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Sundered Houses tended to throw lavish parties. Ones that went on well into the morning, with all sorts of decadence and debauched luxury. Julien knows that intimately, but that doesn’t mean that he wants to be here—in the Halovar’s villa, in Dol-Makjar.
But he is here. All because his Lady asked him to be in her entourage this trip.
Julien’s eyes travel the golden-lit halls, filled with those who are of noble descent and those who are not but deemed well enough to be invited. They talk, they dance, they feast, they fuck. It’s all quite the same, no matter who hosts the event.
He breathes in deep, letting the scents of the party fill his mind: the alcohol in his hand, the food not far from where he stood, the perfumes some wore and the natural scents others proudly displayed. It made him yearn for a more base environment where he could really enjoy all that he smelled. But for Aranessa, he stays at the party.
As the party went on, Aranessa had been seen sitting more than being up and dancing and moving around the hall. Julien took this as a sign that he could leave her care to the others in the entourage, just long enough for him to stretch his legs. A dance, some flirts, and a walk through the gardens to cool off.
Julien is smarter than to expect Halovar’s gardens to be housing only him. The villa’s small reflection brook allowed for some audible actions to be muffled. However, he is surprised to see that there is someone using the waters for their intended purpose.
Julien sees the dark hair and warm olive skin, sees the clothes of black and grey and purple. But Julien would have known who this was even without that. He knows only one family employs a constant use of scent blockers, and that family is–
“Tachonis.”
Green eyes and a youthful face turn to him. The youngest, Occtis. One of the siblings most adherent to their family’s queer practice.
“Sir Davinos.” So, even the Tachonis runt knows his name? That is something to be pleased about, at least, even if not much else about this meeting is.
Julien should just leave it there, leave Occtis there. But the ego boost and the wine-warmed blood in him pushes him to step closer, to loom over the young man sitting by the stream.
“So are you and your family all bitches?”
Occtis looks back to Julien, blatant confusion on his face. It pisses Julien off that he can’t smell any secondary and tertiary emotions. “Where did you come up with that idea?”
Julien cocks his head and purses his lips. The boy can’t be serious.
Except after a few moments of silence, it proves that he is.
The poor runt probably never even experienced a heat. The alpha genes at the back of his mind whispered that he could change that. Fuck his system into a healthy rhythm.
“Your scent blockers. I know there’s enough erotica about omegas being ditzy, but I doubted I’d ever experience it myself.”
“I– it’s not– you–” Occtis sputters, obviously at a loss for words. Not something Julien is unused to.
The alpha in him pushes him to get closer. He leans over Occtis, arms on either side to cage him in. Prey prey hunt claim prey hunt take. Even without smelling his scent, Julien’s instincts are going a mile a minute.
“Seems like I’m getting to you, omega. Since I can’t smell your desire, guess that means you’ll have to beg for my cock, little bitch.”
“I’m not–” and Occtis shoves Julien back away from him. But Julien’s war-tested reflexes grab hold of Occtis, meaning that both of them tumble into the water.
As Julien fights to temper his anger, he catches something new on the air.
Ozone, mint, petrichor, and the barest hint of blood and rot. But what really hits him are two deeper musks: alpha and lust.
Occtis must notice when Julien has discovered the scents the runt had been hiding.
“I tried to tell you–”
Julien drags Occtis up by the fabric of his waist coat and shirt. He sees where Occtis’ eyes dilate. His alpha instincts file that information away for later.
“Tell me what? That you wore blockers like a bitch in heat for your own pleasure?”
“It’s not like that,” Occtis says, but there’s another wave of lust wafting off the young man. Did this runt like being treated as if he was an omega? Julien’s mind goes wild with ideas at the thought.
“Then please, explain yourself, little lord.” The words weren’t meant to be kind or inviting, and they drip off Julien’s tongue and teeth and lips like poison.
Occtis squirms in Julien’s hold as he rights himself on his feet, but manages to look down to match Julien’s eye contact. There is a bristle of emotions, the glare almost a challenge from the other alpha. The words Occtis speak are no challenge, though. “There’s no worth with displaying my designation. Or anyone’s. Alphas use it for dick measuring contests, omegas use it for manipulation, and betas use it to pull rank on any without a designation.”
“Hah,” Julien huffs, “Is that what you tell yourself?”
“It’s the truth.” There’s a bit of a growl there. The runt does have a bit of bite to those teeth. Julien doesn’t know if he wants to provoke or tame the response. His alpha instincts are still raging against his sensibilities to claim, to hunt, to mount and take. And while the buzz of alcohol definitely makes those most basic thoughts appealing, he still has enough hold over himself to have some fun with the young lord Tachonis.
