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In time you could learn to like this job. Working for the Ootori family wasn't horrible, seeing as you only had to deal with one of the insufferable Alphas, and he was hardly ever home.
But, being an unbound Alpha, especially one who usually received what he wanted might prove to be far more difficult when you had to serve him hand and foot whenever he did come home.
Pressing the hem of your black skirt with the iron was one tedious task, though ultimately necessary when serving, and living in such a household. The Ootori family were one of high status, and extremely particular.
One would believe that every member has a rode stuck up each and every- "F/L!"
Your name was yelled from across the maids quarters.
A bustling older Beta came charging into your room.
"F/L! Master Kyouya has come in and needs attendance."
With wide eyes you ran to the wooden doors to the closet, flinging them open you grabbed a freshly ironed apron and a long cap sleeved dress. Black of course. Making sure that the iron was turned off, you shimmied out of your night gown and dressed in a rush.
It was unlike the young master of the house to arrive home so early, around 6 a.m none the less.
Your place was to be a maid part time, and full time you were to tend to his every need.
Well. Most needs.
The only reason you accepted the job was the dignity the family treated their servers with. Not one Omega was forced into sexual duties under the men and women of the house. Though, that was due to more respect of the family than the Omegas.
With grace you slipped on the kitten heeled shoes then with skirts afloat ran to the marble stairs leading to the first floor.
Before slipping into his room you gave the oak doors a light knock. With a grunt from the other-side answering your call to come in, you let your hand creak open the door.
Kyouya waited in his sitting room, the dark rings underneath his glasses were the only sign that the young man was exhausted. The rest of him remained prim and proper.
"Young Sir" your voice sang underneath a heavy breath.
His dark brown eyes left the paper he was reading to give you a once over, taking a deep inhale through his nose, he beckoned you to come closer.
With light steps you made your way to his tidy desk.
"Sir?"
"F/l" he replied tiredly, "Must I remind you too spray the pheromone perfume?"
With quick blinking eyes in response you recalled the black bottle of mist that was used as a daily deodorizer to prevent your natural Omega scent from permeating the area. On most occasions you would have already doused yourself in it.
Kyouya had been gone so long though that you need not wear it until such matters of hosting tea at 10a.m.
With lowered lashes you apologized, "I'm sorry, it's just been-"
"No apology needed" he brought your wrist upward and sniffed it lightly, "Just try not to be so absent minded."
A pinkish blush ran across your cheeks as his nose brushed lightly across his skin.
The young Sirs face seemed to regain color; as opposed from when you came in. You found that whenever you were around him that his skin seemed brighter, that his posture was more relaxed. One of the benefits of being an Omega was the calming affect you had on most Alphas.
"So what can I do for you young Master?" you asked formally, ignoring his brief touches on your sensitive wrist from earlier.
A small smirk played on his face, "None that you would be all too fond of- but, if you would bring me a pot of tea."
With a quick nod you reached for the delicate china cup from his desk. Another large intake of air from the dark haired man was very noticeable to your senses. With as much rush as dignity would allow, you escaped his parlor.
Kyouya turned his head to watch you leave, how your waist and hips moved while you left.
He liked it, "very much."
The past few months seemed to drag out a sort of stress that only his home could cure; when he wasn't at home his anxiety rose tenfold. More than what would be necessary.
Considering the fact he had to start a new business once high-school finished two years back, he had the club nearly as a side project. Tamaki, though a good friend, was recently married to Haruhi. Tamaki had surprisingly grown into a Omega, while Haruhi was most certainly a much too friendly Alpha.
The other members were off in University and had proceeded to just continue the family line of work. Ouran Host Clubs meetings were very irregular and they met up twice a year, though this time it was a special occasion.
It had been for Honey's claiming party. He had found himself with a different person than what they thought he would end up with, Kyouya always painted him for a ladies man. Instead it seemed him and Mori were much more tied together than they thought.
It was amusing to say the least.
He had planned everything of course, all to Tamaki and Honey's ideals.
What he didn't expect was the heat. He had always been so careful, to always take notice. To be prepared.
As he unpacked his suitcase though, your scent hit him like a bomb.
Fairly new that you were, it seemed that although you were diligent with many household chores, you were prone to not hiding the Omega status that was draped around you on your first heat.
"Tch" .
Kyoya was extremely annoyed at the inconvenience.
