Moon Theory (ABO)Ch105 - lastly, leave your marks

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A musty scent clouds the bedroom – unmistakably, it tells of sex.

The pheromones are mixed with a faint, coppery trace.

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The air only gets more suffocating as the two engage more intensely – there is nothing but pure, feral need. The bed creaks underneath, the movements enough to shake the nightstand and wobble the lamplight on top. The object falls downward with a loud thump, the plastic handle meeting hard wooden tiles, the glass skidding on the floor. The wick still burns inside, but the commotion is unregistered to the two young men.

Strained moans, repeated grunts, rough slaps of skin, more obscene sounds – no cohesion. t6PUo

To the side is an opened drawer. There are foiled pills, unused packets of rubber condoms – none of the mass-manufactured kinds – and rolls of gauze. The medical items are used for improper things, however. It is telling enough when a young man’s wrists are wrapped in white and tied with a knot, both of his arms locked above his head.

His fingernails are grown sharper, the color of them a dark slate gray (though they’re dipped in blood red, the prints dried along the tips). His partner is bent over him, kissing him deeply, holding his hands firmly overhead – quite a controlling position, though the younger man seems to lean into his every touch, accept every hard thrust.

“—nh—”

The sheets are ripped underneath, the mattress scratched in vertical lines, and the pillow is teared with cotton suds. There are splotches of blood that dot the places their bodies had touched. Reddened and raw scratch marks are visible on both their bodies – while Noah’s extend on his front torso, Yang Rong’s run down the entirety of his bare shoulders and back.

Continuous soft mewls and short moans drown out the ticking of the clock. When the kiss breaks apart, Noah looks dazed and strung-out. Saliva trickles down his puffed, bitten lips, and water has accumulated in his glossed eyes. Noah tries to move his hands, only to be held down again.

He elicits a small whine. “Ngh…”

“Be good and don’t scratch,” Yang Rong tells him, forcing him still. The alpha’s actions are as controlling as his words, yet there is a tenderness in the way he kisses Noah to appease. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Noah is full-body bared and flushed on top of ripped sheets. His legs are pliantly spread, catering to all advances, allowing the alpha to take charge and maneuver as desired. When the minute hand of the clock goes several rotations, his scratched skin is coated in splotches both wet and dry. Noah’s stomach is bloated tellingly – and expanding even more with the large erection nestled inside him. SoORE

When Yang Rong pulls out, copious fluids are oozed out of his entrance. Noah lets out a dissatisfied noise when the colonel hoists him onto his lap. Yang Rong places both hands on his slender waist and speaks a low command into his ears – “come on.” There is other filth whispered, more encouragement that is lost to Noah’s ears.

He sinks down with a soft mewl, clamping tightly onto Yang Rong’s shaft – the penetration is easier to bear after countless rounds. Noah has learned to take it in well, biting down on Yang Rong’s fingers so as to muffle his sounds. Trickles of blood run down the man’s palm – Noah laps it up quite eagerly, his own actions entirely lost in inebriation.

The colonel leans forward and says, “Wrap your legs around me.”

Noah, with furrowed brows, slides himself off and does as requested. Yang Rong says a few compliments – also lost to his ears – before groping him and spreading him wide. Noah instinctively braces to be entered, his arms wrapped around the colonel’s neck, his head dipped low and his lashes aquiver. xhEw1t

Yang Rong, in rut, says words that come out more like orders. “Relax yourself a little more, kitten.”

With a weak hum, Noah brushes his lips against the colonel’s neck, teething at his throat – a subconscious action in his canine heat. And it seems Yang Rong is in his last shreds of control, for he had never entered him so forcefully, lifting him up before slamming deep with a single thrust.

“—!”

