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Just a quick note to say that in this story, there is a scene where they are basically locked in a room until they mate, but they have both agreed to be there, willingly, so it's not non-con! I wasn't quite sure how to tag it... There is a moment where Taehyung gets a bit scared but Jungkook is really good and works hard to make him feel comfortable.

For those who are sensitive, the story also has some short descriptions of action violence but it's not overly explicit as the relationship remains the main focus at all times.

💖 Taekook (Top JK) 

💖 Alpha/Omega dynamics

💖 Soldier JK, Soldier Tae

💖First time, First kiss

💖 Minor violence (not explicit)

💖Minor sci-fi and fantasy elements but the focus is on the relationship

(There are ✨three chapters✨ do leave a like for each one! Thank you!)

To Jungkook's growing frustration, the omega across the small, wood-clad space is already removing his weapons and clothes, like he couldn't care less that there are other soldiers still present in the room. Jungkook frowns at the flaring nostrils when the soft scent of jasmine hits them and the three alphas standing with him by the door suddenly look awkward.

"W-we'll leave you to it. See you in 24 hours. There's food and water – hey, don't forget to stay hydrated..." The youngest alpha winks. Jungkook doesn't return the smile, he simply passes all the weapons over, nods and closes the door rudely in the men's faces before his partner-to-be will be entirely naked. The metallic drag and click of the lock tells him there'll be no way out now, not until he's mated with the omega.

"Could have waited until we're alone," he says. He pushes fingers through his short, dark hair, carding through the ghost of the waves no longer there. He removes his empty weapon holsters and starts unbuttoning his uniform with practiced ease, refusing to give into the nervousness ticking inside. It's going to happen, no matter what, it's up to him to make this a good experience.

"Why? They're going to watch anyway, you know how it is," the omega says, glancing at the discreet camera in the corner of the room, eyes avoiding Jungkook with great care. The chocolate gaze hides behind the golden waves that are getting way too long for those in the military.

"And you're okay with that?" Jungkook asks, surprised. His alpha grumbles under his breath at the idea of other alphas coveting something that is his-to-be.

"I didn't say I was okay with it – it is what it is, like everything." The omega pulls the white vest off, leaving only skin-tight underwear. Suddenly, the air feels too light, like there's not enough oxygen in it. Jungkook breathes deeply, inhaling the soft scent of jasmine and honeysuckle.

"Let's wash first, I've been training for most of the past 24 hours," he says, lilt closer to an order. It's hard to drop rank, even in private, even with what they are about to do.

"I'm okay, I'd rather just get on with it." Long, slender fingers fold the clothes into a neat pile, the omega places it in the corner of the room, next to his boots. Jungkook tries hard not to stare but the white trunks leave nothing to the imagination and well, there's a lot to look at.

Omegas are never ugly, but it would seem Jungkook's draw has been exceptionally lucky – this one is the most beautiful omega he has ever seen with sun soaked skin and long legs, broad shoulders. He's lithe, muscular and fit. Yet, because of his sub gender, there is softness, curves, silky skin. Jungkook's alpha growls inside him, demanding loudly.

"Look, Taehyung, is it? I'm not an animal, I'd like to try and make this as tolerable as possible," he sighs, pulling his boots off. "It's going to help you, too, if we wash together."

"I don't need your help," Taehyung hisses proudly, eyes flashing with omega blue.

"I guess being direct is the only way you're going to get it? I meant that I don't want to hurt you so let's get to know each other before my alpha will attempt to shred you to pieces, hm?"

Taehyung stalls, glancing over quickly. A hint of fear mixes in with the sweet jasmine.

"Fine. I'll start the shower."

The custom of mating before going to battle started five years ago, when two significant discoveries were made almost simultaneously. The first one was by chance: some omegas started revealing special abilities upon mating, such as heightened sense of smell, increased night vision – skills that always ended up being useful in battle. The second, and way more important discovery, was that mated pairs behaved as one on the battle field and were way more successful in killing the enemies than their non-bonded counterparts.

Since then, love has had very little to do with mate choice.

