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It’s ten minutes until the agreed upon time when Minhyeong arrives at the address he’s been sent. He whistles to himself as he grabs his bag, locks the car, and ambles to where he knows the apartment building to be.
The email said to wait in front of the building, so he does, scrolling through his phone while he waits for the minutes to tick by.
He’s been in this neighbourhood before, of course, and he thinks he might even have worked with someone else in this very building. It’s posh and filled with people who make twice Minhyeong’s yearly salary in a month, but it’s still not much to look at. As if it’s a collection of buildings for people who don’t like really living somewhere and instead are constantly moving through.
He’s been there before, in the houses of the rich and famous. Some have very peculiar tastes and dress everything up to the nines, but others live in places that are best described as…the before picture in a redecorating program. Boring. Colourless. Lacking any personality whatsoever.
He wonders what this house is going to give him.
He checks his reflection in his phone just one more time, not wanting to make a bad first impression. The person he had contact with assured him that his client isn’t fussy about looks, but if they are to spend the next couple of days together - and quite that intimately - then looking presentable is probably the least he can do.
Whether the omega can still appreciate his efforts through the haze of heat is another thing entirely. It depends on how long the poor thing has been waiting for him to show up. It was a last minute request, after all, and they wanted him yesterday but he couldn’t make it. He was still knot deep in a famous actress when they first sent him a text.
Early morning seemed to be agreeable too, though, which is why he is here waiting to be picked up.
He pockets his phone as he hears the telltale sign of a nearby door opening. It’s the side entrance and Minhyeong waits patiently for a middle-aged man in a pristine suit to make his way over. His expression is surprised and a little unsure, but Minhyeong is used to that.
Professional alphas aren’t always appreciated and certainly not something most people admit to. If someone needs his help to get through a heat then they don’t have an alpha they are close to or at least friendly with and that’s kind of pathetic.
His profession is a hush-hush one and while his clients always end up happy, those they work with not so much.
These days, though, he mostly deals with celebrities who can’t just spend their heats with anyone and so hire him for his utmost secrecy. In fact, he’s so well known that he’s pretty damn busy.
“Ah,” the man, probably his client’s manager, speaks up. “You are…?”
Minhyeong smiles pleasantly. “Lee Minhyeong, at your service.”
The manager looks him up and down, like there’s something wrong with him and it makes Minhyeong look down too. Did he forget to put on pants? Not tie his shoelaces? Did he spill milkshake on his expensive new shirt? He doesn’t think so, but then what’s got this man so bewildered?
“You’re really not what I’d imagined at all,” the manager admits and now Minhyeong’s even more confused.
“Ah, I apologize?”
The manager realizes he’s being rude and waves away Minhyeong’s apology quickly. “Oh, please, don't be. I’m a beta and these days my senses are all over the place. I also spend my days around esports players who live off of red bull and suppressors, so I’m sure it’s on me. Anyway, please follow me to my client’s condo!”
Minhyeong ignores the fact that the manager gave away his client’s profession and follows obediently. He is a consummate professional, after all.
The condo in question is three floors up and he discreetly stares at his shoes the entire way there. It’s best if he doesn’t remember how to get there and even better if he doesn’t see any of the other inhabitants. Celebrities tend to group together, all under the same, well protected roof. He doesn’t need to know who else lives here.
When they arrive at number 47 the man stops, fishing keys from his pocket and unlocking the door with quick, practised movements. He’s clearly over at his client’s place a lot.
“My client is normally very polite,” he tells Minhyeong, “but unfortunately certain circumstances meant that he had to delay all of this for quite a while, so he might be a bit aggressive.”
Minhyeong smiles. “Please don’t worry. I’m sure I’ve seen worse.”
Aggressive omegas aren’t too common, but they do exist and especially with high-strung, high intensity occupations in the public eye. Usually if he lets them bully him around a little and then knots them deep they mellow rather quickly.
“Ah, I’m sure,” the older man says, then swings open the door. Minhyeong peers in curiously and sees another door several paces into the hallway, kept shut with a rather impressive lock.
“The code is 711. It will lock again once you shut it, but please wait to walk through unless I’ve locked the main door. If my client were to somehow escape, that would spell disaster.”
“Of course,” Minhyeong agrees. He’s about to step forward when the manager puts a hand on his arm.
“I do require your phone,” the manager says, stopping him. The alpha pauses and nods.
“Ah, you’re right. Apologies.”
He fishes it from his back pocket and hands it over. It’s not something all of his clients demand, but the more famous ones certainly do. It makes sure that those who haven’t come out as omegas yet can’t be secretly filmed and later blackmailed by the alphas who help them. All in all it makes sense, so Minhyeong lets it go and gives up his phone willingly. It’s not like he’ll spend much time out of bed anyway.
“Thank you. I’ll lock the door behind you once you enter and I’ll return in three days.”
Minhyeong nods. This is usually how it goes. Other people around might distract the omega he’s helping and at the same time they can’t risk a heat-muddled omega wandering onto the streets if they manage to pry any of the doors open. It’s too big a risk.
“Thank you, sir. I’ll see you in three days.”
The manager nods and holds open the door. Minhyeong steps in, bows one last time to the man, and then watches as the door is pushed shut. Locks snap into place and then he’s alone.
Or, well, alone in a house with an omega in heat. Somewhere.
As he closes the second door behind him he feels the jitters he always feels when he first enters someone’s domain. Omegas aren’t territorial, per se, but it’s still a weird feeling to walk in without the owner of the place welcoming him in. And for alphas it’s always a strange sensation to cross a boundary without challenge. A rush and something to worry about all in one.
