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The scent of burnt coffee and recycled paper clung to Michael Kaiser's office, a familiar, oppressive blanket. His blonde hair, streaked with electric blue, falling artfully across his forehead, he meticulously reviewed a complex financial report. The blue rose tattoo on his neck, a swirling testament to both beauty and sharp edges, seemed to pulse with his focus.He scowled at the towering stacks of documents on his mahogany desk, the numbers blurring into an endless, meaningless stream. A shrill, insistent trill sliced through the quiet office, his phone vibrating against the polished wood. He glanced at the caller ID, a muscle twitching in his jaw. Mother. He knew what this meant.
"What is it?" he snapped, the irritation evident in his tone the moment he answered.
A high-pitched and insistent voice, dripping with forced sweetness, purred through the receiver. "Michael, mein schatz. It's been far too long. Your poor mother misses you so much."
Kaiser rolled his eyes, a silent, weary gesture. "Mother, I am rather occupied. The company does not run by itself, you know. And my schedule... it's rather demanding." He tapped a pen against the desk, a rhythmic, impatient sound.
"Nonsense, darling. You're working too hard. A handsome Alpha like you needs to relax, to socialize! I've arranged a lovely dinner this evening. The daughter of the Von Stresemann family – an Omega, I heard she's quite charming. You remember little Annelise, don't you?"
'Who the fuck is Annelise?' He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Mother, we've been over this. I'm not interested in your matchmaking schemes. And no, I don't remember any 'little Annelise'." His voice hardened. "I need to focus on the company."
"Oh, but Michael, you're not getting any younger! And you need a proper mate, a family. Someone to soften that...'heart' of yours. Just come for dinner. For me? Please?" Her voice took on a pleading, manipulative edge he knew all too well.
A long, suffering sigh escaped him. He knew better than to argue. His mother, a formidable Alpha herself, had a way of turning his 'no' into an eventual 'yes'. "Fine. I'll be there. But don't expect me to be charming, and no matchmaking, understand? I am perfectly capable of selecting my own mate."
"Wonderful! I'll send the car. See you then, my dear." The line went dead.
Kaiser tossed his phone onto the desk, the soft thud echoing his frustration. He ran a hand through his blonde hair. 'Another wasted evening.' He hated these forced encounters, the simpering Omegas his mother paraded before him, each one more vapid than the last, their pheromones are like a cloying, artificial sweetness that did nothing but make his stomach churn. He hadn't felt a genuine spark, a true pull, in years. His rut cycles were a nuisance he always managed with suppressants, his libido a beast he kept firmly caged, channeling its raw energy into his ruthless ambition.
***
Hours later, the city lights began to prickle through the deepening sky. Kaiser sat in the plush leather backseat of his sleek black sedan, his driver, was a stoic Beta named Hans, navigating the bustling city streets. He stared out the window, the towering skyscrapers blurring into a monotonous grey. His mind, usually sharp and analytical, felt sluggish, weighed down by the prospect of another forced engagement. Then, a splash of unexpected color caught his eye.
Tucked between a towering glass office building and an old bookstore, was a small, shop front glowed with a soft, inviting light. "Blue Hues," was a hand-painted sign, adorned with delicate floral motifs. A flower shop? In this part of the city, amidst the steel and glass, it felt like an anomaly, a tiny, defiant breath of nature. A strange curiosity pricked at him. He hadn't bought his mother flowers in years, usually opting for some expensive, impersonal gift. Perhaps a peace offering for his inevitable rudeness tonight will do today.
"Hans," he commanded, his voice cutting through the hum of the engine. "Stop here. I need to make a quick detour."
Hans, ever efficient, pulled the car smoothly to the curb. Kaiser exited, The city noise, muffled moments before, now enveloped him – the distant wail of a siren, the rumble of traffic, the chatter of pedestrians. He walked towards the shop, a faint, sweet aroma beginning to tease his senses, a stark contrast to the city's usual exhaust fumes and metallic tang.
The bell above the door chimed, a cheerful, almost musical sound, as he stepped inside. The air in "Blue Hues" was a tapestry of scents; damp earth, fresh-cut stems, the delicate perfume of lilies and roses, a vibrant, living fragrance that instantly soothed something tight within him. And then, there was him.
A slender figure, back turned, arranging a cascade of white lilies in a tall vase. His dark blue hair, a soft, inviting mess, caught the faint light. He moved with a gentle, almost ethereal grace, his slender fingers arranging a cascade of white lilies. He was an Omega, Kaiser knew instinctively, a powerful, intoxicating sweetness blooming around him, unlike any he'd encountered. This wasn't the cloying, perfumed scent of his mother's socialites; this was pure, potent, utterly natural. It hit Kaiser like a physical blow, a sudden, unexpected jolt that bypassed his carefully constructed defenses. His senses sharpened, every nerve ending alive. His cock, dormant for so long, stirred, a faint throb beginning deep within him.
The young man turned, alerted by the bell. "Welcome," he murmured, his voice soft, melodic. His eyes, a startling, deep blue, met Kaiser's. Or rather, they seemed to gaze past him, a slight unfocused quality to them.
