into desperate guttural sounds.

When his vision came back into focus again he looked down to find a proud smirk lacing Kxolo’s features. Neteyam’s eyelids drooped heavily. His eyes caught on the decorative feathers concealing his mate’s shoulders, just barely realizing that Kxolo was still fully clothed. Only his loincloth was pushed to the side to release his cock that was back to full mass again.

His shaking hands reached down at the male, seeking his embrace. Kxolo was quick to oblige. He was scooped up easily till he was straddling the Olo’eyktan’s sculpted thighs.

“Almost done, baby.” Kxolo promised while Neteyam hid his face in the layers of large feathers. His body was worn to the bone, but his mind still sizzled with desire.

“I c-can’t.” He cried into the itchy feathers.

“Well then you shouldn’t have flirted with another alpha. You know better than that.” The growl oozed into the previously sweet tone. Still, Kxolo ran soothing lines across the boy’s back.

“I’m sorry.” Neteyam whimpered between hiccups. Kxolo acknowledged his words with a deep hum, fingers trailing down to trace the omega’s weeping rim.

“I know you are, sweet thing. I know it won’t happen again, will it?” The deep sweet timber held a slight edge of warning at the question. Neteyam knew it wasn’t rhetorical. He was waiting for him to answer. To sate his possessive impulses with sweet promises of devotion.

“It won’t it won’t.” Neteyam babbled between his hiccups.

His hysteric ramblings were shushed by Kxolo guiding his face out from his broad shoulder and into a sweet kiss. He melted into the touch, basking in the intimacy of gentle lips against his own. The feeling sent pleasurable tingles down his spine, casting his worries off into oblivion.

“Want you.” Neteyam whispered as they finally pulled away.

“You have me.” Kxolo softly promised.

The reassurance awakened another spike of arousal. He needed to feel their bodies connected once more. To seal heartfelt promises with cherished acts of primal nature. Kxolo could sense the shift, see the dilated pupils hungry with desire.

“One more?” Neteyam checked softly.

“Just one more, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you? One more orgasm for your alpha?” The smooth as honey voice, spurred another wave of determination in Neteyam.

“Yes daddy.” He murmured.

“Good fucking boy.” Kxolo proudly praised with a pleased growl. His hard cock twitched between their pressed bodies, drawing Neteyam’s attention.

Without waiting for permission, Neteyam settled himself above the alpha’s thick length, anxiously preparing to sink himself down onto it. One rough hand gripped the boy’s hip while the other guided his length to the twitching hole, still sticky with cum and slick. Kxolo let out an unrestrained groan as he watched the omega’s hole stretch around his cock once more. So willing. So inviting. It morphed around his cock, perfectly sucking him in until it stole the air from his lungs.

Neteyam let out a breathless scream as he was filled to the hilt. Deep rooted lust rushed through him as he felt the cum from earlier seep around his alpha’s cock, already ready to be filled again. The fleshy tip rested against the sensitive bud inside of him. It tantalized and teased at the boy as he tried to shift his hips in order to grasp at that spot better.

Using the last bit of energy he had, he began to ride his alpha’s cock. His thighs trembled with the effort it took to lift himself up and down while feeling that delicious stretch. Coarse pleasure radiated through him but it was never enough. No matter which way he shifted he couldn’t position himself properly to feel the pressure against his sweet rosy spot. The growing frustration brought tears to his eyes, even as Kxolo used a grip on his hips to help him up and down.

The air was knocked out of his lungs as he found himself suddenly pressed onto his back on the ground, while the Olo’eyktan’s length never leaving his body.

“Don’t worry, pretty thing. Daddy’s going to take care of you.” Kxolo said between kisses placed to his chest and navel. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as his mate picked up into a toe curling pace. The mushroom head of his cock deliciously hit against his g spot, sending tendrils of pleasure grasping at every nerve in his body. “Sweet Mother, Neteyam! I swear your little hole was made for taking me.” Kxolo ground out between clenched teeth.

His velvety walls clenched and pulsed at the praise. He drew him in with every thrust, reveling in the way it felt to be connected to his alpha. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance to the music of their euphoric moans and growls. Their sweat covered bodies reflected the bioluminescence of the night with a glimmering sparkle.

Neteyam’s body surged with the sensations of overstimulation, barely able to handle the onslaught of pleasure. At the feel of his trembling legs, Kxolo took over the motions. He slung one leg over his left shoulder, the new angle allowing him to plummet deeper inside of him. He was rewarded with a new string of incoherent noises coming from Neteyam. Music to his ears.

“My pretty omega, so good for me.” The dark purr caressed at the curves of the boy’s entangled body.

Tears escaped the corners of Neteyam’s golden eyes. Their mixed cacophony of slapping skin and lust filled manifestations of sound boomed through the area. His primal brain imagined what the other clan members at the festival would be hearing. Their Olo’eyktan devouring his body and soul, leaving him nothing but an overstimulated whining mess. Were it not for the cloud of lust guarding his inhibitions, Neteyam was sure he would be worried. However, this realization only strengthened his feral pleasure.

“Kxolo.” He sang his name in a pitched moan.

The Olo’eyktan happily nipped at the collarbones he was previously kissing in approval. The sweet incantation of his name on the omega’s lips fueled the fire within him. He focalized his attention to that spongy spot inside of him while sucking and kissing bruises into the azure skin along Neteyam’s chest.

The tightening of those gummy walls around him showed that the omega was nearing his fourth orgasm of the night. Seeking to push him over the edge, Kxolo began to bite and suck hickeys into the inner thigh of the leg thrown over his shoulder.

“Don’t hold back, baby boy. Give it to me.” He urged him between kisses.

Tears rolled down Neteyam’s cheeks as he found his climax once more. A soft sob morphed into a powerful moan that made his chest ache as he was rocked through the sweet sensations. White hot pleasure overtook every other feeling.

Kxolo kissed sweet praises against the boy’s lips. His own orgasm followed behind the boy’s with a few more thrusts. He painted the velvety walls in his warm cum until it dribbled out along Neteyam’s thighs. His massive body collapsed onto the omega, braced hands trying to keep some of his weight off of the smaller boy.

