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Another boring soirée, Verso thought with disdain. The alpha loosened the suffocating knot of his cravate, wishing for all the world that he had taken more champagne. It was not particularly good, but any bad alcohol would taste better than being sober could feel. Especially here and now. He could even have gone for a cigarette just to distract his mind.
He was standing on a secluded balcony of some great estate, overlooking the gardens and into the pitch darkness of the night. He could hear the grating laughter of the high society behind him, the music that was not to his taste, the sound and steps of people dancing without a care in the world, the quiet shouts of alliances forming. The compliments would cut like shattered glasses, the pairs of dancers would twirl like deadly blades; and at the middle of it all laid the centerpiece of this grand masquerade, the political game they had all been roped in.
The lies. The pretenses. The fakeness of their world. They would spend the entire year pretending to hate each other yet the moment they were all gathered together in one building, for one evening, they were back to being the wealthy and rich power-hungry leeches they all truly were.
He scoffed even harder, brows furrowing. Pitiful fools. Swaying like marionnettes to the hand of treachery they were all guilty of.
One would have to be mad to believe that a truce between Writers and Painters could work, much less an alliance as he had heard some suggest. One evening of false pleasantries and painted smiles would not change it. Painters and Writers were natural enemies, always had been, and would always remain. That was the most evident axiom of their world, and one would have to be stupid to reject it.
Verso despised Writers. Despised their art, their pretentiousness, their ability to warp the sacred fundamental state of the real world. Where Painters would only manipulate worlds of their own design, and not infringe on the creations of others, the same could not be said of these vile beasts with their lethal plumes. Security was how these Writers would refer to their tasks of shaping Reality; “the sword of justice healing this uncaring world.” And yet their powers could be even more dangerous than that of the Painters they tried to pretend to protect the world from, and countless had seen their lives ruined by a mere feeble hand and a pathetic plume.
Yes, Verso truly despised Writers, their hypocrisy and their art. He could think of few things worse than having to spend an evening being amiable in their presence. He hated them all so much, in fact, he could hardly even think of one Writer he despised above all others.
He heard the balcony door open, for but a moment the mindless sounds of the crowd echoing into the night, before it was closed down as quickly with a soft click. And carrying along in the new change of atmosphere was the sweet scent of jasmine and roses, something foreign and alluring, spreading like deadly spores into the fresh air of the gardens, like this new presence was welcomed by its blooming kin.
Verso closed his eyes as soon as he smelled it and had to refrain from hissing.
"Oh," said the newcomer in a soft voice, despite not feeling very sorry at all. "I didn't know this was the waiters' break room. I'll take my leave and leave the staff in peace." And yet he made no move to leave and remained standing by the door.
Verso turned his eyes on the newcomer, resisting the urge to strangle him.
He had lied. There was, in fact, one Writer he despised more than all of the others combined.
An annoying, egocentric, prideful and unfairly smart omega, who knew fully well the importance of his station and birth, the terrible things his mind could conceive, the way his words could bend and turn and twist all minds. Dressed in the latest fashion and as elegant as the situation demanded, in a soft cream tailored waistcoat with embroidered golden lilies and flowering white sleeves that fell gracefully over his wrists. His soft brown chestnut curls were masterfully arranged and his beard trimmed closely and neatly; his brown eyes were shining with that ever present defiance and wit, and a hint of rouge kissed his full lips and cheeks.
Intelligence and beauty all in one. The most dangerous weapon of all.
He was the son of the Head of the Council of Writers himself, the prized jewel of their delegations. The biggest thorn in Verso's sides since their first meeting, too many years ago.
"Monsieur Gustave," Verso said as a greeting, and that was the only politeness he would allow himself for the evening. He made no move to salute or bow, perfectly content to feign ignorance at the codes of their society that he had long since memorised by heart.
Gustave, that unbearable imp, smirked when he saw the way Verso acted, and simply raised his left hand slightly towards Verso. It was ungloved, devoid of its usual silken and lacey gloves that were all the fashion of modern omegas, and Verso could see plainly the golden engagement ring on his ring finger. A simple yet delicate band of white gold studded with a few diamonds, so at odds with the intricate machinery of the omega's left forearm.
"Monsieur Dessendre," the omega said with a smile. "What a pleasure to see you here. You'll have to excuse me, I did not recognise you in your normal black and unembellished suit. Why, I did not know that all waiters this side or Paris took advice from your high society of Painters. Or perhaps was it the opposite, and you fancied yourself a more, let us say, humble career?"
Verso's vision was filled with red and he felt his nape grow hot with embarrassment and anger alike, his alpha pride direly wounded.
What a fucking minx.
And as the rules of their polite society demanded, Verso grasped his offered hand obligingly, though not too gently, and had to resist the urge to press that smaller hand in between his own. He pressed a kiss to the artificial skin and the metal was cold to his lips. The engagement ring even more so.
Gustave had a triumphant look in his dark scheming eyes, a mocking curl to his red lips.
Verso sneered, as he looked up at Gustave from where he was bent down over his hand, "oh, believe me; the pleasure's all mine.” And promptly dropped the hand like it had burnt and scarred him terribly.