Noah’s eyes widen in surprise, replaced by shock and pain when he’s penetrated all the way to the womb. Yang Rong’s member is engorged longer and thicker, much more than he can handle – and it continues to swell by the base, locking itself in. 7uTFU9

His omega physique is working overtime to accommodate, but he’s so stretched beyond that he can no longer form proper words – only sobs that are unbefitting of his elegance. “Breaking—me—” he might’ve choked, his fangs sinking down on the colonel’s nape. “Ah… I’m going to break…”

“—Noah,” comes a distorted voice above. “Noah, look at me… Fuck, I’m sorry… Only a little more, hm? I’ll pull out soon… Shh, don’t cry… Rong-ge will stop…”

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“N-No—” Noah shakes his head and tries to speak, but he cannot clarify his meaning. “—Wait—a-ah—wait…”

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“…” Noah scrunches his eyes shut, feeling his ears shifting and rubbing against the colonel’s jaw. “Colonel…Colonel… give me… give me a minute…”

Yang Rong, snapped back to conscience, is met with the sight of two soft fox ears. They perk out of softer silver hair, blending daintily with Noah’s mussed-up, dampened curls. They’re quite small, easily hidden if Noah’s hair were more fluffed, but very noticeable nonetheless to a pair of sharp, lusting eyes. Yang Rong very slowly raises a hand to fondle them, prompting a low whine from the younger man.

Yang Rong’s throat bobs.

“Give me…a minute,” Noah speaks raspingly, his expression entirely frazzled. “I’ll… take care of it… Colonel… wait…” buzF8K

His throat is coarse, and his voice is utterly sapped.

“Take care of it?” Yang Rong says – his voice is rolled in caramel, an undercurrent of arousal and more. “No need, little fox… Leave them out for me.”

Yang Rong rolls his hips, and the knot swells up nearly twice the size – and Noah thinks there is no absolute way he can take it semi-consciously. The gauze around his wrists and hands prevents him from digging at anywhere but air. His legs are being spread wider, and despite Yang Rong complimenting him once more (“beautiful,” he murmurs in appreciation), Noah is absolutely wrecked.

“Impossible—” he chokes, though his inner omega is preening to be filled. “It is impossible—Colonel—!” eT7u5O

He is certain his voice gives out at the first surge. The semen comes in waves, the searing heat spiking up to his chest. His stomach is bulged out when he rides through more, but his weak movements cannot keep up. He allows Yang Rong to guide – not that he has any capacity to take anymore, for his entrance spurts out traces in overload.

Obscene liquids are trailed where their bodies are joined. Noah orgasms onto the colonel’s abdomen, leaving residues up to the bandages on his chest. Filled entirely with Yang Rong’s seed, Noah collapses forward with a strangled moan.

“You’re taking my knot so perfectly too, little fox.” The infuriating man is still whispering filth, his teeth dragging across Noah’s perked ears. He bites teasingly before dragging his teeth on the nape of Noah’s neck. “Noah,” his breaths snake on his scent gland, “bare your neck for me.”

Still shuddering from the continuing wave, Noah can only give a weak moan. “…Hn…” LkHxa6

“Can you hear me, Noah?” Yang Rong scrapes his molars on sensitive, flushed skin.

“…Mn…”

“Hmm?” Yang Rong prompts further. “Who am I, Noah?”

“Mn…” Noah’s breaths are uneven. “I can hear you… Yang Rong…” mHdNGK

He feels Yang Rong’s lips curved on his neck.

“Good,” the man says as he bites hard on his gland, prompting a pained moan. Yang Rong bites him again – purely out of perversion as he watches Noah struggle with the gauze tied to his wrists. With a low chuckle, he gives a light smack to Noah’s hips, and enjoys it even more when Noah buckles down, riding more of his knot. “You have left enough marks on me, little kitten. It is only right that I repay.”

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“Y-Yang Rong…” Noah gasps out, feeling fainter with each passing second. “If I get… pregnant… I will… eat you alive…”

“Hmm?” Yang Rong, still slotted inside, rolls upward. “Not a bad image at all, baby.” He leans forward to give a kiss, swallowing the continuous moans out of the younger man’s mouth. Yang Rong’s voice is lowered with a teasing lilt. “How should I fuck you next?” fQY03W

Noah replies hoarsely, all his strength giving out, “Nn… however…you like…”

“Against the wall?” the colonel murmurs as he sucks a deep mark on Noah’s skin. “It would be pleasing to see you cling onto me for balance, to see you slide down prettily on my cock…”

“…” Noah plants himself on the man’s body and refuses to move. “Feeling faint…”

“And I would knot you repeatedly,” Yang Rong continues – and the man is fully smirking now, broadcasting his kinks at large. “See just how well you can accommodate me with that thin waist of yours.” He shamelessly rubs at Noah’s ears and says with his loud mouth, “Then I’d bend you over, have you beg to be taken… Do you like that, little fox?” 4vBqeV

“…You can… have your way with me…” Noah rasps out, closing his eyes. “When I wake… I will kill you personally… Colonel Yang…”

—

[at the same time, inner city]

“There have been recent reports of such sightings in the south.” mTaFf

The man who speaks is of professional standing. He’s donned in a crisp black suit just like all the other officials here at the roundtable. The atmosphere is entirely businesslike – no hushed comments, no pen scribbles, no movements at all. Over a dozen individuals are gathered.