Kaiser found himself rooted to the spot, his usual arrogance momentarily forgotten. He inhaled deeply, the Omega's pheromones swirling around him, a delicate, irresistible pull. He felt an inexplicable urge to move closer, to immerse himself in that intoxicating cloud. He took a step, then another, drawn by an invisible thread.
"Can I help you find anything?" the Omega asked, a polite smile gracing his lips. He tilted his head slightly, as if listening intently, his body language conveying a subtle uncertainty.
Kaiser closed the distance between them, his tall frame looming over the smaller man. He could see the fine texture of his skin, the almost translucent quality of his earlobes. The Omega's scent was even stronger now, a sweet, earthy musk that made Kaiser's head spin. The desire to inhale that captivating scent, to bury his face in the curve of that neck, was overwhelming. He reached out, an instinctual, uncontrolled movement, his hand hovering near the Omega's cheek.
The Omega flinched, a quick, almost imperceptible movement, then raised a hand, slowly, tentatively, as if feeling for something in the air. His fingers brushed Kaiser's chest, light as a feather, then moved upward, searching. "Excuse me," he said, a faint flush rising on his cheeks. "I... I can't quite see you properly. My vision is... limited." He lowered his hand, a small, self-deprecating smile on his face. "I apologize if my actions confused you. It's just... sometimes it's hard to gauge distances."
Kaiser's hand dropped, his brow furrowed. Blind? He hadn't noticed. He was too consumed by the Omega's scent, his delicate features, the perfect curve of his lips. The revelation did nothing to diminish his attraction; if anything, it intensified it, adding a layer of vulnerability that stirred a primal protectiveness within him.
"It's fine," Kaiser managed, his voice a little rougher than he intended. He cleared his throat. "I... I need a bouquet. Blue roses."
The Omega nodded, his movements still graceful despite his impairment. "Blue roses. A lovely choice." He turned, reaching for a slender white cane propped against a shelf, tapping it gently on the wooden floor as he navigated the narrow aisles. Kaiser watched him, mesmerized. The way his head tilted, the slight shift of his weight as he sensed his surroundings, the delicate precision of his movements – it was all captivating. 'Cute.' The thought surprised him, a soft, unfamiliar emotion blooming in his chest.
"So," Kaiser began, leaning against a counter, attempting a casual air. "You run this place all by yourself?"
The Omega paused, his fingers tracing the rim of a vase. "Mostly. Sometimes I have a friend help with deliveries." He didn't look at Kaiser, his attention focused on selecting the perfect stems.
"And you're not worried about... well, running a business alone?" Kaiser watched the way the light caught the strands of his dark hair, the subtle curve of his neck.
"Worried about what, exactly?" The Omega's voice held a surprising edge, a hint of steel beneath the softness.
Kaiser smirked. "Oh, you know. Troublesome Alphas. The big city. People taking advantage."
The Omega let out a short, dismissive huff. "I can manage. I'm not a child." He pulled a handful of deep blue roses, their petals unfurling in rich layers, then moved to a workbench.
"What's your name?" Kaiser asked, his voice low, a playful challenge in his tone. "Or do you prefer to remain mysterious, enchanting me with your floral talents?
The florist paused, his hand hovering over a bucket of deep blue roses. A faint flush touched his cheeks. "I'm not enchanting anyone. Just selling flowers." He selected several perfect blooms, his fingers deftly assessing their freshness.
"Oh, I beg to differ," Kaiser purred, moving closer, his rich alpha pheromones subtly expanding, a silent claim. "Your presence alone is quite enchanting, mein liebe. And that scent... irresistible."
The florist stiffened, his shoulders squaring. "Look, I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm just trying to work. If you want flowers, I'll arrange them. If you want to flirt, take it elsewhere." His voice was sharper now, a surprising bite to it. "And don't call me 'mein liebe' or whatever that is."
Kaiser chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that seemed to vibrate through the air. "Feisty. I like it." He leaned against the counter, observing the florist as he began to strip thorns from the rose stems. "Such lovely hands. So gentle with the roses, yet so quick to dismiss me. A contradiction, wouldn't you say?"
The florist snatched a sheet of dark green paper, wrapping it around the roses with practiced efficiency. "I'd say you're wasting my time. Are you buying these or not?" He didn't look up, but Kaiser could see the tension in his shoulders, the slight tremor in his fingers. His pheromones, though still sweet, now carried a faint note of agitation, a delightful cocktail.
"Of course, I'm buying them," Kaiser replied, his smile widening. "I always pay for what I desire." He paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "My name is Michael. Michael Kaiser."
A moment of silence stretched between them, punctuated only by the soft rustle of leaves. The Omega's fingers stilled for a fraction of a second, then resumed their work. He seemed to hesitate, a slight tension in his shoulders. Finally, he spoke, his voice almost a whisper. "Isagi. Yoichi Isagi."
Kaiser's smile widened. "Yoichi," Kaiser repeated, savoring the sound. "A beautiful name for a beautiful florist." He watched Isagi's face, the way the blush deepened, the slight pout of his lips. He was being thoroughly ignored, yet his body reactions were a symphony of flustered delight. It was utterly charming. "Your arrangements are truly stunning, Yoichi. Just like you."
