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The conversations were never long. Never this long at least. Suguru typically didn’t care how caring or how different the alpha he slept with was.
They always had the same script. I’m different, I care about Omegas, I’m gentle and emotionally mature and sensitive.
Suguru doesn’t care. He can argue he gives the same argument. He’s macho for an omega. He’s tough, he’s assertive, he doesn’t submit. Charismatic and not so easily swooned. He’s not easily impressed.
But he’s truthful with his words. All of those alphas lie to him, and just as they lie, their tears come easily.
40.7128° N,
74.0060° W
The way Satoru cries brings a chill down Suguru’s back. The way he cries is so pretty. And not only that. It’s so believable, it’s so heart wrenching that for a moment he feels bad. In this alpha led society, unfair laws, rapes that go unpunished, children with no father and omegas that are beaten just for talking back, in private and in public, Suguru can’t make his heart toughen up.
He can’t look away from Satoru.
His griffin is a thorough bred crow, black feathers, strong legs like tree trunks. She’s a fifth generation bred from his grandfathers all the way down to him. Her father was a ridiculously large griffin, and she’s a large female as well.
But she glides through the sky like a fucking assassin. Silent and deadly. When she stalks, sometimes he thinks that lioness is in the wild; even as she’s been brought up around human hands, she stalks like a feral animal.
And in that way, she’s not like her father. She’s more sinister. She requires a strong hand, a strong backbone, stern, and dominant. She respects Suguru. She respected how he crafted her and raised her like a mother. He was there when she fell out of her mother like a cannon.
“I want to buy your girl.”
“She’s not for sale.”
“She’s mighty pretty.”
“I’m a bounty hunter; she’s my ride.”
“Why not? I have the money for her.” He tries to entice the man, but he’s not buying it. Maybe he’s never been told no.
“She’d kill you. That’s my girl.” Suguru pulls off his hat and sets it on the bar, bringing dark Bourbon to his lips. The alcohol is smooth when it rolls down his throat. Tingles his nose.
“You’re a bounty hunter? Little man like you looks like an omega. You blocking your scent?”
“And if I am?” Suguru turns his head up to the man. The alpha is tall. An abomination. Maybe some leucism mistake, white hair and blue eyes. He’s got scars down his entire body, it seems. From his face, on his arms. On his neck and as far as he can see on his chest. . Probably bullied and cut up for his appearance.
“Omegas aren’t bounty hunters.” He sits next to Suguru and wraps a hand around his shoulder. “See that young lady right there. That’s an omega job, a whore for us to grab and bring to the back and fuck. After she makes our drinks until the next of us are ready.”
Suguru takes another sip of his Bourbon. He doesn’t flinch as he feels the man grip his shoulder, look of bewilderment on his face.
“I suggest you remove your hand.”
“Where does an omega get a gun?”
“Same place your daddy gets one; now remove your hand or you’ll lose your baby maker.” He hears the gun shift in his hand, his finger lined right on the trigger. His goods are in danger.
“So hostile. I’m only pulling your leg.”
“You’re not.” Suguru removed the gun from his crotch. He downs the rest of his drink, leaving the cup there to walk out of the bar. He gets stares; he always does.
He’s tall for an omega. But he’s still slender. He’s pretty. His hair is long, half of it tied up. As he puts on his hat, pushing open the door, he can feel those bright blue eyes watching him as he leaves.
He gets on his girl. Her name is Cherry, and she’s just as tart as one. Barely sweet.
She’s delicious to him, a good griffin, and listens well. But another person approaches her, and she becomes a bat out of hell. Suguru flies her up on their next kill. He’s got someone to end real soon; deadlines are coming up before someone else can catch him first.
He ran away from his debt. Name is Toji Fushiguro. A man who gambles and refuses to pay when he loses. He’s on a long losing streak, they won’t even say how much he owes. It’s better to just kill the man off, they know he will never have the money.
32.1574° N,
82.9071° W
Fushiguro didn’t make it far from where he was last spotted. Suguru had his scent, and so did his girl Cherry. Griffins had a sense of smell that was akin to a bloodhounds, they could track scents for miles, especially in the air. She swooped down on him like she was hunting for her prey and caught him under her massive talons, dark feathers poking into him like a steak.
They weren’t delicate animals. Suguru pulled on her reins, keeping her from pecking at the man. She had followed his scent for miles, she was hungry for her prize. Human flesh to pick off the bone. He doesn’t feed her his catches. Humans unfortunately have a fat content enough to make a griffin fatten up quick. Then she won’t be as fast in the sky. Still, he gives her a treat now and again.
