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“Oh, is this one of your saucy ones?” Anthony asks, picking up the worn paperback on Asa’s nightstand. “Is that how you’ve been occupying yourself while I’ve been trapped in Hell?” Anthony hasn’t been around much these past few weeks in the madness of end-of-term exams and grading. Asa understands, of course, having been in education himself, so he’s been taking care of things at home and making sure his husband eats, but otherwise leaving him be. But the term is finally over, and Asa is looking forward to having his husband back and spending a lovely week in a rented South Downs cottage.
“Maybe,” Asa replies, his face growing hot. He knows Anthony is just teasing, that he’s never made Asa feel ashamed of his desires, but this particular title is a bit shocking.
“A Captured Omega? What does that mean?” Anthony riffles through the pages.
“Um, well, have you heard of the omegaverse?” Asa asks.
“Can’t say I have.”
“It’s a fascinating genre where people have some more…animal-like parts. Heats, ruts, pheromones, fangs. Omegas are the ones who get pregnant, and they can be male or female.”
“Really?” Anthony makes one of his many adorably confused faces. “I…have a lot of questions about that. But I’m too knackered to ask any of them right now.”
“Yes, darling, you need rest. Let’s go to bed.”
Over the next few days, Anthony reads a couple of the books that have been accumulating on Asa’s nightstand. In his capacity as a scientist, he spends the drive down to the cottage questioning the scientific probability of an omegaverse evolving at all and poking holes in the worldbuilding.
“I don’t think scientific validity is part of the appeal, darling. The writers just make up rules to fit the story they want to tell,” Asa says. “And that’s true of all fiction authors, to an extent.”
Anthony sighs. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…I didn’t mean to poke fun at your interests.”
“I know,” Asa smiles, more amused than offended by Anthony’s questions.
“I suppose the important part is…what is the appeal? To you, I mean.”
Asa sucks in a breath. “I…it’s hard to say. Something about the…primal-ness of it all, I suppose. The scents, instincts, and all that.”
“I see,” Anthony says, nodding. “Well, I might not ever get my head around it, but…” his voice sinks low and deep, making Asa shudder in anticipation, “that doesn’t mean we can’t explore the matter further.”
“So…you’re the helpless omega in heat, I’m the ruthless alpha who’s imprisoned you for some reason or another, and you put up a fight but your instincts make it impossible to resist my claim? Is that the broad scope of things?” Anthony asks, sitting on the floral bedspread of their rented cottage a few days after arriving. The bedroom with light blue walls and portraits of ducks doesn’t exactly scream “alpha king’s sordid sex dungeon,” but Asa’s vivid imagination can fill in the gaps.
“Yes,” Asa says, grateful his husband will indulge his fantasies, even playing a role that is so different from who he really is.
“And, since there’s that whole ‘you’re powerless to resist’ thing going on, probably need a safe word in case things get out of hand…how about ‘stars?’” Anthony continues, opening the cottage’s small closet.
“Stars, yes. I like that. What are you doing?”
“I packed a more fitting costume. This,” Anthony gestures at the purple paisley shirt he wore to dinner, “doesn’t exactly scream ‘alpha male,’ does it?”
“Well, no, but it’s not as if the clothes will be on for very long.”
“Still, it’ll help me get into character.” Anthony pulls out some black pieces that he’d packed for this evening. “Maybe I’m not Anthony tonight. I can be…Tony. Someone a bit rougher around the edges.”
“This is a cottage bedroom. Hardly the West End.”
“Yes, this particular performance might only have an audience of one, but it still deserves proper preparation.” Anthony leans in and gives Asa a quick kiss on the lips. “Now, you make yourself comfortable while I get ready. Keep your clothes on. Undressing you is my job.” Anthony kisses Asa again, slightly nibbling his bottom lip in that way that Asa likes, a hint of the possessive “claiming” to come.
Asa gets into bed, deciding to get comfortable by reading the saucy novel that started this whole new adventure in the first place. He imagines being captured by a handsome alpha, his hormones driving him mad with need. The thought makes his cock perk up with interest. He touches it through his pyjamas, keeping his clothes on as instructed.
Finally, Anthony comes in, his tall frame looming over Asa. It’s hardly the first time he’s worn all black, but something about the way he moves in this turtleneck, blazer, leather waistcoat, and tight trousers feels more like dark mafia boss Tony than a sweet professor. “Hello there, my pretty omega captive. What’s this I smell? Something…sweet, perhaps?” His brogue has shifted into something darker, something that strikes at Asa’s very core. “Sweet like an omega in heat?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about!” Asa says, though he squirms uncomfortably, the way he imagines a captured omega might. “I…I just got a new cologne!” He had, in fact, purchased a new cologne, something he thought might entice an alpha with a sweet tooth, if he lived in such a world.