Isagi's cheeks flushed, a faint pink spreading across his pale skin. He didn't look up, but Kaiser saw the subtle tightening of his jaw. "Just focus on the flowers."
"It's hard to focus on flowers when there's something far more captivating in front of me," Kaiser purred, his eyes raking over Isagi's slender form. His pheromones, subtle but insistent, began to seep into the air, mingling with Isagi's own.
Isagi's movements became a little less fluid, a slight tremor in his hands as he reached for a sprig of baby's breath. Kaiser watched, fascinated, as Isagi's delicate nostrils flared, a deep, unconscious inhale. He saw the faint shiver that ran through Isagi's body, the way his lips parted slightly, then pressed together, as if to contain a swelling sensation. Isagi's scent, already potent, seemed to bloom even further, a richer, sweeter note now added to its composition.
"Are you... staring at me?" Isagi finally asked, his voice low, a hint of unease in it. He couldn't see, but he felt the intensity of Kaiser's gaze, the weight of it. And Kaiser's pheromones, they were... overwhelming. Sweet, commanding, utterly Alpha. His body was reacting, a deep thrumming starting in his core, a sudden, almost painful awareness of his own Omega nature.
"No," Kaiser lied smoothly, his eyes still fixed on Isagi, taking in every detail of his flushed face, the way his chest rose and fell a little faster. He observed the subtle tightening of Isagi's nipples beneath his thin shirt, the sudden wetness that bloomed between his thighs. He feels it too. The thought sent a jolt of raw triumph through Kaiser. "Just admiring your artistry."
Isagi squinted, his head tilting, as if trying to force his eyes to focus, to pierce through the veil of his limited vision. He couldn't make out Kaiser's features, only a tall, imposing blur, but the Alpha's scent, a rich, sweet blend of expensive cologne and something inherently primal, was all too clear. He bit his lip, trying to regain some semblance of composure, to quell the wild emotions within him. It was embarrassing, this immediate, instinct response to a complete stranger.
Kaiser watched Isagi intently, a predator observing its prey. The bitten lip, the trembling hands, the rapid rise and fall of his chest. It was a symphony of desire, a silent confession that screamed volumes. 'So fucking Seductive.' The word echoed in his mind, and a possessive heat flared in his gut. He wanted this Omega, wanted him with an intensity that surprised even himself.
Finally, Isagi finished the bouquet, a perfect arrangement of vibrant blue roses nestled amongst delicate white fillers. He held it out, his hand steady once more. "That'll be...120$"
Kaiser paid, his fingers brushing Isagi's as he took the bouquet. The fleeting contact sent a jolt through both of them. Kaiser lingered, his gaze tracing the soft curve of Isagi's cheek, the delicate line of his jaw. Then, unable to resist, he reached out, gently patting Isagi's head, his fingers tangling in the soft, dark hair.
Isagi flinched violently, swatting Kaiser's hand away with a sharp, annoyed flick. "Don't touch me!"
Kaiser only chuckled, a deep, satisfied sound. "Such fire. I like it." He glanced at Isagi one last time, a silent promise in his eyes, then turned and exited the shop, the bell chiming his departure.
Back in the car, the scent of blue roses filled the luxurious interior. Kaiser leaned back, a genuine smile gracing his lips, something rare and utterly unforced. He could still see Isagi's flushed face, the tremble in his hands, the way his body reacted to Kaiser's presence. And his scent... God, his scent was intoxicating. A low growl rumbled in Kaiser's chest as he felt the undeniable stiffening beneath his expensive trousers. His dick, usually so controlled, throbbed with a life of its own.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, a mixture of frustration and exhilaration. He had never felt this before, this immediate, overpowering pull. He had flings, yes, countless of them, but always superficial, always fleeting. This was different. This was...interest. He glanced at the blue roses beside him, their petals a deep, velvety blue. He would be back. Oh yes, he would definitely be back again.
***
And he was. Every single day.
Kaiser found himself drawn to "Blue Hues" like a moth to a flame. The visits became a daily ritual. Kaiser's sleek car would pull up outside every day, the bell would chime, announcing his arrival; And every day, Isagi would greet him with a sigh, a roll of his eyes, or a sharp retort, while Kaiser would simply smile, his alpha pheromones wrapping around the small shop like a velvet cloak. He'd always arrive, in the morning or in the afternoon, always with an excuse to buy flowers. A bouquet for his secretary, for a business associate, for an imaginary aunt. Due to his frequent visits, Kaiser noticed the subtle changes, the faint blush that would creep up Isagi's neck when he flirted, the slight tremor in his hands when Kaiser's pheromones grew a little too potent, the way his head would subtly turn towards the sound of Kaiser's voice, even when he pretended to ignore him.
"Mein Liebe," Kaiser purred one afternoon, leaning against the counter, watching Isagi meticulously arrange a vase of sunflowers. "Those sunflowers are almost as radiant as you are."
Isagi scoffed, not even bothering to look up. "Stop calling me that. And just pick your damn flowers, Kaiser. You're holding up my business."
