Work Text:
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Rufus Shinra resembled a statue. Veiled in immaculate white, nary a hair out of place, the man sat as a beacon of light in the gilded shadows of his office. A long-forgotten god tirelessly waiting, listening to the soft chimes of an antique desk clock echoing about the cavernous walls of his temple.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
A pompous smirk rested against the soft, skin-warmed leather of black, fingerless gloves. Glacial eyes transfixed on the figure standing before him.
Tick. Tick.
It was impressive really, holding such a crisp salute for this long with no discernable signs of fatigue. It spoke of dedication, a defining attribute conveniently missing from the personnel file. Still, while a plebeian would focus on the perceived perfection of the stance, Rufus was trained to find the minute flaws. The microscopic hitch in the breath, the ever-so slight tremble in the saluted hand, the faint sheen of sweat on the exposed skin; all pointing to a boy shaking in his overly polished boots.
Icy blue eyes roamed.
Short in stature and with a frame that hardly filled out the Security Officer’s uniform, the male before him barely cleared five feet, nine inches even with that ridiculous silver helmet providing the extra inch or two. That three-eyed monstrosity concealed every notable feature of the man’s face save one; his mouth, which boasted the most flawless pair of pouty, pale pink lips imaginable. A pair of lips that’s haunted Rufus’s dreams for well-over six months.
A subtle tremor ran through the officer’s body, still stubbornly maintaining that salute. Rufus huffed quietly.
Tick.
“At ease, Private.”
The arm came down to the officer’s side as he snapped to attention. Rufus observed the motion silently. Tension screamed from the man’s every limb and only grew the longer Rufus went on without addressing why the officer was here.
Letting the silence fester for a moment longer, Rufus tore his attention away from the Private to the personnel file spread out on his ebony desk.
The file itself told a story of failure and struggle. Two applications to join the oh-so-coveted ranks of the SOLDIER program appeared at the forefront, each one marred with a large, scarlet ‘REJECTED’ stamped across the name, date, and personal information scribbled in the designated boxes in professional, dark blue ink. A rumpled, yellow sticky note stuck to the back of the second application read —in god-awful handwriting— ‘kid should just give up already’. Setting the tone for the rest of the file, each document was more disappointing than the last; subpar SSVAT scores with a note from the proctor regarding the ‘cadet’s poor ability to handle the stressful environment of the exam room’, an inadequate strength test that ended with the cadet collapsing in exhaustion, comments from his instructors that read more like a roast session than any type of professional constructive criticism.
‘Cadet seems to think that batting his eyelashes and flaunting a pretty face will get him through an obstacle course. It might if he did so on his hands and knees.’
‘Cadet never fails to demonstrate time and time again why the weak will always submit to the strong.’
‘Cadet excels at following orders but lacks any qualities necessary for leadership roles. He continually defers to the alphas in his squad. Cadet is too submissive for SOLDIER. A full dismissal from service is advised before he sleeps through the ranks. Or, at the very least, a transfer to Public Security.’
Unsurprisingly, the approved application to the Department for Public Security Forces showed up right after with a rank lowest on the military totem pole. Rufus placed that document to the side and pulled out three more; two medical reports, each dated some years ago, signed by a family care physician located out in boondocks Nibelheim and an incomplete military medical record. Folding his hands over the papers, Rufus finally returned his attention back to the other male.
“Private Strife, do you know why you are here this evening?”
The trooper’s body remained stiff and straight as if a steel pole ran through the base of his skull to the soles of his feet. “No sir.”
Rufus hummed, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Why don’t you hazard a guess, Trooper.”
The Vice President’s own shoulders ached watching the Security Officer’s tense beneath bone white pauldrons. “I suppose it may have something to do with the incident involving Sergeant McClish, sir.”
A little huff of a laugh escaped. “While your response to Sergeant McClish’s comments was a little…emphatic, that is not what I’m interested in.”
“Forgive me then, sir, as I’m not really sure what you mean.”
Rufus shifted back in his seat. “Tell me something, Private Strife. As an officer of my Public Security Force, you are required to familiarize yourself with all the laws and statutes that govern our fine city, is that correct?”
“That would be correct, sir.”
“All laws regarding urban safety and security of government buildings?”
“Yes sir.”
“Good. What about ones related to licensing, civilian registration, and general archival procedures?”
The Vice President felt the trooper’s puzzlement grow with each inquiry but still the man replied without hesitation. “I am familiar with those, yes sir.”
“Excellent,” Rufus stared straight into the ruby-tented lenses, smug smile planted firmly on his face. “And how about the ones regarding lying on official government forms, say for example, a military enlistment form? Are you familiar with those?”
Rufus didn’t think Private Strife could become any stiffer, but here the man was, performing a great impression of an ice sculpture slowly melting in the Costa del Sol sun. The older man could just imagine the wide, fearful blue eyes behind those ugly, red lenses. This was just too good.
Finally, Private Strife stuttered out, “I…uh, I’m not…s-sure I understand your meaning…sir” He frantically tacked on the ‘sir’.
Rufus shrugged nonchalantly. “I simply asked you if you understood the laws regarding lying on official government forms.”
The trooper cleared his throat. “I…I don’t…”
“You don’t understand?”
“No, I…I do,” the private stuttered.
