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It was unnerving. The way the alpha watched him in complete silence, a fierce gaze locked solely onto him. The alpha's eyes themselves remained concealed beneath a layer of radiating steel yet Phoenix could feel them on him, the intensity of that fixed stare so potent it practically dragged over every inch of his exposed flesh like hot needles, evoking a building wetness between the omega’s shivering legs. The smirk that remained spread across his goateed face was not one the defence attorney was unfamiliar with; he’d been rewarded with that sneer, dripping with earned self-confidence and smugness, many a time in court. For the alpha knew he was on a different level from him. They were not even in the same playing field. Phoenix was a tiny fish from a hexagon aquarium released into an ocean who had come face to face with a great white in the open depths, a prevailing veteran who was now deciding exactly what he wanted to do with the amateur stood grudgingly before him.
“Come here. No, hold it.” Godot contemplated for a swift second, tilting the coffee mug in his hand, hot steam wafting from the hazelnut flavoured liquid within, then adjusted his wording. “Crawl.”
The command was given without a slither of emotion. There was no gleeful encouragement nor vexed disparagement toward the omega. It was said in a way to gauge whether or not Phoenix would lower himself to enact such a demeaning directive. To see if he would obey.
“Are you serious—?” Phoenix started, then immediately clamped his mouth shut to prevent the rest of his startled outburst spilling out. He knew if he opened his mouth to object the evening would end right there. Godot was not the kind of man to waste his time arguing outside of court. Either the omega accepted the conditions required of him, or he left the hotel room with his tail tucked between his legs and lost out on the vital opportunity. It was as simple as that.
“…Urgh…” Sinking down to his knees till he felt the velvety smooth material of the carpet, Phoenix swallowed his pride as a man and did what he was told.
Crawling on all fours from the doorway where he had shed his clothes, Phoenix kept his annoyed glower fastened to the floor whilst approaching the leather chair Godot sat in. Godot did not bother moving closer to make the chastening act shorter. Nor did he even make the effort to remove his jet black belt once Phoenix reached him, the omega quickly casting aside the irritated look his face had fallen into. Godot would only be more amused if he showed how pissed off the humiliating demand had made him. It would lure the alpha into making more barbed quips and ridiculous requests of him. Phoenix urgently wanted to erase the void between them and feel him inside.
Too late. Recognising the irked expression Phoenix attempted to conceal, the amused prosecutor mocked, “Ha! I know that look. It makes me want to make a mess out of you.”
This night, like all the rest, was a result of their compatible pheromones. That’s what Phoenix told himself. Neither of them actually liked the other. The suppressants just weren’t working as they should. It was probably due to a bad batch, or because they were incompatible with his body for whatever convoluted scientific reason. Thus Godot's alpha pheromones were unearthing his suppressed omega senses and throwing them into overdrive.
Godot was an insufferable prosecutor who had started showing up to every one of his recent trials, disparaging and mocking him and soaking him in coffee whenever Phoenix got under his skin. Nonetheless Phoenix would become tongue tied during a heated confrontation when that alpha’s indescribable scent seeped into his very pores, his legs near buckling beneath him, his mouth wetting and throat tightening into a strained silence, every ounce of his being pleading with him to drop to his knees and submit to the man who antagonized and scorned him. Godot was not unaffected by Phoenix’s omega pheromones in turn, much as it pained him to admit, from the way he first grabbed Phoenix by his jaw and scented him forcefully outside of the courtroom. Phoenix did not resist, his entire body paralysed in pleasure, the sudden contact between them feeling the same way as getting a needed hit from an addictive drug. Godot studied his flushed face and wordless response, pushing a thumb into his soaked mouth, rubbing it over the roof of his mouth and across his parted teeth, testing him. Then he stepped back and scoffed, ordering him to come to an address that evening, before turning and leaving him to crumple to the floor.
If Phoenix had a lick of sense in him he would have stayed far away, spent the night with another alpha to cleanse his pallet of that enslaving scent. Whether it was because it had been months since another had touched him or because he desperately wanted to learn more about the man behind the mask and wanted to use this as an excuse, he could not say.
