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“More like that. You’re the alpha prime. Head of the pack.”

The model’s eyebrows draw down, one lip drawing up into the beginnings of a snarl. Reno’s camera clicks rapidly, shifting the angle and position subtly as it draws across the model’s body.

Reno has photographed many people of all designations, but it’s rare to be in the presence of someone so domineering. Though the model is not famous outside of the fashion world, he is all over magazine covers. Twelve months out of the year it’s likely his sharp jaw and bald head will be on display in a book store, convenience store, or news stand. He’s mysterious, almost always pictured with sunglasses, and muscular in a way that is uncommon for a super model. He’s never debased himself for action movies, though for how quiet he is, Reno assumes he’s a god awful actor.

He’s very handsome and photogenic. But the pungent alpha aroma coming off of him burns Reno’s nose hairs in a way that makes him queasy.

“Shoulder out of the jacket—yes.” More camera snaps.

There’s one moment where the model’s beautiful face drops into mild disgust. “Did someone blow a fuse?”

Reno stares at him like he’s stupid; every light and umbrella is still up and pristine. There were no noises aside from the constant blowing of a fan and his own camera.

Then he realizes he’s sweating, and the faint odor of ozone is coming from him, his alpha scent oozing out. “No,” Reno says. “One more. Look left.”

The model’s face goes back to its passive masculine emptiness, and Reno gets the shot.

The standoffish man doesn’t even ask to see the photos after the shoot. He snatches his bag out of the chair off camera and strides out of the studio, and Reno exhales shakily.

He’s used to divas, but alphas with counteracting scents put him ill at ease. Not that Reno can’t take care of himself, but that guy… He’s scary and rude. Which is fitting, since that’s all he’s known as in the media.

Rude.

His manager lights up his phone with texts. We got the contract, they read. Come to the afterparty at the penthouse. You’ll be handling his entire shoot for the next two weeks.

Reno’s shoulders sag.

He knows he’s a good photographer; there’s a reason they’ve hired him to capture the essence of one of the most wanted models in the western world right now. He’s grateful they flew his ass first class from NYC out to LA, that he gets to the after party full of beautiful people of interest — models, celebrities, tech enthusiasts, drug dealers — but he thought he’d be heading home tomorrow.

Now he’s stuck here for what, two weeks? Four? With a guy who stopped mid way to complain about the very mild alpha scent Reno was emitting??

He scrubs himself extra hard at his AirBNB. If he’s less upset, the scent turns more sandalwood than ozone, so he tries to put himself at ease. Reno is very charismatic and popular. He’s good looking and plenty of men enjoy his company. He has to remind himself of that as he draws on a thin line of eyeliner and slides into an attractive suit with a half-open shirt.

No ‘alpha prime’ is going to throw him off his otherwise perfect game.

The afterparty is just as he’d assumed. Beautiful women smelling of candy and pastries sitting by a swimming pool, boisterous groups clinking glasses together with wafts of tobacco and marijuana smoke clouding the patios. The music is thumping but still tropical, and soon Reno is drunk enough to feel mouthy in a large group of fawning omegas.

“Where is the fucker we’re all celebrating, anyway?” His smile stretches out. “Was hoping to get to know him since I’m trapped in LA for a while.”

“Ooh Mr. Reno!” a brunette giggles, tugging on his arm. “You’re staying for more shoots?”

“Nobody can capture the softness in a giant man like I can, sweetheart,” he says smarmily.

“Rude’s a total wet blanket,” another brunette says. “He doesn’t like the attention. Why’s he acting all humble like the whole world doesn’t want his knot?”

Reno barely keeps from spitting out his drink. “Is that so?”

“He never hangs out with us,” the girls pout. “Doesn’t he know how good our pups would look?”

“What about our pups, eh ladies?” Reno teases.

The first brunette bats her eyelashes. “Well, maybe. In four or five years when I’m ready to settle.”

Reno does spit out his drink this time. “Settle!?”

“Don’t be so dramatic. We can’t all be super models,” the second one says, giving him a wink.

Reno chuckles, but the mood is ruined for him. He’s not too drunk to accept such insults from floozies, so he bids them good night and scowls his way to the bar to get another drink.

He has to wonder if Rude is just a mean dick because he has to be around shallow people like that all day. He takes a long swig of his jack & coke and winces as he remembers the comment about a blown fuse.

“All the same,” he utters, and looks for somewhere less crowded.

Inside the house is a living room with lavish couches, all covered by one person or another. He doesn’t want to make small talk with any of these people. He wants to find the darkest, loneliest corner he can and then silently curse his boss for sticking him in this place.

Through four more doors, he finds an inner courtyard with several beach chairs. No lights are on, the music is a bare rumble from across the property. There is only one other soul.

Rude, lounging in a beach chair, earbuds tucked into his ears.

“God dammit,” Reno mutters, and stands at the opposite end of the courtyard trying to light his cigarette with a drink in one hand.

He gets a lung-full of smoke when he hears the rumbling baritone. “Hey.”

Reno flips around to see Rude with one earbud pulled out. No sunglasses, dressed in the kind of luxurious silk kimono divas wear when they need to 'slip into something more comfortable’. His long legs are crossed, muscular and bare, and Reno is embarrassed at the lick of longing that curls in him. Damn models, even make asshole alphas seem appealing.

Reno waves his cigarette in a frantic gesture. “Didn’t mean to disturb,” he says. “Just wanted to get away from all that.”

Rude actually chuckles and pulls out the other earbud. Reno swallows hard. “I thought you would be the type to enjoy such things.”

