The Night Movers - Season 1 - Ep 6 (Patreon)

This starts out with a very intense nightmare that contains some forced medical procedures. Unbeta'd/Unedited.

Ridley was trapped in a nightmare, not the living one he’d just escaped from, but something far more horrific. 

His mouth was dryer than any desert, his lips cracked and bleeding. There were no shadows. No darkness. Just bright lights that seared his eyes from overhead and sterile walls made of gleaming white tiles. It smelled chemical. Sharp and burning, making his eyes water. Or maybe he was crying. 

He couldn’t tell.

He couldn’t move. 

They fell on him like a pack of lions, ten at least, dressed in blue scrubs, faces hidden by surgical masks. They looked at him but they didn’t see him. They talked about him but never to him. He couldn’t understand them. It was like he listened to them from under water, their quiet murmurs never forming words, making him feel like he was losing his mind. 

They talked and talked and talked but it all melted together into one low monotonous rumble until it was just the buzzing of insects in his ears, in his nose, in his mouth. His heart hammered against his ribs until he worried he might actually be dying. But death had to be better than this. 

Hands. 

So many hands. Pulling at him. Tearing at him. Removing his clothes. Pressing him naked against the frigid metal table. Pinching his skin until it felt like they were taking him apart a piece at a time.

It was so cold. 

He was so cold. 

He could see his breath. 

He tried to move, tried to break free, but there were too many of them. They were too strong. They pried his mouth open, stuffed latex covered fingers into his throat until he gagged. They forced his legs apart and pushed cold metal instruments inside him while he tried to scream around the fingers choking him. 

He couldn’t breathe. He was pinned down and retching. Tears and snot running down his cheeks, drool coating his chin as an indescribable pain rendered him paralyzed. 

The sound of screaming dragged him from his sterile hellscape, plunging him back into the shadows. He was on his side, covers gone, skin exposed to the chill in the air. He could feel himself shaking inside and out, his throat raw, his voice hoarse as he tried to force out more screams. 

He couldn’t open his eyes. He was too afraid of what he would find. Too afraid the darkness was the dream and the sterile room was his reality. Sobs racked his body, his eyes stinging and jaw muscles hurting like someone had tried to pry his jaw open.

Suddenly, the bed dipped, warmth flooding him on both sides, drawing a relieved moan from him as he tried to bring it closer. He needed more than warmth. He needed to hide. He needed their weight crushing him into the mattress where nobody could reach him. 

“Shh, strawberry,” a voice crooned. “We got you. You’re dreaming. It’s just a dream.” 

Titus. 

Ridley opened his mouth to say something but all that came out was this high keening wail like a wounded animal. 

“Fuck, is he still asleep?” Diesel. Diesel was there too. He was the weight pressing in on him from behind. 

Titus and Diesel were hugging him between them. He wasn’t asleep. Not really. But he wasn’t ready to admit that. He tipped his face up, tucking his nose into the narrow space between Titus’s neck and the pillow, letting the bitter scent of chocolate ground him to reality. 

“I don’t know. Just keep holding him until he stops shaking,” Titus murmured, his words vibrating against Ridley’s lips where they pressed against his throat. 

Everything hurt. His whole body felt like it had been raked over a grater, leaving him flayed open and raw. He tried to slow his breathing, but it was impossible. It was like his brain thought he was running, his lungs burning from the inside out, a metallic taste filling his mouth. 

“We gotta calm him down somehow,” Titus said. “He’s gonna give himself a fucking heart attack.” 

Was he? Did he even care? Anything had to be better than the blind terror of not knowing what came next for him. Death had to be preferable to a life on the streets. Except there was Ren. Who may already be out there, living Ridley’s nightmare. Hot tears squeezed from his eyes at the thought. 

“Breathe, strawberry. We got you. Nobody is going to hurt you,” Diesel said right against his ear. 

Ridley whined. Titus and Diesel had to be lying practically on top of each other for Diesel to be right there. Surely there was no safer place than beneath not one but two alphas? Diesel’s arm went around his waist. Titus’s palm was a brand on his bare thigh. 

Almost immediately, his limbs grew heavy, his thoughts muddled. His heart slowed it’s gallop, becoming slow and heavy until every heartbeat felt like it reverberated through him like a bass drum. 

“He okay?” Someone asked, too far away for Ridley to identify them by voice. 

“Yeah, we got him,” Titus said with a surety Ridley found soothing. “Go back to bed. Someone’s gotta run the shop in the morning.” 

 Ridley’s teeth began chattering despite the beads of sweat gathering at his forehead and running down his spine. 

“So co-cold. Why am I so cold?” he whispered, voice shaking. 

A cool hand pressed against his neck. 

“He’s burning up,” Diesel said. 

“He doesn’t seem to realize that,” Titus muttered. 

Titus shifted, pulling Ridley from the safety of his neck. He whined, trying to burrow back into the scent. 

