He manages to get himself free while Steve is struggling to feed him, taking advantage of the distraction to get in a dirty blow.
In the time that Steve takes to recover, Clint manages to get himself loose and runs into the kitchen.
When Steve goes to follow, he finds the man waiting for him with a cast iron frying pan.
Steve only just barely manages to catch Clint’s hand before the metal connects with his head, and he doesn’t bother checking his strength before he wrenches the pan away.
Clint stumbles, not expecting the sudden pull, and Steve is quick to grab hold of his mating mark to forcibly subdue him.
The archer lets out a vicious snarl, however, twisting against his grip, and Steve has to dodge a sharp punch aimed at his crotch.
He shouldn't have expected Clint to go quietly, after all.
Even with a vice grip on the back of the man's neck, Clint still continues to thrash and growl, and Steve is forced to block hit after hit as the archer tries to punch him.
But Clint is older that Steve, and he's spent the past couple weeks tied to a mating stand. Steve knows that he can't keep up this kind of fight for long.
It's only a matter of time before the man's blows weaken and tire, and his breathing begins to get heavy.
Steve doesn't let go of him for even a moment, dipping into his super soldier stamina to keep his grip firm and his blocks lightning quick as Clint slowly exhausts himself trying to fight him.
And as soon as he feels the man's strength start to waver, he slams him to the floor.
Clint grunts as the breath is knocked from his chest, stunned, but Steve doesn't give him a second to recover.
Once he's on the ground, Steve switches out the grip on Clint's neck for a bite, sinking his teeth deep into the man's mating mark. The only sound that Clint is able to make in response is a soft wheeze, still struggling to catch his breath, but his whole body immediately goes rigid with pain.
The sensory overload combined with the agony of having that kind of sharp pressure on such a sensitive area is enough to put Clint into a near helpless state, and only then does Steve dare to try and move him.
While he's still stunned, Steve drags Clint back to his mating bench and lashes him down hard, tying knot after knot into the ropes binding his wrists and ankles.
He won't be getting away this time.
Simply biting his mating mark is not enough to keep an alpha like Clint down, so Steve is quick to fuck him open, knotting the man hard to keep him subdued.
The action is immediately met by a vicious snarl, and Clint twists sharply in his binds to try and bite him. The man is still exhausted from his first fight, however, and Steve lets him struggle for a moment in vain until he tires himself out again.
“Stop fighting me, Clint,” he growls, leaning back to make his knot pull. “This is for your own good.”
The archer spits a curse at him in reply, but he can't disguise the way that he leans back to relieve the pressure of Steve's knot pulling against his tight opening.
The ropes only let him get so far, however.
Clint's voice cuts off in a sharp grunt as Steve's knot starts to slip free, the width of it stretching his opening until the skin is taut and shiny. Steve doesn't force it all the way, only enough to stretch Clint painfully around it, but the archer reacts like he's being torn in two, thrashing against the ropes and howling curses at him as his ass cheeks clench desperately.
The others are watching the alphas fight in mild terror, and Steve makes a mental note to go comfort them once he's finished, but for now his attention is locked on Clint as the man struggles to regain his composure.
After a moment of helpless struggling Clint starts to collect himself, and Steve can feel a slight pressure as the archer clenches his inner muscles around him, the action mostly ineffective with how stretched he already is.
But effective or not, it's still an act of defiance, and Steve punishes him by grabbing a vice grip on the man's flaccid cock and beginning to pump him mercilessly.
And that really makes Clint yell.
Clint is a surprisingly strong alpha despite not having any enhancements, and Steve can feel his brows rise, impressed, as the man somehow continues to fight him despite being pinned and knotted and subdued.
But Steve is nothing if not persistent.
“Cum for me, omega,” Steve snarls. “I'm not going to stop until you do.”
Clint shakes his head, unable to speak, but although he's still resisting, his defiance doesn't last very long.
Steve's knot has started to shrink, and with only so much time left he decides to push the archer just a little harder.
Steve slams himself deep without warning, nailing Clint's prostate with the tip of his cock. The man chokes on a breath, his whole body going rigid, and Steve feels the man's cock twitch and harden in his hold. A second later Clint cums, his orgasm forced from him against his will, and Steve leans back hard to pull his knot tight against the man's stretched opening.
With a little give of muscle, Steve's shrinking knot pops free from the archer’s ass, tearing a cry of agony from Clint as the pain of being pried open pierces through his orgasm.
Steve watches as the man shudders through the last throws of his ruined pleasure, his gaping opening twitching in time to the pulse of his muscles as it struggles to close up again, and Steve circles him so they are face to face.
“Hopefully you've learned better than to defy your alpha,” he scolds, grabbing a casual hold on Clint's mating mark to make sure he stays down. “I would hate to have to do anything more drastic to keep you from causing trouble.”
Clint doesn't respond, hanging limp in his binds, but Steve is willing to take his lack of an answer as submission.
For now.
The others are silent as Steve cleans Clint up and circles the room to soothe them, and Wanda refuses to even look at him when he comes to wipe her terrified tears away. But that doesn't stop any of them from moaning Steve's name when he knots them later that evening.
Clint is stoic and silent as ever, but there is something decidedly less defiant about his actions now.
Fill: The New Pack (7/?)