"But my business is 'you', mein Liebe," Kaiser countered, his voice dripping with amusement. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of a sunflower petal. "I'm here to admire the most beautiful blossom in this shop."
Isagi's jaw tightened. "I'm not a blossom. And I'm not interested in your empty flattery."
"Empty? Oh no, Isagi. My words are filled with the deepest admiration. For your talent, your beauty, your... captivating spirit." Kaiser let his pheromones deepen, a rich, sweet current swirling around them.
Isagi inhaled sharply, a faint tremor running through him. He hated how easily Kaiser's scent affected him, how his body betrayed his attempts at indifference. A prickle of heat began to spread through his lower abdomen. "Just... choose something," he mumbled, his voice a little strained.
Kaiser watched him, a possessive gleam in his blue eyes. He knew Isagi felt it, felt the pull, the undeniable attraction. He loved the way Isagi tried to fight it, the way his body reacted despite his protests. It only made him want to dominate him more.
***
"Good afternoon, mein liebe," Kaiser greeted, leaning against the door of Blue Hues, a fresh, expensive suit clinging to his muscular frame. "Another day, another opportunity to brighten my dull existence with your radiant presence."
Isagi, meticulously trimming the leaves off a bouquet of white carnations, ignored him. "What do you want today, Mihya?" he asked, his voice flat, but Kaiser could detect the faint tremor, the slight flush that always crept up Isagi's neck. Mihya. His nickname for Kaiser. It was a small victory, a grudging acknowledgment.
"Just your company, as always," Kaiser replied, his eyes tracing the delicate curve of Isagi's neck, the way his dark hair brushed against it. "And perhaps a single red rose. For passion."
Isagi scoffed, a soft, breathy sound. "You're full of it. Passion. You probably buy roses for every omega you meet." He moved towards the cooler, his steps deliberate.
"Only for the ones who truly capture my attention," Kaiser countered, pushing himself off to the door, following Isagi. He watched the way Isagi's hips swayed, the precise movements of his hands as he selected a perfect crimson bloom. "And you, Yoichi, have certainly done that."
Isagi plucked the rose, his fingers brushing against a petal. "Nonsense," he muttered, turning back to the counter. "Anything else?"
"Your undivided attention," Kaiser murmured, stepping closer, his rich alpha scent intensifying. He reached out, his hand hovering inches from Isagi's face. "I wonder... can you truly not see anything at all?" He moved his hand slowly, deliberately, left, then right, watching Isagi's eyes, which remained fixed, unseeing.
Isagi ignored Kaiser, the shop was quiet, the city's distant roar a muted backdrop. Isagi's scent was particularly strong today, a sweet, inviting cloud that made Kaiser's head swim.
A fresh wave of Isagi's pheromones washed over Kaiser, potent and intoxicating. It was the scent of ripe peaches and damp earth after a summer rain, a sweetness layered with something wild and untamed. Kaiser's mind went blank, his carefully constructed control beginning to fray. An overwhelming urge to bury his face in that soft neck, to breathe him in, to claim him, surged through him. His body leaned in, an unstoppable force, his head bending, drawn by an invisible magnet towards Isagi's neck. His fangs ached, a primal instinct screaming at him to bite, to mark.
"Kaiser? M-mihya are you still there?" Isagi's voice, soft and innocent, cut through the haze. He moved his head slightly, as if searching for the source of the sudden, intense scent, the warm presence so close to him. He was unaware of how close Kaiser had come, how his breath ghosted over his skin.
Kaiser recoiled, a sharp intake of breath. He straightened up, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead. Too close. He had almost lost control. He mentally cursed himself, then forced a nonchalant tone. "Yes, mein Liebe? Did you finally decide to acknowledge my existence?"
Isagi frowned, still turning his head. "You were... very close, weren't you? Your scent is suddenly very strong."
Kaiser chuckled, a dry, slightly strained sound. "Perhaps I was admiring your technique. Or perhaps I simply enjoy your company." He took a deep breath, trying to steady his pounding heart. "Tell me, Yoichi. Would you allow me the honor of taking you to dinner tonight?"
Isagi froze, his hands holding some orchids. The question hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. His face flushed a brilliant crimson, his mouth opening and closing soundlessly. "Dinner?" he finally managed, his voice barely a whisper. "With... with me?"
"Unless there's another stunning Omega in the room I'm unaware of," Kaiser drawled, a playful smirk returning to his lips. "Yes, with you mein liebe."
Isagi bit his lip, his gaze dropping to the blurry orchids. His heart hammered against his ribs. Dinner with Kaiser? The arrogant, infuriating Alpha who pestered him daily, whose scent made his knees weak. "I... I don't know," he stammered, a wave of shyness washing over him. "I mean, I'm... you know. Blind. Are you sure you're fine with that?"
Kaiser scoffed, moving closer again, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. "Yoichi. Your vision, or lack thereof, is utterly irrelevant to me. I'm interested in 'you'. All of you." He reached out, his finger gently tracing the line of Isagi's jaw. "Your sharp wit, your beautiful hands, your captivating scent... everything."