He gets over that fairly quickly, though, and as he drops his bag in the living room and scans the other rooms he starts wondering what the omega will look like. Minhyeong isn’t fussy, of course, and he’s never had trouble getting into the mood regardless who he is with, but it is always nice when the omega is someone he’s attracted to.
What the manager said implied that this client is an esports player, which is a novelty. Probably thin and gangly, then.
He spends so much time in other people’s homes that he’s gotten used to deducing the lay-out, so he bypasses what he assumes is the bathroom and then stops in front of the bedroom. It has to be, as no other rooms are left.
He breathes in deep, fixes his sleeves just one more time, and then pushes the door open.
The first thing that assaults him is darkness and heat. It’s oppressive and as he switches on a light he can see that all the blinds are pulled shut. Makes sense, especially considering what they’re supposed to do in here.
What doesn’t make sense is the scent lingering in the air, though…
Before he has time to think about it he hears a low growl from the bed that’s been tucked into a corner. It’s a twin and rather spacious, but it’s clearly not center stage. Instead a desk and a rather impressive pc set up draw all the attention. Definitely a gamer, then.
There is movement in the bed and his gaze is drawn from the computer screen that probably costs more than Minhyeong’s car back to the person in the bed. The omega is hidden under the blankets and Minhyeong can’t see him at first. He looks…big and when the covers slip away a little he sees one really firm and impressive shoulder.
Huh.
This is not what he was expecting when he heard the man was into esports. Well, there’s a first for anything.
Minhyeong sniffs the air and looks at the moving form on the bed again. A shiver runs down his back and he doesn’t know why. He frowns. There is something incredibly wrong.
He’s not one of those people who makes assumptions about people’s looks and coinciding status, but with the musky scent wafting all around the room and the large figure huddled underneath the covers, he is quite sure this is not an omega in heat. In fact, everything about the way his body reacts the more skin is revealed - his muscles tensing, his heart beating faster, and a touch of fear running down his spine - screams that this is not an omega, but another alpha. And an alpha in rut to boot.
“Fuck,” he whispers, fighting the urge to run back to the front door. What the hell is this? Are his instincts running haywire? But no, another movement reveals even more skin and the man’s scent is bitter and spicy on his tongue. Nothing like an omega’s at all.
He feels danger, but he’s frozen and can’t help but stare at the bed. An alpha so far in rut that he’s losing himself a little, because otherwise there is no way that Minhyeong could have walked right into his territory - and then his bedroom - and not immediately been challenged.
He could get himself killed if he’s not careful.
Minhyeong remembers the manager’s weird reaction to him and suddenly everything makes sense. No wonder the manager looked at him funny. He was expecting an omega.
A groan, then a head pops out from under the covers, its expression pained. Minhyeong finally gets to see what the other alpha looks like.
Oh. He knows him. Or, to be more precise, has heard of him and seen his face. Zeka, an esports player who’s been in the news quite a bit lately.
As far as he knows the man is normally a mild mannered and rather sweet alpha, but as eyes dart around the room he can see the crazed lust in his eyes. It’s clear that he’s been made to wait quite a bit and that the rut has fully taken hold, because there’s a tremor to his entire body and Minhyeong can almost see the heat radiating off of him.
He’s seen that kind of thing before in alphas. Usually they end up in the hospital not long after because their temperature has risen dangerously high. The consequences of a rut that has gone unattended and unresolved for too long.
This is bad, he realizes. Had he been an omega then that problem could be fixed easily enough, but he isn’t and he has no idea how to get one here in time. Hell, he doesn’t have his phone and the door is locked shut, so going out for help is also out of the question.
But he’s not sure this man has the three days they’d have to wait before the manager comes back and at some point the alpha is going to realize someone else is in the house and come looking for him. Barricading himself in against an angry, horny alpha who might die if he doesn’t knot someone doesn’t seem feasible either.
So then what?
He racks his brain trying to think of ways, but everything he thinks of - climbing out the window, writing a message on one of said windows, or using Zeka’s pc - are out of the question.
One, opening a window would risk Zeka getting out too and that would put a lot of people at risk, Zeka included. If either of them even makes it down several floors without dropping to their death.
Two, Zeka is famous and if he sends a message to random passersby then they risk causing a national uproar. That wouldn’t be very professional of him and it could destroy this man’s entire career.
And three, he knows the internet has been disconnected. Just like giving an alpha like him a phone, allowing him to use the wifi to send images is out of the question. It’s no use.
There is only one way, he eventually realizes and it absolutely pains him. If he doesn’t want this man to pass out and possibly die then he, Minhyeong, will have to be the omega he needs.
He’s an alpha, though, and just the thought causes the hair on the back of his neck to stand up. How could he ever let another alpha touch him so intimately, let alone submit to him and let him…?
Minhyeong closes his eyes and wills away the fury. The alpha inside of him roars, but he quiets it like he normally does and blinks at the form on the bed. The alpha has turned and is now looking in his general direction.
Is he really willing to risk this man’s life because of his own ego?
He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did.
He decides then and there that if he wants to call himself a good person, he has to go through with this. His heart pounds and his palms start sweating, but instead of walking towards the bed he stops himself.
Yes, he’s going to do this, but first…he needs to get ready.
He backs away and back into the hallway. The fevered eyes leave him, as if Zeka isn’t able to fully register the things around him and doesn’t realize someone else is actually there. Maybe he thinks he’s dreaming.
Minhyeong searches for the bathroom he’d seen on the way in, out of breath and panicking. He thinks about the professional he is, though, and that he has a job to fulfill. So he locates the bathroom and rushes inside.
It’s weird, finding himself in a strange bathroom and staring at himself in the mirror. He’s already decided, though, and it’s best if he hurries up. So, he undresses and grabs some lotion from a nearby cupboard. But then, he stops. He stands there for literal minutes, psyching himself up. He has to do this. He can. Embarrassment is not worth a man’s life. He is Lee Minhyeong and he is stronger than what his biology dictates. He can do this.
