Summary:"We were never meant to be together." When fate makes you a match, what can you do to walk away from it?

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Notes:This work contains swear words and some lose moral senses. If you can't take that, please don't read it. NO RAPE OR DUB-CON though.

You were warned. The tags are there because all of them are applicable. It's a complete smut between Mean and Plan. Don't read if you are uncomfortable with that too. 

Now, if you are still here, then,Enjoy. x

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

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"Can you stop sniffing me? I am all right!" Plan hissed, his body heating up wherever the alpha was touching him.

His words fell in deaf ears. Warm lips touched his jaw line, neck, throat, everywhere. Plan could feel his stomach rolling with fluttering waves. He pushed at the alpha's chest, a whimper falling from his lips when the alpha growled, telling him to stay put.

"Mean!" Plan hissed, voice thick with tension and urgency.

"Why did he touch you?" The alpha sounded frustrated, his hands touching Plan's back, up and down, up and down. Plan's shirt rode up, revealing dimples on his back, the alpha's hands touched those, squeezing his hips and pulling Plan closer, nearer.

Plan arched his back, feeling how his abdomen was fluttering with anticipation, few more seconds, and he would give out slick. He would hate himself if he let Mean smell him like that.

No!

"He just hugged me," Plan said, shoving Mean away a little to match Mean's eyes with his glare, "besides who the fuck are you to ask me that?"

Mean stared at him, his eyes wild with anger and pain. So much pain. Those arms around Plan flexed, pulling him closer and pressing him against that broad chest. Plan could feel his omega awakening in him. The alpha giving off his own pheromones that consumed Plan's omega self.

Plan's body trembled, the proximity getting to him. He pushed at Mean's chest again, craning his neck sideways to escape the alpha's lips.

"I am your alpha," Mean said, voice thick with the alpha timbre, "your mated one."

Plan shook his head, trying to squash the shiver that ran through his veins away, "no. Never. I don't accept you. I don't accept the bond. I never did. It was an accident. You are not my alpha. You are not the one I chose. No!"

The mark on his neck throbbed, paining, telling him his alpha was in pain but Plan would not give up just because Mean was hurting. Mean was not his alpha.

Mean leaned forward, nosing the mark, no, not the mark. Plan did not call it a mark. It was a scar. It was just a scar to him. Nothing else.

"Mean," Plan wailed almost when Mean licked the mark, the saliva sizzling on the scar, his body trembling with heat. Plan hated his biology.

"Don't let him touch you," Mean said, his voice urgent, pained, angry.

Plan shook his head, trying to push the alpha away, "what? Now you'll decide who comes closer to me? I'm not your property, you moron!"

Mean closed his eyes, the growl that tore through his throat was enough to shake Plan to his core. The omega clutched the alpha's shirt, wide eyes staring up at the man in front of him.

It was Mean's alpha timbre.

Mean knew how much that would affect Plan, how much that voice could shake Plan's omega. Yet he used it.

Instinctively Plan craned his neck, revealing the mark for Mean's furrowed eyes. The alpha leaned forward, nosing the mark, leaving soft kisses there. It was calming for the alpha's rage.

Plan closed his eyes, tears soaking his eyelashes, "so that's it?" his voice came out strangled, "you are going to use your alpha tone to dominate me now? That's how low you will go?"

Mean pulled back, his face masked with complete indifference, "that's not what you say when I fuck you all night in your chamber. You love my alpha timbre then, cum so submissively under me. Your face s... "

Loud smacking echoed in the jungle, Plan huffing as his hand throbbed with the effort. Mean was looking at him with the same indifference but the red mark on his cheek was satisfying, well, a little bit.

"That's because I am mated to you," Plan bellowed, "and my omega craves your touch and I hate it. I hate how dependent I am on you. I hate how I can't function without you. I hate this side of me but yes," Plan marched forward, jerking the alpha down to match his blazing eyes, "yes, I cum for you every night and that's all you are worth. A knot. A dick is all you are to me. Nothing else. Do you get that?"

Mean held Plan's wrists in his grip, his eyes cold as he looked at Plan, "is that all? That's all I am to you?"

Plan nodded, his heart hammering in his ribcage as the alpha's pheromones shimmered around him, the smell too thick. He realized with shame clouding his brain that he was leaking, in the middle of the jungle, he was leaking for the alpha in front of him. An anguished cry tore through Plan's lips as he pushed the alpha away, turning his back to him. He had to leave before Mean got a sniff of his slick.

The houses of the pack were barely visible. He had to reach there before his smell became too pungent. It was a taboo to touch a mated omega but it happened. News of mated omegas getting assaulted was a daily occuarance.

He took two steps before he was doubling over, Mean's scent overpowering his nostrils. Plan held onto a tree, his eyes squeezed shut when he felt his pants are getting soaked with slick. He could not believe the alpha was playing this dirty.