“Uh-uh,” Titus said, not unkindly but also leaving no room for argument. 

Gentle hands pushed his sweaty hair from his face, lips trailed feather soft against his cheek. He sighed, fighting the sleep that tried to drag him back under. 

“Fuck, he smells so fucking good,” Diesel said, his voice a low growl that went straight to Ridley’s core. 

He canted his hips back without thought, grinding his ass against Diesel’s crotch, freezing when he felt the alpha’s hard cock pressed right where he wanted it most.

“Don’t,” Titus snarled. 

Ridley whined, unable to stop his squirming even if he wanted to. What did Titus want from him? He was an omega sandwiched between two very hot, very horny alphas. It was biology. It wasn’t his fault. 

“Fuck, I love how whiny he is,” Diesel admitted, his hand landing on his bare hip. Another growl emanating from him as he asked, “Is he naked under that shirt?” 

Ridley’s head fell forward, his lips landing on Titus’s chin. When the alpha didn’t pull away, Ridley let his mouth trail along his sharp jaw, moaning at the taste of his skin.

“Stop,” Titus demanded.

Ridley froze, another pathetic whine leaving him, this one not from arousal but from fear, fear of displeasing his alpha. They all remained still, Ridley’s own ragged breathing drowning out everything else. 

In his attempt to run from his nightmare, he’d forgotten the only thing separating him from them was a thin cotton t-shirt. He did his best to remain still, even as his omega begged Ridley to defy him. Titus would forgive his impertinence when his knot was buried inside, when he was breeding Ridley, when his seed was flooding him with heat. With a baby. 

The next few minutes were torture, Ridley’s hips trying to rock back against Diesel despite the hands pinning him in place. Defying Titus had to be better than the gnawing emptiness between his hip bones. It wasn’t right. He deserved to be full. He deserved to be used. He was a good omega. He could be a good omega. Why were they fighting him?

Ridley tried to break Titus’s hold once more, desperately trying to rut his hard cock against his hip. 

Titus’s fingers returned to Ridley’s thigh, digging in until he cried out. 

“You’re pushing your luck, strawberry,” he said through clenched teeth. 

Was he? Ridley didn’t know. He couldn’t think straight. This was all new to him. He’d never been close to an alpha like this, much less two. He’d never felt this desperate ache before, this basic instinct demanding he submit. 

Not even during his presentation. Though that was probably the medication the facility had pumped into him morning and night during his first few days. The arousal he’d felt during his first heat was nothing like this, nothing like the craving that felt like a living, breathing being inside him. 

It demanded Ridley present for his alphas, demanded he make himself as desirable, as fuckable, as possible. To show them he would make a good pack omega. He wanted to dig his claws into Titus’s chest, wanted to lick the blood from his skin while Diesel fucked him stupid, fucked him full, gave him what he needed. 

Ridley licked across the seam of Titus’s lips, catching him off guard. The alpha gripped him by his jaw, fingers pressing in until he forced his mouth open. Ridley stared at him with wide eyes, silently pleading. 

Then Titus’s lips were on his, his tongue in his mouth, his free hand pressing and pulling until Ridley’s leg was hiked over his hip. Titus kissed like he did everything. With complete control. He held Ridley’s face in a death grip, letting him know he was being kissed, not the one doing the kissing. Ridley was reeling. He’d never known this type of hunger before. This type of yearning for something that was so, so good but still not nearly enough. Titus’s possessive claiming of his mouth had his insides bubbling like honey, his cock throbbing and leaking between them. 

Diesel must have taken the kiss as a green light because his mouth was closing over Ridley’s scent gland, teeth biting down hard enough to make his hips jerk forwards and then back, making all three of them moan. The other alpha’s hand rubbed over Ridley’s ass cheek, fingers dipping between the two globes, pulling another whine from him. 

Suddenly, Titus tore his mouth from Ridley’s, breathing hard. “Stop. Moving. Or I swear to whatever God you believe in that I will tie you to this bed and leave you alone.” 

Diesel’s mouth disappeared, his hand returning to the safety of Ridley’s waist. Anger flared, leaving Ridley seething. Who did this guy think he was? Ridley knew they wanted him. They were both rock hard, their erections pressing against him. They had to know he was hard too. They had to smell how much he wanted it. 

“Now do you see why he’s dangerous?” Titus asked. 

Ridley lurched forward, nipping hard at Titus’s scent gland. Titus’s fingers threaded in his hair, yanking him back with another heavy snarl. “Enough.” 

Diesel wouldn’t say that. Ridley bet Diesel would be balls deep in him by now if not for Titus’s interference. He wanted them both but he’d settle for one. His omega would settle for one. He just needed a knot. Any knot. He was so…frustrated. He wanted to know what it felt like to have an alpha splitting him open, what it felt like to have two alphas use him at the same time. What was so wrong with that?

“Dangerous or not, we can’t put him out on the streets,” Diesel said. 