“I do, for like an hour,” Reno says, wrinkling his nose. “Then they start drinking booze and they start getting real catty.” He takes a swig of his drink. “And truthful.”

“Truth hurts, mm?”

Reno winces. He should just leave. He turns around again and Rude makes a kind of noise, like an apologetic hum, and it makes the hairs stand up on the back of Reno’s neck.

“I didn’t mean anything by that,” Rude says.

Reno still feels stung, and now he’s afraid that ozone scent is going to return. Even so, Rude gestures towards him. “Sit with me.”

Shoulders straightening, Reno reminds himself that he, too, is an alpha. He works out. He has striking cheekbones. All this guy has is notoriety. And beautiful bronze skin.

He throws himself into the chair next to him. “Should have brought a bigger drink.”

“I’ve already had too much,” Rude admits. When Reno looks over, Rude is gazing up through the open courtyard at the sky. There’s too much light pollution for stars, but there’s a few twinkling satellites in an otherwise clear night. The most a city dweller could get while at a fabulously loud party.

“At least now I know why you’re out here instead of schmoozing it up inside,” Reno says, trying to strike up conversation.

“Why do you think I’m quiet on the job?” Rude’s voice is rumbly and it makes Reno’s guts burn in an unfamiliar way. “The less I have to pretend with them, the better life is.”

“You telling me you’re not naturally stoic?” Reno chuckles, finishing off his drink.

“I can be,” Rude admits. “But honestly, it’s the damn suppressants.”

Reno feels lucky that he isn’t actually drinking anymore, because he would have spit it out. “YOU are on suppressants? What the hell for? You’re in charge of every shoot!”

Rude finally looks at him, really gazes at him, and that burning spreads in Reno like a shot of bourbon. “It’s in my contract to stay as … unaffected as possible.”

“What contract?” Reno scoffs. “They couldn’t pay me to take that shit. I gotta be my own man, not some neutered version.”

Rude’s eyebrows lift just a bit. “It’s your contract.”

Reno double takes. “The Shinra Marketing firm made you sign a contract to take suppressants!?” Even if Rude had been less than pleasant to him earlier, the desire to protect his fellow man wrapped around him. “That’s some bullshit. I’m the photographer for however long it takes to finish the rest of these spreads. That’s gonna take like, a month? That ain’t fair to keep an alpha down just to… What, stop aggression?”

The corner of Rude’s mouth tips up. “Something like that.”

“Well, fuck that.” Reno nods resolutely, folding his arms. “We’re gonna be living next door to each other and all that shit. I don’t care if you take the suppressants. Hell, maybe we’ll get along better if you don’t.”

Rude tilts his head enough for Reno to feel studied. It’s not necessarily a good feeling, but at least Rude is paying attention to him. “Did you read the contract?”

Reno scoffs. “No. We got a whole legal team at Shinra to do that shit for me, I just sign on the dotted line, baby.”

There’s a soft hum of acknowledgement. “What if…”

“If taking you off that shit kicks you into rut, we can figure something out. I may not be a local, but I got connections, you know?” Reno’s smile is toothy. “I might not be as famous as you, but I’m very popular.”

“Hmm.” There’s a long moment of quiet, and Reno wonders if he’s offended the model in some way. But then he reaches out with his big hand and offers it in handshake. “Then I don’t want to hear any complaining about me in my natural state.”

“Hey man,” Reno says, clapping his hand into Rude’s for a hearty handshake, “it’s a deal.”

Rude’s hands are soft.

Reno leans back into his seat. “I’m gonna head back to mine. I guess I’ll see you next Monday to begin again?”

“Yes,” Rude says, and Reno swears he can hear a smile in that voice. “See you then.”

Monday afternoon comes, and Rude looks like he did at their last shoot. Sunglasses firmly in place, aloof expression set in stone on his face. He’s all in white today, and Reno has to have a staff member throw feathers into a fan.

It would be funny to see feathers flying all around the uptight man if he didn’t make it look so good. Reno was a skilled photographer, but he had to admit that Rude made it easy for him.

After two hours of direction and camera snaps, it’s hot and Reno craves something icy and boozy. He turns the camera off. “We’re done. I’m wicked craving like a pina colada. Want to get drinks?”

He asks this to Rude directly. Rude doesn’t even look at him, much less take his sunglasses off. “No thanks.”

Reno sighs in disappointment. He thought maybe at the party they had connected in some way, but the guy is still just a…well, rude alpha.

“Suit yourself,” Reno says, and hides how stung he feels quite easily. It’s still early days. His charm is unbeatable. He’ll crack this egg one way or another.

The pina colada is good, but it doesn’t hit the spot. There’s some other craving he can’t figure out, and he’s too ramped up to get day drunk, so he returns to his rooms to edit photos.

Rude and Reno have been set up in separate bungalows, their back doors opening into a shared yard with a pool. It’s private and fully catered by a chef who comes by in the morning, filling their fridges with expensive meals. Reno’s meals are quite good since he has no dietary restrictions. He has no idea what Rude is being forced to eat to keep that lean physique. What is he, 9% body fat? He sees Rude in the mornings go out and swim for an hour every morning before he disappears into his bungalow.

There are a lot of big windowed walls, and Rude opens the curtains. That’s how Reno sees there’s a small gym set up for the model. Because of course there is. What else does he expect a guy like that to do? Eat chicken breast, swim laps, do barbell lifts.