Labored breathing filled the silence as they held one another close. Neteyam’s silent tears cascaded onto the smooth trail of Kxolo’s neck. He inhaled the alpha’s scent deeply. The musky aroma calmed his pounding heart. A shaky breath eluded him as Kxolo carefully pulled out of him. He went to get off of him, perhaps roll them over, but Neteyam whimpered and held fast. He enjoyed the comforting weight of his frame along with the warmth he could snuggle into.

Kxolo sighed and obliged, positioning himself so that he wouldn’t crush the small omega beneath him.

“I’m sorry.” Neteyam said, voice still rough from the exertions of the night.

“There’s no need to apologize again. It wasn’t all your fau-”

“No, not that.” Neteyam corrected him, arms encircling the male’s tapered waist tightly. “I’m sorry for running. I just got worried and then Lo’ak was there and so I j-just…” His voice began to crumble as more tears threatened to fall.

“Hush my love, it’s alright. It is already behind us.” He cooed sweetly. Kxolo kissed away each tear that fell from Neteyam’s shimmering eyes. The inner turmoil that had been coiling inside of him finally loosened, unraveling into unburdened relief. “I’ve got you.” The Olo’eyktan sweetly promised.

Neteyam looked up into those comforting eyes.

Everything else slipped away.

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Ma Neteyam pt.8

Part 7, Part 9

Summary: Lo'ak has a knack for kicking up trouble.

Warnings: swearing, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, sexual tension, power imbalance, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, violence, alchohol consumption

“To virginity,” Vamai raised the wooden cup high in the air. “Who needs it anyways?” She laughed before clicking her cup against Neteyam’s. He rolled his eyes at her obvious smugness concerning the topic. Ever since he was let out of the tent this morning she had been acting as if she were an infamous matchmaker that had made the whole thing happen.

The Sully boy figured there were times when it was simply best to just let the girl have her fun. Fighting against her ideas would only result in a headache.

He tried to imitate the other omega who was drowning half the liquid in one go, but the taste was more bitter than he expected. His eyes squinted shut as he forced himself to swallow the alcohol. Neteyam had only tried inhibiting substance once earlier that year at a festival. He was only allowed one glass and although it was strange, he didn’t remember it burning his throat as much as this concoction.

“It’s awful!” He sputtered out. Vamai’s laughter picked up, studying the pained expression across her friend’s face.

“It’s just rich from being marinated for so long. Have you even had alcohol before, Nete?” Her mocking words made Neteyam glare back at the girl. He didn’t like that way her assumptions made him feel exposed as they were usually pretty close to the truth.

“For your information, I have.” No need to tell her it was only one drink.

Shifting to her knees, Vamai raised her eyebrows in a way that told Neteyam she considered him ‘a delicate little flower’. Her words, not his own. While the teasing did get to the omega at times, he couldn’t deny how much her company meant to him. He needed a break from overprotective alphas that bossed him around day in and day out, even if one alpha in particular made him cum till he could barely remember his own name.

“What was Kxolo talking about last night, anyways?” Her confident composure slipped for a moment as Neteyam intently stared her down.

“I didn’t think you would remember that with the way you were unable to string together a sentence.” Vamai tried to smirk back, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Come on! Who am I going to tell anyways?” He held his hand up in surrender. Neteyam felt silly for wanting gossip so badly but he was quickly tiring of only talking about his complicated relationship with the Olo’eyktan.

“Well I guess that is true since your boyfriend seems to already know.” Vamai pinched her chin, feigning a thoughtful look.

“Yeah and how is that fair? Why did he get to know before me?”

“Trust me, Neteyam. I had no intention of letting my Olo’eyktan find out about my sexual relationships. I still haven’t figured out how he knew. That man can be scary sometimes. I swear he has eyes in the back of his head!” Vamai dramatically whipped a hand through the water in frustration.

“You’re telling me.” Neteyam muttered under his breath. “Hold on a sec, can we touch back on the sexual relationship part of that? You and Epok have been…you know..” The omega trailed off, not sure how to phrase it.

“Great Mother, Neteyam! You lost your virginity last night and you still have a hard time saying the word sex.” Her messy hair blew in the wind as the girl continued to giggle uncontrollably. Neteyam’s jaw clenched at the scene.

“Stop deflecting!” He accused, taking another swig of the nasty liquid. Vamai scoffed as she watched Neteyam struggle to get down another gulp.

“Yes, Neteyam. Epok has been fucking me.” Neteyam choked on his wine at the blunt language. “How else do you think we got this alcohol?” Vamai sat back comfortably, arms resting on her propped knee. Her gleaming eyes sparkled with amusement.

“So then you guys are like…together?” The boy questioned, setting his cup down for good with a grimace.

“It’s called friends with benefits, Nete.” She threw her head back to finish off the last of the dark drink, silently wishing she had asked for more to split between the two. One cup was never enough to get her tipsy. “He has needs and so do I. Conveniently they compliment each other quite well, so at the end of the day everyone wins.”

Neteyam was familiar with the term, having heard a conversation between Lo’ak and one his other alpha friends about it. He didn’t get much out of it before Lo’ak was shooing him away, but he knew the basics.

“Oh well, I guess that’s nice then.” His fingers drummed against his crossed legs.

“Well it’s more than nice, silly boy.” She kicked her foot against his knee teasingly. “But yes, it works well. He is a beta so I don’t have to worry as much about jealousy and being bossed around. And meanwhile, he gets the best ride of his life.” She confidently tossed her hair over one shoulder.

“And you are sure you’re ju-”

“Mystery solved!” The booming voice from behind,startled both omegas into whipping around drastically. Kxolo strode confidently in their direction from the other side of the lake.

“Shit! It’s Olo’eyktan.” Vamai panicked, looking for a place to hide the cup. “Destroy the evidence!” She whispered harshly at Neteyam. He chucked the cup and liquid into the nearest bush without another thought. The two stood nervously as they watched Kxolo confidently approach.

