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It was during their first encounter when a spark lit in Veritas Ratio.

Omega during the time, Veritas glided past through his initial disappointment by encasing himself in copious amount of research regarding the dynamics— he studied the biology, physiology, psychology, and history pertaining to the one question he has in mind: had anyone ever bent the will of fates by changing their stratum?

Unfortunately, eight doctoral degrees later, the answer was a conclusive no.

This fueled the disconnection he already had with himself. Left bedridden in every throes of his heat, Veritas remained completely stationary; heavy breathing, feverish body, clenching fists. Unlike what was expected of his breed, the doctor refused to fill himself up no matter how compelling the force was behind his intrinsic instincts— it was a notion that irked him, believing it to be not in his character. By that same token, Veritas sorely lacked in the typical omega’s appearance compartment, mannerisms aside; the doctor was too tall, too broad, filled with more muscles than desirably delicate— even his own dick wasn't small, full of length and girth, a size possibly massive when compared to an average alpha’s. The only thing that could give away his status was his slightly sweet apple-scented pheromones.

Then one day, his path crossed with Aventurine.

It had been during the time he began to be tangled up in the same business as IPC’s after his enrollment into the Intelligentsia Guild, selected to be their academic representative. On the other hand, Aventurine led a team under the Strategic Investment Department, where he was in charge of collecting bad debts by seizing the debtor’s assets equivalent to the money they were owed. Two wildly different paths, and yet, they intersected in unforeseen circumstances filled with distrust and uncertainty.

“You don’t believe me?” It had been such such a provocative, tempting pretense. The way those eyes of pink-purple sunset had drawn him in, with a teasing lilt in honey-coated voice— but only upon perceiving the fragrance of peonies and peaches then did Ratio finally realize that this Aventurine was an omega himself, too.

“Seems like I’ll need to get you up to speed on how I do things if our cooperation were to remain amicable.” Gun forced into his grip, Veritas shuddered as Aventurine’s thinly gloved hands nestled over his own much larger ones. He barely could compute the first empty click of the revolver, but overall, the doctor had been too stunned, speechless, too captivated by this little thing before him whose smile threatened to rob every last drop of air within his lungs. “Life is a grand gamble,” Aventurine declared in his game of Russian Roulette, awfully smug and vain like a proud peacock flaunting its feathers after the third final empty click. “And I’ll always be the final victor.”

From that moment on, Veritas then knew his attraction to the little peacock would irrevocably spiral into something more.

Now, it’s not unheard of for two people of the same secondary sex to be a couple. Whether it be two alphas, two omegas, they were treated almost as equally as two betas in a relationship. In other words, the majority may choose to overlook if Veritas Ratio had gone on to pursue Aventurine. As reassuring as this should be, his discontentment still stuck like a phantom itch. Because, when he thought about becoming Aventurine’s alpha, the idea of getting to mark the omega as his, knot him, breed him… Needless to say, it reignited the once wild flames from his past which sizzled down over the years.

With some patience, diligence and innovative mindset, it took a while but eventually, Veritas reaped the fruits of his labor.

An invitation was sent to the Avgin omega, requesting him to be a concluding witness to his groundbreaking research. He’d been vague in his choice of words, something which Aventurine of course would attempt to extrapolate, but the doctor was firm in being a cryptic. Bait all laid and set, now Veritas awaited the younger man to arrive at his office within the guild’s headquarters.

“Not donning your handsome bust again?” Had been Aventurine’s choice of greeting as he waltzed through the mechanical entry, an ever radiant yet teasing smile upon his face.

“Enough.” Veritas rolled his eyes, earning himself a playful snicker from the other. “You have other more important questions to ask.”

“... Always heading straight to the point, doctor. You’re no fun.” Aventurine sighed, pouting. “But, yes, I certainly do. Primarily the request to have me in the final parts of your research when you are surrounded by an abundance of choices, especially given how you have direct access to other members that you share a common interest with in gaining knowledge. I’m certain they would have been thrilled to join your research.”

