That's good for you brother but right now there's something else on my mind.
Jason's gaze withdrew from his phone. He didn't open the message, but he got the gist of it from the notification pop up. Someone would have to make a trip soon. His irritation peaked. His rut was approaching, quite soon in fact.
Soon a male omega approached him. He knew this person... more accurately, he had been aware of this person's gaze since he stepped into the club. He didn't understand why his 'appointment' wanted to meet here but he came anyway. He made up his mind to get another companion; the current was becoming rather annoying to deal with. He looked down at the omega clinging to his arm. What's this about?
He gave a polite smile and leaned closer to listen to what he was saying.
"Wanna make a break for it?" He said breathlessly over the loud thumps of the speakers
Jason understood what was happening, but he was bored so he went along with it "Sure, what do you have in mind?"
"I've got a nice place not far from here, we could head there."
Jason gave the fellow a quick one over, slid his phone into his back pocket "Sure, let's go to your place."
The omega took him by the hand a led him away from the bar, across the dance floor and out the back.
Soon Jason was faced with a situation he had long suspected would happen. He was being robbed. There were five people in total not including the omega used to lure him out. Three alphas and two betas. One held a knife to his neck as he pushed him against the wall, demanding his watch, wallet and whatever other valuable possessions he had on his person.
I know I don't flaunt my pheromones but isn't this a bit much?
His mind explored the best way to handle the situation. Pheromone suppression was too much legal hassle; the government had been making moves to properly keep everyone in check and innocent passers-by might get hurt.
'Should I just beat the shit out of them? It would take the edge off a bit.'
He glanced down at the unfortunate alpha whose hands were now rudely patting his body, hoping to find some hidden spoils.
"What an idiot." Jason muttered under his breath.
"What?"
Before Jason could speak, a shout came from behind "Hey! You little shits!" The storm of wild roses rushed ahead of its owner, announcing his arrival "I thought I fucking told you to stop pulling this crap at my bar!" The owner of the voice and pheromones made a rather spectacular entrance, stomping unrestrainedly on the alpha closest to him before dishing out a punch to the beta standing close by. The group of miscreants did not hesitate to disperse after that.
"Did you lose anything?" He asked.
Jason glanced at his now bare left wrist "I guess he took my watch?" He answered indifferently.
"Oh..." The newcomer looked down sheepishly "...sorry for your loss, I guess."
"Hm."
He stepped forward suddenly, startling Jason as his nose sniffed around him "You're a dominant alpha..."
Well, that was a bit rude...
"Come with me."
Once again, Jason was led away by a strange... Omega. That's right, an omega without a pheromone patch, flaunting his pheromones all over the place.
'Isn't there a law against not using patches and suppressants?' He freed himself from the man's grasp "What are you trying to do?"
He looked stunned and a little hurt "I'm not with them." He said quickly.
Jason raised a brow "No, even if, what are you trying to do right now?'
The omega pulled on his earlobe, shifting his weight from one foot to another. Clearly, he was feeling impatient "I'm about to go into heat."
"Then get an inhibitor or something?"
He rolled his eyes "Spend it with me."
"Excuse me?!"
The omega reached into his pocket to pull out a piece of paper "My latest test report..." He explained as he unfolded the paper before handing it to him "...I'm clean."
"No, that's not the point." It was one of the issues, but clearly not the point.
"You were okay hooking up with that omega, that's how you ended up being robbed. Just come with me."
Jason scrutinized the person before him. In the light, he could clearly make out his features. He was tall, just a head or two shorter than himself, with lean but very toned muscles. Platinum blonde hair that didn't match his dark eyebrows, obviously not the real colour. If not for the smell of wild roses radiating wantonly from his body announcing to the world that this person right here was a dominant omega, he might have easily passed for an alpha. His eyes travelled down to the report held out in his face.
"Rosalein? That's an interesting name." His voice bellied his amusement.
"Just call me Lein." He shook the paper impatiently "Look, I'm clean. It's recent." A finger hovered over the date. It was dated three days back.
"You're right... I can see that you're clean." He could see a lot of other things too. Like his name, date of birth, address, blood type, pheromone class, identification number... Fuck! What is up with this fellow? Is this what 24-year-olds do? Just throw common sense away in exchange for a good time?
"Well?" Lein looked at him with expectant eyes as he folded up the report and tucked it into his pocket.
"Well... What?"
"Your report."
Jason frowned "Look here, I knew exactly what was going on when I followed-"
"Just fucking show it to me already."
Jason reached for his phone, with a few taps pulled out a document and waved his phone playfully in his face "I'm clean too."
This news delighted Lein. He grabbed Jason by the wrist, firmly so the man couldn't make an escape again and with quick feet, led him to a hotel. The check-in process was not without awkwardness but soon they were behind the door pressed firmly against each other. The impatient kisses swiftly evolved into pleasure filled gasps and delighted moans and shameless cries of mercy. In this way, Friday night became Sunday evening.