“You got a high number on your head. Is it more than what you owe?”
“Of course not. I could’ve made it back.”
“I’m sure you could’ve. Any last words.”
“I heard about you. Aren’t you the omega bitch wanna be hunter?”
“Wanna be? I hunted you, now she’s gonna have her dinner.” Suguru states it irritatingly. The man stinks of alpha, he can tell he hasn’t had a bath in weeks since he’s on the run, he can smell exactly which lakes he dragged his sweaty body through. Not to mention his scent was filled with fear and stress.
Cherry picked him apart viciously. His screams only stopped when she got deep enough to his spine, but he was still breathing. He was still alive as she crunched through bone and flesh.
He brought her to another bar, tacked her up there, and let her finish her meal. She was tough enough and big enough to keep her prey to herself. He could spot a familiar griffin out front of this inn. He’s still young and still has room to grow, judging by his paw size. He’ll be big but smaller than his Cherry. His feathers still needed to molt one more time or so. He was rowdy, making a bunch of noise and pacing his feet., but he wasn’t dumb enough to mess with her.
Suguru walked in the inn, the ragged breath of Toji behind him as the doors shut his noise out, closed to the rest of the inn. But he gets stares regardless. It’s not uncommon to see a bounty hunter drag their kill around, but it is disturbing to see he’s still alive.
Alcohol blocks the scent of an omega. It fucks up the ability for the scent to be sweet and neutralizes it like vinegar over piss.
“We’ve gotta stop meeting like this baby.” The man with the young griffin sits beside him, his white hair and blue eyes so striking to him. How does he keep his hair white with the dust storms griffins wings being upon takeoff?
“You following me?”
“I’ve earned my money. I train griffins. I could take your girl off your hands.” He offers. He really wants that griffin.
“She’s well trained. With me at least. She’s not very nice to strangers.”
“I could fix that. Maybe since her owner ain’t very nice either, she thinks it’s ok to be just as hostile.”
“I’m not hostile.”
“Omegas are supposed to be friendly.” He scoots closer, placing a hand in the bar as he invades Suguru’s space. He smells of alcohol and candy, his tongue red, probably from the candy he’s sucked off. He brings his nose down to Suguru’s neck, reaching up to move his hair out the way.
“No matter what, I can still smell you. I can smell you for miles. You can block it all you want, sugar, I know what you smell like.”
“What did I tell you about your hands?”
“It’s been so long, I’m not sure. Remind me, baby.”
“You keep touching me; I’ll shoot your dick off and feed it to my girl.”
“Wouldn’t you want to ride the cowboy before you get rid of it?”
“You’re a fucking pervert.”
“And you’re gorgeous, sugar. I have a room. I had a little slut omega scheduled, but I think I’d like you instead.”
“I’ll pass. I’m not interested.”
“You sure?” He breathes Suguru in, and he can smell the alpha, it hits his nose like a truck. His rut is close, and his scent is rough, and strong. For alphas, the alcohol only makes their scent stronger, it doesn’t neutralize it, just makes it more potent.
And he stinks, each drop of his scent enters his nose like a threat.
“I could breed you good. Fuck you nice and full, I’ve never had an omega complain. I got what you need.”
“I don’t need anything from the likes of you.” Suguru places the empty cup down, tapping the bar. He needs more. He needs some patience pumped into his veins.
“You’re playing hard to get, I know you smell me.”
“I’ve got more self control than the slut you paid for.”
“But I didn’t pay for her, least not yet. So you’ve got time to change your mind and come ride the cowboy. And if you don’t know how I can always teach you, sugar. I can imagine a hostile, rude fucking omega like yourself doesn’t get much.”
“I get plenty. But I don’t take alpha dick.”
“Oh, if you want another omega I’d be more than happy to watch. I’d even pay for it just for you.”
“You misunderstand me. I fuck alphas. They’re always tight. And unfortunately, I always make them realize something about themselves, and they try to own me. But I rarely stick around.”
“What alpha lets a little omega fuck them?”
“Ones who seen my cock, sugar’” he mocks the taller man, his smile instantly dropping.” Now unless you’re putting out I don’t need to go upstairs with you.” Suguru accepts his drink, placing his money down and taking his first sip. Whiskey this time around. It burns, but it burns good.