The presence behind him was something Plan hated but his omega thrived in him for the alpha's touch. The part of his heart, where the mark connected Mean to him, was feeling safe when Mean crowded him against the tree, hiding him from the world. Those arms that came to cage him against the tree was welcomed by the wolf in him.

His omega craved the touch Mean gave him next, lips touching the back of his neck, nipping, biting.

His omega wanted all of it.

Plan wanted none of it.

It was a fight of his conscious mind and his unconscious mind, the human side that was his brain and the omega side that was his heart.

"Just a dick, huh?" Mean said, pushing Plan's joggers down until his knees.

Plan hid his face against the tree, his nails clawing the bark when he felt Mean's erection against his arse. He knew no one was there in the jungle. It was too early, even the sun was not out yet. The jungle was covered in the early morning fog and the soft light of the sun that was nowhere to be found.

"Just someone you use to satisfy your thirst," Mean murmured against his ear, his hand coming up to untie his own joggers. Plan listened to the sound of soft fabric hitting the ground, skin against skin. He waited, eyes tightly shut.

"That's right," he retorted anyway, biting his bottom lip when he felt the head of Mean's erection against the crack of his arse, "nothing but a tool."

Plan bit his bottom lip with everything he had when Mean slapped his dick against Plan's arse, rubbing the head against the entrance, teasing the penetration.

He choked when the head was pushed in, in a flash, swiftly popping the obstacle.

The glide in was smooth, what with his slick and the way they had done it so many times the night before.

Plan let out a soft wail when Mean reached the hilt, the alpha's body flushed against his back, pushing his chest against the cold tree.

"Just a tool you stay the night with even after the knotting is done," Mean chewed out, his voice tight with arousal as he waited, not moving an inch, "a tool you hold in your sleep or kiss so feverishly."

"A tool you make dinner and lunch for," teeth bit down on Plan's shoulder, making him arch against that warm chest, "a tool you wait for every night to come home. Just a dick you prepare yourself for."

Plan's eyes were closed but he could feel Mean's eyes boring on his shoulder when the alpha's hands clutched his hips, thumbs making circling motions.

"Just a tool you spend your heats with, like a bitch on your hands and knees."

Plan flung his eyes open, glaring back at the alpha with trembling lips, "all of that I do because you mated me. I am unable to do anything without you anymore. I don't want to wait for you every night but then, my omega self won't take another alpha's knot. Same goes for my heats."

Mean was not moving, much to Plan's dismay, he was stretched so much, the knot almost forming and he wanted Mean to move, get it over with.

"That's all?" Mean asked, voice so measured, clipped.

Plan nodded, bracing himself for the pounding he knew was coming. It always did. Mean was a beast when he fucked Plan, ferociously taking away Plan's sanity, pushing him to oblivion.

"Then use this tool," Mean said, voice unaffected, cold even.

Plan looked back at the almost naked alpha. His eyes searched those deep pools of coffee-coloured orbs for the clarification.

Mean gave him that.

"Fuck yourself on my cock," Mean said, voice not louder than an octave.

Humiliation thickened over Plan's skin, goosebumps emerging on his whole body. He stared at the alpha with shocked eyes but Mean was immobile.

"Go on," Mean said, eyes sharp on Plan's face, "take my cock for your personal use. Fuck yourself on it."

Plan could not move. He would not move. He would not fuck himself like that with Mean's cock. It was always Mean taking the lead, pressing him against the mattress or any flat surface he saw fit. That way Plan could console himself that it was not something he wanted, it was something Mean gave him anyway.

But this...

This was not done.

He did what he could, his head turned sideways so he could watch the alpha's reaction.

Plan tightened his muscles, squeezing the base of Mean's knot to urge him on, whining low in his throat. He craned his neck, showing the mark to the alpha to spur him on.

Nothing.

Mean just watched him, his arms supporting his weight against the tree, caging Plan in effortlessly. Their bodies heated up the air around them. Hot breath touched each other when their eyes met.

"Why are you doing this?" Plan asked, tears of shame, frustration, shimmering in his eyes, "why? Because I hugged your brother?"

Light flashed through Mean's eyes, but the alpha said nothing.

Plan huffed out a short laugh, "what? Insecure that I still love him?"

Mean said nothing.

"Well, of course, I love him," Plan said, eyes ablaze, "he is the alpha I have always wanted," with triumph he felt Mean moving slightly in him, Plan went on, "he is the one I actually need. Someone older than me, smarter, wiser. Not someone a year younger than me and so reckless, so naive. Damn! You work under your brother even when you are twenty-one. You are not capable enough to have your own pack. You are worthless."

For a moment they both stared at each other. Plan inhaled deeply, his breath shakily leaving his lungs when Mean's eyes watched his Adam's apple bobbing. The words had drained Plan.

