#alpha alejandro

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Could you write an arranged marriage AU with king/warlord Alejandro with Rudy being offered to him as spouse so he won't invade the kingdom Rudy comes from? Maybe Rudy would be scared to be offered to Ale because his reputation is scary but then it turns out Ale falls in love at first sight, but Rudy doesn't believe him at first.

SCREAMS, SCREAMS SO LOUD anon I could kiss you, also this is ABO because... idk. It took so unbelievably long because I was setting up an entire AU for it!

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Rodolfo could have cried when he looked in the mirror. He was dressed to be a bride and he hated it. He'd agreed to this, for his kingdom. Granted, he didn't really have a choice because they were going to send him, regardless, but he had decided to agree to it.

"It could be worse, Rudy." Soap, his best friend and who would be his first lady in waiting, tried to joke. "He could be unattractive."

"His personality far outweighs any outer attraction." Rodolfo shook his head, keeping his voice soft in case anyone could hear him. He doubted they could but he'd like to be careful. "Have you heard what they say about him?"

Soap cringed, reaching up and carefully readjusting Rodolfo's veil, making sure it covered his eyes. It was a deep blue, with gold flakes in it, that gave an impression of stars. "For what it's worth, you're beautiful."

Rodolfo smiled, sadly. "Thank you." He murmured, touching Soap's face. He'd been "gifted" to Rodolfo by his parents on Rodolfo's thirteenth birthday. It was customary in his kingdom for Noble's to offer their child to royalty. It gave them the chance to learn how to play at court, and potentially gave them a seat at a war table or strategy board. Or, in an omega's case, a chance of marrying someone who would be at those table.

Soap grinned at him. "Besides... I'm here. Can you really be so sad with your best friend here?"

"No, I suppose I cannot." Rodolfo agreed and turned back to the mirror. He tried to suppress the way his hands shook as he raked them over the fabric on his body, trying to smooth it out. "I'm terrified..."

"I'm right here, Rudy. It's going to be okay." Soap nodded, meeting his eyes in the mirror.

Rodolfo took a deep breath. "What will he do to me?"

"Nothing. I know you. You have a fiery spirit. You'll stand tall and demand he respect you. Or else. Because that's who you are." Soap smiled, reassuringly. "I've seen you stand up to war generals."

"Not Kings. Not my husband." Rodolfo shook his head. "Not King Alejandro."

Soap hesitated before sighing. "Alejandro Vargas is just an alpha, at the end of the day."

Just an alpha. Right. Alejandro Vargas, king of the Red Kingdom, named that for the amount of blood it's spilled over the centuries it's been established, was more than just an alpha. He was a Warlord. It was the custom of his kingdom. He'd won his first battle at 13, his first war at 18, and he'd quickly started to rebuild the Silver Empire. And at 24, he was succeeding, too. Rodolfo's marriage to Alejandro would cement their kingdom's rejoining of the Empire, the 6th kingdom, of the original 13, to rejoin.

Alejandro had a reputation for being bloodthirsty. He drank with his breakfast, some would say. Rodolfo had been told many times that Alejandro would chew him up and spit him out. He liked to break omegas. Would push them until they snapped. Left a broken shell of their former selves.

And Rodolfo Parra, second born of his family into the second largest Kingdom of the Old Empire, Artemea, (the largest being the Red Kingdom), had to marry him. He wondered, as he finally followed Soap to where the ceremony would take place, how long he'd last. How long would he last before Alejandro broke him like he apparently broke other omegas?

Months? Years? Gods, he'd probably barely last days. Where would he find himself in the weeks after their marriage? A husk, only pulled out for events? He'd seen other Queens befall that state. He'd always vowed that would never be him. Yet, here he was, being dressed and preened for the slaughter.

Rodolfo quickly grabbed Soap's hand when they reached the door he was meant to go through, tensing. "Soap..." He whispered, hardly able to breathe. "I can't do this..."

"You have to, Rudy. It'll be alright." Soap murmured and took his hand, patting it. "I'll be there. Right off to the side. I believe in you."

Rodolfo almost stopped him as he let go of Rodolfo's hand, turning and leaving so he could take his place. Rodolfo took in a shuddering breath and when he heard the Priestess say his cue, he finally went in.

Alejandro was wearing red, a big shocker, with gold accents. As Soap had pointed out, he was attractive. If Rodolfo wasn't terrified of his actions, he would have fawned over him with Soap the moment he found out he was to be married to him.

His face was neutral as Rodolfo stepped in, hard almost.

It only frightened Rodolfo more. He hadn't expected affection in his eyes, but... he'd wanted something. He couldn't read Alejandro's expression at all. He didn't like that.

Rodolfo managed to keep himself from running back out of the room, doing as Soap said he would. He straightened and set his chin, taking a deep breath. Stand tall, don't show your fear. Alejandro may try to break you, but he won't steal your dignity in front of everyone here.

When he was in front of Alejandro, he looked up at him, taking in a breath as he studied Alejandro's features. They were sharp, angled in all of the typical way an Alpha's features were expected to be. Light facial hair, Rodolfo believed it was called stubble, dusted his jaw, though it was clean.

That was one thing the red kingdom was known for. They cared about their looks, their appearance, their presentation. First impressions were apparently everything to them. Alejandro... seemed to be making a clear effort with his.

Rodolfo's eyes traced over his features, though they were easily caught by a long jagged scar that went down the right side of Alejandro's face from the bottom of his eyelid to his jaw. The way it was shaped suggested a slash, not a cut. He wondered which battle had earned him that one.

Honestly, he didn't look all that frightening. Everyone had described him as something close to a monster. Hard eyes constantly searching out violence, jagged features, a stance that could strike fear into the hardest war generals. But... Soap was right. Alejandro was just an alpha.

The priestess started the ceremony. The first part was to hold out their hands. They would clasp them, gently, and then the priestess would bind them together. Rodolfo held out his left hand, trying not to show how much it shook.

Alejandro definitely noticed, though, because a small frown appeared on his face as he took Rodolfo's hand with his own left. His hands were slightly rough on Rodolfo's skin, his skin much warmer than Rodolfo's. Alejandro's skin was slightly lighter than his own, but only slightly. It was only noticeable when they touched. It made sense, Rodolfo spent most of his time in his castle's garden, reading while Soap rambled about anything and everything.

"With this silk rope, I bind you King Alejandro Vargas of the Red Kingdom to Prince Rodolfo Parra of Artemea." Rodolfo watched her tie the rope in a marriage knot around their wrists, forming an infinity symbol around their thumbs. While the knot was formed, Alejandro's hand turned to the side, slightly, and Rodolfo could see a deep scar across his wrist.

He had to put everything into not looking at Alejandro in shock and just continued to stare at the rope on his wrist. He knew what that scar was. And... he had to admit, it clashed against everything he knew about Alejandro.

Alejandro was a very successful king. Why would he feel the need to end himself?

When the knot was tied, the Priestess then got a goblet from the side table. She took a carafe of wine from two tables. One had a Sun on it, the old symbol of the Red Kingdom before it became known only for blood, and the other had a moon, the symbol of Artemea. She poured wine from both carafes into the goblet, speaking a prayer in the old tongue, a language Rodolfo had never felt the need to learn.

The priestess then held the glass between them. Rodolfo was to take it first, so he did. He wasn't sure why. Soap had said, when Rodolfo had asked after the rehearsal ceremony, that the reason was because it was so an alpha could have their first taste of their new wife.

Alphas would place their lips over where their omegas had just placed theirs and it would be as if they were tasting them with the wine.

Rodolfo wasn't quite sure he believed him.

As was customary, Alejandro reached forward and pulled Rodolfo's veil back from his face, slightly, so Rodolfo could pull the goblet up to his lips. It would be hard to do himself, with his hand bound to Alejandro's. He took a small sip, trying not to make a face at the taste of the wine. it was ceremony wine, not good wine, so it did not taste great. But, he got through it.

Then, Alejandro took the cup from him. He turned the cup in an almost rehearsed way and took his own drink from it, his mouth right where Rodolfo's had been. Huh, Soap may have been right.

Then, the goblet was taken from them and Alejandro was lifting the veil over Rodolfo's face. The veil had muted the light a little, so his eyes had to adjust once it was moved, and he glanced around a little to help them.

When his eyes fell onto Alejandro's face again, he was shocked to see his features had softened, considerably, into an expression of almost awe. If Rodolfo didn't know better, he would have claimed admiration was there. "The gods could not have prepared me for how beautiful you are."

Rodolfo flushed dark at Alejandro's words, especially as they were spoken in the native language that both of their kingdoms shared. "Thank you." He responded, to be polite.

He knew the mating bite was next. That had terrified him. Kept him awake at night. He'd imagined Alejandro, his teeth sharp fangs, tearing into his neck. Mauling him. Ripping him open at their own altar.

As he'd seen at other ceremonies, of which he'd attended many, he expected Alejandro to grab him with his free arm, yank him over, and sink his teeth into Rodolfo's neck, leaving Rodolfo with the decision of forcing himself to stay quiet or humiliate himself with whimpering in front of everyone.

Instead, he was surprised when Alejandro moved to him, his arm going around Rodolfo's waist. He didn't pull Rodolfo, instead he cradled him. In fact, Rodolfo barely moved an inch. Then, Alejandro was leaning down, tilting his head. He kissed over Rodolfo's neck, carefully, until he found that spot that had Rodolfo letting out a breath, involuntarily, scenting Alejandro immediately.

With Alejandro so close, he could pick up his scent and it suddenly hit him that he hadn't been able to before. Distinctly alpha, no doubt of it, and he smelled of cinnamon, smoky cinnamon to be exact, maybe a hint of something softer... Rodolfo leaned into the sent, reaching to grasp at the blood red cloak that hung off of Alejandro's right shoulder.

Alejandro didn't hesitate, why should he, to sink his teeth into the spot. At first, pain erupted up Rodolfo's neck and down his shoulder and Rodolfo felt tears spring to his eyes. But then, as Alejandro held it, scenting him, Rodolfo felt the pain melt into euphoria. It was soft euphoria, nothing to drive Rodolfo too wild, but the scent definitely had him dizzy.

Alejandro pulled away a moment later, using his thumb to wipe Rodolfo's blood from his lips, and Rodolfo had to give himself a moment to let his mind clear. He released his death grip of Alejandro's cloak and flushed a little.

Then, again, Alejandro was leaning forward, baring his neck so Rodolfo could do the same. Rodolfo worried he wouldn't bite hard enough. Or he'd bite too hard and it would piss Alejandro off. But, he leaned up regardless, grateful when Alejandro tilted down a bit.

Alejandro temporarily moved his arm to tap where his mating spot was and Rodolfo felt immediately grateful. He kissed it, just to make sure, dizzying again at the scent it released, and flushing. Then, he pressed his teeth to the spot and bit down, as hard as he could without hurting his own jaw. His teeth broke the skin easily and he tensed when Alejandro suddenly grabbed his waist.

Fear flashed through him as he worried he'd bit too hard and now Alejandro would be angry at him. A million possibilities of how Alejandro would punish him for this ran through his mind and he tried to suppress his own scent, but already it was stained with fear. He knew he smelled like wildflowers, but when he was afraid, it turned to something sickly sweet, like honeysuckle that was rotting.

Rodolfo broke away, quickly, and backed away from Alejandro, immediately scanning his face for anger, but he was only met with neutrality again. Somehow, that only scared him more. But, he managed to get a handle on it, suppressing his scent.

Finally, the last part of the ceremony. The priestess came over and Rodolfo bowed his head as a gold crown with rubies was set on his head. It was lighter than he expected and the priestess discreetly secured it on his hair. "As this rope and those bites secure you to your alpha, your alpha secures you to this throne. Long live the new Queen of Aela, the Red Kingdom."

Rodolfo kept his head high and turned with Alejandro to the people watching them. It was a small crowd, nobles mostly, all sitting at tables.

"Today is a most joyous day." Alejandro began and Rodolfo found himself flushing, even if he wasn't sure Alejandro meant it out of affection for him. "I have taken a most beautiful bride and our beloved Artemea rejoins the Silver Empire upon our union. This will connect the Southern half of the continent to the Northern Half, as it did 500 years ago. I believe Artemila and Aelius both smile upon us, glad to see their beloved kingdoms reunited."

Rodolfo met Soap's eyes, who was smiling brightly. He was never afraid, Rodolfo wasn't surprised. Alejandro then guided Rodolfo to their table, sitting with him.

Then, music started, and everyone who was standing also found their seats. Now that Rodolfo wasn't focused, he got a good look around the room. Dark oak decor, several grand paintings... Rodolfo liked it. It was all beautiful. Of course it would be. Soap found his seat beside Rodolfo and a man wearing a silver mask, shaped to be a skull, sat beside Alejandro.

"Mi Estrellas," Alejandro started and Rodolfo found himself blushing at the nickname, finding it fitting, "I'd like you meet General Ghost. My closest friend and the highest in my army."

"Your only friend," Ghost corrected. Rodolfo didn't like the way his eyes picked over him, making him feel exposed. Judged.

Alejandro laughed, shaking his head. "Sadly."

Rodolfo went to bow his head in response to Ghost's bowing, flushing dark when Soap tapped his leg to remind him that he wasn't supposed to do that as Queen. Rodolfo had known he'd be Queen of some kingdom, eventually. Luapin had been who he'd assumed since they were small and Artemea's biggest ally, but... He'd never quite gotten the hang of the switch from Prince Rodolfo to Queen Rodolfo. It was hard.

Princes bow their head out of respect, Queens only nodded an acknowledge. Soap had paid more attention than he did.

Rodolfo nodded, once, instead. "It is wonderful to meet you."

"Your accent is thick." Ghost commented.

Rodolfo wasn't sure whether he should be offended or not, especially since Alejandro had the same accent. "My kingdom still relies heavily on our native tongue." He settled on, shrugging slightly.

Soap tapped Rodolfo's leg again and Rodolfo took a breath, introducing him. "This is So-" another tap, what would Rodolfo do without him? "Johnny Mactavish. He's my first Lady in Waiting." Only, more like, but that was only because Alejandro would pick the rest of them.

"It's nice to meet you," Soap bowed his head to Ghost and then to Alejandro, deeper as he was king. Ghost bowed his head to Soap and then Alejandro nodded a greeting.

The rest of the banquet was rather boring. Just guests offering them gifts, which Alejandro would choose to accept or regift to someone else. None of them particularly interested him, until a mechanical bird which could sing lullabies. Rodolfo watched it with fascination, unsure how it could work like that. It looked almost too real, he caught Soap making a face at it.

Alejandro seemed to notice his interest and smiled. “Here. We’ll keep this one.” He murmured, taking Rodolfo’s hand and gingerly placing the bird in it. Rodolfo flushed. He looked at it, having it play one of the songs.

“I don’t recognize these songs.” Rodolfo said softly. They were beautiful, though, and he liked the sound of them.

“They’re Aelian,” Alejandro explained. “Old Aelian. They’re not used anymore. You can hear the lower notes.”

Rodolfo could hear them, even despite how high pitched the bird sang. “Artemean lullabies are more high pitched, more monotone.”

“He knows. He learned several before your wedding.” Ghost spoke up, chuckling.

Alejandro glared deeply at Ghost and Rodolfo understood why everyone said he was terrifying. Rodolfo genuinely worried for Ghost’s safety. He’d heard a story of Alejandro cutting an advisor’s face during a meeting for speaking out of turn.

“Please don’t hurt him, I’m sure it was a harmless comment.” Rodolfo pleaded, both for Ghost’s safety and for not wanting to see bloodshed at his own wedding.

Both Ghost and Alejandro seemed to stop and stare at him for a moment before Alejandro softened. “Mi Estrellas, I will not harm him. Not for teasing.” He murmured.

Rodolfo relaxed, immediately, and flushed. He turned and looked down at the table, embarrassed. He glanced at Soap, who looked concerned, and offered a smile to reassure his friend. “I’m okay.” He murmured.

More gifts and they seemed to up in interest. A set of hour glasses, one with navy colored sand and one with blood red sand. A matching set for both of them, Rodolfo realized. Alejandro kept that one.

A set of books in the old language. Alejandro smiled, “can you speak it?”

“No. I was never taught.” Rodolfo shook his head.

Alejandro shrugged. “Neither do I.” He regifted them to Ghost, who apparently did speak the old language, and then continued on.

A few leather bound journals, another matching set which Rodolfo took interest in immediately. Alejandro again seemed to notice and kept them. Rodolfo felt surprised, Alejandro seemed to be so considerate of the things he liked.

Then, two blades were set in front of Alejandro by an Artemean noble. “We understand that Aelian omegas do not learn the dance of the blade but… Artemean do.” They bowed to Rodolfo, who smiled softly.

Alejandro seemed surprised. “You can sword fight?”

Rodolfo hesitated, worried Alejandro wouldn’t like that fact. “Yes, we’re taught from a young age to defend ourselves.”

Alejandro smiled. “That’s wonderful.” He nodded. He seemed almost impressed. He stood and lifted one of the swords, sliding the sheath off of it. The sheath was blood red and the blade itself was of obsidian steel and large, clearly built for Alejandro’s arm.

Rodolfo loved the way the black caught the light but even more dazzling was the red adorning the blade, somehow mixed into it. Rodolfo knew the process, it required moonwater to strengthen the gem, which would then be pieced and fuzed to the metal. It was a beautiful process. One Rodolfo enjoyed watching.

Alejandro admired it for a moment and then got the other blade out. It was smaller, the blade thinner, more suited for an omega. It was a bright silver with inscriptions of the moon in the blade. The light caught on it and it appeared to almost glitter. “Stand, Mi Estrella.” Alejandro murmured and gestured.

Rodolfo did as told, immediately, nervous. But, all Alejandro did was have him weight the blade in his arm. It was a little light but Rodolfo had no doubt he could adjust to it with practice. 

“Matching blades.” Ghost commented. “How romantic.”

Alejandro was almost grinning. He compared their two blades which held mostly the same shape with the usual distances. “It’s a showy blade, not suited for heavy combat but... when we travel together, it’s enough.”

Rodolfo ran his fingers of the blade meant to be his. “I adore it...” He murmured. He adored it. 

Soap looked in awe of the blade and Rodolfo gently handed it over so he could admire it. Soap had always loved blades, though Rodolfo had been partial to the bow in combat. “It’s beautiful.” Soap agreed, touching the edge of the blade, which broke the skin on his fingertips immediately.

Soap shrugged. “Respect striker.” He murmured, gesturing to everyone in the room who were in fact staring at Rodolfo with some mixture of awe and respect. Rodolfo’s face flushed red slightly and he thanked Soap for the name.

“Respect striker.” Alejandro nodded. “I like it.” He lifted the sheath. “May I?”

Rodolfo hesitated before nodding, moving away from the table. Alejandro was gentle as he secured the sheath around Rodolfo’s waist. Then, Rodolfo slid the blade in carefully. In combat, he would wear in on his back since his arrows would rest at his side instead, but, for daily wear, it would rest on his waist.

Rodolfo flushed when Alejandro’s hand smoothed over his stomach and then he carefully sat again, watching Alejandro thank who had gifted them the blades. “Thank you, Lord Kate.”

Lord Kate bowed her head. Rodolfo recognized her as an a noble from one of their neighboring kingdoms. She was often at court with his parents, doing business, though she was the Right Hand to King Price, of the Kingdom Drodora, which was on the sea. Artemea was on the sea as well, but Drodora’s main exports came from the sea.

Lord Kate wished them a happy marriage and then returned to her table, where Rodolfo recognized King Price himself sitting there. He raised a glass when he saw them glance over.

