im all alone (except you've got us)
{grantaire's pov}
Grantaire tried to kick out as he felt the needle slide into his arm but the comforting omega scent made him slow. He was passed from the blond's arms to the omega who'd sedated him. He struggled in vain to escape, but his limbs went limp and he sagged against the omega.
The worst thing about the sedative was that it did exactly what it was meant to; it sedated him. He was still conscious (although his mind was hazy) but his body was paralysed. Grantaire sat on Courfeyrac's lap in a van, fear controlling his mind. He could hear the conversation's of Les Amis;
'Enjolras? Where did you see him earlier?' Courfeyrac asked.
The blond- Enjolras- answered. 'I saw him at Balhorel's shop. He was behind the counter and I was talking to 'Ferre on the phone. I mentioned that a male omega had moved into Little Paris and he let off so much fear scent I was surprised that we weren't fighting off alphas by the dozen. He told me there was a male omega inside, and I have never met an omega who dares to lie to an alpha. I went to check and all I found was Balhorel confused as to why there was omega scent when the only people there were betas. You know the rest.'
Combeferre spoke, a deep rumbly voice. 'What do we know about him, Enj?'
Enjolras sighed. 'Not much. He applied for the job under the name Michel Roux but the old woman from the fringe said his name was Henri Martin. I presume both of those are false names. But, male omegas are rarer than the females. We'll find him on the database when we get back.'
Grantaire had regained enough control to start whimpering again, not out of choice but in an unconscious last-ditch attempt to make his captors let him go. Enjolras was unsympathetic.
'Please, omega, be quiet. It's three am and I don't want to be dealing with stressy, hormonal omegas.'
Courfeyrac retaliated; 'Enjolras! He's terrified! Leave him alone.'
Enjolras was about to make a comment to the omega, but he thought better of it.
'I'm sorry, little omegas. Courfeyrac and, Michel, I suppose we'll call you for the moment.'
Grantaire tried his best to huddle into Courfeyrac, the sedative beginning to wear off. Courfeyrac realised how scared the omega must be feeling and cradled him closer. The younger omega tried to speak;
'P... Please let me go. I can live as a beta; I've managed for so long, I've been safe. I don't want to bond, I don't want an alpha!'
Combeferre and Enjolras felt a small splinter of irritation, their alpha instincts wanting to quash any insubordination. However, all three of Grantaire's kidnappers felt pity and sadness that this boy who was barely old enough to know his gender was so scared and fearful of the future.
'Why don't you want an alpha, little one?' asked Combeferre.
Grantaire peeked out at the alphas through his dark mane of hair, his irritation finally surfacing.
'I'm not a 'little one'! Do you know what alphas do to omegas? They murder them! Kill them, rape them... Would you want to have to live with at least one for the rest of your life without any choice? Do you even think about how your omega feels? How scared most of us are?'
Combeferre bit his lip, hoping that Enjolras wouldn't start on a pro-soulmate lecture.
'Look here, omega,' Enjolras began 'The only reason that happens is because you actively run away from the people trying to protect you!'
Grantaire snorted. 'So it's my mother's fault she is dead? Her fault she was trying to keep me from being abducted by Les Amis when she was raped and murdered by a rogue alpha?' Enjolras tried to break in, but Grantaire kept going. 'Is it my fault that I don't want to spend my days in a cell so I run from town to town, always running away from you? Les Amis say they're not like regular alphas, but they sure don't damn seem like it! You've taken me away for god knows what reason, to 'keep me safe'? From big scary alphas who might try and kidnap me! Why can't you fuck off and leave me alone?!' He broke off and somehow managed to burrow further into Courfeyrac's grip.
Both Combeferre and Enjolras exchanged a look.
'Combeferre, I think we'll need to keep a close eye on this omega...' Enjolras said. 'He'll run as soon as he can.'
It was clear that this omega's hatred of alphas and the soulmate system was deeply ingrained in him.
'You got that fucking, right, knothead.' muttered the omega.
'Silence, omega!' Enjolras hissed in an alpha voice.
Grantaire flinched but stayed silent for the rest of the journey to his new prison.
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When Grantaire woke up, he was no longer in Courfeyrac's arms. He was in a bed, tied down. What the sweet fuck was going on?
Everything smelt like alpha. He shuffled, happy that the sedative had worn off, but less happy to find himself in some kind of restraints. He could hear a crinkling noise coming from under the bedsheets.
He was wearing a diaper. A soiled diaper, to be more precise. This was all overwhelming, and Grantaire cursed his omega chemistry, as it made him start to cry; great, heaving sobs that wrenched the hearts of the two alphas watching Grantaire via a small camera in the corner of the room.
'Enjolras, I'm gonna go get him out. Or at least calm him down.' Combeferre said with a worried glance at the monitor.
'Ferre, I'm sure he'll be ok if you just wait for Courfeyrac to get here. 'Feyrac's the omega; surely he'll be the best person to help Michel.'
They had reverted to calling the omega 'Michel' until he revealed his name or they got a hit off the database.
'Enj! He's gonna have a breakdown.'
'Combeferre!' Enjolras shouted after the retreating alpha before deciding to leave him to and watch via the camera.
Grantaire was curled in the corner of the bed, crying quietly, as Combeferre walked in slowly. The sad omega looked up and cringed visibly.
'I... I... I...' He tried, but Combeferre shushed him gently.
'Calm, Michel, calm.'
'Not... Michel... It's cold. There's a..' he pointed to his lower section, too embarrassed to say diaper. 'And I want to go... home...' Grantaire dissolved into another fit of crying. Combeferre undid the restraints and took Grantaire into his arms. Despite his verbal protestations, Grantaire couldn't help but like being held. As an omega, he was hardwired to want to please alphas and feel safe when they held him.
'There, there.' whispered Combeferre. 'How's about we get you warm and change that diaper, huh?' he said in a soft voice. 'Then we can get some food to eat, and a hot drink, yeah? Does that sound good?'
Grantaire took some deep breaths. He still had an advantage; these alphas didn't know him. He could still run...
'No bad thoughts please, little one.' admonished Combeferre gently. The omega blinked. Had he spoken aloud? Or did this alpha just know that Grantaire was plotting?
Enjolras was watching on the monitor. How had Combeferre scooped up the omega and handled him so well? Before bonding to Courfeyrac a couple of years before, 'Ferre had been terrible with omegas. Enjolras guessed you just knew how to do it, that it was instinctive.
Too bad I'm not good with omegas, thought Enjolras. I'll just have to wait for mine before I'm any good at handling them...
Combeferre took the shell-shocked Grantaire into a small, nursery-like room. Laying him down on the table, he gently strapped the omega's limbs into soft, velcro restraints. Still limp and confused, Grantaire just lay there, unmoving. It was only when 'Ferre began to undo his diaper that Grantaire began to struggle.
'No! Please! I don't want to...' he protested feebly, still little dopey from the drugs in his system.
'I know, I know. Just this once, ok, little one? Just while you were sleeping.'
Grantaire wanted to protest that he was seventeen, almost eighteen, that he didn't need diapers, but he just closed his eyes and blushed as the alpha whose name he didn't even know changed his diaper. Combeferre did the job neatly and efficiently, taking no pleasure from it but not minding really because he wanted to take care of the omega. This is what alphas are for, he thought. Not raping and killing like this misguided omega thinks.
Combeferre slid some pants onto the omega's slim hips and paused before undoing the restraints.
'Now, little one. I need to carry you somewhere. Can you be good for me?'
The omega nodded slowly, trying to clear his mind.
Combeferre undid the restraints and scooped the omega over his shoulder. The alpha and omega walked out of the room together, entwined.