“Now is the time to turn on your charm, Neteyam.” Vamai whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Butterflies swarmed in his stomach at the words.

“I don’t have a charm.” He urgently whispered. His eyes raked back and forth across the Olo’eyktan’s face to see if he was already angry.

“Well you better find it.” She gritted out before the male was in earshot.

“Olo’eyktan.” Vamai greeted respectfully, touching her forehead to sign ‘I see you’. “What a surprise. Neteyam was just talking about how much he misses you.”

“I know you two took the wine.” Kxolo cut in, crossing his arms over his chest. Towering over the two in a wide stance, Neteyam couldn’t help but shrivel a little. His mind scrambled uselessly to find a way out of trouble.

“What? Wine? Didn’t know you were missing any, but we will keep an eye out for it. Won’t we, Neteyam?” A firm look to the other omega, had Neteyam nodding his head.

“Don’t bother, I could see you drinking from the other side and Neteyam is already about to topple over.” The boy furrowed his eyebrows, about to defend his sober state but one look down made him realize he was in fact swaying from side to side wobbly. When did he get tipsy?

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad.” Kxolo chuckled, giving an amused shake to his head. “This time.” he added and Vamai’s smile dropped.

“Sorry Olo’eyktan.” She mumbled, toes kicking against stray rocks. Neteyam watched her kick at a purple little rock, admiring the beautiful shade. It took him a minute to realize that all eyes were on him. His head whipped back and forth between the two.

“Oh! Sorry.” He squeaked nervously. A fond grin spread across the alpha’s face, seemingly less upset.

“Come on, naughty boy.” Kxolo’s voice was laced with amusement as he slipped three fingers around Neteyam’s loincloth strap and used it to tug the boy towards him. Neteyam stumbled and shuffled until he fell against the male’s warm chest. “Time to get ready for bed.”

Kxolo repositioned the omega until he was standing properly and tucked into his side safely. The boy couldn’t help but lean eagerly into the larger form, taking in the alluring scent of his mate. The three walked back together as Vamai rambled on about her favorite drinking stories she had heard. Kxolo could barely register a word she said as he continued to peek down at the sweet omega clinging to him. A warm feeling settled in his chest, content that his whole world was finally by his side.

The rumbled breathing beneath Neteyam’s ear had him slumbering effortlessly. As always, Neteyam was curled sweetly around the larger male, cocooned safely by muscular arms holding him against the Olo’eyktan’s heaving chest. The familiar musky scent had made it easier for the omega to drift off night after night as he grew to associate the smell with being coddled in Kxolo’s arms.

“Olo’eyktan!” The earnest voice cut through the tent to awaken both males. Kxolo immediately pulled Neteyam flush against his body, ready to shield him from harm. His growls died down as he recognized the form at the entrance of their tent as one of the alpha warriors currently on watch. “Sign of Sky People just outside the village. Perhaps a whole squad of them!”

Neteyam could feel his heart lurch into his throat, his father’s war stories instantly coming to surface in his head. Kxolo was quick to react, jumping from the ground to secure a long knife in its sheath across his chest along with his bow and arrows swung over the expanse.

Even with only the dim light coming through between the tent flaps, he could see the stone cold concentration masking his mate’s face. No signs of sleep were present in those eyes as Kxolo went from zero to one hundred in under a minute.

“Neteyam.” The unyielding voice bit out harshly. “Stay. Here.” There was no room for arguing. Kxolo disappeared before the omega could utter a word.

His heart hammered against his ribs, mind swirling in a whirlpool of thought. He wanted to go and fight, but there were no weapons for him here. He was sure even if he tried, Kxolo would have him off onto the sidelines in a matter of seconds.

Who would he be though if he didn’t at least try?

“Bro.” Neteyam practically jumped out of his skin at the voice. He swiped his body around to face the enemy head on, hands already clenched into fists.

Golden eyes stopped him in his tracks. It was like seeing a ghost.

“Lo’ak?” Crouching at the entrance of the tent, covered in battle stripes of red and orange was Lo’ak. Neteyam wasted no time in pulling the younger alpha into the tent.

Their bodies clashed together into a messy hug as Neteyam’s mind ran at a million miles per hour trying to figure out if he was hallucinating.

“Who else would it be, bro?” Lo’ak chuckled, but tears were already gathering in his eyes. He breathed in his older brother’s familiar scent. He wanted to bask in the moment, ask Neteyam one hundred questions but they were already on borrowed time.

The two pulled away, Neteyam’s pupils blown wide. A rush of emotion coalesced together into a muddled mess. Fear of the Sky People, relief at seeing his brother, anxiety towards what would happen if Lo’ak was caught; they all formed into a wave on the brink of consuming Neteyam.

“What are you doing here? It’s not safe. Sky People are just outside the village.” His eyes flashed uneasily around their surroundings to make sure no one had spotted them yet. He tilted his head in confusion as Lo’ak let out a deep chuckle with his head thrown back.

“I really have missed you, Neteyam.” The words dripped with fond amusement. “There aren’t any Sky People out there, bro.”

“How do you know?”

“Who do you know that has access to military and lab human equipment? Setting it up to look like a camp was almost too easy” Lo’ak’s arrogant smirk, made Neteyam's stomach twist as he realized what was really happening.

“Come on, we have to go before they realize it’s a set up.” Lo’ak eagerly tugged at his older brother’s arm to get him moving, but the omega pulled away.

“Wait bro, this is dangerous. If they find you here-”

“The family is a mess, Neteyam. Tuk misses you. She’s pissed at me for not filling in for you. Kiri spends most of her time at the healer’s tent. Mom and Dad are going crazy trying to find a way to bring you back home. You should’ve seen what Dad was like after your last visit.” Dread curled in Neteyam’s stomach. “This is our chance, but we have to go now!”

Guilt weighed down heavily on the omega at his younger brother’s words. His family was suffering without him and here he was purring under the neighboring Olo’eyktan. His heart yearned for the older male, but Neteyam couldn’t be selfish. Lo’ak was there risking his neck in order to help him escape, something Neteyam failed to do on his own.