Rodolfo flushed and turned back to Alejandro. There were only a few more gifts and all were things for Alejandro, which he regifted most of them. Soap ended up messing with the bird some more, seeing everything it could do. 

Rodolfo felt himself become more anxious as the evening drew to a close. After gifts, it was eating, and then... consummation. Luckily, he knew enough to know that it was not customary in Aelian culture to check the sheets for blood like it was in other cultures but... Rodolfo was still nervous at the idea.

He’d never had sex before. He didn’t know anything about it. Soap had told him a few times about it but... he’d mentioned the first time always hurts. A lot. But, it could get better after that. Maybe for Soap but... if Alejandro was anything like everyone said... 

Rodolfo was terrified. 

When the night drew to a close, Alejandro offered his hand and then they dismissed themselves, as was customary. Rodolfo tried to keep himself from shaking with nerves as he followed Alejandro to their bedroom, taking deep breaths. Soap had told him it would be okay but he didn’t really believe that.

Alejandro let him enter the room first and Rodolfo tried not to jump at the sound of the lock clicking on the door. “I prefer privacy.” Alejandro explained. It was a nice room, large, as expected for a King’s room. It was decorated in red, also expected, and gold. The farest side of the room was all balcony, though curtains drifted in the breeze over it. 

Rodolfo nodded a little, standing at the foot of the bed and just kind of staring at it. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest, it filled his ears and Rodolfo would have believed it filled the room, too. 

“You don’t have to be so tense, Mi Estrella. I won’t hurt you.” Alejandro was suddenly close behind him and Rodolfo couldn’t help jumping that time. He wasn’t sure he believed Alejandro’s words. “What do you know of sex?”

Rodolfo decided to be honest. He didn’t think he could lie with Alejandro so close behind him. “I’ve heard it hurts the first time.”

“It doesn’t have to.” Alejandro started to pull off the jewelry Rodolfo was wearing, starting with the veil. “It only does with careless alphas.”

“Are you careless?”

“No.” 

Rodolfo flushed and closed his eyes, his skin warming wherever Alejandro’s brushed against it. “They say you’re a monster. That you enjoy breaking omegas. That you’ll break me.”

“People love to spin such tales, do they not?” Alejandro chuckled. “The way they speak about me would have many believe I was a dragon. That I could spit fire and rip a thousand men apart with my claws. I am simply human, Mi Querido. I do not enjoy breaking omegas. I will not break you.”

Rodolfo liked the way Alejandro spoke. He liked to flourish with his words. But, he knew alphas who liked to flourish their words often flourished their lies as well. “Are you a dragon?” He asked, attempting to be playful, though it likely failed.

“No.” Alejandro laughed and Rodolfo relaxed a little. “I only wish I could be. Would win this war for the empire faster.”

Rodolfo turned dark red as Alejandro started to pull his clothing off, but he didn’t resist. He did hug himself when he was fully undressed, complying as Alejandro turned him around. “I never imagined myself ever being in the presence of such beauty. It is hard to believe you are real.”

Oh. Rodolfo was very quickly flustered from Alejandro’s words, softening. Even if Alejandro was lying, he would do it with such pretty words and Rodolfo could appreciate those at least. Rodolfo was gently pushed onto the bed and he tried not to fall onto it, moving up so he could lay against the pillows. His eyes followed Alejandro as he undressed himself and then climbed up the bed, settling over Rodolfo.

Rodolfo took deep breaths to stay calm, settling into the pillows. Alejandro leaned down and kissed him, gently, though the passion there sent warm through Rodolfo’s body. Alejandro’s hands roamed his skin and spread the warmth, making Rodolfo shiver. 

Then, Alejandro’s mouth was moving down to Rodolfo’s neck, kissing and biting over the skin. Rodolfo had had his neck touched before, usually by Soap trying to bug him. This was different. He made soft noises from the sensation, pressing up into Alejandro without thinking. 

Alejandro’s hand found it’s way between Rodolfo’s legs and Rodolfo grasped at his forearms, tensing with nervousness again. “Shh.. it’s going to feel good, I promise.” Alejandro murmured. 

Rodolfo nodded a little, looking up into Alejandro’s eyes. He found tenderness there, affection. It shocked him and was a bit too much so he closed his eyes again, looking away. But, Alejandro turned his head back to face him. “I like your eyes. Keep watching me.”

Rodolfo turned bright red but nodded, gasping as Alejandro was suddenly swiping the slick that gathered between his legs. Alejandro made an appreciative noise and then his fingers were pushing inside. Rodolfo grabbed harder at Alejandro’s arms, keening into him.

It was an entirely new sensation, one which Rodolfo wasn’t sure how to cope with. He buried his face in Alejandro’s shoulder, gasping as his fingers pushed in deeper. 

“You’re so slick…” Alejandro purred, his free arm wrapping around Rodolfo and holding him close. “I have you…”

Rodolfo bucked his hips against Alejandro, moaning as he moved his fingers in and out at a steady and even pace. “Mi Sol…” He whimpered. The nickname was natural to him. He was Alejandro’s star… so Alejandro was his Sun. “I don’t- I can’t-” he wasn’t even sure what he was trying to say.

“It’s okay, mi estrella. I have you…” Alejandro rubbed his face against Rodolfo’s, adding a third finger but keeping the same pace. Rodolfo could feel Alejandro’s scruff against his skin and he couldn’t help whining, pressing his face into the action. Alejandro scented Rodolfo and he melted involuntarily, his mind going hazy from the sensation. This was fantastic… He didn’t want it to stop. “There we go…”

Alejandro pulled his fingers away suddenly and Rodolfo couldn’t help whining, looking at him with an expression of soft betrayal. Alejandro only laughed gently. “Just one moment, mi amor, I promise.” He pulled back, untangling himself from Rodolfo’s arms.

Rodolfo complied and fell back into the pillows, looking up at Alejandro and wondering just what was going to happen next. Alejandro moved himself between Rodolfo’s legs and then he was pushing in and it was intense and Rodolfo was having to grab at the sheets, gasping and squeezing his eyes shut.

Alejandro leaned back down and kissed over Rodolfo’s face, keeping the kisses light and gentle. “How do we feel, mi querido?”

Rodolfo took deep breaths. It didn’t hurt, it was just a lot. “It’s… it’s okay…” He nodded, opening his eyes to look up at Alejandro’s, seeing concern there. He just melted at it, leaning up and nuzzling the side of Alejandro’s face. Maybe the rumors weren’t true, maybe Alejandro was soft and kind. At least, in this moment, he was.

Alejandro pet his hair and Rodolfo melted as his body relaxed into the feeling. Then, Alejandro started to move, which was even more intense. He cried out as Alejandro thrust back in and quickly wrapped his arms around Alejandro’s shoulders, hiding in his neck. 

Alejandro cradled his head, the other going around his waist and continued to move, moaning softly in his ear. Rodolfo flushed dark as it sent shivers down his spine and he pulled away slightly, looking at Alejandro. Alejandro kissed him softly and gave another sharp thrust.

Rodolfo cried out and arched into him, breaking the kiss slightly, though Alejandro chased it and met him again, tilting his head to deepen it. He sharpened his thrusts and Rodolfo cried out his name, breaking away fully. He flushed dark when he saw Alejandro’s eyes darken and then he was thrusting like that every time, biting over Rodolfo’s neck.

Rodolfo at first tensed, expecting the sensation to be unpleasant but it wasn’t, it was wonderful and maybe it was a lot but Rodolfo wanted more. He rolled his hips to meet Alejandro’s thrusts, arching his back into him. 

“Just like that, mi querido. Just like that.” Alejandro panted, moaning again, and bit harshly at Rodolfo’s neck. Rodolfo whined and dug his nails into Alejandro’s back, rewarded with a faster, harsher pace. 

Alejandro licked over the bite and Rodolfo melted, but he kept rolling his hips to meet Alejandro, his movements clunky and inexperienced. Thankfully, Alejandro didn’t say anything about it, though his hands moved down to grab at Rodolfo’s hips and guide him. They moved together and Rodolfo found himself comparing it to the dances he’d had to learn for events.

Rodolfo tensed at a strange sensation in his stomach, looking at Alejandro in alarm. But, Alejandro only smiled affectionately, moving a hand to press down on Rodolfo’s abdomen. He whimpered as it intensified the pleasure, even beyond how intense it already was.

“Just give into it, let the waves wash over you… it’ll feel good, I promise.” Alejandro murmured. His thrusts went even, but still sharp, and the feeling grew and grew until Rodolfo was throwing his head back and crying Alejandro’s name again, his whole body shuddering and trembling.

As Alejandro promised, it felt amazing, like lightning was being sent down his body and then right back up.

Alejandro groaned and thrust sharply, once, twice, and then he was burying his cock deep inside Rodolfo as his knot grew, making Rodolfo feel so full he was almost bursting. Alejandro stilled and buried his face in Rodolfo’s neck, nuzzling him. 

Rodolfo panted and half clung to Alejandro, enjoying the feeling of fullness and warmth. “You were right… it didn’t hurt.”

“It never will, Mi Estrella.” Alejandro murmured. “I promise now- no. I vow to Aelius that I will never hurt you. Not intentionally.”

Rodolfo frowned. A vow to one’s patron deity was a big deal, even if it was known that said Deity had taken away his blessing. Revoking or breaking said vow could have you invoking your deity’s full force of wrath on yourself which… Would be inconvenient at best, devastating at worst.

Aelius was an omega and he was known to be gentle but… the full force of his wrath was certainly something to behold. It could level cities.

Rodolfo trusted that Alejandro was not making this vow lightly. And… slowly he relaxed into Alejandro. “Thank you…” He murmured.

“Mi reina…” Alejandro pulled away slightly, being very careful not to jostle Rodolfo, which Rodolfo was deeply grateful for. He was now sore and very very tired. Alejandro seemed to pick up on the way his eyelids drooped because he gently pet his hair and nuzzled him. “Sleep Mi Reina…”

Rodolfo did not have to be told twice, closing his eyes and drifting off.

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Okay, so this will have seperate plotlines like Teeth and Skin and the Magic Users AU! Gaz and Roach will have their own plotlines as well!

[neoncat666]

Images to obliterate me into a bazillion pieces

[queenhunter102]

PART 4

(PART 3) (PART 5) Lore Page

You walk around the barracks, nosing around the beds, you decide to choose a bed, you sit down on one of the beds, laying back, but you shift restless, finding the small cot rather uncomfortable, you sit up eyeing the other beds, before getting up and pushing a bed from the left and the right together creating a larger makeshift bed. You lay back down, on the now larger bed, hating the feeling of the metal bars digging into your back, you sit back up walk over to the supply cupboard, pull out a blanket and more pillows, you walk back over to the makeshift bed, you fix the bed making it slightly more comfortable. ‘Why did I transfer out of the country? I could be at home in my goddamn comfortable bed and not this shithole.’ You think as you lay back down on the bed, you lift your arm eyeing the Pheromone patch on your arm, you sniff at the glue, it had been itchy for the last few days, but that is what it was always like when it had been checked but, this was a different kind of itchy, this was deep in the skin, it was hitting your instinct to use your teeth. You were about to use your teeth to scratch the itch when a knock came at the door of the barracks, you got up and walked over to the door, you pulled open the door to find two Alpha at the door, both of them strapped with your bags, one smiles at you, giving you a small wave. “Hey, Newbie, I’m Gaz and this is Alejandro” Alejandro waves at you, a brief smile on his face, Gaz speaks again. “Sargent said to bring you, your stuff, and it’s all kind of heavy” He says, motioning to the bags on their shoulders, you panic a little before stepping out of the way and letting them in. “Sorry I should have said something about it,” You say, as you move out of the door, letting them in, Gaz is quick to step into the door, he looks around the space, you assume sniffing the room you eye him, your instincts not liking the fact that there was an odd and new male in your space. You rolled your shoulders trying to dislodge that feeling, when the feeling didn’t go, you cracked your neck trying to get rid of the feeling, but when Alejandro stepped into the room, your instincts kicked in again, really not liking it, you jump a little hearing a deep growl vibrate around the room, your eyes snapping to the two Alphas but their eyes were on you, their eyebrows raised. “Sorry, we don’t mean to upset you, Sargent did say that you were territorial” Alejandro said, as he placed his half of your bags into one of the cots, you nodded your head, you weren’t usually like this, you were just unsettled and were surrounded by nothing but alphas and betas, with no security of other omegas to retreat to. “Yeah, Sorry, I’m just not used to males in my space,” You say, Gaze nods his head, placing half of the bags down. “Yeah, he did mention it, But I thought he was only kidding, I should know better since my Brother is an Omega” Gaz says, sighing he tilts his head at the makeshift bed behind you, he smiles, elbowing Alejandro, nodding to the bed. “I take it you’re not used to being so far from home?” Gaz asks, you turn your head to bed and back to the Alphas, now suddenly embarrassed. “No, not really, I’m used to being in a five-star hotel and having nice meals,” You say, Gaze and Alejandro's jaws drop a little. “Damn, we’re in the wrong job,” Alejandro says, his face shifting to a look of confusion. “Wait what did you do before us?” He asks you are about to answer when their walkie-talkies go off. ~ Crackle~ “Gaz, Alejandro briefing, alert new member” came from their walkie-talkies, the voice made your ears hurt, forcing you to cover them, hating how it felt like the voice radiated around the room. Gaz looked between you and Alejandro. “Well you heard, time to get a move on, we’ll show you the briefing room”

[ultimatemistomakesart]

Magma/aggie w/ the gang ( @windows---95, @ripplethepickle, & Fory) it's very unhinged and we are aware of that!

(Using some designs from @tdad )

[stankygay]

hi lovelies~! I updated my omegaverse COD fanfiction, this chapter has some backstory on AleRudy and how they got together in my story~! And a wee bit of Ghoap.

[caranoirs]

gifs won't do this insane sequence any justice

[alexkellersgymshorts]

Misguided Revenge - Chapter 1

Alejandro Vargas x Rodolfo Parra

Sadistic Omega Rodolfo Parra x Hurt Alpha Alejandro Vargas

Alejandro Vargas has a lot of issues. A fuck ton of issues. But, he's an alpha, he's strong. He can handle them. Even if he occasionally goes off the deep end and ends up involuntarily hospitalized. Even if during one of these, he ends up being unable to be there for his best friend, Rodolfo Parra, while he's brutally attacked. But, he's working on them.

And he's strong, he can handle them.

Warnings: ABO, torture, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, manipulation, gore

Alejandro was more than grateful to be being discharged. 

The nurse, a fairly nice one, smiled at him. She was an omega, but… she’d seen Alejandro puke his guts out after a delusion, so he wasn’t trying to charm her. “Ready to go?”

“More than.” Alejandro responded, smiling. “Ready to be out of here.”

“Well, let me go get your discharge papers and your prescription, alright? You should be out of here in just a few moments.” She then left, not really saying anything else.

What was her name? Ellie? Annie? Was he horrible for not knowing? Did he care if he was?

Whatever.

17 years old and he had had to go to rehab. This was… more than embarrassing. He could only imagine what his father was going to say. “ You’re an alpha. More than that, you’re a Vargas. You should be stronger than this. ”

He wasn’t. He wished he could be. He wished that one fight with his best friend hadn’t triggered him into an episode. Fuck, how was he going to lie about this to Rodolfo? 

Rodolfo, a sweet but stern omega, would definitely not understand. How would he? Alphas were meant to be strong, they were meant to be able to handle this shit. He’d always tried to appear strong in front of Rodolfo. Rodolfo had enough shit going on at home, he didn’t need to know that Alejandro was a psychotic freak.

Well, or rather, Bipolar. Who cared what the label was, though? It had sent Alejandro spiraling into delusions because his best friend had started to cry. Rudy had cried because Alejandro had accidentally yelled at him. Rodolfo hated crying, he rarely did it, so the sight had nearly broken Alejandro. 

He knew it was just because Rodolfo’s heat blockers and birth control had made him more emotional, lately, but still. Alejandro had felt so fucking guilty, so he’d spiralled into self hatred and pain. Next thing he was cutting and then he was so convinced that Rodolfo hated him, that everyone hated him, and… 

Well, he’d been involuntarily committed to a mental rehabilitation facility by one of his teachers. Two weeks of convincing them he was fine, that he didn’t need to be there. He’d finally convinced them that he could leave by promising to take the medication they prescribed him. 

He looked up when he heard someone enter the room, tilting his head. “Valeria?” They were… sort of friends. She was an alpha and, while she was a complete asshole half the time, she was the closest friend Alejandro felt like he had. 

She avoided his eyes. “I… I… I uh, told your parents I’d come get you. I have bad news…” She had a green folder in her hands, presumably Alejandro’s discharge packet.

Alejandro frowned and tilted his head. “What do you mean?” He asked, standing and going to her to take the packet from her. Honestly, he hated to admit it, but she was closer to a sister to him. They’d both been there for each other through intense lows. She knew about how he was in love with Rodolfo and she’d never pushed him to go for it, though she’d never said he shouldn’t, either.

Valeria seemed to hesitate, which was an odd look on her. “Rodolfo, he…” She paused and then shook her head. “The night you were admitted, he was… attacked. Someone broke into his family’s home. He’s… gone, Alejandro.”

“Dead?!” Alejandro panicked, immediately, shaking his head. “No-”

“No, no,no.” Valeria quickly said, shaking her head. “No. He’s alive, as far as I know. He disappeared two days ago… The police said he definitely ran. They think he ran to the US, his mom mentioned he had friends up there.”

Alejandro furrowed his brows before feeling cold seep into his body. “He… He left? He didn’t even say goodbye…”

“Did he know you were in here? I mean, he got attacked and you, to him, disappeared.” Valeria touched his arm, but he shook her hand off. “Alejandro-”

“Where’s my phone?” Alejandro asked, going to the bag of things that he’d had to give up when being admitted. Shoelaces, hoodie strings, his phone… He got it out and turned it on, desperately looking through it and then his heart was breaking as he saw that Rodolfo had texted him.

How could you do this to me?

Oh, Alejandro, you fucking idiot… He needed you, and you were stuck in here… Alejandro sank to the floor, staring at his phone. How could you do this to me?  

Valeria came over and crouched down, taking the phone. “Maybe… Maybe if you text him, he’ll answer?”

Alejandro numbly nodded and took it back when she held it out, texting Rodolfo. But… it wouldn’t go through. Why would it? He’d probably blocked him. As he should, Alejandro had failed to be there for Rodolfo, he’d failed to protect him.

How could you do this to me? How could he?

Alejandro thanked the barista as she held out the coffee to him, sipping it as he left the store. His friend, Ghost, joked that he was “basic” for drinking iced coffee, but it tasted good and Alejandro wasn’t going to feel bad for enjoying it.

Besides, Ghost had stopped, lately, after he’d gotten caught saying that shit in front of the cute cafe owner that he’d been trying to impress. He had such a silly name… Soap? Well, he supposed Ghost was rather silly of a name, too, but Alejandro had gotten used to Ghost, he supposed.

Soap was a very sassy but funny omega, and Ghost, who was an alpha, had been trying to hide the obvious crush he had on him, but Alejandro knew the truth. He could see the way Ghost lit up around Soap… It was nice to see. Ghost hadn’t been that interested in anyone besides Alex and Alejandro in a while, and even there, his interest in the latter two was clearly purely platonic.

Speak of the devil. He looked at his phone and saw that Ghost was calling him. Sighing, he answered it, since it was likely about their classes the next day. All three, and Alex’s alpha friend, Farah, and Valeria, who had followed him to the US, had plans to meet up for drinks. Well, everyone but Farah would be drinking. 