For Phoenix knew, deep down under all the justifications and pretence, he had come here for one reason; the same reason which brought him back here night after night to a man who blatantly disdained every fibre of his being.
He wanted him.
And for some ineffable reason Godot hated him… but did not turn him away.
This particular evening Godot was fully dressed in his usual high-quality attire; a pinstriped waistcoat, snow white tie, green suit shirt and black pants. The prosecutor had not even concerned himself to remove his glossy shoes. Phoenix on the other hand was stark naked, his own cheap, polyester blend suit scattered messily around the floor. This discrepancy was by design. An alpha did not need to undress to take his pleasure, while Phoenix was expected to bare it all. The disparity of their situations should have demeaned and frustrated Phoenix, but to his transparent amazement it only served to heighten his arousal more.
Sliding the palms of his hands over the older man’s sable pants, Phoenix unbuckled his belt without any tact, tugging it loose and tossing it onto the floor. Reaching for the zip next, his hand was abruptly caught and torn away from its task. Godot held his clammy wrist firmly and shook his head, reproaching him with a soft tsking noise.
“Use your mouth, Trite.” Godot instructed, using the denigrating moniker he’d bestowed on Phoenix the day they first met and refused to discard even in the midst of a carnal tryst.
Not letting the intolerable prosecutor provoke him was a herculean task. If they were in court Phoenix would have shot back some snarky comment of his own. But right now, in spite of the mortifying demands and truculent attitude, Phoenix was feeling a familiar heat pooling in his groin and needed Godot to sate it.
Cold metal nipped at his teeth. Phoenix ignored Godot’s conceited sneer above him, keeping a side eye locked on the coffee mug firmly clasped in his hand instead, well aware he could pour it right over his head if he did poorly. Biting down on the zip, the omega dragged it tantalizingly slowly downward. Godot pretended not to care, as usual, but when his already fully hardened length was freed from the fabric constricting it and landed upon Phoenix’s cheek, twitching and yearning to be touched, Phoenix knew the alpha was as eager for this as much as he was.
Tracing his practiced lips over tanned skin, trimmed, silken white pubes brushed up against Phoenix’s nose each time he dipped his head closer to the other man’s crotch, burying his head between Godot’s toned thighs. Deliberately grazing his teeth across the alpha’s swollen cock, Phoenix felt the girthy shaft pulsing in his hot mouth. Using one hand to stroke the rest of Godot’s rod he could not take into his throat, he used the other to fondle the other man’s testicles gently and methodically, rolling them in his warm palm and pulling back to suck on them. Falling silent, Phoenix did what he did best and concentrated solely on pleasuring the mysterious man, using every tactic he’d learned in their salacious sessions together. It was thrilling, being on his knees like this in such a vulnerable position, surrounded by that mind altering scent. Every fraction of his body was trembling. Whenever he stopped to take a deep gulp of air, he panted loud and harshly and openly venerated the beguiling alpha.
In that beatific instant Phoenix could think of no one but Godot.
Phoenix risked a curious glance upward, wanting some semblance of validation. Godot’s eyes remained hidden beneath the mask, offering him nothing from the upper half of his face. Downward, his grin was replaced with a thinning line of his lips, which to others would indicate disinterest or even boredom. But Phoenix had studied and absorbed the small changes in Godot’s behaviour and reactions throughout these encounters, the same way he pinpointed contradictions in witness statements and little details on otherwise seemingly insignificant pieces of evidence. The omega knew that from Godot’s atypical silence, how he had put aside the coffee mug which was usually glued to his hand onto the nearby desk, and the way precum continuous flowed from his reddened tip, the prosecutor was fervently aroused. Phoenix had discerned quickly that the insouciance was just part of the game. Godot was not showing his hand and instead made him work for it.
“Haah… hnnn…”
It did not take long for Godot’s silence to bleed out, brought about when Phoenix started to slather his tongue up and down his throbbing shaft and swirled it provocatively over his tip, lapping up every glistening pearl decorating his crown. “That’s it… keep using your tongue like that.”