Veritas scoffed. Wheeled office chair rolled back, he rose to his feet with quick and calculated movements. “You know well of my opinion regarding most of the other members within the guild.”

“Too well, in fact.” Aventurine surveyed him. “So, what’s this research of yours, professor?”

Veritas began his approach, but not before grabbing a considerable stack of papers out from an opaque folder. If not for the heavy clicks of golden leather against white marble, his office would had been enshrouded in a silent stretch of eternity. Eyes on the prize, Aventurine kept a hawk-like gaze, as Veritas moved to a longer table not too far away.

Gracefully draped across the surface, the papers had been laid, ready to be inspected. A step to the side with a lopsided smile, Veritas bowed much like a gentleman would in a gesture for Aventurine to proceed.

In three to four strides, Aventurine reached to his side and swept up the cover front which bore an apparent big bold headline. Every rake of his circulars, narrowing and contorting lines, did not go amiss beneath the scholar’s scrutiny.

“...”

Veritas supplied the shorter man a verbal prod. “Feel free to propose your own hypothesis before discerning the results in the analysis section.”

“Unnecessary,” said Aventurine, stupor evident in the low cadence of his voice. “You have given me enough inclination to believe that you are on the affirmative side with substantial evidence. Otherwise, it would not make sense for you to get out of your way to invite me if the results were not as what you hoped.”

“Not bad. Five points.” Veritas hummed, one foot set forward closer towards the omega. With a crane of his neck, he began to push his new set of pheromones out from his glands— no longer did the scholar emit an omega’s signature sweetness, but an earthy and woodsy scent; the aroma of apples replaced by the enchanting smell of old paper books in a library.

The abrupt invasion of an alpha’s scent had Aventurine staggered; lithe body visibly shuddering, followed by a small gasp. Daze cloaked his eyes for a mere moment, before a paintbrush dipped in clarity swept it aside. 

“Is this—” The little peacock struggled to continue, “temporary or a permanent kind of change?”

“My calculations say, permanent.” Veritas answered. “Although, it doesn’t completely annihilate the possibilities of otherwise. But trust me when I do say that I intend to keep it this way for the rest of my life.”

“... Last I recalled, you don’t quite seem to care about your constitution.” Aventurine stared through squinting eyes. “Why the sudden change?”

“I think you know why very well.” Veritas closed in on their proximity; so close that the doctor had to tip his chin in a downward slant, taken by endearment at how incredibly tiny this omega was when they stood cheek by jowl. And now, with his newfound identity as an alpha, he could discern the alluring scent of sweetness rolling off the other in subtle waves.

To his surprise, there had only been traces of concern spelled out in crooks and dips on his face. “Were there not any side-effects?”

It softened the taut lines in Veritas’s expression. “A full-blown rut did take place right after the change,” He admitted. Only with Aventurine, could he ever dare to utter admittance of his mistakes and vulnerabilities with complete honesty. “I experienced what it’s like to have a knot for the first time. My… organs for reproducing a child are slowly shifting inside too, and I may need to prepare myself for a rough transition. Quite an experience, but I’d say it’s a far welcomed change.”

He will not say how he had rutted into his hands with Aventurine's name on his tongue.

“Time and time again, you prove to be the epitome of a figure in striving for the impossible.” Aventurine inches backwards again, until the edges of a chair pokes into his back. Sunset eyes flicker towards the floor, unmoving and growing dim into the night. “Unfortunately, doctor, I am not the one for you.”

This is one of the few probabilities Veritas has surmised may happen. Given the self-destruction tendencies he has witnessed this man would do in pursuit of his goals, this answer is far from surprising.

“And you say that, why?” Veritas then proceeds to cage Aventurine in between his muscled arms; his right hand to the omega’s left side, and vice versa. Both hands are gripping on the ears of the chair.

Aventurine— no, Kakavasha turns his cheek to him, as the scent unfurling from his glands continues to grow… melancholic.

The alpha in Veritas is hit with an urge to soothe his omega.