He answered the phone, smiling. “Ghost, hermano! Why did you call?” It was silly, but apparently Ghost was touched that Alejandro called him hermano, so Alejandro used it as much as possible.

Ghost… had a horrible backstory. Alejandro felt awful for the other alpha, so despite his quirks, he tried to be there however he could. Ghost never took advantage of it, though, even when he definitely could. Hell, the problem seemed to be the opposite where Ghost refused to accept it, even when he should.

For instance, he couldn’t work. Trauma induced psychotic tendencies did that to you. He had hallucinations, delusions… Worse than Alejandro did. Way worse. Now, he lived off money from his deceased parents’ estate, but before they died, in a rather tragic way, he lived off of welfare. (And Alex and Alejandro forcing him to accept money.) One month, it was delayed by two weeks, which was… honestly ridiculous. But, thanks to a concert that Ghost had decided to go to, the month before, he had no money. And, no food. 

Alex and Alejandro had to borderline beat him into letting them buy him groceries, and even there, he’d complained the entire trip. 

“Hey.” Ghost answered. This wasn’t odd, just how he was. “I was seeing if we’re still on for tomorrow?

“Of course,” Alejandro answered, reassuring him. Alex had apparently overheard him telling his therapist that he was worried that Alex and Alejandro would one day just decide to quit being his friend and ditch him, so they did their best not to cancel plans. “I think Val might be late, one of her classes got shifted by ten minutes.”

“That’s fine, she’s usually late, anyway.”

“Well, extra late, then.” Alejandro chuckled, softly. Valeria usually was late. “Hey, is Alex home?”

Alex owned an apartment and so Ghost had moved in after his parents died. Alex had used the excuse of hating paying for utilities as well as a mortgage and had asked Ghost to alleviate that. Both had agreed it was best Ghost have someone around and Alejandro only had a one bedroom. 

“ No, he’s out. I think he mentioned groceries or something. ” 

Alejandro nodded in understanding, before realizing Ghost couldn’t see him nod. “Oh, okay. Well, when he comes back, tell him I wanna show him something. I found a really old video game at a thrift store.”

“ Oh, cool. Sure, I will. ”

Alejandro smiled, sitting on a bench and watched people pass by on the sidewalk. “How have you been feeling? Any better?”

“Yeah, sort of. I guess.”

“You guess?” Alejandro frowned, now concerned.

“ My therapist won’t set up another appointment. ”

That didn’t sound good. Alejandro was now deeply concerned, deciding to prompt for more information. “Why not?”

“I don’t know. It’s not a big deal, I didn’t need therapy, anyway. She just… won’t answer my calls. Laswell says she knows her, so I think she was going to ask why.”

“That’s good that she’ll ask. Maybe she’s having an emergency?” Alejandro offered.

“ Maybe. I have to go, my take away just got here. ”

“Alright.” Alejandro sighed, knowing better than to try to find an excuse to stay on the call. “See you tomorrow?”

“ Yeah. ” Click.

Alejandro took a deep breath and ran his hand down his face. He was grateful he wasn’t Alex, apparently his other best friend, Farah, had similar problems. He’d barely gotten a small amount of her story and it already rivaled Ghost’s. According to Alex, he beat her, but only just.

He didn’t mind being there for Ghost, but he was always so worried about him. Always terrified what might make him snap and end it. Or, try to. Hopefully, Alex would be there to stop it.

Valeria texted him, suddenly. Hey, I have to cancel for tomorrow. This fucking teacher is incompetent and moved the class even further. I doubt I’ll make it.

Hate these fucking teachers. Why are they allowed to do this, but we can’t even miss a class?

I don’t fucking know. Apparently, we’re free to miss it if we have another class but we have to prove it. I’m fucking 21, I shouldn’t have to fucking prove that I’m missing class for a good reason like a fucking toddler. 

Alejandro laughed, definitely agreeing. No, we shouldn’t. I’ll let the others know. God, we need a groupchat.

No we don’t. Dealing with you sending me random memes is enough. I don’t need Alex sending them, too.

That was fair, Alex did send a fuck ton of memes. Alejandro didn’t bother to respond, since neither of them really felt the need to, and put his phone away, deciding he’d text them later. Instead, he continued to enjoy his coffee, sitting back against the bench.

As he relaxed, he people watched, though not much. He felt odd staring at people and… well, he’d been in treatment for a while, but sometimes, he started to get delusions and… well, he just didn’t really want to deal with that, today. 

Of course, then his eyes fell on Soap, the cafe owner that Ghost was interested in. He was… very recognizable. He was on the husky side, for an omega, and he had this ridiculous mohawk that was, currently, long and braided. His style was also pretty distinct, akin to a trash rat. That is, his clothes were usually tattered and full of holes.

He appeared to be coming out of a department store, carrying bags, and Alejandro recognized one of the other two omegas who were with him rather easily. Kyle Garrick, though everyone called him Gaz. He was Alex’s situationship, though Alejandro didn’t get why Alex wouldn’t just take him off the market.

It was so obvious the omega was head over heels for him, but… well, Alejandro supposed Alex had his hands full with Farah and Ghost. Even still, Alex shouldn’t miss out on a good thing just because of his friends. 

He knew Farah and Ghost would feel horrible if they found out. Farah appeared to adore Gaz, she had also been pushing for them to be together…

He shook it off, since it wasn’t really his business. Curious, he looked at the third omega, though his back was to Alejandro. He was a bit smaller than the other two. Only just shorter than Soap, but definitely smaller in build, and definitely shorter than Gaz, who was tall for an omega. Fuck, he was tall for an alpha, 6’. He was also wearing a long sleeved forest green shirt that fit his figure well and dark wash skinny jeans. Conservative but… still attractive.

Soap and Gaz seemed to both be trying to beg him for something, Soap’s hands together and pleading. He could see the omega shake his head a few times before his shoulders dropped and, from the relieved look on Soap’s face, he appeared to give in. Soap grinned and then all three were turning in Alejandro’s direction and-

His breath caught in his chest as his mind immediately recognized Rodolfo. He was slightly different, now. His hair was longer and his features were much more mature than they’d been four years previous. 

They locked eyes and Alejandro to remark on how… dark they’d gotten. They’d always been dark, but now, they looked almost black. His heart pounded in his chest, he couldn’t breathe. He found himself standing to cross the street to the omega, wanting to confirm it was him.

Rodolfo, himself, appeared almost frozen in place, staring at Alejandro. He couldn’t read his expression, he wasn’t sure he wanted to… God, he was right there, he was right in front of Alejandro.

Alejandro stepped off the curb, but right as he did, Rodolfo was turning and running off, Soap and Gaz appearing to immediately follow him. He felt himself start to deflate as he watched Rodolfo run off. He couldn’t blame him, he doubted Rodolfo had forgiven him, yet.

How could you do this to me? He’d never forgotten that text. Hell, he’d get it tattooed to remind himself that he was a failure. His friend had been hurt and he’d abandoned him… Because he couldn’t keep his stupid problems under control.

Despite it being four years, the guilt had never lessened, and he doubted it ever would.

[kaithefirst0127]

words cant describe my love for drawing on wb at school....

[frentique]

[callsign-bunnie]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a bit of a Slasher au? I noted that in the College au that Rudy studies law.

So what if he was a lawyer, and Ale or Ghost were slashers and Rusy defends them in court as their lawyer? Obviously, they fall in love with Rudy because of his determination that they are innocent (they aren't)

It's honestly in your control, and however you want to go about writing it is up to you! Whatever ship you want is good as well! <3

I am working on a PT2 but you can see why I had to go ahead and post what I had for this one

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Rodolfo sat across the table from them and he carefully pushed the little stuffed bear across to them. “Laswell said you should be exonerated. The charges are being dropped.”

Ghost was the one to pick up the bear and Rodolfo could see his eyes light up under the mask. It had his skin growing warm and he quickly looked away, meeting Alejandro’s eyes, instead. Alejandro took his hand and smiled, that same attractive half grin that always had Rodolfo melting. “Thank you, mi corazón…” He murmured. “You helped us get out of here, we will forever be in your debt.”

Rodolfo softened and then he shook his head. “You’re innocent, you deserve to be freed for that. I can’t… stand to see innocent people go away for crimes they didn’t commit.” He murmured. “Do you two have somewhere to go when you’re free?”

Both of their expressions seemed to drop and then Ghost was the one to answer. For alphas, they were always so gentle when they spoke to him. He loved it. “No…” Ghost admitted and shook his head. “No family, no friends.”

“That’s alright.” Rodolfo shook his head and then smiled. “You two can stay with me! I have a large apartment, courtesy of Laswell, so you two can stay there until you find something.” Which, he prayed they didn’t. He so very much didn’t want them to leave. 

Both seemed surprised and then Alejandro was half grinning at him, again. “Really? We’d love that. Thank you, Rudy, you’ve done so much for us.”

“We’ll find some way to return the favor.” Ghost nodded and they both shared a glance. 

Rodolfo went to protest that he didn’t need them to, but he got sort of a firm look from both of them so he winced and ducked his head, nodding a little. “Okay… You’ll both be out in a week… I won’t be able to see you until then.”

“That’s alright, Rodolfo.” Ghost murmured and Alejandro agreed. Ghost went back to looking at the little bear and Rodolfo watched all of his features soften as he looked over it before he shared another look with Alejandro. 

“We’ll see you, then, mi amor.” Alejandro let go of Rodolfo’s hand and so Rodolfo stood, taking a deep breath and leaving. He frowned as he passed by Laswell, who was just coming in, and she looked pissed. As she walked in, he paused by the door, knowing he’d be able to hear if he stayed close. Even if it closed.

“You both will be free in a week and then I want you to disappear. Fuck off back to John Price and you stay away from Rodolfo.”

“Why the actual fuck would we do that?” Ghost was the one who replied.

“Because. Rodolfo is good. He is sweet and kind and I will not let you two ruin that. He is good and you two are not. I did this as a favor to Price but I will not let you two take advantage of him.”

“He wants us around. Why should we break his heart by leaving?” Alejandro. “It would be cruel.” Rodolfo could hear amusement in his tone, it had his skin red involuntarily.

“You will leave.” 

“No, I don’t think we will.”

“You will leave or I will tell him the truth.”

A soft growl came as Ghost replied and Rodolfo had to fight not to shiver. God, his body reacted to every little thing they did. “You will not. Rodolfo is ours.”

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Rodolfo had met… them on a Tuesday. He remembered it so distinctly, because how could he not? In fact, he remembered everything about that day. It was raining outside and so his sweater was still slightly wet. His coffee had been a bit too bitter that day, tasting like the coffee shop had burnt the espresso when they made it and he’d woken up to a hole in his favorite sweater, which had put him in a seriously unhappy mood. 

He was an intern for another lawyer, her name was Kate Laswell, and she was… brilliant. She was a criminal defense attorney and apparently this was a favor for her best friend, John Price, though she’d never explained to him what the favor was in return for.

Rodolfo was her only intern, she didn’t like taking them. In fact, she’d been a bit hesitant about taking Rodolfo, but he’d been desperate. He was in school on a scholarship and he had to do an internship and… Well, none of the others would take him on. He’d shown up at the alpha’s office at 3 AM and borderline begged her to. (He’d offered a few things he wasn’t proud of, but she’d just shook her head and given him the internship and in fact, was very paternal to him.)

It’d been a year, now, and they were both very close now. She had even offered him a position at her firm when he finally passed the bar and had jokingly considered a name change to “Laswell and Parra”. He had met her two adopted children, Alex Keller and Farah Karim, and while they weren’t close to him, he would consider them friends. 

Laswell had said this would be a tough case, and looking over the charges… Rodolfo believed her. There was no evidence that said her clients committed the crime, but there were witnesses, one of whom had picked them out of a lineup five separate times. And the DA was… tough. Phillip Graves. He and Laswell were friendly rivals, sort of, and so she had expressed to Rodolfo that this was going to be a hard case, but she was confident.

Rodolfo had done as much research as he could, and that had started with researching their clients. Alejandro Vargas and Simon Riley, though the latter went by Ghost apparently. Rodolfo… didn’t quite know why. 

Both alphas had come from bad homes, horrible homes that had had Rodolfo feeling horrible for them. And, supposedly, they were serial killers. A small party had taken place in the woods and both had apparently wiped it out. They’d gotten arrested at their school, too, on.. Honestly bullshit evidence. 

Quite literally just word of mouth that they were both violent and odd. The other evidence had came later and Rodolfo thought it was all bullshit when he’d been looking over the charges. The only reason they were even at risk of being found guilty was the DA was Phillip Graves and… that fucking witness.

She had picked them out of a lineup five separate times but… she’d also said that they’d worn masks the entire time so… It all just felt like a case of targeting to him. Proving that they were being framed and targeted would be the hard part. But… he was confident. If Laswell was confident, he was confident. 

“Boys, this is Rodolfo Parra, my intern and he’s my student. Rodolfo, this is our clients, Alejandro Vargas and Simon Riley.” Laswell introduced them.

Rodolfo sat at the table, across from them, and finally allowed himself to look up and at the other two, watching Simon make a face and shake his head. “I prefer Ghost.”

“You’ll be referred to as Simon in court, so that’s what I introduced you as.” Laswell sighed and then finally sat at the table with Rodolfo, laying out folders.

Rodolfo finally looked over both alphas, taking them in. Ghost, as Rodolfo had decided to refer to him, was wearing a black hoodie with a skull printed face mask. He was… large. Much larger than Alejandro, though Alejandro was pretty big, too. In fact, both of them practically dwarfed Rodolfo. 

Ghost was blonde, pale, and he had brown eyes, which gave him barely a glance over before they were turning back to Laswell, watching her lay everything out. 

Alejandro, on the other hand, his eyes followed Rodolfo. He had black hair, dark skin, and very warm brown eyes. His face broke into a smile when Rodolfo finally looked at him and he shook his head. “My apologies. You are beautiful.”

Rodolfo found his skin dark red from the use of spanish, but he straightened his shoulders, not wanting to appear easily flustered or easy to buy with compliments. Though… he was already on Alejandro’s side, he didn’t need to be bought. So, he settled with a simple thank you, ignoring the way Alejandro’s shoulders seemed to drop and ignoring the way he found himself almost feeling bad.

Finally, Laswell spoke again, folding her arms on the table. “The evidence is… flimsy. To us. The problem will be convincing the jury of that. The DA… He’s really tough, he’ll spin every angle he can. The worst thing we have right now is that witness, she picked you out of a lineup five times.”

Rodolfo took his opportunity to speak up. “Even there, Laswell, we have cracks… She claimed they wore masks, she also claimed they never took them off. How would she pick them?” He tried to ignore the looks they both gave him.

“Supposedly, build and eye color, but you’re right, Rodolfo. We’ll work that angle as well… I’ll warn you boys, I don’t fight fair.” No she did not. Laswell didn’t just fight in court, she fought out of it, too. She played every angle she could, discredited every official, got rid of jury members… 

She’d gotten a DA completely disbarred before in order to win a case. 

“That’s alright. We can’t go to prison.” Alejandro spoke up and shook his head, sighing. “Thank you for even taking our case, Price said you would… He said you’re a brilliant lawyer.”

Laswell laughed, softly. “Price likes to flatter me. So, we’re going to start with the most important thing. Your court date is in a month, and… all points considered, I’ve decided the safest place for you two to stay will be with Price until it’s over. Your bail has already been paid, Price will pick you up from here.”

Both alphas nodded and then Laswell checked her watch before shaking her head. “I’ll be right back. Just one moment.” She got out her phone and answered it as she left, closing the door behind her.

Rodolfo had to admit, he was nervous to be left alone with the two alphas, but… not because he thought they were dangerous. He just… felt nervous. They both turned to look at him and then Alejandro winced. “We’re sorry if you’re uncomfortable working this case…”

“Why would I be? You’re innocent.” Rodolfo shrugged his shoulders. Obviously. The evidence was flimsy and he doubted Laswell would take the case otherwise. “I don’t… understand why everyone is ganging up on you two, though…”

“I don’t know.” Alejandro furrowed his brows. “I thought people liked me. I’m active in social clubs, hell I’m in a frat…”

“I dragged you down.” Ghost sighed and shook his head, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. “Everyone fucking hates me. They think I’m a freak. We’re friends and so you have to be a freak, too. Sorry.”

“Don’t be like that…” Alejandro sighed and then nudged him. “They’re just assholes. All of them. I guess it doesn’t help that everyone at that party.. Well… Nevermind.” Alejandro went silent.

Ghost shook his head. “No. He should know. If that DA finds out, it’ll be proper motive. The truth is, Rodolfo, that I don’t feel bad that they’re dead. I’m glad they fucking are and I honestly wish I was the one to fucking kill them. Whoever did it is real fucking lucky.”

Rodolfo frowned, deeply. He didn’t like the sound of that. “Why?”

Alejandro looked away and he looked to almost be in pain. Suddenly, he got up, “I need to use the restroom.” He left the room and the door slammed behind Rodolfo.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows and then dropped his shoulders. “I’m sorry…” He realized this must have been a hard subject for them to talk about. “I… I didn’t mean to upset him.”

“It’s not your fault.” Ghost sighed and then he straightened up. “He was a party animal his first two years of college. But… he decided to clean it up. Got in treatment for his bipolar, went to less and less parties, stopped drinking… Then for Christmas, his frat buddies said they had a gift for him. They… got him really drunk and high and…” Ghost trailed off for a moment and Rodolfo’s stomach dropped, realizing. “The video was around the school before he’d even found out what had happened. Ale sued them and… won.”

Rodolfo felt sick to his stomach. “And… his frat buddies are the ones who died?” Ghost nodded and Rodolfo had to admit, he agreed that they were better off dead. “That… That’s awful… I’m sorry…” Rodolfo knew it may have been his own trauma but… he found himself immediately empathizing with the alphas. It made him think of the reason he even pursued this career in the first place and he looked down. 

Ghost sighed and shrugged, before shaking his head. “It makes sense that everyone chose us, I guess.” 

Rodolfo couldn’t help wincing before nodding slightly. “Yeah… I… I’m really sorry, I wish I could help…” 

“There’s nothing you can do but help us win this case.” Ghost sighed, his shoulders dropping. “Of course, we’ll probably have to change schools after this… He was already thinking about it.”

Rodolfo hesitated and then his resolve hardened. “I will. I’ll do whatever I have to. This is unfair, you two don’t deserve to go to prison for that, especially after… after… that.” He bit the inside of his lip and then shook his head. “I’ll help.”

Ghost looked at him for a moment and tilted his head. “You… truly believe we’re innocent?”

“I do.” Rodolfo nodded. “Especially now, but I did before… Laswell wouldn’t take a guilty client and… You both seem genuine. Innocent. I believe you…”

Ghost nodded. “I see… Thank you. You don’t understand what it means to us.”

Rodolfo softened and then he smiled. “I’m going to do whatever I can.”

-

Rodolfo hesitated before knocking on John Price’s door. He’d met the other professor before… but, he’d never been to his house, despite him supposedly being Laswell’s best friend. He was coming to talk to Alejandro and Ghost but… he hadn’t found a good excuse, yet.

For some reason, they’d been stuck in his head. Maybe it was what Ghost had told him about Alejandro… Maybe it was the deeper research Rodolfo had done, later, and had found out that Ghost had his own trauma with that frat… Maybe he just was curious about them. He didn’t know.

But, he figured he wouldn’t need an excuse since he was working for Laswell. Hopefully they’d just think it was that.