“You do or you don’t? It’s a simple question,” Rufus pushed.
“I do understand the laws sir.” Private Strife answered as his fingers twitched at his sides.
Rufus raised an eyebrow. “You do?”
“Yes sir.”
“I find that hard to believe, Private Strife, as you have done it four times.” Rufus watched as the rapid rise and fall of the younger man’s chest shuddered to a stop.
“Sir?” The officer asked, voice weak. “I’m sorry. I’m confused.”
“What exactly are you confused about?” Rufus questioned. “The laws or the four times?”
“The, uh, the four times.”
“Sir.”
That silver helmet tilted a bit. “Huh?”
“’I’m confused about the four times, sir.’”
That pouty mouth opened, shut once, then opened again. “I’m confused about the four times, sir.”
Rufus hummed with a pleased smile. “Better,” he turned back to the documents, making a show of ruffling through them. “First, you lied on the travel papers you applied for to even get here.” The Vice President held up a copy of a small booklet, complete with the basic identifying information as well as a rough, almost pixilated photo of a young boy supporting a spiky ponytail and big, doe-like blue eyes.
“Next, you lied on your original military enlistment form.” Rufus held that paper up arrogantly.
The trooper sputtered.
“Then, you lied on both applications for the SOLDIER program.” Two more pages were shaken.
“Sir, I—”
Rufus pressed on, ignoring the attempts to interrupt him. “Finally, you lied on your application to the Department for Public Security Forces. If we wanted to get technical, that would be five times, but I digress.
“Now, which part of that confuses you?”
“I didn’t lie!” Private Strife’s shout rang through his ears and for a moment, Rufus was stunned. It’s been many years since someone raised their voice to him like that. Private Strife puffed up, looking very much like a kitten attempting to scare away a bigger predator. Gloved hands curled into fists at his sides, shaking.
Rufus simply stared.
Breathing deep, the trooper settled back to the floor. “I didn’t lie sir.”
“You most certainly did, Strife.” Rufus affirmed, calm despite the other’s emotional outburst. “According to our records, you listed yourself as a beta for your secondary gender on all your enlistment forms, is that correct?”
“Because it is the truth.” The trooper replied through gritted teeth.
Rufus lifted one of the medical records from Nibelheim. “This is a record from a Doctor Elliot Underwood, stating that you presented as a beta.”
“That’s because I did sir.”
Rufus tossed away the phony report and held aloft the second Nibelheim record. “Then why does this one here, signed by the same doctor, list you as an omega?”
Nothing. No words. No arguments. Private Strive just stood there, unmoving.
Unruffled, Rufus began shuffling all of Private Strife’s documents back into their manila folder. “I’m going to give you one chance, Private. One chance to prove to me that you are what you say you are.” He placed the folder into a side drawer of his desk before palming a cold metal object and sliding the drawer shut.
“You will remove your helmet, boots, and gear and place them on the table to your right.” That hideous helmet turned to find the described piece of furniture before turning back to the Vice President. “You’ll approach my desk in only your standard issued fatigues.”
“And if I say no?” Private Strife wondered, squaring his shoulders like he was preparing for battle.
Oh please, as if the boy had any real power to refuse.
Rufus smirked. “Then I’ll have no qualms about pressing this intercom button and ordering a couple of MPs to take you into custody.”
There was indeed a battle brewing, one of wills, as the alpha rose to the challenge of the other man’s gaze. “I am not a patient man, Strife.” Rufus stated, not breaking eye contact. “Do as I say or find yourself spending the rest of your life behind bars.”
Private Strife stood frozen. Rufus wondered if he would need to compel the boy when the other man suddenly moved.
The trooper spun sharply on his heel and stomped over to the side table like a child throwing a tantrum. The polished silver helmet came off first and slammed into the tabletop with a sharp crack. Free from their stuffy, confining prison, golden spikes defied gravity and fanned out like a halo. That elfin face was all sharp angles and high cheek bones. Fires of scorching, sapphire blue burned through those eyes as they glared at him from beneath pinched, pale gold brows. Rufus could hardly wait to witness those fires swimming in diamond tears.
Gauntlets went next, followed immediately by thin, black gloves. Long, elegant fingers tugged at the straps securing the stark white pauldrons. No way those hands were destined to be fighter’s hands. They were too small. Too delicate. Piano fingers, as Rufus’s mother would’ve said. More suited to concert halls and gripping at sheets than wielding a weapon.
Pauldrons clattered onto the table and Private Strife focused his attention on the belt clasped around his waist. The same one currently attaching the riot baton to his hip. The trooper’s movements slowed. Rufus could see the boy’s thinking as bright blue eyes flickered between the solid wood baton to his boss sitting in his luxurious, high-backed chair just a few feet away. Could he do it? Could the trooper cross the distance and clobber the alpha before he could react? Rufus released a breath through his nose. The Vice President wanted to dare him, see if he had the balls. Eventually, the baton joined the rest of the gear. Rufus felt only a little cheated.
Private Strife bent at the waist to unstrap the knee pads and Rufus tilted his head. Those navy, canvas pants did that ass no favors and the alpha wondered if they were even the right size. The boy crouched, moving on to his boots, when Rufus spoke up. “Socks too.”
