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The sun was setting, casting shades of yellows and rose gold across the lines of shelves filled with a variety of beloved games.
It had been an unusually slow day, with only a handful of customers grazing through every once in awhile. There had only been one sale. Which was fine. A random, silent Wednesday in October would not break the month's budget.
However, as the sun continued to settle behind the tall buildings of Domino City, the sudden jingle of the door, normally a calming sign of steady business, somehow became an alarm.
For as soon as the gust of cool, October wind blew through the small little game shop, Atem's entire body tensed and the tiny hairs upon the back of his neck rose in heightened sense.
A pungent, sweet scent of frosted orange permeated the area. Too sweet. Sweet enough that if he had cavities, they would surely ache.
Atem stood frozen behind the counter, jaw nearly slack, as he watched the boy, the omega, who the scent belonged to walk into his shop as if appearing straight out of his wildest dreams.
He was small, delicately framed, moreso than any omega Atem had seen thus far in his twenty-six years of life. His hair hung around his sweetheart face in waves of gold and black, his skin so pale that the red flush upon his rounded cheeks reminded Atem of the oranges he so smelled like.
Despite the crisp, Autumn air that he knew awaited Atem on his walk home that evening, the boy was wearing a loose black tshirt and a pair of shorts that hugged his creamy thighs in a way that was nearly obscene.
His black socks were tall, touching his knees, along with black clunky boots to match.
Decorative, chrome silver jewelry adorned his dainty wrists, neck and ears.
Atem's heart hammered widly in his chest. He'd never seen someone so unearthly beautiful.
Or smell so insanely good.
Atem watched intently as the omega crossed through his shop casually, as if not noticing him there. He perused the shelves of miscellaneous games with interest, caressed the roleplay figurines with a slender fingertip.
Atem swallowed deeply and was compelled forward. He slowly, on careful footsteps, rounded the counter.
There was a sweat breaking out upon his forehead as he drew closer, the scent of sugared oranges so thick that he could taste it upon his tongue. His stomach somersaulted with a heat that formed in his core.
Pretending to look over a nearby shelf, Atem paused to glance upward at the omega who still seemed to be more interested in the games themselves than the lone alpha standing mere meters away from him.
Which had to be impossible, Atem reasoned with spinning vision. The omega in his little game shop was so obviously in heat.
He had to be aware of what his scent was doing to Atem at that moment.
Unable to stop his voice, to bring forth the attention he was inevitably seeking, Atem's hands lingered on a sleek box upon the shelf in front of him as he spoke, "May I help you?"
The omega faltered, but did not look at him. His movements slowed, his shoulders tense under his shirt.
"Just looking," came a sweet, melodic voice that was just as sweet as the phermones he was exhibiting.
The entire situation was leaving Atem, a rather mild mannered alpha, tipsy.
And as if coyly playing with Atem's insanity, the omega suddenly bent over to look at the lower shelves.
He could have knelt down easily, of course, but the omega had decided to bend at the waist, giving Atem a clear view of the precious curves of his rear outlined in his black, demin shorts and the clear shininess of slick creeping between his fleshy thighs.
Atem inhaled sharply, the sound loud in his beloved, suddenly stuffy game shop.
Oh.
The omega was doing this on purpose. To garner Atem's attention, his alpha's attention. It stirred in his chest, hanging by a thin thread of gold that was quickly being pulled taut.
Atem's skin tingled, his phermones reacting to the realization, and within the deep scent of the sweet oranges wrapped around him, mixed with his own spice and sandalwood.
The omega straightened then, body tensing in obvious response to Atem's strong scent.
Atem's heart thundered in his chest as his feet moved closer on their own accord.
"You're playing with fire," Atem stated, voice deep and rumbling through the restraint he was only barely holding onto.
The omega finally turned and Atem's mouth parted in awe at the large, doe like eyes that came into view. They were a vibrant violet, framed by dark, long lashes. They reminded him of twilight and early, purple mornings.
This close it was easy to see the feverish skin under tiny freckles, the layer of sweat under golden bangs. The omega's heat was obviously fresh and spiraling the longer they played this game.
The sweet scent of frosted oranges was even stronger there. It spun Atem's mind into a whirling tornado of: knot, bite, claim.
"Am I?" The omega questioned with an innocence that was far too suspicious for Atem to accept.
Especially when he tilted his head, exposing his scent glands and giving Atem an even bigger whiff of his damned, sugary smell.
His little berry tongue poked through his cupid's bow lips, and it was that that was Atem's undoing.
