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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      ASTRO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Lee_Dongmin_|_Cha_Eunwoo/Moon_Bin
  Character:
      Lee_Dongmin_|_Cha_Eunwoo, Moon_Bin, Yoon_Sanha, Park_Minhyuk_|_Rocky,
      Park_Jinwoo_|_Jin_Jin, Kim_Myungjun_|_MJ, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Jeon_Jungkook
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, deltas, bts_-_Freeform
  Series:
      Part 1 of Meet_the_Delta's
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-05 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3149
****** When wolves dance ******
by TaeTaes_Abs_(Linxe_Termoil)
Summary
     Of an accidental mating and other things.
Notes
     Rape/non-con tags because, you know, A/B/O dynamics... Eunwoo is
     still in highschool, Moon Bin is still younger than Eunwoo is so
     underage. Graphic depictions of sex in the first chapter, maybe
     second one as well. Leave feedback and let me know what you think. I
     love comments.
See the end of the work for more notes
Dongmin wiped at the sweat running down his forehead, all the while cursing
himself out for being overeager and ambitious. He should have declined the
Principal's request, or at the very least found someone else to fill in for
him. Panting for breath now as a coil of heat spiked his insides, angry at the
fact that he was sick and had not paid attention to it, Dongmin moved th rough
the back corridor he had been patrolling for fellow students, annoyed because
his fellow council students were actually inside the concert hall, watching for
students in there.
He really should have made one of them come with him to keep him company.
Safety in numbers and all that. Besides, he had a funny feeling someone was
probably going to be carrying him out of there, either on a back or a
stretcher. A stretcher sounded nice. He would really like to lay down right
now.
Another wave of fire coiled up in his stomach, before unwinding and licking
away at his insides, the feeling more intense this time around than it had been
last.
Dongmin choked, feeling like he was going to throw up. Mortified at the thought
of vomiting in public, Dongmin stumbled to the door on his left and tried the
handle, relieved when it gave way to his hand and let him in. Another wave of
heat hit him just as the door opened, distracting him to the point he never
noticed the star taped neatly to the door, a name written neatly in hangul. If
he had, perhaps he would not have gone into that room. But he did.
Nearly crying out with the pain and intensity of it, and uncomfortably hot,
Dongmin pulled at his school tie, unaware as he shrugged out of his school
blazer that he had caught hold of his shirt, ripping out the top buttons as his
tie came undone in his hand.
A hint of cool air licked at his skin, offering a brief moment of respite from
the nausea, the heat and the cloudiness that seemed to be swallowing his mind
whole.
Blinking rapidly, dazed and more than slightly confused as to what was going
on, Dongmin pulled out his cell phone to text a friend, or call 911, aware that
something was desperately wrong with him, even as the haziness settled once
more over his mind, blanking everything out.
===============================================================================
Moon Bin was flying high on adrenaline, jubilant and as noisy as the others
when they left the stage, sweat streaking down his forehead.
"Bin, you're going home on the other van, right?" Jinjin, their leader and his
hyung, asked, brows knotting as he kept track of the members moving about
through the hall, ducking and weaving around various staff members, all in a
concerted effort to get to their changing rooms so they could change their
clothes and go home, eager to start the vacation they had been promised.
"Yep," Bin answered. "They said they would drop me off at the train station
from here." Bin smiled at his hyung, excited for a different reason altogether
now. Now that promotions and their very first tour were over, the company was
giving them a week off. A reward for what the company considered to be a
successful campaign in gathering attention and sales. Bin was going to get to
go home and see his sister and mother for the first time in two years. The only
person who was more excited than he was was Sanha.
Coming to the door that led to his changing room, Moon Bin waved at Jinjin even
as the older boy became distracted by something that Sanha and Myungjun were
doing, paying no attention to him. It made him smile wider. He was going to
miss the antics between the oldest and youngest members... maybe.
