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Ivan and Till had always fought. From the moment they met as children they could rarely agree on anything, yet often occupied the same space leading to tugs on hair, punches, slaps and tears more often than not. Their behaviour never really got better, they just got older. The way they acted together was not a surprise from Till, who had a reputation as an ill-tempered troublemaker, but bizarre from Ivan, an academically gifted and well-mannered boy. It was only Till that brought this side of Ivan out.
It was little surprise that shortly after Ivan presented as an alpha, Till also presented as an alpha. The people around them could justify that their attitude towards each other had always been that of competing alphas.
Ivan couldn’t agree with that sentiment, however. He had been overwhelmingly disappointed when Till had presented as an alpha. Perhaps the manifestation had been out of self-preservation though, because if Ivan had caught the scent of omega pheromones exuding from Till, he would not have been able to stop himself from laying his claim and putting tooth to flesh in an instant.
Ivan was very into omegas. Naturally, as an alpha, this preference was expected. But he really liked omegas. No particular individuals, just the general traits that omegas had. He loved their sweet, floral smells, their helplessness in the face of alphas, the way their heats overtook them and left them ever so vulnerable, the way they could be marked by an alpha for all to see, for all to smell. Just the thought of them was enough to start getting him het up.
The problem was that more than omegas, he liked Till. Till who could not be any less opposing to the image of an omega. A brash attitude and willingness to turn against anyone he found irritating at the time, he was a far cry from the submissive and weak omegas that played on Ivan’s mind. Everything about the other boy should have been a turn off, based on Ivan’s likes, but it was quite the opposite.
When alone Ivan would catch his thoughts drifting to imagined scenes of forcing Till down and seeing that tearful, aroused expression often depicted on the faces of omegas. Waves of scent, stickily sweet from excitement, washing over Ivan as he presses fingers into the other’s body, wet and waiting for him. The thought of Till having produced all that slick just for him, gliding in easily and being enveloped by a body made to accommodate every bit of him, knot and all. Kicking off his bottoms, swollen to an almost painful extent from imagery played out behind his eyelids alone, he allowed those thoughts to take him all the way to rapture once more.
He had considered whether he actually liked alphas, despite his ardent affections for omegas. The result was no, he was quite sure that he did not like alphas one bit. Mizi, his best friend of many years (but only since it was difficult to quite consider Till a friend given how they were) presented as an alpha as well. She was a great person. Anyone could appreciate her attractiveness; she was compassionate and caring – almost omega-like in her near parental care of her friends at times. Yet for her, he felt no twang of desire. Even if he pictured her as he did Till, coated in a layer of floral pheromones and struggling from heat, the only enjoyment he felt was that of his standard omega fascination. It was nowhere near as intense as how imagining Till in that way was for him.
So, Till it was. Ivan would settle for nothing less than the target of his irrational carnal wants. The next issue to conquer was Ivan’s disgust at even the thought of touching another alpha like that. It was a natural repulsion. Alphas were meant to fight each other over mates, not want to mate one another. Their scents were supposed to put each other off and incite anger. How was he supposed to work around that? He had heard stories of alphas that did like other alphas in that way, they actually enjoyed being around the smell of other alphas and the ingrained need for competition. It would be easier if Till was like that, but it was impossible to imagine the other with any desire to be dominated as Ivan wanted.
What did Till like? For starters, he liked Mizi, but between them both being alphas and the omega Sua having bided her time and pounced on Mizi the moment her scent had ripened, that was seemingly over. It seemed Till didn’t have a strong care about alphas or omegas, more annoyed that their nature picked out who they should and shouldn’t be with than overtaken by biological need. All the same, Ivan saw how his gaze was stolen when an omega’s scent filled the air, and how he bristled whenever an alpha drew near. Despite his reservations about how their pheromones control them, he was just as much a beast of instinct as anyone.
There were certain things Ivan could try, unwilling to give up on what many would consider a hopeless crush. Some questionable searching online gave him some links to even more questionable websites. It was a shock that his purchases actually arrived, he had been certain that the seller had not been legitimate, but he was proven thankfully wrong.
Spraying the new perfume into the air, the scent screamed ‘omega’ in the most obvious way. It smelled akin to a peach wrapped in rose petals and drenched in honey, obnoxiously sweet with something for everyone. Intended to simulate the thick scent of pre-heat, inviting in its every note, it certainly did the trick if the ache in his gums and groin were anything to go by. This smell would catch the attention of any alpha. Oh, the trouble this little vial could cause.