A wave of peace washed over him, making his eyelids flutter, that raw hunger ebbing like the tides. He was sleepy again. Ridley’s nostrils flared as understanding dawned. 

Pheromones. 

Both alpha’s were pumping out an alarming amount of calming pheromones, trying to convince Ridley’s brain everything was fine, that he was fine. It was so…manipulative. He wanted to be furious but he just…wasn’t. He couldn’t be. He was too…sedated. They’d rendered him powerless and there was nothing he could do about it. It was just how he was made. 

How every omega was made. 

When he was little, he’d thought it was romantic, alphas wanting to soothe their omegas when they were upset. Until an older kid had told Ridley what that special little ‘gift’ was really for. Breeding. A way for alpha’s to trick omegas into lying still, not putting up a fight, forcing them to be a co-conspirator in their own assault. 

Ridley giggled, then bit it back. It wasn’t his fault. The longer Ridley laid there huffing alpha pheromones, the more soupy his thoughts became until being ‘drugged’ by two alphas seemed like a gift, not an abuse of power. The hazy spun cotton feeling was much better than the nightmare that had brought the two alphas to his bed in the first place. He’d hoped they’d pin him down and use him up until he was too exhausted to move, to think, to dream. Being fucked into oblivion seemed a better fate than the things happening in that nightmare world in his mind. 

Was it a nightmare? Or someone’s fate. His fate? He clung tighter to Titus’s shirt, too high to be embarrassed by his clinginess. At least getting fucked would cover an awful vision with a pleasant memory. 

Probably.

Despite his omega’s fantasies, Ridley didn’t know them. These men were strangers. But his vision said he belonged to them. How did they go from strangers to pack? Did it start with sex? Is that why this desire kept igniting in his belly? Would he fuck his way into earning a spot within the pack? His cock kicked, dripping slick at the thought.

Diesel gave a sharp inhalation, his fingers digging harder into his skin, grinding his clothed cock against Ridley’s bare ass. “He’s naked under this shirt,” he rumbled, almost like it was new information. 

Or maybe he was just reminding Titus of how easy it would be for them to take what they wanted form him. How easy it would be for Diesel to shove his clothes out of the way and press inside, forcing Ridley’s body to rearrange itself around the invasion. 

“I know. I’m the one who gave it to him,” Titus managed, voice strained. 

Diesel’s breathing grew heavier. “Why is he naked if we can’t have him?” 

If we can’t have him. 

Have me. Have me. Have me. 

Please. 

“Do you think any of us had underwear that would fit him? He’s the size of a mouse,” Titus had shot back, sounding irritatingly pragmatic given the circumstance. 

Ridley was losing his mind, his omega screaming to be fucked and bred while the two alpha’s talked about him like he wasn’t even there, like he wasn’t even part of thier conversation. He’d have been more irritated, but his current state of annoyance at least proved they’d stopped pumping out their stupid pheromones. 

“I want him,” Diesel choked, burying his face in Ridley’s neck again, biting down on his scent gland hard enough to make him cry out, his body jolting. 

The scent of his own slick had him blushing. He didn’t even know it was possible to release that much slick. 

“Jesus Christ,” Diesel groaned, fingers biting into his skin hard enough to bruise. “He just soaked through my sweatpants. He’s so fucking wet. He obviously wants it too.” 

This time when Diesel dragged Ridley back against him, he held firm, bringing Titus with him, sobbing when their cocks brushed against each other. Ridley felt minuscule in comparison to the two alphas. He was…proportionate. They were not. 

“Ignore it,” Titus said through clenched teeth. 

Diesel snorted. “Easy for you to say. Your not the one whose dick is literally drenched in the most delicious slick I’ve ever smelled.” 

“It’s my dick he’s grinding on,” Titus countered, voice tense. “Besides, have we gotten to the point where we’re the ones taking advantage of omegas now? He’s not thinking clearly. He’s scared and has zero control over his own instincts. He can’t help what’s happening to him.” 

“But he smells like ours,” Diesel growled, rolling his hips against Ridley’s ass, making him bite back a whimper. 

“Whether he is or he isn’t. You still can’t have him. Not while he’s this out of it and not before we figure out what to do with him.” 

Ridley wanted to tell him he should have a say about his own fucking future, but he never had a chance. When he opened his mouth to speak, a gasp ripped from him as that searing pain from his nightmare returned, his internal organs all clenching at once. His hands shot to his lower belly, pressing down hard in an effort to quell the spasms stealing his ability to think, to speak. He couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. There was nothing but the pain. 

Diesel’s hands were on him, gently prodding at his belly between Ridley’s splayed fingers. “What’s wrong, strawberry?” 

“It hurts,” Ridley gasped. “It hurts so bad. What is happening to me?” 

“Fucking hell,” Titus muttered, his rage palpable.

“What?” Diesel asked, sounding almost as panicked as Ridley himself. 

“He’s in heat.”