The Night Movers S2 - Episode 6 (Patreon)

This feels like kind of a mess but I'll fix in edits. Maybe. I just need to think on it. Its been a while so if you need a refresher, just check the collection.

The moment Steele was close enough to touch him, Ridley whined. He wanted to draw him in, but his limbs felt like jelly and the insistent tugging where he and Sugar were still joined kept him from falling into the other alpha’s arms. 

Steele laughed at him, laughed at how fucked out and high he was on alpha pheromones. Ridley didn’t care. They could have him like this when it came to sex. It was a small price to pay to call the shots everywhere else. 

Sugar was right about Ridley. He was a slut for them, willing to beg and cry and be their perfect little whore if it meant they would fight for him, kill for him, die for him. If they would rescue Ren for him. 

He had no pride when it came to intimacy. Why fight his true nature. Why fight his biology? There was nothing wrong with being an omega, with needing an alpha to satisfy his chemical urges. It didn’t make him weak. 

Sugar teased him, Steele taunted him, Diesel worshiped him and Titus obsessed over him. He hadn’t found his footing with Jensen and Ryker but that would come with time. They were so wrapped up in each other that Ridley almost felt like he was intruding sometimes. Rain clearly hadn’t had that issue. He smelled like both of them, inside and out. 

It was sexy as fuck. 

Steele’s pheromones filled the room, combining with Sugar’s, the scent of sex and sweat and horny alpha dragging Ridley deeper into that foggy, drug-like delirium, that left him boneless, weightless. Sugar still filled him so perfectly, but he wanted Steele, too. He wanted the way Steele made him feel. 

Helpless. Useless. Dumb. Like a toy. Like something there just to be used for his own pleasure. Did that make him weird? That he liked how mean Steele was? 

Probably so. 

But he was currently to fucked out to care. 

He whined again, pouting as Steele stayed just out of reach. 

“What is it, strawberry?” Steele taunted. “Still haven’t had enough? Begging for another knot while you’re still hanging off the first.” He shook his head, chiding, “Dirty, dirty little slut.” 

“Alpha…” Ridley begged, eyes pleading. 

“What?” Steele asked, acting almost bored. “What’s wrong?” 

“You said you wanted me,” Ridley reminded, his voice rising at the end, distress pooling in his gut. 

Steele moved closer, but not close enough, his voice low and cruel. “No, I said I needed something to take my frustrations out on. That’s not the same thing is it?”

“Alpha…” Ridley cried. 

Steele smiled meanly. “I could just go find Rain. Jensen and Ryker said they enjoyed taking him apart. That he cries so sweetly. That he’s so lovely and sweet…blindly obedient. Not like our little rebel Queen.”

Ridley gasped like he’d been slapped, his omega’s heart shattering into a thousand pieces. 

“Steele,” Sugar warned, his arms tightening around Ridley. 

It wasn’t enough. It wasn’t tight enough to block out the pain of the other alpha’s words, not when Ridley was this vulnerable, this raw and desperate. 

“What?” Steele snapped back, looking at Sugar like he was a stray gnat that refused to stop buzzing around. “He likes it. You should have seen how hard he came the last time we were together. He was begging for me to be meaner. He likes the abuse. Don’t you, strawberry? Even likes it when he’s out cold.” 

Ridley sobbed, reeling from the pheromones. 

“What’s your deal, man?” Sugar asked. “What is it about this kid that has you so twisted up inside?” 

Ridley slow-blinked at Steele, watching him process Sugar’s question. 

Even in Ridley’s weakened state, he could see the other alpha stiffen. “I don’t know what you’re talking about? We’re tied to him. All of us together. Because of Titus. Because you people believed his stupid fucking premonitions and fell right into his trap.” 

Ridley cried harder, unable to differentiate between Steele being angry and Steele being angry at Ridley. He could handle mean, he could handle teasing, but he didn’t want Steele to actually be angry. The thought curdled in his stomach like milk. 

“Get it together, man,” Sugar said. “This kid’s got you all kinds of twisted up. Is this about Titus? Because you’re not his favorite anymore?” 

Steele recoiled like Sugar slapped him. “What? Fuck off,” he said. “He’s like my brother. But if he was gonna fuck us all like this, we should of at least had a say.” 

Sugar’s scent changed, a genuine irritation cutting through the lust. “Don’t rewrite history. We did have a say. Maybe not in Titus claiming him, but you agreed to him becoming our pack omega.” 

“What choice did I have?” he snapped. “You were all so eager to have him.” 