Eyelids closed, plunging himself wholly into his task, Phoenix was not startled to feel large fingers running along the underside of his taught throat. Lazily caressing circles, nail tips scraping over the numerous purple and crimson marks bespattering his skin. Godot’s hand traced the outline of his engulfed cock, squeezing Phoenix’s stretched skin, a thumb digging into his jugular.
“Hmm… I’m starting to enjoy this.” Godot’s confession was as good as a full blown moan of praise for what it did to Phoenix. How it caused his head to spin and ragmatical heart to slam against his ribcage. Savouring the accolade, a bolt of lightning coursed through the omega's prickled skin, tingling and electrifying all at the once. “This slutty mouth of yours is well suited to servicing my cock.” Godot hummed, continuing his deliberate ministrations to Phoenix’s throat.
Naturally one would hesitate and recoil when another reached for their jugular. Squirm and struggle their utmost to get away, an act of self-preservation, protecting the most intimate and exposed part of their body. But Phoenix, strangely enough, trusted the alpha not to harm him. Not when they were alone like this, their inimitable scents mingling in the air around them into a mouth-watering, aphrodisiacal concoction.
“Haah… haah…” Stealing another load of air to fill his labouring lungs, Phoenix peeked up again.
Godot’s other hand rested under his chin, the beginnings of a satisfied smirk playing on his upturned mouth. This man who despised him and humiliated him at every turn, hounding him in his trials and delivering blow after blow, who now held unparalleled power over him and dominated him without apprehension, was pleased with Phoenix's abilities. The sight was so erotic that Phoenix felt his own erection growing to full mast, neglected between his legs. A bead of sweat rolled from his forehead, another cascaded down his neck. Mouth completely full of the alpha and the manhood which had delved into his most vulnerable places, Phoenix felt light headed and was puzzlingly blissful. Godot’s taste, faintly of gooseberries, mostly of salted caramel and coffee and heavy musk, above all else an alpha in his prime, swirled between Phoenix’s lips and on his benumbed tongue.
“I’m almost impressed.” Godot continued, the hand that was Phoenix’s throat gliding up to the omega’s spiked hair. Phoenix knew what was coming and instinctively swallowed to relax his throat, flattening his tongue and focusing on breathing through his nose. “Open wide for me.” Godot ordered, giving Phoenix no more time to prepare before thrusting his entire length into him.
Phoenix gulped, engulfing him to the hilt, feeling the alpha’s manhood hit hard against the back of his throat. Godot kept him sealed in place, fingers knotted in Phoenix’s now dishevelled spikes, his hips bucking up into his spread lips. Phoenix let the older man use his mouth how he saw fit. Godot ravished him, tightening his grip on Phoenix’s sweat sodden hair and thrusting into him. Every part of his boiling body sang in ecstasy. Muffled moans escaped him in droves. “Mmrph… mmnn!”
“Those are some nice sounds.” Godot hummed, pushing a thumb into the corner of Phoenix’s mouth beside his cock, stretching his jaw further and pushing him past his limits. “Listen.”
Phoenix stared up and took in Godot’s pleased expression, his own manhood twitching in response. Listening to the decadent, vulgar noises of squelching and gagging and wet flesh slapping together, Phoenix had to quieten himself from moaning in delight. It almost felt like he was in heat; the copious slick coating his rear dripping abundantly down his quaking thighs. His unfettered pheromones tripled in potency, filling up the room in a heavy fog alongside Godot’s, amalgamating into an impenetrable mist of desire and need. Every irresistible contact Godot made with him sent lustful ripples surging through him.
“That’s a nice face you’re making.” A low, sardonic snicker escaped the masked prosecutor. His hips slowing from their previously brutal pace, Godot began purposely sinking his cock into Phoenix’s stretched mouth languidly, his balls pressing up onto his saliva soaked chin. Unashamedly enjoying the show and what he had turned Phoenix into, entirely aware of the stupid, engrossed grin spread across Phoenix’s lips. “I’ll admit, I’m starting to take quite a liking to you. Well, your needy body at least. I’m glad I decided to tame you into the obedient dog you’ve become.”