He shakes as he coats his fingers, takes another deep breath, and gets to work. It’s awkward and he can’t reach easily, but he eventually reaches between his legs and carefully slicks up his hole.
Unlike omegas he does not produce his own slick, so if he wants to leave this house in one piece he knows he has to to prepare himself. Being an alpha himself, he’s well aware what a struggle it can be to take an alpha’s knot and he doubts Zeka will be gentle with him considering the state he’s in, so he roughly fingers himself open and tries not to think about the only other time someone’s ever had fingers in there.
He shakes his head at the memory of the omega he used to love and how willing he was to surrender to him. Those days are gone now, he reminds himself, and shuts the thoughts up by stuffing three fingers as far as they can go.
Fifteen minutes later his hole is gaping and he thinks it’s as good as it’s going to get. He pushes a lot of lotion in, grabs the bottle, and goes back to the room where he knows Zeka to be.
It’s show time.
Before he steps back into the room he reminds himself of one important thing; if he fucks this up, this man could kill him.
Yes, Zeka’s brain is addled with the consequences of his rut, so he might not be fully aware of what’s going on, but if he realises that Minhyeong is another alpha and deems him a threat, then all those hormones could end up being used to snap Minhyeong’s neck.
That’s how dangerous out of control alphas can be.
So, he takes another deep breath and tries to get into the headspace of one of his omegas.
He drops his shoulders, folds in on himself a little, and then finally steps inside.
The heat hits him in the face again and it doesn’t surprise him that he can smell the other man’s sweat from across the room.
His steps are small and measured, not wanting to startle the other man.
“Alpha?” he calls softly and instantly the movement on the bed stills. The alpha turns his head towards Minhyeong again and eventually gets up. The covers slip and reveal that he is completely naked and Minhyeong has to admit that he’s impressed.
He is tall, with a heavy, well muscled frame and yet enough meat to sink your teeth into. He has a boyish face, but doesn’t seem much younger than Minhyeong - if younger at all - and if it wasn’t for the angry snarl on the alpha’s lips he probably would have been Minhyeong’s type.
The alpha strides over, head tilted and nostrils flared. He reminds Minhyeong of a spooked horse, all long limbs and wide eyes. A dangerous horse who could eat him alive, though.
He doesn’t move and drops his gaze to his feet, letting the alpha approach him instead. This needs to happen on Zeka’s terms, not his.
Minhyeong makes himself small and as unthreatening as he can. He tries to mimic how omegas act around him and drops his head even further, deferring to the larger individual in front of him. Zeka stops in front of him and Minhyeong quickly sneaks a peek. The other alpha trembles and his eyes are unfocused, but he presses his nose to Minhyeong’s neck and sniffs. He makes a sound, more animalistic than human, and Minhyeong thinks it’s confusion.
It makes sense, as Minhyeong doesn’t smell like an omega at all. In Zeka’s muddled brain the signals must be all over the place.
“Alpha,” Minhyeong whispers again, hoping it helps if he speaks softly and doesn’t make eye contact. His own alpha bristles angrily at him for lowering himself in another alpha’s presence, but he has a lot of experience with being whatever his client needs him to be and so he tries to see this as just that. Him acting like the alpha, no, omega, he needs to be.
Zeka steps into his space, low growl reverberating in the back of the alpha’s throat. He’s tall and big and Minhyeong has no problem being slightly intimidated by him, so he immediately steps back when Zeka tries to make him. Another step, then a third, and by the eighth Minhyeong’s back hits the wall. He looks away and doesn’t catch the alpha’s piercing gaze, just stands there pressed against the wall by the other man’s large body.
He closes his eyes when the growling intensifies, but when he looks away to try and get out from under all that attention the growling stops.
Oh, Minhyeong realizes. He just bared his neck to him. That’s what the other alpha was looking for.
It’s a struggle, keeping his own alpha at bay and not listening to the angry, furious barking that wants him to push the rival alpha off and tear into him. He trembles under the strain, but maybe it makes it more realistic because Zeka turns his head in curiosity again and then pushes his face into Minhyeong’s nape.
There’s no way the other alpha can be smelling an omega, but Minhyeong tries to gentle his scent and combined with the way fever is messing with Zeka’s brain he thinks it’s working. Indeed, he feels Zeka rumble into his skin, pleased and insistent, and then holds his breath as the other man’s body presses into him completely. Scenting, he realizes. And, oh, how much his own alpha hates this.
Hang in there, he tells himself as Zeka’s naked skin rubs up against his, his cock already leaving pre-cum and sweat all over him. Luckily it doesn’t last long, but he’s not sure the alternative is any better.
Zeka grabs a fistful of hair, causing Minhyeong to cry out and twist his entire body in an attempt to alleviate the pain. Zeka pulls, leading him to the bed as Minhyeong acquiests. He’s thrown on the bed and though his first instinct is to cover himself, he knows that’s not what an omega would do. So he lies there, spread out and fighting the thunder in his veins that orders him to move.
He doesn’t.
Zeka stalks onto the bed, all gleaming eyes and impressive muscles. Minhyeong watches, something like fear in the pit of his stomach, and resists the urge to run.
First, the other alpha just crawls on top of him. Soon enough, though, he bends down and continues nosing against the scent glands in Minhyeong’s neck. He doesn’t want the other alpha to stay there too long, though, lest he realize that Minhyeong’s smell is absolutely not that of an omega.
He forces out a soft, high pitched little sound and though it embarrasses him it works. Zeka looks away, eyes sharp and boring into him. Then he drops his head and pushes it into Minhyeong’s groin and even lower, where Minhyeong’s hole still drops lotion.