“All that I am are shards of broken dreams, Ratio. You are too good of a man for me, you are full of hope as much as you are this world’s very own.” Finally– finally, Kakavasha looks up at him. Resignation has settled in deep. In his eyes, there is a quiet resignation: ‘I don’t deserve you nor am I worthy of you.’

As their gazes hold for a little while, Kakavasha’s face flushes a crimson shade much more vivid than a ripe apple. He looks away, and this only lights mischief in an amused Veritas. Interesting that the gambler would be flustered from a mere stare. The scholar then closes in, trying to sneak around for a better look because Kakavasha looks awfully pretty with a red tint to his cheeks.

Aventurine tries to swat him away. “Stop… that…”

“No.” Veritas hums, almost a rumble, closing in even further— but stops at a hair’s breadth away. He watches the way those rich lashes flutter, captivated like a ship pulled by mighty tides.

“I am too good of a man for you, you say. So what do you think you deserve instead, dear gambler?”

Suspended in silence, the two stay unmoving in their spot. Kakavasha broods over the question asked, seemingly devoid of an answer. But, Veritas remains patient.

Just a small nudge will do. “... Well?”

Every line and crease on the youthful beautiful face distorts with various emotions. Quivering, Kakavasha then breathes out, “I— I don’t know. I do not know what I deserve.”

A lone tear falls onto the omega’s cheek. Veritas does not hesitate to wipe it away with a crook of his finger.

With that same finger, he tilts up Kakavasha’s chin to have their gazes meet again. “Perhaps I could let you know what you deserve, then?” Veritas asks, thumb caressing the gambler’s lips with all the gentleness he mustered. “Starting with the ‘letter’ I gave you back in Penacony.”

Breath hitched, Kakavasha’s glossy eyes appear to have grown quite unfocusing in the moment. It isn’t too hard to tell that the gambler is starting to drown in the pool of his own thoughts— and Veritas pulls him out lest the suffocation truly gets to his mind.

“Look at me, Aventurine. Breathe. You are safe with me.”

Veritas does not miss how the coral-colored eyes flicker up and down; he decides to take matters into his own hands. He leans in even closer, so close that his words practically brush against Kakavasha’s lips. The doctor whispers, “If you do not want this… Push me away.”

Two seconds tick by, then three and a nine. Though Kakavasha does not push him away despite the plenty of time Ratio has spared him, the alpha will continue to wait.

It doesn’t take long until the omega closes in, heels raised as he goes on his tiptoes, sweeping in for a hungry kiss with arms latched over Ratio’s broad shoulders. Such enthusiasm nearly had the alpha staggering for a bit, but he caught back his balance, large hands grasping onto the tiny waist with each digit slowly digging deep enough that would surely leave behind an imprint.

Veritas pours back into the kiss with just as much fervor, two lips locked in a kneading motion that he is inclined to think they are made to be perfectly molded against each other like this.

In the air, scents of peaches and apples float about in a harmonious mix, sweet yet strong enough which tells their yearning desire.

Soon, Ratio is gently biting into Kakavasha’s lower lip— this earns him a small whine, feeding the fuel that goes down to his groin. In that window of opportunity, Veritas deepens their kiss. He sneaks his tongue past through the parted lips, and into the warm moist cavern; practically licking into Kakavasha’s mouth and Veritas can feel the shorter man going limp in his hold.

It's cute though, he notes in amusement, as Kakavasha also tries to lick back at his tongue, but the attempt just reminds the doctor of a small kitten with their kitten licks.

Adorable. Veritas's desire for him only grows.

One of Veritas's hands on Kakavasha's hips went up to grab the gambler by the back of his head.

Like this, he is able to lick into further depths, completely devouring Kakavasha’s mouth by this point. He tastes so sweet, like a forbidden apple coated in tantalizing honey that Veritas wants to pluck it off the stem and bite into it whole.

“Ve-Veritas—” And oh, how the Avgin speaks his name in between every lap of their tongues.

Inevitably, the eventual desperate need for air pries them apart. From one mere heated kiss, Kakavasha is already looking positively ravished; with a line of thick saliva connecting between them, drool also dribbles down the omega’s chin. But, of course. Despite the obvious desire already out in the open, Kakavasha still dares try to deny himself of the thing he so clearly wants.