“Don’t lie to me, omega,” Anthony, or rather, Tony, continues. “You’ve been in here all night, aching and desperate, haven’t you? Reading your saucy novels, wishing you had an alpha to see to you properly. Wishing I would come see to you properly.”
“N-no,” Asa stammers.
“Now, omega, what did I just say about lying? I’m not very nice to people who lie to me.” Tony straddles Asa on the bed and grabs his wrists, pulling them above his head. “But maybe that’s the point. You don’t want a nice alpha, do you?”
“I…I don’t…I mean, I do…”
Tony laughs, a haughty noise so different from Anthony’s laugh. “It doesn’t matter what you say. You’re an omega in heat. You want to be taken, marked, claimed. It’s what your body needs.”
“No, no…” Asa says, but the hitch in his breath and the way he’s rolling his still-clothed hips against Tony’s gives him away.
“Methinks the omega doth protest too much.” Tony smiles, but it looks sharp and dangerous, a wolf’s smile. Asa knew his husband had dabbled in the dramatic arts when he was younger, but he’d never experienced it like this. “I think you like this, being pinned down. You’ve spent so many heats alone, praying for an alpha to satisfy you.”
“I don’t like it at all,” Asa protests weakly, wishing he could move his hands and undress his husband.
Tony leans down into Asa’s ear and whispers. “Oh, you do.” Tony straightens back up and issues a command. “Now, I’ll tell you how this is going to go. I’m going to undress you, and then you’re going to turn around and present for me, and then you’re going to beg for my cock. Understood?”
“You’ll do no such thing!” Asa says, even as he lets his husband unbutton his tartan pyjama shirt. It’s a startling contrast, his nudity against Tony’s sleek black facade. Of course, Tony doesn’t simply undress Asa. He touches and kisses Asa’s neck, his collarbones, his nipples. Anthony knows exactly how to drive Asa wild, and Tony is taking full advantage of that knowledge to tease. And, from the bulge in those ludicrously tight black trousers, he’s enjoying this as much as Asa is.
“Well, my pretty little captive, are you ready to beg for me yet like a good omega?” Tony says, his confident drawl something Asa hadn’t known his husband to be capable of. “Or am I going to have to force you into the presenting position?”
“I…I suppose you’ll have to force me,” Asa says, stifling a laugh at the thought of his skinny middle-aged beanpole of a husband actually forcing him. They’d probably end up in hospital.
Tony grins wickedly and grabs Asa’s shoulder, more of a nudge than a true push, but it’s enough to make Asa roll onto his stomach. He needs little prodding from there to lift his hips up. He might not actually be in heat, but he’s horny and desperate nevertheless from Tony’s teasing.
“God, what a juicy arse you have, omega,” Tony says, tugging down the waistband of the pyjama trousers, then the boxers, careful to avoid touching Asa’s aching cock. Tony smacks Asa’s bare arse, making him moan from the delicious pain. Then he retrieves the lube and smears it around Asa’s arsehole, not entering him yet. “Yes, you’re dripping with slick from dreaming of me all night, aren’t you?”
“Am…not…” Asa protests, but the way he’s wiggling his arse seeking more of the alpha’s touch belies his claim.
“You don’t have to fight it, sweetheart,” Tony says. “You need an alpha, and I’m an alpha. Why make this harder than it has to be?”
“You…you captured me! You planned all this!”
Tony shakes his head. “I didn’t know your heat was so close, omega. Though it’s hardly the worst surprise I’ve encountered here in my den of iniquity. A pretty, virtuous angel of an omega, his body begging for the devil’s cock? Yes, a lucky surprise indeed.”
“Not…begging…” Asa says, unsure how hard to protest before giving in.
Tony climbs off the bed and stands to the side of it, beckoning Asa to watch him undress. “Now, maybe once you see it, you’ll change your mind?”
“Never,” Asa huffs, though he knows he will.
Tony removes the jacket and turtleneck first, taking his time so that Asa’s gaze can linger. Then he unbuckles the snakeskin belt, chucking it somewhere in the direction of the dresser. Taking off the trousers themselves is awkward enough that Tony briefly disappears and looks more like Anthony again. But once he’s fully nude, his energy shifts back into Tony. He climbs back onto the bed, pressing his erection against Aziraphale’s arse.