“Are you trying to gaslight me or yourself?” Sugar asked.

Their rage mixed with the scent of lust, leaving Ridley panicked and horny. 

“Stop,” Ridley whispered. “Just stop.” 

Steele sighed, looking at Sugar over Ridley’s shoulder. Whatever he saw had his shoulders sagging, he moved closer until he was in Ridley’s face. 

“Fine,” he conceded. “Come here, strawberry. I want to play with you.” 

Ridley could do little more than tip forward, grateful that Steele caught him. The alpha sealed their mouths together. Ridley whined, greedily sucking on his tongue. He tasted like…gasoline. Just one more thing to scramble his senses. 

Steele gripped Ridley’s throat, holding him in place as he tasted him, fucking his tongue past his lips. Ridley moved without thought, grinding down on Sugar’s knot until his hands dug into Ridley’s hips with a groan. 

“Fuck, he’s clenching down so hard,” he growled. “It’s like he’s trying to get knocked up.”

“Is that it, strawberry?” Steele asked, biting Ridley’s lower lip, then licking over it. He dragged his hand over his lower abdomen, pressing down where Sugar filled him. “Want to be full of something else? Trying to get us to pup you for real? That why you came so hard that night?”

“Shut up,” Ridley muttered. 

“He loves it when you talk about it.” He looked at Ridley. “Don’t you?” 

“Stop.” Ridley didn’t really want him to stop. 

Steele licked into Ridley’s mouth again before pulling back again. He pried his mouth open, spitting on his tongue. Ridley swallowed without question. Steele smirked at him. He didn’t release his face. 

“He begged for me to breed him, pup him, that night we were alone together. Came crying on my knot when I mentioned how hot he’d look with his full belly and heavy tits,” he said. “A true omega. Desperate for pups no matter what it costs.” 

In his knot-drunk state, the idea of having his alphas’ pups filled him with pride, with importance, made him feel like he was fulfilling his purpose as an omega. Some small part of him understood that these weren’t his thoughts, but his omega’s. His rational mind took a backseat when he was in his most vulnerable state. 

He whined needily, his thoughts were hazy, pleasure-soaked, his omega somehow both sated and restless. He was stuffed full of Sugar’s knot, but already desperate for Steele’s. If he could have taken them both at once, he would’ve. 

“Would you?” Ridley slurred, barely able to keep his eyes open. “Would you give me babies?” 

Steele chuckled meanly. “Sure, strawberry. We always do our best to make sure it takes. Planting our seed as deep as it will go.” 

“Steele,” Sugar warned, his sharp voice knifing through Ridley, making him shrink in fear.

“What? You said it yourself. He’s drunk off our pheromones. He won’t even remember this when he comes to. Besides, are we not playing Russian roulette every time we breed him like this? How many times a day is he sitting on a knot? Those pills aren’t bulletproof. Trust me. The amount of omegas that got knocked up at the brothel while on the pill proves just how ineffective they can be.”

Was that true? Did Ridley even care? Would the threat of pregnancy keep him from his alphas? He knew the answer. They all knew the answer. Which is why they were all terrible people. No child deserved to grow up in this fucking dystopian hellscape, but if his birth control failed, what would they do?

Fuck, Ridley was too high for this. He waited impatiently for Sugar to say something rational. He didn’t, not right away. Ridley squirmed. Sugar was still buried inside him, Steele’s hand resting at his throat, but it felt like he was a hostage in this standoff between two of his alphas. 

Sugar was quiet for a moment, then snorted, his voice filled with disbelief. “This isn’t about him. It’s about you.” 

Steele scoffed. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“You like the idea of knocking him up,” Sugar said as if light had dawned. 

“What?” Steele snapped again, defensive even to Ridley’s barely lucid mind. 

“You heard me. You’re trying so hard to act like you hate this kid but you’re obsessed with the idea of being the one to pup him. That’s some twisted projection.” 

“Shut the fuck up,” Steele muttered. “You’re talking out your ass, man.” 

Sugar snorted. “Whatever you say.” 

Sugar lifted Ridley off of him, the sudden emptiness startling after being warm and full for so long. When had Sugar’s knot even gone down? 

Sugar all but dumped Ridley into Steele’s arms. “He’s all yours. If you hurt him, the rest of them will tear you apart.” 

Ridley watched from beneath heavy lids as Sugar slid the van door open and hopped out, making a show of zipping up his pants, leaving his belt unbuckled. There was a chorus of whistles and cheers. Sugar took a bow then turned to them, glowering at Steele before slamming the van door shut with a finality that left Ridley’s ears ringing. 

