The Facilities are Now in Use

Pairing: Inasa/Shouto & Iida/Shinso

Rating: Explicit 

Tags: Breeding, ABO, Omega!Shouto, Alpha!Inasa, Omega!Shinso, Alpha!Iida, voyeurism, Dubcon

Summary: The Facility has one purpose: to create a safe environment for Omegas to be bred. Enji and Aizawa sit back comfortably and watch as the Alphas they've chosen for their sons work hard to impregnate their new Omegas. 

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The breeding room was made to be as comfortable as possible. Even the restraints that were attached to the headboard were lined with soft foam. When Omegas left the room, the only marks on their bodies were the ones left by the Alphas who just finished mating with them. Everything in the room – from the color of the walls to the texture of the sheets on the large bed – was meant to keep Omegas as calm as possible. High levels of stress during breeding hindered impregnation. Not to mention, panicked Omegas who were struggling to get away could kick an Alphas’ instincts into overdrive, potentially leading to unnecessary injuries. The entire purpose of the facility was to create a safe environment for Omegas to be bred...even if it was against their will.

Shifting slightly in his seat, arms crossed over his chest, Enji quietly watched as Inasa, the Alpha he had chosen out of hundreds of candidates, straightened up, a broad grin on his flushed, sweaty face. Underneath him, Shouto trembled powerfully. Mouth hanging open, he stared up at Inasa with a dazed, hazy gaze. Through the speakers, Enji could hear the soft, breathless gasps that were tumbling out from between his plush, pink lips. Splattered across his belly was evidence of just how good Inasa was making him feel. Shouto had probably lost count – if he had even been bothering too – but Enji had the current count: four. The candidate that he hadn’t even been 100% sure of had made his son cum four times already. They’d only been at it for less than hour now! Seems like he’d been worried for nothing. Inasa might seem like an idiot but his energy and enthusiasm was proving that he was perfect.

He couldn’t be sure how many times Inasa had cum. If he had to guess, he’d put it at around the same as Shouto, though there was still no indication that he was pregnant yet. Unfortunately, this was to be expected, considering how much trouble Shouto and his assigned partner had caused. He knew his Shouto would resist but even he had been a little surprised at just how much. Perhaps it was because his partner had put up a fight as well. This damn facility boasted about how much effort they put into creating environments Omegas were supposed to be calm in but it had taken the two Alphas nearly twenty minutes to soothe them. Thankfully, both Alphas had remained calm throughout, working tirelessly to make Shouto and the other one, the adorable Shinso, comfortable. Their efforts had paid off. Both boys were panting like bitches in heat. All their previous resistance was long gone, buried underneath the pleasure of being claimed.

Bending back down, cupping Shouto’s brightly flushed cheeks in his large hands, Inasa pressed a firm kiss to his lips. Eyes fluttering closed, Shouto moaned wetly as he pushed up into him, returning the kiss with a feverish fervor. Laughing low in his throat, Inasa slammed his hips forward, driving his length deep into Shouto’s hole. The squeal that Shouto let out would’ve driven any nearby Alphas into a frenzy. Curling his legs tightly around Inasa’s bucking hips, Shouto clung to his back, digging his blunt nails into his tanned, sweaty skin. By his side, Shinso was in a similar state of ecstasy. Knees pushed up to his shoulders, his visibly trembling hands gripping tightly onto his Alpha’s shoulders, Shinso moaned and wailed in a ragged, breathy voice. Iida-kun squeezed him close, pressing soft kisses everywhere he could reach as he asked him in a whisper ‘does this feel good?’, ‘right here?’ or ‘where does it feel good?’. All he got in response was a chant of ‘feels good!’ or ‘Iida!’.

He had a feeling that Inasa would be a lot more vocal if he wasn’t so obsessed with kissing Shouto. Or perhaps he just couldn’t hear him. Regardless, Shouto was being responsive, bucking up into Inasa, dragging him in even closer whenever he started to pull away, gasping and moaning – a little quieter than Shinso but still loud enough for Enji to be able to tell that he had made the right choice. It was always so nerve-wracking to choose an Alpha for an Omega. He experienced the same anxiety with Natsuo, though finding him an Alpha had been significantly easier – surprising, considering that Natsuo was just as headstrong and stubborn as Shouto. He supposed that was because Shouto was so convinced that he’d be fine on his own. A foolish thought coming from a boy who understood nothing about the real world.

Choking out a strangled cry, Shouto threw his head back, his hips arching up off the bed. His legs curled tighter around Inasa’s waist, squeezing them together. A dizzy, triumphant grin spread across Inasa’s face. Grabbing hold of Shouto’s wrists, he pinned his hands above his head and continued to pound roughly into him, fucking him through his orgasm. Shouto sputtered something that sounded like a protest, his eyes widening but he quickly submitted to the pleasure, wailing and moaning, his hips bucking in time with Inasa’s thrusts. The two Alphas glanced at each other, grinning as though they couldn’t believe their luck in being allowed to claim such adorable Alphas. Exhaling harshly, sweat glistening on his forehead, Iida-kun dropped down onto his side, shifting over so he was lying behind Shinso. Pulling one leg up to his chest, he slammed in all the way then began to roll and buck his hips, keeping the majority of his length inside.

Eyes widening, mouth hanging open, Shinso reached up to curl his hand into Iida-kun's hair, crying out, “More! More-! Iida-! There-! Good-! Good-! More-! Mess me up more-!”