He had foolishly thought that it would be the last of this, that the omega had only bothered to come to pester him and force him into playing nice, then leave satisfied by that encounter immediately afterwards.
But because Gustave, that impossible creature, knew how to hit all of his nerves and push all his buttons, and had known ever since they were both children, the omega surprised him – not in a good way– and forced them into a conversation.
"How has your family been faring, M. Dessendre?" Gustave asked fleetingly with his wide, curious eyes.
A perfectly innocent question. Small talk was what it could have been called. But Verso would not have been Verso if he could not read the intent lying beneath the words, the deceit on that silver tongue.
"As well as one could be." Was all that he replied.
"Oh?" Gustave continued and his brown eyes looked enticing, his mouth a perfect o shape. "But I have heard rumours about your broken engagement!" And then he gasped in the manner of young omegas, like it was truly an involuntary slip, and he covered his mouth with his left hand. "Oh, I am so sorry! Is that a bad topic?"
Verso had never hated anyone more in his entire life. Backed into a metaphorical corner he knew that the only way to get himself out of this would be to lie. Again.
"Not at all," he said calmly, like they were both unaware of Gustave's true intents, like the mere thought of her was not ripping his heart apart. "She simply was a bad pick for the heir of the Dessendres."
And was this not an utter understatement?
Gustave nodded sagely, like he did not already know the whole story. But the alpha was no fool and had no doubt that the Writers had all relished in the Dessendres' misery, the stories spreading far and wide along with all of the stolen information she had garnered.
"Such a pity,” Gustave sighed wistfully, twirling the engagement ring around his fingers, “that a formidable alpha like Aline Dessendre has only had one heir. A singular alpha raises too much stress on finding a good match. An omega, after all, ought to be a worthwhile addition to any family, especially one as old and opulent as yours, and even more so if they are expected to be a respectable matriarch.” His eyes were black, “but, of course, all good alphas know that, and wouldn't make a callous mistake in the first place.”
Verso gritted his teeth. "Yes. And of course, my mother, the Head of the Painters Council, can not find it in herself to let her only son be at the whim of an omega writer, as all good painter alphas know the true natures of their hearts."
Gustave's eyes darkened further, and Verso smirked.
It was then that the omega dropped all pretenses, his smile gone. He said matter-of-factly with a somber undertone to his voice,
"You don't believe in the Alliance your own sisters are sponsoring?"
Gustave did not sound surprised as he said it, but resigned.
Verso himself had been expecting Gustave to figure it out much quicker than later. The omega had always been unnervingly good at reading him.
Verso looked to the garden to escape those eyes. "After what happened with Mademoiselle Julie, pardon my frankness, yes." His eyes narrowed in disdain. "Your kind has proven itself deceitful and unworthy of the barest amount of trust.”
Gustave scoffed, his jasmine scent souring like bitter wine. His voice was laced with hurt.
"The same could be said of your kind, Dessendre."
The blow struck deeper than Verso would like to admit. It was another confirmation of how he was currently rather undesirable, while waiting for the scandal to die down and for his mother to find him a good match.
Wanting to hurt him just as much, if not hopefully more, he retaliated in the only way he knew how.
"I'm still surprised that you found someone willing to marry you, Monsieur Gustave. What with your... charming personality and lack of omegan traits." He gestured at the omega's cream trousers, glancing down, finding his gaze straying along the curves. “You have nice assets, yes,” the alpha commented distractedly, “but you barely have any breasts to speak off and many consider you far from the usual litheness of other omegas, much more suited and respectable.”
Gustave bared his teeth. "Physical attraction isn't everything in a good match. What's more, it certainly hasn't deterred a lot of alphas, unlike what you believe. Many have asked for my hand in the past."
"But was it for you, or for your name?"
Gustave laughed without any humour. "Look who is saying that. Your parents have not even found a good replacement for you. Are you this undesirable?"
Verso got closer, voice dropping lower, making himself appear bigger. More imposing. He shook his head in disbelief slowly, laughing with all teeth showing. "How could anyone want to marry you."
Where any other omegas would have backed down and shown their necks in deference, Gustave raised his chin high, looking up at him without any fear. "Any alpha who knows their worth. And mine."
"I would rather die than marry you."
"Good, then," Gustave grinned, fangs showing. His brown eyes shown with defiance, his scent spreading confidence. "For you are the last alpha in the world whom I could ever be prevailed upon to marry."
Verso clenched his hand, eyes shaking as he looked across Gustave's face, searching for the lie in that cruel declaration.
When he found none, he spat out, "I pity your poor fiancée."
"And I pity yours, if you ever do manage to marry. But with your luck, they might just dump you after stealing your secrets again."
"I should send your poor fiancée liquor. She would need it if she had to see your face every morning."
Gustave leaned further, his face getting closer to his own. "And I might have to send flowers to your mother, for finding me despicable enough that we never found ourselves engaged.”
God, that would have been a nightmare.
From this close, Gustave's scent was even stronger. Intoxicating.
Poisonous.