But there is no arguing with the success of what has become tradition by now. Once the practice was adopted, almost overnight, the tide turned and finally, after nearly a decade of fighting, it looks like the wolves might have a chance at not going extinct.

The water is so hot it feels uncomfortable but Taehyung doesn't care, he wants the discomfort, he needs it to get through this. Even with all the benefits that are likely to come from the mating, the whole thing is a debacle, a humiliation for an omega, and always will be – but no one ever considers that. They don't care, they just want to win the war.

"Jeezus! Turn the heat down before you burn yourself!" Jungkook hisses when he steps into the narrow cubicle. He reaches to adjust the temperature to a comfortable warmth.

"Wow, thanks for your concern..." Taehyung retorts drily, shifting away from the impressive figure of the alpha. His eyes flick over the delicious contours of the tattooed pecs, down to the incredibly lithe waist covered in muscle before he looks away, heat suddenly burning on his cheeks.

"Why would you risk your health when we have finally been given the chance to fight? To actually do something?" the alpha scoffs, reaching for the soap.

"Yeah, I'm sure we're the ones who are going to win the war, given it's been going on for nearly a decade already," Taehyung retorts bitterly, "It's never going to end and we'll die for nothing," he adds, because he knows it'll irk the alpha – he knows the type all too well, the do-gooder, the perfectionist... the pro-war campaigner. Nothing is ever going to be good enough for him.

But to Taehyung's surprise, Jungkook doesn't take the bait, the only sign of his reaction is a tightening across the jaw and lips. The heavily tattooed hands carry on lathering the bubbles all over the perfect body in efficient movements.

"Help me," Jungkook commands, offering the bar of soap.

Taehyung ignores the gesture, chin lifting. "No, thank you."

"Excuse me?" The low, threatening growl behind Taehyung instantly makes his omega quake with fear. The small hairs at the back of his neck rise, but he carries on, his facade of calm unperturbed.

"I'm not your servant. You're capable of washing yourself – or was that an order, sir?" Taehyung quips. "AHH!" His back hits the glass when the alpha grabs him by the throat, furious eyes flashing with blood red.

"I'm trying to help you, omega, why do you not wish to co-operate?" A hand presses across Taehyung's throat and collarbones but even then, there is a strange gentleness to the touch – like the alpha is trying not to hurt him. They stare at each other, chests heaving to the gentle hiss of the shower.

"Like I said! I don't need your help!" Taehyung grits through his teeth.

Jungkook strains, visibly trying to contain himself. "How the fuck are you going to get this inside you without hurting yourself, if you're not going to warm up to me at least a little bit...?" Taehyung's eyes drop down to the magnificent cock in Jungkook's grasp, it's already hard and a size that seems impossible to accommodate outside a heat for any omega.

"Ahmh- I'm sorry..." he blushes, "I don't think that should go in anywhere!" he panics, trying to push away.

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry..." Jungkook holds Taehyung by the shoulders. "I...I came on too strong. Please... just let me do this, I just want to wash you, I promise. Nothing is going to happen in the shower. Look at me..." The alpha's voice softens. "That's it, just look at me... I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," Jungkook whispers, voice soft like a caress when his hands start moving slowly along from Taehyung's shoulders, across his neck and down his front and sides.

The alpha washes all of Taehyung in slow, methodical movements. Once finished, he grabs the shower head and rinses the suds from both of them while Taehyung stands, wide eyed and silent, arms limp by his sides. He doesn't say a word until Jungkook starts drying him with the soft towel – he's so gentle, it's almost inconceivable for an alpha.

Taehyung doesn't know what to do with himself. He had expected everything but gentleness, he's heard enough horror stories about the matings to put him off for life.

"You're going to kill me with that thing," he gasps, finally releasing the tension that's been gathering since the door closed behind them.

Jungkook chuckles. "Trust me. You're built to take it, but you need to let me make you feel good. Otherwise you'll get hurt. And if that happens, you're good as dead in the battle field tomorrow, Taehyung."