Isagi's breath hitched. The touch, light as it was, sent a jolt of electricity through him. His skin tingled where Kaiser's finger had been. He desperately wanted to act cool, to dismiss the Alpha, but his body was screaming a different story. "I... I guess," he mumbled, trying to sound indifferent, though his voice trembled slightly. "But don't expect me to be impressed by your expensive tastes."
Kaiser's grin widened. "Excellent. Seven o'clock. I'll pick you up here." He leaned in, his lips brushing Isagi's ear, sending a shiver down the Omega's spine. "And try to be a little less bratty, mein Liebe. Just for tonight."
***
The restaurant was a symphony of hushed elegance, a soft jazz, the clink of silverware against fine dinnerware, the murmur of polite conversation. Kaiser had chosen a discreet, exclusive establishment, its walls adorned with abstract art, its tables draped in crisp white linen. Isagi, dressed in a simple but elegant dark blue shirt that complemented his hair and slim-fitting trousers, looked utterly adorable. Kaiser couldn't tear his eyes away from him.
"Anything you desire, mein liebe," Kaiser said, his voice low and rich across the table. "Tell me what you want, and I shall order it for you." He watched Isagi, a possessive warmth spreading through him. The Omega's beauty, even without his sight, was undeniable.
Isagi fidgeted with the napkin in his lap, the unfamiliar grandeur of the place making him a little self-conscious. "I... this is all very new. I don't usually eat in places like this." He paused, then, hesitantly, "Maybe... sushi? Or salmon?"
Kaiser's heart swelled. Adorable. Utterly, completely adorable. "Sushi and salmon it is," he confirmed, a genuine smile on his face. He called a waiter over with a subtle hand gesture, a young, well-built Alpha with slicked-back hair and an overly confident smirk.
The waiter approached, a professional smile plastered on his face, "We'll have the Omakase for two, and a bottle of the '08 Château Margaux," Kaiser instructed, his voice smooth and confident. But Kaiser noticed the way the waiter's eyes lingered on Isagi, openly admiring, assessing. While Isagi, oblivious, simply sat there, his head tilted slightly, like an obedient puppy waiting for instructions. A flash of pure, unadulterated possessiveness ripped through Kaiser. The fucking nerve of this recessive Alpha to stare at his Omega?
Kaiser's knuckles whitened under the table. He forced himself to take a slow, deep breath, battling the surge of primal anger. He wouldn't make a scene, not here, not now. But the waiter needed a clear message.
"Come closer," Kaiser commanded, his voice barely above a whisper, but with an underlying steel that made the waiter falter. "I need to whisper something."
The waiter, sensing the shift in Kaiser's demeanor, gulped, his confident smirk dissolving. He leaned in, his ear close to Kaiser's lips.
Kaiser's gaze hardened, his blue eyes like chips of ice. His voice dropped to a guttural snarl, laced with a potent, unspoken threat. "Listen carefully, you insignificant Alpha. That Omega across from me? He's mine. Now, take your eyes off him, focus on your fucking job, and make sure our order is perfect. Or I will ensure you never work in this city again. Do you fucking understand?" He punctuated the threat with a chilling glare, allowing a sliver of his dominant Alpha pheromones to seep out, a warning growl that sent a shiver down the waiter's spine.
The waiter paled, his eyes wide with fear. He nodded frantically, "Yes, sir! Of course, sir! My apologies!" stammering an apology before practically fleeing the table.
Isagi, oblivious to the silent skirmish, turned his head towards Kaiser. "Is everything alright? You were whispering."
Kaiser forced a relaxed smile, the anger still simmering beneath the surface. He reached across the table, taking Isagi's hand, his thumb stroking the soft skin. "Everything is perfectly fine, mein liebe. Just ensuring our dinner is prepared to perfection." He released a wave of his pheromones, a calming, protective scent that enveloped Isagi, marking him, claiming him, a silent declaration to any lingering Alpha in the vicinity, This Omega is taken.
Isagi's breath hitched again, the familiar, intoxicating scent of Kaiser swirling around him, a comforting, yet deeply arousing cloud. His body responded instantly, a delicious warmth spreading through him, his core tingling. He leaned into the scent, unconsciously seeking its embrace.
The Omakase arrived, a parade of exquisitely presented dishes. Kaiser insisted on feeding Isagi, holding a delicate piece of salmon to his lips.
"Open up, mein liebe," Kaiser instructed, his voice soft while holding a delicate piece of salmon sushi to Isagi's lips. "Let me feed you."
Isagi's cheeks flushed. "Kaiser! I can feed myself." He tried to sound indignant, but his voice was soft, laced with a hint of embarrassment.
"Nonsense," Kaiser countered, his eyes twinkling. "Tonight, you are my guest, and I want to spoil you. Now, open."
Isagi huffed, a small, petulant sound, but he reluctantly opened his mouth. The salmon sushi was exquisite, melting on his tongue. "Mmm," he hummed, chewing slowly. "It's good. But why are you the only one feeding me? Aren't you going to eat?"
Kaiser leaned in, his voice dropping to a suggestive whisper. "Oh, I'll be eating later tonight, Isagi. Plenty of eating. I need you to build up your stamina for it."