He took a deep breath to calm himself down, but it only fueled his ire.
"If you were my wife, I'd kill myself."
Gustave's grin grew wider. "Yeah?" He whispered. "If you were my husband," and to add to his act he raised his hands to adjust the lapels of Verso's coat, like they truly were husband and wife, and he was lovingly seeing him off for the night, "I would take good care of you. I would make sure your clothes were always ready, food always on the table, and our marriage bed always warm. And I'd make you tea in the afternoon."
Gustave got on his tiptoes so they could be even, impossibly, closer. Verso could feel his breath on his lips. The omega's eyes were electric. "And once you were lulled into domesticity,” he sighed out almost lovingly, before a wicked curl adorned his lips, “I'd poison it, and rejoice in watching you suffocate and die in front of me, powerless as you see me laughing at the joy your death would bring me."
Verso grabbed Gustave's neck starkly in an iron grip, the omega not having time to react, and forced his head up so that they could look each other in the eye. His heart was beating fast from the red hot anger.
"If you were my wife," he said slowly, making sure that Gustave heard every word, their faces close to each other in a parody of a lovers' embrace, lethal sharp in its intensity. He tried to swallow down his anger and bitterness to no avail. "If you were my wife, I would drink it.”
Gustave's scent intensified, the omega's eyes widening. He was flushed, his cheeks painted a gorgeous red. Verso could feel how hot he was getting from where his hand laid on his nape. If he wanted to, he could encircle it.
"Monsieur Dessendre," Gustave whispered. The omega licked his lips and his eyes dropped down to Verso’s own mouth.
It suddenly clicked to Verso. The omega's scent, his physical closeness.
His warmth.
He jolted away, trying to put as much space between them on the small balcony but it was to no avail. He knew that they were still much too close.
"Fuck," he mumbled, coursing his hands through his hair. He took a deep breath but that only fueled his senses with more of the maddening scent. He cursed again, almost wanting to cover his nose with his hands, with a cloth drenched in wine, so that jasmine fragrance would stop cloying his mind.
"Gustave." Verso swallowed, before continuing, "you absolute fucking moron, you shouldn't have come here. You're going into heat.”
Gustave took offense to the insult and broke out slightly from his trance, his warm brown eyes going back to their usual annoyance whenever he and Verso crossed gazes.
"Are you calling me a moron? You the failed pianist, and the even worse-"
Verso was never more relieved at being insulted in his entire life, at this proof that perhaps the omega was not completely gone and he could have a chance at fixing this whole incoming mess.
He was starting to feel hot himself, the blood pumping through his veins in a steady, intense stream. His senses being muddled.
Was Gustave's heat already affecting this much?
"Yeah, yeah," Verso said as he grabbed the back of Gustave's collar. He started to physically drag the omega though the door and away from the fresh evening air, back into the estate and hopefully a secluded room where he could wait for his guardian, or ride it out. Alone. "I'm the worst, I know, I know. Now let's get you out of here, princess.”
Gustave was startled enough at the petname that it silenced him, but he recovered sadly too quickly.
"What the fuck are you doing," Gustave bit out, eyes darting across the other guests and the assembled crowd, hoping none would see them. Luckily for them both, no one saw the pair as they trekked across the ballroom, everyone else too absorded in their insipid and pointless conversations.
Verso's other arm had since been wrapped around Gustave's chest, holding him securely against his own body, and the omega was holding onto it with both of his hands, the cold metal of his ring and his arm biting across the fabric into Verso's skin. He had given up fighting when he noticed Verso's physical strength and let himself be carried out. But Verso could feel the way the omega's hand was moist with the heat building up within.
Verso himself was starting to sweat as he became affected by these sweet-smelling pheromones coming into contact with his skin. He tried to physically remove Gustave from the vicinity of the other guests as fast as he could.
There were so many alpha guests in attendance. It was best to keep Gustave safe from their view, safe and secluded.
"Are you daft?" Verso asked back disbelievingly. "You're going into heat. For an omega who loves boasting about your virtue and disgustingly saccharine engagement and upcoming asinine marriage, you sure aren't careful with these matters. Some would say you're also not… careful with something else."
"Excuse you!" Gustave exploded as Verso quickly took them around a corner into a more secluded part of the estate, happy to get the omega distracted so that he would forget about the crowd and about all these potential other alphas. "I am always careful about my heat! And polite alphas don't ask omegas such things, much less omegas who are engaged-"
Verso opened the door to the first room that had an opened lock and all but threw Gustave into the room which effectively quieted him.
"Shut up," Verso snarled, hands clenching uselessly at his side. "My God, shut up. Can't you see I'm helping you?"
The door snapped shut behind them, and he moved absentmindedly to lock it.
Gustave crossed his arms, staring into the alpha's eyes. "I don't need your help. And even if I did, I would rather ask anyone else in the entire world."
"Trust me, Monsieur Gustave, the feeling is perfectly mutual.”
But even as he said this, Verso unconsciously stalked closer, removing his cravate entirely and throwing it to a corner of the room.
God, why was it so hot in here?
Verso advanced farther into the room, Gustave stepping away from him in sync.