Reno is tempted to ask if he can work out with him, but thinks of the last time he smelled that acrid alpha scent from Rude. If he had stopped taking suppressants, he could only imagine how much worse that scent was in the middle of a heavy workout.

Yet something pulled at him, wanting to hang out.

Their second shoot is indoor and full of green themes. The makeup artist has smeared bright green mica makeup over Rude’s face, balanced with kohl at his eyes. The sunglasses have been changed out for clear glasses, and the outfit is modern and wild. A sharp contrast to the last shoot of white linens and flowers.

“Does anybody smell sunscreen?” Reno asks half way through. No one acknowledges him and he sighs. The studio feels stuffy. The back of his neck is sweating, the back of his hands feel itchy. He doesn’t know why. Some of the closeup shots of Rude are incredible. His honeyed brown eyes pop against the lime green color. Reno is impressed with himself at how good the photos look, but he never feels satisfied. It’s never quite reaching the prompt he’s told to achieve, and so he makes Rude constantly change positions, change expressions, change furniture.

The shoot goes on two hours longer than it needs to and Rude is irritated by the end of it. When Reno announces that they’re done, Rude immediately sticks sunglasses on his face and barely keeps from sprinting out of there.

Reno gets another pina colada.

The tension of not liking one another fills Reno with nervous buzzing. He doesn’t like to swim, but running helps. Every morning he tucks in his earbuds and goes for a three mile run around the property. Usually he catches Rude doing his laps, but this particular morning he is not in the pool.

Reno runs past Rude's bungalow twice before he sees him lifting weights in his personal gym. And while Reno doesn't really like lifting weights, either, maybe he could just use a personal trainer?

Pure bravado possesses him as he strolls up to the bungalow and knocks on the door.

In the distance he hears the weights drop to the floor, and then a long, pained silence. If he thinks Reno is just going to get bored and leave, he is sorely mistaken. Today is not a shoot day. Reno is ready to exhaust himself and perhaps make a peace offering by bonding over something with his client. His… model.

The door cracks open and Reno's nostrils flare at the strong aroma: tropical fruit, spiced, creamy. His mouth waters even though he can't quite place the scent. Then Rude comes into view, just an eye.

"You need a workout buddy?" Reno says, his peace offering big and bland in front of them.

It works, because Rude pulls the door open all the way. Reno doesn't even pretend he's not ogling the sight of finely toned physique. Rude's workout clothes are ridiculous: leggings that are so tight and thin that Reno can see every carved muscle and bulging vein, and a muscle tank with straps so thin and sides so open that Reno would call it a loin cloth for your torso.

"You want to work out with me?" Rude asks, his deep voice shifted in a way that rang prettily in Reno's ears. A fluttering in the tone that Reno can't suss out.

"I mean, shit's been tense. And I assume it's because I haven't made enough of an effort to get to know you. Plus, you're all, au naturale now."

Reno realizes as he says it that he hasn't had one whiff of that acrid alpha scent he remembers from that first shoot. The scent in here is sweet and dreamy, like Rude was hiding an omega floozy from the party in his bungalow.

Except Reno has not seen a single other person go in or come out of this space.

Rude takes a step back and folds his arms. He's defensive, yet Reno can't help but notice that Rude's stance is rather swishy, one hip popped, one ankle crossed over the other.

Wishful thinking might be coloring his view of the world, because this was not the same model they signed. At least, it doesn't feel like he's the same guy. Reno didn't really like that guy.

This one calls to him like he's a sailor on shore leave.

"I was about done. So I guess I can help you with some basics," Rude says, only huffing a little: he's not too upset about this intrusion. Maybe he's even putting on airs about it.

Reno swallows as he follows Rude into the sun room that had become a gym, and here the scent is even stronger. Reno had felt warm when he entered the house, but here in a room amplified by glass, it's like he can smell the hot sand of a beach and seaspray and refreshing fruit in a coconut cup.

Sweat prickles at the back of his neck and heat coils in his loins. "Rude…"

"Have you ever squatted before? Grab the barbell."

His palms grow moist. Is Rude not gonna mention it? His lies? His truth?

"Barbell. Got it," Reno says, forcing his eyes off of the beefcake to the barbell resting on the rack. It's weight is unexpectedly heavy, and he lurches backward. "Whoa."

Rude chuffs out a laugh. "Guess we'll start with just the barbell."

"What is this, 20 pounds? I'm sure I can get weights on here."

"That is a 50 pound bar," Rude says, mouth spreading into a smirk.

Reno wants to press his thumb into Rude's lips. Oh. No, he doesn't. That's ridiculous. "Fine, just the bar," he says, and when Rude laughs, it makes Reno's head spin.

Ohhh shit.

"Spread your legs. Look at yourself in the mirror," Rude points, and here Reno can see how much taller the other man is. "Look at how you're standing now. Remember how bad it looks."

"Hey!"

Rude touches him. Touches his back, straightening his posture. Touches his elbows, softening them. Toes his sneakers against Reno's, kicking them apart a little more. Touches hips, aligning them over his feet.

He's getting hard and Reno has to watch it in the mirror in front of him, the crotch of his shorts expanding even as Rude stands in front of him. Rude leans into his ear. "Better, don't you think?"

Reno stares at himself. Good position. Very obvious erection. His cheeks are painfully red.

"Now bend those knees and lower down," Rude says as he steps away, crossing his hands behind his back.

Reno watches himself do squats, hard and humiliated.

"Put the bar back," Rude instructs.

