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soft-starker-things · 4 years
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The Auction- Omega!Peter and Alpha!Tony
Omega Peter is kidnapped by the underground slave trade and Alpha Tony stumbles upon him during the auction.
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Peter knew he shouldn’t have left the house, not just after his first heat ended. Sweet pheromones still clung to his skin and slick made a wet trail down his thigh, but he needed to make it to work, or else he and May would fall further behind on their rent.
Now he was cornered in a dark alley, large alphas hovering over him and suffocating him with their musk.
“Oooh,” One cooed, “What a pretty little thing we’ve found. You smell like you’re just begging to be taken, slut.” The insult was accompanied by a glob of spit landing in Peter’s hair, startling him so bad Peter flinched backwards.
“No, don’t you smell it?” Another said, sounding far too excited, “He’s a virgin.”
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Tony gritted his teeth as he entered the dimly lit room, the smell of sex, drugs, and alpha arousal assaulting his nose. The nervous doorman led him and his bodyguards to a table that stood right in front of the stage. The alpha eyed the velvet chair disdainfully as he sat, the doorman pulling it out for him.
The sooner this was over with, the better. The only reason Tony attended the auction in the first place was to maintain his relationship with Strange, but Tony was starting to doubt that this was worth it.
Soon guards started to march drugged omegas onto the stage, the alphas in the audience hooting as they forced them to turn or bend over. It made Tony sick, and he did his best to ignore his urge to shoot all the alphas in the forehead and gift their corpses to the omegas they abused.
The alpha had just downed his second shot of scotch when an omega boy stumbled onto the stage. He absolutely took Tony’s breath away. Even dazed, his caramel eyes were stunning and his soft brown curls made Tony want to run his fingers through the boy’s hair. He was naked, his tiny, curvy body on display, his small waist and pale, unblemished skin making Tony drool. The omega was perfect.
And then the guard went and shoved the boy forward, cracking a riding crop hard on the boy’s flank. The boy’s eyes filled with tears, and he scrambled away from the guard, falling on the stage with a thud loud enough to make Tony cringe.
“You see that, folks? Wonderfully submissive, the sweetest little thing really, and just look how easily marked that skin is,” The auctioneer crowed, pinching the boy’s stomach to show off the red mark it left behind.
That wouldn’t do at all, Tony thought as his blood boiled.
“We start at 400,000, but for a pretty thing like this, that’s nothing!”
“450,000!”
“550,000!”
“600,000!”
“700,000!”
Anonymous voices clambered to call out their bid.
“Five million!” Tony roared, standing up hard enough to push his chair back.
The crowd hushed, and the auctioneer fell silent, stunned.
“Y-yes, five million dollars is the bid,” the man stuttered, “going once, going twice, sold!”
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After the auction, a server led Tony to the back.
“We’ll have your purchase ready in just a minute, sir,” the server said politely, quietly exiting the room.
When they brought to boy to him, he was trembling, a bruise already forming on his back from the abuse he suffered on stage. He was still naked, but now a chain was wrapped around his neck attached to a leather leash.
Tony cooed at the poor thing, whispering soft reassurances as he pulled the whimpering boy into his chest, carefully sliding his suit jacket off his shoulders to wrap around the boy. The boy was so small, the jacket hung to his thighs. He was still clearly drugged and frightened, and it broke Tony’s almost nonexistent heart.
When the omega nuzzled into Tony’s neck, making little snuffling noises, Tony vowed to not let any harm come to the omega he didn’t even know the name of yet.
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soft-starker-things · 5 years
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Omega!neko!Peter Parker X Mob Boss Tony Stark X Steve Rogers
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It had been a complete coincidence that Steve and Tony found Peter Parker. The alpha couple had been walking home from dinner when Steve paused, hearing a barely there whimper.
Steve may be the ruthless bodyguard of the most feared mob boss, but deep down he was still the scrawny softy who Tony gave the super serum to, so when he heard someone in need, he helped them. It was part of the reason Tony loved him so damn much, and why he humored the blonde man.