A dab of this scented liquid to the back of the neck. That was all he needed to do to seed some chaos. The chill of the morning air came at just the right time for his little scheme, burning summer days giving way to autumn chills that Till was never prepared for. It was as if every year he forgot that he was not immune to the cold, keeping his summer clothes on for far longer than he could manage. His frame of skin and bone provided little insulation from the elements, yet he never learned.
“Here,” Till was predictable as always, a shiver running through him at the completely expected temperature that he had not prepared for. Throwing a scarf over his shoulders as Ivan had often done on these sorts of mornings, Till rolled his eyes as it was fixed to him. In that one innocent move, the trap had been laid. At this point the perfume was completely covered by Ivan’s own pheromones, having spent the morning ensuring that the fabric was completely sodden with his scent to mask the smell of omega artificially applied to one particular spot. The spot he made sure would be touching the back of Till’s neck.
Artificial pheromones were illegal for precisely this reason. As Ivan observed near enough every alpha’s nose twitch when Till ridded himself of the scarf, he could see how these things came to be banned. There had been a spat of attacks a few years ago where someone went around spraying betas with something similar but much stronger than what Ivan had purchased. Those betas that were made to smell of mid-heat omegas were attacked by out-of-control alphas in the street or at their workplaces. The perpetrator at that time had been an abused omega that envied the pheromone-free lifestyle of betas and wanted some sort of revenge. It was all very petty.
Catching a whiff as Till turned his head, Ivan could feel for those alphas that lost their cool in the face of such an intense scent. Like a fantasy come to life, he resisted his every urge to lunge forward and taste that neck for himself. Biding his time would be the most important part of this plan.
The first day it was a scarf to scent the nape of his neck, the next day a hat to catch the scent in his hair, the third day there was no new addition, but the smell still clung to him, as long-lasting as the seller had claimed. Dabbing turned out to be quite effective, less noticeable than spraying since the scent didn’t diffuse immediately into the air. He did have to touch Till for it work though. With the scent transferred to a new vial with a roller applicator and some clever use of his sleeves, he was able to apply dabs without notice.
Ivan wasn’t entirely sure of his own endgame with this. It pleased him to stick this scent to Till, inching his imagination closer to reality with every application. He did not believe that Till would start to believe he was really an omega or anything strange like that, Till knew he was an alpha and their secondary genders were not able to change. Eventually he’d catch on that he was being scented, but his first thought would be confusion since he does not know an omega with this scent. Honestly, Ivan was a little surprised that Till hadn’t already noticed that the omega smell followed him home, but perhaps he was used to it already and wasn’t detecting it when he was alone.
Was it that he wanted other alphas to look at Till as if he was an omega? Ivan couldn’t deny that he quite liked the way alphas would pick up on the smell and throw strange glances in their direction. Then, was it the case that he wanted Till to be treated like an omega by other people? Did he want Till to catch the attention of alphas? The thoughts were odd because Ivan had believed that he just wanted Till to appear as more of an omega for his own satisfaction, but maybe he did want to see other alphas drooling over his omega. Although in this scenario, ‘his omega’ is actually an alpha who most certainly is not ‘his’ in any sense.
To seal the deal on this shift in scent, his next course of action would be to get Till taking more blockers than he currently was. That would reduce the output of his own scent, which in turn would make the perfume more potent. If he continued to do everything in small stages, Till may not even notice. The obvious route would be crushing up the pills and adding them to food and drink which he would offer Till. It was rare that he would turn down a free snack, so sometimes the obvious route was the best. Not enough to notice, just enough to tone down his scent bit by bit.
When the next perfume bottle arrived, Ivan had to acknowledge that what he was doing was bad. Really bad. But it would be worth it. While shifting the new liquid from the spray bottle to the roller vial, he practically had to hold his breath. Catching the scent as he’d opened the bottle had set his canines on edge. While the previous scent had been pre-heat, this scent was of the same family but had the potency of heat. Similar in strength to the one the attacker he’d read about on the news had used.