“I can’t—”

Ratio cuts Aventurine off, “Yes, you can.”

“— No, I don’t deserve this, I’m not worthy of this—”

“Irrelevant.” Verita tightens both his grip on the back of Kakavasha’s head and on the curve of the latter’s waist. “Do you want this?”

“I do,” gasps out Kakavasha, “I want this. I want it. I want you.”

“Then you’ll have me,” whispers Veritas as he leans in for a chaste kiss on the blond’s forehead. “You can have all of me. Let me be yours just as much as I crave for you.”

At first, only a pause greets him. Then afterwards, a wordless shaky nod. And that is all Ratio needs before proceeding.

A gentle tug is given at the tufts of hair within his hold, “ah—” Aventurine blinks as he finds his head tilted backwards, the expanse of his neck exposed to greedy eyes. Ratio leans in, nose pressed against the scent glands marred by a serial number.

The smell of peaches and peonies tempts him more than ever. And now that Ratio is an Alpha, everything about his attraction towards Aventurine has greatly heightened.

There is a raw primal urge to bite, to mark, to make him his mate, but Ratio knows much better than to give in.

“Alpha,” The honey-like voice slices through his thoughts. Soon, the hands slid from Veritas’s back to his chest. Then, he smells it— arousal seeping in that could mark the start of one’s heat.

With this realization, Veritas pulls back with a thinly disguised smug satisfaction written over his face.

Aventurine squints at him. “... What’s with that face.”

“Do my new pheromones please you so greatly that it kickstarted your heat?”

Red unfurls from the gambler’s temple down to his neck. He groans, clearly flustered, and gives a lighthearted kick at Ratio’s shin; despite this, he does not deny the statement.

Without any further ado, Veritas picks up the tiny man with both hands on the underside of his thighs, then brings him to a mattress nearby.

“Wait,” Aventurine knits up his brows in alarm upon being laid down on the sheets, “why is there a bed in your office?”

Ratio returns the look, smiling. “Surely, you did not think I would be unprepared when I sent you a personal invitation regarding my research?”

Quickly, the gambler’s expression turns provocative. “... Doctor, if I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you to be an exhibitionist.” He purrs, bringing up a leg to hook it around Ratio’s waist. “You could have invited me to your bedroom.”

Least to say, this sudden switch from a shy maiden too conscious of his own self-worth has caught the alpha off guard. 

“And give away my intentions too soon? Hah. You wish.”

“Oh, doctor. You truly have such a unique way of telling me that you want to fuck me, you know.”

As Aventurine’s back meets the sheets, he brings the doctor along with him, too; and Ratio complies, letting himself be pulled down until he’s completely hovering over the omega.

“You say that as if you don’t want to be fucked by me either.” 

“And, I do want to be fucked by you.” Aventurine sneers up at him, those sly slender fingers tracing over Ratio’s toned arm. “No matter your secondary constitution. Alpha, Beta, or Omega, I think you’d still deliciously fill me up well.”

The dark purple bangs sway with a tilt of Ratio’s head. “Oh? I see that this little peacock has fantasized about having my dick shoved up their hole.”

“You say that as if you didn’t fantasize about ramming your dick into me either.” Wittily replies the gambler, mirroring Ratio’s earlier remark word by word.

Ratio’s only response is this: With his hands still on the omega’s thighs, they slide up to the back of his knees, and then— Ratio pushes more of his weight down against Aventurine, clothed erection pressing into a warm core beneath that has the latter keen with a sharp whine.

“A–ah,” Aventurine squirms around in hopes of having Ratio’s thick mass rub even more into his warmth. Dusk eyes flicker downwards where the sight makes his breath hitch; against his hardened member, a damp spot grows with gushing slick. Make no mistake, Aventurine is getting into heat.

It is one thing to sense an Omega’s heat when you were one of them as well, but it’s an entirely different matter to perceive it as an Alpha. Fortunately, Veritas has always been a man who exerts a great amount of self-control (just, not when it comes to idiots). 