“I don’t think it is. You know what I think? I think you liked people assuming you were an omega, assuming that you could be going through your heat at any time. I think you humped a pillow during your ruts and fantasized about being a bitch fit for taking some alpha’s knot.”
Julien smiles at the lust rolling off the other man—not a kind smile, but the smile of a hunter who knew his game.
“How about I give you what you want, runt? All you have to do is ask. Properly.”
Julien can see the conflict in Occtis’ eyes. His instincts and his desires and his sensibilities are probably at each other's throats. Julien should help the poor alpha make up his mind. He tosses his hair out of the way of his scent gland and leans into Occtis’ space. It’s not as overwhelming as Occtis’ but Julien knows that the other alpha can smell his own lust. “Go on,” he whispers in Occtis’ ear, “ask me like the bitch you are.”
There’s a strange intoxication that Julien needs to chase when he hears the whimper from the slimmer alpha.
“Please, f-fuck me,” comes in a soft warbling voice, as if the words are foreign to him; Julien suspects they are. And while he wants to run off with just those words as permission to have his fun with Occtis, he waits. He wants to hear it from the young man. And he knows that the young lord wants to say it, even if his instincts were fighting against him.
“Alpha.”
Julien has to fight back a lustful groan, but he can’t stop the growl at the back of his throat as a shiver travels down his spine. A tryst wasn’t something he had in mind coming out here, but he wouldn’t shy away from it.
“Of course I will. But not here. I don’t want anyone else seeing such a pretty omega like yourself while I’m playing with you. I’m not in the mood to share tonight.”
He can hear where Occtis’ heart speeds up, and for a moment, Julien considers leaning in again to trace his tongue over Occtis’ pulse point so he can feel the rushing blood of his prey. But that can wait. He knows there’s rooms to rent not far from here. Should Julien tell one of the others where he’s going? Most definitely. But he doesn’t. He has an urgency to sate this hunger, and he’s sure that if the others in the entourage don’t figure out his reason of absence, that Aranessa surely would.
Occtis doesn’t argue with leaving the party. He had practically already done so by sitting alone in the gardens. Julien knows that no one would miss their presence, if they even noticed their absence.
The walk to the leisure house is difficult. The scents wafting off of Occtis make Julien want to stop and devour the lord in an alley, his alpha instincts hungry for the prize. Julien is a man stronger than his urges, however. He wants the comforts a bed could provide.
Once they make it to the establishment, his control gets harder to maintain. Between his own instincts and fantasies, Occtis’ lust, the sex-musk lingering in the air—suffice to say, Julien makes short work of securing a room for he and Occtis.
The door to their rented room is closed and locked, meaning Julien begins to strip from his party attire and instructs Occtis to do the same. Neither of them puts on a show of seduction. That’s not what this is about.
As soon as Julien has undressed, he drinks in a similarly bare Occtis. A part of him mourned not tearing off the other man’s clothes, but that part is quick to quiet as Occtis’ scent overwhelms him again.
Julien closes the distance between them, grabbing hold of Occtis chin and drawing the lord’s gaze down to meet his own. “Follow my lead, and I’ll make sure you get what you want. If anything is wrong, say rebellion, understand?” A good enough halt word.
“Yes, understood.”
“Good.”
And so Julien shoves Occtis onto the bed. “Look at you. So desperate in your heat that you didn’t even make a nest.” He crawls over the young man, taking note of his hardening cock and his heaving breaths. “Just had to put out so I could put you in your proper place–” and Julien’s hand makes contact with Occtis’ chest, the fluttering heartbeat filled with anticipation. Julien applies a gentle pressure, making Occtis lay flat on the bed, “–beneath me.”
The noble son bites his lip, rolling the flesh between his teeth. A flare of desire rears in Julien. I should be doing that. With his face a bright red, Occtis meets Julien’s eyes, “Yes, alpha.”
How those words make his blood burn and sing. Another hunter’s smile down at his delicious prey as Julien parts Occtis’ thighs, making enough space for himself. “I know what you need, omega. I just want to taste you first. See if your slick is as good as your scent.”
Julien settles himself on the bed, hooking his arms under Occtis so he can easily hold his omega’s legs open. He delights in how much he squirms under Julien, especially when the knight drags his lips up the innermost skin of the noble’s left thigh. “Alpha?” Confusion, anticipation, lust. A song more beautiful than whatever was played at that party they escaped from.
“Trust me, omega. I’ll make you feel so good.” Julien presses a kiss at the divot where thigh meets pelvis. He looks up, making sure that his omega watches as he presses another kiss on the young man’s skin, trailing his lips to the fully erect cock beneath him. He knows that he has Occtis’ full attention, so Julien closes his eyes as he licks the underside of Occtis’ cock—base to tip—before wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking.
