Tim thought he was going to die when a scav’s grenade flew over the bit of debris he was using as a bulwark. He was already nursing a grazed wound in his calf, slowing his reaction time, and as he tried to jump away his leg gave out. He cried out in pain, undoubtedly betraying his position even more to the oncoming enemies, but with an explosive counting down mere inches from him, did it really matter?
Just as he was about to close his eyes and accept the inevitable, something landed besides him, so heavy he felt the ground shake beneath his feet. Before he could react large, strong arms wrapped around his waist and legs and heaved him up off the ground.
Tim gasped as he was whisked off into the air just as the grenade exploded in an incendiary blast, the debris he’d been using to shield himself instantly catching flame.
“Back off, scumbags!” A gruff voice shouted above him, reverberating through the bulging chest he’d been pressed up against. It took Tim a couple more seconds to realize Wilhelm had grabbed him, snatching him away from certain death as he mowed down the rest of the scavs. The cyborg’s little drones made short work of those Wilhelm only injured as he landed hard on the surface of the moon, sending up a little puff of greenish dust.
“You all right there, Jackie?” He grunted, still cradling Tim in his huge arms, pressed up against his beefy chest. Tim could hardly think, too preoccupied both with how close he’d come to death and with the fact that Wilhelm could cradle him like it was nothing. His head rested against one of Wilhelm’s large chest, listening to his thumping heartbeat and feeling like a child in the cyborg’s strong embrace.
“Hey.” Tim jolted as Wilhelm shook him. “You still kicking there?”
“U-Um—yeah I’m okay…” Tim mumbled, mushing his words together. His heart still beat fast even though the danger had long passed. Wilhelm had already killed everyone, he was safe, and yet Tim still couldn’t calm down properly.
“You look a lil’ shaken, pretty boy. Think you can stand?” Wilhelm smirked down at him. “Or do you need me to carry you all the way to Concordia?”
“I’m—“ Tim’s cheeks flushed deep pink, squirming in Wilhelm’s grasp. “I think I can walk—“
Wilhelm tutted. “Not on that leg, you won’t. Fresh outta Anshin, though. You’re gonna have to stay put for the time being.”
“…Okay…” Tim replied, his voice pitching up weakly as he burrowed back against Wilhelm’s chest, hoping by the time they reached Concordia the tight heat in his stomach and ground would go away.
Tim had never been to the opera before. Much less in a private box.
But considering he wasn’t the one footing the bill, he tried not to let it bother him. No, instead he tried just to sit pretty and poised in the suite he’d been given at the beginning of this “date.”
“Are you enjoying the show, darling?” A now-familiar, posh voice to his right spoke as a slim hand came to rest on his thigh. Tim shivered at the slight scrape of those long blue nails against the fabric of his dress pants, his attention shifting from the singers on-stage to the woman sitting beside him.
Aurelia looked beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Honestly, Tim wondered how someone as plain as him could’ve attracted the attention of such a wealthy, magnificent alpha. There were plenty of other omegas at the agency he considered far more eye-catching then himself, yet Aurelia had picked him out of the bunch, even with his messy hair and excess of freckles, to accompany her. He shyly smiled, not even trying to hide his blush. He couldn’t help it—her icy blue eyes ignited pleasant feelings in his stomach, and though he knew she’d only paid for his services through dinner and a show, he secretly hoped she’d choose to add onto their evening. The hand that rubbed sensually up and down his thigh seemed promising, as did the powerful scent beginning to creep over her cloud of perfume.
“You really are a charming, handsome young man, aren’t you Timothy?” Aurelia growled, her nails digging slightly into the meat of his leg. Tim bit his lip, his stomach doing a flip-flop inside of him. The warbling of the singers on-stage started to blend together, irrelevant under the interested tone of Aurelia’s voice.
“Do…do you really think so…?” He mustered after a moment, squirming in his seat as he felt a slight twitch in his pants. He pulled his teeth against his lower lip, knowing if he started getting slick it would be over for the both of them. Neither would be able to resist.
“Of course, darling. You’re so…earnest. And so very humble.” Aurelia leaned in, bright blue stole falling slightly against her chest. “Much better than some of the omegas I’ve taken out.”
“O-Oh, well…thank you…” Tim’s breath caught in his throat as the hand on his thigh lifted, this time coming to rest on the bulge of his crotch. “Um…”
“I think I’ll be adding onto your time. And don’t worry dear, no one will notice us.” Her red lips pulled in a lusty grin, eyes flitting sideways. “That Hyperion bastard and his brat might hear us in the box over but…well, I don’t much care about what they think.”
Tim didn’t know either of those people, but with Aurelia’s hand where he needed it most and tens of feet above the audience, their eyes already focused on the show on stage, he couldn’t muster up much reason to deny her.
Inktober Day 4 – This was supposed to be day one but based on a few requests I changed it a bit. Vampire!Jackothy either way! Do I really need to explain this?
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