"I would rather be anywhere in the world but with you. We all know how Writers are. You can't trust them with your mind," Verso nodded towards Gustave's left hand, "...nor with your heart."
Gustave's face was cold, his scent heavy with anger. "I love my fiancée," he said flippantly, hiding his left hand from view.
"Yeah?" Verso taunted, steadily getting closer and closer. The omega was backed away into the sofa; any further move and he would be forced to lay down. "Don't you know what they all whisper about the omega writers?"
Gustave's eyes narrowed, "the same thing they whisper about alpha painters?"
Verso bent his head, getting a better glimpse into this angry hazel. "That you can manipulate even the purest of hearts. Write it to your whim, and corrupt it."
"Luckily for you, then, that there is nothing left to corrupt.”
"What would you even know of the matter of the flesh?" Verso mocked. "You're engaged to a beta, kept as pure as a flower by vanity. You don't know what alphas are. But I, I know omegas." He thought of her for a passing moment, her face blurred in his memories.
And though the scent of his heat was growing more pungent around them, Gustave still maintained coherency.
"You claim that omega writers are vile seductresses, and yet you mock my innocence." He jabbed a finger into Verso's chest. "What is it to you then, Monsieur Dessendre?"
The omega's voice was filled with anger, and yet as sweet as honey when he murmured in rage, "am I a virgin or a whore to you, Monsieur Dessendre?"
Verso grabbed the omega's delicate wrist in his hands, with enough force that the omega almost winced.
The alpha bent down further, until the omega had no choice but to sit down to maintain space between them.
"I think," the alpha said with great difficulty, his heartbeat drumming in his ears and his clothes too hot for him, "that you are the sweetest of all temptations.”
Gustave's lips were so pink as he licked them, his eyes glazed over. "Am I really?" He repeated. His elbow faltered and he fell down, until he was laying completely on the sofa.
Verso quickly followed.
With the grip he still had on the omega's wrist, he used it to hold his ring finger, the golden band glinting in the faint light.
"I think," Verso whispered, "that you know exactly what you do to me."
"And what do I do to you, Monsieur Dessendre?"
Verso took hold of the thin golden ring. Gustave let him.
He removed it off his finger and set it on the table beside them, before bending down so he could press his face into Gustave's neck, his hand cinching around Gustave's waist.
Verso inhaled deeply that delicious, intoxicating scent.
"Things that I am only supposed to feel with the future Madame Dessendre."
Verso felt hands cradle his cheeks, one newly bare, before he was pulled down into a kiss.
Their first kiss was like a thunderstorm, the feeling electric. It was like nothing Verso had ever experienced before. In that strange moment, the hatred almost felt like a passionate romance, and each knew best what the other wanted.
Gustave broke their kiss first, panting softly as he removed his vest and shirt.
"I hate you," he moaned. "I despise you."
Verso helped him by throwing his waistcoat to the floor, licking along Gustave's neck, where the scent was stronger and that beta woman would soon bite him.
"I hate you too," Verso said as he laid kisses on his neck. "I cannot stand your presence."
Gustave shifted on the sofa, the naked skin of his back sensitive to the silky fabric.
Verso roamed his hands all over that soft skin, marvelling in the feeling of the omega between his hands. Beneath him.
All for him.
Gustave whined and Verso knew, without truly knowing why, that he wanted to be kissed, and raised his head to pepper kisses all over his face, while Gustave started to tug at his own trousers.
"I'm so hot," Gustave complained, beads of sweat rolling down his face. "Why do I- ah- feel so hot?"
Verso quieted him down with a kiss, hushing gently.
"Have you ever had a heat with someone else before?"
Gustave shook his head, trying and failing to remove his pants once more. Verso took pity and helped while pressing more kisses to the soft, salty skin.
"No..." Gustave panted. "I... I haven't."
"Pity for you, then," Verso commented, feeling his fangs tug at his lips with every kiss, the way he was feeling progressively more lightheaded the more was revealed of the omega's skin. "Because I won't be nice.”
"You can't," Gustave complained, even as he latched his naked legs around Verso's hips, even as his hands grabbed onto the alpha's broad back. "You can't- ah- you can't fuck me."
Verso nipped at the corner of his jaw, a hickey that would be surely hard to hide. "And why not?"
"I... I have... a fiancée..."
The omega pressed them closer, rutting into the alpha's warmth that was blanketing him on all sides. "Surely... Monsieur Dessendre… You wouldn't be such a terribly mean alpha as to steal my virtue from her… right?"
Verso detached himself from that lovely neck and bent down, until his face was pressed to the junction of Gustave's thigh, his breath hovering over the skin and making the omega shiver in his grasp.
"How fortunate for me, then, that you don't have an engagement ring.”
Gustave gasped, hands grasping onto the sofa, his legs wrapping around Verso's shoulders.
"What- What… are you doing?"
Verso's gaze was dark, the alpha in his blood singing. He lowered his head even more, until his lips were brushing the sensitive skin between Gustave's legs, almost kissing but never truly touching.
"You really are too innocent," Verso tried to joke, but he came out awed.