“Veritas, I think I’m—” 

“I got you.” He shushes the whimpering omega and begins to strip off both their clothes.

Aventurine isn’t quite making it easy though, with his determination on keeping his legs locked around Ratio’s torso, quite insisting on the delightful jolts derived from their grinding. Ratio had to use more of his strength to pry off the clingy omega’s legs in order to remove his slacks.

Once unclothed save for their briefs, Ratio shuffles a few shifts backwards to behold the sight of a puzzle he wishes to pick apart before piecing it all back together.

Slender frame, with dots and a few scars speckled here and there like stars decorating a constellation, the doctor shamelessly gawks ahead. Truly, this peacock is an embodiment of beauty in flesh- his soul especially so, which makes his physical features so much more enchanting than it already is.

Ratio falls more in love. He wants to pour all of it into this delicate fragile gem.

Aventurine, whose briefs are positively soaked from the accumulating slick, currently has his legs pried open in a proud display for Ratio to see. And perhaps from Ratio's endless stare, he must have started to feel self-conscious with the way he tries to hide his wetness.

Two hands stop the barricading attempt. “No,” Ratio says, firmly. “I want to see you.”

And to highlight this, he brings a finger to the throbbing core, and drags a trail over it. This earns the doctor a satisfying noise from the gambler as Aventurine’s body jerks to his teasing touch.

Leaning forward, Ratio goes on to put his mouth right over where the slick should be coming out from, then gives it a hard suck through the fabric. 

The sweet smell of heat spikes. 

“Ra-tio—!” The omega cries out as he tries to grind his hips against Ratio’s face, but the alpha keeps him in place.

And so, Aventurine is left to squirm helplessly with hands scrambling for purchase on the bedsheet as Ratio continues to draw out the sweet sap of honey from him. With one finger hooking at the band, Ratio finally peels away the remaining garment, leaving Aventurine wholly naked for him to ogle.

“Cute.” Ratio could not help but comment how Aventurine is tiny down there just like the rest of him, small but heavily erected nonetheless with how it’s straining with collecting fluid at the tip. As his eyes trails down however, that’s when Ratio’s focus truly zeroes in.

If the scent of an omega in heat was questionable earlier, the evidence is definitely glaring in his face now. Aventurine is very much leaking, and a swell of pride blooms in Ratio’s chest– one that could only be described as an alpha’s pride– at the thought that he is the sole cause of this omega’s undoing. And he will only be unraveled even further by the doctor’s hands from here on out. Hunger consumes Veritas, not only to ram his cock into Aventurine and knot the omega over and over, but he is determined to study every nook and cranny of his body, to commit it all to memory.

“How long will you sit there and stare?” The voice snatches back his attention and Ratio actually sees the state Aventurine is in.

Face flushed, the irresistible redness spreads down his body; his eyes are overcast with clouds of lust. It is at this moment when Veritas is saddled with the deeper realization that the other man desires him just as much, something that is a much different matter than to simply know or acknowledge the fact. The scholar knows that Aventurine desires him in return as well— but as the air in his office now strongly reeks of the omega’s scent, only then he knows just how much the latter truly craves for him.

“I want to learn more about your body.” Veritas expresses his wish, then with just one finger, takes a small dip in the slicking entrance that earns him a gasping jerk. “Will you let me? Or.. is your need growing urgent?”

“Gr-growing,” Aventurine bites down his lower lip. “But… you can.”

“I can, what?” Ratio goads him on, a slight smirk.

“Ugh. You really love to make me say things outright, do you…” Grumbles the omega, but he obliges anyway. “You can… take your time. With me.”

Hearing this, Veritas’s features softens at last. Rather than shifting himself closer, he decides to pull Kakavasha in by a grab on his thighs, and the squeak that comes out from the gambler as Veritas practically drags him onto his lap is way too adorable for his own good. “Let me know if it gets too much for you,” he says as he extends a palm to gently cup Kakavasha’s face, all the softness mustered into the thumb caressing his cheek. “Let me know and I will tend to you right away.”

