Subject V.2.3A | "OMEGA" (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cerhadivision) wrote2017-05-14 09:57 pm
cerhadivision) wrote2017-05-14 09:57 pm
Isla Sorna
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Forbluebetabitch
When you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.
They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.
And then there's Blue and Omega.
The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.
Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.
If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.
For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.
Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.
For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.
Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.
Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.
"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"
Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.
"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.
Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.
"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."
The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.
Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."
The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"
"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."
The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.
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bluebetabitchWhen you spend a long time building something with your own two hands, it becomes difficult to wrap your mind around the idea of the work being done. Owen grew up around that kind of mindset, and knows very well how it feels to be in the same grip. But he doesn't mind. That's the thing about having a family: it expands, and the world around it needs to expand with it. Little by little, the house came up around them, and they settled into it, and he's never really stopped working this little world of his over like an ever-evolving project that he loves with his whole heart.
They're settled here. Officially. No one can deny it, and even though Owen still has dreams sometimes about InGen -- or anyone -- hunting them down to rip the girls, or even the boys, out of his hands, those fears evaporate every morning. The girls get along as well as any sisters do, and even the squabbling has died down in recent months; the boys have adapted beautifully, and although Chi and Psi still exhibit behavior that looks odd alongside the girls from time to time, they no longer struggle to meet expectations that were completely alien to them for most of their lives.
And then there's Blue and Omega.
The difference in Blue between her youth on Isla Nublar, and the young womanhood that quite clearly blossomed in the Santa Lucia Mountains of central California, is not only noticeable, but striking. Always the one he could rely on over the others, Blue has managed to develop into a creature that is both an extension of his right arm and yet still a highly independent person who no longer looks to him quite so often for cues; she still values her space and her privacy, but those withdrawals from the pack just to brood and sulk have all but disappeared. And while Blue's temper will always strike fear into the hearts of her siblings -- adopted or otherwise -- she's learned to balance it with patience, a trait that would always thwart her more than any other. Until now. Owen always wanted Blue to learn that balance between animal instinct and human rationality, and he knew she'd get there in her own way sooner or later. Now, it seems she has, and it's a beautiful thing to see.
Then, as if her own transformation wasn't enough, she'd somehow managed to turn her mate into an entirely different person.
If Blue's maturation is impressive, Omega's has been nothing short of miraculous. All right... Owen is a professional behaviorist; he knows there's no such thing as miracles, only hard work and dedication. Only this time it wasn't his. It was Blue's time, effort, and uncharacteristic affection that turned a furious, hateful killing machine into something that could be now what he might have been then, before InGen had their way. Omega lives in the house now. He eats when they do. He joins the family in their gatherings, as long as Blue is with him, and although his temper is still zero to 60 when roused, these days it's much harder to set him off than it used to be, even if that wouldn't be saying much. He prefers his mate and solitude over anything else, but his violently aggressive tendencies have been all but curbed for the sake of keeping Blue happy.
For obvious reasons, Owen has kept a close eye on them both from day one, and even from the very beginning Omega has treated Blue like the center of the universe. Owen himself has salvaged his share of abused, wild animals -- it's literally part of the job -- but he knows without question that no one could have done this but her. And her success is absolutely indisputable.
Case in point: today, Omega's dislike for interacting with unfamiliar people had outweighed his desire to be with Blue as often as possible, and instead of throwing a tantrum he simply hadn't gone with her down the mountain.
For Barry, it was supplies; Echo wanted clothes; Blue was only interested in procuring necessary parts for her nearly-restored 1979 Pontiac Phoenix Firebird, a task built upon very specific requirements and one which she would never entrust to any of her siblings. The day is very nice for a sojourn into the city, considering the length of the drive: blue skies and a mild breeze, not quite so far into spring that the air is anything more than comfortably warm. Psi is helping Delta collect chili peppers and the new experimental plums. Chi fell asleep in the grass up the hill. Charlie is giving Owen a hand with replacing some worn poles along the stone steps leading down to the boys' den, when they hear the familiar sound of the Jeep rolling up the long hill that serves as their driveway.
Only, it sounds like it's coming up fast.
Owen and Charlie look at each other, and immediately drop what they're doing to meet the car just as Barry rolls up, screeching to a stop and diving out of the driver's side to rush around to the passenger door. He looks frantic. And he's helping Echo out of the car. She looks like she's about to pitch right off her feet.