His hands were digging into the pleasant flesh of the omega's thighs. Verso nuzzled his face closer, enjoying the way the omega felt on his skin, how soft he was everywhere, how good he smelled.
His alpha was purring at the sight. A beautiful fertile omega in his grasp, only his to enjoy, without any way out. His to taste and devour, to claim and to breed.
Suddenly, Gustave being insufferable and a Writer did not matter, their past grievances and their relationship forgotten entirely.
All that mattered was the soft and pure creature in his arms, the innocent moans of pleasure he would cry, and the warm and tight cunt that Verso could not wait to breed.
Gustave was looking down at him with wide eyes and rosy cheeks, trembling like an ingenue in his grasp, irises nearly black with the heat.
Verso smirked at the sight, his elongated fangs showing, before bringing Gustave's thigh over his shoulder, which made the omega gasp.
And now, with his true treasure in front of him, and what almost felt like a rut in full-bloom…
There truly was nothing to prevent Verso from making an irreparable mistake.
The first taste of Gustave's slick on his tongue was more potent and maddening than any alcohol he had ever tasted in his life.
“Don't…” Gustave whispered, out of breath. “Don't…”
His legs tightened themselves more around Verso's back, his hands coming to nestle in the alpha's now messy hair.
But Verso paid him no mind, revelling in that sweet nectar, in torturing this beautiful omega like he should have done years ago, like he wished to do endlessly.
It appeared that Gustave had truly not lied about his virtue, unlike many omegas of good families that Verso personally (and, perhaps… intimately) knew. His thighs were quivering from around Verso's head, his heartbeat erratic and his entire body flushed.
Verso could not help but preen.
He was but a simple, feral and animalistic alpha at heart: and getting an omega – especially one as beautiful and unattainable as Gustave – completely undone with just his mouth would do wonders for his libido. He could feel himself growing hard just thinking about fucking into this tight, warm and wonderful heat.
And Gustave was making the most amazing sounds. Little whines and moans of both pain and pleasure, all high-pitched and breathless.
“Ah… ah…” He pulled Verso's hair tighter, futilely trying to get a grip, to get him to continue, to stop. Like his body and his mind were telling him two very different things.
Verso paused, and raised his head just enough so that he could see Gustave's beautiful flushed face, his mouth open and his head lolled to the side, curls damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
The alpha could not wait to see what he would look like when fucked.
Gustave hitched one of his thigh higher around Verso's head and pushed his face back towards him, whining like a spoiled child, “fuck, why'd you stop…”
“Oh?” Verso whispered hoarsely. “You don't want me to stop?” He rubbed his beard against the sensitive skin of the omega's upper thigh, watching with delight as it shook and reddened. “But I thought that you were a prim and proper, good omega.”
“I… am…”
Verso chuckled, nipping meanly at the skin, “Not with the way you're begging me to eat your pussy, princess. Don't you want to be a good omega, and have me stop?”
Gustave moaned and his brows furrowed in complaint.
“I don't… care… feels… too good…”
“Yeah?”
Gustave nodded, pulling on Verso's hair with enough strength to hurt.
“Don't stop… Don't stop, just… Do it again…” He pleaded with a soft, whiny voice.
Verso hummed pleasantly, running his hands over Gustave's hips and waist, resting his head on the omega's thigh.
“I thought you despised my presence, sweet thing.”
This time, the sharp tug in his hair made him whine.
“Alpha,” Gustave angrily groaned, eyes dazed with his heat. “Don't leave your omega hanging, you bastard.”
“And,” Gustave continued, smirking, “if you don't, then I'll find someone else.”
Verso's hands dug into his thighs, strong enough that the omega hissed with pain even as a smile spread out on his face.
“You wouldn't,” Verso growled darkly.
Gustave laughed breathlessly. “Ah, but didn't you say… yourself that… all omega writers are… seductresses-” his eyes widened, “ah- fuck-”
Verso smirked as he licked him again.
“You're too easy to shut up, princess.”
Gustave's eyes closed at the feeling, his hands dropping from Verso's hair. “Ah- please-”
And he said it in such a sweet voice that really, all Verso could do was give this soft creature some more pleasure.
“Do you think you can come from just my tongue?” Verso wondered, trailing his hands all over his skin, watching the goosebumps raise in his wake, that oversensitive and heated body shivering at the sensation.
“I don't… know…”
“Shhh, shhh, keep your strength. The night's not done.” He pressed a quick, almost innocent kiss to that hot flesh, before tasting it once more.
He was quickly growing addicted to Gustave's slick, his inner alpha rejoicing in the strong, fertile scent.
He could feel Gustave growing close when his thighs tightened enough to almost render Verso breathless, and the alpha retaliated by defiantly holding onto them with a stronger grip.
The omega could not speak anymore, could only whine, sweet sounds that were music to his ears.
Gustave’s thighs shook and he moaned sharply before an even greater flavour hit Verso's tongue, and the alpha growled with pleasure.
He pressed one last kiss to the warm pussy, enjoying the way Gustave trembled from the overstimulation, before resting his head on the omega's lower belly, moving his hands soothingly up and down his thighs.