And oh, how the omega melts into his touch. It ignites a fuse inside him, one he can only perceive as the fierce overprotectiveness alphas are said to have when it comes to their mate. Not that Kakavasha is his mate… yet, at least.

Pasting a chaste kiss on Kakavasha’s forehead, Veritas begins a quest of trailing dozens more downwards; by the bracket in between Kakavasha’s eyebags and the bridge of his nose, at the corner of his lips, to his jaw, adam’s apple and into the dip of his collarbone. All the while, he keeps an eye out on how every move he makes creates a response.

For minutes equivalent to a stretch of eternity, a determined Veritas maps out such a tiny body like an astrologer studying the stars in a constellation, whilst Kakavasha could only lay back as his core continues to burn him up from within.

In such a short time, Veritas has come to learn a few things: Kakavasha possesses quite a number of moles on his body. One on his shoulder, another just beneath his chest, then one by his navel— and to Veritas’s delightful surprise as he manhandles the omega to be rolled over onto his front, a mole sits prettily on one’s mounds.

Fuck. Could he possibly get even more ravishing than this?

Unable to resist his urges any longer, Veritas bends over, puts his mouth to Kakavasha’s ass and bites hard enough to souvenir an indent.

It results in a delicious whine, the kind that drives a hot rush straight to Veritas’s groin. Emboldened, his teeth sinks deeper into the flesh, gnawing even harder, subsequently making the omega more putty, more whiny in his hold.

After a couple of more bites, he finally pulls back to admire his handiwork shaped in teeth marks on the other man’s asset. 

Kakavasha on the other hand trembles greatly from tip to toe, thighs quivering especially so. Ratio feels compelled to leave another mark there. Not now though, not after he spots another small dark dot on the wing of the gambler’s back, to which Veritas nibbles on before charting more kisses along his spine.

His mouth slides over every curve and dip he could find, and only once he locks away the facsimile of Kakavasha’s body map in the depths of his mind, does Veritas shift his attention to Kakavasha’s neck– a spot he knows to be a weak one for omegas– licking a couple of stripes until the gambler’s scent glands are all coated in his drool. He feeds into the fire of temptation even more so when Veritas traces the neck with light scrapes of his teeth before finally giving a weak bite that Kakavasha whimpers into.

With every kiss, every lick and every bite, the neediness discerned in the air becomes even headier. Veritas is half impressed that Kakavasha has yet to cave in for more, but another part of him worries. So, the alpha moves away from the neck and takes this moment to whisper into the omega’s ears in question, “too much?”

Kakavasha gives an answer that merely widens the leeway to his suspicions when the omega shakes and nods his head at the same time.

Veritas finally pulls back to see the state in between Kakavasha’s legs, and is hit with a heavy strike of arousal.

Aeons. 

Aventurine’s thighs are covered in slick. Beneath them, a damp spot expands on the bed.

Despite being a former omega himself, Veritas could not fathom how one could slick so much. Even in his worst heat before, Veritas was nowhere close to leaking this much amount.

And so, Veritas greedily drinks in the sight of Aventurine’s hole glistening with wetness, how it drips onto the sheets in a pouring stream.

Leave it to Aventurine to find ways to impossibly become further enticing than before. It’s been this way since they first met, a sprouting attraction with each passing encounter.

A raptorial growl rips out from his throat, Ratio grabs Aventurine by the hips, flips him over onto his back again and— it takes everything in the alpha to not dive in straight away. There are still other parts to the omega’s body that he wants to learn by heart. With thinly-veiled restraint, Ratio directs his mouth to Aventurine’s thighs instead, and begins to paint a hickey onto the pale canvas. Thankfully, it distracts him just by a slight margin if it isn’t for the fact that they had been a constant object in many of Ratio’s daydreams. He had seen how delectable those thighs were in tight-fitting pants; in fact, the image of plump curves remain imprinted in Ratio’s mind to this day. A rare occurrence but reality proves to be better than how the scholar has imagined- a sweet taste blesses his tongue thanks to the smeared slick all over Aventurine’s thighs.