Minhyeong gasps when a tongue tastes him there, as if searching for something. Zeka doesn’t seem pleased when he comes back up. Ah, yes, that does absolutely not taste like an omega’s slick.
More confusion on the alpha’s face, but Minhyeong can see that his cock is slowly hardening at the sight of this much nakedness and slick anyway. Biology isn’t super smart sometimes.
He tries to remember what omegas always do to get him to mount them. They’re all different, of course, but nine times out of ten they present to him. They’ll roll onto their front, slick leaking from their hole, and they’ll show him how wet they are.
If he wants this to work he has to convince the other man that he’s an omega. And an omega would be looking to get fucked by now. So, giving up maybe his last opportunity of avoiding the whole thing, he gingerly rolls onto his front and spreads his legs.
He looks back and Zeka’s expression immediately changes. Where he was curious and confused before, now he is hungry. Minhyeong quivers, anticipating what’s to come, and then an animal ascends on top of him.
His first instinct is to fight and this time he can’t help himself. He’s startled by the weight on top of him, the rasp in his ear, and the way Zeka’s cock immediately starts looking for his hole.
He can’t let him. He can’t allow… The alpha in him screams, but he can’t get up. Zeka is simply holding him there.
Minhyeong has never been weaker than another alpha before and under normal circumstances he’s not sure he’d be weaker than this one, but right now, with a rut urging the other alpha on and Minhyeong crushed beneath the alpha’s bulk, he can’t fight him off.
Zeka is so hot and so heavy on his back, muscles straining as they hold Minhyeong down. He wants to fight more, he wants to struggle, and he does for five solid minutes, but it’s useless.
He’s tired and eventually gives in, dropping to the bed and feeling the weight on top of him follow him down. He trembles and Zeka growls, one hand now at the back of Minhyeong’s neck, fingers a vice-like grip, and the other breaking skin at his hips.
The other alpha settles between his legs, knees knocking Minhyeong’s open, and then leans down.
“Omega,” a raspy voice whispers, the first word spoken by Zeka in the time Minhyeong’s been in the room.
He shivers at the feel of the alpha’s breath on his neck, so sensitive and right on the part of him he almost never bares to anyone. Baring your throat, your neck, means submission and Minhyeong has never submitted to an alpha in his life.
Zeka must notice Minhyeong’s reaction, because he rumbles and it sounds pleased.
He thinks of struggling again, but he doesn’t. Somewhere deep down being pinned, being controlled, is a rush he’s curious about and all of a sudden he understands omegas so much more.
It’s the power behind the alpha on top of him. The way he has to cower underneath him and let the man do what he wants. It’s dangerous. It’s scary. It makes his pulse race.
Zeka isn’t willing to let him figure things out, though. He holds Minhyeong’s face down on the bed and his knees stop Minhyeong’s legs from closing, but the hand on his hip disappears.
Something heavy, then, against his ass. He tries looking back but he can’t see much with the way he’s pinned down.
He realizes what it is when it settles against his rim.
“No, wait,” he whimpers. He thought he was ready before, but he’s not sure anymore. Zeka doesn’t hear a thing, just the rush of lust and adrenaline in his ears.
Minhyeong gasps as the heavy cock breaches him, so big that it brings tears to his eyes. He struggles, wanting to get away from the ache, but with the rut running through Zeka’s veins there’s no way Minhyeong could ever overpower him, so the other alpha holds him down easily once again and continues pushing steadily into him.
“Fuck,” Minhyeong swears. “Wait, no, it’s too big. Wait!”
Zeka doesn’t. By the time he bottoms out Minhyeong is biting into the sheets, trying to quiet the urge to scream. It’s not what alphas do, but it also hurts like crazy and he doesn’t know what else he could do.
“Ah,” he breathes, voice strained, as Zeka pauses. He’s balls deep, cock so massive and pulling Minhyeong’s rim so taut that everything aches. He trembles, muscles convulsing and his entire body fighting the intrusion. At the same time he is fighting his very nature and tries to convince it to let everything happen. There’s no going back now, so it’s better to ride this out and make it as good as it’s going to get.
He’s been well and truly dominated.
He finally shuts his inner alpha up and relaxes. The fight drains from him and he just focuses on the pulse between his legs where his hole ripples around another man’s cock. It’s so weird and alien, but once the pain subsides he realizes he doesn’t hate it. As long as Zeka doesn’t move, of course.
“Good,” Zeka rumbles, clearly pleased with Minhyeong’s submission.
The compliment shouldn’t work on him, especially because he knows that’s a thing alphas do to reinforce good behaviour in their omegas, and yet he feels heat rise to his cheeks. He’s actually taking the man’s cock. He’s done it and Zeka is pleased with him.
His entire body trembles around the invasion, but at the same time endorphins tell him he did good. It’s so pathetic, but he kind of doesn’t care.
Zeka is in full on rut, though, so Minhyeong doesn’t get long to enjoy the moment. His cock pulls back slightly and fucks back in, causing pain to travel everywhere. Minhyeong gasps.
Again, the alpha does it, and then again. It’s rough going at first, but Zeka keeps fucking harder, keeps digging deeper, and though Minhyeong feels his rim burn at the bulk of the alpha inside of him, the bright sting of pain does eventually dissipate.
“Ah,” he gasps pathetically, not able to stop himself from making noise. There’s so much of Zeka, over him, inside of him, keeping him down with such strength, and it’s messing with his head. He shouldn’t like it and yet when the cock keeps punching sounds out of him they turn from pained to…
Minhyeong is afraid to admit it.