Gustave was heaving, trying to regain his breath. Verso could hear the way his heart beat fast.
“Fuck…” The omega whispered after long seconds. “That was… that was…”
Verso smirked, his alpha rendered dumb and brainless at having pleased his omega.
“Good?”
Gustave raised one hand and slapped his head weakly.
“You know what you did to me, you stupid alpha.”
Verso hummed, nuzzling his belly. “Yeah, I know, and you found it good.”
The second hit only made him smirk harder.
“I hate you,” the omega mumbled.
“I hate you too.”
“You know I'm a virgin, you bastard. You and your… bastard mouth.”
“Not a virgin,” Verso sing-sang.
Gustave's eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
“I said,” Verso replied in a low voice, “that with the way your love is still on my tongue and on my beard, you're not a virgin anymore, princess.”
Gustave paled. “Oh God.”
“I usually answer to Verso, but-”
“Shut up!” The omega cried. “Urgh. This is the worst.”
Verso dropped Gustave's thighs and lifted himself on his elbows, adjusting himself so that he was hovering over the omega's chest, looking down at Gustave.
“Well, now you know what to expect on your wedding night. I hope your fiancée isn’t too boring.”
Gustave glared at him. “I changed my mind. You are the worst.”
And Verso knew that he should have said something else, even left the room, but something deep in him compelled him to stay. To get more. To ruin this beautiful creature even further.
Verso cupped the omega's pussy with his hand, grinding into it with the heel of his palm. He lowered his head until his lips was brushing the omega's.
“Am I?” Verso taunted in a low voice. He cocked his head to the side, eyes darkening. “But I could make you feel so good.”
Gustave struggled to breathe, much less to talk, clearly affected by Verso's presence. Verso could feel him grinding back against him.
“Yeah?” The omega asked. He tried to sound as confident as usual, but the effect was lessened by his whiny breaths.
“Yeah,” Verso confirmed simply, and instead of giving in to the omega and kissing him, he bent his head towards the supple, offered neck.
It was still bare and unmarked. A true pity. Any alpha could just storm it and claim it as their own.
Verso breathed in the deep flowery scent, the jasmine overwhelming all of his senses. His fangs nipped lightly at the barren scent gland.
“I could fuck you,” the alpha offered, one hand possessively grasping the omega's thin waist, the other continuing its languid torture. “You look like you would love to be fucked.”
“I think,” Gustave said, out of breath, “that you're just saying- that- because you want to fuck me.”
Verso bit, not too strongly, on his neck and savoured Gustave's small sound of pain.
“But don't I deserve a reward for being so good to you? Don't be such a selfish lover, Gustave.”
“I'm not selfish- mmm, please continue doing that- if anything, painters like you are selfish. Hoarding your canvases to yourselves- ah!”
Verso had left a hickey on his nape, quieting him down. “How can you still talk?”
Gustave grinned like the little brat that he was, his cheeks as rosy as his lips. “Dont underestimate how much I love arguing with you and bringing you down.”
“Oh, but I don't think you'll win this time.”
“Really? And might I know why? You don't bring a lot of arguments to the table.”
“Well, you are right that I do want to fuck you, but I also believe that you would love it.”
And to prove his point he inserted a finger into the omega's pussy, who immediately stilled, eyes glazing over. Gustave's hands latched onto his back, nails digging in.
Verso chuckled, “see?”
“That… feels… even better…”
It was no hardship to stretch the tight cunt, with how wet it was from slick and spit, loosened up by the omega's orgasm.
Verso pressed a kiss to the skin beneath his ear. “I know, right? All omegas love to get fucked. It's in your nature, after all.”
The alpha winced as he felt nails digging into his back, sharp enough to draw blood.
“I'm not… like… all the other… omegas…” Gustave struggled to say, voice filled with hatred.
Verso smiled to hide his pain. “But are you not, right now? If I do this-”
And the alpha added another finger to better scissor him and there was nothing the poor omega could do but moan and draw more angry red lines on his back.
“Yeah?” Verso cooed mockingly, pressing another kiss to the warm skin, “You love it. You're so tight and strung up, you need to loosen up. You would be so much more agreeable if you were fucked more often.”
“And I- ah, fuck, how are you doing that!? suppose that you're… oh-so kindly volunteering?”
The alpha nuzzled into his scent gland, the afterglow of the omega's orgasm making the scent even more pungent and sweet. He teased his teeth over it, enjoying the way the flesh would give in.
“Given that some poor soul hasn't had the mispleasure of being your spouse yet, then yes, I guess I'll be the one to do it.”
“You just haven't found a warm hole to dump your cum into, you mean?”
Verso raised his head so that he could look at the omega's adorable frowning face.
He rubbed his fingers against the omega's sweet spot, enjoying the way his expression morphed into one of pure pleasure.
“And why would I look elsewhere, when I could kill two birds with one stone? Three, even, because I get to shut you up?”
He wanted to tease him more, but noticed the way Gustave's expression so suddenly closed off, the way he instantly seemed less reactive to his actions and more… passive. Even his scent was not as floral but tasted of rain.