“Ratio—” Aventurine singsongs to him breathily, “Veritas— Alpha, I can’t hold on any longer—”

This is what breaks Ratio’s resolve.

He goes straight for Aventurine’s leaking core and starts lapping up his juice.

“Ah— ah!” He lifts his hips, and just like earlier, attempts to ride his omega cunt against Ratio’s face. The doctor lets him, if not a bit out of pity, and simply continues to wedge his tongue further inside, licking into the walls and relishing the honey sap going down his throat. Ratio drinks, and drinks, and drinks Aventurine up like a parched man under a hot dry climate.

Eventually, he carries on to fully engulf the omega’s dick in his mouth, his tongue beforehand replaced with two long thick fingers diligently spreading apart the already loose hole. Ratio monitors Aventurine’s reactions like an owl, from the way his forehead creases in pleasure to how his intoxicated scent flares wildly when Ratio presses the pad of his digits into just the right spot.

There, Ratio heeds as he begins to bully that certain area with faster crooking fingers.

“Veritas..!! Haaah—” Aventurine thrashes his head around from side to side, fists clamping tighter onto the sheets. “Alpha..!!!” With that scream, he spills into Ratio’s mouth for the first time, and the latter dutifully swallows it all before removing himself with a subtle pop. A thick line of slick follows his fingers as well when he extracts them from the warm heat.

Ratio had to take a pause as he stared at the heavily panting omega underneath him; mind spun dizzy like cotton candy from the prospect of being called alpha, of being Aventurine’s alpha.

But a whimper forces him out of his trance. Propelling into his vision, Aventurine’s shaky hands have reached out to lay it over on Ratio’s own and— squeezes them.

It stuns the doctor, so to say, to the point it smolders the raging flames of his desire into a calmer state.

He squeezes those tinier hands back.

Next, Veritas is hunching forward, giving a kiss at Kakavasha’s temple. He asks, “Do you want to continue?”

“Yes,” Kakavasha would answer, pleadingly. “Please. I want you.”

Veritas hums first. One of his hands slips away from the gambler’s grip to brush aside strayed golden locks framing the round face. “And you have my word. You have me. I am not going anywhere else.” When he starts to strip off his boxers, a faint relieved sigh could be heard from the other man, the kind that is solidly interpreted as ‘finally’.

Pastel vibrant eyes shoot a glance down and— “Oh, Doctor. You’re huge.”

… Where did he hear that before?

He shakes his head. No, no. Now is not the time to recollect needless things when he has a far important matter to tend to although he does feel inclined to let his partner gawk and marvel at the sheer difference between their sizes. Compared to Veritas, Kakavasha’s physique is lissom; shorter, thinner, less muscles but defined nevertheless. 

Wordlessly, Veritas lowers a hand to Kakavasha’s dripping hole, collects the slick and spreads it all over his cock. He repeats this a few more times until his shaft glistens sinfully from the accumulating wetness.

“Deep breath.” Veritas bends Kakavasha’s legs over, hands on the back of his thighs. Then, he places the fat tip of his member at the gambler’s entrance. “Tell me if it hurts.”

Kakavasha just nods.

Four seconds later, Veritas pushes himself all the way inside in one smooth glide.

One cries and scrambles about at the heavy intrusion, another groans at how the marvelous tight walls clench around him in jerking spasms.

Veritas was not prepared to be greeted by such a delicious warmth enveloping his dick. Far better than what his imagination had fed him prior, nothing in reverie could come close to this. It feels good. It feels right. Everything about this feels right. Being an alpha instead of an omega, being inside of Aventurine rather than being filled up by someone else, to which he truly hopes that—

“Alpha.” Kakavasha gracefully slices through his thoughts. “You’re the one thinking out loud this time.”

Veritas blinks at him, curious. “Hm? Am I?”

“Mm.” Kakavasha’s arms snake around Veritas’s neck. He pulls him close, till their foreheads touch and noses bump into each other. “I’ve said it before. But, even if, say, the effects of your research do not turn out to be as permanent as you hoped… you will still be my ‘Alpha’ if that is your wish.”