Reno's on auto pilot now, not sure how he lost control of the situation so fast. He puts the bar back and then stands back where he was. He's sure his nervous energy is amplifying his own scent. He's forced to remember Rude's distaste at the odor on their first shoot. If anybody's going to blow a circuit, it'll be Reno.

"Oh, look," Rude comments. "Your shoe's untied."

Reno blinks, sluggishly looking down at his own foot rather than at the glass. But before he can even kneel, Rude has placed himself at Reno's feet.

Reno gasps despite himself, lips parted as his heart pounds in his chest. "You don't have to," Reno says, furious that he's lost his suave sense of self.

Rude doesn't, simply because his shoe is still tied; instead, Rude gazes up at him as he leans close to Reno's crotch. "You want me, don't you, alpha?"

Reno hisses, so turned on that his knot fills and forces his cock out of the Y in his underwear. His shorts are so tented that it exaggerates the size of his dick. He twitches it in front of Rude's face. "I do, omega," Reno says, and Rude presses his cheek against his hard cock, only protected by the thin material of his loose basketball shorts. (To his credit, he had come over not wanting to make the big bad alpha feel uncomfortable in the booty shorts he'd prefer to work out in, but the image of Rude scenting his erection is enough for him to forgive his fashion faux pas.)

"This is our secret, alpha," Rude says, his lips cupping the head of his cock through the fabric. He kisses it, then sucks on it, and Reno's legs start to shake. "Agreed?"

"Holy shit, agreed," Reno whispers, and pushes his shorts and underwear off of his body. The noise Rude makes as he wraps his lips around bare cock makes Reno worried he's going to cum way too soon. Then his eyes drop past Rude's head. Rude's cock stirs in the obscenely thin material of his pants, but Reno can barely see it.

"Take your shirt off. Let me see your tits," Reno growls.

Rude slides the shirt off with one hand, and Reno isn't even disappointed that he didn't just rip it off. Rude had seemed fit before, but something about him now seems softer. His pectorals are rounder, his abs not a chiseled board but a handsome belly, all covered in hair the color of his beard in a narrow triangle.

Reno stares at him openly, and that alone causes Rude's cock to grow and stiffen. Reno could watch that happen all day, except Rude slides his lips down the shaft like he was born for it, the warmth of his mouth a heaven of his own. "You're so fucking good at that," Reno whispers reverently, and then reaches down to slide his hands over the back of his neck and shoulders. The roles have switched effortlessly. "You love alpha cock, don't you?"

Rude moans and nods as he swallows around him. Reno can see a wet spot of pre-cum has spread in his leggings. He's never been with such a slutty, needy omega, and the fact that it's the hottest, biggest guy he's ever seen is just the fucking cherry on top.

Reno wants to cum in his mouth already, but he knows he's stronger than that. "When's the last time you've been knotted?"

Rude pulls off, and Reno is relieved the question worked. "A while," he says as an answer.

He's about to dive back in, so Reno gasps, "Do you want mine, baby?"

"Do I look like your baby?" Rude says, his voice rumbling. He pushes the leggings down and off of his legs, his tree trunk of a cock jutting out of him with a big ring in the tip.

If he'd been in Rude's mouth, he would have cum in an instant. "Yes," he gasps. "Holy fuck you're hot."

The answer must have surprised him, because the tips of Rude's ears turn red. His scowl melts a bit. "You actually want to…"

"Screw you?"

That gets Rude's expression to lighten up. He's blushing more. That omega scent gets even stronger, and Reno realizes now why he's been drinking so many god damn pina coladas. It's him. It's Rude's fucking omega smell. Jesus, he's been pretending to smell like sour smoke as an alpha when he's this, a trip to an island paradise.

Reno drops to his knees so that they are eye level, making it easier for him to wrap his hand around that huge dick. Reno's cock bobs sharply. The underside of Rude's dick has a ladder of barbell piercings.

Rude has been quiet this entire time, waiting, and Reno gasps out, "I might die if I don't get to screw you, actually."

An affectionate warmth floods Rude's expression and Reno strokes the omega's fat cock with worshipful touches. His nervousness is bleeding out of him as Rude seems more keen on the idea of submitting, and the suave master of sex is coming back online. He leans in until his lips gently graze Rude's.

The bumps of the piercings under his fingers are deeply erotic over the smooth velvet of his cock. "You never answered me, baby," Reno coos, lips moving over Rude's own and his chin as he speaks. "Do you want my knot in your ass?"

Rude doesn't even hesitate. "Yes, alpha," he groans.

Reno looks over his shoulder at the mirror at the sight of them kneeling on the ground. He nudges Rude's knees, forcing him to turn about 45 degrees. When they both turn their heads, they can see the image of themselves.

Reno kisses him and shoves his tongue into Rude's mouth. Rude accepts it, his own big hands moving up to pull on Reno's nipples. Reno works his hands over Rude, smearing precum all over his own fingers before he lets himself lick it. The sweet taste is like candy to him, and Reno licks his fingers clean.

Rude stares at him with what Reno could only describe as desperation.

"On your hands and knees," Reno says, and Rude turns from him in an instant, dropping down to his elbows and presenting his ass.

The sight of his hairy hole, already slippery with omega slick, makes Reno's heart ache with want. This fucking guy had climbed out of his wettest, knottiest dreams.

"You going to watch me put it in, pretty omega?" Reno says as his palms land on the globes of Rude's ass, squeezing. He catches Rude's eyes in the mirror and can't help but stroke his own cock at the sight. Rude's got no sass left in his body, just nods and watches with barely parted lips like he's already been wrecked.