Verso stopped his movements and removed his fingers and the omega whined lowly, a tiny crease in his brows.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Princess, there's something that you're clearly not enjoying, and that's not great for my ego. So please be honest with me.”
“Everything's fine.”
“You're a terrible liar as always.”
Guatave sighed, before looking to the side. His expression looked almost… bashful?
“Will it hurt?” He asked in a very small voice.
“Will what hurt?”
He appeared even more shy, unable to look Verso in the eye.
“Getting fucked, Monsieur Dessendre. Will It hurt?”
Verso would have been lying if he had said that his brain did not shortcircuit at the angelic view of Gustave and his seemingly innocent question, yet so vulgar and sensual.
“I, uh- No, no, it won't hurt. I think.” He pinched Gustave's hipbone gently.
“You ‘think'?”
“Well, none of my previous partners complained!”
“That's not what I've heard the married omegas say…” Gustave's hands latched onto the material of the sofa, kneading it anxiously. “I- It doesn't seem like sex is very pleasurable to omegas. That's all.”
Verso hushed comfortingly. “Shh, Princess, it'll feel good, trust me.”
“I- I think I would prefer not to-”
“How about I show you?”
“Show me-? Ah!”
“Shhhh,” Verso soothed as he began to insert two fingers in Gustave's pussy, right at the entrance, coating them in slick. “Just imagine that this is my cock, hm?”
“Ah- Monsieur-”
“Shhh Madame, let me handle things.”
Verso inserted them deeper, doing slow, languid and repetitive motions.
“See? Nothing to be scared of. It's just like that.”
The omega nodded with a whine.
“You're doing so good for me, my omega. Just back and forth, yeah? It’s just me fucking into you for a little bit. Just a little bit, not too long. You would like that, hm? I'll be so gentle with you.”
“It- It won't be too long?”
“No, of course not. Just until I get my fill, and then I'll pull out, yeah? Not so scary, hm?”
With his free hand, Verso started to unbutton his trousers.
“You'll do that for me, yeah? Like the good omega that you are?”
He whispered in a low voice, every word brushing over the sensitive skin of the omega's ear, Gustave shivering underneath him. “You'll let me fuck you, won't you?”
“You- you promise that you won't come in?”
Fuck, Gustave was a vision. Verso could not stop rubbing his neck all over that soft skin, wishing for his scent to spread, to embed itself in, to claim.
“Hm? No, no, of course I won't. I promise.”
Verso removed his fingers and used the cum to slick his already hard cock. He could feel Gustave's doubt whenever he glanced down at his cock.
“Remember, princess: just back and forth, yeah? You'll enjoy it.”
And the alpha leaned over the omega with his elbows and pressed the head of his cock into that tight heat, immediately moaning at the sensation, at how right it felt. It was even better than what he had dreamed.
“Fuck, Gustave, you feel so good.”
Gustave's eyes were hazy, hands grabbing onto Verso’s arms.
“You're… bigger than your fingers… you fucking b-”
“Hey now, shhh, you'll power through like the strong omega that you are.”
“Ah- fuck- can you… more…”
“You want to go deeper?”
Oh yes, he could definitely do that. The poor sweet thing was requesting it like it was a hardship and not the best sensation Verso had ever felt.
Every touch of that velvet smooth, warm flesh on his cock was like Heaven. Every inch into Gustave was like fire to his senses.
The omega moaned in pleasure after a particularly deep thrust. “Ah- so- deep-”
Verso could barely talk himself, his mind overcome by that sinful heat, by how good it felt to fuck and breed his omega.
He crashed his mouth into Gustave's, savouring the kiss as he fucked deeper and deeper, swallowing down any whines and moans.
He knew, then, as much as he knew now, that his life had been irremediably changed. That it was at this very second that something within him changed and all his inhibitions came loose, all of his instincts surfaced.
He was not just Verso Dessendre, then. He was also a man and an alpha, holding the most precious treasure of all in his arms. One that he would have to be a fool to let go of.
He deepened their kiss and felt the way Gustave relaxed and bloomed beneath it, his omega responding to his alpha.
Soon the only sound in the room was that of their love echoing in the quiet of the night.
Verso broke their kiss to regain his respiration, groaning as he thrust in.
“I hate you,” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to the corner of Gustave's mouth. “I loathe you.”
Gustave moaned. “I loathe you too,” he breathed out. His nails dug once more into Verso’s back, clenching upwards at his longer hair. “I despise you.”
The sofa was rocking softly along with Verso's thrusts.
The alpha peppered his face in kisses, drinking in the sweet sounds of pleasure of their lovemaking.
God, he had truly not lied: the omega was made to be fucked and did love to be fucked as well. He had hitched his legs so securely around Verso's waist and hips, like he truly did want the alpha to go, his fingernails leaving the most delightful of marks all along the alpha's body. His curly hair was damp with sweat and clung to his forehead in lovely strands. The omega's torso was heaving with every breath, every moan, his nipples rosy with arousal and his chest slightly larger with his heat. Jasmine spread all around in a cloud of happy and satisfied pheromones, and his tiny fangs would poke out from his kiss-bitten lips. He was the picture of temptation, one Verso would not partake with anytime soon, or anytime at all if his inner alpha was any indication.