“The operation is in the Antarctic terrain. Retrieve as many extremophilic samples as possible – avians, marine species, fungi. Beware of high solar radiation,” the man continues. “Sergeant Li, we will provide your squad with new equipment. Take care to read the manual and familiarize yourselves with the weaponry.”

Toward the side is a redhead soldier. She’s among the few not dressed to the nines here.

“Understood, sir,” she says. “Please commission for some gatherers to join the expedition.” S50dnA

“Your request is sent to Command.” The man nods before turning to another individual – a doctor in a white coat, his presence magnified despite also not being as well-dressed. “Dr. Shi, do you have other contributions?”

“I have said my piece,” Shi Luo responds. “I must warn of these so-called radioresistant extremophiles, however. It is uncertain whether they’ve been infected. The same of bacterial spores in the area, and of the wildlife near uranium deposit sites. Take caution when traveling.”

“We will issue a warning.” The man nods again. “And what of the current progress of your research?”

“Simply progressing,” Shi Luo says with a smile. “There is no need to concern yourself with the dull matters of our lab.” GTk76D

The other replies, “The meeting is dismissed.”

Then he seems to remember something – something of minor importance – and calls for a subordinate. The latter slides two plastic-wrapped objects on the table, passing it toward Li Jiayun.

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“Sergeant Li,” the man says. “These have been retrieved.”

Li Jiayun takes them. Two silver dog tags glint brightly under the ceiling lights, each with respective names of the soldiers she knew. After saying a quick word of gratitude, she pockets the tags and turns to leave the room. 3XKpQh

Shi Luo follows shortly after.

The two take the elevator down in comfortable silence. They also walk out the building in comfortable silence too – neither of them speaking but both of them giving a friendly, tacit smile. While Li Jiayun’s hint of forlorn, Shi Luo’s is a bit strained, but somewhat emotionless.

“Is something the matter… Dr. Shi?” she asks as they turn down the same road. The streets are vacant. “You are looking a little pale.”

“Please pay it no mind,” the doctor answers amicably. “Sergeant Li, in fact, I want to embark on your expedition to the Antarctic. There are some samples I want recovered, and it’d be difficult otherwise.” 4ma2ER

“If you wish, Dr. Shi. I’ll have your gear ready.” The young soldier seems confused but doesn’t inquire. Instead, she gives a small bow and a wave. “Then, Dr. Shi, the preparation will be done in a week’s time. I will relay you a message when near.”

“Sergeant Li.” Shi Luo speaks up before she leaves. “Would you like to know of his whereabouts? Yang Rong’s, that is.”

The redhead pauses. She ponders for a while before shaking her head with a soft chuckle. “It’s alright. Colonel Yang is always like that – often times, he would disappear only to come back with strange stories to tell. I reckon this time, it is only that his break is extended.”

“It may be permanent,” Shi Luo informs her. “He did mention retirement, after all.” rWTXo5

Li Jiayun gives a light laugh. “Retirement suits his personality best.”

The two of them part ways.

Nearly every corner of the city is emptied of citizens. The dwellers have stayed in their pods after the incident, not daring to venture out lest the crackdown is cleared. Only heavy-armed guards remain.

In one of many vacant corners of the streets, Shi Luo takes out his transceiver and taps a few memorized buttons. 65DGxh

No response even after five minutes of wait.

The doctor sighs and rubs his nose bridge, bringing the frame of his glasses up to his forehead. “…Still?”

—

“Noah.” OuVMwf

He jolts back to consciousness at the sound of his name. It is spoken in dulcet tones, rolled huskily by his ears. The first Noah registers is the fogged shower walls, the steaming heat on his body, the heavy heat inside his body – immediately, Noah’s mind is muddled.