It was time to evaluate his priorities.

He was the oldest so it was his job to look after his family.

He had to run, and it had to be now.

Contempt and self loathing began to mix together inside of him as Neteyam thought about how ridiculous he was being. He was falling for the enemy, the same man that tore him from his home. No amount of mental safeguarding had protected Neteyam from the inevitable, so there was only one shield left; to put as much distance as possible between himself and the alpha.

The village was eerily silent with only the occasional far-off commands being whispered. The fear of war hung heavy in the air. Families kept to themselves in their homes and hammocks. Only seasoned warriors jogged lightly towards the sight, ready for battle. Neteyam felt his lungs seize, knowing that the clan was in such a state just so that he could escape.

The two crawled along the forest floor, bodies shielded by the thick greenery surrounding them. Lo’ak promised his ikran was only a little ways outside the village at a lake. Neteyam tried not to think about all the memories he had at that lake.

Both of their ears perked on high alert at every shuffle and echoing voice that rang through the trees. The omega was unsure whether the energy running through his veins was adrenaline or anxiety. Either way, he was terrified of how this night could end.

When they finally made it to the edge of the lake, the two broke out into a sprint towards the ikran crouching in the bushes. They didn’t make it far before, Neteyam was yanking them to a halt. His heart skipped a beat.

Vamai’s pupils were blown wide, body stiff in the cool air. It felt unnatural to see her so still, so serious.

“Nete, w-what are you….and who-”

Neteyam was quick to close the distance between them and grasp the girl by the upper arms.

“Please don’t say anything Vamai! Just pretend you didn’t see us, I’m begging you.” He put all of his frantic energy into the plea, willing to cry if that’s what it took to get her to agree. Her eyes however were focused on the alpha standing behind him.

Lo’ak too watched her suspiciously, not sure what to make of the encounter but ready to step in at a moment's notice. Their eyes narrowed at one another, silent threats filling the air.

“Neteyam, go home before Kxolo realizes you are gone! Do you have any idea what he will do when he finds out that you are running away, again?!” Neteyam bristled at the warning but it was Lo’ak that jumped in.

“That asshole isn’t going to do anything if he knows what is good for him.” Lo’ak hissed between clenched teeth, already shifting Neteyam behind his taller form. Something ignited in Vamai that the omega had never witnessed in her before. The look of icy hot rage was foreign in the girl’s countenance.

“What did you just say about my Olo’eyktan?!” Warning bells rang in Neteyam’s mind as he watched Vamai’s tail go taunt and ears flick upwards at attention. Her voice was almost an octave lower with narrowed eyes that focused on Lo’ak with a lethal intensity.

Lo’ak being Lo’ak refused to step down, taking that question as a challenge instead of a warning. The competitive glint in his eyes was never far away even in dire situations like these.

“You mean the psycho that abducted my older brother?” Lo’ak gave his famous one-sided grin as arrogant confidence rolled off of him in waves. The comment had her crouching into a combative position, on the verge of brawling.

“You keep my Olo’eyktan’s name out of your mouth before I beat your ass right here, you mouth breathing branch eating warrior wannabe!” The words were venom on the girl’s tongue, only pushed further at the smug look Lo’ak maintained.

“I’m terrified.” Lo’ak mocked with a smirk as he stood tall with his arms crossed over his broad painted chest.

Neteyam quickly sandwiched himself between the two in order to stop Vamai from lunging at his brother. Every minute on the ground was one that could be spent increasing their odds of making it out undetected. He was too worried about his own ass beating to deal with their haughty attitudes.

“Vamai please just don’t say anything! I promise I will be careful.” Her gaze softened slightly at the anxious omega even though disapproval was still evident in her expression. She crossed her arms stubbornly and let out a sigh.

“I’m no snitch but-”

“Glad to hear it, let’s go.” Lo’ak cut in, quickly pushing Neteyam towards the awaiting ikran. Daggers shot out of Vamai’s eyes as she watched the two sprint towards the creature.

Neteyam struggled to keep up with his brother’s longer legs. He realized that the last time he truly ran was during his previous escape attempt. The muscles were taunt and sore, most likely a result of the pounding he had received the day before. Regardless, he pushed through and tried not to let the pain reflect in his expression.

“What about Azer?” Lo’ak questioned. His large hands fumbled to check the saddle was still properly in place.

“No time, besides they know what the call sounds like and where he is supposed to be so it would be a dead give away.”

“We’ll come back for him, bro.” Lo’ak promised with a comforting squeeze to the omega’s shoulder. The cloud of fear and anxiety overshadowed Neteyam’s focus on the creature so he simply nodded along and focused on what had to be done in the present.

Lo’ak took control of the situation, guiding Neteyam to sit behind him and grab on before they took off through the air. It felt weird to be on an ikran and yet have no control over how the creature moved. His fingers dug into his brother’s battle band as they made a quick ascent above the trees that made the omega slightly queasy.

His eyes frantically darted below them into the thick forest, searching for any signs that they had been spotted. The glowing bioluminescent wildlife did nothing to help the omega make out figures or ikran blanketed within the connected trees. Doubts plagued his mind. There was no saying when or how the group would figure out Neteyam was gone. No hints could point at whether or not they were already being pursued.

“Oh shit!” Lo’ak cursed.

The ikran spun on its axis as Lo’ak flipped them away from the other ikran biting back at them. Neteyam’s stomach lurched as they flipped backwards, his legs straining to clamp around the ikran in order to stay in place. Once upright, there was no time to take a look at who was now pursuing them as Lo’ak went straight into speeding in the other direction.

They whipped sharp zig zagged lines across the night sky in an effort to lose their stalker. The impending feel of being chased crawled across Neteyam’s skin, every turn questioning how close they still were. He finally dared to look back and the reality made his worries look like child’s play.

The person on their tail was only one of twenty ikrans speeding after them. Although none nearly as close as the first, many were picking up quickly. He recognized the structured formations, the same ones his father had taught him about when pursuing RDA or thieves in their territory. The comparison solidified the gravity of their situation in his mind.

