A/N: I've had this idea brewing for quite a long time. For now this is a oneshot, but I want to add a second chapter from Makoto's POV. I'm a newbie to omegaverse but I wanted to play with the idea of "stress-relief" Betas. Heed the warnings, please.
Title taken from the song "Come Undone" by Greg Laswell
*Originally posted on my Ao3 and tumblr: inkydots (both links on my Profile)
Pairing: SouMako
Rating: M
Words: 915
Warnings: A/B/O (Omegaverse) dynamics, Alpha!Sousuke/Beta!Makoto, Dub-con, Prostitution, AU, not explicitly stated Drugged!Makoto, NOT A Fluffy Fic.
The sultry hum of the music blurred with the hushed, excited, whispers of the people around smokey air was laced with anticipation. Sousuke could smell the arousal rolling off of them. He could see them licking their lips and sharpening their claws.
His lips twisted into a grimace as he spun the drink in his hand. He didn't want to be here. He detested this place, theclients it attracted, and the disgusting displays it produced in order to rile up the enraptured crowd. He hated all of it, but... he had no other choice. He needed his sanity.
Once a month he needed this wretched place.
The murmuring grew louder, Sousuke finally tore his eyes away from the bar and turned toward the center of the room. A small round stage emerged from an opening on the floor; a pedestal, Sousuke reminded himself. It was surrounded by glass. The voices rose, his stomach plummeted.
Inside the glass cage was a man. He was completely naked, except for the blindfold over his eyes and the chains around his wrists. His body writhed on the floor of the cage, his back arching and his legs spreading in an obscene way.
The smell of arousal spiked, the air became tense as the instinct to Claim grew.
Sousuke couldn't rip his eyes away from the man. He was bigger than the usual merchandise they showcased. With the man on the floor, he couldn't tell how tall he was, but Sousuke was sure their heights were similar. The man was also well-defined, his muscles rippling under his skin with each twist and grind he gave. He was so unlike the others, and that was what made him so appetizing. If he put up a fight, the pleasure of forcing him to submit would only be greater. A little challenge was always fun.
Sousuke looked away, horrified by his own thoughts. Nausea mingled with the wave of lust that washed over his stomach.
"I bet he's a loud one." A gruff voice said from his left, the man's thumb clicking on the red button of a small black control in his hand.
"Nice, sturdy body. He can take it." Another man leered, thumb clicking away.
Sousuke could feel his own control burning a hole in his pocket. He usually waited until the very end to make a purchase, once a few drinks had swayed his morals and his need for release was overflowing. He wouldn't do that today.
Downing the rest of his drink, Sousuke retrieved the black remote control from his pocket and didn't hesitate to press the button.
Once... Twice...
He had enough money.
Again, and again.
His heart hammered against his chest.
The man turned to his side, unknowingly bearing his supple neck.
Sousuke jerked from his seat when the remote control vibrated in his hand. He watched with wide eyes as the stage sunk back into the floor, taking with it the delectable sight of the man thrusting into the air.
"Right this way, please." A woman's voice reached his ears. He'd missed her coming to his side from behind the bar. She offered him a smile before guiding him through the familiar path toward the Club's office. He followed quietly after her, ignoring the irate looks thrown at his back.
It took him under 5 minutes to sign the necessary forms and make his payment. The smiling woman led him to his purchase, locked away behind a dark, numbered door.
"As always, you are allowed to remove him from the building so long as the time does not exceed three days. I'm sure by now, you are familiar with our policy on permanent damage to the merchandise and the manner in which we deal with those who break our rules," The woman's smile sharpened eerily, "We hope you enjoy yourself, Yamazaki-san." She inclined her head before turning on her heel and disappearing from his sight, the clicking of her heels the only sound besides his harsh breathing.
His hand lingered on the doorknob for a moment. It was too late for regret to seep into his bones, it was too late to turn back. He knew that, but this one didn't feel like the others. He'd never lost his composure so early in the night, not even when he had been younger, inexperienced with the Urges.
Clenching his teeth in frustration, Sousuke wrenched the door open and stepped inside. He nearly staggered when the potent smell of arousal hits his nose. Soft, airy moans drift from the bed. His eyes immediately glued themselves to the bare body of the man on the bed. He's on his back, his sweaty chest heaving and lips spread.
Sousuke moves in closer, hands twitching in anticipation. He runs his fingers through the man's light-brown hair, barely suppressing the groan of pleasure when the man arches into the touch, a gasp leaving his lips.
His control is slipping.
With a little more force than he intended, Sousuke rips away the blindfold from the man's eyes. Glazed, unfocused, green eyes meet his. The man's lips twitch as he tries to form words, but nothing coherent comes out.
He is breathtakingly beautiful, is Sousuke's last thought before he lets his instinct take over.
Grasping a handful of soft brown hair, Sousuke tilts the man's head back just enough to press his lips against the exposed neck.
The sharp intake of breath is all he needs in order to bare his teeth.