When the door opened, he was greeted with the History Profesor, John Price, who smiled at him. “Rodolfo, hello, it’s nice to see you.” Price offered a hand, which Rodolfo shook. “What can I help you with?”

“I’m here to see Ghost and Alejandro?” Rodolfo said, smiling. “I just… need to talk to them about a few things.”

“No, no, of course, of course. Come in.” Price moved out of the way and let Rodolfo in. He knew Price was an alpha and he also knew he was sleeping with one of the math professors who was… also an alpha. Why did Rodolfo know? Rodolfo knew everything about everyone who was related to cases. He had to. Everyone had skeletons in their closets and it was important to know which ones to bury.

Maybe he should have used that excuse to come see them. 

Regardless, he was here now, so he followed Price inside, turning down his offer of a drink and food before he followed him to the basement. “Boys,” Price said, knocking before pushing open the door.

The basement was… pretty nice. It was fully furnished from the looks of it and incredibly spacious. So spacious that both alphas had enough room to fully spread out as Alejandro was playing video games and Ghost appeared to be doing something on his laptop.

They both sat up when Rodolfo and Price entered and Rodolfo offered a little wave of a greeting before Price left, telling Rodolfo to just yell if he needed anything. Rodolfo watched him leave before turning back to the alphas and suddenly… well, not having an excuse to come hit hard because what was he even suppose to tell them he was there for?

Both looked at him, expectantly, and he froze, unsure what excuse to even throw out. “I… I had some questions…” 

Alejandro smiled. “Oh? What for?”

Fuck. “Um… About that video. Ghost was right, it could be considered proper motive. However, you sued them and won, so I don’t… really think it will hold up. I don’t even think the DA will take that route. But… I want to be thorough in case they do.”

“You want to be?” Ghost spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Rodolfo noticed he was still wearing a face mask.

Rodolfo wasn’t fazed by this question, going and sitting in a desk chair. “I do. This is my job. This is what Laswell pays me to do. I need to know everything about everyone and everything.”

“Do you?” Alejandro asked, looking almost amused and tilting his head.

Rodolfo hesitated and then shrugged. “I try to. I think I know most of it about the people I have encountered. Try me. Give me a name, I’ll give you their darkest secret.”

“Okay. Rodolfo Parra.” Ghost was again the one to speak. They seemed to almost take turns.

And, Rodolfo was definitely slightly fazed by his own name being thrown out there. “No. I don’t give mine. It’s my job to know others’, but… I’ll keep my own close to my chest.”

Neither seemed to like this answer. “You know ours.” Alejandro acknowledged. “I assume you do, anyway.”

“I have to. It’s my job.” Rodolfo reiterated. “But…” Well, he supposed it was slightly unfair… He looked at them both, seeing they were both staring at him. “I don’t have secrets. I didn’t get that privilege. Google my name. Just… not when I’m here.”

Alejandro frowned and Ghost narrowed his eyes for a moment before they both sighed. “Alright.” Alejandro nodded. “Why? What are we going to find?”

“Well, hopefully, not pictures. But.. a lot of articles.” Rodolfo sighed and then shook his head. “I don’t want to describe it.”

They again gave him odd looks but neither questioned it and instead nodded. So, Rodolfo crossed his legs and looked at them. “I know it’s probably a lot to ask but… I need that video.”

“No.” Alejandro shook his head. “I don’t want you to see it.”

“Could… Laswell watch it?” Rodolfo offered, wanting Alejandro to be comfortable. He knew this likely would be a sore spot for Alejandro. “If it gets thrown out there as evidence, neither of us are going to be prepared to handle it.”

Alejandro clenched his jaw before getting up and going to the desk that Rodolfo was sitting at, leaning over him. Rodolfo tried very hard not to pick up Alejandro’s scent, but it hit him pretty hard. Cinnamon and honey… He closed his eyes and grasped at the arms of the chair, trying very hard to hide his reaction.

However, when he opened his eyes, he was startled by Alejandro’s face being directly in his own. “You didn’t come here to talk about this video, did you?” He acknowledged, holding a USB in his hand. 

Rodolfo swallowed because no, he hadn’t. Granted, he hadn’t had a particular excuse in his mind. Alejandro’s hands rested on the desk chair and he pushed it back, causing Rodolfo to fall back against it. Rodolfo’s breath caught in his throat, even more so when he saw Ghost seem to perk up.

“Did you?” Alejandro repeated.

Rodolfo hesitated before shaking his head, telling the truth. Why did he do that? He should have just lied. He should have told them he had, take the USB, and go. But then… Alejandro’s eyes darkened and his eyes moved to Rodolfo’s mouth and suddenly Rodolfo didn’t quite want to go home.

He glanced at Ghost, again, hearing him move, and seeing that he’d fully sat up on the bed. His eyes were filled with a mixture of curiosity and amusement and it had Rodolfo’s skin covered in goosebumps. Alejandro moved his hand and touched Rodolfo’s neck, trailing his fingers down it. 

Rodolfo swallowed, again, and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. “Your body reacts to us so well…” Alejandro murmured and then Rodolfo felt his breath fan over his neck, causing him to press his legs together and dig his nails into the arms of the chair.

“Careful. Don’t shred my chair.” Alejandro murmured and Rodolfo carefully unclenched his hands, taking another deep breath. “Good boy…” Fingers trailed down his jaw and then moved over to his mouth, where they pressed gently against his lips.

Rodolfo didn’t even hesitate to slightly open his lips, blushing dark when the fingers were pushed into his mouth and then they pressed on his tongue, forcing him to open his mouth more before they were pushed down into his throat, not enough to make him gag, but enough that he had to make a sound of protest.

The fingers were removed and he heard Alejandro chuckle, opening his eyes and looking up at him. His hand was took and the usb was put into it. “You should go home. You can watch it, but I don’t want to know if you do.”

Rodolfo hesitated and looked down at the USB and he felt… disappointed. “Oh.” He murmured, “okay.” Were they… toying with him? He looked over at Ghost, again, and was unable to read his expression. 

He got up, putting the USB in his pocket, and then he glanced between them. Both were watching him and he ducked his head, moving to leave. Last minute, he was gently grabbed and looked up, surprised to be greeted by Ghost, who was holding his arm. “You’ll come see us again, right?” His voice was… softer than Rodolfo was used to, sweet. Though it still had that natural growl in it, it wasn’t quite as smooth as Alejandro’s. 

He looked almost… eager, though it was barely there and Rodolfo could have been mistaking it. Even still, he softened and nodded. “I’ll try… When?”

“Anytime.” Ghost answered and then he let him go. 

Rodolfo hesitated and glanced between them before quickly leaving, barely tossing a goodbye to Price before he rushed out to his car, getting in. And as he drove home, the only thing in his mind was two pairs of brown eyes and the way they had looked at him. Had looked over him.

Shit.

-

They consumed every thought in his head until his brain was filled with nothing but Alejandro and Ghost. Ever since that day, he’d been lit on fire by need and want and he was desperate for the alphas. He never thought he could ever experience this level of… of… craving. 

But he was and he desperately needed to be satiated. 

However, Laswell had gotten busy with the case and she had Rodolfo busy as well, needing him to find some way to handle that witness. Jessica Whitney. She was an omega, but her brother was one of the victims who had died and was also a frat member.

Finding this out had had Rodolfo’s brain spinning.

He hadn’t told Laswell about the USB drive. He… knew he should, but she didn’t even know about the video and it felt wrong to give it to her. But… Rodolfo didn’t exactly want to watch it, either. He didn’t want to see Alejandro in that position.

He wished he’d had some way to be able to comb over it without watching, but… he didn’t. This was his job, he told himself, and he had a growing suspicion that he needed to see if he was right about something.

So, he’d put it on his computer and… he hadn’t watched it. Not for an entire week. Instead, he’d asked around the school about her but… since he worked for Laswell and it was known Laswell was representing Ghost and Alejandro, no one had been willing to talk to him.

So, he’d tried to look over the yearbook. Still nothing. Just confirmation her brother was in the frat. She didn’t do anything social. No clubs, no sports, nothing. She wasn’t in a sorority, she wasn’t in a coed fraternity. (Rodolfo, himself, had been tempted to rush a sorority, but then everyone at school had found out what had happened to him and… well, it wouldn’t work out.) She didn’t do anything but go to her brother’s parties.

So… if he was positive what he thought he was going to find indeed was what he was going to find… He knew he would end up having to watch the video. 

As it was, Ghost ended up texting him. Rodolfo hadn’t even been aware either had their number, but apparently Laswell had given it to them so they could ask him questions when she wasn’t available. Did you watch it, yet?

I thought Alejandro wanted me to have Laswell watch it.

He said you could and I know you’re curious.

The opposite was the problem. Rodolfo felt sick at the idea of watching it. No, I haven’t. 

That’s fair. It’s… not a pretty video. I was asking because I wanted to check on you if you had. 

I haven’t. Neither has Laswell.

Ah.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows at his phone and then turned back to the laptop. He supposed all of this combined was meant to be his sign that he needed to watch it but… god, he really just didn’t want to. He didn’t want to invade Alejandro’s privacy and he knew it was going to trigger him, but he knew he might have to.

Best to get it over with, right?

So, he took a deep breath and played the video. Right off the bat, he hated it. It was so clear that Alejandro was high and drunk and even there, he said no so many times. However, right before anything happened, he paused when he noticed someone in the background, talking to another of the frat members.

She was laughing, pointing at Alejandro, and he recognized her as the witness, immediately. Jessica Whitney. Of course she was in the video. So, he sent the clip and the video to Laswell, pointing her out. Brilliant catch, Rodolfo. But it won’t be enough. We need more. All this does is provide motive and make her look guilty.

Rodolfo furrowed his brows, but he realized Laswell was right… Fuck. He needed to… to… he didn’t know. He looked down at his phone as he got another text from Ghost. Why haven’t you come to see us again?

It’s only been a few weeks, I didn’t know you wanted me to come so fast or I would have… 

A few weeks is a long time.

I’ll come on Friday, okay?

Alright, we can accept that.

Rodolfo relaxed, glad. The first court date was that Friday morning, so he supposed they may need some comfort afterwards. He felt horrible for them, especially Alejandro… He turned back to the video and decided not to watch any more of it, closing it and then putting the USB in an envelope.

-

He hadn’t even been looking for the second thing he’d needed. No, he’d been scrolling through social media under his sock account that he used to collect evidence when he’d found it. A post which was a video of a concert.

And in the background was Jessica Whitney.

Now, obviously, just a video wouldn’t be enough. Plus… when was the concert? It couldn’t possibly have been the day of the party, right? 

So, he’d researched the concert and the artist, finding it was a rapper he didn’t know or listen to. But… their concert had not only been the same day as the party, but it’d ended later than it was supposed to due to some technical issues midway through. And, it was 2 hours away from where the party had taken place.

There was no fucking way she was at that party.

But, again, just a video wouldn’t be enough. Regardless, he screen recorded it and sent it to Laswell before getting on his laptop and starting to search for the concert. He found plenty of videos, but no more of them proved Jessica was there.

Posts… pictures… She had been diligent, it seemed.

He’d almost given up and tried a different angle when he had went to one of her mutuals’ accounts and there he’d found a picture of tickets, and one of them had her name on it. Jessica Whitney.

Again, not proof, but he still sent it to Laswell, proving that she had intent to go, at least. Maybe a video and tickets would be enough? No. He wanted to be positive. He wanted there to be no way she could lie her way out of it. 

So, he scrubbed through her account, again and… nothing. 

So, he went back and looked at the video. Her outfit was… very distinctive. Blue tube top, yellow pencil skirt… and a red hoodie toting the name of their school on it… Witness statement.

He immediately went and got the file, sitting back down and looking over it. Sure enough, she was described as wearing a blue tube top, yellow pencil skirt, and a red hoodie with the school name and logo on it. Bingo.

He took a picture of the witness statement and a screenshot of the video and sent it all to Laswell, beaming when he earned a thumbs up back. I can question her in court if you’d like.

I’d expect nothing less, Rodolfo. 

-

Rodolfo had never been nervous in court. Ever. He’d always been calm, cool, and collected. And, now was no different. Alejandro and Ghost had been… quiet the entire time. Though, he hadn’t expected either of them to be hyper. They had cracked a few small jokes here and there, but he knew they were likely terrified and they'd been very quiet and only when it was busy.

He had caught them glancing at him, a few times, and he found himself hoping they were impressed when he went and questioned Jessica. He really hoped they were. 

Phillip Graves had seemed to be in a docile mood. He barely even looked like he wanted to pick up this case but… that was one of his methods. He was trying to catch them off guard. Rodolfo wasn’t sure why he was trying that one, it never worked on Laswell, but.. Oh well. If he wanted to waste his time.

“Does the defense call to question the witness?” Was finally asked when it was Jessica’s turn and so Rodolfo stood and stated they do.

He did notice the odd stares, but Graves didn’t even look fazed. Laswell just continued with the small bit of paperwork she was looking over, making sure her statements were filed. They were, Rodolfo had done it personally.

He straightened himself and took a deep breath, going up to the witness stand and doing his best to smile. “Hello. Jessica, right?” He asked.

She nodded, hunching her shoulders in. What a neat little trick, appearing small and fragile. “I am.”

“Jessica… Whitney.” He opened the folder and furrowed his brows, looking over it. He tried to appear nervous, like he wasn’t sure of himself. But… he was. “It says here that you attend University with Vargas and Riley. But… you’re a year behind, correct?”

Jessica nodded. “I am. My brother, Jackson, was in their grade.”

“Right.” Rodolfo nodded and continued to look over the folder, though he had everything in order. “Your brother, Jackson, was… also in Vargas’s frat? Right?”

“Yes.” She nodded, again. “They were friends, I thought.”

Lie number one. Rodolfo glanced back, seeing the way Alejandro tensed. “Oh?” No, Jackson had been listed on the names of the alphas Alejandro had sued and won. Rodolfo had looked it up, later. “Hmm…” He did his best to appear confused. “I have to ask, Ms Whitney, but are you sure?” He was giving her a chance to back down. He prayed she didn’t take it.

Jessica flinched and then nodded. “I’m positive. Jackson talked very positively about Vargas… He looked up to him.”

“And it says here that you picked Vargas and Riley out of a lineup. Why?” 

“I saw them. At the party.”

“You did? You were there at the party?”

“I was.”

“What time did you get to the party-”

“Objection, relevance?” Graves spoke up, standing.

Rodolfo smiled before the judge even had a chance to speak. “I promise it’s relevant, your honor. It’s important, I have to ask.” He fidgeted with his hands and pretended to glance back at Laswell, who gave him an encouraging smile. This was a bit he did often.

The judge seemed hesitant but eventually sighed. “Overruled.”

“Thank you.” Rodolfo relaxed and didn’t glance back at Graves, pretending to avoid his eye. “What time did you get to the party, Ms Whitney?”

“I would say… 10 O’Clock.” Jessica frowned. “Yeah, about 10.”

Lie number 2. She wasn’t at the party. “I see.” Rodolfo nodded and closed the file, going and dropping it on the table before coming back over. “Lights, please.”

The lights were turned off and the evidence projector was turned on, so Rodolfo got the clicker for it from the bailiff, who he smiled at before going back over to the projector screen. “I would like to call attention to evidence piece number 14. A set of pictures.” 

He clicked and pulled up the picture, which was just a still from the video. One where Jessica was laughing with one of her friends. “Can you identify the woman in this video?” He used the laser pointer to single her out and then turned to her.

Jessica furrowed her brows. “That’s… Me. It appears.” 

“Oh?” Rodolfo clicked to the next, which was a later still of her again. “And this woman?”

“That’s also me.” 

“I see. I now call attention to evidence piece number 15, which is instead a video.” He clicked to it and took a deep breath.

Rodolfo glanced at Jessica, who just looked confused. Alejandro, however, looked to completely tense up and Ghost appeared to be checking on him. Laswell nodded for him to continue, so Rodolfo did. 

“I won’t show you the entire video, it’s unnecessary, but these first five minutes are.” He clicked play and turned to watch Jessica as he did. Her eyes widened in realization and then she appeared almost ashamed. 

When she showed up in the video, he paused it and turned to her. “You identified this woman to be you, correct?”

“I-” She’d gone pale. “I- I- I mean I thought it was me but I don’t-”

“You identified this woman to be you. Correct?” Rodolfo repeated.

Jessica went silent for a moment before dropping her shoulders and nodding. “Yes. That is me.”

Rodolfo smiled. “I see.” He was slowly letting the nervous fall. “This video, as you can likely infer, is of Alejandro Vargas being assaulted. And here you are, in the background. It looks like you’re having fun, Ms Whitney.”

She didn’t answer, so Rodolfo shook his head. “No matter.” He sighs. “I call evidence pieces numbers 16, 18, and 21.”

This pulled up the video of her at the concert, a screenshot of her ticket, and then her described outfit from the witness statement. Jessica looked almost horrified as Rodolfo turned to her, watching her eyes frantically glance between the pieces of evidence. “This concert took place the day of the party. Rather, at the exact same time as the party. And, it got let out two hours after the murder allegedly took place. I wonder… how could you be at the party, when here you are, dancing in the background of a video of the concert?”

“I- I…” Jessica stammered, but didn’t answer.

Rodolfo smiled. “I found you. Twice. In the background of a video. You might want to start being cautious when you see cameras start filming. No further questions, your honor.” He went back to the table. As he walked there, he glanced at Alejandro and Ghost and… was surprised to be greeted with something dark in their eyes. 

It sent a shiver down his spine as he sat down at the table and he tried not to focus on them the rest of the court session. Jessica was charged with lying under oath and her entire statement was thrown out. Which was definitely a victory.

“A small victory,” Laswell clarified as they packed up. “But, a victory, nonetheless. Rodolfo, you can have the rest of the day off. Brilliant work, brilliant.” She pat his shoulder before they left.

Rodolfo went straight to Price’s house, meeting Ghost and Alejandro there. Price, who had apparently watched it, had again reiterated that Rodolfo had been brilliant. Or, well, he tried to, because almost as soon as Rodolfo was there, Ghost and Alejandro were dragging him down to the basement. 

“That was fucking badass.” Ghost immediately said when they got to the bottom of the stairs and Rodolfo flushed bright red as Alejandro nodded in agreement.

He was backed up until his back hit Alejandro and then Ghost was touching his chin and making him look up at him. “God, we want you.” He murmured.

Rodolfo’s breath caught in his chest and he tried to keep it steady and even as he looked up at Ghost, though it was significantly harder when he felt Alejandro’s fingers graze his skin under his shirt. “Every reaction of yours drives me crazy…” Alejandro purred and then his breath was again fanning over Rodolfo’s skin, hot.

Rodolfo let out a soft whimper of need and reached up, grasping at Ghost’s hoodie and pressing his eyes closed. His head was turned to the side, suddenly, and a mouth was on his, kissing him deeply as he was yanked back against Alejandro.

His neckline was tugged to the side, popping the top few of his buttons, and kisses were pressed down his neck and over his shoulder, hands shoving up his shirt and groping over the soft bits on his torso. He gasped, breaking the kiss, as nails were gently dragged over his ribs, but then they pulled away from him and appeared to share a look before fully moving away.

Rodolfo frowned, feeling almost like he’d just experienced whiplash, and shook his head, blinking. “I don’t… I don’t understand… Why do you… keep doing that?”

Both alphas looked away from him and Rodolfo started to doubt it was to toy with him. They both looked ashamed. He bit the inside of his lip and then hugged himself, wondering if something was wrong with himself. “I… I think I'm going to go.” He said, quietly, and turned to leave before gasping as Ghost was immediately across the room, standing in front of the door.