In a flash, Atem had the omega backed to the shelf, cornered with Atem's sunkissed arms on either side of his head. The dark and the light skin tones clashed violently in Atem's head and he sucked through his teeth to reclaim even an inch of his clear head.
"Coming into my shop. In heat," Atem growled low in his throat, alpha voice dripping, as he peered into the omega's deep, stunning eyes. "You're really something."
Unable to help it, he nosed the delicate curve of the omega's ear, so close but so far away from his luscious scent glands.
Atem was desperate to scent him. To claim. To bite. But he was raised better than that. And he had never had an omega willingly walk into his shop in heat before. He was unsure what the proper thing to do was that wouldn't incrimate him.
The omega's shaky inhale and tiny whimper went straight to his already responsive cock. His finger nails dug into the cherry wood of the shelves.
"Is this what you do every month? Come seeking a random alpha to satisfy you?"
"N-No," the omega answered, surprising Atem with the sound of genuine honesty. "You're the first."
Atem sprung back and waited for the omega's pretty eyes to flutter open. When they did, Atem's heart beat to a different rhythm.
"Why me?"
The omega hesitated, eyes drifting away from Atem's question and appearing quite shy all of a sudden. He squirmed in Atem's cage against the shelves.
"I've been here before," the omega admitted quietly in a soft murmur as if wanting to speak to the floor and not the person in front of him, and yet Atem heard him fine. "But I was too nervous to say anything to you."
Atem stilled at the confession. He'd been there before? Surely Atem would have noticed him if he had. His beauty was a gift to behold. His scent, a sweet and citrusy goodness that had Atem melting.
His skin pulsed. His eyes flickered over the soft slopes of the omega's face.
Hands suddenly gripped his shirt, the heat of the omega piercing through the material and reaching his sensitive skin. The orange scent tinted a little sour with obvious panic.
Atem bit back a groan to peer at the omega in surprise.
"Please," the boy begged and it was almost a whine. "You're the only one that I want."
Atem had known him for only a short few minutes and yet those words, the sound of his angelic voice had him caving before he realized he was even moving.
His hand quickly snatched the omega's cheek and he seared their mouths together in a heated kiss.
It was firm but no less hungry.
By then, Atem had long forgotten just where they were or what the principals of owning a business carried.
All he cared about was the sugared citrus taste upon his tongue as he ventured into the omega's mouth for the first time. His hand gripped his slender waist, pulling them flush against each other, desperately needing more contact, until he felt the protruding erection from within the omega's shorts.
He tore away with a gasp, but his lips kept moving. Kept kissing and tasting as he trailed heatedly down the omega's jawline toward his throat and scent glands.
Atem pressed his nose fiercely upon them, drawing in more of that drug inducing scent of oranges.
They were quickly becoming his favorite fruit.
"Ah," the omega mewled against the bookshelf, hands roaming Atem's broad back. Goosebumps littered the omega's arms as Atem slipped his palms down them.
"Such a naughty omega you are," Atem muttered against his skin and then licked a stripe up his beautiful, slender neck.
The omega shuddered and this time, Atem's own cock pressed along the other.
"You're lucky it's me that found you," Atem continued, continuing to assault on the omega's neck and collarbone with kisses and licks that were hardly enough for Atem in that moment.
"It has to be you," the omega moaned, head back and nails biting into Atem's skin through his shirt. "Please. Please. It hurts."
Atem's hand slipped up over the expanse of smooth, feverish skin under the thin black tshirt the omega was wearing and found a tiny, pert nipple to play with.
He lifted his head and kissed the omega's parted lips soundly.
"Please what?" He prompted breathlessly, mind no longer apparant. "What is it that you'd like me to do for you, hm?"
He emphasized his needless question by rutting against the omega, their cocks pressing deliciously together in a way that caused sparkles to interfere in Atem's perfect vision.
The omega's moan was loud and forthcoming. It echoed off the walls. A new gush of frosted oranges assaulted Atem's senses, becoming even more impossibly sweet, and he was all too aware of his hardwood floors soon to be soaked in the omega's slick.
"Need you," was the only coherent words that left the omega's pink mouth. Fingers slid up into Atem's once perfectly touseled hairstyle of auburn and gold as if going to pull him closer.
"Need me?" Atem paused in his kisses and grinding to ask. "Need me where? Here?"
He dropped a hand to the bulge in the omega's shorts, already damp from precum.
The omega's legs shook and he nearly fell to the ground. Thankfully, Atem held him up and pressed their foreheads together.
