The old alpha smirked, lips twisting into a cruel sneer. Finally, it was done. After Soichiro Yagami had caused his empire to crumble before his eyes, had lead to the death of his bond mate, he had finally caught something worthwhile. With Yagami's precious son, he would bring the chief to his knees.
The alpha could already feel himself hardening at the thought of what he'd do to the boy. The only question in his mind was in how many orifices would he fuck the boy with his gun before he dismembered him and sent him back to his father in a body bag. One thing he knew for sure; he would have to film everything and send it to Yagami.
His smirk only deepened at the thought of the look in Soichiro's eyes when he would see what happened to his son. Chuckling once, harsh, and hacking, Yamiguchi strode forward. All he needed now was to actually meet the son.
The hallway of his hideout was decidedly chilly and damp, the sluggish air churning through only making him growl louder. If it hadn't been for that damn Yagami he would have been lounging in the upper districts of the Kanto. But now... all he had was a dilapidated base in the middle of nowhere, a private plane, and a small cottage in Italy, with his bank account dangerously close to emptiness. All he lived for now was the satisfaction of destroying Yagami utterly and completely.
He stopped in front of the door to the main chamber. For a moment, on the edge of revenge, of fulfillment, he envisioned just how it would feel. Yagami's son had been described as a rather striking young beta. Soft, too; the kind of kid that got a job in the police force due to nepotism and nepotism only. It would certainly be an added pleasure to break him.
He could see it now; he'd walk in slowly, imposingly, make his presence known over the quivering form of the boy. Then, Yamiguchi would wait. Wait until the boy was practically shivering with fear, like a mouse under the cruel claws of a housecat. His gun, always kept securely to his side, would come out next. Perhaps, if he was still feeling playful, he'd drag the the barrel across the boy's cheek, rub it into the boy's face and watch his eyes water in fear. Maybe even stick the gun in his mouth, make the boy tongue the chamber like the little whore he must be (a soft, pretty boy like that must have had something going for him besides his father). If he felt particularly merciful, he could end it there. But… he really wasn't. Yamiguchi smirked, licking his lips. If the boy had sucked the gun properly, he'd be able to shove it up his ass. He wasn't sure if he'd give it a few good thrusts or if he'd make the little slut ride it out. Both were good, in their own way, and both did provide a delicious mental image that Yamiguchi couldn't wait for Soichiro to watch. Something told him the old bastard wouldn't see him cutting short his son's torment as any better. But that was enough stalling, he thought as he stood before the door to where the Yagami boy was waiting. He was so close to finally getting his revenge.
Slamming open the door, he stalked into the room. In the middle stood two gaurds, with a small lump trembling between them. As he drew closer, he realized the lump was a person, impossibly pressed in on themselves and shaking harshly. This would almost be too easy.
Only a few steps away now, he could make out a mop of tawny hair, and two pale golden arms clutched around slim legs. The thought of crushing those fragile limbs, so, so delicate, sent shivers down his spine.
A desire struck him, errant yet overpowering, to see the boy's face. He could already smell his fear, a vivid tang and sharp as acid, strangely musky, too, yet somehow dulled, but now, something pulsed in himself at the thought of seeing the eyes to match the scent. Would they be black, like his father's? Or perhaps dark brown, but with pupils too dilated to tell the difference...
He leaned down, the gaurd's eyes questioning yet insignificant in that moment. Something, like a winding string, pulled him onward. His hand, already cupped in anticipation, reached forwards, settling on the boy's neck and slowly lifting up his head. The boy's pulse felt like the softest brush of feathered wings, timid yet graceful even as it fluttered. Their eyes met.
Yamiguchi realized three things in that moment. One, the boy was an Omega. Two, he was his bond mate. And three, he had the most stunning amber eyes he had ever seen.
It had to be impossible. Sure, when an Alpha lost their bond mate they're subs