Isagi's eyes widened, a hot blush spreading from his neck to his ears. He understood. The implication, raw and carnal, sent a thrilling shiver through him. He looked away, embarrassed, but a delicious heat bloomed in his core. "You're... impossible."
Kaiser merely chuckled, enjoying the sight of the flustered omega.
***
After dinner, instead of heading towards Isagi's house, Kaiser directed Hans towards a private property nestled high in the hills overlooking the city. The drive was quiet, filled with the comfortable hum of the engine and the subtle interplay of their pheromones.
"Where are we going?" Isagi asked, his voice soft, a hint of curiosity in it.
"A place where we can truly talk," Kaiser replied, his hand finding Isagi's in the dark, his fingers intertwining. He felt a pang of regret. He had intended to bring Isagi here to show him the breathtaking view of the city lights, a glittering tapestry spread beneath them. But Isagi wouldn't see it. He cursed himself for his thoughtlessness. Still, the property was secluded, the air clean and fresh, fragrant with the wild roses and lavender that grew in abundance. It would be peaceful.
They stepped out onto a wide, stone terrace. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of flowers and damp earth. Kaiser guided Isagi to a stone bench, settling beside him. He kept Isagi's hand in his, his other hand reaching up, gently stroking Isagi's soft, dark hair.
Isagi flinched slightly at the sudden touch, his senses heightened in the darkness. He couldn't see Kaiser's actions, only feel the warmth of his hand, the gentle caress.
"Yoichi," Kaiser murmured, his voice a low thrum against the quiet night. He slowly lifted Isagi's hand, guiding it to his own face. "Touch me, mein liebe."
Isagi's fingers, tentative at first, made contact with Kaiser's forehead. He traced the smooth skin, then moved to his eyebrows, feeling the slight arch, the fine hairs. His fingertips brushed over Kaiser's eyes, closed now, revealing the long lashes. He felt the sharp, elegant line of Kaiser's nose, the full, firm curve of his lips. He followed the strong line of Kaiser's jaw, the subtle stubble, down to his neck. His fingers brushed against something raised, intricate. He traced it, feeling the delicate peaks and valleys.
"A tattoo," Isagi whispered, his voice hushed with wonder. He squinted, as if trying to force his eyes to create an image. "Is it a rose? With thorns?"
Kaiser's breath hitched. He knew. Even without seeing, he had perceived it. "Yes, mein liebe. A blue rose. You're quite perceptive." He held Isagi's hand firmly against his neck, inhaling deeply, drawing in the sweet, intoxicating scent of his Omega. "You are so beautiful, Yoichi. Your face, your body, your personality, your scent... everything. Your disability...is merely a part of you, it's not a flaw. I would love you still regardless."
Isagi's hand trembled against Kaiser's neck. His heart was pounding a frantic rhythm against his ribs. He felt a dizzying rush of emotions – happiness, confusion, a deep, aching longing. He couldn't see Kaiser's expression, couldn't interpret the subtle shifts in his face, but he felt the sincerity in his voice, the raw emotion in his touch. This was all so new, so overwhelming.
Kaiser leaned in, his forehead resting against Isagi's. "Yoichi," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I... I am attracted to you. More than I've ever been attracted to anyone. I want you to be my mate. I want to date you, to be with you, forever. I want to mark you, to claim you, to cherish you. Please let me."
Isagi's hands began to tremble violently, not from fear, but from a profound, exhilarating joy. His mind reeled. Mate? Forever? He felt a sudden, fierce rush of affection for this arrogant Alpha, this man who saw past his blindness, who pursued him with such unwavering intensity. He was scared, yes, but also... deeply, irrevocably drawn.
Slowly, hesitantly, Isagi reached out, his arms encircling Kaiser's neck. He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but Kaiser felt it, felt the soft brush of Isagi's cheek against his.
A triumphant roar erupted in Kaiser's chest, a primal surge of relief and exhilaration. He pulled Isagi tighter, crushing him against his chest, burying his face in the soft, dark hair. "Mein Liebe," he breathed, his voice hoarse. "My Yoichi."
As their bodies pressed together, a sudden, overwhelming wave of heat washed over Isagi. His muscles tensed, then relaxed, his body losing its strength, becoming pliant against Kaiser's. A wave of his own pheromones exploded from him, a sweet, potent cloud that instantly saturated the air, mingling with Kaiser's. It was raw, intoxicating, unmistakable.
It was Isagi's Heat.
Kaiser stiffened, his eyes widening. Isagi's pheromones hit him like a physical blow, a direct assault on his Alpha instincts. His carefully maintained control shattered. A deep, guttural growl rumbled in his chest, his own body responding with a violent, undeniable urge. He can feel his rut coming, fast and furious, triggered by Isagi's potent heat. He tried to pull away, to regain some semblance of sanity, but Isagi clung to him, his small hands fisting in Kaiser's expensive shirt.
"Mihya...," Isagi whimpered, his voice laced with a raw, desperate need. His hips began to writhe, unconsciously grinding against Kaiser's hardening erection. A soft moan escaped him, a sound that tore through Kaiser's last vestiges of control. "Ah...please, Mihya...I...I need...so hot..."