“Wait, wait. We’re sorry, you’re right.” Ghost said, blocking the doorway. Rodolfo frowned and glanced back at Alejandro who looked just as panicked. “It’s… It’s complicated.”

“That’s stupid.” Rodolfo retorted. “Just let me go.” He went to step around Ghost, but he stopped when both alphas made soft noises, raising an eyebrow. 

Ghost seemed to pause before taking a deep breath. “I… We… Fuck, Alejandro, can you just explain, I’m not good at this!”

Alejandro came over and took Rodolfo’s attention, pulling him to the bed and having him sit. “We want you, we do.” He promised and touched Rodolfo’s face. “But… we’re on trial for murder. We both… worry. Neither of us want to take advantage of you.”

Rodolfo looked up at Alejandro and then furrowed his brows. “Why… Why touch me and make me excited, then? It feels cruel…” Incredibly cruel. It made him feel like they were just playing with him. “I’m not a toy.”

“No! No, you’re not a toy, you’re right.” Alejandro shook his head. “We forget ourselves. I, especially, do.”

“Well… keep forgetting yourselves.” Rodolfo huffed. “I… I want this. I do.” 

They both seemed to pause and hesitate, so Rodolfo shook his head, growing frustrated. “Whatever.” He got up and glared at Ghost until Ghost moved out of the way, storming up the stairs and out to his car. Fuck this.

-

Despite his irritation, he’d found himself thinking about the alphas constantly. 24/7 they were in his head. Neither of us want to take advantage of you. But… Rodolfo desperately wanted them to. He so badly wanted them to do nothing but take advantage of him.

The idea of it had his skin warm and made him press his legs together, but he couldn’t find himself exactly stopping thinking about it, either. It wasn’t fair. Why play with him like that if they had no intention of going through with it? What games were they playing with him?

Rodolfo didn’t know, but he didn’t want to keep playing them. He wanted them… 

That’s why he found himself driving to Price’s house at 3 in the morning, his mind set on demanding they stop playing games with them. That if they wanted him, just to take him.

When he got there, he went up to the door, knocking quietly, and being shocked when Price just opened the door, fully dressed. He looked surprised and that may have had something to do with the fact that it was pouring down rain and Rodolfo was sort of soaked from the trip up the driveway. “Rodolfo-”

“I need to speak to Alejandro and Ghost…” Rodolfo immediately said. “Please…” He knew he probably looked odd at best, pathetic at worst.

“They’re probably asleep, but I’ll see.” Price frowned and let Rodolfo into the house. “Just… Just wait here.”

Rodolfo nodded, now shivering as the AC hit him. It was mid June, it made sense they’d have the heat on, but he was soaked and cold. He watched Price go down to the basement and took the opportunity to look around.

Price didn’t seem to have many pictures up, but Rodolfo did see pictures of him with two other boys. One was dark skinned with black hair and the other was pale and blonde. Writing said their names were Kyle and Gary.

Rodolfo jumped when he heard someone speak, turning around to be met with Alejandro and Ghost. His skin darkened at the sight of both of them, since Ghost was wearing loose sweatpants that hung down around his waist and just those, while Alejandro was just in a pair of boxers. 

Neither articles of clothing left anything to the imagination and Rodolfo was suddenly unsure of himself. All of his urgency and confidence had started to wane as they stared at him. “I… I…” What had Alejandro even said? Or had Ghost been the one to speak?

Price said goodnight and then he started up the stairs, all three watching him go.

Rodolfo turned back to the alphas and hesitated, again. “I…”

“You’re soaked.” Ghost spoke, his eyes appearing to take up half of a frown, though his mask covered the bottom half of his face. “Alejandro, he’s sopping.”

Rodolfo turned dark red. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was raining until I was already driving over here… I… I had to see you.” He went up to them, looking up and between both of them. “I’ve come to ask you not to play games with me… I want you… Both of you… Please… You’re all that’s in my head… I know you don’t want to take advantage of me, but I am begging you to…”

Both alphas looked down at him, clearly deeply concerned. Vaguely, he worried that maybe showing up in this state was only going to drive them away. That they only wanted him because he always did his best to appear put together. But he couldn’t help it and maybe if they turned him down, he could mourn it and move on.

Finally, Alejandro touched him and Rodolfo melted, closing his eyes as Alejandro’s hand cupped his face. He was tugged and so he opened his eyes, again, following them both down to the basement before gasping as he was caught between them.

He barely got a moment to think before Ghost, who was behind him, was pulling his shirt and hoodie up and off of him and Alejandro was helping him out of his jeans. “Gorgeous…” Ghost purred into his ear before biting under it and Rodolfo gasped, reaching up and grasping at Alejandro’s arms.

Alejandro captured his mouth, holding his chin so he couldn’t escape. Ghost’s nails raked across his sides and he had to press his legs together, able to feel himself growing slick. 

However, Ghost just reached down and nudged them apart, again, softly scolding him. “Don’t, princess.”

Rodolfo’s skin flamed from the nickname and he made a displeased sound. “I’m not… I’m not a princess…” He mumbled, breaking apart from Alejandro. 

Both seemed to pause and then Alejandro shook his head. “Our apologies… What would you prefer?”

Rodolfo relaxed and melted. “I don’t know but not prince or princess… It feels like you’re calling me a brat…”

“You’re not a brat, we know that.” Ghost chuckled, before his neck was bit, again, a bit harder this time. Rodolfo hoped it would make marks, he was desperate to be marked by both of them, to have both of them own him.

Thankfully, neither tried out more nicknames, and instead he was picked up by Ghost with a fair amount of ease and he was spread out on the bed in front of Alejandro who immediately thrust his fingers inside Rodolfo, causing him to cry out.

They worked in and out of him with ease, due to how slick and open he was. He should have been embarrassed, but arousal came off both alphas in waves and so he only felt proud, instead. “You can go first, Ale, but only because I worry I might wear him out too soon if I go first.” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo shivered at his words, looking up and watching them both look over him with dark, dangerous eyes. 

“Thank you, hermano.” Alejandro’s tone dripped with sarcasm, but he wasn’t exactly insisting Ghost go first. 

Rodolfo moaned as Alejandro’s fingers pushed deeper. “Fuck you’re so wet…” Alejandro growled and Rodolfo’s skin coated with goosebumps. “Eres hermoso…”

Rodolfo whined. “Please… Take me… I’m ready…”

“Go ahead, Alejandro.” 

“Last I checked, I didn’t need your permission, Ghost.”

Rodolfo looked up at the ceiling for a moment, irritation and impatience growing until he just took a deep breath and pulled himself up, glad to see Alejandro had discarded his boxers while Ghost had carried him. 

So, he climbed into Alejandro’s lap, lining up and sinking down before the other had a chance to question what he was doing. It was a bit of a stretch that he wasn’t expecting and perhaps he’d gotten a bit too eager, but he just put his forehead on Alejandro’s shoulder and took a deep breath. 

“Impatient.” Alejandro tsked and gently grasped Rodolfo’s hips before his scent was drowning him, making him dizzy. 

Alejandro bit over his neck and then he was rolling his hips up into Rodolfo and Rodolfo whined, digging his nails into Alejandro’s arms. “Fuck…” Rodolfo whimpered and moaned.

“Cariño…” Alejandro purred into his ear. “We should keep you… Fuck you constantly… How would that feel? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Rodolfo couldn’t say he wouldn’t. In fact, it sounded heavenly… He cried out as Alejandro thrust into him and then he was suddenly pushed into the bed, Alejandro’s hand wrapping around his throat as he started to fuck into him.

Pleasure coursed through his entire body, shooting through him with each thrust and Alejandro’s hand cut off just enough air to cause euphoria to entangle with it until it was flooding every vein in his body with heat and need.

Alejandro cursed and grabbed his thigh, yanking him up and giving a deep angle that had Rodolfo’s mind completely blank, full of nothing but Alejandro and the desperate need to be knotted.

Alejandro did not oblige him, instead continuing to fuck deep into him while Rodolfo dug his nails into the bedsheets and tried not to make holes. It was overwhelming and too much and not enough at the same time and Rodolfo desperately wanted more. 

“Alejandro… Knot me… Please…” Rodolfo pleaded, arching his back and causing his neck to press more into Alejandro’s hand.

Alejandro cursed under his breath when Rodolfo clenched around him and Rodolfo cried, desperate to be knotted. “Please!”

Alejandro shook his head, groaning. “Fuck, can’t.” He dug his nails into Rodolfo’s thigh, cursing again.

Rodolfo cried in frustration and hit his hands on the bed, not quite understanding why Alejandro was being cruel. However, he barely got a chance to be too angry about it because then his body was tensing and he was crying out as he came.

Alejandro was quick to pull out and Rodolfo’s body trembled, disappointment coursing through him. Alejandro had had to clearly exercise a lot of restraint because he was panting and pressing his eyes shut. “Fuck you owe me for this, Ghost.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo finally understood as his legs were grabbed and he was yanked over, Ghost pushing in in one fluid motion. 

Rodolfo whimpered, slightly overstimulated, but Ghost didn’t stop, just moving so his forearms were braced on either side of Rodolfo’s head, though Rodolfo was eye level with his chest. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Ghost cursed and Rodolfo blushed dark red.

His thighs shook a little as he lifted his legs up to wrap them around Ghost’s waist, trying very hard not to think about the way the muscles in Ghost’s arms flexed as the angle pushed him even deeper.

“Fuck me… please…” Rodolfo pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ghost’s middle and using his legs to pull him closer. 

Ghost very quickly obliged him, moving an arm under Rodolfo and lifting his waist before starting to fuck into him. He was slow but it was just as intense, probably more so because of the sting of overstimulation, but Rodolfo was still so so slick, he could hear it with every thrust, though it was drowned out by Ghost moaning in his ear.

The sound of Ghost’s pleasure filled him with pride and he clenched around him, earning a soft curse before his neck was attacked, harshly bit to a painful extent that had him crying and lightly pushing at Ghost’s head.

Ghost, however, only thrust harder into him, presumably to shut him up because the pleasure was so intense it cut the function off and then he was making some sort of gesture and Alejandro was there, shoving fingers down his throat and making him gag a little as he tried to moan around them.

Alejandro’s hand caught and captured his wrists above his neck and Rodolfo thrashed a little as Ghost wrapped his hand around his cock, the pleasure immediately overwhelming him. He had to fight not to scream with pleasure, though Alejandro was quick to fix that problem, covering his mouth. 

Remembering Alejandro hadn’t gotten to knot him, Rodolfo fought to get a hand free before reaching blindly for Alejandro’s cock, tilting his head back so he could see and then wrapping a hand around it, stroking him in time to Ghost’s thrusts, squeezing if Ghost was a bit too harsh and hearing Alejandro curse every time he did.

“Such a thoughtful thing…” Ghost laughed, finally lifting and holding one of Rodolfo’s legs up, too tall to throw it over his shoulder. 

Rodolfo’s head rolled back in his head as Ghost continued to fuck into him and then he cried out as his thigh was harshly slapped, opening his eyes to see a very angry red mark on the inside of it. God, please fucking bruise. He hoped he was covered with Alejandro and Ghost in the morning. 

Pressure built inside of his body and he whimpered, worried about the consequences of climaxing a second time. He’d never orgasmed twice in a row before, but he wasn’t quite sure he had a choice about it as Ghost sped up his pace, cursing.

Alejandro’s grip on his wrist and his mouth tightened and so Rodolfo tightened his grasp, working hard to make sure Alejandro popped his knot at the same time as Ghost.

Ghost suddenly grabbed his hips and yanked him close, his knot swelling inside Rodolfo and filling him until he was full, making him scream into Alejandro’s hand as the sensation made him cum, his vision whiting out with pleasure. Alejandro knotted his hand shortly after, his hand gripping Rodolfo’s face so tightly he was sure it would bruise. And Rodolfo was confident his wrist would.

Both alphas panted as they came down and Rodolfo just melted into the bed, his body going slack with exhaustion. He wasn’t entirely sure he even had the ability to move, panting and then whimpering as Ghost did move, jostling him.

“Shh…” Alejandro soothed, petting his hand and then both were swiftly moving so he was laying between them, Alejandro at his back and holding him close.

Ghost nuzzled into where both had bitten into his neck and Rodolfo melted, snuggling him and melting into Alejandro. “Thank you…”

Neither alpha responded with more than a noise of acknowledgement and then the blanket was pulled over them. “Stay the rest of the night…” Ghost asked and Rodolfo just nodded. 

Alejandro nuzzled between his shoulder blades and then he was chuckling. “Which was better?”

“Alejandro!” Ghost barked and Rodolfo couldn’t help laughing softly. 

“Ghost, but only because he knotted me when I asked.” Rodolfo teased.

Alejandro whined and then huffed. “You know what, get fucked, cabrón, next time I’m just going to knot him and you can wait a little bit.”

“I never asked you to do anything else!” Ghost laughed and Rodolfo felt a growl in Alejandro’s chest. “Look, next time I’ll go first.”

“Fine.” Alejandro seemed sated by that and he nuzzled Rodolfo again. “Pretty little omega… All ours…”

“All yours…” Rodolfo confirmed and felt Alejandro grin into his back. 

Ghost moved and Rodolfo ended up being able to see his face better, unsurprised by the scarring that was there. It looked like chemical burns, covering a decent portion of his jaw, though there was a slash scar over his eye that Rodolfo didn’t understand why he hadn’t seen before.

Even still, the alpha was beautiful. Look, Alejandro was deeply attractive, but that was expected, look at him. And, Rodolfo had seen his face on their first meeting. But, he was only just now getting to see Ghost’s face and he didn’t understand why he kept it covered.

“Holy shit, you have a tattoo?”

Rodolfo’s face flamed dark at Alejandro speaking and he saw Ghost’s eyes suddenly flash open. “What??”

Rodolfo blushed more. “Yeah, I got it in high school.”

“A phoenix?”

“It meant something at the time.” Rodolfo admitted, whining when he was pushed slightly onto his stomach, Ghost lifting up and craning around him. He pulled out, his knot not deflated enough for it to be completely pleasant and Rodolfo dug his nails into Ghost’s arm as he did. He’d have to lecture the boys on carelessness.

“Holy fucking shit.” Ghost murmured and Rodolfo felt both of them touch over his back. He knew it was both because Ghost’s hands were cold, whereas Alejandro’s were warm. It was an odd contrast.

“You just became ten times more appealing, hermoso.” Rodolfo could hear Alejandro’s grin in his voice and it had Rodolfo somehow flushing darker. 

“Might have to try for another round, hmm?” Ghost teased.

Immediately, Rodolfo shook his head. “No. I can’t do another round…” He whined, whining more when both alphas laughed, before shaking his head. “Assholes.”

“You came here, desperate for us.” Ghost reminded and Rodolfo looked away, sheepish. Ghost had a point, but still.

He yawned and snuggled into both of them, moving back to his side and then hugging Ghost since he was in front of him. Alejandro moved to practically cling to his back and Rodolfo melted, closing his eyes and starting to doze off, finally.

-

Rodolfo furrowed his brows as he filed paperwork, trying not to think of how dull this was. After the night before that he’d spent with Alejandro and Ghost, he was finding it hard to focus on paperwork and Laswell talking on the phone.

She seemed to be having an argument but he didn’t care enough to listen. “They’re taunting you, John.”

Wait, maybe he did. He perked up, listening to her speak. “No, no, listen, I do care. But, it’s been four years… Why would someone suddenly pop up claiming to have them?”

Rodolfo’s mind immediately went to the picture he’d seen in Price’s house. The fact that his basement seemed to be perfectly set up for two people, too set up to just be holding two alphas while they were on trial. He pretended to work on paperwork, listening carefully. 

“No, John, don’t hang up-” she yanked the phone away from her ear and cursed loudly, throwing it on the table. “Rodolfo-”

Rodolfo looked at her, immediately, tilting his head. She hesitated and took a deep breath. Normally, she wore blockers, but she must have been really worked up because he could smell her. She was actually quite a pleasant smelling alpha, smelling like a lavender earl grey tea he’d been pressured into trying once. “Yes?”

Laswell took a deep breath and ran a hand down her face before planting her hands on the table. “Phillip Graves is taking the route we expected, but he’s hitting it hard. Alejandro and Ghost have complete motive and no alibi. Getting rid of Jessica was helpful but… it’s an almost guaranteed conviction. He… dug something up on Ghost.”

Rodolfo frowned, confused. 

“Two months after Alejandro was assaulted, Ghost confronted them and they held him down and poured acid on his face.” Laswell sighed.

Rodolfo’s stomach churned at the idea and he remembered the scarring on Ghost’s face. “That’s…”

“Fucking awful, I know.” She ran a hand down her face again and Rodolfo saw her eyes shift around the room before she took a deep breath. “On top of that, I think Graves is… pulling something with Price to distract me.”

Rodolfo shook his head. “What is it?”

Laswell hesitated and so Rodolfo sighed. “Laswell, I can’t help unless I know what it is. I need to know everything, that’s the one job you gave me. I need to know whatever can be used against us.”

“I know.” Laswell sighed and then she carefully sat in a chair, folding her arms on the table. “Price had two sons. They were adopted. However… four years ago, both went missing. They were both omegas so… the possibilities of why are endless. He never received a ransom note or anything… They were just gone. Went on a trip together and never came back.”

Rodolfo frowned, since… he couldn’t imagine. With what had happened to him when he was a young teen, and the possibility of this, he’d made the decision to never have children, unable to stomach the idea of losing them in such an awful way. “I… That’s horrible… How would Graves use that to distract you, though?”

Laswell hesitated before sighing. “Someone has… called Price and claimed to have them. Price is erratic about it. They’ve said they’ll only give them back if he pays them 3 million dollars which… he doesn’t have.”

Rodolfo made a face. “That’s abhorrent.” It was disgusting, it was vile. How dare someone do something like that. And, he’d admit, the timing lined up enough that Phillip Graves being the culprit made sense… “I’ll find something.” He promised. 

Laswell sighed. “You need to do it quickly, the last court date is in a month… Phillip Graves keeps his secrets close to his chest. He’s going to use this new discovery about Ghost for motive. And it’s a pretty fucking good one, too. The evidence is flimsy and I’m afraid we relied too much on that, because it’s still evidence. Getting rid of a key witness wasn’t enough.”

Rodolfo was afraid he agreed. No, he wouldn’t let Alejandro and Ghost go to prison… They were innocent, they didn’t deserve that. And he certainly wouldn’t let someone who would stoop so low to prey on an innocent man who just wanted his children back put them away. “Where can I start?”

“That’s the problem.” Laswell shook her head. “We have nowhere to start. Like I said, he keeps his secrets close to his chest… I have nothing on him. No ammo, no weaknesses. He’s a clean alpha, gets rid of his messes or… shoves them into locked cabinets.”

Well, it was a challenge. It was fortunate Rodolfo loved those. He loved prying people open and picking out their secrets, digging up the skeletons in their backyard. Finding them in their closets. “No one keeps anything too hidden.”

Laswell snorted. “I’m sure you could find anything you set your mind to, but I’m just hoping you find enough within a month to get rid of him. We need to nail him with every fucking thing we have or he’s going to win. The jury may be sympathetic to Alejandro and Ghost, but sympathetic doesn’t mean they’ll find them not guilty. And… Graves has yet to issue a plea deal. He’s confident.”

“I won’t let that happen.” Rodolfo laughed, because he wouldn’t. Alejandro and Ghost wouldn’t go to prison, not if he could help it. “Like I said, I’ll find something. Just… give me time.”