“How’s it looking?” Lo’ak calls, eyes still faced forward in concentration.

“20 ikrans, maybe more. You’ve got some distance from the first one but we need some sort of magic trick to get them off our tail.” His neck strained from craning to see the advancing fleet from whatever direction they soared in relation.

“Just my specialty.” Lo’ak shot a grin back at the boy that made the familiar nervous twist in Neteyam’s stomach return. It was always a gamble whether his brother’s stunts would bring them a great adventure or rather a cautionary tale.

His veins chilled to ice at the sudden drag of gravity. They shot straight towards the ground in a death defying beeline. The whip of wind was merciless against Neteyam’s unprotected eyes, forcing them to eventually close. Plunging now in darkness the omega was partially grateful he couldn’t see how close they were getting to sudden death. His nails dug into Lo’ak waistband till there were indents.

The impact was different than Neteyam expected. The sharpness of the movement did make his muscles ache but they were moving upwards again. He peek his eyes open to find them swerving through the trees at an incredible speed. Their movements were drastic and unyielding to any error. Looking behind, Neteyam found no one in his line of sight.

“I think you lost them.” He yelled over the whipping wind.

“Not yet.” Lo’ak disagreed as their speed picked up and the two raced towards a soaring mountain side.

“What are you doing?” Neteyam blanched at the sight of their distance to the hard rock rapidly closing in. Lo’ak shook his head as if his brother was being unreasonably worried.

“Just trust me, bro!” He laughed fondly.

They continued at an unseemly speed towards the vertical incline of the towering mountain. Neteyam instinctively gripped the ikran, willing it to slow down with his mind, but of course there was no tsaheylu connection. He was not in charge.

“Hold tight!” Lo’ak warned before they were turning on their side.

Their speed decelerated at the turn, but not enough. They were going to hit the mountain from the side. Lo’ak yanked and twisted, willing them into a strange position and that is when Neteyam noticed the large crack in the rock. Easily concealed in the dark shadows of night, but large enough to fit them.

They jolted and rocked harshly as Lo’ak willed them into that opening. The ikran used its sharp claws to dig into the rock and vines in order to hold them against the inside wall. The position made both males clench their legs tightly around the creature in order to keep from falling, but they were out of sight, and just in time.

The shrieking sound of air being split echoed through the opening as ikran after ikran whirred past them. Each passerby had Neteyam flinching. They clung to the ikran silently, only heavy breathing filling the air between them. They remained in that position till there was no sign of warriors for a couple minutes.

“Is that all of them?” Neteyam whispered.

“We will have to hope it is, can only stay here so long before they start looking for our hiding spot.” Lo’ak urged the ikran to crawl out of the space carefully before they were jumping off and soaring into the air again.

Hope began to sprout again as they continued to fly lowly without spotting a single ikran. Their diversion had successfully shot the group in the opposite direction of their destination. Lo’ak began to laugh triumphantly. The sound had a nervous laugh bubbling out of Neteyam, almost ready to believe they were in the clear.

“Who’s the mighty warrior now?” Lo’ak cheekily shot back at his older brother.

“Yeah yeah just shut up and try not to make us crash.” He reprimanded his brother’s cocky attitude but Neteyam couldn’t keep the smile from his own face. They were going to make it home!

He expected to feel allated, completely free and ecstatic at the news. However, there was a sharp tug on his heart, one that pulled him in the opposite direction back towards the other clan. Towards the arms that held him safely at night, shushing all of his worries away. Towards the deep laugh that had Neteyam smiling brightly no matter the context. Towards the arrogant relentless alpha that looked at Neteyam as if he were the whole world. His whole world.

He tried not to think about what it would be like to not feel that calming presence, or see that charming smile winking back at him, or be called baby boy for the hundredth time that day. Regardless, a small black hole was forming in his chest at the idea of losing all of that, of losing him.

It made Neteyam mad, no, it made him furious.

His mind and body was betraying him and if he wasn’t careful it would betray his family too. Stubborn rage boiled within him, as he looked ahead at the darkened horizon. There were two choices now. Neteyam figured he could either cry or channel those emotions into productive determined anger. He chose the latter.

Kxolo would have to carry him kicking, screaming, and fighting over his shoulder the whole way to get him back. He was ready to fight.

The attacking ikran came out of nowhere.

“NETEY-” The words were cut off by the sharp impacts against Neteyam’s ribs. The air was stolen from his lungs as his body continued to rolled from the thick branch back into the open air. Ikran cries could be heard from above, mingled with Lo’ak’s voice but the omega had no time to tune into what was occurring.

He focused his attention to the greenery below him, executing a sloppy but safe fall between the ginormous leaves. He hit the ground in a heap. Neteyam’s body shook from the aftermath. His eyes strained to focus and stop seeing in doubles. The omega concentrated on taking controlled breaths in through his nose and out his mouth.

The forest finally came into focus and Neteyam could feel where the pain was coming from. There was a gash along his rib cage, not too deep but still eliciting a stinging pain. His core ached as he sat himself up to inspect the damage. The red blood was visibly smeared along his torso, but the bleeding was only coming in small spurts. He dismissed the injury quickly at this realization.

The sound of flapping wings coming to a halt sent a rush through Neteyam. Without preamble, the omega quietly positioned his body underneath the giant upturned roots of the tree closest. There was just enough space between the tree and ground to hide himself from view.

“Neteyam!” Pulo’s gravelly voice had the omega’s breath hitching.

It was closer. So much closer than he had anticipated.

“I know you’re out there. Make both of our lives easier and show yourself so I don’t have to drag you out.” Neteyam didn’t heed the warning.

Lo’ak was out there somewhere. Getting caught now would foil all their plans.

Neteyam spent whatever energy he could spare on slowing his heart rate down, letting only small controlled exhales leave his nose. Pulo’s continued calls were only met with silence. It took several minutes before the alpha ventured in a different direction in pursuit of Neteyam. Still, the omega waited. His ears strained to follow those crunching footsteps until they were only a distant thrum encapsulated in the hum of the forest.