Reno can't hold back any longer, pressing his cock up against his hole without even pressing in a finger. Rude envelops him like it's the perfect fit, except for the thick knot pressed tightly to his rim.

Reno swears as he pulls out and then back in with slow, methodical thrusts. He wants to go faster, but if he does, he's going to nut. Rude gasps below him, but is otherwise quiet. "Rude," he groans. "I'm not going to last."

Rude's voice is a velvet caress. "Give me as much as you can." Reno watches as his hand moves down to wrap around his cock. Reno stares, learning how to expertly handle the thing by Rude's own hand.

The sight is unbearably sexy. Reno lets go of his self control, hands landing tightly on Rude's hips as he fucks him with fast, wet slaps. His balls feel heavy even as his knot tenses and tightens. "I'm going to knot this hole," Reno groans, and that finally gets a whimper out of Rude, whose thighs soften as he drops down to his elbows.

The angle makes it easy for Reno to press his swollen knot into Rude's ass. The pleasure is instant, and Rude cries out as he squeezes down, locking them together. Reno cums, his hips helplessly trembling as each spasm works from his balls through his knot and out the head.

"I'm filling you up," Reno says, hunching over him to kiss at his shoulders. His hands move around Rude's hips and shove his hand away so Reno can stroke his heavy shaft with two hands. "I want to milk your cock, too." Reno moans, biting into the flesh as he strokes. "It's such a beautiful one. Would you fuck me with it?"

Rude cums over his fingers, groaning and trembling as Reno strokes him again and again. There's so much, and Reno's own knot still pulses with the delicious pull of his orgasm. "You like that idea, omega?"

Rude's voice is soft and used. "Yes, alpha."

"Good," Reno says with a little grin, and then relaxes behind him. Their bodies are locked together, Reno still trembling. It's quiet for an uncomfortably long time before Reno clears his throat and adds, "Soo. What do you do for fun?"

Rude chokes in surprise, which turns into quiet, foolish laughter. Rude's head lolls to the side as he looks at the mirror, and Reno meets his gaze. "I like martial arts," he says dreamily. "I used to cook, but now I have a chef make my bland ass diet during bikini season."

"I would never put you in a bikini," Reno admonishes. "Gorgeous tiddies or otherwise."

"It's an expression," Rude says with a sigh. "You talk a lot."

That catches Reno off guard, and despite his embarrassment, it makes him laugh. "Yeah. That's core Reno. That ain't gonna change. But I'm real good at it. You liked the shit I said earlier, didn't you, Rudy?"

He huffs out a sigh. "I did."

"Pratice makes perfect," Reno says, and then feels his knot deflate enough to pull back and out. His cock remains hard, so he thrusts in and out a few times, his cum spilling out with obscenely wet noises.

"Reno…?"

"I want to cum again," Reno moans, though he pulls out all the way. "I want you on your back."

"Can we at least go to my bed?"

Reno's knees thank him on the way to the bedroom.

This time, with Rude on his back, Reno crawls on top of him and kisses him sweetly while he works his cock back inside. His knot has reemerged, and this time Reno fucks him with an intimate closeness. Rude's beautifully pierced dick rubs between their bellies, the foreskin shifting back and forth to add to the sensations. Rude moans so sweetly that Reno wants to bite into his neck and never let go.

He knots him again and they jerk off Rude's cock together through messy kisses and the scent of it makes Reno ravenous. He breaks the kiss to moan through his second knotting orgasm. "I want to suck you so bad," Reno says. "You taste so fucking good, Rude."

Rude groans, writhing, but unable to formulate words.

After, when Reno's knot really goes down and he actually softens, Rude clears his throat delicately. "You can go now," he says, and Reno struggles to keep his shock in check.

He's never had an omega treat him like… Embarrassment floods Reno's cheeks. Like how he's treated omegas.

"Yeah! Sorry. Going," Reno says, sliding off the bed. "My clothes are…"

Rude points. "In the gym."

"In the gym!" Reno says, and dashes out of the bedroom in nothing but his socks.

He yanks on his pants and makes his escape to the neighboring bungalow. He craves a shower and self reflection.

On their next photoshoot, Rude has not dehydrated himself to showcase his fine musculature. Instead he looks soft, like a man who enjoys his beer and red meat. Of course, the second he flexes his arms, the fine landscape of muscle was made clear.

Reno asks the wardrobe department from Shinra's marketing agency to provide something for a fall themed shoot. With Rude in a black turtle neck, they crank the AC in the studio so that the air is clear and circulated.

The scent of him is driving Reno to madness with how bad he wants to bury his nose in dark, wet places. But he perseveres, focusing on his craft as he snaps more photos of Rude's gorgeous face, lit to a golden glow in front of a green screen. Reno envisions the yellow and orange forest they will put behind him. He pictures the ideal of Rude in an east coast forest. Maybe Reno could take him apple picking for the first time. They could share a hot cider together—

"Boss," the light engineer says behind Reno. "You're getting worked up."

Reno's embarrassment spikes, souring the scent. Rude's nose scrunches almost imperceptibly. But Reno notices, enough to raise his camera. "You're right. I think we're done for the day," Reno announces.

Reno expects his model to storm out again like he had before, but this time he sticks around as wardrobe strips him of all his designer pieces until he stands there in white briefs.

Reno salivates and tries to look anywhere else, but suddenly it's clear that everyone was very interested in cleaning up and leaving for the day. He even watches his head of wardrobe slam the door behind them, leaving his model standing in front of a green screen with his arms folded.