Laswell took a deep breath and then nodded. “Good. I trust you, Rodolfo.”

Rodolfo watched her stand then leave before immediately turning back to his laptop, abandoning the paperwork he was filing. One of the other interns in the game might find themselves hiring a PI. As it was, Laswell had one that she frequently worked with, a man by the name of Nikolai. But, Rodolfo knew better.

PIs worked for finding secrets people didn’t want to keep. They were good from a distance. And they only worked if you had a string to follow. Rodolfo didn’t have any. Yet.

No, Rodolfo knew the fastest way to find a secret from someone who liked to keep them close to their chest was to go right to the source and look yourself. So, rather than email Nik like he would for anyone else, he instead went to a different website.

And he ordered cookies.

-

Phillip Graves, despite keeping his secrets close to his chest, was known to have at least 2 vices. Well, three if you counted the alcoholism, but who the fuck wasn’t alcoholic in this economy. And… Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure how to exploit that one.

However, the first of the other two were young, beautiful omegas. That one, Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure if he could fill. Beyond just not knowing his type, he also wasn’t ready to enter that game, yet. His older sister, Liliana, was an escort with a pretty big company. And she had promised him that once he was ready to play those games, she would help him win them.

Even still, he was far from ready to play those games, and had decided to wait. Well, decide was spoken lightly, since Laswell’s wife had also threatened her with a divorce if she let Rodolfo use his body to get information. Alex and Farah didn’t seem too keen on the idea, either, even if they were alphas. Rodolfo had wanted to tell all three to get bent, since it was his body and not theirs, but he’d let it go.

Sort of. 

Anyway, for the sake of Laswell’s marriage, he’d held off. He liked Jen, anyway, since she was a kind omega who’d always been nothing but sweet to him. She had told him he’d always have a plate at her house and he could tell she was trying to be a mom to him but… he didn’t really need one of those.

His was dead. His dad was dead. He wasn’t in the mood to replace them.

Regardless of any of this, that first vice was not anything Rodolfo was trying to fulfill.

The second, however, was much easier. Phillip Graves was known to have quite the sweet tooth. Hence why his first instinct had been to order cookies. They were very expensive cookies, but he’d charged them to the business card.

This cookie place had a bit of a gimmick of fancy, new flavors, which… Rodolfo didn’t get but they’d had a “spiced chocolate dream” cookie that he’d stolen out of the box and bought another to replace when he’d gone that had been pretty fucking fantastic and he may have planned to order another if they still had it, later.

Alejandro and Ghost had been texting him frequently. Nothing much, just cute little texts saying they missed him and asking how he was. He would text them back every time, and often received cute little emojis from Alejandro, while Ghost never really gave a response back. 

They were getting to be quite the distraction, constantly in his mind, even now as he walked into Phillip Graves’ office building, right up to the secretary. “Hi!” He smiled, picking up that the other was an omega, immediately. “I’m here to see Phillip Graves.”

The other was hispanic, like him, though slightly paler and with darker hair. He smiled back when Rodolfo approached. “I’m sorry but he’s in a meeting right now.” The other omega looked so familiar, but Rodolfo had trouble placing him. 

“Oh…” Rodolfo frowned, feigning disappointment. “I’m from Kate Laswell’s office? She sent cookies…”

“Oh?” The other frowned. “Isn’t he in a case against her right now?”

“Oh, yes, but… I think she mentioned it was a peace offering? You know how this culture works.” Rodolfo waved his hand and set the cookies down on the desk, sighing. “Anything to win a case, right?”

The other made a face that said that he knew exactly how the culture worked. He was young and Rodolfo would admit, he was beautiful. From what little Rodolfo could see, he had a nice figure, and he hardly looked older than 21.

Already, Rodolfo’s mind was turning this omega over and over in his head. That first vice returned to his head and he decided there was no way Phillip Graves was not sleeping with his secretary. “I’m curious, do you go to the University?” Rodolfo asked, to gauge his age.

The other smiled. “I do! I’m in my second year.” He seemed almost eager to have someone to talk to, which was interesting since Rodolfo was working for the person Graves was in a case against. 

So around 20, likely. Rodolfo smiled and nodded. “I’m in my fourth year. I’m 22. Do you plan to go to law school after this or is it just a job?”

“Oh, definitely.” The other nodded. “Phil is going to help me find a good one!”

“Phil?” Oh he was definitely fucking this secretary. Rodolfo may jokingly call Laswell “Kate” to mess with her, but he would never call her Kate to another intern or secretary. She was Laswell to everyone she wasn’t close to. 

The other blushed bright red. “My boss, Mr Graves…” He mumbled and Rodolfo could see he was fidgeting under his desk.

“I have to admit, you look very familiar.” Rodolfo said, tilting his head. “What did you say your name was?”

“Oh, I didn’t! It’s Lucas. Lucas Vargas.” The other flushed and smiled at him. “Um, you might have a couple classes with my uncle? He’s also in his fourth year.”

Vargas. Oh that was… interesting. Look, it could be a case of a shared last name… but Rodolfo doubted it. “Your uncle? What a small age gap between uncle and nephew.”

“It’s… a long story. His name is Alejandro Vargas?” Lucas winced. “We don’t really talk anymore… Or at all.”

Rodolfo tried not to get too excited. “Do you.. Know what the case between Laswell and Graves is about?”

Lucas winced. “Does it make me look like a bad secretary if I say no? I… Haven’t seen any of the paperwork for it, nor has he told me anything about it. I know it has to be a criminal case and I think he mentioned something about two students at the university being on murder charges but… I don’t really pay attention to the news.”

That sounded like Graves was hiding it from Lucas. Obviously, it could not be. Graves could not be sleeping with Lucas, he could have just neglected to tell him that he’d picked up a case against his uncle, and Graves could be a perfectly sound alpha. But Rodolfo very much doubted it. He also doubted Lucas knew what a gold wrapped gift he was to Rodolfo. 

“When did you start working for Graves? I’m curious, I didn’t think he’d hire a secretary so young.” Rodolfo asked, leaning against the desk. He started to look over Lucas, noting a necklace that dipped under a loose white button up blouse. He could fully see a black skirt, which was… short. Not short enough that it may show anything if Lucas stood, but if he bent over, which Rodolfo knew from experience would happen often in an office, it would ride up.

This again didn’t prove anything. Lucas was a pretty omega, surely he’d want to show that off? But, it gave Rodolfo somewhere to start. 

“Oh, um… middle of my first year.” Lucas smiled. “I desperately needed a job and he gave one to me.”

“I see.” Rodolfo nodded and then smiled, again. “Interesting. I’m basically a glorified secretary for Laswell.” Not quite true, while he tended to do things a secretary did, he mostly was the one to gather information for her while she built cases. Anything he did that was secretarial was because she just wouldn’t do them and he was tired of papers being unorganized. “Does your pay take care of you?”

“Oh, more than.” Lucas laughed and brushed his hair out of his face and Rodolfo caught sight of a gold bracelet. No clasp. Or… not one that he could see.

“Oh, that’s gorgeous.” Rodolfo caught his hand and saw Lucas turn a bright red as he looked over the bracelet. No. No clasp. He’d heard of them before. They were called infinity bracelets and usually were done with couples. “Did it hurt to get done? My boyfriend and I are considering one for me.”

“Oh, no.” Lucas shook his head, looking almost flustered. “Are you um… in the lifestyle?”

Rodolfo stared dumbly at Lucas, he would admit. The… lifestyle? Wait, did Lucas mean kink? Well, Rodolfo frequented a few websites but… he wouldn’t classify himself as… in the lifestyle. “Yes,” he lied, anyway, feigning sheepishness. “It’s… a lot.”

“Oh, definitely, but I love it.” Lucas seemed to completely relax. “We don’t go to clubs or dungeons or anything… My boyfriend is rather possessive, and wants to keep me to himself. But, we do have a pretty involved lifestyle.”

Rodolfo didn’t understand what the fuck Lucas was talking about, but he filed it away in his head in case it would help him. If this mysterious boyfriend was Graves, that is. Which… he doubted it couldn’t be. Granted, he had very little evidence, but the evidence he had was incriminating. “Well… I feel like stirring the pot a little. Since he’s in a meeting, why don’t you tell Graves these were from someone else?”

Lucas flushed and then he smiled, looking almost amused. “Okay! It was really nice talking to you! We should hang out once this case is over. I don’t… really have a lot of friends.”

“Oh, definitely.” Rodolfo agreed and then wrote his phone number on a notepad. “Text me if you want to hang out. Just because our bosses are against each other, doesn’t mean we have to be.”

Lucas looked… over the moon and Rodolfo kind of felt bad, since he clearly was excited to make a friend. If… Rodolfo didn’t end up ruining his life to ruin Graves… maybe they could be friends. Well, no, not when Rodolfo had plans to keep fucking Lucas’ uncle. 

Ghost, too. 

So, he watched Lucas stand and saw that the skirt was very short. He also saw that there were lines on his thighs, though they were hard to see under the skirt. Rodolfo felt really bad, now… but, he had priorities. Sadly, an omega he’d just met was not a high one.

He watched Lucas go into a back room and moved to listen closely, first glancing to make sure no cameras were directly pointed at him. 

“Lucas, why are you back here? Oh, what are those?”

“Oh, um… Shepherd sent them over, I think. The boy who delivered them said he did.”

“Cookies? Thanks, Luca.” Graves sounded irritated, he sounded annoyed. “I’ll eat them, anyway, but just turn away anything else from him. I really don’t want peace offerings from my father.”

Rodolfo’s eyes went wide and he covered his mouth. Shepherd was a pretty high up judge. Now it made sense why Graves had never done a case where he was the judge… Oh, he was definitely filing that one away. He would save it for something petty… 

Lucas came back a moment later and smiled, sitting back down at his desk. “Anything else I can help you with?”

“Nope.” Rodolfo shook his head. “Have a nice rest of your day, Lucas. Definitely text me, I um… I don’t have many friends.” If Lucas was smart and vetted his friends, which he definitely should be, he very much doubted they would be. No one wanted to be friends with him. Not with what was attached to his name. Trauma tended to push people away. 

Maybe they found it too awkward, maybe they just thought he was a freak. But… No one wanted to be friends. And he doubted Lucas would be any different. 

“Of course! It was nice to meet you!” Lucas smiled brightly and then he turned to his computer.

So, Rodolfo turned and left, calling Nikolai when he got out to his car. 

“Rodolfo! It has been a long time.”

“Nik,” Rodolfo smiled, “it has been. Laswell has been working on petty cases lately. I have information I need you to find.”

“Rudy, you are like a son to me. You should call me for non-business things occasionally.”

Rodolfo flushed and sighed, now feeling bad again. Nik struck him as a lonely old man and… despite being an alpha, it was fairly clear his mind was not on omegas, since Rodolfo had never ever seen him show any interest in them. He and Laswell were friends and he treated Alex and Farah like his own, too, but… Well, like he’d said. He had no interest in making a new dad or mom. “I’ll try, Nik.”

“What is this information you need?”

Rodolfo took a deep breath. “We’re working against Phillip Graves. Which… I’m sure you know he’s hard to dig up secrets on.”

“He is like a steel safe. Hard to crack.”

“Exactly.” Rodolfo agreed. “But… I think I found something that… won’t be. I need you to start tailing an omega named Lucas Vargas. He’s Graves’ secretary but… I think they’re sleeping together.”

“I need your reasoning first, so I know where to start.”

Rodolfo tried very hard not to groan, but he sighed instead. “Right. Well, for one, Lucas calls him Phil. He’s his secretary. I would… never call Laswell Kate. His outfit that he works in is very revealing, he has an expensive infinity bracelet, and he mentioned being in the kink lifestyle. However, in the same sentence, he told me his boyfriend is possessive. I don’t think, if his boyfriend is possessive, he’d be okay with Lucas wearing revealing clothing around his boss. Unless…”

“His boyfriend is the boss. I see, I see. I will watch this omega… Lucas Vargas? Same last name as one of Laswell’s current clients… He’s only 20 years old, that certainly would be scandalous… I will come to you, Rodolfo, when I have more information.”

“Thank you, Nik. Really. How about we discuss it over dinner? You promised to cook for me, remember?”

“I did! I will cook you an amazing meal! You can gossip to me like young omegas do! Tell me your problems! I will listen well!”

Rodolfo laughed, softly, and he found himself softening. The alpha was sweet, Rodolfo could tell he was trying. He just felt more bad that he couldn’t fulfill a son role. For anyone. He was too damaged. “Hey, can you also look into something else for me? John Price, Laswell’s friend? He had two kids go missing and… I want to know what happened.”

“I cannot, Rodolfo. I am sorry.”

“What?? Why not??” Rodolfo frowned, confused.

“I think it is bad to spy on one’s boyfriend.”

“You’re with Price??”

“I am! I know, I know, we’re both alphas, but-”

Rodolfo laughed, softly. “I don’t care, Nik! I’m happy for you!” He was, even if that was inconvenient for him. Nik seemed lonely, Rodolfo really wanted him to have someone. “That’s okay, I will… figure out something else. Let me know when you have that information!” They both then exchanged their goodbyes before Rodolfo hung up and took a deep breath.

God, he hoped this came up with something.

-

Dressing for the “alpha gaze” was something Rodolfo still struggled with. Out in public, he could dress however he wanted. But… in the privacy of his own apartment, Rodolfo found it hard not to sexualize himself. He felt more watched in his own home than he did walking through the street.

Which is why he found himself sitting on his counter, eating and wearing nothing but boyshort panties, the type he preferred, and a large tee shirt, while looking over some files Nik had sent him. Nik had apologized for dinner not being able to accompany them but something with Price had came up and the trial was in a week, so Nik apparently hadn’t wanted to wait to give them.

Rodolfo had no doubt it had to do with the phone call Price had gotten. No matter. However, this had meant he hadn’t been able to see Alejandro and Ghost since they’d had sex and… well, he was missing the alphas. They texted him every single day, almost every other hour, and he very much appreciated it. 

Boyshort panties had been made for male omegas. Which was probably why he preferred them. They kept him covered and supported while also giving him a nice shape, he thought. His were seamless, because he hated the feelings of seams, and they weren’t patterned with flowers or anything like that. 

They were pretty similar to the boxers that alphas wore, though not like the loose ones that male alphas wore. Rodolfo didn’t enjoy them, the material was never soft enough. Call him delicate, he liked to be comfortable. 

Funnily enough, he found himself wondering what type of panties Lucas Vargas wore as he looked through pictures of Lucas locking up the office building. Nik had given him everything he’d had, which sadly included some boring pictures.

The reason why Rodolfo was wondering, however, was because that skirt was awfully short. Graves liked them young, petite. He imagined Lucas might go for something not particularly meant for male omegas. Something meant for style, not comfort. 

Something black, he decided, something with lace. Though… maybe Graves was fucked up. Maybe he liked them pale pink with stripes and a little bow on them. Or, maybe Lucas wore thongs with that too short skirt. Showed everything when he bent over.

Graves was the type of alpha to like a view. He had a gorgeous cliffside house, Rodolfo had seen it during a dinner party the year before, and it had the most beautiful view of the mountains. A massive bathroom had overlooked it and Graves had joked liking it to be the first thing he saw when he stepped out of the shower. That he was an alpha who liked a view.

He’d made a gross joke about morning wood, too, that had had many of the alphas in the room laughing and several of the omegas trying not to look uncomfortable. Rodolfo hadn’t been sure what to do. Pretend the joke made his skin crawl? Or laugh and pretend it was funny? 

Maybe that was why he liked Alejandro and Ghost so much. In their few interactions, he’d never acted. He’d never been playing a role. Well, save for that first one, when they’d met. But… the second and third interaction, he’d been genuine. That fourth one, he’d definitely been genuine. He felt… human. Odd, he’d never felt inhuman before, but he supposed he almost was. 

He was whatever he needed to be. Whatever anyone else needed him to be. 

Right now? Right now he was a lonely omega, sadly overlooking pictures while eating chinese food out of the carton. The media perfect picture of rock bottom. That’s how they always portrayed omegas at rock bottom, right? Clean but wrinkled tee shirt, just panties, but not ugly panties. Not, god forbid, granny panties. Panties you’d let someone fuck you in. Messy hair. For Rodolfo it’s a too long hairstyle overgrown from lack of a haircut. 

Smudged makeup, though Rodolfo would admit he wasn’t wearing any. Didn’t like the sensation of it on his face. Eating fatty foods out of the box, like chinese food or pizza. Rock fucking bottom.

This was, thankfully, not rock bottom for Rodolfo. Rock bottom had been waking up at 16 years old to pictures of you spread all over the internet, to your mom and dad being dead from a car crash, and your older sister informing you she’s had a miscarriage when you didn’t even know she was pregnant. Rock bottom was the bottom of a bottle of Diphenhydramine, and not enough pills because you’d forgotten to buy more. 

12 wasn’t enough to kill yourself.

Rodolfo was actually doing fairly well, right now. He loved his job and schooling was going well. And he was about to help Laswell win another court case. Why? Because he was staring right at a picture of Lucas Vargas in Phillip Graves lap. Or rather… on Phillip Graves' lap.

Considering the omega was completely naked, so was Phillip Graves, he could recognize the bedroom as Graves’ cliffside house, and Lucas had his head thrown back, his mouth open… Well, it was obvious what they were doing. 

A second picture had Lucas actually facing the camera, where Rodolfo knew a mirror was, if he was remembering the layout of the bedroom correctly, and so it was undeniable who it was. 

He also found records of Lucas’s age, stating he was 20 years old. And… proof that they were seeing each other when Lucas was freshly 18. A receipt of a dinner, in fact, and Rodolfo wasn’t quite sure he wanted to know how Nik had gotten that. But, fuck, he was going to sit and listen to Nik cook and give him advice for sure after this. 

Hell, he’d even call him Dad.

-

Getting into Graves’ office in the middle of the night was pretty easy. Since it was the middle of the summer, and Graves was there, Rodolfo had just gotten in through an open window. 

There, he’d navigated to Graves’ office, hearing him in the printer room, he assumed from the sound of a printer going in it, and the alpha was humming to country music, a genre Rodolfo loathed. He’d set himself up in Graves' chair.

Nik had made copies of every photo, so Rodolfo had brought the ones he had and put them in a file on the desk, before propping his feet up. And then he’d waited.

Funnily enough, Lucas had never texted him. Rodolfo was sure he knew why. Either Graves had told him not to or… Lucas had searched his name. Either way, Rodolfo wasn’t upset. He’d never deluded himself to think they could be friends. 

He grabbed a candy bar that was sitting on Graves’ desk and looked around his office, liking that it seemed well decorated. He was shocked Graves had a private office, being the DA and all. Hmm, he wondered if Daddy Dearest had set that up for him. Probably.

Finally, Graves came back, and Rodolfo smiled as he came into the office. “Phil!” He mocked. “You’re working late!”

Graves seemed startled and raised an eyebrow before chuckling, coming fully into the office. “Rodolfo… I have a heavy case load. Working late is what happens. You know that.”

“Oh, do I.” Rodolfo hummed, biting into the candy bar and taking a moment to chew and swallow before continuing. “How does your omega feel about you coming home so late?”

“My… omega?” Graves snorted. “You know I’m single. Relationships aren’t for me, I like to… ride it solo.” Graves was really too casual around a 22 year old omega. One might think it was inappropriate, but Rodolfo knew what it was. He was compensating. He was terrified. 

“It must be weird for him. Locking up and knowing you’ll probably be back to work. Tell me, Phil, does he get worried?”

Graves looked at him for a moment and his tone went dead neutral. Bingo. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t you?” Rodolfo nudged the file with his foot before continuing to eat the candy bar. “Go on, take them, I have copies.”