With shaky hands, Neteyam grasped the roots to pull himself out of the hole. He held in a hiss at the feel of the long cut scraping against the dirt. He would need to disinfect it soon, but that would have to wait till Lo’ak and him were back home.

His eyes sweeped the area around him in search of any hints towards Lo’ak’s location. Calling out for him would be too risky but they were already running out of time. All of a sudden, an abrupt yipping sound stopped him in his tracks. He imitated the sound back and sure enough a reply came exactly identical.

It was a call his mother had invented during emergencies so that they could know where the other family members were without outside personnel detecting them. The short sound blended in with the other birds calls of the night. He strained to hear the calls each time, concentrating on the direction from which they came. The process continued as Neteyam could hear it coming closer and closer. Lo’ak was sure to be just around the corner.

His string of thoughts cut short at the sight of the figure in the distance. Neteyam’s body stilled into a statue as his eyes accidentally met with Pulo’s. For a moment, neither moved. The world paused.

Then both moved into action. Neteyam’s legs pumped against the hard ground till his hips were screaming from the harsh recovery. He ignored every sharp pain and ache in his body, vigorously pushing himself across the forest floor as fast as possible. His gut twisted as he pondered the inevitability of the situation. Pulo was at least a foot taller with a stride that had Neteyam jogging beside his walk any day. No head start would shield him from the imminent capture that would take place once the distance was closed.

However, there was one strength Neteyam hadn’t exploited yet.

Never slowing down for a second, the omega flung his body towards the vines encircling the large tree. His body was easily flung upwards without a foot or hand staying in one spot for more than a second. The power from his legs shot him upwards, past the boy's normal reach, to grapple onto a higher set of veins and branches.

The climb was messy and uncalculated. Neteyam worked purely off of instinct, trusting his body to catch him, then find another place to grip or push from. Harsh textures from branches and twigs cut scratches into the omega’s smooth azure skin, but it never slowed him down.

Dejavu washed over him as Pulo climbed up after him at a quick pace. This time however, they were on equal playing fields. The thought brought another spark of hope, forcing more electric energy through his veins. He fed off of the adrenaline, using it to his advantage in every way possible.

Upon reaching another broad branch, Neteyam ran across it without hesitation till he could leap from that limb to one of another neighboring tree. This pattern continued hastily. Grip, push, shift, jump, switch. He moved through the forest lightly, as if gravity were simply a suggestion.

Neteyam’s lungs stretched and ached at the inconsistent intake of air. He tried to push the pain out of his head, instead using the grunts and calls from Pulo to motivate him forward. Overstimulated by the pulling forces of sounds, touch, and pain, his omega begged him to stop. His steam was unnaturally running out, yet another thing to thank his upcoming omega presentation for.

The insistent yips from Lo’ak became the only thing urging him forward, secluding his omega hindbrain to a locked box in his head. With great difficulty he began to sporadically return those calls, praying for some sort of intervention. Their ringing became clearer as the other brother followed them to the commotion.

Through mossy branches and leaves, Neteyam could finally spot his younger brother crouched in a tree, looking from side to side. A louder yip from him had the younger boy whipping his head to locate his brother. A look of relief crossed his features before they were replaced with anger. His nostrils flared at the sight of the older alpha climbing after Neteyam. It wasn’t until Pulo’s hand had finally grasped around the boy’s ankle and pulled him down that Lo’ak jumped into action.

As Neteyam struggled underneath the larger male, Lo’ak propelled himself to the scene using a hanging vine. His body swiftly jammed into Pulo’s side before using the momentum to roll the alpha off of Neteyam and the thick branch. Neteyam shuddered at the thumping sound of Pulo’s body hitting the branch below them, but nothing compared to the chills that shot through his body at the alpha’s aggravated growl.

Lo’ak was pulling him off the branch and onto his feet in seconds.

“Get your ass going, bro!” Lo’ak urged, whipping around to glower at the fallen alpha.

The two bolted across the length of the branch. Lo’ak’s ikran squealed in the distance ahead, beseeching them to the destination quickly. The pounding footsteps from Pulo behind now on route once more, echoed the rhythm of Neteyam’s own anxious heart. Today was not the day he wanted to see what the alpha was willing to do when angered.

They finally made it back to the forest floor in a tumble, no time for a smooth landing. Lo’ak had a firm grip on Neteyam’s arm, practically dragging him along. The omega struggled to keep up with his younger brother’s long strides, heels and toes skidding against rocks and roots that littered the ground.

His confidence began to burst as they closed in on the ikran. Pulo’s heated breaths were still in the distance. There would be just enough time to mount and take off. He pushed the shrubbery aside as the two began to mount.

Halfway mounted and ready to swing his left leg over, strong hands reached between the leaves and snatched at Neteyam’s hips. Pulled off the ikran before he had a chance to fight, the omega’s heart stopped as he tumbled back into a hard chest. The radiating scent of fury infiltrated his senses, but it was the familiar oak smell that had his hope dying in an instant.

Kxolo

Neteyam was caught between a whirlwind of blind primal relief and dark dread as those arms wrapped tightly around his torso. He didn’t need to know to see his face to know how the alpha was feeling. The tense arms with popping veins said enough. Even the alpha’s heart beating loudly against his back was ominous and forewarning with every mighty pound.

Lo’ak’s hiss was laced with venom as he jumped down from the ikran’s back. Kxolo manhandled Neteyam behind his large frame easily. The answering hiss that erupted from his chest washed over Neteyam in a dreadful wave of ice. The primal sound was cold death itself, a warning that rang through without mercy. An alpha that had been challenged. An alpha who was protecting his mate.

A cold sweat broke out along Neteyam’s neck as he realized where that anger was directed. To his horror, Loak matched the intensity. An impenetrable heat radiated between the two, an inevitable violence looming between them.