Elegant fingers stilled before tearing at the laces. Brown, sock-stuffed, combat boots flew onto the table and Private Strife padded back over to the desk, bare feet slapping obnoxiously against the dark marble floor.
The trooper snapped back to attention; eyes fixed on the painting mounted to the wall behind Rufus’s chair. “At least you have the ability to follow orders,” Rufus said supporting a rude smile, “to an extent.” Placing his hands on his desk, the man pushed himself to his feet, leaving behind the metal object. He rounded the furniture in careful steps, letting the heels of his boots snap sharply against the marble, and placed himself before the Private. Rufus held out his hand.
Deep blue eyes glanced down at his empty palm, then back up to his face. Rufus shook his head with an exasperated sigh, “the scarf, Private.”
Wariness filled the boy’s body as elegant hands reached up and loosened the knot. The scarf came away with a quiet hiss. Eyes of ice zeroed in on the fleshy junction between Private Strife’s neck and shoulder. Balling up the forest green cloth, the trooper placed it in the alpha’s hands.
Rufus hummed and turned toward the side table. “Tell me, Private Strife, do you also understand the laws related to omegas?” Rufus inquired as he took deliberately obvious steps.
“Yes sir.”
Instead of setting the scarf amongst the chaotic pile of discarded gear, he slipped it into the breast pocket of his pristine white coat. “What is statute number forty-seven of Midgar’s Omegan laws?” He closed his fingers around another object and silently slipped it from his pocket. “Do you remember?”
Cloud’s voice broke as he spoke. “No…No omega shall be permitted to…permitted to hold any government office or station, nor shall they be permitted to serve or enlist in any military position.”
“Very good. And what about statute number one.”
“An alpha shall retain ownership over an omega once claimed by a mating bite and a partial bonding occurs.” Cloud quotes, tone hard with barely repressed anger.
The alpha turned away from the table and stealthily approached the vulnerable trooper’s back. “Well done.” The boy flinched harshly at suddenly hearing the alpha’s voice in his ear.
Quick as a snake, Rufus closed the item around the trooper’s neck. The lock sealed with a click and a barely audible hum. Cloud jerked away from him, hands flying to the mat, metal collar now encircling his bare throat. “What the fuck?!” He yelled, now trying to pry the collar off.
Rufus gaped in mocking astonishment and tutted. “Such foul language for an omega.”
“I am not an omega,” Cloud said through gritted teeth still wrestling with the collar.
“Oh, no?” Another condescending eyebrow raise. “Then why do you wear a scent patch?”
Blue fire flickered with fear. Exquisite.
Smirk settling into place, Rufus headed back to his desk. His strides strong and confident as he ignored the way Cloud jumped away from him as he passed. “I must admit, you are a decent pretender.” The alpha slipped his hand into the pocket of his trousers and retrieved a palm-sized remote. A thumb ran over the buttons to refamiliarize itself with the layout. “The false bravado, trying out for SOLDIER not once, but twice. Anyone with a distressingly low IQ would have fallen for it. Luckily, my Turks possess only the sharpest minds.” Rufus spun, letting his coat flare out before settling back into his chair.
“You’ve broken the law, Cloud, many times in fact. Lying on official government forms, as we have discussed. Falsifying medical reports,” Rufus rested his chin against his knuckles, “the ones from Nibelheim couldn’t have been you. Your mother perhaps?” A soft growl reached his ears and Rufus chuckled. How adorable. “Not only that, as an omega, you’ve enlisted into the military and stolen classified tech in an effort to conceal yourself. Those patches are not available to the public and are only utilized by alphas in the field, a designation you had no courage to label yourself as —smart by the way— meaning that someone had to give those to you.”
Rufus leaned forward. “Who was it?”
Silence.
Rufus just shrugged. “No matter, we’ll discover them eventually. In the meantime,” Rufus locked eyes with the boy. “Remove the patch and come around the desk.”
Cloud shook his head and backed away. “No.”
Ice turned to stone. Rufus held aloft the remote and ocean eyes flashed to it. “I will not tell you a second time.”
The boy continued to retreat.
Rufus sighed and pressed the remote’s central button.
Cloud’s pained cry reverberated off the walls as he collapsed to the floor, body rigid. The collar’s shock feature started out mild and would cause no lasting damage unless Rufus desired it. Counting slowly to five, Rufus shut off the collar. Cloud fell limp, cheek pressed against the cool stone as he gasped for breath.
“Brilliant, isn’t it?” Rufus asked, watching the youth struggle to his feet. “Not unlike a tazer. Though, it’s nice that I get to decide how strong the pulses are as well as how long they last.
“Test me again and we’ll get to see just how much you can take.” The man threatened. “Now, do as I say.”
Still panting, Cloud peeled off the skin-colored patch and let it flutter to the floor. Rufus smiled. “Good boy, now come here.”
Cloud obeyed him on trembling legs. As he got closer, his scent started to permeate the air. Cinnamon sprinkled pine with traces of sunshine and vanilla. Underneath it all hid that honey sweet scent of an unmated omega. What a joy it was to be right.
The boy stopped at the corner of his desk, but Rufus beckoned him forward. “Lean back against the desk, hands flat on top behind you, and spread your legs.” Cobalt blue looked down at him with utter disgust, but the other man did as he was told. Rufus tapped the toe of his shoe against Cloud’s ankles until they slid to where he wanted them.