Mean was looking at his throat, maybe the mark was his focus point. Plan did not know.

Then Mean was pulling back.

Plan winced when the head was popping out of his clenched hole. Mean turned his back to Plan.

"Go back to the pack house," the alpha said, bending slightly to pull up his own joggers.

Plan toed off his joggers completely, rounding the alpha and when Mean looked up at him with an unreadable expression, Plan pushed him down against the tree. Mean fell on his arse, eyes on Plan as the omega straddled him.

The ground of the forest was moist, it was raining last night. Plan could feel his knees dipping in mud but he did not care. His whole body ached for the alpha that was looking at him with something like distaste. That would not do.

Plan placed his right hand on Mean's shoulder and with his left hand, he reached back, positioning the alpha's cock at his asshole.

The penetration was a little painful, Plan closed his eyes when the mushroom head popped in. Then he opened his eyes, focusing on the alpha who was looking at him. Plan started gliding down, down until his ass touched Mean's thighs. He placed both his hands on the alpha's broad shoulders for support. His eyes never leaving Mean's.

"If you want me to use you, might as well do it," Plan hissed against Mean's lips, "you are useless on your own anyway."

Mean was like a stone, he said nothing and his hands stayed on the ground, obviously getting muddy.

"Just a good tool to fuck me," Plan said, building up the rhythm, up and down, rolling hips, sliding up until only the head of the alpha's cock was in him and then slamming down.

He squeezed the base of Mean's cock with his arse, trying to get the burning feeling more. His inside churned when the dick in him twitched, making Plan roll his eyes closed. He opened his eyes though, not ready to miss the moment Mean lost his control.

He could feel the head of Mean's cock against his prostate, Plan's whole body jerked as he aimed to that bundle of nerves. His eyes were on Mean as he rode the alpha.

Plan could feel his chest tingling. He wanted those lips to touch the nipples, kiss them like Mean always did, bite them and suck them afterwards.

Plan's lips trembled for the alpha. His tongue came out to moisten them so that Mean would pull him down for a kiss. Their tongues battling for dominance.

Mean sat there, his eyes sliding down Plan's body, setting the parts of the omega's body on fire as those eyes went down. Plan bit his lips, sweat pooling against his forehead, the effort too much. His knees were hurting, scratching against the ground. He kept his eyes on the alpha, the push and pull were so good in him but something was amiss. Their skin touched, rubbing warmth everywhere they touched. Arousal cursed through Plan's veins and more slick came out of him, making the glide smooth. He looked down at Mean.

The alpha loved his slick, would lap it up from his skin, again and again, in the middle of their couplings. He would eat Plan out whenever he could, even if Plan protested violently, Plan would open up to that prodding tongue. Plan was ashamed to accept, even in his own head, that he would always leak a little more whenever he would see the blissful look on the alpha's face whenever he was testing Plan's slick.

More slick seeped out of Plan, coating his thighs, moistening up Mean's thighs as well.

The jungle was almost dark, cold breeze enveloping them. Plan's arms came around Mean's shoulders, his head coming down to take those lips in a kiss. A kiss to hide away his blush.

That was when Mean reacted, he moved his face away, looking sideways.

Plan halted, his movement faltering.

"Wh..." he could not finish his sentence when Mean leaned back against the tree, his face expressionless.

"Take my cock and cum. Use me the way you want but I'm not participating in this."

It was as if cold water was splashed against his burning skin. Plan coiled back, the headiness of the coupling leaving him in a flash. He felt vulnerable, his eyes wide and fixed on Mean.

"Wh...what?" he asked, voice trembling.

Mean shrugged, "I am nothing to you but a tool. A sex toy maybe?" a sardonic smile crossed the alpha's lips, "a toy never joins in the act initially, Plan. Go on. Use the toy."

Plan looked down at himself, the heady feeling of his arousal gone and then he looked back at Mean. The alpha was looking at him but there was no warmth in those eyes. Those eyes cherished him, always, but at that moment, Mean looked bored.

Plan could not move. He could not pull back or he could not go on.

"Want my help?" Mean asked, so formal and so friendly, over friendly, "just tell me if you need any help. Do you need me to help you with that?" Mean pointed at their joined bodies.

Plan did not know what the alpha meant. He nodded dumbly.

A squeak left his lips when Mean swiftly pushed him down on the ground, his back hitting the cold and moist grass as the alpha loomed over him. Mean's eyes were blank and then he was leaning down. Plan leaned up, inclining his head to fit their lips but that did not happen. Mean hid his face against the crook of Plan's neck and his hands pushed Plan's legs up, bending him almost in half.