Kaiser's vision swam, his blood roaring in his ears. The world narrowed to Isagi's scent, Isagi's touch, Isagi's desperate whimpers. Every instinct screamed at him to throw Isagi down, to take him right here, right now. But a tiny, rational part of his brain, a sliver of the man he usually was, fought back. He couldn't just take him. Not like this.
He scooped Isagi up into his arms, the Omega surprisingly light, his legs wrapping instinctively around Kaiser's waist. Isagi's head relaxed against his shoulder, his breath coming in short, panting gasps, his body a furnace against Kaiser's. "Hold on, mein liebe," Kaiser rasped, his voice thick with unfulfilled desire. He practically ran back to the car, his movements jerky with urgency.
"Hans! To my estate. Now!" he barked, his Alpha pheromones flaring, a sharp, commanding scent that made Hans flinch and immediately accelerate.
The drive was a blur of primal need. Isagi whimpered and mewled against Kaiser's neck, his hands clutching, his hips bucking. "Nghh... Mihya... so good... your scent..." he moaned, burying his face in Kaiser's shoulder, inhaling deeply. Kaiser's own rut was building, a searing pressure in his groin, his fangs aching with the desire to mark. He bit down hard on his own hand, the sharp pain a momentary anchor against the tide of instinct. 'Fucking control yourself Kaiser. We need his consent.' He had to ask.
They burst into Kaiser's opulent penthouse. He didn't bother with lights, the ambient glow of the city through the panoramic windows providing enough illumination. He carried Isagi straight to his bedroom, a vast space dominated by a king-sized bed. He gently lowered Isagi onto the cool sheets, but Isagi didn't release him, his legs still wrapped around Kaiser's waist, pulling him down.
Kaiser found himself hovering above Isagi, his hands braced on either side of Isagi's head. Isagi's eyes were half-lidded, his lips swollen, a flush painting his cheeks and neck. His scent was a dizzying siren song, pulling Kaiser deeper into his rut. Kaiser fumbled in his pocket, his hand shaking as he pulled out a small vial of suppressants. He held them up, his voice hoarse, strained.
"Yoichi," he managed, his gaze locked on the Omega's flushed face. "Mein Liebe. Your heat...my rut...I...I have suppressants. If you don't want this...if you're not ready...please tell me." Kaiser breathlessly said.
Isagi's eyes fluttered open fully, a spark of fierce desire in their depths. He reached up, his fingers tangling in Kaiser's blonde hair, pulling him down. "No!" he gasped, his voice raw.
"No suppressants, Mihya. Please...make me yours. Mate me. Now. I want you... Ah!" A powerful tremor shook his body, his hips arching upwards, begging for release. "Make me yours, Mihya...please."
Isagi’s eyes, though still unseeing, seemed to find Kaiser’s. His body arched, a soft, desperate whimper escaping his lips. He reached out, his trembling fingers grabbing Kaiser’s shirt, pulling him down, closer. "Yes," Isagi whispered, his voice thick with heat, with desire. "Please, Mihya. Make me yours. Mate me. Now."
Kaiser’s last shred of self-control snapped. He tossed the suppressant aside, his alpha instincts unleashed. He fell onto the bed, covering Isagi’s writhing form with his own. Their lips met, a fierce, hungry clash of teeth and tongues. Isagi tasted of sweet desperation, of primal longing. Kaiser’s tongue plunged into Isagi’s mouth, exploring every soft crevice, sucking on his tongue, devouring his gasps. Their saliva mingled, a hot, slick exchange.
Kaiser broke the kiss, his lips trailing down Isagi’s jaw, biting lightly, leaving a trail of kisses. Kaiser tore at their clothes, buttons flying, fabric ripping. He stripped Isagi first, his hands trembling as he revealed the soft, pale skin beneath. Isagi was beautiful, his body delicate yet perfectly formed, his Omega curves accentuated by the rising heat. Kaiser's gaze lingered on Isagi's engorged nipples, hard and pleading. He lowered his head, suckling at one, then the other, eliciting a sharp, breathless gasp from Isagi. "Mihya! Oh...ahh..."
Isagi’s hands, surprisingly strong, clawed at Kaiser’s shirt, desperate to feel more skin, more heat. Kaiser ripped the rest of his own clothes, his impressive alpha body, sculpted and powerful, revealed. His cock, thick and engorged, pulsed with a life of its own, heavy and insistent.
"So beautiful, mein liebe," Kaiser breathed, his voice thick with lust, his eyes devouring Isagi’s naked form. He pushed Isagi’s legs apart, revealing the pink, swollen entrance to his slick asshole. A thin sheen of pre-cum glistened on Isagi’s opening, already anticipating Kaiser’s touch.
Kaiser leaned down, his tongue darting out, tasting the sweet, musky scent of Isagi’s heat. He licked the sensitive skin around Isagi’s hole, eliciting a sharp gasp, a desperate arch of Isagi’s hips.
"Mihya… please…" Isagi moaned, his fingers tangling in Kaiser’s blonde hair, pulling him closer.