“...”

All caution has been thrown into the wind since then.

Veritas drags his cock out from the wet heat until only the tip remains, and then plunges straight deep into Kakavasha’s core. Rinse and repeat; the scholar would maintain the speed and force of his thrusts, only changing angles now and then in pursuit of seeking for that one spot.

“Oh…!!!” Kakavasha mewls, back arching with a particular deep thrust. 

Jackpot.

“Ah- hah- yes, there! Wait!! Too deep! You’re too deep!”

From there onwards, Veritas sets a brutal pace. Every drive of his cock is relentless, lewd slapping sounds of flesh fills the air, until the alpha decides to slow down so that the fat head of his thickness could rub deeply into the omega’s prostate. It has Kakavasha thrashing around, whimpering, begging in such a delirious state that he can’t seem to decide whether to pull himself away or grind further against the spearing cockhead.

“Knot— your knot, Alpha, please, I want your knot—” The gambler cries for him, high-pitched, nails clawing at Veritas’s back in pathetic attempts to get him shift closer.

“Patience.” The doctor lightly chides him. “I will. But, for now, I’m not done yet.”

But, oh, with how dense the smell of Aventurine’s heat has heightened, Ratio could feel his own rut kicking in. In a high likeliness, it won’t be long until the pair surrenders to the throes of their primal instincts and have their awareness traded for pleasure in return.

Capsized, Aventurine will find himself on his knees, face and shoulders pressed against the mattress. The omega, too, will find himself babbling helplessly under Ratio’s crushing weight who continues to pound harder, and harder, and harder into him from behind.

“Veritas..!”

“Vasha—” 

Everything has grown too intense.

So lewd, with how Ratio could feel Aventurine’s slick continually dripping out and soaking his thighs.

So sinful, with how Aventurine is sobbing pitifully into the sheets, pleading for a knot, for Ratio to completely fill him up and breed him.

“Alphaaaa,” Aventurine cries out to him, wiggling his ass, trying to slip in the swelling that is starting to form at the base of Ratio’s cock. “Knot..!!!! Please..!!!”

And he must have been desperate, because Aventurine’s scent, the usual peaches and peonies, now holds a heavy tint of honey. Flowery, fruity, and so sweet and inviting it compels Ratio to finally give in to his omega’s demands.

With one last thrust, Ratio rams his knot into Aventurine, forcing the swelling thickness inside, and spills every drop of his cum. Then, he leans over, sinks his teeth onto Aventurine’s nape to leave a claiming mark, and it catapults the omega into another ascent, lithe body hit with violent racks of delight. It takes an awfully long time, but eventually, Ratio completely empties himself inside Aventurine.

Careful not to agitate his knot, Veritas moves them so they both could lay on their sides, with Kakavasha safely tucked away into his arms. The omega is still heavily panting, but at the very least, his heat appears to subside just a bit.

Veritas kisses the bite mark on Kakavasha’s neck— the mark he has awfully wanted to leave on the other for the longest time. Not as a claim of ownership, because Kakavasha belongs only to himself and no one else, but rather, as a declaration of his love and loyalty. 

“Can I—” Kakavasha murmurs, snuggling further against the warm chest behind him. “Can I mark you, too?”

The answer is immediate, void of any doubts and hesitation. “You did not need to ask.” Veritas hums, then kisses the omega’s neck again. “You will have to wait for the knot to go down first though.”

To his delight, Kakavasha has begun to purr, a sign of contentment common in omegas when they feel safe and comfortable in their significant others’ presence. Veritas croons in response, pulling his omega into a tighter embrace. And then when much, much later, Kakavasha also claims Veritas’s neck for himself, these marks will be what they wear proudly for everyone to see in their parade. Because not only is this a declaration of their love and loyalty towards each other, but this is a grand proof how these two souls have formed a bond that forced the fates to bend itself to their will, to make room for such connection to exist. And this shall be their story that will go down in history.

Fin.