“Now, omega, we can play these games all night, or you can tell me what you need and I’ll give it to you. Your choice.”
“I need you inside me!” Asa says, having had enough of the teasing.
“There you go, sweetheart. Was it so difficult to say that out loud?” Tony breaches Asa’s opening, not with his cock, but his finger, generously coated in lube to replicate the feeling of an omega’s slick. “Now, doesn’t it feel good to have something inside you? To not be empty anymore?”
“Yes,” Asa says, gasping. But he wants more than a finger. He wants all of Anthony, or rather Tony. “But I need more.”
“Oh? Do tell,” Tony says, looking amused.
“I…I need your cock!” Asa says between gritted teeth, as if he’s reluctant to admit it.
“And I’d be happy to give you my cock,” Tony says, stroking himself to full hardness. “But I need to hear the magic words.”
“Please!”
“Please what?”
“Please, alpha, let me have your cock!”
Tony grins wickedly, then lines himself up and takes Asa in one swift thrust. Asa cries out, imagining he’s an omega getting what he needs for the first time.
“That’s right, my sweet omega. Sing for me. If you sing extra well, I might even give you my bite.”
“Your-your bite?” Asa asks, a pang of fear cutting through the pleasure. “You don’t own me. You can’t claim me.”
“Oh, but I can, and I will,” Tony says between thrusts. “You need an alpha’s protection, I need an omega to serve me, it’s a perfect arrangement, isn’t it?”
“Not…perfect…” Asa argues weakly, even though the way Tony’s cock pushes against his prostate is, in fact, perfect.
Tony stops moving, but stays inside Asa as he wraps a long arm around Asa’s chest and pulls him upwards. His breath is hot on Asa’s neck, his chest warm and solid against Asa’s back. “I mean, I could let you go, omega. Release you into the wild. Let some other alpha chase you down.”
“Yes, please let me go,” Asa whispers.
“But is that really what you want?” Tony purrs into Asa’s ear. “Do you really want to run around town, presenting yourself to alpha after alpha, chasing exactly what you have right now?” Tony nibbles at Asa’s earlobe, sending a jolt of arousal through Asa’s body. “You’d settle for one eventually. He might even be nice. Or she. Or they. Doesn’t matter. The point is, every time they kiss you, touch you, fuck you, you’ll come back to this moment, to the only real alpha you ever had. You’ll call out my name, but I won’t be there, and you’ll cry yourself to sleep every night in regret. Is that what you want, omega?”
“I…I…And if you claim me, I’ll be so happy?” Asa says, finding a final burst of feigned defiance.
“My omega will want for nothing. Everything my evil empire touches, half of it is yours. And of course, every heat, I’ll tend to you, just like this. Making you feel so good.” Tony punctuates his words by rocking his hips, shallowly moving inside Asa. “Just say the word, and you’ll be mine forever.”
“Yours. I’m yours. Please bite me,” Asa says. His acting isn’t as good as Anthony’s, especially while he’s being fucked.
“Good omega. Finally seeing reason.” Tony’s praise sounds seductive and sinister at the same time. He takes a deep sniff where Asa dabbed his new cologne. “How sweet you smell for me. How ripe and ready to be claimed.” When his teeth sink into imaginary scent glands, Asa’s pulse quickens, his body relishing the feeling of surrender. Tony doesn’t actually bite down hard enough to draw blood, but it will certainly leave a mark.
“Don’t you feel better, sweetheart? Being filled and claimed the way your body wants?”
“I do,” Asa whispers. He gets back on all fours so that Tony can thrust harder into him again. Tony does so, his movements hard and fast and showing no mercy. Asa feels so thoroughly claimed and fucked and used in the best way. The resulting climax is more powerful than any he’s had in a while, certainly more than when he’d imagined this during his nightly reading sessions. Tony soon follows, his rhythm faltering before he spills inside Asa.
“Now, I read about that knotting thing, and I might not have the equipment, but…” Anthony retrieves a sizable black plug he’d hidden in the nightstand and slides it inside Asa, stretching him in the most delicious way. Then Anthony pulls Asa close. “Though not going to lie, I don’t know if I’d like being literally locked together for however long.”
“Perhaps not,” Asa says. “You know, you really are a fantastic actor. If you hadn’t gone into academia, you could be on the West End!”
“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Anthony says, blushing. “So long as my omega appreciates the performance, that’s all I need.”