The urge to be mad and irritated was quick, it molded into surprise only a moment after. His thoughts turned naughty, picturing you being spanked at how you made him feel without even trying, he hated that he couldn't have you. Even more that his Alpha presence had no effect on you other than making you blush.
"What is with me" he thought to himself, looking at his hands for answers,"The last time I was this strung out was when I first started the host club-and even then this is too much" his internal voice was sullen tinged with irritation at his attraction to his hand in foot maid.
That weekend with his friends was joyful and celebrated with much sake and many old stories, he was able to control the rut that was caused the first night (After being constantly teased of course). Simply from sheer force and many tasks to distract his inner thoughts about your smooth skin-- his flashback was interrupted.
The door creaked open along with a slight knock, looking up Kyouya found you bringing in a silver set of cutlery among the tea set, in the center was a light breakfast.
"The cooks had prepared for your arrival" F/L said lightly, "Is there anything else I may do for you?"
Kyouya noticed that your scent had changed, you had sprayed the anti-pheromone spray all over you.
It irritated his senses. He preferred the way you smelled as an Omega, not a maid.
"Yes. Stand by my entryway until I ring for you."
Watching you walk away with a grimace was one of his favorite things to do, he liked ordering you around to do unnecessary things. Especially when he was only to go rest.
Folding up his paperwork he turned towards the bed, hearing the door had been shut he began to undress.
Once nude he headed towards the already heated bath that was drawn earlier. He dipped a single pale toe into the warm water, finding it acceptable he sunk beneath the warmth of the bath.
Once settled he let his mind release from yesterdays stress's.
"Next time I'll make sure to ask for a competent Omega."
Those were his first words to you, or at least part of the first conversation.
Walking into the new home was terrifying. It was a large expanse of fine goods and modern details. Something that screamed, "Be careful I'll break!"
You were accustomed to these types of homes though, what you weren't accustomed to was waiting hand and foot on a rich alpha; sure you had worked for rich betas that were needy, and the occasional female alpha.
But when you were offered this job no one had mentioned that you would be moving into an entirely new situation.
"So this is the kitchen correct?" you asked the head maid politely.
"Oh yes. Though you won't spend much time here, only for meals and to bring anything to your young master."
"Ah-yes, I've been meaning to ask, what is his status?"
The older maid looked shocked, "What ever do you mean?"
"Well.." you replied slowly, "When I was offered the job, they needn't require my meeting of the person, or young man I am to work for."
Straight white teeth grinned back at you, "Ms. F/L, it's is most likely due to who you ARE serving is why. Since you don't know... I might as well tell you. Shall I give you great details.. or?"
"Sure, I just assumed it would be the normal beta male, that's what I usually worked for in the past, along with alpha females of course. It was on my resume so I assumed it to be one of the two."
The other woman gave a slight smirk, "Oh my. You are certainly in for a treat let me say this young lord is-"
A clanging noise could be heard from the other side of the door, "MY LADY-" a young girl rushed in from the side moving towards the head maid, "My Lady-" she squeezed out, while bracing a counter, "the family" *huff* "Is back from" *huff* "vacation".
Looking towards the older woman you saw her eyes go from calm to alert.
"Looks like you'll be able to meet them now" with a quick push she had shoved you into the nearest bathroom with a set of clothes, "Put these on. I don't want your first introduction to be one of contempt."
If only you knew the contempt he had for you, even before he met you.
His initial thought of you before he set eyes on you was annoyance.
Why his parents thought he needed another Omega hand maid was beyond him, the previous ones he chose had been incompetet at there work. Why his mother insisted on picking one herself, he wasn't sure, but he was not in a place to question or deny their pleasures.
Tamaki had thought it was hilarious of course, and urged him onward to enjoy the new possibilties,
"If your mother picked her out, then you at least know she will be attractive!" the blonde spouted.
"Attractive or not, she is likely to be as incompetent as the others. If not more so."
Tamakit nudged him, "You never know, it's how the twins found their Omega wives."
"Yes, but you know how the twins are."
With a puff of indignation Tamaki dropped the conversation.
As Kyouya arrived through the front door with his family the house seemed at peace, except the scent, the scent of a rather wild Omega. One that has yet to be...
"Aina" The lord of the house barked to the head maid, "Where is she? I can smell her from here."
"She is becoming more presentable, Sir."
Kyouya's father couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the thought of his son having to have a less than tamed Omega working for him.
"Kyouya."
"Yes Father?"
"Go find her" the man pointed down the hall, "Introduce yourself. Make it known exactly who you are and her duties to this household."