Humming as he stepped into his changing room, he kicked his shoes off and
started toward the bathroom, pulling his shirt over his head. Dropping it on
the couch as he walked past it, his other hand lazily trailed down his abs,
dick beginning to stiffen in his pants at the sensation as his fingers flicked
open the buttons on his jeans. Shaking his hips in an awkward dance as he
continued to walk, Bin shimmied out of his jeans, the back of his neck
prickling as the small hairs at the nape of his neck stood on end.
He could feel his body flushing at the thought of being able to get off,
another reward for a job well done. A well-deservedreward, in Bin's opinion.
With the lack of band members and fellow roommates, Bin could honestly say this
was something he was looking forward to more than going home.
Bin wiped the sweat off his forehead and pushed his boxers off his hips,
shimmying them down his legs until he kicked them off. Eager to get to the
bathroom where he could shower and take care of his not-so-small problem, Bin
had his fingers wrapped around his dick, tugging teasingly at the base when he
came around the corner of the bathroom, breathing sharp and ragged in
excitement. So focused on getting to the shower, Bin was oblivious.
He didn't realize he wasn't alone until he turned the shower on and turned
around to grab his travel bag, hand colliding with a near-shirtless boy. The
skin on skin contact was like being hit with a lightning bolt even as his mind
took in the state the other boy was in.
Eyes wide open and teeming with panic, the boy was at least as tall as Bin
himself was. Sweat was pouring  down the boys face, bangs glued to his
forehead. Bin had a moment to recognize and acknowledge the fact that the boy
had a sweet, sweet face before the thumping of the boy's heartbeat beneath his
hand caught his attention, the smooth skin of his chest making Bin's heart
catch in his chest, seizing for a split second before it started again,
thumping even harder in his chest, face flushing as this thumb, of it's own
volition, moved and brushed over the boy's brown dime-sized nipples.
His nipples were already hard, the nubs sticking out in a tiny point. It made
Bin realize they weren't the only thing on the boy that was hard. He could not
help himself. He brushed his thumb over the nubs again and again, drawing a
short, surprised gasp that turned into a wanton moan of need.
Bin's dick, as impossible as it should have been, got harder and stood more
firmer against his stomach, higher than his belly button. He was so hard it was
painful.
 A storm of dizziness almost overwhelmed Bin as the scent of the boys arousal
spiked, and for Bin he suddenly understood what was going on, why he was so
enamored with this boy, unable to break away. It almost broke him, knowing it
was too late. For Bin, for this boy who smelled so good, it was almost
ridiculous. For them, and any dreams they may have had. It was too late.
Bin had just a second to feel anger at how helpless he was, an alpha, to the
enticing smell of an omega in heat. To this omega in heat. Never before had he
felt so helpless, incapable of controlling himself or his urges. Not even when
Myungjun, his eldest hyung, had gone into heat and he had been forced to pull
Jinjin out of room while Sanha had run into to comfort Myungjun, had he felt so
hopeless. Even if it had taken both him and their manager, a beta who was
already mated to a very pretty omega lady twelve years his senior, to get
Jinjin out of the dorm.
That moment of anger and helplessness passed as the boys scent continued to
rise, a full tide coming in beneath the sway of the moon, intense and
beautiful. Bin inhaled deeply, stroked the boys nipple a little firmer,
eliciting more sweet sounds from the boys throat, music to his ears. The almost
painful pressing of his thumb against the nub served to catch the boy's
attention. The boy raised his head, his eyes slowly coming into focus. They
stared each other eye, Bin slowly coming to the realization that the boy had
been staring at his dick. Bin had thought it would be impossible for things to
get any hotter, but the realization proved him wrong, body heat seeming to
intensify as he realized this was the first time they had looked each other in
the eyes.
He had beautiful eyes.
And than Bin heard it.
"Please. Please. Pleasepleaseplease."
The words were so soft they were barely more than a pant, a gasp of air against
the stillness of the room, a bare breath pleading, begging for relief.
"I am so sorry," Bin whispered, voice hoarse. It was the only thing he could
think to say in that one second when he realized just how utterly terrified the
boy was. All cohesive thought was pushed away, the boy's scent so strong it was
like he was facing a hurricane.