Neteyam desperately tried to swing or push past the alpha, but Kxolo’s movements were harsh and unforgiving as he was shoved back into place over and over. It was when Lo’ak withdrew his knife with a snarl, eyes shining with a look Neteyam recognized all too well, that Pulo interfered by snatching the omega away from the oncoming scene. He continued to fight against the new pair of arms with tooth and nail.

“Let him go.” The eerie simplicity to the statement was unlike Lo’ak. The heat curled and prickled at Neteyam’s skin. Lo’ak glowering eyes glowed in the night like a cusping fire, ready to burst into uncontrolled flames.

“You come into my land and steal my mate. Now is not the time to try my patience.” A lethal growl encased every word, the vibrations scratching at Neteyam’s hindbrain till it was begging him to submit.

“Seems only fair since you stole my brother, asshole!” Lo’ak lunged forward, knife sparkling in the colorful lights.

Neteyam felt as if his worst nightmares were being dangled in front of him as he watched Kxolo whip out of the way and prepare for another advance. He could feel the blood trickling out between his fingertips as his nails pierced into Pulo’s forearm. Pulo continued to shift and fight against Neteyam’s small frame as the boy anxiously thrashed in the hold.

Lo’ak’s anger was unleashed in every swiping and brass movement, but Kxolo was calculated. His reactions were abrupt and controlled as he fought off every advance Lo’ak made. Acute honed maneuvers had the knife out of Lo’ak’s left hand swiftly only to then receive the Sully boy’s signature right hand hook to the cheek.

A confusing progression of turns and pulls had Lo’ak flipping over his front to hit the ground harshly within seconds of making recovery from the hit. The omega tried to swing his own fist towards Pulo’s cheek, frantic to be released and view the damages. Luck was not on his side as his small balled fist was clamped in one hand and used to twist his straight arm behind his back and upwards till his body was forced into a vulnerable bend.

Now in worse state to oversee the brawl, Neteyam just barely caught a glimpse of Kxolo harshly pinning Lo’ak against a tree by a bruising grip on his shoulders. A gasp left his throat. A sob was already on the tip of his tongue at the terrifying sight, but nothing came after. He watched in awe as the two shot looks from the depths of fiery hell towards one another but neither moved. It wasn’t until Neteyam scanned the area around them that he understood why.

Somewhere in the haze of fighting, the rest of the party had arrived. Bows and arrows were strung and pointed at the pinned alpha from every direction, coupled with warning yips and calls. Tears welled in his eyes at the sight. Whispered pleas left his lips without permission, but they were swallowed by the tense mist around the scene.

Pulo urged him to stop moving as every twist and shuffle brought a sharp pain to the boy’s shoulder from the current position. He could barely make out Kxolo’s profile whispering something to his younger brother to which Lo’ak hissed back immediately. However, the alpha reluctantly surrendered the bow and arrows to the closest warrior before his wrists were tightly tied.

A new wave of anxiety rushed through Neteyam at the sight.

“Take him back to home tree.” Kxolo demanded before turning on his heel.

“No wait! Let him go!” Neteyam demanded through tears but the bustle of warriors moving into place drowned out the sound. His pleas fell onto deaf ears.

Pulo finally shifted the boy into an upright position against him as Kxolo menacingly stalked straight towards them. In any other scenario, Neteyam knew that the icy rage in those eyes and anger in the footsteps would have him shaking and promising to behave but Lo’ak’s well being distracted him from every personal fear he had.

“He’s bleeding.” Pulo informed.

“Let me see.” Pulo held the boy in place as Kxolo’s large hands grasped the boy's hips and focused eyes searched for the source of blood. A growled out curse left his lips at the sight of the dirt covered gash along Neteyam’s ribs.

The omega continued to kick and swerve away from the touches.

“I said let him go! Why are you taking him back to home tree?!” Neteyam screeched as his left leg kicked back at the towering Olo’eyktan. Kxolo ignored the kicks and questions, too engrossed in evaluating every cut and scratch that littered the omega’s body.

“He is just being held there till your parents come to bring him home, Neteyam. Calm down.” Pulo attempted to reassure him.

The web of worries quickly led to the reaction of their parents upon arrival. Neteyam could already imagine the infuriated expression his father would wear, riding in to pick up Lo’ak from perhaps the most devious stunt he had ever pulled. In Lo’ak’s current state, it was inevitable that the two would only feed one another’s anger. Neteyam was the voice of reason and submission in these scenarios.

“Stop moving.” Kxolo gritted out into a deep growl, as he struggled to wrap a long piece of fabric around the boy’s rib cage.

“Let me wait with him! I need to talk to my dad.” Kxolo’s shoulders tensed at the words, finally finishing the knot keeping the bandage in place.

His heart rate sped up again as Pulo swiftly released him and allowed Kxolo to gently pin him up against a tree, both wrists caught in one hand and pinned above him. He wiggled in the hold, but dead cold amber eyes stopped him. Staring upwards at the alpha’s furrowed eyebrows and clenched jaw, Neteyam’s hindbrain screamed at him to submit and present. The possessive pheromones wafting over him were intoxicating and all consuming to the omega. He let out a nervous gulp as Kxolo looked down at him with those hard eyes before leaning down towards his right ear.

“You are in no position to be making demands right now, omega.” The dark tone vibrated through Neteyam’s body from head to toe. He couldn’t hold in the small whimper that escaped his lips at the title. Not baby boy, not little one, not my love. Omega.

He was in for it.

An invisible wire yanked Neteyam towards submissive tendencies, his primal hindbrain fighting to take control of the situation. He didn’t yield however, mentally digging his heels into the ground.

“I need to see my dad!” A firm grip to his jaw had Neteyam stilling in place.

Kxolo took a few weighted steps forward till their bodies were molded together, forcing the omega to crane his neck upwards in order to see him. The alpha crowded into Neteyam’s space, body tense and rigid while his frame successfully encompassed the boy in his hold.

The wire yanked again but this time with the added lure of lustful thoughts, overcome by the renewed contact with his alpha. Neteyam gritted his teeth as he forced his mind to focus.