"Of course."
With that Kyouya had made sure to tighten his tie and brush whatever lint might be on his shoulder.
He could smell the delicious scent of an Omega that was unmarked and...Honey?
Before he could announce himself from the door that he stood adjacent to, he had reached out and entered the bathroom without notice or thought of what he was doing. His actions were not of his own.
Following his instinct if you will.
Before him on the porcelain sink, was a young woman with silky skin who was fumbling with a garter to keep the thigh high socks on.
Her mouth was biting the hem of her dress, keeping it away from the delicate hands that reached below her waist.
Kyouya just stood there, attempting to cover the shock that was plastered all over his face. Normally he would have already excused his self and left politley, but his Alpha had him glued to the marble floor, drinking in the sight that was before him.
You never imagined yourself in this position, smooth leg high upon the sink, the black dress hiked over your thigh. And a very attractive Alpha watching you with complete shock, well at first complete shock, the mans face immediately changed to a blank slate.
Stunned at his deep brown eyes you let go of the garter you were trying to attach to the thigh high socks. The item whipped back and slapped you across your cheek, leaving a nice sting in its wake. Before you could reach up and rub the red welt the handsome man dashed forward and grabbed your chin, his calculating eyes looked it over.
Kyouya, whose name you found out later took his time assessing the mark. His warm hands remained firmly on your cheek, while his eyes roamed over your own; not a single emotion gave way to what he was thinking.
His grip on your chin loosened and the tall young man took a long step backward, turning around, leaving his back to you he left with parting words that stung more than the welt on your face.
"It looks like I really should have picked my own Omega out. My mother was unable to do a suitable job."
With that you watched him leave, his black shoes silent on the marble as he left.
'What a fucking arse' you thought while finishing up your dress. With a quick fix to your hair, you headed in the direction of where voices could be heard.
In the large tea room, three young men sat lounging on a leather sofa, while a attractive older woman sat next to a tall and broad shoulder man, the head of the house you supposed. None of them looked at you, the family just sat and drank tea from porcelain cups as if nothing had occurred. The older maid from before gestured you by her side, guiding you back to the kitchen.
"F/L, is everything alright sweetie? We heard a commotion and the Master of the house began to chuckle, so I can only imagine what might've occurred."
Crossing your arms in distaste you relayed what had happen in the bathroom across the hall, "And it's like, I didn't do anything! How can someone say something so rude, especially when I'm new to this home."
The older maid shook her head in pity, "Young Master Kyouya is the youngest of the three sons, so he has much higher expectations of those around him. Please don't judge him to harshly, he is much nicer whenever his family isn't around."
"I don't know.." you said, shaking your head in a negative fashion, "Is he really? I know what the expectations are, but he isn't the demeaning sort is he?"
In the past you have had friends in similar work as your own, and some have a decent household to work for, others had cruel men and women that had them do much than what was necessary. It was the main reason you had asked for a contract with the family, surprisingly they had obliged in this.
"He isn't demeaning, just a little... odd" she took a wrinkled hand in yours and guided you down another hallway towards one of the garages. Inside was quite the sight, in it was all kinds of party decor, ranging from potted palm trees to a gold Buddha.
"This is what he does in his free time."
"What? Collect dust?" you interrupted in a snarky manner. A pinch on your side was given in response, "F/L, I know you have worked in wealthy houses before, so you should know better than to risk talking lamely even when the family is not around."
"Alright, alright" you conceded, "So what does he do then?" gesturing to the wide variety of items before you.
"Young Master Kyouya used to be a part of a fashionable club in his youth, now a days he works with different families that want to throw a particular kind of party. He is the coordinator of many of these events, in doing so he is able to keep connections with other families such as himself."
Your e/c eyes widened at the prospect of these parties, "The parties must be..."
"Far out- As one would say" the older maid said with a twinkle in her eye, "Aside from that, your job is one of... Difficulty. Though young master Kyouya is not home often, when he is he works you to the bone, as both a maid, server, and... I suppose you must be a jack of all trades."
"Oh jeez" your brain drawled, "That sounds exhausting."
"And it is, but you get great bonuses and even a chance to attend the parties if he finds you favorable" she replied with a gentle smile, "No Omega worker has of course, it seemed that each Omega young master Kyouya picked failed at assisting with his tasks."
"Is that why his mother went out and chose one for him?" you asked curiously.
"That's exactly why" she grabbed your hand lightly and guided you through the room, telling you exactly each item and when it was used, and what her young master was like before he had gone into university.