Graves seemed to almost go pale before he was coming up to the desk, opening the folder. Rodolfo had put in the most revealing ones. “That one where he’s facing the mirror is gorgeous. Boudoir level. You should get it framed. I could have the RAW emailed to you.”

Graves had gone deadly silent, looking over the pictures. He sat down in a chair across from the desk and shook his head. “I’ll lie. I’ll say it’s not him.”

“Okay.” Rodolfo shrugged and then sat up, reaching into the folder and pulling out a picture of a high school yearbook which had a picture of Lucas on the cheerleading team. “He’s a dead ringer, don’t you think? You know, I think it’s more weird that you happen to be fucking an omega that looks exactly like your secretary. Or… that you hired a secretary that looks exactly like your omega.”

Graves put the folder down and then shook his head. “God, you’re fucking evil. You would do that?”

“Ruin your life? Oh, completely.” Rodolfo leaned back and put his feet back up on the desk. He liked this act he was putting on. It was fun. Careless. 

“So what? I’m fucking my secretary. Big deal.” Graves shook his head. “It won’t be a shocking scandal. I’m known as a playboy, even at 39. I’ll get a slap on the wrist.”

“Mhm.” Rodolfo nodded, agreeing. “Might make Dad look bad when I reveal Judge Shepherd is your father but… you’re right. What’s the worst that can happen? Hmm… Except, Lucas is 20. You’re 39. And I have evidence that you were sleeping together when he was freshly 18. I know this doesn’t break the law but um… Your reputation will be in the fucking sewer.”

Graves watched him speak and then he shook his head. “You’d do that to another omega? You’d ruin his life?”

“I’m ruining yours. Lucas is collateral damage.” Rodolfo shrugged, finishing the candy bar and tossing the wrapper in the little trash can beside the desk. “Does Lucas empty it?” He gestured.

Graves blinked and then looked at the trash can before sighing. “Yes. It’s part of his duties.”

“I bet he doesn’t crouch to do it, either. It’s the perfect distance away, I bet he makes a long show of bending over and pulling the bag out.” Rodolfo taunted, watching Graves’ face go red and then turn to an expression of anger. 

“He was 18 when we started to sleep together.”

“I know that. You know that.” Rodolfo acknowledged. “I’m sure any smart person who looks at the pictures will be able to put that together but… will they?”

Graves looked away from him. “I’ll… go for minimum, only. They can go for an Alford guilty plea, maintain their innocence.”

“No. That’s not good enough.” Rodolfo snorted, knowing he didn’t have to settle for that. “Thirty years is too many. I want you to drop the charges for a lack of evidence. They will plead not guilty.”

Graves stared at him. “All of this, for two alphas? You ruined Jessica Whitney’s life. She lost her scholarship for lying on the stand. You’d ruin mine if I kept with the charges. You’d ruin Lucas’s.”

“First, I’d ruin your life for a good dinner.” Rodolfo smiled, though that wasn’t true. Rodolfo didn’t like frivolously ruining lives but… For Alejandro and Ghost? Anything. “Jessica Whitney ruined her own life by lying on the stand. And Lucas is, again, collateral damage. Technically, you’re ruining his life. Don’t sleep with a freshly 18 year old, next time, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

Graves shook his head. “You can’t genuinely believe they’re innocent.” 

Rodolfo looked at him and then he shrugged. “I do.”

“They’re not.”

Rodolfo met Graves’ eyes, fully, and then he smiled. “I choose to believe they are.” It had crossed his mind that they were guilty but… that frat deserved what they got. It sounded like they bred evil. “It doesn’t matter if they are or not. Because you will drop the charges.”

Graves shook his head. “One day, you’re going to wake up, and you’ll see the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows-”

“Cut the speech.” Rodolfo snapped. “Look up my name, pendejo. Google me. Look at the pictures that pop up when you use incognito mode. Look at everything attached to my name… I know the world isn’t sunshine and rainbows. Besides, you just called me evil. Pick one.”

Graves frowned and looked at him before shaking his head, again. “I’ll drop the charges. Tomorrow.”

Rodolfo smiled and then folded his hands across his stomach. “Perfect. I’m glad we came to this agreement.” He pulled his feet off of the desk and then he stood. “I’ll see myself out. I’ll use the front door. You can keep the pictures, I really think you should get that one framed. Oh, one more thing, using an alpha’s missing kids to distract someone else is fucking sick.”

Graves seemed confused. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“John Price. You taunted him with his two missing children to distract Laswell.” Rodolfo turned to look at Graves, again, frowning. “That’s more than evil.”

“No the fuck I didn’t. I didn’t even know he had missing kids.” Graves furrowed his brows. “I’d met his two sons Kyle and Gary a while back but… I didn’t know they were missing. That… explains a lot, actually.”

Rodolfo frowned and then furrowed his brows. If… Graves hadn’t… who had? What sick bastard would do that? If he believed Graves. Regardless, he didn’t feel like threatening him for the truth, so he started to leave again, sighing when he was stopped. “Wait, Rodolfo. You ever consider working for someone new? I don’t think I want to end up on the opposite side of you, ever again.”

Rodolfo blinked and turned to look at Graves. “Is that a job offer?”

“Yeah, I think it is.” Graves chuckled. 

Rodolfo laughed, softly, at the absurdity of that. “No. I like Laswell too much and… you can’t afford me, Phillip Graves. Unlike others, I don’t take payment in knot.”

Graves rolled his eyes, clearly unhappy with that last statement. Rodolfo would admit that he may have been just trying to piss him off at that point. “Name your price. I’m sure whatever it is, I can pay it.”

Rodolfo looked at him and considered for a moment before smiling.

“Revenge.”

-

Alejandro and Ghost moved in once the charges were dropped. Rodolfo had had a small worry that it would turn into a case that once they were in, they’d be horrible and Rodolfo would grow to hate them, but the only problem that had ended up arising was that they had a lot of sex.

After he’d heard Laswell confront them, Rodolfo had gone straight to her and confronted her in return.

“I don’t care if they’re innocent or not.”

“What?”

“I don’t care, Laswell. They make me happy.”

“I don’t understand-”

“Yes you do, I heard you talking to them. I am asking you to not interfere in my love life.”

“Rodolfo… I want what’s best for you…”

“I know. I understand that. But… Please, Laswell. You know I feel like I have to act around everyone, even you. But I don’t feel like that around them… I feel like… I feel whole. I feel… like a person, again. Please don’t take that away from me.”

“Rodolfo… Are you sure?”

“More than. More sure than I’ve ever been. I love them, I’m desperate for them. Please don’t take them away. Promise me. Promise me you won’t take them away.”

“I won’t, Rodolfo.”

“Promise.”

“I promise.”

So, Rodolfo had settled in to being between them. As it was, despite being potential murderers, they weren’t toxic. Sort of. They weren’t, any more than Rodolfo could be. 

Yes, they were possessive, but the blame of other alpha’s eyes never fell on Rodolfo, it fell on the alphas. Rodolfo was never confronted, never asked to stop wearing something… No, the alpha was simply told to stop looking. 

They were quick to anger, but never at Rodolfo. If they did get angry at him, they would leave the room, find somewhere to calm down, and then they would come back, later, calm and collected, and things would move on. They’d be fine, again. 

And, strangely, they’d started to pick up on when Rodolfo was putting on an act. Ghost had called them “masks”. Playful, nervous, confident, irritated… Every single role he put himself into, both of them had picked up on them, and when he did it around them, they’d found ways of pulling the masks down, of bringing Rodolfo back to himself…

He needed them. He needed them more than he needed air. He was desperate not to lose them, to lose the only tether he had to himself.

He had picked up on other things. While they would give oral, neither would accept it, and Rodolfo had the feeling it had to do with his trauma. And… he didn’t mind. It triggered him, he knew that, and they didn’t expect him to give in and give it anyway. They didn’t take pictures with him unless he said they could, they only ever posted them if he said they could. Ghost didn’t take many pictures to begin with, though. 

So… Rodolfo settled in to move on to the next case, hoping that it was far away from anything that could pull them apart.

-

“Rodolfo, our next… project won’t be an actual court case but it’s going to be tough as hell.” Laswell spoke as soon as she came in and dropped a file on the table. 

Rodolfo blinked and then furrowed his brows, frowning. “What do you mean?”

Laswell sighed and shook her head. “I have… reason to suspect that the person taunting Price is Judge Shepherd. But I don’t know why. He has no MO, no reason to do so. He’d have nothing to gain, he doesn’t need 3 million dollars. We’re not taking any cases until this is over and you don’t start classes until August.”

Rodolfo looked at the file and then he furrowed his brows. “What’s the goal here? Get them back? They’re probably dead.”

“I know that, but… Rodolfo, John Price is my closest friend. We are like siblings… He is… destroyed over this. Nik can’t comfort him. We had only just gotten him to move on, I don’t-” She seemed to get emotional, which was a little disturbing if Rodolfo was honest.

“Alright.” Rodolfo sighed. “Alright… We need somewhere to start… I guess the first place would be… Well…” He hesitated before groaning softly. “Graves.”

“Graves?” Laswell looked surprised and then sat down. “Why?”

“Well, while I was looking for a way to make him drop the charges, I… I discovered that he’s Shepherd’s son. I did some digging, he has his mother’s maiden name, and they’re estranged. I had Lucas, the secretary he’s fucking, say the cookies were from someone else and he said they were from Shepherd. Graves said to throw them out if he sent more, because he didn’t want peace offerings from his father. I don’t think they have a good relationship.” Rodolfo folded his hands on the table and crossed his legs. “I may have an in with that secretary… Well… Graves also offered me a job. Said he didn’t want to be on the opposite side as me, ever again.”

Laswell blinked. “That is… a lot of information. First… I think you’re right, I think, if Shepherd is Graves’ father… Graves would be the place to start. Second, a job? You consider accepting it?”

Rodolfo laughed. “No. I’d rather skin myself alive than work with him.”

Laswell laughed in return and shook her head. “That’s fair… I thought I’d ask, anyway.”

Rodolfo scrunched his face and then he considered before sighing. “You’re not gonna like this but… maybe I should handle this alone. You’re really close to the situation and I worry that if you try to work it, if anything goes wrong or… things happen, you’ll get distracted or frustrated and-”

“You’re right.” Laswell’s shoulders dropped and she shook her head. “I… I am too close to the situation. I need to, instead, focus my efforts on helping John get through this. Are you going to be able to do this, alone, though?”

Rodolfo considered, again. “I could have Alejandro and Ghost help me. I’m not sure there’s much they can do, but there’s likely something they could do?”

Laswell didn’t look like she liked that idea but she sighed. “At the very least, if it throws you somewhere dangerous, they can protect you… Alright, fine. But, Rodolfo, if you need my help, please ask for it. Don’t get yourself in trouble and refuse to let someone pull you out.”

Rodolfo winced but nodded. “I promise I will.” Then, he pulled out his laptop, emailing Graves to try to meet up.

-

Alejandro and Ghost both looked at him, their expressions confused. “Kyle and Gary are dead, I thought.” Ghost furrowed his brows. “You’re saying someone is taunting Price with them?”

“Yes.” Rodolfo nodded. “I doubt whoever it is seriously has them but… Regardless if they do, someone is saying they do.”

“No wonder Price was so upset the last few weeks we were there…” Alejandro furrowed his brows. “And you want us to help?”

“It would be nice.” Rodolfo smiled, relaxing as Alejandro moved behind him, hugging him. Rodolfo leaned back into him and closed his eyes. He loved every time they touched him, finding himself almost completely addicted to them. “Laswell doesn’t want me doing this completely alone.”

“Well…” Ghost shrugged. “What can we help with?”

“I’m talking to Graves, tomorrow. Laswell suspects that whoever is taunting Price is Shepherd and Graves has a connection to him. And… I have reason to believe Graves will give him up if he is.” Rodolfo answered. “Meanwhile, I need one of you to research him and another to go to a job interview. He’s hiring for interns. I’ve built a fake profile, you just need to follow it.” 

Rodolfo leaned over, ignoring the way Alejandro whined and followed him, picking up a file. Alejandro snatched it out of his hands. “I’ll do that.” Alejandro chuckled. “I’m more charismatic, Ghost hates talking to people.”

“I want to be mad, but it’s true.” Ghost crossed his arms. “I don’t know about more charismatic, though. Regardless, I’m fairly decent at finding information. Maybe not as good as Rodolfo,” Rodolfo flushed, but he continued, “but I think I could manage. Actually, I’m better at getting people to give UP information.”

Rodolfo relaxed and nodded. “Good. Tomorrow, I will have lunch with Graves and you two will do these things. Then, we’ll reconvene tomorrow night and see where to go from there.”

“Reconvene?” Alejandro’s voice was heavy with suggestion, his breath close to the skin of his neck. Rodolfo shivered as Alejandro’s breath hit his neck, moving to grasp Alejandro’s arms. 

Rodolfo shook his head. “I’m worried that if you two had your way, I’d never be able to walk…” He looked up, seeing Ghost’s eyes had darkened, watching them. It sent a dark need coursing through his body and he couldn’t help shivering softly, especially as Alejandro’s fingers trailed up his sides, pulling the oversized teeshirt he was wearing with them.

“Oh but wouldn’t it be fun, mi cariño?” Alejandro purred into his ear and Rodolfo made a soft noise, pressing his legs together to hopefully keep the smell of the slick that was quickly gathering out of the air. “Never wanting for anything because we would take care of it for you… Being covered in our marks and scent…”

Oh, it sounded heavenly… Another shiver went through Rodolfo’s body as his shirt was pulled completely off and then Ghost was suddenly over to them, tilting his head up and claiming his mouth with his own. 

He was picked up by Ghost and his legs moved to wrap around his waist, Alejandro kissing over his shoulders and then down his back before he felt them being moved and he was being dropped on the couch, suddenly.

He helped them slide his panties down and off before his legs were pushed up and Alejandro’s head was between his legs, lapping at his slick. He whined with pleasure, cut off by Ghost kissing him again. Ghost’s hand felt over his body, grasping at the soft bits on his torso.

Rodolfo’s hand found Alejandro’s hair, grasping slightly and shoving his face deeper, gasping as Alejandro chuckled into him, though he kept going. His tongue worked inside Rodolfo, lapping at his insides and pushing warmth through Rodolfo’s body.

Ghost moved from his mouth down to his neck, biting harshly. Rodolfo whimpered and grabbed Ghost’s arm with his other hand, squeezing his thighs around Alejandro’s head and jolting when that earned him a slap on one of them, quickly pulling his legs back open again.

“Don’t crush his head.” Ghost chuckled and Rodolfo glanced down, meeting amused eyes from Alejandro.

Rodolfo wasn’t even sure he had the thigh strength to manage that, but he heeded the warning all the same, letting his head fall back and instead grinding against Alejandro’s face. “Fuck, Ale…” Rodolfo whimpered as Alejandro’s tongue somehow worked impossibly deep inside him.

Fingers pressed inside him a moment later, only adding to the pleasure and causing his hips to bow off the couch. He turned and buried his face in Ghost’s chest when Ghost wrapped his hand around his cock and started to stroke him. Ghost cradled him close, though Alejandro kept him open to him. “Sh, my love… We’ve got you…”

The gravel in Ghost’s voice did horrid things to Rodolfo’s body, and he came completely unwarned, digging his nails into whatever he was grasping with either hand and whimpering as wave after wave went through his body. When he was done, Alejandro moved away and Rodolfo was wrapped up in Ghost’s arms, allowed to curl up and recover while Ghost stroked his hair, carefully.

Eventually, Alejandro joined him and then both of their scents were flooding his senses, causing him to melt. “I wouldn’t mind being between you two forever…”

“Good, because we plan to keep you, forever.” Alejandro chuckled. “You’re too pretty to let anyone else have you…”

Rodolfo felt his skin go dark red and he shook his head. “Flattery is a second language to you.”

“Technically it would be my third, but you’re right. It’s all true, though.” Alejandro gently kissed over his shoulder and Rodolfo moved to snuggle more into Ghost, yawning.

“Take a nap,” Ghost murmured, his lips pressing gently against Rodolfo’s forehead. “Or, it’s 10, go to sleep.”

Rodolfo wasn’t sure he minded that, yawning again. “Okay…” He reached up and grasped at Ghost’s shirt, shimmying to get more comfortable before he started to doze off.

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In case you guys are wondering why these are so long, lately, is I have a lot of ideas and I don't want to keep getting stuck waiting for asks for PT5 or 6 of a thing, so I'm just doing this instead. Grace and Patience's PT2 will probably also be long as fuck, too, and the PT2 for this one will likely also be long.

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Out this week: Lazarus Planet Alpha (DC, $5.99):

As seen in Batman vs. Robin #4, the Lazarus Volcano has erupted, giving DC its first crossover event of 2023. The DC Universe will be “rocked to its core” as “dangerous and transformative chemicals” are released into the atmosphere, causing some ordinary humans to develop super powers and already empowered metahumans to find their abilities have changed. It’s chaos, baby! And it’s by Mark Waid, Gene Luen Yang, Riccardo Federici, Billy Tan and more. The story will continue over the next two months in a series of one-shots.