"Something wrong today, Reno?" Rude asks, his voice smooth as butter.

"Opposite of that," Reno says, not going to let this lucky-ass omega get the upper hand on him. "It's a good day when we finish early! With exactly what we needed."

"Hm," Rude says, as if he's agreeing. "So you are still pleased with my work?"

Reno pauses, tilting his head. Did Rude arrange for everyone to get the hell out? He's getting riled up again, only this time Rude's nostrils flare. He's into it. Whatever it is that he's smelling. Reno has had omegas tell him he smells like an electrical socket with a fork in it. One time another alpha said he smelled like burnt hair. That one was rough.

"I am," Reno says, watching the model with sharp eyes. "You did a good job." The words are positive and simple, but saying them causes Rude's shoulders to open and relax. Reno can't help it as his lips slide into a smirk, adding, "You're a good boy."

This time it's impossible to not notice Rude's cock swell in those briefs. He doesn't say anything, but his cheeks have a pink tint and he smells as sweet as candy (and sex). "You want a reward for your good work, don't you?" Reno glances around to make sure there are no stragglers as he whispers out the final: "Don't you, Omega?"

The underwear is a joke. He's sticking out like a flag pole. Reno salivates, stepping in close before he drops to his knees. Rude's breath catches in aroused anticipation. "I'll give you something good," Reno purrs, fingers catching in the waistband of the underwear before pulling them down his legs. Rude's cock bounces up in the air, and Reno swallows down on the longing he has to ride that thing.

Instead, Reno opens his mouth and slides the head of the model's sweet, fat cock inside. He suckles, and can't help but moan as it fills out the space inside, pushing into his throat. The barbells drag over his tongue. His eyes roll up to see Rude staring down at him with a heaviness he feels in his balls.

Reno swallows, gagging himself. The noise and the action are enough for a moan to rumble out of Rude, and Reno's dick is so hard. He pulls off with a wet gasp. Rude's hands, somehow so much bigger than Reno's, find their way to either side of his head. His fingers gently card through his hair and then tighten. Reno's mouth opens even wider by instinct, expecting it as Rude presses his cock back into his mouth.

He drops his hand to open his pants, but Rude's bare foot taps him on his inner thigh. "No touching yourself," he says. "Isn't this a reward for me, alpha?"

The worst part is how much hornier that makes Reno. The very idea of an omega bossing him around has his knot pressing uncomfortably against his fly. He moans in affirmation, his hands moving to hold onto Rude's thighs. From there, Reno feels himself being used. Rude holds onto his head as he thrusts his huge cock slowly in and out. Reno isn't gagging anymore, though the sounds are wet and vulgar whenever Rude presses into his throat.

"You're so good at sucking cock, alpha," Rude groans. There's a mean tint to his words that makes Reno's face feel hot with shame. "You let all the other alphas fuck you, don't you?"

Reno tries to move his head, to help suck, but Rude's grip on him is total. He nods up at him, lips stretched, chin pressed into those heavy balls.

"Makes sense. Since you smell like such a pretty boy."

Wires get crossed in Reno's head, and he must look confused because Rude has to stifle a laugh before he pulls that long dick out of his throat.

Reno tries to not gasp for air this time (and fails). "I thought I stank."

Rude presses his thumb over Reno's lips, smearing saliva and pre-cum. "No, alpha," Rude says with a little grin. "Now make me cum."

Reno's hands immediately move to Rude's cock, moaning as he gets his fingers on it again. His tongue circles the head and then sucks. Now that he's able to move, he can get into his usual rhythm, diving down on the length of him while one hand works over the rest, his hips thrusting of their own accord, offering himself no relief.

But as that sweet flavor of pre-cum spreads on his tongue, he isn't even thinking about his own pleasure. He's so excited about the act that his entire focus moves into sucking and stroking Rude's thick cock, listening to him moan and shift his weight.

Reno wants it so bad that he's whimpering as he sucks, his hips giving desperate, futile twitches. Rude's groaning grows in volume and then tempo, and just as he sounds like he is going to explode, his hand overtakes Reno's and pulls out of his mouth.

Reno can't look away from the head of it as Rude finishes in front of him, splatters of cum streaming over Reno's face, dripping down his neck, and onto his shirt. The sight of Rude's fingers tightly gripping it and stroking it as he continues to cum is going to be burned into Reno's brain forever. His mouth opens and Rude finally lets the last couple shots go into Reno's mouth so he can taste it, savor it, swallow it.

"So good," Rude murmurs with a little smile.

"Please," Reno murmurs. "Please can I cum?"

"Mm, maybe not today," Rude says, and Reno's eyes widen. "When I come to visit you at your bungalow, then you can." He smiles, pressing his thumb past Reno's open lips. "Your knot popped, didn't it?"

"Yeah," Reno moans around his thumb.

"Mm, that's going to take a while to go down," Rude says with that mean tinge again, only this time he's pretending to be sad. "I'm sure I'll feel like visiting you one of these days."

Reno's heart is pounding in his chest. This omega can't just. He can't. "What makes you think…"

"You'll do it for me," Rude says simply. He removes his hand and steps away, moving straight to wardrobe.

Reno's cock twitches painfully.

Maybe he'll try a cold plunge.

Every day there's a new photo shoot, and every day Rude manages some way to get his fingers in Reno's mouth. Reno swears he can taste the perfumed slick. It's driving him nuts. But he doesn't want to alert the general staff during working hours, and Rude is very stealthy.