"Okay, okay, I get it, just... Stop talking. Please." He shies away, blushing. Everything is too much, the heady scent of the alpha, the dark eyes not leaving him for one moment and the utter vulnerability he feels under the gaze... it's too much, he can't take it.

Taehyung's whole body is shaking. The reality of the situation is dawning on him and all the words he wants to speak suddenly feel suffocating, they strangle him speechless. In his naiveté, he always thought this part was going to be a piece of cake. His rose-tinted spectacles have been replaced by a cold, hard truth: this is not going to be the experience he'd imagined for himself. Panic swirls inside him like sticky darkness, uninvited and scary. To make matters even worse, the thought of the alpha finding out that he is completely inexperienced, is utterly intolerable.

Jungkook cups Taehyung's cheek and brings him back to face him.

"Hey... Breathe. Just keep your eyes on me..." the alpha smiles softly when their gazes finally meet. "Have you ever been kissed before?" he asks, leaning closer. It's impossible not to breathe in the scent of summer, the sun-dried wood, cool, grey slate, a hint of rust – the alpha's complex scent is like a hot day in the middle of a heat wave.

Taehyung's omega whines because despite everything... it feels like home.

He shakes his head to answer the question, eyes down.

"Up here." Jungkook smiles again, as soon as Taehyung turns to him. The alpha looks so young and care-free when the corners of his eyes wrinkle with warmth. "Can I kiss you?" The question is so gentle, so unassuming, it unwinds some of the nervous tightness gathered inside Taehyung.

He nods, even though he knows should something go wrong he'd never have a chance against the alpha, despite the same training. Jungkook is guaranteed to be stronger, faster, more ruthless – it's how they were born, no amount of training could ever change that between an alpha and an omega.

"I'm not going to hurt you... You'll want to mate by the time I'm done, I guarantee it..." Jungkook leans in.

The first touch is feather-light, warm and soft, Taehyung barely feels a thing. He doesn't move, he doesn't close his eyes, he does nothing but stand still and stare when the alpha's arm wraps around his waist, slowly, and the surprisingly soft lips press down against his closed mouth.

"I'm going to do it properly, is that alright?" Jungkook pulls back to ask.

Taehyung reminds himself why they are both here. He knows everything could be so much worse – at least Jungkook is a gentle alpha – he should count himself lucky. Steeling himself, he leans forward and slams their mouths together with determination he doesn't quite feel.

A helpless gasp releases somewhere at the back of Taehyung's throat at the heat that hits him out of nowhere when a tongue comes to lick across his lips. It pushes in, hot and wet, demanding. Fingers tug at the back of his hair and helpless to do otherwise, his eyes finally drop closed. It's all too easy to melt into the firm hold, there is not a single strand of fight left in him when the kiss deepens. He loses himself in it. Completely.

"That's right, omega... Give yourself to me..." Jungkook purrs against Taehyung's neck. Slowly, the alpha's hands follow down along the ribs, the dip of the waist and over the hip bone and around to the buttocks, where they stop and knead slowly, appreciating.

Taehyung doesn't really know what to do with himself, he feels dizzy with the passion billowing inside him, it's all so new and wonderful and scary at the same time. His omega is ecstatic, whining for more. Too soon he forgets where he is, what they are doing, his body takes over and pleasure flushes through him like a tide of heat.

Despite Taehyung's respectable size, Jungkook lifts him easily and carries him into the simple bed at the back of the room. A table next to the bed is stacked full of various implements and aids – for those who need more help to get started.

Taehyung doesn't see any of it, all he sees, is the alpha.

He sinks into the clean, simple bedding with a sigh. Jungkook moves away to get a bottle of lube and instantly, Taehyung feels an absence, he misses the warmth, the silkiness of the alpha's body, the firmness of his hands. Heat rushing to his face, he is reminded of the challenge ahead of him when the alpha's towel drops onto the floor. He gulps, teeth denting his lower lip at the sight of the heavy cock dangling between the thick thighs. The omega inside him purrs.

Jungkook sees him stare. "Don't worry, pup, I'll make it perfect for you..."