"Come on, sweetheart. Tell me what you really came here for. I need to hear those words come from your pretty mouth," he purposefully whispered over the omega's lips in a rush.
He rubbed the omega's needy cock and enjoyed seeing him whimper and shake at just a hand on him.
The glassiness in the omega's eyes told him he was already far too gone for reason any longer.
So it was no surprise when he nearly sobbed, "fuck me. Please. Please, my alpha."
"Damn," Atem cursed low in his throat and his teeth tugged at the omega's plump bottom lip. "Damn, you're perfect."
More than perfect. He was like a dream come true.
Atem wasted no time spinning the omega around and grabbing the waistband of his shorts. To help him remove them, the boy did quick work of the button and zipper before allowing Atem to pull his shorts down to his ankles, catching on the thickness of his leather boots.
Slick was seeping down his tender thighs and Atem knelt down, unable to help himself and licked a stripe up one of them, needing to taste the sugary orange goodness for himself.
"Mmm," he moaned, pleased and overcome by the overly sweet taste.
"Oh god," the omega whimpered, holding himself weakly up on the shelf.
But that wouldn't do.
Atem pulled him down to the ground, his hand finding the omega's shoulder and holding him down as he kneed his thighs apart. His beautiful, porcelain backside opened like a flower in bloom, giving Atem a waterfall view of his tiny, slick pink hole.
His mouth watered immediately. Never in his life had he ever come across a fruit so ripe. He caressed the round beautiful curve of his rear, finding it soft and fleshy. He gave it a nice squeeze in appreciation.
He tore his wild gaze up to the omega who's cheek pressed to the floor while letting out a sob.
"Damn, you're beautiful," Atem's voice cracked with despair. "So gorgeous."
"In me," came the omega's heat muddled words.
"With pleasure, sweetheart," Atem murmured and with careful deliberation, he slowly pressed his middle finger inside the tight, little entrance.
The slick covered his palm immediately and continued to do so as he eased another finger in, then another. The omega mewled and scratched at his floor, arching his back and begging incessantly for more and more.
"So tight," Atem commented with breathless abandon, thrusting his three fingers inside of the omega and watching him milk them with a keen desperation. His hips moved backward repeatedly, pratically preparing himself.
"More. More, more, more," the omega whined. "Need more. Please. Please fill me up. Knot me. It hurts. Please, please."
Atem nearly orgasmed right then and there, his cock throbbing and wanting to do exactly what the omega was begging for.
"You beg so prettily," he murmured, his own scent of spices mingling with the omega's in a hot, humid surge of spicy sweetness.
He removed his damp fingers immediately and threw open his fly. The loss of tension against his hard cock had him breathing a little easier, and he fisted it with the omega's slick while his other hand drew a line down his pretty porcelain spine.
Atem saw the omega look back at him as he jacked himself, his gaze widening at the sight. Atem smirked a little, knowing he was rather large for his body stature.
He was cursed with a smaller body frame than most alphas, but not in this department.
Atem gripped the omega's hip and positioned the darkened head of his cock to the pulsing, needy hole that was desperate to be filled with something bigger.
He glanced up at the omega again, meeting his shining violet eyes. "Ready to be filled, baby?"
"Oh god, please. Please fill me. Knot me."
Atem didn't need to be told twice. However, the second he pressed inside of that sweet, tight heat, all of the rest of his self control dissapated in an instant.
He gripped the omega's pretty waist tightly and slammed in, drawing frantic groans from the both of them.
"Oh yes, ah! Just like that," the omega breathed in what sounded like relief when Atem moved roughly within him.
Atem sucked through his teeth, blinded from desire as he took the omega and slammed into him again and again, setting a steady rhythm that had loud smacks of flesh echoing against the walls.
Atem fell against him, nose inhaling the scent of the omega's sweet hair like a drugged cat, as he continued to defile the omega right there on his shop's floor.
"Is this what you wanted? For me to fuck you like this? Knot you real good right here in the middle of my shop for anyone to see?"
The omega moaned, nails scratching uselessly against the floor. "Yes. Yes, oh god. Please. Please."
Atem bit at the shell of the omega's ear. "You're so polite and beautiful with my cock deep inside of your little omega body. When you're begging for my knot and desperate for me to breed you."
"Oh god, yes. Breed me. Knot me. Fill me up. Please."
The omega was pratically crying then and Atem slammed into him harder, chasing his own orgasm and overwhelmed by his own desperation to knot him.
A hand grabbed behind at Atem's hair, holding him close and Atem pressed his face against the omega's scent glands, drugged and seeking the substance that he was now mindlessly addicted to.