His back is sliding down the wall, his body held up only by a pair of firm arms. His abdomen burns from the stretch and mindlessly, he raises a clawed hand to touch – very gingerly as if afraid any more movement will agonize. “…Full…”

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His voice is foreign to his ears, his syllables muted as though he were drowned in water. The showerhead is turned on, masking most of his drowsed moans, breathless whimpers. Beads of water trickle from his hair down to his face, and when he opens his eyes again to Yang Rong’s muscled body, his hooded expression… Noah’s breath constricts in his throat.

“Hmm?” There is as much pleasantry as there is heavy arousal in the colonel’s tone. Thick, alpha musk is only made more suffocating in the unventilated, small shower room. “Did you faint?” hFIHKl

Noah hums weakly, his body sliding down the walls. “…Rong…”

“What is it?” Yang Rong drops a light kiss on his forehead and supports his balance. The alpha’s voice is throaty, still lustful, but tinged with guilt. “Did I hurt you?”

Noah shakes his head. “Rong-ge,” he murmurs, taking soft gasps with every word. “Do you feel good?” He leans forward, nibbles the man’s raw lips, and asks, more hesitantly, “…Do you…like me?”

Yang Rong – a flash of surprise overtakes his forest-green eyes. His chuckle is a very attractive huff, warm against Noah’s skin. Yang Rong pulls out, and obscene liquids dribble from where they were joined. Noah is helped to the shower floor. lGtpyd

The man traces light kisses down to the jut of Noah’s mouth, to the mole on his lips. He slides a hand up Noah’s hair, kneads through wet silver locks, and rubs gently on his ears.

“You are so beautiful,” Yang Rong murmurs, then once more, as though he were stating a universal truth. “You are so beautiful,” the man repeats, his eyes curved as fondly as his lips. “How should I show you that I love you?”

Noah, for the simplest of reasons, finds his cheeks abnormally heated up. It is not only the warm water drizzling out of the shower head, the steam swirling around his nude body, the burning fluids pooling underneath his rear. Yang Rong is hovered over him – not domineeringly anymore, despite the choking pheromones emitted from his glands – and Noah finds he has seriously been caught.

Noah feels a tingling sensation on his marked neck, another numbing wave that passes through his head and to his entire body. He reaches behind himself and rubs his hand on his loosened entrance. His palm is slathered with residue cum when he brings it back. IX1NLc

Noah smears it around his fingers – the colonel watches with dilated eyes – and then leans forward, bumping his head onto Yang Rong’s heated chest.

“Well, will you continue to have your way with me, Colonel Yang…?” Noah murmurs. “Or are you finished already?”

A calloused hand tugs on his hair, tugs on his silvery-white ears.

“You’re asking for weeks of limping,” the colonel tells him in a rumble by his ears. Yang Rong, with eyes that take the shade of storm, picks him out of the tub, bends him by the bathroom mirror, and whispers all kinds of filth. “Spread yourself wider, baby. I want to see just how perfectly you can take me.” lsAHcy

“Then, Rong-ge,” he moans just for the show of it, “do your best.”

And Noah immediately regrets his actions, his prompting, his slight tease that Yang Rong seems to take as a personal challenge. Noah has half a mind to retort with something else – such as, a remark on the man’s overly talkative nature, his irritating use of pet names, his vulgarity, his perversion – but all speech is made incoherent through his own choked moans.

Yang Rong’s fingers, ridged and scaly, a texture Noah is certainly not attuned to, slide into the innermost part of his body. Noah’s eyes widen in realization. “Yang R—g!”

Noah climaxes at a single hard thrust, his vision steamed. v7dKT

“Your tail…” Yang Rong murmurs lowly by his ears, enjoying his moans to the fullest. “I hear it may be possible to grow one?”

“…”

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“Should we try?” the colonel whispers, kissing him infuriatingly gently on the neck. He rubs an unsatiated, engorged member between his entrance. “Perhaps I can harden this part as well. Would you like that, little fox? Hmm?”

Noah can only choke, before his body gives out, “Yang…Rong… when I wake… you are certain…to be dead…” yAUVZY

author: ok sorry there is no more smut after this OK IM SORRY

three more chapters to go! would anyone be interested in a small event celebrating the ending? ; ; i may think of one if there’s interest ?