Steve stepped into the alley the noise had come from, hearing shuffling and a rapidly beating heart next to a dumpster in the back. The man cautiously approached a dirty, shivering bundle of blankets.
“Are you alright?” Steve asked softly, crouching down next to the pile.
A little whimper sounded from the pile.
“You can come out,” Steve coaxed, expecting a starved adult, at worse a homeless child, but much to his surprise Steve was greeted with twitching kitten ears pressed flat against a head of matted, brown curls. Fearful, amber, doe-eyes blinked up at him, face partially hidden by blankets the kitten held protectively up to his face. What made Steve’s stomach clench even further was the sweet scent of pure omega wafting from the pitiful thing.
Steve couldn’t help but soften at the sight of those big eyes, that scent, and that cute cat tail wrapped tightly around the boy’s own waist. “Hey sweetheart, it’s alright,” Steve cooed, “Why don’t you let me help you?”
The boy sniffled, lowering the filthy blanket he was wrapped in. Steve gave the boy a large smile at the little sign of trust. Hybrids and omegas were naturally delicate creatures, made to be taken care of, and born with a naive trust that their owners’ were meant to protect. Being both made this boy even more delicate, but all the more precious. However, this boy had clearly been hurt before, but he was still willing to give Steve a chance and that made the alpha soldier’s heart warm, but it went ice cold when he caught sight of the chain collar wrapped cruelly around the boy’s neck.
It was far too tight, digging into the omega’s skin where it was already raw and bleeding, and was held together by a padlock that hung heavily at the boy’s collarbone.
“What did you find, hon,” Tony called as he strolled into the alley.
The little kitten flinched, body tensing once again.
“Hush Tony, you’re scaring the poor thing,” Steve sighed, giving the boy a reassuring smile, even thought his fists were clenched in anger. How could someone treat such a sweet creature so poorly? But, no matter how angry Steve felt, the boy would no doubt feel the anger was directed at him, and that would help no one.
Tony noticed his mate’s tenseness and hovered over Steve’s shoulder, humming in surprise when he realized Steve had stumbled upon a little omega hybrid.
“What’s his name?” Tony asked, tossing his cigarette butt into the alley.
“P-pet-ter,” The boy answered in the sweetest, smallest voice the alphas had ever heard.
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It took a little while to coax the kitten out of hiding, but once he was comfortable enough with Steve, he simply latched onto the blonde alpha, allowing him to hoist Peter onto his hip so that his legs could wrap around Steve’s waist. The omega was so small and malnourished, Steve barely felt like he was holding anything, but being able to smell and protect him made something in Steve settle. Something he didn’t really want to explore right now.
They walked back to the car Tony had called for, the boy watching Tony from over Steve’s shoulder curiously, wary still clear in his pretty eyes. Amused, and a little endeared by the kitten, Tony gave the boy a playful wink and wave, making the poor thing blush and bury his head in Steve’s neck, no doubt chasing the comforting scent of alpha.
When they finally got back to the mansion, Peter woke from his little doze the car ride had lulled him into and returned to full alertness as he noticed the guards lining the mansion gates and entrances. His little fists were clenched into Steve’s sweater and his ears flicked with every little noise.
Steve shushed him when he began making distressed little mewls as they neared the guards. “These men are only here to protect you, honey, I promise,” Steve whispered to the frantic boy.
“You hear that, boys,” Tony called, hand resting on his holster where his gun was, “if any harm comes to this cutie, you’ll be answering to me.” Peter watched Tony say this with wide eyes, mouth parted in surprise.
When they entered the house, the boy’s breath hitched, taking in all of the luxury and opulence. The mansion was huge, and the kitten could only blink owlishly as Steve carried him through the hallways to a massive bedroom and further into the en suite bathroom.
Peter shivered when Steve placed him on the counter, the ragged, oversized shirt he wore was hardly enough to protect him from the cold of the granite, even if it did fit him like a dress. Tony leaned against the doorframe, fondly watching Steve fuss over the kitten.