The alpha pulled back almost all the way and then slammed in, hitting the omega's prostate blindly. Shock, trill and arousal shot through Plan, making him cry out the alpha's name, his hands coming up to hold the alpha's broad, muscular shoulders for leverage. He could feel his back rubbing against the ground, mud marring his body but Plan could not care less, not when Mean was moving so fast in him. His own hands were muddy. Plan watched with fascination as his hands painted Mean's milky white skin brown, deep brown. He glided his hands in Mean's hair, pulling at it, marring them with clay too.

Both of them were muddy, sweaty, in the middle of the jungle, fucking like those ancient wolves. Like the perfect mating from those old eras. Plan shivered.

Mean's left hand moved down, Plan's eyes widened when he felt the alpha's fingers wrapping around him. Mean rubbed his thumb over the omega's slit and squeezed the head. Plan whined, his face turning sideways to take in the alpha's scent.

Everything was a blur except Mean moving in him, fast and filthy. The hand that held Plan's cock was moving too, the palm rough against Plan's sensitive skin. Mean knew exactly how to twist the base or rub the head to pull the release out of Plan and Plan obeyed. He came with Mean's name on his lips, eyes moist with tears, long lashes stuck together so beautifully.

Then mean was pulling out, his knot almost at the edge of forming. Plan furrowed his brows when the alpha started jerking himself off. It never happened like this. Mean was like a caveman. He would cum in Plan repeatedly just to mark him inside out. Plan knew how much that meant to the alpha when Plan smelt like him. It was like a security Mean gave him, mated. He was mated to Mean.

Plan watched from the ground, panting, as Mean came on his own. The cum hitting the ground beside Plan. His eyes traced the unformed knot. What was going on?

Even after the release, Plan did not feel satisfied this time. He watched Mean sitting back on his hunches, not as affected as Plan was from the coupling.

Plan sat up, feeling too exposed suddenly. His back hurt, the usual throbbing after taking the alpha. It was bittersweet. After taking the knot, Plan would feel satisfied as his omega would rest in him and that would cease the pain on his back and thighs but this time, his omega was not satisfied and Plan's pride was not letting him ask why Mean had not cum in him.

It was ridiculous that he was so affected.

"I've talked to the doctor of the pack," Mean said suddenly, still sitting on his hunches, "we need to sign some papers and get it signed by the council, then he would be able to remove the bond."

Plan could feel his stomach swooping down uncomfortably, his heart skipping beats and it hurt, the breath that was clogged in his throat was painful. The sudden pain that tore through his heart was unreasonable but too sharp. It was sudden, too sudden. Mean was ripping the band-aid off too quick, leaving behind the burn for Plan to feel.

His eyes searched the alpha's face and Mean was not lying. His eyes were clear and his expression open.

"Wh-what?" Plan asked, he felt cold suddenly, skin pricking with goosebumps. Plan pulled his legs up to his chest and his arms hugged his knees, hiding his nakedness from the alpha. He felt so exposed.

Mean nodded, standing up to collect his jogger. The alpha wore it slowly, looking down as he tied the strings.

"There's no need to tie you to me any longer," Mean said, "you don't want me. You will never be happy this way. We will never go anywhere," a smile crossed Mean's lips, "might as well I let you go."

Plan had nothing to say. His eyes followed the alpha when Mean forwarded his jogger for him to wear. Plan stood up on shaky legs, doing up the strings and when he looked back at the alpha, Mean was turning away.

"Where are you going?" Plan asked, his voice low and shaky.

Mean shrugged, "for a run. You go ahead."

Plan reached out, his confusion, frustration, pain, hatred everything catching up to him suddenly. He grabbed the alpha's wrist and pulled him back, making him face the omega.

"If that's what was your plan, why did you get so affected when your brother hugged me? Why did it matter? We are breaking the bond anyway."

Mean's face held nothing when he looked down at Plan, "it's instinct. You are still my bonded mate. I can't help but feel angry when I see someone around you. I am sorry."

Plan could feel his eyes burning, he flapped his eyelids rapidly to brush away the tears. He would not cry for the alpha. He nodded.

"I'm glad you understood that you are not the one I want," he said, voice mocking, "let me know when I will be free from you. I would like it to be soon."

Mean huffed out a laugh, "I know that, don't I? Don't worry, the doctor gave us tomorrow's appointment. Today we will go to the council and sign those papers and tomorrow the doctor will release us from the bond."

Plan watched, his eyes fixed on Mean as the alpha took few steps away from him.

"Goodbye, Plan. I am sorry for whatever trouble I caused you."

With that said Mean was turning back and leaving, getting lost in the middle of the jungle, the trees swallowing him up.

Plan stood there, everything in him hurt.

A laugh tore through his lips when he felt the first teardrop falling from his red-rimmed eyes.

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Notes:

So, this is a single chapter fiction. It can end here, like a smutty one shot. If you all want that, I am fine with the ending.
But, if you want this to be a chaptered fiction (with 5chapters) tell me now.
Let me know your decision. 

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