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The gland on the side of his neck itched for the fourth time that night and he resisted the urge to rub it. Trying to keep an eye on the security monitors in front of him to make sure that the Scaldra were not running a muck around their base. There had been several sleepless nights since keeping the reactor from exploding and most of them were due to their little time traveler, the drifter -- Violet…Arthur pushed himself away from the desk knowing that his concentration was officially shattered and any hope of distracting himself was long gone. Sol, he needed sleep badly, but he was overly hot, itchy, and his body just wouldn’t settle down. He tried blowing off steam by killing techrot, going on multiple missions, but nothing seemed to help. Looking down at his ungloved hand, it was still the same as before -- his feet too. The techrot hadn’t migrated or changed -- so why was he feeling this way?With a sigh, he took off all his gear, grabbed a towel, and made his way to the showers. The late hour made everything seem empty since most of the others were sleeping -- he envied them. What he wouldn’t give for this to stop. Damn Entrati for lying to them -- to him. He dropped the towel on a nearby bench and turned the shower tap to cool. Normally he liked it as hot as it would go -- but not tonight.Arthur placed his hands on the wall, letting the cool water run down his back and over his hair. It calmed the fire, but only just. He ran his hands through his wet hair, pulling it away from his face before turning around and just leaning into the spray. His thoughts drifted once again to her…What was it about her that made him feel like this? Nobody else was affected, just lucky him. He ached when she was nearby, her scent imprinted in his brain, and now his body was on fire. A groan escaped his lips as he felt the seam of his groin start to part and he turned back around to face the shower wall. Now was not the time for this. Anybody could walk in at any minute and being in this state was embarrassing enough as it was.Turning the taps off, he grabbed the towel and wrapped it around his waist only to hear the door creak open and her scent wrapped around him before he saw her. Peeking around the corner of the stall, he watched as she walked in wearing just a very long shirt and carrying a towel. His eyes widened… No, please not now…XXXxxxIt was risky but she had to see. Violet walked down to the showers knowing, walked into a stall, and turned on the shower. He was still there and even if he didn’t come to her, he’d know she wanted him just as badly.XXXXXXXXXxxHe tucked himself back in the stall and waited until he heard her move into one of her own -- but then how would he leave without her noticing?The showerhead in her stall turned on and he just leaned against the wall in his trying to even out his breath and not picture her over there -- something had to be wrong with him. A few deep conversations on KIM and some light flirting didn’t even mean she was interested. She could just be being friendly with him -- yet he yearned for her company -- for her. His neck tingled again, and he bit his knuckles to keep quiet as the steam from the hot water made her scent thicker and condensed it in the air around him. Why was this happening? What cruel twist of fate had his mutation given him that all he could think about was pushing her against the wall and rutting into her, filling her, biting her. Gods did he want to bite, and he wanted her teeth in his neck, specifically in the gland that kept pulsing in time with his heart.Then he heard it -- the tiniest moan -- his eyes were wide with the implication as her scent struck him hard. This was a private moment; he shouldn’t be here, but he was frozen as he heard it again -- then a gasp -- and then the most damnable thing left her lips and had him throbbing -- his name fell from her lips. His name -- the soft, breathy sound of her panting ‘Arthur’ -- it was too late for anything else in that moment and his body shook from trying to hold himself together.His cock slid out of his seam, dripping wet with his lubrication, as he gripped it and started to stroke -- the knot at the base was already starting to form and he still didn’t understand what it meant. All he knew in his mind is that he was suddenly ravenous for the woman four stalls down from him and he could do nothing but hold his hand over his mouth and stroke his cock to the sounds of her. Arthur heard the moment she came, the soft little choked keen of his name and the fresh blooming of her scent and he couldn’t help but follow her over the edge, biting his hand with sudden pain as purple spend hit the tile floor.Shaking, he gripped the knot at the base wishing it was her and pulled his hand away to see puncture marks -- fangs? When the hell did he get fangs?The shower clicked off and he heard the fabric of her towel and shirt and the soft padding of feet as she exited with the clack of the door behind her. Finally, he was able to breathe fully, taking in greedy gulps of air as he slid down the wall and onto the tiled floor. What the hell is wrong with me?XXXXxxxHe’d seen Lettie about a few of his new problems -- not all of them -- but why he suddenly had fangs and why he was running a bit warmer than usual. She told him to take a break from running on missions, he was probably doing too much. As for the teeth -- she hadn’t a clue.Arthur couldn’t be in the same room as Violet without feeling shame about what transpired nearly a week ago. And every time she tried to approach him, he ran like a coward because how could he tell her what he’d accidentally witnessed -- what he’d done? How much he felt like a monster for wanting her as badly as he did. The fever he felt didn’t seem to let up and he was so damn horny. He’d never been like this that he could ever remember in all his life.All the tension made him angry, and he’d growl at anybody who tried to talk to him.And when he was alone with his thoughts it got worse --
“Would you man up and go talk to her?”