“I’m gonna run you a nice bath, alright honey?” Steve told the omega “And then we're gonna get some food into that little tummy.” Steve gently prodded the boy’s stomach as he said this, earning a tiny giggle.
“But first-” Steve paused, lips pursing into a grim line, “We’re going to have to get that nasty collar off, alright?”
Peter froze, unsure and hesitant to let the alpha mess with the painful thing around his neck. The blonde lifted a hand to rub soothing circles on the boy’s hip, and cooed gently at the omega, “I promise, we’ll be super careful, but if we leave it on, it will only hurt worse, baby.” The omega finally assented, little hands grabbing Steve’s large, calloused one for comfort.
At this, Tony stepped forward, holding a tiny saw up to them. It looked more like an electric toothbrush with a small circular blade on the end, but it was enough to make the boy start audibly panting in panic.
Tony shushed the boy, caressing Peter’s jaw, “I won’t hurt you,” Tony’s eyes darkened, “No one will ever hurt you again.” Despite the fact that Tony’s dark expression had scared away criminals far scarier than the tattered, omega kitten, something in his eyes must have reassured the boy because his grip loosened on steve’s hand and he gave a little nod to Tony.
It earned a soft smile from Tony and he slowly turned the saw on and cut off the padlock, letting the chain fall loose and clatter to the floor. The kitten sucked in a greedy, ragged breath and clutched Steve’s hand to his chest in relief.
Compared to that, the bath was relatively painless now that the boy seemed to have gained trust in both the alphas. He was still clearly wary and hurt, if the way he flinched any time Tony shifted in the doorway, or if Steve moved too fast, indicated. He had bruises all over his tiny body, making both men growl when they were revealed. The violent marks were a harsh contrast to his milky, baby soft skin and were just so wrong on such an innocent boy. A boy that giggled when Steve added bubbles to the bath and who shyly asked Steve for the strawberry smelling shampoo.
“Alright sweetheart, let’s go have some dinner,” Steve cooed as he held up a fluffy towel for Peter to step into.
The boy looked so adorably conflicted over leaving the warm bath for food that it made Steve and Tony chuckle.
“It’s okay, I promise you’ll get to take lots more bubble baths,” Steve assured the boy kindly, helping the delicate boy out of the bathtub and wrapping him in the towel.
He gently guided Peter into one of Tony’s MIT sweatshirts and a pair of his boxers, urging the boy to place his hands on his shoulders for balance. The clothes absolutely swamped the kitten and made the alphas want snuggle the adorable boy.
“Uh-” Tony awkwardly stepped up to them, holding out a pair of fuzzy socks, “His feet will get cold.”
Steve gave Tony a warm smile, a fondness welling up in his chest at seeing Tony’s nurturing side.
Once the boy was dressed, Steve hoisted him back onto the counter. The boy cocked his head questioningly.
“We just gotta take care of your neck, alright?” Steve cooed. The boy gave a shy nod.
Tony and Steve made quick work of taking care of the boy’s neck. Steve was there to reassure him, sitting on the counter with the boy and holding him against his side, while Tony applied antiseptic and carefully wrapped a pink bandage around the kitten’s throat. The bandage had been a gag gift from Clint, but now Tony was happy they had it when it made Peter lift a small hand to admire the bandage with a pleased smile.
Steve lifted Peter into his arms once again and they made their way to the kitchen where their chef had already prepared a delicious smelling soup. Peter perked up as soon as he caught a whiff of the stew, his little socked feet kicking excitedly.
Once Tony sat a bowl of soup down in front of the kitten, he ate with vigour, his tail swishing happily the whole time and occasionally brushing the arms of Tony and Steve who sat on either side of him. He could only finish a little bit before he was full, a good indication that he probably hadn’t had a full meal in awhile.
It made Steve’s heart ache knowing that this precious little boy had been leading such a terrible life, but just maybe the boy could have a life here with them, and seeing the fond looks Tony gave the boy Steve knew he was thinking the same thing. The was so soft and sweet, that maybe he could smooth some of their hard edges.
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