Phoenix could not form a retort with his mouth fully stuffed and only managed to grunt out a smothered objection, earning a deep, acerbic laugh from the alpha.
“Gotta say, you look pretty good like this.” Godot remarked, slackening his grip on Phoenix’s hair. “It’s a shame we didn’t do this sooner.”
Understanding he was being freed for one purpose, the defence attorney returned to bobbing his head back and forth, servicing the alpha exhaustively. Face burning and head growing foggy on adrenaline and arousal, Phoenix inhaled the alpha’s scent and near whimpered from how overwhelming it all was. Godot’s clipped praise was the affirmation he yearned for, stoking the rapturous fire building inside of him. Wet and aching from behind, Phoenix’s hands instinctively moved to his weeping cock and drenched hole, determined to take care of his own needs.
A foot nudged away the hand seeking to wrap around his neglected erection. Phoenix barely held back a miserable whine. “Did I say you could touch yourself, Trite?” Godot chided abruptly, pressing down his polished shoe harder, applying more pressure on his crotch. “You know the rules. Coming before I do… now we can’t have that.”
Phoenix could not understand why being degraded like this turned him on. Nor why he obeyed the alpha’s directive without snapping back a retort, returning his hands to Godot’s thighs and muffling out a weak apology. Godot had underestimated Phoenix’s dedication to his duty and exhaled loudly once Phoenix’s skilful tongue tracked teasing rings around his foreskin, nose tip trailing downward still to his balls, past the already growing knot at the base of his dick. Lapping his velvety spheres and sucking on them devotedly, Phoenix breathed in Godot’s stupefying scent and became entirely intoxicated on them. Phoenix returned to the alpha’s cock and deepthroated him, enjoying how Godot’s hand remained in his hair, fingers threading through his tousled spikes idly.
A deep, guttural growl passed Godot’s lips, the throaty sound eliciting another wave of arousal that coiled in Phoenix’s chest and gathered in his nether regions. “Let’s try something different. You ever had your mouth knotted?” Godot asked measuredly, attention fixed on the rapt omega between his thighs.
Phoenix pulled away fully and attempted to answer, coughing lightly, saliva dripping down his chin. “N-no…” Phoenix rasped, throat chafed from the continual onslaught.
“That so…?” Godot forced Phoenix’s head back with a sharp tug of his hair, tilting him to face him fully. Phoenix’s glazed over eyes widened, a quick gasp fleeing his swollen lips. “Think you can handle it?” Godot placed the challenge out there for Phoenix’s consideration, the unremitting smirk revealing just how much the prospect was whetting his appetite.
Breathplay wasn’t something new in this relationship, if whatever this messed up, recurring situation was could be called that. Godot enjoyed wrapping his fingers around his throat and choking Phoenix when he was beneath him, legs spread and at his mercy. The unmistakable evidence remained in the form of bruises in various stages of healing strewn around Phoenix’s tender neck, fashioned in a collar of discoloured flesh. Airflow restricted, squirming in a frantic attempt to break free from the knot holding him in place, the alpha who loathed him holding him down with his weight and pheromones making his claim to him, the cathartic orgasms Phoenix experienced in that delirious state were out of this world.
It came as no surprise to either that the daring omega nodded hastily, locking onto him with an assured gaze and accepting the alpha’s proposal. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”
Give me your all.
Godot chuckled, pushing Phoenix’s face back down. “Ha…! Don’t go fainting on me.”
There was no concealing how badly he wanted it. Dancing on the razor’s edge, Phoenix braced himself and wholeheartedly concentrated on slackening his jaw and relaxing his throat. Flicking the tip of his tongue on the expanding knot, he encouraged the alpha to keep fucking his mouth vigorously and proficiently. Mercifully the veteran was not taunting him, set on thrusting into the omega’s wet warmth until he reached his peak.