Reno tries hard not to act desperate, but Rude also hasn't come to visit him. Just overwhelming physical flirtation accompanied by a lingering gaze at Reno's crotch and then — nothing. And the worst part is, Reno is doing what he was told. Okay, he's touched himself a little in an attempt to ease the spontaneous boners, but he's never let himself get close enough to orgasm for it to be a worry. He's trying to make them go down.

But this latest time was swimwear, and the scent of chlorine and sunblock and Rude has him feverish with want.

"Boss," the lighting guy says. "You look and smell like shit."

"I think I need to lay down," Reno says, before his knee gives out. His vision goes blurry, and Rude's scent eases him from consciousness.

"I have never seen an alpha faint before," Rude says, his voice tinged with concern. It might even sound genuine.

Reno sluggishly blinks his eyes open. He's at home in his bed, stripped naked and laying on the covers.

"What happened?" he croaks, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Rude stands there in his bedroom, naked. The scent of him is unbearable, Reno wants him so badly. Reno's face grows hot as his dick rapidly fills, twitching to life at the sight of Rude's body.

"Something must have triggered your rut," Rude explains. He pads over to the bed, sitting on the edge and avoiding Reno's personal space. "The blood must have rushed so far from your head it knocked you out for a bit." Rude turns then so Reno can finally see his face. His expression is gentle. Fond, even. "Quite a compliment."

"You're the one stimulating me every fucking day," Reno says, his words trembling as his body shakes. Even if he's annoyed, Rude is so beautiful, so delicious, he's willing to forgive him if Reno can just get this knot out—

"I know. That was cruel," Rude admits, and then turns, rolling until he can press Reno back into the bed. Reno gasps, staring up at the model with wide eyes. "But there's something trustworthy about you." Rude's hips roll forward and Reno keens at the feel of his own taut cock pressing against Rude's heavy, soft one. He doesn't stay soft for long, especially because Reno can't stop humping his hips up, desperate for touch.

"You came over," Reno whispers. "I can cum now."

"That's right, alpha," Rude coos, and Reno moans again. "In fact, you'll have to. Quite a bit. We need to bring that fever down." Reno can feel Rude's hands move all over his body, over his arms and chest and sides, his hips, legs, the backs of his thighs. Reno gasps, legs spreading of their own volition as Rude's fingers slip behind Reno's balls.

"H-hey, time and place," Reno gasps. He'll take a fucking, but right now—

"Oh, this is the place, alpha," Rude moans, reaching for the heads of their cocks to smear his fingers with slick before moving back between Reno's ass cheeks.

Reno wants to object, except Rude's finger feels incredible, thick and cool to the touch, and Reno has been so overheated the past few days, and…

"You take it so easy," Rude gasps, like he's surprised, and then there's two fingers in him, thrusting in and out, and Reno's toes curl and spread.

"Please."

"Soon, alpha," Rude hushes. "I have things for you. But you have to take my cock, first. You've never been fucked during a rut, have you?"

Reno stares at him. His mind is short circuiting. What does he mean, been fucked during a rut. That's not—why would—

His cock aches. "I want to cum," Reno says in a pitiable whine.

"You will. It will feel so good on my cock," Rude says, as though explaining it will make the pain of Reno's throbbing knot go away instead of making it a hundred times worse. Thankfully Rude works fast, pushing himself up to his knees as he spreads Reno open. Reno stares up at him, unable to take his gaze off of Rude's hand wrapped around his penis: the biggest Reno's ever seen, and he's taken his share of alpha.

So when Rude presses the tip of his cock against Reno's hole, Reno moans like he would for an alpha, and his omega growls as all of that rod is tightly sheathed inside.

"Fuck," Rude groans, and Reno tries to touch himself, but cries out. His cock is swollen and hot, it hurts too much to touch. Tears well up in his eyes and he squeezes them shut. He doesn't even feel embarrassment, too far gone with his hole stretched wide to feel anything but desperation.

Reno whines as the cock inside starts moving, pulling out and then pressing mercilessly forward. His lips part, struggling to catch his breath. When he opens his eyes his vision is blurry until he blinks tears away to see Rude above him, moist with sweat and haloed by the ceiling light.

It's Reno's first religious experience.

"Please," he gasps. "It hurts."

Rude's pretty mouth tips down. "Your hole?"

"My dick," Reno snaps, and then throws an arm over his face. "Hurry up, God!"

Rude doesn't have to know that he'd meant to say 'omega'. He's smug enough, holding Reno open by his grasp on his knees. Though he finally puts one down to reach nearby on the bed to find a clear cocksleeve. Reno's pupils dilate, his focus entirely on the toy as his eyes trace every visible ridge and nub. His cock spits precum in premediated desire. Rude is still fucking him, and as he moves the toy closer Reno starts gasping for air.

"It should have warmed up a bit," Rude says cryptically before pressing the hole down over Reno's cock.

The wet sucking warmth is cold. The relief is so fast and sharp that it hurts. Reno screams, hands shooting out to grab Rude's arms, and then he cums, streams of pent up cum filling the cooling sleeve.

"God damn. The state of you," Rude whispers, his hips moving in time with his hand. Reno's voice crackles into a whimpering moan, shakes overtaking his body as Rude continues to milk his quivering cock — but not his knot.

"Please," Reno repeats. As his orgasm wanes, his cock remains hard, balls heavy and full, knot practically quivering. The cooling effect of the toy is working wonders for the pain, but that only makes the arousal hit harder. Clarity fills him as he looks up at Rude, who is doing his damndest to give Reno the best dicking of his life. "Let me knot it. While I ride you."