The boy's heat was fully upon them.
Bin crashed into the boy, lips colliding, in his effort to consume the boy,
make him his. His hand slid down the boy's chest, trailed down his stomach
until he found the boy's belly button, fingers noting with a thrill that the
boy had an outtie belly-button, the soft folds of extra scar-tissue firm
against his prodding finger. The boy gasped against his mouth. Bin moved on,
hand trailing lightly along the boys abs until he reached the boy's waistline,
his pants in the way of Bin's exploring hand. Bin growled into the boys mouth,
discontent with the belt that held the boy's pants in place, in the way.
He slid his hand beneath the boys pants, fingers hooking the bottom edge of the
boys belt, the frenzy of the boy's heat lending him extra strength and edge of
desperation as he pulled with all his might, tearing the belt in two, uncaring
that he had almost ripped the boys pants and underwear clean off him in the
process. The only thing that let him know he had hurt the boy in the process
was when the boy bit his lip, drawing blood from Bin.
The pain was enough to bring Bin to his senses for a second, long enough to
realize what he had done, that he was going to have to apologize for the
bruises the boy would surely sport before lust once more consumed him, taking
over once more.
Pants and underwear band stretched enough that they fell off the boys hips,
pleasing Bin's inner wolf to no end. Bin's hands slid around the boys waistline
until they were sliding down the boy's almost nonexistent ass. Bin grasped hold
of the boy's ass, hands holding firmly onto the boy, fingers almost but not
quite digging into the crack of his butt, stretching his cheeks apart as Bin
lifted the boy onto the the bathroom counter, knocking over a bottle of shampoo
in the process.
Almost desperate with the hormones raging through him, Bin let go of the boy
and pulled back, a displeased sound coming from both of them as they separated.
Bin's hands slid down the boy's thighs, fingernails leaving scratch marks until
he reached his knees. Grasping at them, Bin pulled sharply. The boy toppled
over backward, the back of his head hitting the bottom part of the mirror, the
sing faucet digging into the boys back. Bin didn't care, though. He only had
one goal, one need, in mind.
He pulled the boys pants and underwear the rest of the way off his legs, one of
his shoes falling off in the process, leaving him in nothing but his half
undone dress shirt, socks and shoes, his legs splayed out and no longer leaving
nothing to the imagination. Bin raked his eyes over the boy, approving even
more of the flat stomach, a hint of abs peaking beneath the flesh of his
stomach and the slender thighs that Bin couldn't help but grasp once more,
forcefully pulling the boy closer to him, helping the moving boy that was
trying to get his ass out of the sink.
The back of his head once more hit the mirror, this time hard enough to crack
it, a light trail of blood left behind as Bin continued pulling the boy out of
the sink until his ass was just barely hanging over the counter.
It was just enough, the wild, uncontrolled part of Bin's mind decided as he
inhaled deeply, letting the boys scent soak into his senses. Bin reached out
with his left hand and grasped the boy's penis, wrist flicking. Once. Twice,
Three times. Each flick of his wrist caused the boy's eyelids to flutter, the
pain and excitement brightening his eyes. Bin spit onto the boy's dick, hand
wrapping firmly around the thick girth of his cock, spreading his spittle along
the boy's length until he reached the crown of his penis, foreskin pulled back,
leaving the boy's sensitive glans exposed and unguarded as Bin rolled his
wrist, fingers stroking past the corona while his thumb teased the long, thick
vein running the length of the boy's shaft.
The boy gasped at the sensation, eyes opening along with his mouth, his pants
painful and ragged to Bin's ears. The boy's legs spread wider, wanton with
need, pupils blown wide with the lust of heat.
"Please!" The boy finally moaned out, beyond desperate with need. His please
rang through the changing room, through Bin's ears. It ricocheted through out
his soul, appealing to Bin's wolf, and to Bin himself.