On the day he planned to set Till up with the new smell, they had arranged to go out in the day with their other friends. Friends who did not sniff each other enough to note the changes with any interest. Mizi would be too busy filling her nostrils with Sua’s scent to pick up on any changes in Till’s. They would have noticed the new one, however, so he waited. Waited until the girls had split to go their own way, leaving the boys to start their walk home together, their own point of separation a bit further along. Being a bit of a touchy person worked to Ivan’s advantage, allowing him to steal a quick one-armed hug as farewell. A hug that allowed him to run the roller against Till’s nape.
Looping around so that it appeared he went towards his home, Ivan reconvened on Till’s route, keeping his distance. He was anticipating that someone would pick up on his smell and be unable to hold themselves back. Having set-up his friend to be attacked, the least he could do was watch over him and work out when he wanted to step in. Following him, the wait for an alpha to pick up on the scent was agonising. One did bite though. A sharp upwards tilt of the head signified that the hunt was on.
From this distance Ivan could not hear their conversation, but he could imagine. Spinning on his heel, the alpha instantly located the source of the smell walking past him and leapt into uncomfortable closeness, an unwelcome hand on Till’s shoulder. Ivan expected that alpha was saying something along the lines of offering to ‘help’ with his heat, much to Till’s apparent confusion. Vaguely able to hear him shout, Till slapped the hand away from himself with offense, red-faced at the accusation. That spark of physical conflict would open the floodgates for the alpha, dominance challenged.
Watching that alpha shove Till up against the nearest wall and breathe in deeply of the artificial aroma was exciting to Ivan. The combination of Till’s baffled resistance and that stranger’s instinctual lust came together in a glorious amalgamation. The evidence of his scheme working. With wandering hands going straight for gold, the intention of the alpha was clear. He intended to get those fingers working to aggravate the omega’s heat, rendering him unable to continue his fight. When met with no slick, he would realise that Till was not lying about being an alpha, which Ivan assumed he must have brought up to his attacker at this point. Ivan didn’t want this mysterious alpha to potentially tip Till off to what may be happening if he were to connect the dots regarding the artificial pheromones, so now was the time to intervene.
“Get away from him,” baring his teeth, Ivan intended to threaten the alpha away via competition.
Cowardly as a man that would prey on a vulnerable omega on the street would be, he backed off as soon as the prospect of a fight revealed itself. A threatening growl that rumbled from Ivan’s chest was enough to completely rid them of the aggressive stranger. Turning to Till, he appeared shocked from the encounter, as expected.
“Are you okay?” Acting the part of having just turned up, he had to pretend that he had no idea what was happening until that moment.
“What the fuck was that guy’s problem?” Grumbled Till as he patted himself down, righting any clothing out of place.
“It looked like he was touching you up but I’m sure he was an alpha too,” playing up the guise of innocence was a role Ivan was accustomed to, lying without batting an eye.
“Yeah, dude seemed to think I was an omega. In heat no less! Does he even have a sense of smell?” Till remarked, sniffing at his sleeve as if trying to check that his own scent was present. Honestly, Ivan wondered if Till had a sense of smell at this point, having not noticed the omega scent himself. “Huh, I guess I do smell kind of…omega-y,” he noted, sniffing at his clothing more. For a moment, Ivan worried. “Guess I must’ve stood close to Sua for a while or something,” Ivan had never been gladder that Till apparently did not care enough to note his friends’ scents. Sua did not smell anything like that perfume, she smelled like crystallised ginger.
“You do smell omega-y,” Ivan agreed, sniffing at the air, not mentioning how incredibly incorrect his assumption was. “Really omega-y, maybe you should come back to mine instead, it’s closer.” Thankfully his plan worked, Till, who was clearly still paranoid from that other alpha, agreed to stay the night at Ivan’s instead of continuing home.
Ivan knew that his home would always be empty, bar his own presence. Absent parents were a pain for a while, but now he was quite used to the solitude. It would be more of a hassle if they turned up at this point. The next step was an exciting one. First, he needed Till to sleep well. That was more of a challenge than it sounded, but easily achieved with his mother’s sleeping pills crushed into a warm drink. Despite their rare appearance here, medicines were kept on hand in the event of them staying for visits. This medicine would ensure quite the night of rest, whenever he had seen his mother sleep after taking these, nothing could stir her for a solid nine hours.
Excusing himself briefly, Ivan made sure to thoroughly drip the perfume over the pillows and bedding of the prepared spare room, coating the fabric with a layer of his own scenting after to mask his trick. Soon he would be able to enjoy a little of his machinations.