Lein had never felt so satisfied sober, who knew the random person he picked off the street would be a gem. He beamed at the man lying next to him, eyes filled with the sentiment of having found a treasure "Jay...." that's what he said to be called "...Should we meet up again, sometime?"
The question earned him a quizzical look before Jason rolled over and reached for his wallet on the bedside table. He pulled out a business card and handed it to Lein. Without any hesitation, Lein grabbed his phone, entered the number into his phone and saved it.
"Won't you read it?" Jason asked when he saw the card getting tossed aside.
"Nah, it's cool. I got your number." He jumped off the bed. He was a little weak, but he quickly steadied himself. A whole weekend of being at the mercy of a man like Jason would do that to a person but he was satisfied, it was rare for him to feel this content with just one person and sober at that too. He hummed a little tune as he got dressed. He was just a step away from the door.
"Hey." The voice was low, lower than normal, almost a growl.
Lein felt it then, he hadn't noticed it before but now that he did, he couldn't escape it. He was plunged deep into the sea. With the pressure around him growing heavier by the second, his already weak legs could barely hold him up. He sunk to his knees.
"Come here."
Lein gasped, with every breath he felt like his lungs were being filled with seawater. How did he do it? He spent the whole weekend with a dominant omega in heat, how is it that he did not even get a whiff of his pheromones until now? He had always believed he was sensitive about things like this.
Lein made several fruitless efforts to rise to his feet, eventually, he gave up "I can't stand." He complained.
"Then crawl."
Lein looked at him now, he was seated at the edge of the bed, slightly amused but cold eyes fixed on him. The man looked like he was watching a peasant far beneath him. It made his heart lurch forward in his chest. Lein had never had such a feeling. Sure, there had been a few alphas here and there who always kicked up a fuss about wanting to put him in his place and all that jazz, but this one was different. It was scary and a little... Exhilarating. He was curious, he wanted to know more about what this person offered, if it would be as exciting as promised so he crawled. He dragged his body, weighed down by the merciless pressure of the sea, to kneel in between the legs of the man before him, looking up to him as if to say, 'I'm here, what next?'
Jason chuckled. He reached out a hand to Lein's neck, caressing it sweetly as his hand trailed to the back of his neck, his fingers rewarding him with affectionate strokes along the way "Well done."
Lein shivered, both from his touch and his praise. He felt his fingers hover above his gland for a few seconds before his thumb rubbed against his ear. There was a light tug on his earlobe before Jason retracted his hand. Lein couldn't help but chase after his touch. An action that made Jason chuckle again.
"Open your mouth, show me your tongue."
Lein complied.
"How obedient." He remarked, giving a slight nod of approval. He pinched Lein's chin and raised his head higher "Trying to run off after having your fun?" He asked but didn't really intend to get an answer because now, he had his index and middle fingers rudely exploring the youth's mouth. He grabbed his tongue between the two fingers and leaned closer "I have a somewhat peculiar inclination; do you think you can handle it?"
His breath stilled for a few seconds before he nodded slowly.
Honestly, they both knew he would stay. That's just how Lein was, he was a thrill chaser and a slave to pleasure. After the weekend he had just experienced, there was an unspoken promise of something even more exciting to come and he wanted that.
Jason placed a light kiss on his cheek "You really are such a good kid, Rosalein." He whispered.
Lein usually hated when his full name was used but this time, it filled him with anticipation. His praise once again sent shivers down the poor boy's spine.
Five days. That is the length of Jason's rut.
That means for five days Lein was at his mercy, unable to take a step away from him for a second.
Lein's mind was blank during this time. He knew he was frequently cleaned and fed. Jason was every bit a considerable partner that anyone could dream of, he gave out praise and compliments without reservation. His constant whispers of approval could only spur one to work harder to please him. So Lein worked harder, because apparently, Lein loved to be praised, he didn't even know that about himself until now. The more he was praised, the harder he worked which earned him even more praise, so much it bothered on worship. Lein worked so hard he exhausted himself, this much was to be expected with a rutting alpha. Even more so, a dominant alpha.
The problem?
Lein lay in between the now useless sheets, he didn't have the strength to move even one finger. He couldn't tell what was happening around him because he couldn't see anything. He could hear Jason move about the room. He tried to wiggle towards the sound, but he lacked energy. He was utterly spent. He felt the bed next to him sink in as Jason climbed on to the bed. Soon he could see again because Jason finally undid the makeshift blindfold. The lights in the room were dimmed; he was glad for that much. Next the piece of cloth that was used to gag him came off, followed by the binds used to tie his arms behind his back.
"I'll clean you up." Jason declared, gathering Lein's numb body into his arms, he headed for the bathroom.
While he was being bathed, he heard someone come into the room, shuffled about for a while and made a quiet exit but he couldn't think too much of it. He couldn't think of anything. This was a novel experience for him. Sure, he had played before, but this was something completely different. It felt almost animalistic.