The idea of this sweet, perfect omega finding a different alpha for his heat set Atem's blood to boil.
"Mine," he growled before he knew what he had said, wanting nothing more than to keep this omega for himself and himself only.
"Yours," the omega sobbed in response anyway. "Oh god, I'm close—"
Atem could smell how close he was. His entire shop would surely smell like the omega's heat for months to come.
Atem slammed into him faster, harder until the omega was screaming his first release. His head threw back, throat bare, and painted the ground underneath with thick ropes of come.
Atem continued throughout the omega's orgasm, fingers splaying over that creamy throat and keeping him there against him. His canines pressed along the omega's pulse but not enough to truly do any damage to the skin, despite his instinct to bite, mark, claim.
Nails dug into his skin. Sweat slicked their bodies. Tongue swiped out to taste salt and sugar.
"So good," Atem mumbled against ripe skin and the omega's whimpers were just as needy as before. "I could fuck you for hours. Days maybe."
"Mmm, please," the omega moaned.
"You'd like that?" Atem questioned, nose pressing to the omega's hairline. "Nothing but me, here—"
Atem slammed harder into the him for emphasis, finding that sweet spot he knew would send sparks of mindnumbing pleasure throughout the omega's body, and drove himself further and further into oblivion, his knot swelling with each thrust and each cry from the omega's lips.
Atem used his strength to manipulate their positions, his cock slipping out at one point and nearly causing the omega to weep.
"Hold on, sweetheart. Just repositioning," he told him in a softer voice than he felt at that moment. His entire body was on fire. His skin layered with a sticky sweat that smelled sweet even to himself at that moment.
He positioned the omega on his back, his black tshirt rutting up toward his navel, as his flushed, tear stained face came into view.
Overcome, Atem spread his willing thighs and forced his cock back inside that delicious body with a deep slam.
The omega's back arched, his head throwing back in gorgeous passion, his leaking, still hard cock bouncing with every snap of Atem's hips.
Atem's nails dug into the sensitive skin under the omega's knees, dislodging the tall socks from their positions on his slender legs.
With this stunning view, it took no time at all for Atem's knot to swell even further. For his resitance to completely vanish.
Especially when that pretty pale hand reached down and grabbed at his own arousal, pumping himself furiously with a frenzy only an omega in heat would feel.
"Look at you," Atem groaned miserably, their eyes locking in the middle as the omega's pink lips allowed heavy pants. "You're so cute all drunk on my cock."
"Please," the omega begged again. "Need to come on your knot. Please. It still hurts."
Atem couldn't have that.
He slammed into him again and again, skidding their skin further and further along the floor, as the omega's moans grew higher and higher in pitch until he was whining a second release.
Stripes of hot, sugary come expelled from the swollen head of his porcelain cock, his little fist milking it for as much as he could, body spasming and clenching around Atem's cock so tightly he lost breath.
Atem growled, at the gush of sweetened slick around him, at the rich scents of them both swirling around in his senses to the point he helplessly fell down upon the omega to drive himself impossibly deeper.
His sweaty forehead met the soft curve of the omega's shoulder, his groans and breaths coming out heavy and loud as he moved harder, wilder, rougher.
The wet sounds in the shop were so obscene and if anyone were to walk in right then and there, they'd surely get a sight and a good whiff of sex but Atem could have cared less at that moment.
It wasn't even on his radar.
"You're mine now," Atem bit into the omega's skin, causing him to cry out again. "You'll want for no other cock. Only my knot will be able to satisfy you."
Hands were everywhere they could reach, desperate to touch and pull Atem closer.
His legs wrapped around Atem's hips and it was then that Atem could do nothing else except pop his knot inside of the sweet omega's body.
Suddenly, nails bit hard into Atem's skin enough to draw blood, and the omega came again right there on Atem's swollen knot with a high pitched cry.
It was the last invisible string left of Atem's control and he gave one last disjointed slam into the omega's soft body before he came with a defeaning groan that he quickly silenced in a bite against the omega's shoulder.
Syrupy oranges took over Atem's senses, his vision gone dark as the animalistic pull temporarily compelled him to spasm and jerk with his violent orgasm. The omega's hole milked him hard, the whines and sobs sang in Atem's ears until he sighed in what sounded like relief.
Atem's nose pressed deeply against the omega's neck as his mind began to clear. As his grip on the omega loosened, while his knot was slow to wither.