After showing Till to the room he would be sleeping in, Ivan headed back to his own where he planned to only stay a short while. Just long enough for the medicine to kick in and Till to be in a deep slumber. In the meantime, he couldn’t contain his excitement, so figured it wouldn’t hurt to get started. Spraying down a pillow with the same perfume that he had scented Till’s bed in, he held it close to his face. It was now easy to associate that smell with the image of Till. Absently he wondered if Till had noticed the scent on the pillows, mixed with Ivan’s own. If he had, did he think that Ivan had slept with an omega in that bed? What was going through the other alpha’s mind right now?
Grabbing the newest addition to his sordid collection, Ivan tore open the seal to spread the colourless, thick slime-like substance across his fingers. Made to mimic an omega’s slick, also from the same family as the perfumes, it was meant to emulate the feel, smell and taste. Closing his eyes, he let the scented pillow paint an image of Till in his mind, the vision of having just removed his fingers from the other with them coated eagerly in this slick playing out behind his eyelids.
Blood rushing already, Ivan raised the fingers to his lips, flicking his tongue out to experimentally taste the lubricant. The taste was not nearly as strong as the sweet smell, but there was a hint of a floral aftertaste lingering on his tongue. Pleasant and inoffensive. He imagined Till’s face would scrunch up as he yelled complaints about Ivan doing something strange like that, licking his fingers after they had just been in the other.
Reaching down, he wrapped those slightly sticky fingers around himself. His fist could glide up and down his length smoothly, the light squelch of the applied liquid with each desperate pump filling his brain with depraved scenes. It was a struggle to stop his self-gratifying act before reaching his end, his fantasies stronger than ever. The things he envisioned doing to Till verged on deranged. If the other had any sense, he would run from Ivan.
Having been able to enter the sleeping boy’s room, Ivan was quite sure the sleeping pills were having the desired effect. Carefully inching closer, just in case they weren’t as strong as he hoped, Ivan slid the disorganised covers from Till’s body. The scent rolling off him radiated need, it was so far detached from any alpha scent that it would have had Ivan stiff even if he hadn’t already been as such.
Asleep in nothing but his boxers, Ivan could appreciate that his form really was repulsive. Sharp and angular throughout, there was no hint of softness that came with an omega’s body. No bulging stores of plush fat anywhere around his middle, just skin, bone and muscle with horribly scarce cushioning. Unnecessarily wide shoulders contrasted with narrow hips which made his body totally unsuitable to carrying young. Biologically, everything about him was unappealing to Ivan’s eye, and yet for some reason the thought of utterly dominating this alpha aroused him more than any omega could.
Settling behind Till who slept on his side, Ivan chanced a touch to his skin to check if he stirred with any awareness. When he did not, Ivan steeled himself to take this to a point of no return. With delicate ease he pulled down those obstructive boxers to around mid-thigh, low enough to get them out of the way but high enough to quickly pull back up if needed. Slathering his fingers in more of the lube, he sucked in a deep breath. If Till were to wake, there would be a lot of shocks. The most concerning to Ivan was Till seeing the items he had bought and reporting him for having artificial pheromone products. He was putting a lot on the line to pursue his sick desires, a testament to how much he wanted this.
Holding that breath, he pressed the first generously slicked finger inside Till. A small sound escaped him at which Ivan almost retracted and fled, but he kept himself still as Till squirmed briefly before stilling once more. No more sounds were made as Ivan pushed the finger deeper in. Good. He knew better than to add the second finger yet, continuing to spread the lubrication with the first instead. Admittedly he wasn’t particularly fond of this, omegas were wet right away, it was one of the things about them which made them so tempting. Having to apply that moisture himself wasn’t enjoyable, if anything it simply served as a reminder that Till was an alpha, and that there was something wrong with Ivan.
This was essentially a test run. Since there was so much risk involved, Ivan needed to know how much he wanted to do all of this. If it was the case that doing it once would satisfy his curiosity, then he needed that information before he took things way too far. Already he could tell that he was serious about this degenerate desire of his, but he had to go through with his plan to know. Once the second finger had worked its way in, it wasn’t so bad. His fingers were moving more easily, and if he simply pushed from his mind the feeling of the first finger, he could almost imagine that Till had always been this wet and was getting wetter from Ivan’s touch. Almost.