“Julien–!” Occtis cries out above him. If alpha was a song coming from Occtis’ lips, his name is a whole arrangement, and Julien is the maestro conducting the beautiful music Occtis makes. He takes more of Occtis cock into his mouth, the head just barely hitting the back of his throat. Occtis tries to move—Julien doesn’t know if the younger man wants to thrust into his mouth or escape the heat, but he also doesn’t care; it’s a secondary reason for where he held Occtis by his thighs. Julien is going to take care of his omega.
The knight takes a simple pleasure in cock-warming his partner while letting Occtis get used to the sensations of his mouth. It’s not long before Julien needs to continue with his plans, though, as Occtis fills the room with breathy little noises. There is an animalistic urge to throw foreplay to the wind and fuck even more—even louder—noises from his omega. Julien tampers that urge.
Barely.
He channels that desire in the way he pleasures Occtis with his mouth and with his tongue. Every swirl, every suck, every swallow. Julien can easily spend more of the night like this, but he pulls off when he feels the beginning of Occtis' knot starting to inflate. His omega whines as the air cools on his spit-slick prick. Julien decides he can show a small mercy to his poor omega.
Disentangling one of his arms, Julien begins to stroke Occtis’ cock. He makes sure to apply pressure on the downstroke, right where Occtis' knot forms under his hand. Julien delights in the heat radiating from the waifish man beneath him.
“Julien– alpha, I'm– fu-uck, please alpha, I'm gonna come if you ke–Eep ahh!” Occtis doesn't finish his warning, Julien doesn't let him. He doubles down on his technique, knowing it's making the younger man melt.
“Of course you're going to come, omega. Your heat wants you to come. I want you to come.” Julien leans down again, licking up the vein of Occtis' cock, “and what I want? I get,” he growls.
Occtis doesn't even signal, Julien suspects the sensation overcame him too intense or too sudden, but he takes it as a point of pride that Occtis comes gasping and whining rather than with any real words. He stops his stroking and applies a steady pressure to Occtis' knot, squeezing every so often just to see his pretty omega squirm and arch his back.
He presses a kiss to the pulsing knot, knowing that Occtis’ body wouldn’t be satisfied with just that. He hears the pitiful moan, hears how it carries a softness that Julien has only ever heard in sexual scenes. He smiles to himself as he draws away and sits up, looking down at the young man.
“Don’t worry, my omega. I know you need to be stuffed with my cock.” Julien draws his hand over the head of Occtis’ dick, collecting some of his cum on the tips of his fingers. “Look at how wet you are for me, absolutely dripping with your slick.” Julien brings his fingers to his lips and, making sure that Occtis is watching him, sucks the cum off of them. He hums with pleasure, “So good, omega.”
Julien feels the growing desire inside himself—an almost-need to thrust deep into Occtis. Dead Shapers, he shouldn’t feel this intensely for a spur-of-the-moment romp. It must be the frustrations of the evening. Not that it matters. No, all that these thoughts are doing is merely keeping him from sinking into the warm body being offered to him.
“Wait just a moment, my omega.”
It doesn't take long for Julien to grab a vial of oil. Rooms like these are stocked full and plenty with them. As he's returning to the bed, he sees a red-faced Occtis spread his legs wider. “Please, I need you,” there’s another pause, and Julien feels his cock twitch as Occtis’ face reddens more and his eyes dart to the side for a moment, “alpha.”
Julien just about pounces on the young man. Later, he promises himself. Occtis still needs to be prepared to take all of Julien.
There’s the familiar slide of oil between his fingers and on his palm. Julien knows this dance well. Knows the push, the pressure, the stretch. What does Occtis’ face look like in such pleasures? That is something Julien doesn’t know. It’s something Julien needs to know.
There's a low and breathy “fuck” that Occtis delivers as Julien's finger presses inside of him.
“Don't stop there, pup. Tell me more.”
“Julien, please,” the words drawn out in Occtis’ lust.
“Tell me more, omega. I want to hear your heat-wrecked voice.”
Occtis’ closes his eyes to Julien’s slight displeasure. But it seems that’s what the younger alpha needed to do in order to follow Julien’s command to speak.
“It feels good, it feels real-ly good. Oh st-ars, alpha, please, it’s never been like this. Never, oh fuck,” Occtis’ voice warbles as Julien adds another finger. “Fuck, please, please Julien. I want you to- to–”
Julien doesn’t stop stretching the young and pretty noble, delighting in the soft half-moans and gasps that fill the space words once were. Julien, however, couldn’t let Occtis go without voicing what he wanted. How else could the knight ensure he satisfies his pretty omega?
When Julien presses three of his fingers into Occtis, he holds them there, watching how his omega squirms, seeking friction. Occtis whines when he realizes he won’t be able to achieve what he sought.
“Tell me what you want, Occtis.”