He manages to get himself free while Steve is struggling to feed him, taking advantage of the distraction to get in a dirty blow.
In the time that Steve takes to recover, Clint manages to get himself loose and runs into the kitchen.
When Steve goes to follow, he finds the man waiting for him with a cast iron frying pan.
Steve only just barely manages to catch Clint’s hand before the metal connects with his head, and he doesn’t bother checking his strength before he wrenches the pan away.
Clint stumbles, not expecting the sudden pull, and Steve is quick to grab hold of his mating mark to forcibly subdue him.
The archer lets out a vicious snarl, however, twisting against his grip, and Steve has to dodge a sharp punch aimed at his crotch.
He shouldn't have expected Clint to go quietly, after all.
Even with a vice grip on the back of the man's neck, Clint still continues to thrash and growl, and Steve is forced to block hit after hit as the archer tries to punch him.
But Clint is older that Steve, and he's spent the past couple weeks tied to a mating stand. Steve knows that he can't keep up this kind of fight for long.
It's only a matter of time before the man's blows weaken and tire, and his breathing begins to get heavy.
Steve doesn't let go of him for even a moment, dipping into his super soldier stamina to keep his grip firm and his blocks lightning quick as Clint slowly exhausts himself trying to fight him.
And as soon as he feels the man's strength start to waver, he slams him to the floor.
Clint grunts as the breath is knocked from his chest, stunned, but Steve doesn't give him a second to recover.
Once he's on the ground, Steve switches out the grip on Clint's neck for a bite, sinking his teeth deep into the man's mating mark. The only sound that Clint is able to make in response is a soft wheeze, still struggling to catch his breath, but his whole body immediately goes rigid with pain.
The sensory overload combined with the agony of having that kind of sharp pressure on such a sensitive area is enough to put Clint into a near helpless state, and only then does Steve dare to try and move him.
While he's still stunned, Steve drags Clint back to his mating bench and lashes him down hard, tying knot after knot into the ropes binding his wrists and ankles.
He won't be getting away this time.
Simply biting his mating mark is not enough to keep an alpha like Clint down, so Steve is quick to fuck him open, knotting the man hard to keep him subdued.
The action is immediately met by a vicious snarl, and Clint twists sharply in his binds to try and bite him. The man is still exhausted from his first fight, however, and Steve lets him struggle for a moment in vain until he tires himself out again.
“Stop fighting me, Clint,” he growls, leaning back to make his knot pull. “This is for your own good.”
The archer spits a curse at him in reply, but he can't disguise the way that he leans back to relieve the pressure of Steve's knot pulling against his tight opening.
The ropes only let him get so far, however.
Clint's voice cuts off in a sharp grunt as Steve's knot starts to slip free, the width of it stretching his opening until the skin is taut and shiny. Steve doesn't force it all the way, only enough to stretch Clint painfully around it, but the archer reacts like he's being torn in two, thrashing against the ropes and howling curses at him as his ass cheeks clench desperately.
The others are watching the alphas fight in mild terror, and Steve makes a mental note to go comfort them once he's finished, but for now his attention is locked on Clint as the man struggles to regain his composure.
After a moment of helpless struggling Clint starts to collect himself, and Steve can feel a slight pressure as the archer clenches his inner muscles around him, the action mostly ineffective with how stretched he already is.
But effective or not, it's still an act of defiance, and Steve punishes him by grabbing a vice grip on the man's flaccid cock and beginning to pump him mercilessly.
And that really makes Clint yell.
Clint is a surprisingly strong alpha despite not having any enhancements, and Steve can feel his brows rise, impressed, as the man somehow continues to fight him despite being pinned and knotted and subdued.
But Steve is nothing if not persistent.
“Cum for me, omega,” Steve snarls. “I'm not going to stop until you do.”
Clint shakes his head, unable to speak, but although he's still resisting, his defiance doesn't last very long.
Steve's knot has started to shrink, and with only so much time left he decides to push the archer just a little harder.
Steve slams himself deep without warning, nailing Clint's prostate with the tip of his cock. The man chokes on a breath, his whole body going rigid, and Steve feels the man's cock twitch and harden in his hold. A second later Clint cums, his orgasm forced from him against his will, and Steve leans back hard to pull his knot tight against the man's stretched opening.
With a little give of muscle, Steve's shrinking knot pops free from the archer’s ass, tearing a cry of agony from Clint as the pain of being pried open pierces through his orgasm.
Steve watches as the man shudders through the last throws of his ruined pleasure, his gaping opening twitching in time to the pulse of his muscles as it struggles to close up again, and Steve circles him so they are face to face.
“Hopefully you've learned better than to defy your alpha,” he scolds, grabbing a casual hold on Clint's mating mark to make sure he stays down. “I would hate to have to do anything more drastic to keep you from causing trouble.”
Clint doesn't respond, hanging limp in his binds, but Steve is willing to take his lack of an answer as submission.
For now.
The others are silent as Steve cleans Clint up and circles the room to soothe them, and Wanda refuses to even look at him when he comes to wipe her terrified tears away. But that doesn't stop any of them from moaning Steve's name when he knots them later that evening.
Clint is stoic and silent as ever, but there is something decidedly less defiant about his actions now.
Steve dares to hope that he's making progress.