The alpha leaned back to scrutinize the pose. This position placed the attention on the omega’s front, pushing out his chest and leading the eye down. Wonderful. Exactly what Rufus wanted. Cloud’s eyes, however, didn’t remain on him. Instead, they locked, once again, on to that painting. “Look at me, Cloud,” called the alpha.
Blue on blue. “You are to stay exactly as you are. At no point are you to lift your hands or feet without my say so. Am I clear?”
The trooper didn’t respond.
The man stood up into Cloud’s line of sight. He stepped closer, looming over the Private and relishing the boy’s attempt to shrink away. Patchouli and gun metal, infused with the deep musk of an alpha, flooded the room and corralled around the sweet, wintery pine. Cloud’s nostrils flared and his pupils dilated. “I said,” Rufus growled flashing his fangs, “am I clear?”
The omega whimpered. His chin tilted up, resisting the urge to bare his throat. Rufus witnessed Cloud battle with his instincts, refusing to submit the way his omega yearned. The alpha’s growl deepened into his chest as he pressed his full length against the omega. A hand came up, gripping a fistful of soft, golden hair, and gradually tugged.
Still resisting.
Rufus increased the potency of his scent, hoping to drown the youth’s rebellion in pheromones. Chest rumbling and fingers pulling, eventually, the pressure became too much. Baring his throat with a ragged gasp, Cloud submitted fully.
The alpha rumbled, pleased, and placed his fangs against the omega’s mating gland. Submission accepted. Sealing his lips, Rufus sucked a bruise into the skin, feeling Cloud twitch against him. The alpha ran his tongue over the collar, up the long line of Cloud’s neck, and licked at his studded ear lobe. Huh, a piercing. None of the pictures ever showed that. Rufus drew it into his mouth and let it clink against his teeth.
“S-stop.”
Rufus chuckled against the shell of the trooper’s ear. “Oh, Cloud. I’m just getting started.”
Releasing the boy’s hair, Rufus’s hand closed around the metal object he had stashed on the desk and slid back into his chair. Cloud’s face was flushed, eyes lidded and glassy. He looked good enough to devour.
Sliding his fingers through the handles of a pair of medical grade bandage scissors, Rufus grasped the hem of the thick, navy blue uniform shirt and nestled it between the blades. He glanced up, hoping to catch those dark eyes gazing down at him, but Cloud just stared straight ahead. Fine, the alpha would give him this one reprieve.
The fabric split easier than softened butter, revealing creamy skin inch by steady inch. Icy eyes flickered back and forth between the next cut and the flesh slowly being exposed. In no time at all, the scissors sliced through the shirt’s collar and Rufus brushed the sides away with the shear’s metal tips. Toned abs, no doubt a product of the rigorous military training, were split by a cute little dimple of a belly button. The pecks on the omega appeared to be much rounder and bouncier than what Rufus was used to on a male. Perhaps due to the thin lining of fat and mammary glands required to nurse babies. Those may have also contributed to how puffy his nipples seemed.
A single finger brushed over one of the pink buds. It was so soft, just like the petals of a rose. Rufus grasped the entire breast, massaging and squeezing. It was a good handful. Wonderfully firm, yet squishy. The alpha let go in favor of cutting down the sleeves and ripping the ruined garment off Cloud’s torso. It surprised Rufus to see just how defined Cloud’s arms were. The dedication this man put in developing his body was impressive and yet it didn’t match at all with the comments the Private’s instructors wrote. Rufus wondered how much of it was the cold hard truth and how much was a damaged ego.
No matter. Rufus ran a hand around the back of the omega’s thigh and dragged it down to his knee. He tapped a finger. “Lift your leg.”
Cloud looked down at him, flames flaring, and that leg left Rufus’s grip like a shot. Rufus jerked back just as a canvas-covered kneecap flew passed his chin, cloth brushing against his skin. Pushing his chair back with a sigh, Rufus pressed that button again. Cloud’s body bowed with another sharp cry. Rufus dragged the shock out a bit longer, counting to a slow seven, before switching it off. Cloud slumped against the desk, muscled arms trembling as they struggled to keep the man vertical. Firey eyes glared at him as Cloud panted.
“Disobey me again, and I up the intensity.” Rufus warned rolling back into place. “Now, lift your leg.”
Cloud looked down at him, that fire merely embers now, and shifted his weight. Rufus helped raise the foot and placed it in his lap. The alpha smiled with sultry eyes. “Good boy.” Cobalt eyes flickered away.
Laughing softly, Rufus opened the shears. The pants cut just as easily as the shirt, falling away without much prompting. Rufus encountered some resistance at the leather belt, but the shears snapped the material with nothing more than a rough squeeze. Tugging it from the loops, Rufus tossed the useless belt off to the side, hearing the buckle clatter some ways away. The man pushed the foot off his legs and gestured for the next one. “Raise your other leg.” Cloud complied. The second pant leg met the same fate as the first and soon the canvas pants joined the growing pile of scraps.
All that was left now was a thin pair of grey boxers. Eyes drawn to the bulge cradled at the front, Rufus carefully drew a line down it with the tip of the scissors. The cloth twitched and Cloud’s breathing faltered. “Relax, pet,” Rufus muttered. “We haven’t even gotten to the best part yet.” Grinning, the alpha gathered up the fabric on one side and separated it all with one cut. A boney hip appeared followed by a distinctive V. Rufus peeled away the tattered fabric to find a thin thatch of blond curls. One final snip and the omega stood naked before him.