(cover by David Marquez and Alejandro Sanchez)

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Captain America - Cold War Alpha #1 (2023)

Marvel

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RODOLFOPARRAS MASTERLIST

MDNI, 18+

♚ Top Male reader ♔ Bottom Male Reader 🎲 Gender Neutral Reader ♞, verse male reader

🎲 ♚ GN but suitable for top male reader 🎲 ♔ GN but suitable for bottom male reader 🎲 ♞ GN but suitable for a verse male reader

HEADCANONS

König w/ a size kink | x ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SIZE KINK, DEGRADATION, BLOWJOBS, RIDING, KÖNIG W/ A SMALL COCK, SEX TOYS, MIRROR SEX, SDH

Sex w/ Gaz | i, ii, iii, iiii♚

CONTENT TAGS: MENTIONS OF BLOW JOBS, CUM PLAY, MENTIONS OF FACIALS, SPITPLAY, BALL GAGS, ROUGH SEX, BREATH PLAY, RIMMING, POWER DYNAMICS, MIRROR SEX, FACIALS, HOMEMADE MOVIES, BRAT!GAZ, FTM!GAZ, NIPPLE PIERCINGS, SLIGHT EXHIBITIONISM, DRUNK SEX, POSSESSIVENESS KINK, BRAT TAMING, HAND JOBS, WATERSPORTS, SENSORY DEPRAVATION, THREESOMES

DRABBLES

In which you and Keegan get up to some fun of your own while at work x| ♚

SPITBALLS

What it would be like…. Rimming w/ Gaz while he sleeps x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: SOMNOPHILIA, RIMMING

What it would be like…. rimming w/ Gaz x | 🎲

CONTENT TAGS: RIMMING

What it would be like…sex w/ Gaz while he wears nothing but…. x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUS!GAZ

What it would be like…. free user reader w/TF141….x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: THREESOME, OVERSTIMULATION, FREE USE

What it would be like… alpha reader w/omega TF141…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: A/B/O, POSSESSIVENESS, EXHIBITIONISM

What it would be like… barrack bunny reader w/ TF141…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION

What it would be like…dating barrack bunny Soap…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: WRITTEN DEGRADATION, BJOBS, FOURSOMES

What it would be like… Rodolfo w/ a high sex drive… i, ii | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: OVERSTIMULATION, GUIDED MASTURBATION, USE OF TOYS, ORALSEX, COCKWARMING, SCENT KINK

What it would be like…Ghost as a dad…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK

What it would be like… baby trapping w/ Graves…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK, ATTEMPTED BABY TRAPPING

What it would be like… baby trapping w/ Gaz…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BABY TRAPPING

What it would be like… Alex w/ a mommy kink…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MOMMY KINK

What it would be like…secret relationship w/ Alex…x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: JEALOUSY, RIDING

SERIES

Thinking about…

Thinking about all the times you’ve made Ghost cry x | ♚

Thinking about how Alejandro is the type to tease you for your weapon of choice x | 🎲

Thinking about how Soap would never outright confess that he likes you x | 🎲

Thinking about being in a Polyamorous relationship with Ghost and Soap x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about how sex with Soap is absolutely ridiculous (in the best way possible) x 🎲

Thinking about old Soap and new Soap x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Remedial Work x

There seems to be a consensus among your classmates at the police academy that you and Leon don’t get along. However, they couldn’t be more wrong. | ♚

MISC

Soap Alphabet x | ♞

SPITBALLS

What it would be like… titty fucking Peter x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: TITTY FUCKING

What it would be like…… Miguel with a breeding kink x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: BREEDING KINK, BULGE KINK, LACTATION KINK

What it would be like… Miguel during spider mating season x | ♚

CONTENT TAGS: MIGUEL W/ TRAITS OF A SPIDER, INAPPROPRIATE USE OF WEBS

DRABBLES

In which you and Spot try something new….x | ♚

SERIES

Thinking about Miguel and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♚ 🎲

Thinking about The Spot and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♔ 🎲

Thinking about all the ways you can be intimate with The Spot x | 🎲 ♔

Thinking of all the ways you can be intimate with The Spot x | 🎲 ♚

Thinking about Noir and the kinks he likes to indulge in x | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Finish line x

In which Peter learns that a little bit of encouragement goes a long way | ♚

Color show x

In which Noir wants to learn about colors and you’re more than happy to help | ♚

Laundry day x

In which Peter discovers some unusual perks with laundry day | ♚

Detective’s work x

In which Noir tries to keep you off the streets and you try to keep him inside the sheets | ♚

Workload x

In which you find ways to spend time with your boyfriend Miguel even though he’s busy| ♚

One More Time x

In which both Peter and you learn that one more time doesn’t always mean one more time | ♚

Pillow Talk x

In which Peter, a married man, gets off to the thought of being with someone other than his spouse | ♚

Lights, camera, action x

In which you make it your personal mission to ruin Noir’s career by fucking him | ♚

ONE SHOTS

Nothing compares x

In which it’s your first time with Eddie | ♚

Brainrots, fic ideas, nsfw discussion about characters and hc discussions with my lovely anonies, mutuals and followers x

[stankygay]

Chapters: 8/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas, Nikolai/John Price (Call of Duty), Minor or Background Relationship(s)

CHAPTER 8 IS OUT

THIS CHAPTER IS ALL ALERUDY

[crunchyroaches27]

”You’re safe, pet.” | TF 141 x omega!reader

OKAYYY BEAR WITH ME! I just released a pt2 of the ghoap post I made but I could not help but write this one. It’s fluff and angst and the same time.

omega!reader is rescued from a Omega trafficking ring by TF141

BACKGROUND INFO

everyone has lil tails and ears (🥺) + Omegaverse AU + they/them pronouns used; Gender neutral + Alphas have pointed canines for marking

there are more characters, like Alejandro but he doesn’t play too much of a major role. He doesn’t deserve to be here

Price is the pack leader. He is an Alpha— the most dominant out of his other mates. His word is absolute law. He likes to regularly scent his pack, it makes him feel reassured that his pack is safe. Price is essentially their cigarette-smoking dad

Ghost is next in line in this chain of command, he is also an Alpha. He is more impulsive than the others and often has to have many restraints, leading to him often being aloof and angsty. Soap likes Ghost, but Ghost is too fucking slow

Gaz is third in line, also an Alpha like the ones before him. He is cool and collected, yet he also is a bit of a rebel— here and there he will challenge Price’s authority and be snarky

And finally, Soap. Poor Soap is at the bottom, being a Beta. Despite not being an Omega, he still carries out monotonous tasks. As the “peacemaker” of his pack, he ensures that all is well between them. That doesn’t mean he isn’t a jackass sometimes. His body scent is fainter, but his scenting abilities are better than the rest bc he is a Beta

In this cruel world made up of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, there is bound to be danger lurking in every dark alley, every shady nightclub. Over the course of three days, you had seen and felt things you thought would never end. You were used and passed along like a joint. One particular Alpha paid a good fortune for you, and you found yourself dressed in skimpy clothes and drugged with aphrodisiacs. Your pheromones leaked like a pipe. There’s no hope. Why even bother? you thought angstily as you were transported to a new location.

You’d heard of the tragic trafficking of Omegas, but you didn’t expect to experience it firsthand. Omegas have to know every tactic to defend themselves. Your ears drooped in disgust and a sort of disbelief as your body began to enter some sort of stupor; the drugs meant to make you extremely docile and languid were starting to kick in. The sudden sensation of a sharp turn and the screech of wheels snapped you out from your haze. Instead of hearing the usual excited chatter, you heard gunshots. You were too lethargic to even move, so you passed out in your seat. When you awoke, four men surrounded you; three Alphas and one Beta.

You found yourself on a small cot. Three Alphas and one Beta were sniffing your pheromones to deduce your mental, physical, and emotional state. “Aye, Omega’s ‘woken up,” the Beta with the warhawk mumbled. The bearded Alpha hummed. “Hmm. Let’s start with introductions. What’s your name, Omega?” Another Alpha, clad in a skull mask, trilled, seemingly pleased at your arousal (arousal as in the waking up sense!!). “You’re safe, pet. We don’t bite, at least, not unless you want us to.” He jibed with a British lilt once he sensed your fear. His dark-skinned pack mate snorted, rolling his eyes. You could smell he was an Alpha, too.

All of their ears were perked high in expectation, their eyes watching your every move, sniffing every pheromone released into the already stuffy air. “Y/N,” your response made them nod in acknowledgment. “Mm, ‘Kay. We already knew that. Jus’ wanted to see if we got the right person.” The bearded Alpha sighed before continuing. “Well, I’m Price. This ‘ere is Ghost, Gaz on my right, and Soap’s the one in front of ya.” Soap promptly bent down and twinkled at you, his tail wagging. You didn’t even have to ask for their ranks, you could smell it in the bodily fragrances they released— that applied for them too. You could tell that Price, Ghost and Gaz were all Alphas, while Soap was a Beta.

You wondered how they weren't dying to breed you, your pheromones were uncapped and flowing out into the air freely. They must be taking some kick ass suppressors, you surmised. You were, for the lack of better words, glad they weren’t groping your body ravenously. Yet, despite their composed demeanors, glints of wolfish desires were expressed through their eyes. Their tails were rigid and raised.

“We saved you from that trafficking ring— shouldn’t you be more grateful?” Ghost earned himself an elbow pinch from Price. Ghost lowered his ears and grumbled as Gaz snickered. “Omega’s pumped full of drugs. Damnit, they’re barely alive,” Price grunted, his brows knitted— not in regards to Ghost— but at your deplorable condition. “Don’t expect much yet.”

“Soap, call in exfil, we need to go back to base. We need to get this Omega treated.” At Price’s order, Soap’s ears flicked and he soon got to work. “Don’t worry, Omega,” Price murmured, his thick fingers tracing circles on your sunken-in cheeks. He practically melted at the sigh you soughed. “You’re safe, pet.”

One half of you loved his touch, the Omega side that constantly craved the touch and comfort of an Alpha; the other half wanted to flinch back and snarl at it. You’d been touched, and not in a nice way— you didn’t want to bear that again. Yet because Price’s touch was refreshingly compassionate, the former side won.

At the hospital

When you arrived at the base, you were stirred awake by a splitting headache, an after effect of the narcotics. Your vision was bleary but you could tell that you were in an infirmary— and that you were not alone, either.

Ghost and Soap were seated on the chairs adjacent to your little mattress. Their tails were curled curled together as they waited for your awakening. When you finally announced it by clearing your throat, both of their ears shot up in attention and whipped their heads around to face you.

Soap was the first one to detach from the tail-curling and walk towards you, a gentle concern painted onto his face. “Ye feelin’ any better, Omega?” He chuckled at your reply, a tired no. His hands neared to replace the tape covering your scent glands, but then he stopped, seemingly remembering his manners. “Mind if I change ‘em? Not gonna try anything slick,” Soap asked, his icy blue eyes warming themselves for you.

“No,” you croaked. Slowly, he started to strip the tape off, clean your gland, and patch a new piece of tape on. Obviously, your scent had been carried in the air, exciting both Soap and Ghost. You knew Soap had a better nose than the rest. Soap’s pupils had dilated, making you a bit uneasy, “not gonna try anythin’,” he assured you again, smelling your distrust.

“Where’s Price and Gaz?” You questioned, hoping you remembered the name of the two Alphas right. “They’re in Mexico. With a friend; they should be back soon.” Ghost replied, rising to his feet to join Soap. They both assessed you with such focused attention— especially Ghost— making you feel like a piece of meat again. Your ears pinned themselves against your head.

Ghost’s inhaled deeply through his mouth, his breath trembling. He leaned closer towards you, his head tilting to try and whiff up any of your heady pheromones that still lingered in the air from the tape-replacing. Ghost's ears were angled towards you.

Ghost realized what he was doing and promptly gave you your space, as if to prove his salaciousness was kept under control. Or maybe he did it as an apology. "Sorry, just, you smell nice."

Soap hummed in what could be expressed as skepticism.

"Well, I think we should leave 'em to their own devices." Soap said, giving your hand a quick squeeze. He ordered for a glass of water to be delivered to your room before he left with his packmate.

You were left alone with your thoughts. You realized how much of a windfall this was. Out of hundreds of millions, you were saved. You had quite possibly the aid of God by your side. What an occurrence.

Sorry. Didn't really know how to end it, but pt2 will come out fs 😚

[sirenmoth]

Breeding Team

Everyone x AFAB!Reader

You can thank @/simonrileyscockring a/b/o orgy asks for this, only fem!reader im doing for the time being, dont try this at home. I regret nothing, haven’t wrote smut in 5 years so this might be bad

CW: DUNCON, no use of y/n, gangbang, unprotected sex (obvi), porn with very little plot- and that plot is also porn, breeding kink/breeding, cum marking, pregnancy mentions, p in v sex, oral (m and f receving and m and f giving), exhibitionism, voyerusim, fingering, choking, anal, anal fisting, dumbification?, double penetration, double penetration in one hole (quadruple penetration? idk how to explain it), massive dubcon, rough sex?, manhandling, abo dynamics, knots, knot fucking, mention of collaring, biting, marking, overstimulation, pussy slapping, squirting, scent marking, degradation, praise, lactation, aftercare, 3 holes and two hands made to service 8 men, i wrote this between 1am-7am, sexulising your military propaganda, the tagging and warnings killed me 

AO3 Next

Being the only omega on a team made up of alphas was draining, even more so when you were unmated and unclaimed, you liked it that way, being free and your own person, until Soap came running into the Commons room, waving around your box of prescribed scent suppressants you asked for to hide your omega stance and scent from the team of men you worked with. All turning to look at you with hunger in their eyes, more then ready to eat you whole.

Who knew you’d up here, like this.

Sitting on Ghost and Königs laps, their cocks, questioning whose idea it was for you to take the two biggest men of the whole squad in one hole as the rest watched, watched you get prepared for what was to come as they both had four fingers each moments pire in the same hole their cocks were occupying, stretching for them. “Such a good pet, such a good omega for us.” Ghost whispered as both he and the Austrian man adjusted their positions, both men had their masks pulled up to their noses, leaving only the bottom part exposed, ripping a whine out of you, allowing enough room for Gaz to get behind you with a bottle of lube in hand. Opening it up and applying a generous amount to your back entrance as König and Ghost soothed you, one petting your hair other other muttering sweet nothings of reassurance in your ear “You can take it doll, it’s ok” helping to distract you from the burn as Kyle pushed in two fingers, scissoring you open, pulling moan after moan, soon he added a fourth, the his whole fist, adding more lube before slowly thrusting his fist in an out. 

“That’s it Hase, doing so good for us, so pretty like this, spread open and ready for us to use” König muttered into the crook of your neck before biting down, the other masked man following suit, placing his mark on the other side opposite to Königs, soon each memeber of the team placed their mark somewhere on your shoulders or neck saying “You look so pretty claimed, but you’ll look even prettier mated and breed.” as Gaz applied more lube as he entered four more fingers, sending you into an unexpected orgasm.

Clamping down on the two cocks already inside you, Kyle pulled out his fist and fingers just in time before Alejandro lined up his shaft to your freashly prepped hole, slidding in with ease until he bottomed out, snaking his arm around your waist to play with your neglected and overstimulated clit as Price joined in, graciously applying more lube to the already spit-lubed slick hole, groaning out a quiet “fuck” as he entered. Soon enough the Captian gave a quick nod to the rest of the team, the one inside you started moving in an uneven rhythm, never leaving you empty, keeping you stuffed. Graves and Rudy turned your head to the left where they stood, sliding their awaiting cocks into your open mouth as your hands worked up and down on Kyle’s and Johnny’s members, licking and swallowing all eight men’s scent and musk like air. The sound of skin against skin, gags and garbled moans filled the Commons room, the four inside you pushed in their knows, effectively knot fucking your already streached and abused holes, the four above you passed your mouth around like a fleshlight, making you take them right down to their knots.

“Gonnae cum if ye keep this up, bonnie” Soap slurs above you, throwing his head back in bliss as he moves your mouth on his and Gaz’s shafts, your hands occupied by Graves and Rudy’s members, smearing their pre-cum up and down, “C’mon bonita, squeeze tighter, gonna cum all over your face, mark you up” Rudy takes your fist in his hands to make you squeeze tighter as he fucks into it. Your cum-smeared, sweat soaked skin was littered in brusies and hickies, making crude constellations on your skin, your stomach, womb and ass filled with their cum. Bite marks, their bite marks covered your neck, lesser bite marks over the rest of your body, claiming and marking you as their omega, the teams omega. Their bitch. Their free-use cumslut.

“There ya go, luv” Priced murmured into your ear, the prasies dripped from their lips as they filled your holes was like an aphrodisiac drug you never wanted to come down from. Alejandro leaned down, kissing your neck, smiling as he promised to “Keep you stuffed, mi amor, keep you so full of our cum and our cubs you won’t be able to move. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” Your moans was the only consent they needed as they pumped you full of their seed, unable to tell who was where, who was inside you rearranging your organs you whined you a pathetic “please, breed me” as they manhandled you into different positions, using you as a way to get all their pent-up stress and frustration out.

How long has it been? Minutes? Hours? Days? It was hard to keep track of, some of the team left to go back to their jobs once they were satisfied, coming back in their free time with more stuff to add to the nest, sometimes telling whoever was using you to give it a rest as they feed you and kept you hydrated, “shhh, cariño, you to drink” Rudy  pressing a water bottle to your lips as you rest against his chest, holding you in place as Gaz eats your pussy like a man starved, limbs feeling heavy and weightless as you drank the water, wanting to be a good omega.

After Gaz had his fill, König lifts your wek legs over his broad shoulders, putting you in a mating press, effectively pinning you in place with nowhere to run as he bullied his knot into you, keeping eye contact as he rips orgam after orgam out of you, watching your blissed fucked-out expression, once he was done, knot still fully inside you to make sure “it catches”, König moves you legs from his shoulders to his waist, petting your frizzy tangled post sex hair, cooing about how “pretty you look” and “you’ll look like a godess pregnant with my cubs”. Moving a pillow under your head, “Get some sleep, Maus, we are not done with you yet.”

Waking up some time later to light feather kisses on your face. Opening your to notice your being held up by two pairs of strong hands and König was gone, “G’morning, bonnie. Yeh sleep well?” Soap chirps, his accent thick with lust, he pulls you into a heated his as he entered you pussy, the soft blankets and pillows of the nest, as well as the sqauds old clothes they brought, keeping you grounded as the team breeds you over and over, legs unabled to move without support, little did you know that was their intention to make sure by the time their through with you your fully breed with their pups, too swollen and fucked out to move, begging for more, to be fucked full again.

“You can take another, can’t you pet?” Ghost growls behind you, nipping at your ear as he pushes into your abused asshole, “This is where you belong, a good breeding bitch for us to use.” He growls again and begins moving at a faster, brutal pace, Johnny laughs at your whines and moans, moving at the same pace as his superior, the men sharing a kiss over your shoulder as they move, speaking as if you weren’t there,

 “Maybe we should get a collar, a pretty collar for our pretty omega.”

 “Get the task force’s symbol engraved on it, along with our names.”

“Aye, let everyone know who she belongs tae.”

Ghost moves his hands to your breats, kneading them until milk spills over from the excessive fucking and breeding, “So good, so so good puppy” Soap grumbles before attaching himself to your right nipple, sucking up and drinking as much milk as possible, “Leave some for the cubs, Johnny” Simon hisses out as you clamp down after another soul shattering orgasm, “Cannae help it L.T, just taste so good” both men continue talking as if you weren’t there, weren’t impaled on their cocks and knots, sandwiched in the middle. One of the masked man hand moved towards the base of your neck, squeezing just enough to make you dizzy the other hand moving to your abused nub, pinching and pulling, leaving the occasional SMACK  while Soap nursed from your chest.

A lound moan from you brought them out of their conversation, “Ye gonnae cum, hen?”Johnny  teased the nipple he was just sucking on, moving to nurse from the other one, a long incoherent whine escaped your lips as Ghost flattened his palm against your mound, both men rutting their knots into you, chasing their high, as Ghost behind you kept slapping your exposed nerve, over and over, getting rougher until it was hard to make a single noise “Soak us, ya can do it, pet, be a good slut and soak us.” you couldn’t tell who was speaking as you were brought closer to the edge. 

“Soak” SLAP “Us” another SLAP

until you finally snap, letting out a high pitched squeal as you came, squirting over both men and the nest underneath you, head falling back against Ghosts chest as they kept thrusting into your worn out body “t-too..mu-ch..” was all you could stammer out, unable to take anymore, Johnny kisses the tears away from your eyes telling you “We’re almost done, bonnie” grabbing the fat on your hips as leverage to pound into you, Simon tightens the grip around your neck as they cum inside you, slow thrust to make sure their seed stays in. Smearing what fell out over your body, letting everyone know who you belong to.

Finally it was over.

Each man came and went, cooing and whispering sweet nothings and praises at at you, as they bring food and rearranged the nest so it was more comfortable for their good little omega, rubbing your swollen belly, swollen with their cubs and their cum, Graves helps you into one of his shirts to cover up with, Alejandro and Rudy went to the kitchen to make the squad some food as Price and Ghost went off to find more nest material for their well breed omega, they clean you up with their clothes, keeping their smell on you, laying you down on the nest comfy nest floor. König laid in between you legs, suckling off you clit saying he’s “making sure your all clean” as Gaz and Soap nursed off your chest, now plump with milk “gotta make sure everything works, doll” Kyle smiles, looking up at you with a nipple still in his mouth “Can’t have the litter starving now, can we?” he laughs before taking the bruised nipple back into his mouth.

Laying there, surrounded and covered in you teams musk and smell, their warmth, you finally felt relaxed, nestled in a cocoon of your alphas blankets, pillows and old worn clothes,weakly running your hands through each of the boys’ hair, quietly moaning and whimpering, you accept there no place better then this, accepting you role as the squad’s breeding bitch.