After getting three fingers deep into him and feeling like he was adequately prepared, Ivan pushed down his own underwear for the final stage of tonight’s operation. Panting in that scent, he was reminded that it was of an omega in heat as his knot already began to swell and inflate. He wouldn’t be going that far, not tonight. There was no way the sleeping pills would be that effective. Just a bit. He was just going to put it in a bit. Keeping a close watch on the side of Till’s sleeping face, Ivan lined his tip against that hole, wet and ready for him. Easing in slowly was a challenge, both due to the tightness of this incompatible virgin body and his explosive want to pin Till down and ram it into him until he cries.
Trying to keep his pleasured groans soft so near to Till’s ears, he pushed inside until he felt the engorged bulb of his knot bump against flesh. Not yet. Retracting partially to steadily glide back in, the feelings growing within him were intense. Bathed in body heat wrapped snug around him and nose filled with ripened pheromones, his euphoria was made real. Knowing it would only be a few thrusts before he could no longer contain himself, he considered the matter solved. Pulling out he ascertained that he had tried it, and his needs were far from sated. This was not a one-off want. Correcting Till’s underwear and re-covering him as if Ivan had never visited, he vanished back to his own room to finish himself off in a matter of moments. It was one of his most intense orgasms to date.
Till’s awkward appearance in the morning while Ivan was setting the table for breakfast brought him a mischievous joy that he did not let play out across his face. How confused he must have been when he woke, wet in a place that he was not when last he was awake. Ivan wondered if he had touched around to try to understand the cause. Had he pressed his fingers into himself, marvelling at the ease by which they had slipped in? How long had he laid there touching himself in confused experimentation?
“This might sound odd, but did anything, uh, strange happen last night?” The picking of his words was a delight, feeling the need to ask but suspecting nothing. “Other than that weirdo alpha yesterday, obviously.”
“Strange? Like what?” With a perfected head tilt, Ivan was clear of any doubt.
“Ah, nothing, don’t worry about it,” waving his hand as if to bat away his own question, he looked away to hide the pink that flooded his face. Deeming his state this morning too embarrassing to explain or question, that was the end of it, settling down to breakfast as if he hadn’t woken lubed and unknowingly deflowered.
“Did you sleep well?” Sitting opposite, Ivan hid the upwards tug of his mouth behind bites of food. It was hard to keep the smile down while scenes played out of things he knew that Till did not. He would be mortified if he knew how close Ivan’s teeth had been to his neck, if he knew that though only for a few moments, their bodies had merged into a single abomination.
“Yeah, really well actually,” though still distracted, Till was apparently not too worried about how he had woke, busying himself with the spread Ivan had prepared.
“I’m surprised you weren’t bothered by sleeping in another alpha’s home,” with his scent stuck to just about everything in his house, being here should trigger some sort of territorial response in the other alpha. Till had seemed unfazed, but perhaps it was because they had grown up together and as such Till had become numb to Ivan’s presence.
“Why would I be bothered? It’s only you,” as if he’d searched for the most harmful words to pluck and throw at Ivan, each one landed like a strike to the face. While it was true they had been friends for many years so it may follow that Till felt safe around Ivan, it did not change that they were both still alphas and therefore should be a threat to one another.
If anything, Till’s words at that time spurred Ivan on more. The idea of Till feeling no sense of competition around him frustrated Ivan. Having sown some seeds and tested Till’s reactions to various situations, as well as checked the intensity of his own interest, Ivan resolved himself to take this all the way.
He’d read online that the term for his fascination was called ‘omegafication’. It is a fetish wherein one desires to have an alpha or beta present themselves as an omega in various ways, the most prominent being in regard to smell, and have at them. Forums that Ivan had found were often full of complaints over the illegality of artificial omega pheromones since regular shop bought scents don’t quite do the trick. The main problem is that an alpha couldn’t knot if they weren’t in rut unless their omega was in heat. With the artificial pheromones of an omega in heat, then knotting could occur without the alpha needing to be in rut. Often a core want of those with this ‘omegafication’ fetish was to knot their target in a show of total domination. It was also part of why those attacks had caused such damage to the beta victims.
The plan from this point onwards was simple. Ivan just had to get Till back to his house, to his room where they would have complete privacy, and win a fight against him. He didn’t doubt that he would emerge victorious though, he couldn’t recall a time when he had ever lost a fight against Till.