Cloud’s cock was just as pretty as the rest of him. He had been cut, exposing a ruddy head the same shade of pink as his nipples. Tossing away the last of the Private’s clothes and the now-useless scissors, Rufus wrapped a hand around the limp shaft and pressed his thumb to the underside of that head. Cloud held his breath. Rufus dragged his thumb up and over the slit. Cloud gasped behind sealed lips, a sound chockfull of reluctant pleasure. “Don’t hide from me.” Rufus commanded as he rubbed the tip with the pad of his thumb. “I want to hear every noise you make.” A fingernail sank into the slit and, oh so carefully, scraped down. Elegant fingers curled into fists on the desk. Rufus ruthlessly tightened his grip.
“Ah!” Cloud cried, curling forward.
Icy eyes glared. “Hands. Flat.”
Breathing hard through his nose, Cloud forced those fingers straight. The gloved hand loosened, and the bare thumb returned to caressing the head.
Rufus traced a line up Cloud’s cock with his free hand and through the patch of curls nestled around the base. Fingers continued up the omega’s soft lower belly and met with his belly button. They circled it, admiring the smoothness, before dipping inside. Rufus did it all again. Once, twice, before replacing his finger with his tongue. He swirled it around, tasting the faint saltiness of Cloud’s skin and pushing the tip into the tiny cavern.
This would be so gorgeous with a piercing, Rufus thought as he curled his tongue into the navel. Perhaps diamonds, or maybe even a sapphire. The alpha felt Cloud draw in a shuttering breath as Rufus nipped lightly at the skin just below the young man’s belly button. Rufus placed a smacking kiss to that precious dimple before moving up the abdomen.
Kisses marked a trail along Cloud’s sternum as they made a beeline for the tip of his left peck. Lips delicately grazed the sensitive skin while free fingers began fondling its twin. Another kiss, then the bud was drawn into a hot mouth. Rufus twirled his tongue around the nipple, working to stiffen it up before pulling off with an obscene pop. The pink nub glistened, beautifully coated in his saliva. Taking it back between his teeth, Rufus gradually bit down until Cloud couldn’t contain his yelp. The omega jerked violently, unintentionally fucking up into Rufus’s fist. That yelp morphed into a smothered moan. The alpha laughed with his mouthful and leaned back with the omega’s nipple still trapped. Cloud whined as skin stretched. Before it could become too much, Rufus relaxed his hold just enough for that fragile, little bud to scrape against his fang as it snapped back into place.
The alpha didn’t hesitate, flicking the tip of his tongue rapidly over the hard peak before flattening the muscle and dragging it roughly across. Cloud’s breathing picked up as he squirmed against the alpha’s mouth. Rufus noticed the little, aborted movements the omega’s hips were making as he continued to tease the head of Cloud’s cock, smearing it with precum. He knew Cloud wanted to thrust, to fuck himself into Rufus’s hand while the man sucked on his tits. But his omega was a proud little thing.
Rufus sucked hard and Cloud tried to stifle his groan. Now, that wouldn’t do. Another sharp bite followed swiftly by a soothing lick and a hard suck. Over and over, until Cloud couldn’t hide those slutty moans anymore. Rufus moved back to admire his work. The nipple transformed from a feather-soft, pink nub into a deep, angry red glazed in a fine layer of saliva with a peak that still begged to be sucked. Rufus blew cool air over it and watched, fascinated, as Cloud’s chest erupted with goose bumps. Then, Rufus switched his attention to the neglected side.
With his mouth busy, Rufus tortured the abused nipple with his fingers. He rolled it between his forefinger and thumb, the movement eased by the still wet spit. Cloud pressed his chest up into the sweet friction while his hips made tiny rolls into Rufus’s other hand. It was a delicious torture, one Rufus knew was slowly chipping away at Cloud’s defenses. He had the boy by the balls, or rather, he would soon.
The alpha released Cloud’s cock with one final swirl of his thumb before gliding his wet glove down the hardened length. Rufus fully expected to encounter the other man’s scrotum, hanging hot and heavy beneath the cock’s base. Instead, his fingers continued to curve well passed the base without ever meeting it. Rufus popped off the omega’s breast and glanced down, brow pinched. That lovely cock twitched, hard and shiny with precum, but no balls rested beneath it.
Confused, Rufus glided his fingers slowly forward. The skin of the boy’s taint was soft and warm and suddenly split. Rufus gasped in shock and pulled his hand from between the omega’s legs. He looked up to find Cloud gazing down at him with wide, fearful eyes. The alpha rolled his chair back a bit. “Get on the desk,” he commanded voice lower than he expected. “Lay back with your ass at the edge.”
“Sir, I—”
Rufus’s eyes narrowed. “I am swiftly losing my patience with you.”
Sapphire eyes watered and Cloud swallowed roughly. With no small amount of reluctance, the omega obeyed with a cute little hop. Rufus immediately rolled back, grasped thin ankles, and tugged —ignoring the surprised yip— till the boy’s ass nearly slipped over the edge. Icy eyes locked onto the omega’s taint and Rufus groaned.