"Owen!" Barry calls out urgently, eyes widening immediately as Owen rushes to them. "Owen!" He has to wrap an arm around Echo's back to keep her standing. And then, to Owen's surprise and dread, Barry yells again. "Omega!"
Owen doesn't actually know where Omega has been this whole time. But suddenly he's there next to him, clearly as alarmed at being summoned as Owen was to hear it, and Owen can practically feel the tension in the male raptor's body triple because they both realized the same thing: that Blue is not with them.
"They took her," Barry says, breathless, and the bottom falls out of Owen's stomach.
Echo tries to rouse herself, flopping a little, mumbling in groggy frustration as she tries to shake off whatever is wrong with her and help explain. But Barry keeps his hold on her and barrels right through it.
"It was InGen. They had an entire strike force, Owen, the streets are chaos now. They used non-lethals. Tranquilizers. Echo took a direct hit, but they left her behind. All of them were focused on Blue." He looks at both of them, Owen and then Omega, panicked and desperate. "They came for her."
The weather was gorgeous a minute ago. Now the entire world is ice. Owen's heart has stopped, his breath is gone. Delta and the boys come running up, but he barely notices them. Beside him is Omega, frozen; then suddenly the raptor whirls to him, eyes wide, and the fury -- the fear -- in them is apocalyptic.
Omega doesn't say a word, but Owen immediately finds his voice. "Go get her."
The male raptor is gone like a bolt of lightning. Owen turns and strides quickly to a hidden cache beneath the porch. He pulls out two assault rifles and a hell of a lot of ammo as Charlie shrieks behind him, "Why aren't we going with him?!"
"Because we're going to follow him." Owen tosses a rifle to Barry, and gestures sharply for everyone to get into the car, including the still-dizzy Echo. "After Isla Nublar, Omega found us in less than a week on nothing but Blue's scent and pure instinct. This time he knows where he's going. We'd only slow him down." The motor is still running. Almost before every door is shut, Owen jerks the Jeep into gear. His last words are almost a growl to himself. "With any luck, all we'll have to do is clean up."
The Jeep screeches in reverse, turns, and roars off down the mountain.
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God, she could feel him, buried all the way inside her--Omega no one but Omega--nestled deep within her tight folds and filling her more than completely. Arms around his neck, she held him just as close, kissing him back with trembling lips, inhaling the panted breaths he managed to snatch from the heated air between them.
Instinct had her shifting just the slightest, a bolt of white heat shooting up from her loins when her body tightened around his cock, and Blue let out a soft high moan, unable to help doing it again.
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But when he kisses her again and then she contracts around his aching cock, it drags a needy groan out of him, too raw and genuine to hide. It's all he can do not to throw her down and start fucking her all over again. Instead he smooths his hands down her back again and onto her waist, and he urges her to shift more, again, to roll her hips down on his, to ride him as fast or slow or hard or soft as she wants. She's not trapped by his arms or his body; his hold isn't crushing her tight anymore. Omega gives control over to Blue and prays to whoever's listening that she's willing to have it.
"Blue," he whispers in a voice hoarse with effort, "I'm yours, you're mine... I'm yours... you're mine..."
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I'm yours. You're mine.
A single tear traitorously managed to escape her tightly closed lashes, glimmering crystal on her cheek, but Blue never noticed it. Her teeth were bared behind panting lips as she returned the gentle caresses of her mate out of sheer instinct, unthought affection, given only to him. Only.
The sounds he made curled down in her belly, prompting her to soften against him, to slowly melt into his possessive embrace, and in return wind both of her arms tight around his back, resting her cheek against his as she followed her body's primal command and slightly, so slightly, began rocking her hips back and forth. A soft gasp left her with each surge between them, and Blue's hands buried themselves in Omega's dark hair, clutching him tightly.
A low dark purr thrummed in the back of her throat, with Omega's name threaded somewhere in the primal sound, and, using him for leverage, rolled her hips down on his cock a little more, hissing softly when the heated waves of familiar pleasure began to wash over her again.
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He almost kisses the sound of his name from her lips but he can't breathe enough to follow through, so instead he opens his mouth against her throat and sucks with a hungry sound. God, the taste of her, he feels like he's starving, and he runs the flat of his tongue in a filthy wet lick to the corner of her jaw, growling thickly as his teeth scrape her skin. Yours. Mine. He may not be able to stake his claim as aggressively as his very blood always demands, but the claim is no weaker now than it's ever been.