“Eleanor, would you mind your business.”
“I would if you weren’t so loud. Actually, you both are loud. She’s wondering if she’s done something to upset you and you -- well, I don’t like to hear these thoughts. I’m your sister and it’s awkward.”
“What the hell would I say?”
“Hello for starters. She’s just outside your door wondering if she should knock. Good luck.”
Just then there was a soft tap at the door, and he swallowed hard. Opening it, he saw her standing there and again his gland pulsed as her scent coiled around him.“Are you upset with me?” She began as he moved aside to let her in. It was surely a mistake, but it was too late now.“No.” He sat on the cot while she took the chair.“I knew.” Violet said softly.“What?” Arthur looked at her and she leaned forward with her hands on his knees, and he found himself frozen.“I knew you were there that night.” She rubbed her hands on his thighs, the warmth making him shiver.“What?” It felt like that was the only thing he could say. He couldn’t have heard her correctly. The shower -- she knew? Oh, Sol -- what she must think of him.“I’m attuned to you, Arthur.” When did she get so close? Her hand on the side of his face, her breath mixing with his own.His eyes closed and he felt her step between his legs, hugging him to her chest and he wrapped his arms around her.“Ever since the reactor, I’ve felt what you feel. And it was the first inklings that my feelings were returned.” She continued. “I know you’ve been restless lately and I believe I know why.”“I’m a monster.”“No, Arthur.” She lifted his head and looked in his eyes. “You’re not a monster. Entrati changed you physically, but not who you are. I’ve found his notes -- scattered as they were -- and you’re something new. Alpha he called it.”“What does that mean?”Violet brushed her fingers against that gland, and he groaned.“I’m your mate.”“Gods, please --” He gripped her wrist. “That thing won’t leave me alone.”“It’s your mating gland. All you can think about is having me bite it while you’re inside me.”Arthur panted her scent clung to him wherever she touched and the urge to pull her into a kiss, bite her neck, fuck her senseless rose with each steady breath.“What’s happening to me?” He growled out, leaning back on the cot away from her to try and clear his head.“The documents weren’t too clear -- but it’s called a rut. Finding a compatible match starts the process.” She held out her hand. “Come on, it’s too cramped in here and we’re going to need space for what’s next.”XXXXXxComing to her rooms was surely mistake. Her scent was strongest here and that gland -- his mating gland -- throbbed in need. He followed her up the stairs, behind the set of red curtains to a very large ornate bed.“I’m not an omega -- apparently none of your team turned into that. Quincy is another alpha which explains why you two fight so much. Alpha’s are territorial.” She shrugged. “But maybe my time in the void changed me somehow.”Violet walked over, gently running her hands over his body, unbuckling his utility belts and ammo pouches, placing them on a nearby chair. He was acutely aware of her, eyes watching her every move as she curled around blankets and made some sort of comfortable space for them both.“Arthur?”“I’m sorry…” He sighed. “I’m still back when you told me you knew I was there. I didn’t mean to pry, and I was on my way out when you walked in. I was hoping you were going to shower and go -- but it made me feel ashamed. I couldn’t stop myself.”“I told you; I knew. I thought you’d come to me. I wanted you to come to me.”“You want me?” He needed confirmation. Something in him demanded it.“Yes.”“Tell me if it’s too much.” Arthur approached her quickly, pulling her into his arms as they fell onto the bed together. His mind fractured as his hands pulled at her clothes, wanting them off and wishing, not for the first time, that his armor was removable. Yet, she didn’t seem to mind his plating rubbing against her as he explored her body. He needed so many things at once and didn’t know where to start -- but the fangs in his mouth were itching to bite, sink into her neck, make her his.With a low purr, he licked her neck, teasing it with nips and kisses, tasting her skin and dragging his fangs over where he wanted to bite.