Steele sighed heavily next to Ridley’s ear. “Asshole.” 

He was straddling the alpha’s app, his arms hanging limp at his side, his thighs bracketing Steele’s.  

“Sugar’s wrong,” he mumbled, burying his face into Steele’s scent gland. 

“Yeah, no shit,” Steele snapped.

Hot tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking into Steele’s jacket. “You hate me.” 

“Do I?” Steele murmured. “Do I hate you, strawberry?” 

Ridley nodded against him, miserable but still so turned on. “Yeah.” 

He slid his hand up under Sugar’s heavy coat. “Do I really?”  

Why was he toying with him? Why did Ridley love it so much? Out of all of them, Steele was the one who kept him dancing on the edge all the time. 

Ridley tipped his weight back, forcing Steele to cradle his head or let him collapse onto the floor. His hands were warm, hot almost against his damp hair. “Don’t you?” 

“Does it matter?” he asked, eyes scanning his face. “Hmm? I’m still gonna give you what we both want.” 

“Babies?” Ridley mumbled. “We’d make pretty babies.” 

Steele sucked in a sharp breath. “Strawberry.” 

“‘s true,” Ridley slurred, eyes sliding shut as he pictured it. Their pups. Pups he’d never have. “Our pups would be so pretty. Girls. Red hair and blue eyes. Freckles. So many freckles.” 

Steele stifled something that sounded like a growl. “You’re killing the mood, strawberry.” 

“Liar,” Ridley managed. 

“Ridley,” he warned. 

Ridley whimpered at the sound of his own name, burying himself in Steele’s throat once more, huffing his pheromones like a drug, his omega panicked at the idea of making him angry. “You started it,” he whispered.

“No, I definitely didn’t,” Steele muttered. “Sugar did.” 

Maybe it was Sugar’s fault. Ridley could barely string two words together much less a coherent thought. He was sweating. His skin felt like there were burrs in it. 

He flailed suddenly, pawing at Sugar’s heavy coat, mumbling, “Hot. ‘s too hot.” 

Steele sighed, helping to peel Ridley out of his clothes. Once he was naked, the cool night air was a balm on his overheated skin. It was on the tip of his tongue to say thank you, when he found himself dumped onto the cold metal floor of the van. 

Ridley looked up at Steele, betrayed. “You’re mean.” 

“Oh, come on now, Strawberry,” Steele cooed, hovering over him on all fours. “You said you were hot. Doesn’t that feel better?” 

His low soothing voice confused Ridley. 

He moaned, head lolling on his shoulders as he tried to gather a thought. “Why are you like this?” 

“Like what?” Steele taunted. “Be specific.” 

“Why are you so mean to me? Why do you hate me? What did I do to you?” Ridley mumbled. 

He couldn’t even censor his words. 

“I don’t hate you,” Steele said, dropping to his forearms. “I just don’t baby you like the others. I know better. They all think you’re this floundering baby omega who can’t help but pump out those needy little pheromones that turn the whole pack into nothing more than studs. But I know better. I know how manipulative you are. I know that they’re all playing right into your hand.” 

“‘s not true,” Ridley said, shaking his head. “I-I’ve-I’ve been honest,” he whispered. “I only told you what I saw.” 

Steele licked the seam of his lips, then bit down on Ridley’s bottom lip, tugging hard until he released it with a pop. “Honest or not, you have an agenda. And you’re going to ruin everything we’ve worked for our whole lives.” 

Ridley shook his head, trying to form the words needed to defend himself. “I’m not like that. I’m not. I care about your…, about this, about the Night Movers. Why can’t you just believe me?” 

Steele trailed his tongue over Ridley’s cheeks, tasting his tears. “Because I don’t.” He nudged Ridley’s head to the side, biting his earlobe. “The better question is, why do you care if I believe you or not? It won’t change anything. You still have the others wrapped around your finger. You don’t need me.” 

“But I want you,” Ridley mumbled. “...want you so bad.” 

“Yeah?” Steele asked, kissing him deeply. “What do you want from me, strawberry?” he taunted softly. “You want me to be sweet to you? Want me to tell you how pretty you are? How I can’t get enough of you? That you’re all I think about? That I dream about breeding you, mating you. Building a life together.” 

Ridley just closed his eyes, focusing on the metal beneath him. “Shut up,” Ridley begged. “Just…for once…shut up.” 

Steele sighed, sounding almost like he was exhausted with himself. “Okay, strawberry. Okay. You win.” 