Rude's thrusts grow fast and hard at the words, and Reno throws his head back in a delirious laugh at the immense pleasure crashing into him. "Ru-uude!"

"I knew there was something special about you," Rude murmurs in his ear. Goosebumps fly up along Reno's neck and ear, writhing beneath him. Then Rude shifts, his hands moving until they're pressed together in a long hug, the sleeve trapped between their bodies. Rude holds him tightly and rolls until the big omega is on his back, releasing the hold mainly so he can grip the toy.

Reno pushes himself up to his knees, hole still stuffed. It takes him a moment to gather his balance, but this is a position he's learned to master. He slowly rises and then falls, his own hands coming to his chest to touch himself there. His nipples always ache during his rut, and as he pinches them it makes his own hips move faster.

"What's special about me?" Reno asks, now that he's upright, practically in power of the situation again. That's how he prefers it, he tells himself. At least with an omega.

Rude groans, one hand coming to open the back end of the cock sleeve that would keep it full of tight pressure. Excitement doubles in Reno, and Rude's handjob with the toy increases in intensity until his knot is close to slipping inside.

"The scent of you," Rude says. "Something hot and staticky and dangerous, until that night of the party." Reno rides him faster. "Alone, relaxed, you were like a rainstorm in a desert. Warm raindrops on sizzling hot rocks. Ozone and dark clouds and grit. You've made me so… thirsty."

Rude presses down until Reno's knot squeezes into the toy. Reno whines, thrusting his hips forward and reaching down to grab the toy from Rude's hands to move it just so, teasing his swollen knot in the cooled heat, already slippery from his cum, and it's easy to let go.

His knot spasms and he cums, and cums, so much of it that it shoots out the other end of the toy and splatters all over Rude's chest and neck. The sight of it only turns him on more as he milks his knot, hovering over Rude's cock with half of it inside.

Cum finally stops splattering out of the toy and he slumps forward. "Jesus, man."

"Get on your hands and knees, alpha," Rude says, his voice low and musical and still so sexy. Reno gets up and off, finally letting Rude slip free of his ass, though he knows it's not for long.

He ends up on his hands and knees, not even needing to hold the toy anymore as his knot has kept it in place. It dangles, the weight of it an added sensory delight, and Reno actually giggles when Rude kneels behind him and wiggles his huge cock up against the cock sleeve.

"You deserve a knot," Rude says, almost sadly. "Cum will have to do."

As Rude shoves his cock back in, Reno gasps, "You smell like a tropical vacation!"

He must approve, as the thrusts start out fast and hard. It's all Reno wants. And as his prostate gets slammed over and over, his knot throbs and pulses. Rude's cock is so hard, so big, filling every space and rubbing every perfect spot that he's already close again.

"Reno," Rude gasps as he cums.

He's not sure if it's his name instead of alpha or the flood of pheromones from his hole being loaded with cum, but it's an instantaneous orgasm for Reno. The toy twitches and jerks from the power of his own knot, cum shooting out the end of it as it milks him.

And when Rude is finished, goes soft and slips out, it's easy. No one is stuck. Reno doesn't feel an uncomfortable pressure, only the ache of being full that slowly saps away as it trickles out of him.

Reno rolls off the bed entirely. He's soaked the damn thing with how much he's splattered everywhere.

"I prepped your bed, there's heat sheets under this," Rude murmurs. "Though I don't know if you're done."

Reno stares down at the cock sleeve still enveloping his hard dick and knot jutting straight out from his body and sighs. "My curse."

Rude lifts an eyebrow at him. "I think I can help."

When Reno is finally able to put his rut swollen cock and knot all the way into Rude's ass, he cries a little from relief, and Rude holds him, soothes him. Reno discovers that playing with Rude's big soft cock is extremely therapeutic, and kissing him soothes his fried nerves.

"Still don't know why you picked me," Reno sighs dreamily, thumb sliding over one side of the line of barbells on Rude's penis.

"It is odd, I could have whoever I wanted," Rude agrees. "But I wanted you."

"When the shoot is over, do you have anything else lined up?" Reno asks tentatively.

Rude's eyes meet his. "Why does it sound like you want to ask me on a date?"

"Yeah. To upstate NY. Or Mass. I'll take you apple picking," Reno blurts out.

Rude blinks honeyed eyes, as though he didn't expect the words coming out of his mouth. "I don't know…"

"Or just NYC. We'll find your new favorite restaurant. Or we can find the most annoying coffee shop in Brooklyn. I could make you drive through Chinatown at rush hour. You ever seen a traffic cop standing in the middle of the busiest intersection of your life?"

"Reno," Rude says gently. "Why?"

Reno leans down, pressing his lips against Rude's neck, feeling the pulse, tasting the scent gland. "I don't want to go home without you," he whispers.

Rude says, "Oh," and nothing else. Disappointment tips into Reno as he takes the silence for rejection, but then Rude's arms move around him and squeeze him tightly in a hug. Rude's voice is quiet and gravely when he says, "Maybe I've earned a vacation."

"Oh, Rude," Reno says, his own tone aching with sweetness. "My knot is never gonna go down."

Rude groans in annoyance, but doesn't ease up on the hug, and Reno can't stop the shit eating grin from spreading out on his face.

"You picked me cause you liiiike me," Reno teases.

"I'll be expecting cider donuts after apple picking," Rude clarifies. "And I want to try fresh hot apple cider."

His knot twitches. "I think we're going to get along perfect, partner," Reno says, and Rude's answering smile fills Reno with pure relief.