It felt so good to fuck the sweet thing in his arms, like he would never be able to stop. The way the omega's womb was open and welcome to his cock made his inner alpha growl with satisfaction. Everything was as it should be; and the omega his to claim.
The omega’s scent gland felt so soft against his fangs. Like the slightest of pressure would puncture the delicate flesh. Like a tiny slip of his tongue could accidentally rip into it and claim, claim, claim.
Verso could feel himself already feeling agreeably close, what with their preliminaries having made it clear how fertile the omega was. He thought about coming into the omega's womb, his scent spreading deep inside, until there was no doubt as to who owned him.
He groaned happily.
Yes. That sounded so, so nice.
He picked up his speed, his arms coming to hitch Gustave's thighs higher, so impossibly closer. His hands were palming the omega's full ass and thighs. Gustave whined in a high voice, his little “ah”s as melodic as any birdsong.
“Omega,” Verso pleaded, his beard leaving red trails along the sensitive skin of his collarbone. “I want to cum in you.”
Gustave moaned before he attempted to say, “w-what?”
Verso paid it no mind.
“It'll feel so, so good. You'll love it, I can promise you.”
“But isn't that…” Gustave's brilliant mind was completely scrambled by the fucking, his eyes unfocused and his voice breaking in every word. “Isn't that… not… good…”
Verso hushed. “It is good, sweet thing. It's so good. It's what good omegas do for their alphas.”
“And… I'm-? I'm a good… omega?”
“The sweetest, the best, the most perfect omega. It'll feel so good, you'll see.”
The alpha pressed one hand on the skin of the omega's belly, over his womb. He pressed slightly where they were connected, and they both moaned.
“It'll feel so warm. You'll feel so full, like you'll want.” He caressed the skin gently, rubbing and massaging. “And the warmth will spread so, so far. All over your chest, your thighs, down to your toes and your fingertips. You'll feel so warm, sweet thing. So full.”
Verso licked his lips, not paying mind to his fangs.
“I… will?”
The alpha nodded, rubbing his face all over the omega's upper body. “You'll love it. That's what all omegas in heat want. To feel full. To feel claimed. To feel owned.”
Verso began to thrust faster, deeper. His hands were resting over the omega's belly, whose thighs encasing Verso's shoulders.
“Just let me show you,” the alpha whispered. “Let me show you how good it feels.”
The alpha could feel his knot growing with every thrust, with his cock penetrating the omega's womb.
His fangs grazed the omega's scent gland.
“You'll feel so good,” he whispered once more. But his mind was gone enough that he could not tell who he was speaking to.
His orgasm came to him like a hot, intense wave of pleasure, and he could feel his knot growing and catching onto the omega's pussy, securely locking them. His cum flooded the omega's once virginal womb, filling it with his warm seed.
But Verso's pleasure was secondary to him.
All that his mind could think of was the unclaimed neck in front of him, tantalising and begging to be marked.
And when he finally bit down, letting his fangs break the skin and the blood fill his mouth, the pure ecstasy coursing through his veins was enough to make stars appear in his vision.
He could distantly hear the omega's cry of pain, the way his scent soured for the smallest moment before his own orgasm came and he slumped against the sofa, boneless and spent.
Verso let Gustave's thighs fall off his shoulders, hitching himself up on his elbows as he tried to regain his breathing and clear his mind.
But as he looked towards Gustave's face, something changed into the atmosphere.
It was like whatever spell they had both been under broke at once.
Gustave's expression was hazy and pleased, before suddenly his eyes widened and he slapped a hand to his neck, blood marring his palm.
And as they looked into each other's eyes, both of their faces sharing twin expressions of horror, Verso realised two very important things.
Number one, the omega's heat had triggered his rut.
And number two, the only reason they were not currently under the thrall of their respective heat and rut was because Verso had mated Gustave.
Verso's vision began to swim as he caught sight of the omega's engagement ring.
He had mated an engaged omega. He had claimed him, and fucked him, and ruined his virtues in all senses of the word.
From the way Gustave looked sick himself, Verso could guess that he was reaching the same conclusion.
And they were on top of that stuck in each other's presence for the better part of the next half hour.
“Oh fucking Hell,” Verso mumbled. “This is a nightmare.”
Gustave glared at him darkly enough to kill him. “Talk for yourself! What the fuck am I supposed to do now!?”
“And what the fuck am I supposed to do!? Fucking a writer wasn't on my to-do list! Much less mating one.”
They stared at each other in silence, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife.
Guatave looked as deliciously beautifully lethal as usual as he chimed, “for the record, I still hate you, Monsieur Dessendre.”
“Believe me, Princess, the feeling is perfectly mutual.”
It was a pity that the omega looked this stunning freshly fucked and with his bite on his neck.
Verso could feel his heart beat faster.
A thought came to his mind, so fleeting that he himself had not registered it.
It almost felt like falling in love.