Holy Gaia, this male omega had a pussy.
A beautiful pussy with full, plump lips dewed in slick. Placing Cloud’s feet gently onto the armrests of his chair, Rufus leaned forward till that exquisite, wet flesh filled his vision. Till the heady scent of sweetened, cinnamon-spiced pine flooded his senses.
Rufus dragged a finger down the seam of those folds, staring transfixed as they parted. Cloud whimpered quietly as thumbs spread those lips. Pale pink and an impossibly perfect hole. Rufus’s pants were rapidly growing painfully tight.
“Magnificent,” he whispered as he brushed the tip of his finger delicately over the slit. A minute stream of slick dribbled out. “Utterly magnificent.” Rufus slowly pushed that finger inside, not stopping till he buried it to the last knuckle. The omega inhaled sharply as he was breached, probably for the first time in his life. Rufus shivered giddily at the thought.
Those velvety walls squeezed his digit so tight, Rufus laughingly felt it might break. The alpha curled that finger and stroked it up against spongy flesh. Cloud squirmed. The finger pumped in and out, spilling fresh slick with every movement. Quickly, one finger became two and Cloud hissed at the uncomfortable stretch.
Icy eyes watched as fingerless gloves quickly became soaked, completely ruined by the copious amounts of slick Rufus was drawing forth. A thick drop rolled down his palm and slipped beneath the Velcro strap secured at his wrist. A faint muscle spasm at the apex of the omega’s pussy drew Rufus’s attention and his jaw went slack.
“Oh, sweet Odin, you have a clitoris.”
The shy, dark little pearl peeked out from beneath its hood. Rufus pressed his thumb against it, feeling how rigid it already was, and Cloud jerked in his hold. He circled it softly, all while continuously fucking his fingers up into that tight hole.
Cloud was all but writhing now, ragged moans falling from his mouth at every pass of Rufus’s thumb. Elegant fingers scrabbled at wood as the omega struggled to listen to the alpha while desperately fighting against the overwhelming pleasure coiling up in his belly.
Rufus pulled back the hood fully, exposing the rosy head. The alpha leaned in, flattened his tongue, and roughly drug it up against the naked clit.
The boy bellowed and shot up so fast he nearly tumbled off the edge of the desk right into Rufus’s lap. Before Rufus could react, those scrabbling fingers snagged a solid grip on platinum hair and jerked Rufus’s mouth away from the pulsing cunt.
Rufus sat there frozen with Cloud’s hand still tangled in his hair. It took a moment for the omega to get his breathing under control and another to realize exactly what he had done. Panic took over those deep blue eyes and Cloud swiftly released his hold on the alpha.
Running his clean hand through his hair to fix the rumpled strands, Rufus once again pushed away from the desk. He wrapped his hand around the remote and pressed the up key.
Cloud’s eyes widened and his shifted on the desk. “Wait, sir, please. I—”
Rufus pressed the middle button.
Cloud’s back curved with a scream as he fell back on top of the desk. Rufus watched unfazed as the boy thrashed with the higher setting. “I warned you.” He stood and casually began removing his coat buckle by buckle. The omega pleaded, begged for the collar to be shut off. “You didn’t listen.” Rufus tossed his coat onto his chair before finally giving in to the boy’s demands.
Wheezing, Cloud slumped against the ebony wood. Rufus stood between his legs, torso outlined in a fitted black undershirt and pants undone. His fangs tingled, gums itching as an earthy, spicy-sweet flavor dripped over his tongue. The older man reached over Cloud’s prone body and wrapped his hand around the omega’s vulnerable neck. Cloud choked and pawed weakly against the alpha’s wrist as Rufus pulled the young man up against his body.
Rufus entrapped him, keeping Cloud pinned to his chest with an arm snaked across his back. The omega gurgled as the gloved hand squeezed, cutting off his air supply. Rufus mouthed at the shell of the blonde’s ear. “What is statute number one?”
Opening his mouth with a vicious snarl, Rufus clamped down on Cloud’s mating gland. Fangs pierced through the skin and injected potent venom. Rufus’s mouth flooded with the addicting flavor of minty pine and honied cinnamon vanilla. The alpha groaned and bit down harder, spraying more of that delicious nectar over his taste buds while his venom continued to pump into that ruptured gland.
Only when his fangs felt hallowed out did Rufus release both of his grips on the omega’s neck. Cloud sputtered and coughed, sucking in lung-fulls of precious air. Rufus leaned back just far enough to seal his mouth over Cloud’s.
He shoved his tongue between gapped lips and licked over charmingly pointed fangs. Rufus brushed over the sensitive hard palate and relished the feeling of the boy’s shiver. He slid his tongue over the other man’s, letting Cloud taste the intoxicating combination of their scents.
Rufus pulled away with a soft pop. “You are absolutely divine,” he breathed into Cloud’s panting mouth. “But we are not done yet.”
Finally, finally, those beautiful sapphire eyes shimmered with crystal tears. Rufus felt his dick twitch against his opened fly. “Please,” Cloud sobbed.
Pressing an affectionate kiss to the young man’s flushed cheek, Rufus hummed. “Lay back, pet.”
“Sir, please.” Cloud pleaded.