Clearly Blue remembers exactly how to take him inside her in the right way to drive him slowly out of his head, even without the pent-up need that's made it so difficult to keep his thoughts straight this far. She does this to him without any effort; he's more hers than she is his sometimes, and certainly at times like this. One hand tangles in her hair as he moans just beneath her ear, urging her on, wanting exactly this or more if she'll offer it but please, god, don't stop now.
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But one movement triggered another, and the adrenaline coursing through her veins urged her for more, and her hips moved of their own accord, ignoring her hesitation and uncertainty. Unable to help herself, Blue rolled her body over Omega's thick cock, following that with a sharp bounce, then fell into a sinfully sweet rhythm that had her wiggling like a serpent in his arms, trying desperately to follow the commands her own blood had issued.
She needed. He would sate her. Therefore she was to take all he gave her, take it and give it back just as intensely. He was her mate; he belonged to her. No one else was capable of satisfying her. No one. Blue opened her mouth against his cheek, dragging her lips across his skin until she could find his. She kissed him hard, the blood on her tongue fuel for the rekindled flames of passion sparked inside her.
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He can't easily thrust up into her without unbalancing her from her seat so he does his damnedest to hold himself still, at least from the waist down, and let her ride him however her body tells her. But it's impossible to catch everything: when she bounces on his cock, it makes him buck into her, and the obscene ripple that she falls into so easily makes him surge up to meet her. Fuck breathing, as soon as her mouth touches his, he kisses her back with feverish want, and his skin is still prickling and tingling with pleasure everywhere that she touches him.
The kisses are messy, greedy, and he can't get enough of them even when his lungs ache. It's already hard enough not to drag his claws over her gorgeous body and write his name on her all over again; Omega wants to leave her perfect lips kiss-swollen and bruised and flushed deep red. Unconsciously, he thrusts up to meet her when she moves again, his body acting on its own, or perhaps its under her control now. "...Blue..."
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She was forced to drag her mouth from his in order to toss her head back and strangle a keened cry, a particular rough surge of their bodies together sending bright colors exploding behind her eyes. When her eyes opened again, Blue only saw deep shadows and little else; her body had taken over and left her conscious mind far behind.
Another wicked hiss curled her lip and Blue suddenly planted both hands flat against Omega's chest and shoved, hard enough to sprawl him backwards in the thick carpet of dry pine needles. Yes. God yes this was so much better... Eight sharp claws curved over his scarred chest, sinking just enough into giving flesh, and she immediately resumed her sinful rhythm, keeping him prone beneath her while she took him, long dark hair falling over a shoulder to tease his skin, a playful contrast to the wicked Medusa writhing atop him with ever-increasing abandon.
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She has him pinned to the ground, and as long as he can keep touching her, that is just fine with him. This is happening like a dream, and he would be afraid that it was if he couldn't feel the needles in his back as surely as her claws in his flesh, and he arches with an eager hiss because it's real, she's doing it, she hasn't stopped. Their raw, moaning gasps seem to echo in the silent woods, because Omega can hear nothing else, and he runs his hands over her sides to greedily map the movements that send her rolling down on his cock.
It's impossible to stay still now. His hands are mindless, grasping at her gorgeous body wherever he can reach, and even shoved down beneath her claws he still finds ways to squirm and work his hips up underneath her, letting her control how she takes his cock but making damn sure he's impaling her on it. And his eyes are damn sure open now, wild and bright and utterly fixed on her, the magnificent center of his universe.
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She was his. He was hers. That mantra meant so much more than the simple words. The tips of Blue's talons pricked Omega's flesh, a purring moan pulled from her lips when the scent of his blood reached her nostrils, adding even more of a primal twang to the tightness way down deep in her belly. She thought nothing of bringing one hand to her lips, licking the nails clean while she moved on him, then in one fluid motion dropped her head to his chest and ran the flat of her tongue over the small marks. The taste of his blood and flesh had her squeezing his cock tight, milking the turgid length filling her with each rough, wild stroke.
His hands were pulling at her, bringing a new level of wanton lust to her overheated brain, and he was bucking up into her in perfect rhythm, jolting their bodies together like the animals they were, and Blue suddenly sucked in a whistled breath, arched her back and dug talons into Omega's giving flesh as her body locked down around his, shuddering and quaking as if she were going to absolutely fly apart.