"So he had an actual club? A school club to 'entertain' young women?" you asked with a gaping mouth, "So he was basically selling himself for what, just entertainment?"
"Tsk. Of course not F/L" leading you out of the garage, she showed your room which was on the second floor, keeping you at arms length when needed. The older woman changed the subject.
"Whatever you do, don't act like something your not."
"What do you mean? If I act myself, he will not find a obedient, charming Omega. More of one that is much less well behaved."
"It's not that..." the other woman seemed to try and get across what she really meant, "I think he just doesn't like people who are two faced, and he finds that he has more fun with people who are fully honest with him. Though, try not to be to bitter, because chances are the tasks he sets you too you might not like."
You took the older woman's words to heart, making sure to keep them at the fore front of your mind whenever you are to be amongst him.
Once your items were unpacked, you fell upon the full bed that was stationed at the side of the room you were to stay in while working there. The sheets were soft and white, the lights were--
A deep voice could be heard throughout your room.
"I need tea" a monotone voice droned through the speaker next to your door.
Getting up you followed the steps that you knew would take you to the kitchen. You were going to over impress him, and show Kyouya-sama who you really were, someone who wouldn't be chased away at the thought of a menial task.
That's what you thought anyway.
Two months. Two months of mundane tasks from him. Tea, sorting paperwork, bringing dinner... Nothing that dared for more, nothing that asked for less. You served Kyouya as much as you would anyone else, making sure though that he knew your competence was much more than the first day you met.
Fast forward to today. He stood five feet away from you, white button up worn loosely with black trousers that hung loose on pale hips. Kyouya had just returned from a trip with Tamaki, which was miscalculated and bad for his inner Alpha which cried whenever he thought of you.
Tamaki convinced him that it wouldn't be bad to breach the contract...
'God what was I thinking..'
He was beyond inebriated, though none could tell by his constant poker face. His blonde friend talked him into buying you an outfit of black lace and satin buttons, something that one would wear to a party that involved money, drinks... someone that would be arm candy. The thoughts wouldn't quit assaulting his Alpha brain that kept screaming at him to take you in his lap and treat you as his.
He watched you lift the skimpy, satin dress before him, shock written all over your face. This was the first time he had approached you in any other way than his usual cold and demanding self.
"No" you stated,"I will not wear that, I refuse too."
There was dark chuckle that emanated from him, 'No' was unacceptable. And it was time for you to know that. With a fearsome grin Kyouya walked towards you.
"As per contract you are to accept any task I give you without complaint, remember?" Grabbing the clothing from your gentle hands he brought it closer to your face, "I never asked you to wear it for me, I just gave it to you as a gift. Though, now that you mention it, you wearing it doesn't sound like such a bad idea."
Fumbling with your fingers you mumbled, "Does this not count as crossing-"
Nimble and pale hands gripped you and pushed your frame against the wall, "Nothing breaches the contract unless you want it too", or that's what he wanted to say, instead he let you go and turned swiftly away, letting his back turn to you. His nose burned with lust, it seemed that even with the pheromone covering perfume, your cloying scent permeated his very being.
He had no idea what to do, he had let his cool demeanor slip. "Out" he demanded in a cold voice, the same voice he had always used before this moment. "And do not speak of this to anybody, or it will be your job on the line."
Kyouya heard you gulp and scitter away as fast as possible in the black heels were part of your uniform.
"I'll think of something to fix this hunger" he thought to himself as the door closed.
His face brought shivers to your spine, the legs that were supposed to hold you up in any situation turned to jello, for some reason you were ready to do any bidding he gave you. For some reason you wanted to please him, please Alpha, with all that you could. But why was he so cold to you?
When he told you to go out, your sweet little Omega cried, she wanted everything this strong Alpha had to give. But you, as a person, wanted to bow to no one unless you really did feel compelled too.
In this instance you did not want too, not just because you didn't want to, but because it seemed almost like a test. I mean, from all of what you knew of him, he was more likely to pull this as a sick joke than to actually have his inner Alpha crave you underneath him. I mean, why would he?
Kyouya was tall, lithe, and appealed to all eyes that landed on him. His Alpha scent, when not covered in expensive parfume, was as enticing as a pie on a window sil. It called to you, told you inner Omega to come closer. It took all your might as a young woman to prevent from breaking the contract.
Even if he had said to not tell anyone, you needed to confide in someone, even if just for advice.