Ridley blinked open heavy lids. “Okay, what?” 

“Okay, I’ll stop teasing you. For tonight, at least,” Steele added almost as an afterthought. 

He pushed Ridley’s sweaty hair from his forehead, once more studying him.  He probably looked like he was melting. He could handle looking bad in front of almost anyone but Steele. He just scrambled everything about him. “Stop looking at me like that.” 

Steele had the decency to look genuinely confused. “Like what?” 

Ridley burst into tears. “Like you hate me,” he wailed. 

Steele went from smug to startled and then bewildered, searching Ridley’s face. “Hey, hey, hey. What’s all this, Strawberry?” 

“This isn’t about you,” Ridley snapped, hating that his limbs still felt too heavy to even wipe the tears from his face. “Don’t think I’m crying over you. I hate you. I really do.” 

He really didn’t. That made it so much worse.

The look of pity on Steele’s face made Ridley want to punch him. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he said weakly.

“You know that’s not true,” Steele said, kissing him softly. 

Steele shook his head, then got up on his knees, stripping off his jacket and t-shirt. Ridley bit his bottom lip hard enough to taste blood as he took in the alpha’s sweat slick torso, the trail of blonde hair that disappeared below his belt. He hated how much he wanted him. But he wanted him more than he hated wanting him. A giggle slipped free at the ridiculous thought, earning an arched brow from the alpha. 

That was the problem with being an omega. When it came to alphas, his nature would betray him every time. 

Steele stripped off the rest of his clothes until he was as naked as Ridley, then pulled his limp body into his arms. Ridley’s cheek rested on Steele’s shoulder, the scent of sweat and sex and Steele. He could feel how hard the alpha was, his cock pressing against his ass. He was leaking slick and Sugar’s cum, but Steele clearly didn’t care. They were used to sharing him by now.

“Its been too long since I’ve bred you, strawberry. I think that’s why you’re so out of sorts. The others spoil you too much. They don’t know you like I do. Do they? They don’t know how much you love to play the victim. How you scheme and lie and twist the truth to get your own way. They baby you. Give you whatever you want. But not me.” 

Steele was right. Ridley didn’t answer, just cried. He craved this just as much as he craved the others. They all took care of him in their own way. They all took him in their own way. He craved Steele’s cruelty, his honesty, the way he would push him to the edge and then pull him back. 

“Wrap your arms and legs around me, pretty baby,” Steele said. 

The sweet words gave Ridley whiplash, making him feel crazy but he was drenched in slick. Steele looped Ridley’s arms around his neck for him, then his legs around his waist. He crossed his ankles at the small of Steele’s back, clinging to him. He pressed his face into Steele’s scent gland, inhaling deeply, letting the alpha’s pheromones consume him. 

Steele shifted Ridley’s weight, lifting him up like he weighed nothing. Ridley had only a second to acknowledge the blunt head of Steele’s cock pressed against his softened rim, before he sank down onto the unforgiving length. He cried out, his own weight impaling him, the burn bringing even more tears. 

The fullness, the heaviness, made it all worth it though.

“See, that’s better, isn’t it?” Steele crooned. 

Ridley whimpered again, nodding. “Yes.” 

He tried to move, to ride Steele like he usually would, but he was too gone, too knot-drunk. He made a noise of frustration. 

“Don’t worry. I’ll do all the work. You just have to take it,” he said against his ear. 

“Kiss me,” Ridley heard himself say. 

He waited for a sneer or a laugh, something mean. Instead, the alpha’s fingers tangled in Ridley’s hair, pulling him from his hiding spot against his neck. This time when he sealed their mouths together, there was a softness that dragged him deeper into the fog. All he could do was hang on and let Steele use him. 

He kissed back as best he could, but they both knew he was at Steele’s mercy. 

He could have done anything to him, but he just continued to kiss him, rocking Ridley on his cock slowly, like he had all the time in the world. 

Steele’s lips were warm and soft, gentle in a way that scrambled Ridley’s brain. 

“This better, strawberry? This gentle enough for you?” he asked, nipping softly at his lips. 

“Don’t be mean,” Ridley slurred, eyelids heavy.

“I’m being so nice to you,” he said softly. “When I first came in here, I had every intention of putting you on all fours and making you beg for my knot, making you cry. But now look at me, doing all the work while you just sit here looking pretty.” 

“Jus’ pretending,” Ridley slurred. “Making fun of me.” 

“How do you know?” Steele asked, thrusting harder, staring deep into his eyes in a way that made his core clench. “Maybe this is the real me and that other guy is the one pretending. Hmm?” 