It would be at least thirty minutes for it to go down, he knew out of past experience. And so he took his time, nuzzling the sweet scent of citrus with his eyes squeezed shut, as hands slipped into his sweaty and damp hair at his scalp and gently soothed the heightened trembling away.
Afterward, it was silent. The only sound their breathing and the thundering beats of the omega's heart under Atem's ear.
The thighs wrapped around his waist loosely fell into a more relaxed position on either side.
"Are you okay?" Atem had half a mind to ask, his voice cracking dryly. He licked his lips in an attempt to wet them.
He hoped he hadn't hurt him in his blind need.
A breathy laugh left the omega under him, surprising Atem, still tightly locked around his knot.
"More than okay," he responded in what sounded a little like awe.
Atem finally lifted his head to make sure, eyes flickering over the sweetheart face of the omega he had so wildly devoured out of no where.
His thumb caressed his rounded cheek fondly with slight embarassment. "I feel like I should have opened with this, but what is your name?"
The way the omega's face softened and his stunning eyes glimmered had Atem's heart quickening all over again.
"Yugi," he murmured softly with a tinge of redness to his ears.
"Yugi," Atem repeated in his tenor voice, the name sounding like velvet upon his tongue. "Game. I do enjoy games."
That much was obvious, given where they currently were.
Yugi giggled lightly and it was the cutest sound Atem had ever heard.
"Your name is Atem, right?"
He froze with confusion. How had he—?
Yugi looked away with that sweet bashfullness he had shown him when he wasn't fully taken over by his heat. It was incredibly endearing.
"Your name tag," Yugi explained simply, a finger slipping between them to point at the metal over Atem's heart.
Atem glanced down at it, face crumbling into a look of amusement. "Oh, right. Yes."
Yugi smiled then, as if he wasn't currently under a stranger's body and tightly squeezed around a random alpha's knot in the thick of heat.
They stayed like that for awhile, unable to move much except to get more comfortable until Atem's knot finally went down. The silence became a little awkward between both of them until Yugi spoke up once more.
"I am sorry for roping you into this," he said softly with regret tangible in his voice, unable to meet Atem's eyes any longer. "I've never done this before. You were there, before and I wanted you. So badly. But I was too shy and then when preheat started, I… well… I could only think of you."
Atem's heart softened at the words, at the vulnerable confession, at the cute way Yugi squirmed despite the compromising position and the leaking fluids everywhere around them.
He knew right then and there, he was lost to Yugi's gravitational pull.
Atem's hand found Yugi's soft abdomen, trailing fingers over the smooth skin there. He nuzzled against his hair.
"Don't apologize," he murmured warmly. "I was surprised, yes, as no one has ever wanted me before, but you are quite delicious. Especially…" he pressed an open mouth kiss to the under side of Yugi's ear, tasting the sugary scent of sugared orange, "here."
Yugi moaned softly, his head tilting a little to give Atem more room. A flood of slick gushed out around Atem's knot, the sickening, sweet smell reminding him that Yugi was still very much in heat.
He'd need more soon.
And Atem would be more than willing to oblidge if Yugi let him.
As soon as his knot went down, Atem tucked himself back into his jeans and then helped Yugi to his feet. He wiped him down with a measured hand, still marveling over how beautiful Yugi was, then dressed him back into his damp shorts.
Once finished, Atem couldn't help but lean in and taste his sugar, sweet lips. Yugi kissed him back instantly, hands gripping his shirt a little too tightly.
A whimper left his lips when Atem pulled back to look at him. He took Yugi's hand. "Give me five minutes to close up and then you are coming with me."
Yugi's eyes dilated, his breaths becoming a bit more labored. The thick scent of frosted oranges assaulted Atem's senses once more. He refused to let Atem go and wrapped his arms around him, nuzzling into Atem's chest in a fit to keep him there.
"Just five minutes, sweetheart," Atem crooned, smoothing down Yugi's tangled hair. "Then I promise I'll give you what you want."
And so Atem moved quickly, going through the motions as Yugi took it upon himself to clean up the mess they'd made on the floor in an obvious effort to busy his hands. Their mixed scents were heavy around them, tingling Atem's skin in anticipation for what was to come.
Then, hand in hand, Atem tugged him out of the shop. The crisp, October air swirled around their flushed skin as they hurried down the block to Atem's flat.
The stars twinkled above them, the night creating shadows upon their faces and blanketing them in a haze that felt like comfort and warmth instead of cold indifference.
For the first time in all the years he'd been an alpha, Atem felt purpose in his steps and he held onto it with a tight, protective grip on his omega's hand.