“Good,” Zeka praises again, the hand on the back of Minhyeong’s neck lifting and dropping next to his head instead. Neither hand is holding him now, just the weight of the other alpha and the hips snapping into him.
He could fight. He could try and throw Zeka off. It’s just that a powerful tremor has taken a hold of him, building and crashing with the rhythm of Zeka fucking into him. It startles something out of him. An unbidden thing that is no longer fake.
“Alpha,” he whispers, feeling the way Zeka leans more on the hands next to Minhyeong’s head. It allows Zeka to really put his hips into it and it shows Minhyeong, in all his experience and all his educated guesses, that he had no idea what getting fucked truly would be like.
A startling snap of the hips, all the way into him. Then another. Zeka is no longer restrained by having to keep his omega down. No, his omega has submitted and is taking it oh so willingly.
In fact, Minhyeong hitches his legs up higher, opening up his hole more. He pants, every other breath turning into a delirious whine, and lets himself be claimed.
“Yes,” he moans, powerful waves crashing over him as Zeka thrusts into him again and again, hitting him in places he never thought anyone would ever reach. His inner alpha has long given up resisting and instead surrenders along with him, relishing in the absolute pleasure of being fucked, being taken, being made someone else’s this way.
“Oh fuck,” he whines as Zeka roughly grabs him by the hips and pulls him to his knees. The angle is different, deeper, and he can’t believe that the feeling, the burn, of a cock fucking him raw feel so goods. His hips ache and his ass strains to take the hulking strength of this alpha who is marking him and destroying him from the inside out and yet if he’s honest to himself, he’s long since started to enjoy it.
His cock dangles underneath him, neglected but hard. It’s pathetic and he should hate himself, but he looks down at it - at the evidence of his pleasure - and recognizes what this is. He likes getting fucked.
He moans again at the realization and fully surrenders to it, throwing his hips back to meet the other man’s thrusts. It’s good, so good, now that he doesn’t resist, and like any experienced alpha Zeka knows exactly how to make him delirious with it.
“Please,” he begs, but he’s not even sure what he’s asking for. Sweat is drenching him and most of it Zeka’s, but he’s not disgusted. He just drops his head between his shoulder blades, spreads his legs, and howls.
By the time he feels Zeka’s hip stutter, he’s exhausted and trembling in an attempt to keep himself up. Zeka hammers in a few more times and then groans so loudly that if these walls hadn’t been so thick other people might have heard.
Slick heat pours inside of his ass as Zeka swivels and pushes and gets as much cum into Minhyeong as possible. It’s nothing he’s ever experienced before. To be marked so intimately and so deep feels special. He’s just been claimed by someone else. He hides his red face in his arms, suddenly a little embarrassed by how wanton he was.
Minutes later, Zeka finally lets him go and slips out. Minhyeong’s ass gapes and winks, unsure why it’s now empty. Minhyeong is absolutely exhausted.
He rolls onto his back, breathing harsh and laboured. His hole is on fire and leaking all at the same time. All of his muscles ache - he’s also pretty sure his ass is going to bruise multiple colours before the three days are over - but the thrill and pleasure still run through every nerve ending.
His cock stands straight up, still rock hard, and he wants to touch it, finally get himself off, but he knows Zeka is not going to let him. A good omega comes on his alpha’s cock, after all, and he vividly remembers telling omegas ‘no’ before as well.
He gets five minutes and then the alpha rises again, broad shoulders even more impressive as they loom over Minhyeong. He sees the hunger in the other man’s face and as he glances down the alpha’s cock is already on the way to hard again. He’d forgotten how quickly that happens during an alpha’s rut.
He’s going to get fucked again, he realizes, and though he should hate it he bites his lips and opens his legs, accepting the alpha between them. He juts out his ass, inviting him in, and groans from deep within his chest when Zeka’s cock finds him and slots home.
“Oh yes,” he whines, “Alpha.” Earlier he hated it, earlier he faked it, but now it just feels right to call him that as he clings to Zeka’s back, riding the frantic wave of the man fucking into him again. It’s surviving and taking pleasure in it all in one.
His hole is so raw that it should hurt, but the feeling deep inside of him remains. It sputters to life, builds, and then comes crashing down again. It’s infuriating and delicious and Minhyeong wishes Zeka would continue fucking him forever just so he can find out how high the peak of his pleasure will go.
He wants to come on Zeka’s cock. As if the alpha in him has died he gets excited at that thought, finding some energy and meeting Zeka’s hips again. Maybe this time he can come. Maybe this time…
He doesn’t, but Zeka sure keeps trying.
After the third time Zeka has emptied himself inside of Minhyeong Zeka rolls off of him and settles back down in the sheets. He looks exhausted too and Minhyeong hopes that he’ll finally get a breather. He also knows that both of them need fluids, though, and it’s generally the omega’s job to make that happen.
He rolls over and off the bed, catching himself just in time and hissing from the way everything hurts. Sharp eyes watch him as he waddles to the table, trying to ignore the liquids running down the insides of his legs.
He grabs two bottles of water and is about to soothe his parched throat when he remembers that the alpha always comes first. So he takes it with him and crouches near Zeka, making sure to be smaller and below him. The alpha makes a content little noise and bends towards him, allowing Minhyeong to pour water into his mouth.
When both bottles are empty Minhyeong throws them to the side and crawls back onto the bed. The large alpha watches him, seemingly out of curiosity what his omega will do. Minhyeong knows better than to try anything, though, and he obediently returns to Zeka’s side. He makes himself small and cuddles up into the alpha’s embrace, telling the howling alpha at the back of his mind to shut the fuck up if it doesn’t want to die. Zeka could kill him in an instant, he’s sure of it.
Or maybe he just likes this now.