The alpha let out a warning growl and the omega submitted immediately. Blinking slightly at how quickly the once proud and defiant man yielded to him, Rufus rested his fangs gently against the enflamed and sluggishly bleeding mate mark. Cloud whimpered and kept his neck bared. Rufus rewarded him with a pleased purr.
“Lay back,” he ordered against feverish skin.
Fat tears spilled down his cheeks as Cloud unwillingly obeyed, lowering himself slowly back onto his back. Rufus busied himself by pulling his aching cock from the confines of his trousers. He tucked the fabric of his underwear behind his swollen balls and tapped the head against Cloud’s soaked pussy. Electric shocks jolted through his dick and into his warm gut while more faint jolts tingled the base of his spine. The bond was forming rapidly.
Rufus grasped Cloud’s bony hips and pushed forward, grinding his dick through those wet fold and over that engorged clit. The ruddy head kissed the base of Cloud’s own cock as Rufus coated his shaft with slick. “You have two options,” Rufus grunted. His breathing became heavy as he experienced not only the wonderful friction applied to his hard cock, but also the distant growing pleasure of Cloud’s nestled around his spine. “You can keep your hands flat to the desk by your side while I fuck you, or you can grip the edge of the desk by your head. You’re choice.”
Small hands pressed flat. Cloud turned his head away and fixed his gaze onto that ancient desk clock.
“Look at me, Cloud.”
Blue eyes flickered to him, but the boy’s head remained still. Rufus sighed and reached for the omega’s face, ignored the flinch that jostled him, and guided Cloud’s head back to where he wanted it. “Keep your eyes on me,” Rufus commanded, fingers pressing indents into those reddened cheeks. “You are to look nowhere but me, am I clear?”
Cloud swallowed a hiccup. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“…yes sir…”
The alpha smiled and caressed his omega’s cheek. “Good boy.”
Returning his hands to the boy’s hips, Rufus continued grinding, making sure to thoroughly coat his dick with warm slick, and keeping a steady pressure on Cloud’s hard clit. He could hear Cloud’s breathing becoming ragged with each shallow thrust of Rufus’s hips. Those blue eyes were quickly losing focus even as the omega did as he was told. The pleasure was building steadily in Rufus’s lower back. Tentatively, milky thighs tensed as boney hips began to roll up to meet Rufus’s own.
Rufus grinned and increased the pressure. Cloud’s mouth parted and pupils expanded, moving his hips just a tad faster. Rufus dragged his nails up and down the other man’s sides. A shudder ran through Cloud’s body as Rufus ran his fingers over ribs, down toned abbs to the V of the young man’s groin, before gliding back up toward his chest where he pinched sensitive nipples hard.
Cloud gasped at the sudden sensation of pain and arched into Rufus’s hands. Rufus felt it too, as if a ghost was mirroring his actions on his own chest. The alpha groaned as he tugged and pulled, working to bring back that lost, dark coloring.
That coil was getting tighter, ready to snap at the slightest touch. Rufus knew Cloud was drawing closer and closer to that edge, more than willing to throw himself off it. The older man let go of the boy’s nipples and ceased all movement against his body. Cloud whined at the loss of friction and shifted on the desk in an effort to move closer and get it back. Chuckling, Rufus pinned those hips down.
“No, alpha. Please,” Cloud cried tears forming in his eyes again.
Rufus’s cock twitched. “Say that again.”
“Alpha, please,” Cloud begged, “pleasepleaseplease.”
Thumbs massaged tiny circles into thin hip bones. “Do you want to come, little omega?” Rufus teased.
Cloud nodded vigorously but Rufus shook his head. “Use your words.”
“Yes sir.”
“Tell me what you want, pet.” Rufus stroked the outside of Cloud’s thighs.
“I want to come.”
“You want to come?”
“Yes sir,” Cloud nodded.
“You need to come?”
“Yes sir, please.”
Rufus gazed down at the man lying across his expensive, ebony desk; legs spread wide, cunt and cock drooling, nipples blood red, mouth calling out to him. A cruel, dark laugh burst from Rufus’s chest. “Oh, this is just too rich,” the older man cackled. “Only moments ago, you stood before me and swore up and down that you weren’t an omega. You cursed at me.” Rufus pressed his hands onto the desk next to Cloud’s.
“Yelled at me.” He loomed over Cloud, savoring how the boy flinched, wanting to look away but forced to obey.
“And now, here you are, spread eagle on my office desk, letting me suck your tits and shove my fingers into your cunt all while begging me for more like a common whore.”
Cloud’s lower lip trembled.
Rufus leaned closer. “Where is that proud, stubborn, Security Officer now?”
Cloud snarled and Rufus dodged the hand that clawed for his face. He laughed as he captured the smaller man’s wrist in a bruising grip. Rufus managed to entrap the other and secured both in a single hand. “You want to come, Cloud?” Rufus taunted over the roaring and writhing beneath him. “I’ll let you come.”
The alpha lined up the tip of his dick against the omega’s entrance and held him still with his free hand. “You can come on my cock like a good omega should.”
And Rufus snapped his hips forward, burying himself to the hilt in a single motion.
The agonized scream echoed around the office. White-hot pain flared through Rufus’s lower back. Paying it no mind, the alpha pulled nearly all the way out till the mouth of Cloud’s cunt sucked hungerly at his tip then thrust all the way back in with just as much strength. It was just as painful as the first. Cloud choked on his sobs as tears streamed down his temples.