“That’s unnatural. I wish you’d stop drinking so I could smell if your sweet heat is close.”
“I’m fixed.” Suguru says, and the man tilts his head, he’s not amused.
“You’re bullshitting?” Satoru says in utter disbelief.
“No. I don’t want any kids popping out of me. I still have a heat, but it’s not like the cold hungry omegas you’re probably used to.”
“Very unnatural. You’re a fucking sinful omega.” Typical alpha opinion, all omegas are created to crave having a baby.
“Call me what you want. I work a job I can easily get raped if I get knocked unconscious. I’d rather not have the consequences of that.”
“That’s cold.” The man smirks. ” My name is Satoru.”
“I don’t care.” He downs the last of his whiskey, placing his cup back down. He waits for the barkeep to come back around.
31.9686° N,
99.9018° W
His girl is stubborn, when she has a scent, she keeps on it, but he trusts her. Sources say his next bounty is upstate, but the scent she’s got from a torn up shirt and blood takes her down south. Her wings are thunderous. She’s motivated with blood. Fushiguro was tasty, and she wants some more. This man’s name is Satoru Gojo. He’s heard the name before. Somehow it’s familiar. Man’s got a bounty for killing unlawfully. Torturing for fun. He moves fast, he’s already killed the police that tired to tie him down. He seems to be a vicious fighter and an even more ruthless killer.
Cherry is a greedy girl. She’d like more, but he can already tell she’s gained some weight eating Fushiguro. He’s got to watch her figure.
“Getting chubby.” He pats her side. She offers an offended bellow, bowing her head for him to pet the top of her feathers.
“Keep an eye on me girl.” He says, leaving her untacked to walk free. If anything, she’ll tear someone limb from limb for him.
Another bar. This one is big on gambling. Poker nights leave people with only one arm, one eye, sometimes all of their toes gone. He never understood why someone would want body parts to show they’ve won a card game. But to alphas, it’s pride and it’s shame. To pluck someone’s eye out and to watch them cry after losing it is the best feeling in the world for them.
“You just can’t stay away from me, can you?”
“I’m sure you know why I’m here.” Suguru takes off his hat and sits at the bar.
“What, you’re gonna fuck me? I bet you’ve got your griffin out there circling if I run out. Mine is watching you.”
“He’s still a baby.”
“So? Doesn’t mean he won’t fight for me.”
“He won’t win.”
“Maybe. But it’ll buy me time. Are you gonna kill me?” Blue eyes— Satoru gets closer than he did last time, his lips just brushing against Suguru’s, like he wants to die with Suguru’s lips on his. He wants to taste him, taste that heat, and taste the alcohol on his lips. His rut is making him erratic, he’s not thinking straight.
He’s acting off of hormones and what he wants, not what’s logical. All alphas lose apart of themselves during their ruts, just as omegas do. But it’s which part that gets a 15 million bounty put on their head. Dead. And they want his eyes personally delivered.
Suguru holds the knife to his neck, just drawing a drop of blood, and it drips down his pale skin, soaking into the collar of his shirt.
“You’ve got any last words?”
“I want you to fuck me.” Satoru stands up, grabbing Suguru’s face to keep his eyes right on his. The man is delirious, high on his rut, high on the high change in his body. His rut is just on the tip of his tongue. He’s going to fucking explode, he could probably come if Suguru actually put the knife through his kidney. ” I want to feel your body on mine, I don’t care how you do it, but I want it done.”
He then shoved Suguru back, a challenge to the omega. By the time Suguru gathers his knife and gets his rearing, Satoru is walking up the stairs of the bar/ gambling addicts paradise.
Suguru follows. He’s alert, placing his hat back on his head as he follows the man into his private room. It’s nothing fancy. Something good enough to fuck on. There’s oil, there’s handcuffs, and there’s also blood on the walls.
Suguru doesn’t waste much time, grabbing the man by the collar of his shirt to finally connect their lips after what felt like forever.theyre as soft as they look—too soft for an alphas lips. His lips taste like candy, and as his tongue sweeps into his mouth, he tastes the savory sweetness melting into his own tongue.
His pants are peeled from his skin, and Satoru’s scars go down the entirety of his body. Like someone took a knife and has been just slashing him constantly. His newest one is at his thigh, that’s where he got his blood scent from. He was pushing Suguru down onto the bed, quickly unwrapping his belt from his waist. It’s the impatient draw of his finger that makes Suguru so hard.