Zeka rumbles something at him soothingly and then wraps his giant body around him. It takes ten minutes of listening to the man’s heartbeat to fall asleep.
He thinks it’s a couple of hours later when he wakes up to the feel of something big rubbing against his thigh. He blinks the sleep away and wonders why his body hurts so much until a hand lands right next to his head and the pressure of something poking his thigh increases.
Zeka looms over him, expression hungry, and he’s now insistently digging into Minhyeong’s ass with his cock. He is hard again.
Minhyeong’s heart skips a beat, because there are definitely frissons of lust pulling at his gut but there’s also fear. When they started he’d prepared himself and Zeka’s cum had kept him well lubricated, but now his ass just feels dry and sore. If Zeka enters him now, something’s going to tear.
This is where being an actual omega would have come in handy, he thinks, wishing once again that he could produce slick to make the whole thing easier.
He tries remembering where the lotion is, but at the same time he knows Zeka is not going to let him out of the bed. Not until he’s fucked another load into him.
He turns over onto his back, looking at the rabid expression on the handsome man’s face. Oh, he realizes, he thinks Zeka is handsome now. It’s not strange, of course, because he’s seen the man before and he is rather pretty, but ever since they started he hadn’t thought much of anything other than survival and that the man’s cock eventually felt really, really good.
But now, given a chance to take him in, he actually really likes the way the alpha looks. Big and strong, sure, but with a delicate face and pretty eyes. Angry eyes, because Minhyeong is taking too long, but pretty eyes nonetheless.
He glances down and takes in the cock, already standing at full attention. If he takes that completely raw it’s going to be agony. He has to think of something…
“Wait,” he says as Zeka tries crawling in-between his legs. It says a lot about the other alpha’s mental state now that he listens and just tilts his head. Now that he has an omega who spreads his legs for him he’s not as frantic anymore.
“I want…” Minhyeong rambles. “Can I first…?”
He points at Zeka’s cock and the other man’s expression is doubtful. Again he listens, though - something which tells Minhyeong that this is definitely a very kind and forgiving alpha under normal circumstances - and lies back down, head against the head board and propped up on his elbows as he watches Minhyeong and waits for him.
He can’t leave the bed, Minhyeong knows, and there is nothing to slick Zeka’s cock with anywhere on the nightstand or the bed itself, so… He leans down, mouth hovering inches above the swollen head.
He’s sucked a cock before, of course, but it’s always been an omega’s. Omegas, with their sweet slick and amazing scent that drives Minhyeong crazy. Not the musk and size of a fully matured alpha. If he wants to not die when Zeka fucks into him then it’ll have to do, though, and he wraps his mouth around Zeka’s cock as if he’s spent many nights dreaming of it.
If he just gets Zeka wet and leaking…
Zeka groans and throws his head back, clearly happy to feel something around his sensitive, aching cock.
The taste isn’t all bad, Minhyeong realizes. Alphas produce a lot of pre-cum when they’re in rut and it’s a little bitter, but for the most part it’s fine. He takes the cock as deep as he can manage and tries to get it as wet as possible. The sounds are lewd as he slobbers all over it, twisting and turning to get as many angles as possible. Above him Zeka makes noises that would almost be cute if this had been under different circumstances. Minhyeong sets a rhythm, keeping the alpha distracted while he catches some of the pre-cum and drool that drops down the man’s shaft.
He reaches back and quickly applies it to his hole, trying to get as much as he can in there while he opens himself up. He’s still gaping quite a bit considering what they did the day before, but it doesn’t hurt to remind his muscles what they’re supposed to do. They’re about to take an alpha’s cock again, so he needs them to not be stiff as a board, thanks.
It doesn’t feel good yet, but there is something naughty about him fingering himself in service of hi- an alpha while said alpha is being very good in allowing Minhyeong to gag himself on said alpha’s cock.
He’s quite happy with the progress he’s making and thinks he only needs a few more minutes to at least not tear himself to pieces when Zeka starts getting uneasy. Minhyeong thinks of placating him, but just as he pulls off the man’s cock to say something the alpha huffs and grabs at him. He pulls, hands unyielding, and Minhyeong lands in the alpha’s lap.
“Shit,” he swears, surprised by the sudden movement. He also realizes after he’s already sat there, on top of hefty thighs and ass rubbing against the length of Zeka’s wet cock, that he didn’t even bother to struggle. He just went, complied, submitted simply because Zeka wanted him to.
Maybe his own alpha has given up. It is kind of sexy, though, to be so completely overwhelmed. He blinks. Maybe it is better not to think about that too much.
Zeka noses his throat and though he should be angry at that - how dare another alpha get his face anywhere near Minhyeong’s neck - it feels good. It’s sensitive. Intimate. It causes Minhyeong to wrap his arms around the alpha’s neck and lean closer, giving him access.
When Zeka presses his mouth to the skin there it almost feels like a kiss, but Minhyeong knows it’s not. The alpha sucks bruises into his skin instead, marking his territory, and with every second he does so Minhyeong twists and turns uneasily, wanting to get away from the sensation but knowing he’s not allowed to.
The other alpha doesn’t have him pinned down nor is he holding him particularly tightly, but a voice at the back of his head - one who’s never lived there before - tells him that the alpha wants him in his lap and so he is to remain there. So he squirms awkwardly and knows his ass is rubbing over Zeka’s twitching cock with every tiny move.
Zeka rumbles in amusement and then licks at the worried skin, drenching it in his spit. In his scent, Minhyeong’s alpha complains and though there’s disgust there he quickly feels it make way for pride.
He smells like Zeka even more now. It’s no longer just a mix of their scents, it’s Minhyeong’s scent being so completely overpowered that he barely smells like himself. And considering he is an alpha, that sure is saying something.