“I want you, please, I want you,” he bites his lips and makes eye contact through half-lidded eyes. And Julien just might have caved in, if he wasn’t so turned on by getting Occtis to admit to things he likely never would elsewhere.
Julien wants to make sure Occtis doesn’t admit to these desires elsewhere.
“Tell me what you want me to do, omega,” Julien says and curls his fingers inside of Occtis as emphasis.
“Please, Julien,” Occtis begs, perhaps hoping Julien would move past it.
“Tell me, omega,” he growls, and relishes the clench and shivers from Occtis. He especially enjoys seeing some more of Occtis’ cum spill over on his own knot. That’s a visual Julien will revisit, most assuredly.
Once more, Occtis needs to break eye contact, but Julien doesn’t mind once he hears what Occtis says. “I want you to- to mount me. I want you to f-fuck me through my heat. I need you, alpha. Please, mount me. Please.”
Julien can’t hold out anymore. The alpha instincts, his lust, his need to be inside of Occtis is too great.
Julien leans forward and captures Occtis’ lips in a furious kiss. Absolutely unnecessary for this act, but the way that Occtis tries to kiss back turns Julien on even more. He pulls away, wanting to watch the face of his omega when he fills him for the first time.
It’s beautiful.
Occtis can’t keep his eyes open, his face is a lovely rose red shade, his lips plump from bites and their kiss. Julien needs to kiss him again, needs to swallow the moan Occtis can’t hold back.
“Oh fuck! Alpha, oh fuck, please, please!” Julien holds himself flush against Occtis, steadying himself for a moment. “You’re so tight, omega. You feel so good for me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were made to perfectly fit me.”
“Nev-ver felt like this. So full,” Occtis whines.
“Good?”
“Yes, alpha.”
That brings an ease to Julien's brief anxieties. If Occtis was feeling good, then there is nothing he should need to worry about. Except not lasting. Occtis really did feel like a perfect fit. Julien will have to try and lure Occtis back into a shared bed again. A thought for when he isn’t already deep inside the young man.
Julien leans down and captures another kiss from Occtis, pressing as deep into Occtis as he can just to feel his omega whine against his lips. He smiles, and hopes Occtis can feel it.
His instincts don’t keep him there for long. He needs to thrust, to claim, to breed.
Julien begins slowly, wanting to savor this, wanting to savor Occtis. But with all the sounds Occtis makes, with how tight and warm he is, with his intoxicating scent that Julien drowns in, Julien is quick to speed up.
“F-uck, Julien, I can’t- it’s too much.” Julien presses his face into Occtis’ neck, nuzzles his scent gland. There’s the desire to truly claim him, to bite down and leave a mark visible for any to see.
“Feels so good, alpha, so good. Alpha, alpha, alpha,” Occtis begins to say with each thrust, lustful desperation coloring his voice. It drives Julien wild.
He feels where his knot is starting to swell. Feels where it’s just so slightly harder to pull out and push back inside of Occtis. Julien knows that it’s bad etiquette. Knows that this is something that should be talked about beforehand.
But in this scene, in this bed, Occtis is in heat. And that heat needs to be satisfied.
Julien presses in one last time, pressing kisses along Occtis’ neck and shoulder as the noble gasps, feeling the growing swell at the base of Julien’s cock. “Julien,” Occtis moans loudly, lust drunk, “alpha.” It’s drawn out, and Occtis clenches his walls around Julien, wraps his legs around his waist and pulls Julien closer.
“I told you,” Julien grinds deeper, just to hear the uptick of Occtis’ breath, “I know what you need, omega. I’ll knot you as many times as you need, all throughout your heat.”
“I need it, alpha, I need you, I need you, Julien.”
“Oh fuck!” Julien says, Occtis’ words drawing him into his climax. Julien shudders as he feels his knot pulse against the tight walls of Occtis. It’s too good, and he has to close his eyes to avoid an overload of pleasurable sensations. When he’s able to breathe steadily, Julien opens his eyes again, and is able to see Occtis beneath him. Red faced, a light sheen of sweat, heaving breaths. Julien’s gaze travels even further down Occtis’ body. Next time, he should leave marks, a lingering memory. But thoughts of a next time are halted when Julien sees where their bodies are still connected. He could almost come again from the sight of Occtis taking Julien’s knot, of the slight swell in Occtis’ lower abdomen.
“Fuck, you look so good,” Julien whispers. He didn’t even mean to, but the thought slipped off his tongue so easily.
“Hah, I’m… glad you think so,” Occtis says, looking a bit bashful. Julien feels something stir inside him, though he couldn’t give it a name, it wasn’t large enough.
Instead of trying to figure it out, he leans back into Occtis and kisses him. He figures that they might as well enjoy each other more while his knot deflates.