Kaiser slipped a finger into Isagi’s slick opening, slowly, carefully. Isagi gasped, his body tensing, then relaxing into the intrusion. Kaiser began to move his finger, slowly circling, stretching. He added another, then a third, his fingers working in and out, preparing Isagi, stretching him, making him ready. Isagi whimpered, his hips bucking, his body desperate for more. The shlicking sound of Kaiser’s fingers sliding in and out of Isagi’s wet hole filled the air, a primal rhythm.
"You’re so tight, mein liebe," Kaiser rasped, his breath hot against Isagi’s ear. "So wet for me." He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to Isagi’s mouth. "Taste yourself, Yoichi. Taste how ready you are."
Isagi, in a haze of heat and desire, instinctively licked Kaiser’s fingers, tasting his own sweet, musky scent, mixed with Kaiser’s potent alpha pheromones. A moan of pure pleasure rumbled in his throat.
Kaiser positioned himself between Isagi’s legs, his thick cock throbbing against Isagi’s opening. Isagi’s hands searched down, guiding Kaiser, pulling him closer, desperate for the penetration.
"Are you ready, mein liebe?" Kaiser asked, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked on Isagi’s flushed face.
"Yes, Mihya. Please. Now!" Isagi cried, his hips lifting, begging.
Kaiser pushed, slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Isagi gasped, a sharp cry escaping his lips as Kaiser’s thick head breached his entrance, stretching him to his limits. The feeling was immense, overwhelming, a delicious pain. Kaiser pushed deeper, his balls slapping against Isagi’s ass, until he was fully buried inside, filling Isagi completely. Isagi cried out, his legs wrapping around Kaiser’s waist, pulling him even closer.
Kaiser paused, letting Isagi adjust, letting their bodies meld. The sensation was incredible, Isagi’s tight, hot sheath gripping him, milking him. He felt his rut surge, a wave of raw, untamed alpha energy. He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up pace, his hips thrusting, driving into Isagi with increasing force. The bed creaked with their rhythm, the air thick with their mingled scents, their gasps, their moans.
"Oh, Mihya… yes… harder!" Isagi panted, his voice hoarse, his body arching to meet every thrust. His hips bucked, slamming against Kaiser’s, the friction building, building. The squelching sound of their bodies meeting, the air being pushed out of Isagi’s tight hole, filled the room.
Kaiser’s thrusts grew deeper, faster, each one driving him further into Isagi, claiming him more completely. He felt the knot at the base of his cock begin to swell, a clear sign of his rut fully taking hold. He drove into Isagi, feeling the omega’s internal muscles clench around him, milking him, driving him to the brink.
"I’m going to knot you, mein liebe," Kaiser growled, his voice guttural, primal. "I’m going to make you mine."
Isagi cried out, a high-pitched sound of pure pleasure and surrender. "Yes! Please, Mihya! Please!"
With a final, powerful thrust, Kaiser pushed deep, his knot expanding, locking him firmly inside Isagi. Isagi screamed, a cry that was part pain, part ecstasy, his body arching violently, then collapsing around Kaiser’s. Kaiser’s cum surged into Isagi, hot and thick, filling him, claiming him. The knot held them together, binding them, making them one.
Kaiser leaned down, his teeth sinking into the sensitive skin of Isagi’s neck, right at the nape. Isagi cried out again, a sharp, involuntary sound, as Kaiser bit down, marking him, bonding them. The pain was fleeting, quickly replaced by a wave of profound peace, a sense of belonging that settled deep in Isagi’s soul. He was claimed. He was mated.
Kaiser kissed Isagi's sweat-damp hair, then the tender bite mark on his neck. "Mine," he whispered, a possessive growl rumbling in his chest. "You're mine, mein liebe."
Kaiser held him tight, pressing his forehead against Isagi’s, their breaths mingling, their bodies still joined by the knot. The raw, desperate hunger faded, replaced by a deep, abiding contentment. He had never felt anything like it.
Isagi hummed, a soft, contented sound, burrowing deeper into Kaiser's embrace. The heat was receding, leaving behind a delicious exhaustion, a profound sense of peace. He felt utterly safe, utterly loved.
***
Later, much later, when the knot had receded and Kaiser had pulled out, he lay beside Isagi, holding him close. Isagi, exhausted, lay curled against Kaiser’s side, his breathing soft and even, fast asleep. Kaiser watched him, a possessive tenderness filling his chest. He bent down, pressing a soft kiss to Isagi’s forehead, then to the fresh, tender bite mark on his neck.
He carefully disentangled himself, his movements quiet, then moved to clean Isagi, gently wiping away the evidence of their passionate union. He changed the sheets, his movements efficient, then returned to the bed, pulling Isagi back into his arms. Isagi stirred, a soft whimper escaping his lips, then snuggled closer, instinctively seeking Kaiser’s warmth and scent.
Kaiser reached for his phone, his movements quiet so as not to disturb the sleeping Omega. He scrolled through his contacts, finding the one he needed.
"Ness," he said, his voice low, a hint of triumph in it. "I need you to acquire something for me. A ring. The most exquisite engagement ring you can find. Something truly unique. And have it delivered to my private residence first thing tomorrow morning. It’s for my omega." He glanced down at the sleeping figure beside him, a soft, possessive smile gracing his lips. "My mate."