When Zeka seems happy with the job he’s done he stops and grabs Minhyeong underneath his armpits. He pulls the alpha upwards, wraps an arm around him, and rakes his teeth over the man’s sensitive throat. Warning signs are smothered under the way Zeka hisses ‘mine’ into Minhyeong’s skin.
Instead it just feels good to be claimed.
Zeka holds the skin between his teeth teasingly as he grabs his cock and lines it up again. Seconds later he slams Minhyeong down, wrenching a stuttered moan from him. Minhyeong stays in the other alpha’s lap as he thrusts upwards into him, at some points so hard that he has to steady himself on the head of the bed and the wall behind it. His cock dances with every punch, rubbing against Zeka’s abs.
It’s too much and yet not enough.
Zeka fucks him like that for quite a while, bed creaking with it and Minhyeong’s nails digging into the wallpaper. He feels himself go hard, especially when Zeka bites down savagely on one of his nipples. Nipples are generally a thing for omegas and not alphas, but he realizes he likes it and can’t help but rock into the thrusts more and more every time Zeka does it.
He’s so hard and he swallows a squeal when Zeka digs his nails into his ass, demanding and harsh. This is crazy and his cock bounces with every move and he just wants…
Minhyeong begs and pleads for more, not embarrassed at all anymore, especially once Zeka leans back and grins up at him predatorily, stilling all movement. Minhyeong wants to come so badly that he continues on his own, thighs aching as he fucks himself on the alpha’s cock in quick, bruising bounces. It’s glorious and he feels a thrill run up and down the entire time, but it’s not enough, never enough, and he sobs brokenly when his body gives in and he has to stop.
Zeka doesn’t, of course. He hoists the limp body of his bed partner up, throws him down on the bed and folds him in half. Minhyeong mewls pathetically as the alpha’s cock enters his already ravaged hole and by the time Zeka empties himself inside he’s barely conscious.
That day Zeka fucks him four more times. With every turn he gets both gentler and rougher. Gentler, because in the down time in between fucks he crowds into Minhyeong’s space and shows him affection. Soft rumbles into his skin, a tongue that travels the entire length of Minhyeong’s body. Once, after he’s cum half inside Minhyeong and half over his groin, he even cleans him up with relish. It’s a maddening kind of torture, because Zeka’s lips and tongue are delicate and diligent in cleaning him, but they don’t do what Minhyeong truly wants.
Minhyeong’s cock is still hard, but Zeka’s lips never touch it. He just works around, carefully, and causes Minhyeong to tremble at the intense need to come. But he won’t, because alphas in rut don’t suck their omega’s cock. That’s just what a professional like Minhyeong does.
Actual alphas breed their omegas and fuck the climax out of them. Minhyeong is not an omega, though, and so he’s been hard off and on and begging to be brought off for two full days now.
He considers touching himself when Zeka is asleep, but he just knows the alpha would notice and that he wouldn’t be happy about it. So he remains there, feeling his erection pulse and twitch and hurt until Zeka curls up around him and falls asleep again. Minhyeong patiently waits for it to wane and then does the same, shivering at the pleasant way Zeka breathes into his neck.
So, yes, Zeka is certainly gentler with him at times. That isn’t the case when they fuck, though. Towards turn 8, at the beginning of the third day, he snaps his hips so violently and crushes Minhyeong underneath him so completely that Minhyeong whimpers non-stop. He sounds angry, the other alpha, and it takes a while for Minhyeong to understand why.
To him it’s frustrating that he hasn’t come, but to Zeka it must feel like a failure. Normally an alpha knots their omega at least once, but usually more than that. The first breaks the rut and then the next ones are just to experience the intense pleasure that comes with breeding an omega. Or, when it comes to omegas who can get pregnant, to plug up an omega so entirely that they are sure the pregnancy takes.
But Minhyeong hasn’t come yet. Zeka has done everything he can - in various positions and with sweat dripping down his broad, delicious chest - to make it so but he hasn’t been able to knot Minhyeong even once.
Minhyeong is an alpha, after all, and though he does have a prostate and could conceivably come on another man’s cock, it’s certainly not as easy as with an omega who was born for it.
Zeka doesn’t know that, though, so to him he is just failing at what he was born to do. And so every fuck gets rougher and heavier as Zeka gets more frantic to finally get his omega to come.
Minhyeong finds out a lot about himself during those fucks, because as much as he whimpers from the strain being put on his body, the pleasure he feels is exquisite. Heavy. Spreading throughout every aching limb.
He whimpers and whines and meets every aggressive thrust like he was made for this. Like he’s not an alpha, but an omega and Zeka could maybe even fuck a child into him.
Gone is the alpha complaining in the back of his mind, because Minhyeong only hears his own voice begging for more.
“Deeper,” he pleads, the 11th time Zeka mounts him. Zeka is behind him again, hands gripping bruises into his skin, as he snaps his hips into Minhyeong at breakneck speed.
“Please,” he begs, allowing the other alpha to pull him back on his cock like a ragdoll.
He meets him every step of the way. Every time that thick cock pulls out, ravages his straining hole and breaches him again he thrusts his hips back. He mewls as the hands leave his hips and grab him around the throat from behind, pulling until Zeka’s cock is as deep as it’s ever been and Minhyeong is dangling over the bed like a doll.
He’s finding it hard to breathe, but the angle is new and perfect. Zeka growls and wrenches Minhyeong’s head backwards, curving his back, and hammers into him. Minhyeong should worry about how difficult it is to breathe through the powerful fingers crushing his windpipe, but instead he blabbers nonsense and asks for more, again, harder.
“Alpha,” he begs. “Make me come. Please. Alpha.”