He slides on top of Taehyung and the demanding mouth kisses every last thought out of his head.

"Ahh..." he moans when Jungkook shifts lower down, kissing across the collarbones, chest, across the soft of the belly, "Please..." he begs, not even knowing what he wants, just that desire burns inside him, hot and insistent.

"I know, I know..." Jungkook hums. "Can I make you feel good?" he checks one last time.

"Yes, yes! Anything!" Taehyung shouts, writhing in his want. A hot, wet mouth sinks down on his cock and it feels so good, his hips stutter instantly. "Ah, fuck!" his fingers sink into the short hair, fisting and pulling but Jungkook carries on, taking no notice.

The mouth moves, up and down, up and down until Taehyung shakes, thighs trembling, and his pleasure shoots into Jungkook's mouth, unexpectedly.

Not a drop goes to waste when the alpha licks Taehyung clean. He doesn't stop there, he licks over everything, every single bit of tender skin he can reach between the legs, with great care until Taehyung is a whining mess.

There is no hesitation, no shyness in anything that he does, Jungkook conducts himself with great confidence and calm that assures Taehyung that everything will be alright. This is why he doesn't object when the alpha doubles him over, lifting the thighs. His knees end up together, right under his chin and Jungkook goes to taste him, licking the slick with unexpected eagerness. He hums, tasting and tasting, tongue flicking and sliding like he's determined to taste every single part of Taehyung. It presses and pushes deep into the hole until he is crying out...

"Jungkook!" he whimpers, coming again, "Ah!" He just can't stop shaking with pleasure.

"There we go...." The alpha smiles, reaching over for a tissue. He cleans the mess on Taehyung's belly with great care, leaning over to drop a casual peck on the side of his temple. "That's better... Turn over for me..." Jungkook speaks softly, handling Taehyung's limp figure with patience. "I want you to choose a word you can use to tell me to stop."

"What, stop isn't enough?" Taehyung asks, half-mumbling, eyes closed. He feels so relaxed his cheek sinks into the sheet. It's hard to focus on anything but the alpha's raspy voice.

"No, I want you to have the freedom to say stop... Playfully..." Jungkook whispers into his ear. The words send shivers down Taehyung's spine – the thought is enticing...

"Playfully?"

"I think you could be very playful, Taehyung, if you just let yourself be..." Jungkook teases and suddenly, everything feels different. Familiar. Nice. And really rather hot... A new tension starts building inside Taehyung.

"Hmh...How about... Cake? Hm?" Taehyung suggests.

Warm hands slide up and down his body, he feels amazing, so warm and soft... the alpha's touch is lulling him into a delicious stupor. It's as if his mind is switching off altogether and his body is driving, with pleasure at its helm.

"Sure, that works." Jungkook says. "Are you ready to carry on...?" he checks, hand sliding down the spine and over the mounds of Taehyung's buttocks. They move constantly, kneading, treasuring.

"Hm-yes..."

A click of an opening cap echoes in the room and a moment later, cool fingers slide over Taehyung's groove, spreading lubricant over the sensitive dent.

"Ahh!" he gasps, hips lifting off the bed when a nimble finger slides in.

"That's it, lift your hips for me... Spread your legs..." Jungkook guides him so patiently.

Soon, Taehyung is moaning, gripping into the sheets while more fingers slide in and out of him, spreading him open so deliciously. By the time he feels like he's on the verge of yet another climax, Jungkook stops and pulls the fingers out.

"Are you ready to try the real thing?" he asks.

Taehyung stiffens and glances over his shoulder, worried. There's no way that thing is going to fit inside him, absolutely no way.

"You already took four fingers, you can take it, you're ready." The alpha reassures when Taehyung doesn't say a word in his worry. "Okay." He wipes his hand on a bit of tissue while he speaks. "I have an idea..."

With careful hands, Jungkook rolls Taehyung onto his back and clambers back on top.