With that thought settled, you pulled up your skirts and headed towards the kitchen. The head maid was looking into a boiling pot, her eyes looked blank, the wrinkles on her cheeks seemed lame, as if she was thinking intently about something. Your footsteps interrupted the maids sollem expression, looking up she gave you a small smile, "How how you doing dearie? You look a bit sweaty, and *sniffs* smell a little distressed" she padded over to you, "what's the matter?"
Shuffling your feet you walked towards the garage, beckoning her to follow. "What I'm about to tell you... Firstly, please don't tell anyone. I just needed someone to confide in, and someone who can explain to me..."
She stopped your walking, "What is it? The rooms are all cleared. I promise not to say a word."
"Okay.. So this is what happened"
After explaining the most recent happenings you waited with baited breath. Several seconds after your older friend grinned like you have never seen, with a bark of laughter the old maid pulled you into a strong hug.
"Hey-" pulling yourself away from her warm arms, "What's so funny? This is serious!"
"Sweet f/l, it's not so terribly serious as it seems. Our darling young Alpha seems to have taken to you quite well, that's all."
"What do you mean, 'taken with me'?"
She guided you to the library, pushing the glass doors open, "Truthfully the whole reason we have been trying to find Omega hands maids so frequently is to try and find one that enticed the young master enough to... Settle if you would, one that would take the internal anxieties and what not."
Normally the scent of old pages and musty leather brought you to another world, something that would, 'take the internal anxieties away'.
"Well, what if I don't want it? What if I don't find him pleasing?" the blush on your cheeks betrayed the words you spoke, obviously he was attractive, but was he worth the effort of living with.
"Again dear, he is just a little stubborn, I'm sure you just like him a little" she clapped her hands softly, "Browse to your content, I am not saying that I'm going to stir the pot, but-"
A ringing sound signaled in the kitchen.
"Oops! Looks like it's tea time."
"Wait!" you tried to tug the older woman's sleeve, to not avail. She left you to browse? To browse for what?
While you were left to browse, and Kouske left to steam mind and body. The head maid and lady of the house schemed on the best way to meddle, it seemed, that a little party might just do the trick.
Browsing the immense collection was overwhelming, the many shelves were filled with a variety of literature. From business, marketing, to child's tales about poffins. The most interesting section you found was about the housing family itself. For some reason they kept scrapbooks, pictures, yearbooks...etc on the farthest wall from the door. Grabbing one of the five books, you went to sit on the narrow sofa linked to a large window.
In seconds rain started to patter.
How ironic.
The pages of the bound book were of the young man you were to serve, before you continued you looked up to make sure you still had enough time before you were to stand by Kouskes door once more.
Five minutes.
With a sigh you snuck the memorial of his youngest years underneath your arm and skittered to the kitchen, hiding the book beside the breadbox. Reaching the pocket beneath your skirts, you tried to find the pheromone spray that you kept at all times.
Where was it?!
In a frantic you looked all over your skirts and along the kitchen counter, praying that you could find it. If what happened earlier again.. *Badum* your heart skipped a beat. Beads of sweat locked upon the curls of your hair.
You had to find it.
3 minutes had passed. Distress had found you, but the spray had not. Steps could be heard coming towards you, not a second later the friendly smile of your older maid popped up.
"Whey hello again f/l how're-"
"Auntie! Please. Help me." you were at her skirts, "Can I borrow your pheromone spray? I can't find mine."
The shape of an "O" appeared on her face, "Dearie I'm sorry but, I'm a beta the only spray I have is-"
"I'll take it!"
"Are you sure it's-"
"Yes,please!"
Grabbing the bottle from behind her skirts you assaulted your whole body with the stuff, a little more floral than usual, but it should work.
"Thanks! I'm off, see you at dinner!" With that you ran, setting the black bottle onto the kitchen counter.
You had never heard of Beta spray, but you hoped that it worked just as well.
Bottle Instructions:
Canned Omega
caution: ***For Betas Only!***
-Will increase the scent of pheromones to please the Alpha you want.
-Use two sprays lightly on your wrist and neck.
-Lasts up to 12 hours of fun!
-Watch your Alpha slobber all over the room in delight!
The older maid snickered in disbelief, she didn't think it would work.
But as much of a silver tongue you had, your wit did not help you in this 'smart' decision.
'Now to usher the rest of whoever is home out of the house" she thought with light humor, she didn't want to be in the area when a Alpha was going into rut. Especially one as strong as the young master