His gaze settled on the man kneeling next to the tub, focused on washing him clean.
"I ordered some food, ointment and new clothes. Painkillers too." He explained without prompt while inspecting his body. Satisfied, he instructed Lein to shut his eyes. He wiped his face, washed away the soap, wrapped him up in a bathrobe and picked him up in a swift, well-practiced motion and returned to the bedroom.
"Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?" Jason asked as he lowered him onto the bed now covered in freshly laundered sheets.
Lein shook his head slowly in reply, it's not that he didn't feel uncomfortable, he did. All over in fact, he was so numb and so exhausted that he couldn't be bothered to point it out.
"I'll rub you down."
What followed was Lein being tossed about, pressed, fondled and caressed with ointment, not in a sexual way, it was merely a soothing massage, but it would be a lie to say he wasn't a little aroused. He was even surprised that he had the energy to be. He was also touched; he had never been cared for by any one of his partners to this extent.
Lein had a tattoo. It creeping vine running along the length of his spine, punctuated with fully blossoming roses at intervals with the last rose just below his pheromone gland.
It was rather appropriate for its owner, Jason thought so. He also seemed to really like it. Lein could tell this much because anytime he had his back to Jason, the other man couldn't help but kiss and bite it. Even now, during this very ambiguous massage Jason barely held back, stopping only when his phone rang.
"Excuse me." He muttered breathlessly before stepping away to take the call. Lein felt both regretful and grateful. Grateful because he definitely could not handle another bout of being bound and roughly manhandled in the sheets, regretful because, he kind of looked forward to another bout. He exhaled quietly.
Jason returned looking somewhat helpless as he sat next to Lein's limp body "I have to go now." He said that but made no move to leave instead, he leaned over and kissed him. The two were completely breathless, panting by the time he managed to pull away. Jason gazed at him with eyes full of affection "Rosalein..." He said his name like it was a treasure, a hand cupped his cheek, caressed his face "...you did good." The commendation was followed by a tug on his ear "Well done." With that, he reluctantly pushed himself off bed and began to dress up, trading in his earlier outfit for a crisp suit.
He leaned over to give Lein a light kiss, saying he would contact him soon before heading out the door.
After he left, Lein looked at the door for a long time without moving.
"Wow."
Hanzel HQ
Alexei looked from the pile of documents on his desk to the man that just walked into his office. He leaned casually into the swivel chair "You look refreshed. Good week?"
Jason nodded.
Alexei scrutinized him, pen in hand tapping rhythmically on the table "Deliver this documents to the Vice president." He declared to the secretary stationed on his left
The statement made Jason raise his brows in question.
"Sir?" Secretary Dawson leaned closer.
Alexei swept his hand across the table "All of them. I can't be bothered to look at it."
"O-okay sir."
With that, the mountain was reduced to a molehill and soon a flat land until every single folder was gone.
Jason watched the procession of four secretaries and assistants troop in and out of the office until the table was cleared with an amused glint in his eyes.
"Does secretary Jay have something to say in protest?" he jested, a personal joke that existed between the two.
Jason made his way to the now bare desk and took a seat, shaking his head as he suppressed a chuckle "I was only thinking that the VP, once again, has a lot on his plate."
"Indeed." Alexei gave the table three taps before tossing the pen aside "How was your rut?"
"Good."
"You reek of an omega."
"Yup..." Jason made no efforts to hide his recent entanglement. The recollection of the week past brought a small involuntary smile to his lips "...it was a good one."
Alexei snorted "That unfortunate fellow." He was well aware of his brother's peculiar tastes, it has almost gotten them into trouble one or two times but well... Thank the heavens for money "You didn't reply to any of my messages."
"I was clearly preoccupied."
"I'm so jealous."
"You can get a partner."
"I'll never be with an omega."
The brothers exchanged a glance, this conversation had happened many a times before.
Jason took a deep breath "If you really want a partner, it doesn't have to be an omega."
Alexei dismissed the comment with a wave of the hand. They both knew he wasn't serious about wanting a partner, maybe in the past but now, it was just something he said. "Someone needs to make a trip to XX country, if the acquisition is to the successful."
"Well, it definitely can't be the VP, he just got a shitload of work from you."
Alexei nodded in agreement "Indeed, he received quite the package. I'll go. You stay back and hold down the fort." He reached for the intercom, called Dawson and left instructions to prepare for the trip.
"Who will accompany you?"
"Dawson."
"Just him?"
"Still thinking about it."
"How long will it take?"
"A few months? Still unsure about the specifics." Alexei looked at his brother "It can't be that you want me to come back quickly so you'll have less work, could it?"
Jason held up his hands in surrender "That's not entirely true, I mean you are the president, and it is your job but I'm here to support you." Chuckling, he caught the pen full of malice that was aimed at him.
"I hate how you are in such a good mood right now."
"What can I say? I had a wonderful week."