"I just want to kiss you... Is that alright?" The alpha's tentative tone reveals how obvious Taehyung's worry must be. Kissing is familiar, kissing is good, so he nods, eyes dropping closed, despite the hammering of his heart. Fear and worry mix in with anxious anticipation, yet, underneath it all, desire dwells.

For so many reasons, Taehyung wants to do this. He wants to do this as much as he is afraid of it.

As soon as the lips land on his mouth and caress softly, the comfort and warmth return. There is no force, no dominance, no claiming in the kiss – it's just a soft, tentative caress that makes Taehyung want to have more... Instinctively, he pulls Jungkook closer, tugging at the back of his neck.

"More..." he whines when the alpha teases softly, kissing and pulling away in turn. The omega inside him whimpers when Taehyung spreads his legs, inviting the alpha, his hands tug and pull wherever they can reach – he's desperate for more, so ripe for pleasure that is being denied him. "Stop teasing me, please... Just do it," he gasps when he feels the blunt end pressing on his hole.

The alpha pulls a pillow from under the covers and tucks it under Taehyung's hips. "Hold your legs up..." He adds more lube on the impressive shaft, so much it shines in its magnificence.

Taehyung gulps. This is it.

"Now. Kiss me..." Jungkook says, aligning himself.

He's so slow, so soft in his movements, so perfect that all Taehyung feels is a delicious filling, a glorious claiming of his body – and even then, he is left wanting more. Jungkook tempts and teases, pushing a little before pulling back, all the while his tongue does the same at the mouth and it's so corrupt and beautiful that Taehyung simply shakes in his hunger for more.

When, finally, Jungkook pushes all the way in, Taehyung cries from relief, he cries from pleasure, he cries from the utter sense of fulfilment, a kind he has never felt before.

"Ohgod... Yes!" His hands grasp at the alpha, nails scratching at the muscular back. "Move, please move..." he moans.

Jungkook lifts up onto his arms and his hips start moving, faster. His thrusts are deep and persistent, seemingly infinite and soon, time loses all meaning when Taehyung drifts in his pleasure.

They move as one, bodies intertwined, embedded in each other and suddenly, instinctively, understanding dawns and Taehyung knows, their time has come. He actually wants to be claimed by Jungkook, he wants to be his... Forever.

"D-do it!" he whispers, finding Jungkook's eyes with his own. A gaze dark as night meets him, rimmed with the red of alpha. "Make me yours..." he adds. It's crazy how much he means the words, given their short time together.

Jungkook pulls Taehyung up with such ease until they are sitting, arms and legs wrapped around each other, moving so deeply, it's impossible to say where one ends and the other begins. Taehyung feels emotional, he never thought he could feel so touched, so known, but the alpha truly has done everything he said he would do and he feels looked after, cared for. He knows the alpha is a worthy partner for life, come what may in the harsh light of the morning.

"You first..." Jungkook says, and Taehyung goes for it, without hesitation. His teeth sink into the strong muscles of the neck and he bites until he tastes the metallic heat of blood on his tongue. Tilting his head to the side, he then offers his neck in return and Jungkook bites into him, claiming him for the rest of their lives.

The pain of the bite and the pleasure of their joining bodies mixes into a single overwhelming feeling of delight. Taehyung starts shaking, all over, he's unable to stop the climax that takes over him like a trance. Jungkook gasps and his grip on Taehyung loosens. The omega arches back against the bed, and they surrender on the altar of pleasure, together.

"Fuck!" Jungkook reaches down and presses on the base of his cock to supress his knot. A few thrusts are enough and he comes too, growling deeply into the omega's neck.

The silence afterwards is pleasant and not awkward at all, to Taehyung's surprise.

They disentangle and head for the shower. They spend a lot of time attending to each other and the bites to make sure they are healing properly before the morning, when their time comes to join the fight.

The night itself is sweet and too short, they cuddle, talking nothing of significance yet it's enough for the undercurrent of affection to become strong in Taehyung's mind. They are truly bonded, mated for life.

Taehyung falls asleep in the alpha's arms and for the first time in his life, he wishes the morning would never come – so he could stay in the comforting embrace, forever.