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There was something about Nezumi that was captivating in every sense of the word. He was a blade, a black cat, dark and mysterious and dangerous and brooding and Shion loved him oh so very much. Even when he was less sleek and more like a feral kitten at age twelve. Society would tell him that he, as an Omega, belonged with an Alpha not Nezumi (a Beta). But Shion’s Omega desired only Nezumi despite everything and anything.
The fact that Nezumi was up on stage, his beautiful voice humming through his blood and filling the theater in a white, fluffy dress that made him look like a virginal maiden of some kind —his face was painted to match with petal pink lips and a blush across his pale cheek bones, hair extensions or a wig in a delicate, purposefully messy braid over his shoulder— did not lessen Shion’s desire. The Omega sat on the edge of his seat, eyes trained completely on his Beta as a tear fell artfully from his eyelashes and slid down his cheek as he continued to sing the female protagonist’s lament. She did not have a happy end, whatever the character’s name was, and died in the arms of her true love after her illicit affair was discovered by her husband. Nezumi made it look real, made it look like he truly loved the woman holding him, and it made Shion briefly, madly jealous.
The audience cheered for Eve, the actress, but Shion cheered for Nezumi, the man who loved him enough to come back to the place that caused him pain, who lived with him and kissed him good morning, made slow, easy love to him in the buttery light of dawn but refused to fuck him in the bath (it’d waste water, he said, even though it wasn’t as big of an issue now that Shion had helped give the West District and whatever remained of No. 6 basic essentials like indoor plumbing, irrigation, electricity, health care, food).
When the director of the production approached Shion afterwards and said Eve wanted to see him, he couldn’t help but preen as jealous looks followed him and the director/producer backstage toward the dressing rooms. He was left alone in front of Nezumi’s door and he knocked, shyly, nervously, but was met with a melodious: “Come in.”
The Omega opened the door and his breath caught. Sitting in front of a mirror and vanity was his Beta, the fake hair off his head so only his chin length black hair remained. He was still wearing the dress and make up, though, and Shion felt slick slide down his inner thighs. “Nezumi…” he breathed, speechless, wanting to worship at the other’s feet, like he deserved, “you were amazing.”
The smile and small blush Shion received was pleased and genuine. “Which part?”
“All of it! I-I love your singing, always, and you look… well… you’re dressed…”
“Do you like to see me dressed like a woman?”
He shrunk in on himself and hesitantly asked, “Is that bad?”
Minutely, the other’s eyes softened the smallest amount. “Of course not…” he whispered, holding his hand out for Shion, so he could hold onto a little bit of control, “I’m only hoping that you will show your appreciation properly.”
His face went bright red as he shifted, licking his lips nervously. “Wh-What did the fair lady have in mind?” He asked tentatively. He knew Nezumi didn’t like people who knew his true identity using female pronouns even if he was dressed as such, but Shion could scent it in the air— electricity, tension. They were playing a game now.
Nezumi grinned but didn’t scold the Omega for the use of such a female title. Instead, the Beta spread his legs, slowly beginning to collect the fabric. “I think dropping to your knees would be appropriate.”
Before his boyfriend could finish speaking, Shion was on his knees, palms flat on the floor and his mouth hanging open. Saliva collected on his tongue and he felt his insides ache with the desire to be filled; his hole twitched and more slick slid down his thighs. He hoped it wouldn’t stain the seat of his pants.
“You want my cock, Omega?” Shion nodded, full of desperate enthusiasm. It felt like far too long since he had Nezumi’s cock sliding over his tongue and down his throat. “Then come here and service me.”
Shion ducked down, hidden by the large amount of fabric. The Beta’s dick was straining against his white boxer briefs and, gulping down the excess saliva in his mouth, Shion reached for the elastic band. The cock popped out and Shion couldn’t stop himself from leaning in and inhaling his lover’s addictive, masculine scent.
“Well. Are you going to get on with it?”
Shion was surrounded in a fabric cocoon, safe, and his pheromones were filling the room rapidly, his eyes growing hazy with lust. He pushed his nose into Nezumi’s sack and loudly inhaled. “Yes, ma’am… just… enjoying myself.”
“Aren’t I the one that’s supposed to be having fun here?”
The Omega grinned at the breathless response and he gave a chase kiss to the head. “Oh, you will Nezumi,” he whimpered before sliding his lips around the length until balls hit his chin, pubic hair tickled his nose and his lips met flesh.
“Fuck!” Hips jerked, Nezumi’s cock thrusting further down his throat and Shion hummed in pleasure, relaxing to allow it to go in deeper. He felt so full and pleased that his voice would be rough with how the Beta was thrusting into his throat, how he couldn’t see Shion’s fingers rub against his own wet entrance over the fabric of his pants. It didn’t take long before he felt a hand on his head, pressing him down to flood his mouth with cum.
Shion whimpered as he swallowed it down like his life depended on it. It didn’t. He could’ve spit it out and Nezumi still would’ve said “good boy, Shion, you’re so good” like he was doing now, the Beta’s voice husky and deep with the afterglow. “Did my Omega come?”
“No, ma’am,” he answered immediately, licking sweat off the insides of Nezumi’s thighs, “You never gave me permission.”
The Omega didn’t have to see the other’s smile, he could hear it in his voice. “Good. You can rub yourself on my thigh until you come. Get up here.”
While he was hidden, Shion licked his lips and grinned. He loved getting what he wanted.