Bin didn't let go of the boy's dick, just continued stroking as Bin moved his
hips, grasping the shaft of his own dick with his other hand as his penis
wedged itself between the boys ass cheeks, hips jabbing into the boys perineum
until he found what it was he was seeking, uncaring if the boy was slick enough
with lube, uncaring if the boy was prepared or not, uncaring if the boy was or
was not a virgin.
A part of Bin died the moment his dick entered the boy, even as his eyes
squeezed shut, whether it be from the blissful, tight sensation squeezing
around his cock, or to keep the tears from leaking out of his eyes. Another
squeeze around his dick refocused his thoughts on the boy underneath him, all
thoughts swept away by the primal needs engulfing his soul as Bin utterly lost
the war taking place within his own soul. The only thoughts now were primitive
in nature: Mark, claim, mate.
Bin pounded into the boy, the tight slickness of his walls becoming tighter as
the boy spasmed beneath him, his mouth open as the boy wailed in pleasure.
Bin's wolf preened with pride, pleased to know it was doing something right.
Considering he had never done this before, it brought a small sense of relief
to Bin, as well. It all became too much for Bin. It was like a supernova
exploded behind his eyes as his knot fully expanded, catching on the boy's rim
and forcing Bin's hips still, locking them together in a mating dance that was
meant to ensure children. Sensitive to the feeling around his knot and the fact
that his dick was still pulsing the seeds of new life into the boy beneath him,
Bin leaned forward and clamped his teeth down into the boy. Biting between his
shoulder and neck a primitive and very visual marking that a lot of people in
today's society considered to be barbaric. Mating had occurred the moment Bin
had penetrated the boy, a melding of scents taking place that forced the two of
them to smell like one another in a process that scientists had yet to figure
out.
It was a process that would last for the rest of their lives, a bond that would
never dissolve, even if one of them were to die.
This knowledge broke Bin down when he became more self-aware, the primitive
mindset of his wolf fading into the background now that mating had occurred.
Bin tried to wipe at the tears trailing down his cheeks, even as his hips began
moving again, seemingly of their own accord. The swell of his knot had
diminished, allowing him some movement. It felt like an eternity before his
knot diminished enough for him to forcefully pull out of the boy, a pained
noise coming from the unconscious boy's mouth. Bin had enough strength of mind
left to grab hold of the boy and lift him off the counter. He carefully sagged
to the floor and placed his mate on his back until he too could drop onto his
own back. He stared up at the ceiling, exhausted and unsure. Not just of
himself, but of everything in general.
The only thing Bin was sure of was that he now had a mate whom he knew nothing
about, not even his name, and said mate's heat still wasn't over.
Bit sat up and pulled at the boy's dress pants until he was holding them,
digging through the back pockets until he had his wallet in his hand. He went
through it and found what he was looking for fairly quickly.
Staring at the boy's ID, Bin found more questions than answers swirling through
his mind. He dropped the boy's wallet and fell backward once more in surprise,
hand still clutching at the wallet. His mate was eighteen. Older than Bin,
even. His anger dissipated with the onset of confusion and a hint of arousal as
the boy's heat stirred once more.
Bin turned onto his side until he was looking at the sleeping boy, locks of
hair glued to his forehead with sweat.
But staring was not getting anything accomplished. Bin forced himself up and
went into the other room, rummaging through his belongings until he found
something for himself and his mate, whom he was relieved to find was just a tad
bit taller than him, by the way, to wear.
Bin would be damned if he was going to fuck the boy that had become his mate in
the changing rooms again, or ever, for that matter. Not until he had some
answers, anyway.
Staring down at his now dressed mate, Bin sighed and bent down, picking the boy
up. He couldn't help the small smile that crossed his face as the boy's face
lulled to the side, his mate's nose pressed to his neck.
Despite the fact that he found it cute... he was still a little bit put off.
"Will, Lee Dongmin, my dear alpha mate, you have some explaining to do..."
 
End Notes
     Wonders off to bathe in holy water and see about a Priest for
     confession.
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