“Just confusing me,” Ridley mumbled.

“Which do you prefer, pretty baby? The nice me or the mean one?” he asked. “The one that does this?” He placed open mouthed kisses along the slender column of Ridley’s throat. “Or this?” Ridley screamed as he bit down hard on his claiming bite, drawing blood. 

The scent of copper filled the air as Steele licked at the bite with a snarl, working Ridley on his cock faster. Ridley moaned, pleasure pulsing through him as Steele’s knot thickened. 

“Tell me,” Steele growled, wrapping his arms around Ridley until they were practically one being. 

“Both,” Ridley admitted. “I want both. All of it. Want all of it.” 

Ridley was losing it. The hair from Steele’s belly dragged against his painfully neglected cock with every thrust, making him crazy.

“Yeah, you do,” Steele said, upending him, pressing him into the cold metal of the van floor. “You say you want me to be nice but you love it when I fuck you hard, when I rail you into the floor of this van like you’re a toy.” 

He caught Ridley’s knees over his elbows driving into him, hips snapping hard and fast, his knot swelling rapidly. He had blood on his mouth, his teeth. Ridley’s blood. From where he’d torn open his mating mark. His claiming mark. What did that mean?

“Gonna fuck you full. Keep you on my knot all night. Breed your slutty little hole just how you like it.” 

“Please, please, alpha,” Ridley begged. This he could handle. This he was used to. “Can I come?” 

“If you can do it untouched,” Steele panted. 

Ridley closed his eyes. He couldn’t stand looking at Steele like this. Couldn’t stand Steele looking at him, either. When Steele was like this, he wasn’t hiding. Everything thought he had was right there on his face, in his eyes, his feelings were real and raw and impossible to ignore. Ridley loved this, loved him, loved the way Steele spent every minute fighting his feelings for Ridley only to drop the mask entirely when they were together. 

Ridley loved this lack of control, this lack of responsibility but he hated how Steele consumed him completely when they were alone together like this. Being with him, just like the others, was a solely unique experience. His relationship with Steele was nothing like his relationship with Titus or Sugar or any of them. But it was so confusing, every emotion conflicting with the last.

He didn’t want to think about this, about them, about the feelings bubbling up. Instead, he gave up all control, tears streaming down his cheeks as Steele used him, every single sensation amplified in his pleasure-soaked brain until it felt like more than it was. 

Until it felt like love. 

But Steele didn’t love him. Steele didn’t even like him. Ridley’s omega didn’t care. His body didn’t care. Slick gushed from him, Sugar’s cum poured from him, the squelching sound loud in the silence of the van. 

“You’re so wrecked. Your little hole’s all soaked and sloppy. Hear how wet you are? I bet they can hear it out there, too. Even over the engines. They all know you’re on your back getting absolutely fucking wrecked…again…like the greedy whore you are.” His hips snapped hard with every filthy word, dragging Ridley to the edge of his sanity. 

“Meaner,” he gasped.

“Make up your mind, pretty boy. Do you want me to be mean or nice? What’s wrong? Can’t get off unless someone’s calling you a dirty fucking cunt.” 

Ridley groaned. “Yes. That. Say that.” 

Steele’s knot battered against Ridley’s abused rim. “Feel that, slut?” he grunted. “Feel that knot? Gonna plug that greedy cunt. Gonna fuck you full, breed you, put my pups in you. Ready?” 

“Please, alpha. Do it,” Ridley mumbled. “Please. I need it. Oh, fuck. I can’t…I can’t…” 

He screamed as Steele’s knot caught, tugging at his insides. He could feel him throbbing as he released, filling him up. 

Steele wrapped a hand around Ridley’s painfully hard cock, stroking him at a punishing pace. Ridley was losing consciousness, his vision whiting out every time Steele twisted his hand just right. “Gonna…” 

Two more hard tugs and Ridley’s brain short circuited, spilling over Steele’s fist. “There you go. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck. You’re always so pretty when you come,” Steele said, almost like he didn’t realize he was talking. 

After a moment or two, Steele scooped Ridley into his arms, arranging him so he was wrapped around him once more. Ridley’s cheek pressed to Steele’s chest. He was awake but just barely, his heartbeat syncing with Steele’s, slowing as his did. 

The alpha’s fingers drew lazy patterns on Ridley’s sweaty back. He clearly thought Ridley was asleep because he whispered, “What am I supposed to do about you? You fuck with my head so badly.” 

Ridley didn’t answer. He understood. Steele fucked with his head too. He really did.