“The only place you can expect to go tonight after the healer’s tent is over my knee.” The rumble of words lit sparks of fear and anticipation in the omega. His body trembled as he continued to choose anger over submission.

Neteyam dug his heels as he was dragged towards Eyvu. The yanking was no use however as Kxolo had him on the ikran pinned against his chest with little effort. He tried not to glance at the alpha’s domineering expression but the Kxolo’s angry scent was a constant reminder of the punishment that awaited him.

Lo’ak wrenched at the binds, digging the material deep enough into his upturned biceps to leave red marks. A low hiss rattled in his chest at another futile attempt. He could already feel a burning ache in his shoulders building at the stretch of his biceps being bound to one another behind his head. Shifting from foot to foot, his eyes swept over the area around home tree in search of a gap between the guards circled around it.

Anger still sat deeply within him, but the adrenaline was quickly dying down. A foolish hope that he could break the bonds and find Neteyam lingered in his mind. He had anticipated the wrath his father would rain down when returning home, but that scene had always been imagined with Neteyam by his side, his brother safe at home due to his successful plans.

His ears twitched at the sound of soft footsteps rounding the corner. Deep curiosity filled him as he recognized the oncoming figure as the feisty omega from the lake. She smiled confidently at the guards before walking straight past them and towards the bound alpha. A cocky smirk stretched her lips as she stopped in front of him with crossed arms.

“Quite the plan you have there, mighty warrior.” Lo’ak held in a growl at her sarcastic tone.

“So much for not being a snitch, huh?” He gritted out. The petite girl let out an obnoxious laugh at the accusation.

“Oh I didn’t tell. If I had, you two wouldn’t have made it past the tree line.” Her eyes crinkled in amusement at Lo’ak’s rising anger. Every twinkle of beads clicking together in her long flowing hair seemed to mock him. For an omega small enough to yank over his shoulder with one arm, she had a lot of nerve teasing him. His fingernails dug into his palms at the image of her upturned ass resting on his shoulder as she swung her legs in ferocious kicks against him.

“I guess we have your own arrogant stupidity to thank for tonight’s fiasco.” She huffed, idly twirling herself in feigned boredom. He watched as the small omega casually danced across the dirt. He wondered if the wiry girl ever stood still for more than a minute.

He shifted his body weight forward subconsciously and that is when he caught her eyes flickering towards his flexed biceps before quickly darting away. Despite its briefness, Lo’ak was able to catch the lustful curiosity in those playful eyes. Smug satisfaction settled into his features at the girl’s incidental confession. His gaze racked over her curvy form shyly turned away from him.

“Well if I’m so stupid and arrogant, then why are you here talking to me in the middle of the night?” He raised an eyebrow back at the omega now quickly turning on her heel to face him. The alpha reviled in the cute nose scrunch that accompanied her angry gaze.

“Don’t get things twisted, skxawng. I’m only here to give Neteyam some peace of mind, to reassure him that nothing happened to his idiotic brother.” Her posture readjusted itself to stand tall and straight in efforts to exuberate more confidence and control, but Lo’ak could see through the facade.

He hummed as if in deep thought.

“I don’t think I believe that, little snitch.” The nickname slipped easily from his lips without thought, but Lo’ak found himself taking a liking to it as he caught the nervous twitch of her tail. His own slinked back and forth slowly as he leaned closer down towards her. “I think your curiosity got the best of you till that little voice in the back of your head was begging you to come out and take a peak. Just for a minute, maybe two. But then I’m strung up here like a prized meal and that little voice is now too loud to ignore. Play this indifferent tough omega part as much as you want, but I see through it, little snitch.”

A fire burned in the pit of his stomach at the enraged expression staining her delicate features.

“Not that I’m complaining, I appreciate that you wanted to visit me sweetheart.” Rage coiled in those golden eyes as her lips parted, slightly dumbfounded, like a little fish. ‘A cute fish’ Lo’ak decided.

“Your ego really has no bounds, does it?” She rhetorically seethed, ears folded back with furrowed eyebrows. She took a deep breath to calm herself before continuing. “Besides, a jarhead like you couldn’t handle me if your life depended on it.”

The muscles in his body tightened against the bonds, yearning to pin her against the nearest tree and teach her a lesson that ended with his name being sung like a heavenly praise against her plush lips. Lewd images came to the forefront of his mind as he shamelessly dragged his gaze along her body. He swore he could see goosebumps rising on the striped skin against her feathered top. His pupils dilated at the sight.

“How about,” Lo’ak eyes connected with hers in a penetrating stare, “You untie me and we find out?”

Lo’ak smirked at the sight of her thighs fidgeting to press tightly together. Her eyes burned with a loathsome hatred but her body told a different story. The girl’s lips parted to speak and Lo’ak subconsciously leaned forward in anticipation of her response.

“Vamai!” The moment shattered like glass into a thousand pieces at the authoritative voice.

Lo’ak searched for the source of the sound and found a tall beta with dreadlocks, shooting daggers at the two. He met that stare openly, unafraid of the stranger.

“What are you doing out here? It’s the middle of the night!” He reprimanded. Vamai sent the man a look of disbelief as her hands clenched into fists. The male ignored her reaction and continued to stare down the strung up alpha.

“Cool the tone, Epok. I’m just here to check up on Lo’ak for Neteyam.” Lo’ak eyes flickered between the two at the standoff. An unspoken message was being sent between those eyes and the younger Sully brother yearned to know what it was.

“I’ll watch him. Go home.” The stunted response etched an angry frown into her beautiful features. Lo’ak couldn’t help but feel disappointed at her early dismissal. He didn’t let it spoil his fun, though.

“Better get going, little snitch. It’s rude to stay out past your bedtime.” A feline smirk broke across his face at the aggressive hiss she shot his way.

However, she could sense the beta’s growing impatience so without another word Vamai stormed off in the other direction. Lo’ak watched the sway of her hips with each step, mesmerized by her artistic curves. It was only when Epok took a place in the formation and Vamai gave one last look backwards that Lo’ak sent her a cheeky wink.

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