And when his cock is revealed, his words aren’t as snarky as before. He isn’t just a little omega or a little man. He’s intimidated, at least a little. He can read it all over his face. But there’s also that horny, bitter flash of excitement.
“I’ve had my fair share of other alphas, but this is pretty cock.” Suguru only tilts his head at him. He's proud of it, but he’s not so in his head to rub it in his face.
They want to kill each other. Satoru to survive, and Suguru for the money.
Oil is dripped over Satoru’s fingers. He leans over Suguru, his long fingers sinking into his hole. His voice melts in Suguru’s ear, he watches his thighs tremble, those pretty blue eyes looking through his white lashes and begging for Suguru.
When his mouth falls open Suguru knew he found his prostate, knew he’s rubbing against it deliciously because his hips cant with the thrusts of his fingers. When he extracts them, he pulls them to his own lips, adjusting his position on Suguru and gripping his cock to align it with his slick hole.Suguru stretches him with a burn he hasn’t felt with other alphas in a while. A burn that makes his eyes squeeze shut and his teeth sink into his bottom lip.
“Come on, don’t be shy.” Suguru puts his hat on Satoru’s head, letting the trainer adjust it so it sits nicely. ” Ride a cowboy.”
Satoru thinks he’s clearly mocking him, clearly being a dick about his cocky words, but as he fully sinks down and feels Suguru’s hands against his thighs, his rude remarks are removed from his lips.
He's never rode. He’s been bent over, had his legs spread wide, and even has them bent behind his head, but he’s never rode. Suguru guides his hips. Up and back, down and forward. Guiding him to grind and not just bounce like some craving slut.
Satoru holds onto the hat to keep it from falling off of his head, his moans start as little whines, still pain-filled but stricken with pleasure. And then he feels it—feels Suguru throbbing inside of him, feels his cock running against the insides of his sweet hole.
Suguru isn’t using him. Isn’t just fucking him because there’s a lack of omegas and he needs to come. He’s teaching him. He’s making him learn how to keep that balance. Because soon Suguru’s hands don’t guide him, they aren’t making him do anything, it’s himself, riding his rhythm, feeling the wave of his hips.
He looks down at Suguru, then he looks at the lump pushing at his stomach every time he comes down.Fuck, he’s thick, he’s fucking long, and he fills him how he was meant to be filled. He’s experienced in using his cock. He’s not just an omega with a big mouth, he’s true to his words. His arms wrap around Satoru, pulling him in tight as he bucks his hips up with little warning. The room is filled with noises—the sound of hips meeting ass and a voice becoming raw as moans tear through his throat.
“That’s it, stay right on it.” Suguru urges, his fingers digging into Satoru hard. His scent wafts through the entire room. The scent of an omega, flowing through strongly. That’s the scent Satoru knows, that’s the scent he can never escape, no matter how hard he tries. The scent of Suguru is so pretty, like an omega should be.
But he fucks him like a bull. Ruthless, angry, rough. Hard like he wants to buck him off, then trample down on his skull with his hooves. Satoru runs his fingers through Suguru’s hair, gripping it tightly as he grinds down to meet his thrusts, tightening around him. His orgasm is the best he’s ever had compared to any alphas he’s ever fucked. Any alpha who claimed they could make him come in a heartbeat, their promises and sweet words always proved useless.
Suguru isn’t far behind him. The tight clenching of his hole brought him closer than expected and fast. His orgasm runs up behind him and hits him in the back of the head. And hard.
Satoru still holds onto the hat as he looks down at Suguru’s pretty face. He reaches down to rub his thumb over his puffy bottom lip, moving a piece of his sweaty bangs from his face.
“What a pretty face. Wish I could look at it every day.”
“You should run off. Get out the state.”
“What about your money?”
“There’s always worse people than you. Better leave before I change my mind.” Satoru slowly pulls off of suguru, feeling the mess of his come leaking from him. He doesn’t have time to clean up. He pulls his pants back up and makes sure he’s got his guns.
Suguru turns in the bed to look at him.
“Hope I see your pretty face again.” Satoru’s legs bring him across the room to the window, and he opens it up. He brings two fingers to his lips, blowing a clean whistle between them.
His young griffin comes, landing on the roof. He’s clumsy, nearly falling off as Satoru mounts him.
Cherry is waiting when he comes back to her, watching her prey leave without getting her command to kill. She’s obviously irritated. His greedy girl.