Iida-kun happily nuzzled the side of his head, whispering something into his ear that Enji couldn’t make out. Not to be outdone, Inasa abruptly pulled back, plopping down onto his butt. His cock slipped out of Shouto, who let out a wail of disappointment. Gently, sweetly shushing him, stroking his thighs, stomach, chest and face, Inasa pulled him up into his lap. Curling his arms tightly around him, he lifted him up enough so his slick drenched hole was hovering over his cock then dropped him, impaling him on his stiff length. Gasping sharply, Shouto clutched at Inasa’s shoulders, hanging on tightly as he rapidly slammed up into him. He bounced with every thrust. A dazed smile spread across his brightly flushed face. The corners of Enji’s lips tilted up. There it was...that was just what he was looking for. Complete acceptance of an Alpha...no, not just acceptance but a desperate, gnawing want to be dominated, claimed, bitten.

“It won’t be long now.”

Jolting slightly, the raspy voice jerking him out of his thoughts, Enji turned to the man beside him. Aizawa, or Eraserhead as he was known in the Pro circuit, was watching just as intently as he was. One thin, scarred finger tapped restlessly on his knee. If he was considered picky then Aizawa was neurotic. Enji had heard that he had made the candidacy portion an absolute nightmare. No one had been good enough. Though, it wasn’t like he could say he was even better. The moderators probably thought working with him was horrible as well. It was one of the few things he and Aizawa could agree on. If they were going to give their precious boys away to some Alphas, they had better be the best of the best, no less. Shinso was his – adopted a couple years ago when it became apparent his biological parents were...unfit to take care of him. What made him pick Iida-kun was something that Aizawa hadn’t bothered to share but watching the kid, Enji could assume the reason.

It was actually a little amusing...despite having nothing to do with each other up until this point, they had picked similar candidates for their boys. Earnest, straightforward, honest and perceptive – just what was needed in a desirable Alpha. No doubt, these two were perfect for their boys.

Nodding, lightly stroking his chin, Enji responded, “Yes, surprised it hasn’t happened already.”

Aizawa shrugged, “Impregnation can be tricky, especially in this kind of environment.”

He paused for a moment then asked, “What do you think, Endeavor-san? Will you let Inasa-kun bite Shouto?”

Enji cocked his head, sighing softly. That was the question of the hour, wasn’t it? Despite all the effort put into selecting worthy candidates, it was rare but not unheard of for parents to decide not to allow the Alpha to claim their child. A disastrous result that the facility did everything in their power to keep from happening. That was why the candidacy process was so arduous – last thing anyone wants is for a bond to happen when the parents aren’t satisfied. Ultimately, though, it was the parents’ decision. If such a choice was made, it had to be done before the Omega was impregnated. Trying to pry an impregnated Omega out of the hands of the Alpha who just put pups in their belly was asking for someone to get hurt or, worse, killed. There were quite a few horror stories from when the facility first went into business about Alphas going into a crazed state when someone tried to take their newly impregnated Omega away from them.

That was why there was such precise, careful monitoring of an Omega’s body during this process. Enji’s gaze flickered up to the TV mounted on the wall above the one-way window. Displayed on it was a readout of Shouto’s and Shinso’s heartrate, body temperature and, most importantly, the percentage likelihood of pregnancy. Right now, both boys were hanging steady at 97%. Once it hit 98%, the moderator who was in the room with them, currently standing by the door, hand on the knob, ready to jump into the action should something go wrong, would ask the same question: did he want to stop or proceed?

Enji looked back to Shouto. Cradled between Inasa’s muscular legs, his arms wound loosely around his shoulders, Shouto hungrily kissed him, lazily rolling and bucking his hips. They pulled away – just enough so they could look each other in the eye. Shouto giggled. Inasa pushed forward to bump their foreheads together, smiling brightly. He dropped down onto the bed, splaying out on his back. Shouto didn’t need any instructions on what to do. Panting heavily, sweat rolling down his flushed face, he leaned back, bracing his hands on Inasa’s thighs and began to bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, Shouto...” Inasa breathed giddily, “You’re beautiful...you’re so beautiful!”

Leaning back in his seat, a pleased smirk on his face, Enji nodded, “Yeah, I’m satisfied with this.” He turned slightly to address the moderator, “He has my permission.”

The moderator nodded, looking quite happy with this development.

Looking to Aizawa, Enji asked, “And you? What will you do?”

Aizawa snorted, “I decided about ten minutes ago that Iida was the best choice. Shinso needs a good Alpha like him.”

The moderator was practically beaming, bouncing on the heels of her comfortable sneakers. This was what all of them wanted to hear as the percentage neared 98%. No one really wanted to go through the ordeal of separating an Alpha from a nearly pregnant Omega. Enji tilted his head back to look up at the TV once more. Right then, the percentage flew past 97% to 100%. The light in the room shifted from a pleasant white to a comforting blue. He heard both Alphas growl softly. Inasa grabbed hold of Shouto, yanking him down so he could sink his teeth into the soft curve of his shoulder. Iida-kun was close behind, first dragging his tongue up the line of Shinso’s shoulder before chomping down. Both Omegas squealed loudly, their bodies shuddering. Thick ropes of cum sprayed out of their clothes, splattering onto anything that was nearby. Shouto collapsed down onto Inasa while Shinso raggedly bucked his hips, his eyes rolled back until only the whites were visible.

Enji looked back to the TV, a content smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Displayed below the readings read the message ‘Impregnation successful’.