"Mnnn..." Senselessly Phoenix rutted against the polished shoe still bearing down on his dripping cock. Blinding sparks started to ignite, the visceral flame blazing into a twisting firestorm ready to erupt. A hard, hot solidness drove into the roof of his mouth. Phoenix spluttered and lost his pace, realising the alpha was starting to knot him. Exhilarated from the novel experience, Phoenix willed his gag reflexes not to kick in and tried to steady his breathing. Tears built in the corners of his eyes, dribbling down his enflamed, full cheeks. "Mmmphh!"
“Breathe, Wright.” Godot told him in a gravelly croon. Taken aback from the usage of his second name without a virulent twist to it, Phoenix stared wide eyed and fastened his stunned gaze onto the masked man, those three, glowing red lines staring back at him. “Nnhh… fuck.” A low, deep groan and a subtle shudder announced the alpha was coming, spilling his seed down his throat. “That’s it… swallow it all.” Godot susurrated, patting Phoenix’s head almost affectionately, encouraging him to imbibe every drop of his essence. “Drink up my special blend.” Phoenix was, thankfully, too turned on to care for that cringe inducing line and did what he was ordered to.
Godot’s knot was fully inflated, trapping him in place on his trembling knees. It would be like this for twenty minutes or so, until he emptied his load and the knot reduced back to its original state. Breathing becoming shallow, the defence attorney's vacated lungs pleaded for more air. Head spinning akin to vertigo, Phoenix started struggling to breathe, darkness bespattering the edges of his vision. Instinctively panicking and trying to wriggle free, Phoenix whined a pitiful noise and clawed at Godot’s pants. Suddenly those alpha pheromones seeping freely around him changed from commandeering to comforting. Unable to fight off the innate affect they had on him, the galvanic aroma compelled the unnerved omega to relax, his shoulders sagging and muscles easing. Breathing became easier, his flared nostrils working to provide enough oxygen to keep him from falling unconscious.
Grinning broadly, Godot cupped his cheeks to feel his bulging knot for himself, admiring his handiwork. “Good job.” Who that compliment was addressed to Phoenix did not want to place a bet. Eyes rolling back, Phoenix shivered and shot an imploring look to the alpha, jutting his hips onto his stationary foot. Godot paid no heed to him initially, till Phoenix’s aggrieved whimpers became too loud to ignore. Phoenix could have sworn Godot was rolling his heads behind that mask. “Yeah yeah, you can come.”
Permission granted, Phoenix hastily worked himself against Godot’s inclined foot, caring not that he would come all over the expensive leather and likely be forced to clean up after himself. Jaw aching and heart racing out of control, a broken sob escaped him, his entire body convulsing as he was catapulted into euphoria, his thrilled cries drowned out by the knot sealing his mouth shut.
Post nut clarity hit Phoenix like a runaway train. Avoiding looking at the alpha, who remained dressed and was nursing a newly brewed coffee, Phoenix finished wiping himself down and disposing of the evidence in the bathroom. Redressing himself hurriedly to avoid remaining lingering in the hotel room any longer than necessary, he buried the irrational feelings in his chest. This awkward arrangement, submitting to their secondary natures to let off steam between cases, was just a mutual understanding between them. Undoubtedly it was only natural for alpha and omega to be drawn to each other like this, over and over. There was nothing more to it.
Phoenix stopped at the doorway, hand on the door handle. Godot remained adjacent to him, stood looking out the window ten or so feet away to the illuminated evening cityscape, disinterested in exchanging any parting words.
“H-hey.” The defence attorney started, unsure of what to say.
“What?” Godot did not turn to face him.
“…Can we… talk?” Phoenix tried, taking a step closer.
In the multitude of nights they had shared their bodies in this seedy room they had held no conversations beyond the heated exchanges during sex. Month after month, Phoenix was squandering every opportunity he had of learning exactly who the secretive prosecutor was and why he possessed such a fiery grudge toward him in favour of being knotted again and again.
“…” Godot tilted his head over his shoulder, regarding Phoenix with an intense gaze which pierced right into his core. Then he turned away, rebuffing the attempt. “Same time next week. Don’t be late.”
Phoenix drew back, comprehending he would get nowhere tonight. Maybe next week he could get Godot to at least divulge his real name.
“Alright. I’ll see you then.”