“You were given a task, Cloud.” Rufus puffed, pounding away at the tight pussy. “What was it?”
The body was fighting against him, trying to shove his cock out even as it conformed to him. Nothing but pitiful weeping filled his ears, and Rufus shoved his pelvis forward, crushing the head of his cock against the omega’s cervix. Cloud wailed. “What was it, Cloud?”
Breathless, Cloud opened his mouth, coughed twice, then spoke with a broken voice. “To…to keep my eyes on you.”
“Then why aren’t you doing it?”
Those watery eyes snapped open and glared up at him. Blue fire swimming in diamond tears. Oh, it was everything Rufus dreamed it would be. Perfection.
“You also had two options, do you remember what they were?” Rufus asked as he kept on thrusting.
“Yes,” Cloud hissed as his body rocked with the force.
A shrill scream followed a loud smack as Rufus struck the younger man’s flagging erection. “Try again.”
“Yes sir,” Cloud replied quickly. “Yes sir, I remember.”
“Good, then do one of them.” Rufus dropped Cloud’s wrists and grabbed onto his waist, pulling him back onto his dick as he set a punishing pace. Cloud dug his nails into the edge of the desk, trying desperately to hold on.
“I hate you.”
Rufus stared into those burning, blue flames. “I don’t care.” He wrapped a hand around the other man’s cock and began stroking in time with his thrusts. The discomfort in his back began transforming, gradually bleeding into a pleasure that matched with the one building in his groin. “I don’t need you to love me. I just need for you to come on my cock like a good, little omega.”
Cloud bit his lip, fighting back those sounds just as he had before. Rufus adjusted his angle. When the boy arched with a gasp and an electric bolt went up Rufus’s spine, the alpha zeroed in on that spot. Cloud writhed, rocking his body back into Rufus all while maintaining eye contact.
Rufus smirked. “Good boy, you’re learning. You deserve a reward.”
Moving away from a now dripping cock, Rufus rubbed his thumb over that throbbing clit. Whining low in his throat, Cloud began to go cross-eyed. “Sir, I’m—” he shivered and fought to keep his eyes open. “I’m gonna come.”
“I know, pet. I told you, you could.” Rufus swirled around that pearl and felt, hot, silken walls flutter and gush around his length. His knot was forming, popping in and out of Cloud’s pussy with obscene squelches.
“Now come.”
Cloud tumbled over that edge with a scream. Velvet walls clinched around him. Rufus continued to fuck Cloud through his orgasm, drawing it out as the young man’s cock spirted long stripes of cum and painted reddened tits with streaks of pearly white.
Just as Cloud was coming down from his high, his eyes shot open and snapped to Rufus. The man laughed. “Don’t worry, pet. I’ll forgive you.”
The boy winced as Rufus’s growing knot uncomfortably snagged the edges of his cunt. “Please, can you stop? It’s too much.”
Even as the words left that lying mouth, Rufus felt the stirring of another climax forming in the omega’s core. The alpha huffed, “I think you’ll learn to enjoy it.” He bent down, covering Cloud with his body, and began pistoning his hips with reckless abandon.
“You may hold on to me.” Rufus gasped, feeling his own pleasure increasing. Muscled arms snapped around him and blunt nails burrowed into his skin. Rufus mouthed at his mark, tasting traces of his venom and blood. Cloud moaned in his ear and his pussy squeezed around the alpha’s knot as if begging it to stay inside.
Rufus sank his fangs back into his raw mark as his climax washed over him, pumping another dose of venom into Cloud as his cock flooded the omega’s empty womb. Knot locked inside Cloud’s pussy, the breeding orgasm milked Rufus for all he was worth.
The one-sided bond snapped into place and Rufus suddenly became hyperaware of the state of the body beneath him. The aches in Cloud’s pussy and nipples, the uncomfortable pressure of his hips as they were crushed to the desk, the physical weight of the collar encircling his throat; the euphoria of the bite, bond, and mating as well as the fear, anger, and hatred for the alpha that gave it all to him. Rufus smiled into the boy’s neck.
Rising slowly, Rufus gazed down at his omega. Cloud looked absolutely wrecked. Red-rimmed, hooded eyes watched him but didn’t really see him. Pink lips parted with tiny huffs. Dark nipples still pebbled as glistening cum began to dry against damp skin. A softened cock rested against a twitching abdomen. Rufus was still impaled in that deliciously warm pussy and would remain so for the next half an hour at least. Pressed against his pubic mound was a shivering, little clitoris, still swollen with blood. Rufus gave it an appreciative rub and nearly passed out when Cloud’s cunt massaged his knot and ripped more cum from his cock.
Cloud pushed weakly at his shoulders. “No.”
Rufus lethargically slipped his arms beneath the limp body and lifted Cloud off his desk. Both of them dropped into Rufus’s chair, forcing his knot deeper and sending bolts of pleasure through their bellies. They moaned simultaneously. Cloud slumped against Rufus’s clothed chest, nose brushing against the alpha’s flawless mating gland and inhaling the pheromones oozing from it. The scent of sated alpha turning the omega’s bones to jelly.
“Don’t worry pet,” Rufus muttered lapping at the mark. “Round two will be in a proper bed.”