That’s when he feels it. Deep in his gut there is a building of heat that starts out small but ramps up quickly. Something sparks, coils around his cock, and keeps on growing. Zeka is hitting him just right and something inside of him receives it gladly.
It rages, inflaming his insides until everything is pleasure and everything blooms with colour. He cries out as he feels it reaching its crescendo. Finally.
“Yes, yes, please,” he begs, voice rough through the hands on his throat.
“Zeka!” he chokes.
Zeka seems to have noticed, because he gives a victorious howl and then lets Minhyeong’s throat go. Rapture spreads throughout Minhyeong’s body as he falls to the bed and his hips are wrenched up. Zeka hitches his own hips back and then slams in brutally, filling him wholly and his cock striking that spot inside of Minhyeong just one more time.
Minhyeong comes.
His eyes roll to the back of his head as his hole constricts savagely around Zeka’s cock. The alpha groans with him, sound thundering through Minhyeong’s every vein, then drops his entire weight onto Minhyeong and lunges forward, crushing Minhyeong’s head against the bed in the process.
Minhyeong’s instincts flare up weakly and there is a second where he wants to rebel as teeth sink into his neck, but as he spurts cum onto the sheets below he can’t find it in himself to care. He moans pathetically, bucking his hips as his balls empty, and he feels the euphoria of it all. Finally, he’s come. Zeka fucked him to completion and is now officially claiming him, gripping his neck with sharp teeth and grinding his cock ever deeper.
Minhyeong knows what is coming, but he doesn’t resist and just takes it. Like he’s taken everything else and learnt to enjoy it. His cock still sings and his hole feels so good, on fire and incredibly sensitive, but more than anything he feels a thrill at the way he notices Zeka’s cock swelling. He did it. He came on Zeka’s cock and he’s going to get knotted and with it Zeka’s rut is going to break.
His alpha finally made him his.
The other alpha pushes at his shoulder and Minhyeong goes down completely, body spent but listening to the order he’s been given anyway. Zeka goes with him, weight smothering him, rubbing him into his own cum. Sharp teeth still hold onto his skin, sinking even further into him rather viciously. The skin breaks and he feels blood run down his neck, but he doesn’t care. He just twitches around the cock in his ass and feels it grow bigger and bigger.
A last, sudden, violent thrust and the knot that had been resting against his taint pops in. He hisses at the hurt, because it truly is too big for Minhyeong to take had he not been opened up so well over the course of three days, but above him Zeka groans and makes pleased little noises into his neck.
He’s sure had to work for it this year, Minhyeong thinks. It almost makes him laugh, the thought that Zeka’s alpha must have been so confused that his omega never produced any slick and only came on their 11th attempt at coupling.
Maybe if he hadn’t Minhyeong would still have been under him - ass full of cock - by the time the manager came back to open the door. And wouldn’t that have been embarrassing.
The knot is stuck inside and Zeka finally lets go of Minhyeong’s neck. It stings but the other alpha licks the blood away gently, lavishing sweet attention to it until it stops running. Minhyeong breathes into the bed, not sure how to feel now. Zeka remains there, on top of him, inside of him, for at least an hour. Maybe more, Minhyeong thinks, but he can’t be sure because he eventually falls asleep in his alpha’s strong, comforting embrace while his hole twitches weakly around the knot holding the other man’s cum inside.
He feels nothing except safety and relief as he dreams.
He wakes up to Zeka pulling out of him. He whines a little, but stops abruptly when he sees the look on the alpha’s face. For the first time in almost three days Zeka’s bright eyes are clear and there’s no glaze of lust clouding them.
“Oh,” he says.
Zeka stands up and looks at him, tall body toned and imposing but expression incredibly confused.
“You are not an omega.”
Ah, yes. That’s certainly true. Minhyeong nods awkwardly.
“There was a mix-up,” he supplies weakly. “And you were burning up. I felt like I had to do something.”
“I fucked an alpha?”
Zeka sounds incredulous and maybe it’s strange that his reaction stings a little. It makes sense, of course. He’d expected an omega and instead got something entirely wrong. Something wicked that most of society doesn’t even accept. An alpha knotting another alpha. Such a thing is unheard of. It isn’t supposed to happen.
Of course Zeka doesn’t like it.
Minhyeong had, though. Had grown accustomed over the last couple of days to seeing nothing but fire. Fire for him and indescribable want in the man’s eyes. And now…disgust, maybe?
He chokes on the next breath. Fuck, he’s been so dumb. He should have remembered. He should have been more professional. What had he been thinking, enjoying it? It was a job and he made this poor man do something utterly against their nature.
“You can sue me,” he stutters out. “I deserve it. I’m sorry.”
Zeka still looks at him funny, then zeroes in on the wound on Minhyeong’s neck. He frowns and turns around.
“I’m taking a shower,” he announces and then leaves. Minhyeong nods and remains on the bed. He just sits there, lost in thought and quiet agony until right before Zeka’s manager is supposed to arrive.
He doesn’t see Zeka again until they meet at the door.
The manager is late and they stand at the locked door a little awkwardly. Minhyeong knows he looks a mess, but Zeka looks good. After a shower and with fresh clothes he looks…incredibly handsome, even, and Minhyeong tries not to notice.
He’s been so close to this man the last few days and yet now he doesn’t even dare to meet his eye. Oh the irony.
“We will both go home,” Zeka says at some point, voice light. “And we will never speak of this. Ever. In fact, if we’re lucky we will never meet each other again for the rest of our lives and that’ll be that.”
Minhyeong looks at him, something inside of him aching, and then he nods.
When the manager opens the door half an hour later neither man says a word and Minhyeong valiantly tries to pretend he’s not limping.
He climbs in his car, drives home, and pretends like he is not forever changed.