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Everything around them is stark black and white compared to the vivid color of her entire form in his vision now, as though she's made of jewels and molten gold. Fuck Hoskins, fuck InGen, fuck all of them. They could never ruin this. No one could. She is his, he is hers, and that will never stop being true, it will never be less true, it will never be something that can change. Even death won't erase her name from the inside of his own heart.
Sharp fangs gleam in the dark woods when she begins to shake on top of him, and now Omega can't lay prone any longer. He sits straight up and pulls her hard against him with one arm, the other falling back to the ground for leverage to let him keep flexing his hips, and he gasps with raw lust into the curve of her exposed throat. It's been too long. He can't hold back. And before it occurs to him that there may still be ways to trigger her, he grunts through his bared teeth and fills her in a hot rush, the first time in a god damn month feeling like it's never going to stop.
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But her heartbeat, and his, thundered in her ears, he was holding her so tight, and filling her God Almighty so completely, she couldn't stand it, she couldn't stop, it was going to kill her in a minute--then came the familiar warmth bursting way down in her loins and Blue abruptly fell limp, every muscle melting into little more than jello. She collapsed across Omega's blood-tinged chest, both arms draped over his shoulders, and still she shivered, trembling from small aftershocks of skittering pleasure that rippled across her oversensitive skin.
He was hers. With every small shift, Blue felt him still buried so deep inside her hot pliant body; it was almost excruciating to move, so sensitive was she. Although a soft purred moan rippled its way out of her throat, and she instinctively rubbed against her panting lover, sidling their flesh together in the inherent reflex to nuzzle, caress, and nest.
Blue nosed beneath Omega's ear, slowly stroking her tongue over and around the delicate shell, gliding soft fingertips down the corded lines of his body at the same time. She purred softly, invitingly, gently squeezing around his cock still nestled where he absolutely belonged. "...mmmm..."
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He's solid for her to melt against, the pulsing sting left by her nails jumping at the pressure, and he can feel every single shiver that her body makes as she comes down from the high. It prompts the same from him, whenever she so much as breathes too deeply. He's been starving for this, for her, for the intimacy they share as mates, and now his senses are gorging themselves on her and his own limbs may not obey him ever again.
When she purrs so beautifully into his ear, he acts without so much as a single thought first. Seconds later she's on her back in the grass and leaves with him on top of her, kissing her like she's come back from the dead.
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Every movement was still a blissful agony, leaving behind a brief burst of light in Blue's still dazed eyes. Memory had fled, leaving her here, in this place with her mate, Omega's worshipful reciprocation indeed burning any and all thought of InGen and Hoskins from Blue's mind. At least, for now.
What clothing remained hung haphazard, but Blue currently couldn't care. Granted, it might be a little challenging getting back missing a few garments, but that was a problem for...mmm...later. Because her mate was above her, his weight pleasantly familiar and warm, and his lips devouring her, the little moans and grunts escaping such a rough throat erotic music in her ears, mostly because Blue doubted Omega even knew he was making them.
She ran greedily possessive hands over his shoulders, swimming up from their heated kisses to snatch a quick breath of air, and gazed up at her gorgeous mate with sultry eyes. Blue ran her tongue around her lips, a corner of her mouth tilting in a smirk. "...mmmm, good job," she purred, almost in congratulation.
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Air is the last thing he needs right now, he would very much insist, but given a chance to stare back down at the absolute vision beneath him, he's taking it with reverence. He's never felt so reactive; just the sight of her tongue slipping so delicately across her lips has his cock twitching inside her and he grits his teeth, eyes flashing bright in the falling shadows, heart pounding so loud the mountains must be shaking.
"Me?" For some reason, it's almost hilarious, or maybe that's just because he's feeling a little out of his mind at the moment. Fortunately, he's well used to that. "I don't think I did that much."
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Feeling him twitch inside her brought a soft gasp to parted lips, and Blue lowered her lashes in a coy moue, unable to stifle her chuckle. But her mirth dissipated as she recalled the circumstances leading to this particular interlude. "...it's...it's been a while, hasn't it." A statement, not a question.
A small snarl threatened to curl her upper lip, but she squealched it in favor of drawing Omega's mouth back to hers, intent on driving all thoughts of them far, far away from here and now. Deep down, however, Blue feared she might never be fully rid of it, not entirely. But she knew she'd never have to battle those ghosts alone--her beloved had more than demonstrated his determination, as well the ability, to silence those hauntings indefinitely.