“Arthur…” She let out a soft, breathy moan and he felt himself slide out of his seam. Normally he’d want to give tons of foreplay, taste her, tease her -- but right now the only urges he had were to fuck and bite. He throbbed at thought of being inside of her.“Gods, I’m sorry.” He apologized as he spread her legs to lie between them. “I just need you so badly.”“It’s okay.”Arthur lined up and started to dip inside of her, just the head of his cock, and the heat made him arch his back and growl. Gods he’d never felt so animalistic in his life. Inch by inch he sunk into her, feeling the moment where he finally was fully seated and he pulled her up into his embrace, her face right on that gland, and he whined as she licked it.“Bite me --” He begged. “Sol’s wounds, I’ve dreamed of this -- of you -- wanting nothing else but you on my cock and your teeth right fucking there.”And so, she did, and stars burst behind his eyelids as he came hard, knot swelling to lock them together, and he pumped his hips as he felt her orgasm wash over him. He held her head there, feeling something drip down onto his shoulder and roll down his back. Blood? When she pulled back her lips were stained blue with a shimmery sheen and she looked so blissed out he almost instantly forgot about whatever the substance was as he leaned over and bit the opposite side of her neck, fangs digging deep, and felt himself orgasm again. Violet whined, her hands in his hair, as she too fell over the edge once more rhythmically gripping him as he tried to give short deep thrusts inside of her, not wanting her to feel cheated out of pleasure.Arthur held her close as he collapsed back on the bed, her atop him, licking the wound he had made so it would scar but not be painful. A low hum echoed in his mind, not transference, but something else. Her emotions flooded him, pleasure, contentment, happiness. And since her arrival the gland on the side of his neck was finally quiet. But the urge to have her again and again was still loud, cock twitching inside of her, knot swelling again.He couldn’t stop the pumping of his hips, it was like a reflex hard to control, and surely she would be sore if they didn’t take a break soon -- but right now her moans, and she was back to licking and sucking his neck, a growl leaving his lips as he felt her clamp down around him again. Fuck, what was in that gland that made her so sensitive? After his head was completely clear, he was reading those damn notes.XXXXXxxThree days.Three damn days he’d been holed up with her and if she hadn’t been the more lucid one between them, he didn’t think they’d ever have left the bed. Running a hand through his hair, he eased himself up and padded downstairs quietly so he wouldn’t wake her. He needed water -- and food. Finding the dispenser on her worktable, he poured a cup and looked around the lower level. In the corner sat a few folders and old computers. One of the folders was open -- a picture of his face before the techrot.He lifted the folder and skimmed it, reading everything the doctor had written about him and his current malady. Their DNA had been spliced with more than just the techrot -- him especially -- and he dropped the folder as if it burned him. Damn Entrati. There was no cure and possibly he would be completely inert -- a Warframe -- like the other’s in Violet’s arsenal. Just a vessel. But something made him pause as he saw a page had fallen out of the folder and onto the floor.Bending down, he picked it up and looked at it, reading the words with a tinge of bittersweetness.
“Finding a suitable companion may stop the process entirely. Unfortunately, I don’t have any scientific evidence to back this up other than anecdotes. I would not expose them to the Orokin since they’d use it as another tactic to torture and control. I alone live with these sins.
Tenno, treat them with care and mercy.
They’re all in your hands now.”