This fic uses ABO Grammar, meaning all pronouns dedicated to Alphas will be capitalized such as "Him", "His', and "Himself" even if they're in the middle of a sentence. Likewise, all pronouns dedicated to omegas will be lower-cased, such as "you're", "his", and "you" even if they're in the beginning of a sentence.

"Alpha...Alpha! Please, Alpha!"

There was nothing quite like releasing the stress of a long work day inside the hole of a tight omega. That was the main perk—or rather, the only perk—to having an omega as His assistant. Being the walking breeding grounds they were, it was only natural for an omega assistant to always be ready to bend over and spread their hole for their Alpha's cock, whether it be with their face against the floor or, in this case, on all fours on Lotor's desk while His massive cock pumped itself in and out of that tight omega cunt.

Lotor reached around to grab a fistful of those brown locks on his omega assistant—Lance. The pretty thing was spread out on His desk like he was modeling, legs spread far apart with his back arched and stomach pushing outwards, as if desperate to become bigger.

"Breed me...breed me Alpha...Alpha please…!" The omega's whines filled throughout the office room quite nicely. Naturally, being the omega he was, he didn't whine about having his hair pulled; he whined about needing Lotor's babies.

"you must be even dumber than I thought, omega." Lotor scoffed with a cocky grin, reaching a hand around his torso to rub that stomach that was begging for pups. Begging for His pups. "you are just a lowly omega assistant, remember? Why would I allow you of all omegas to bear My pups? you think you're worthy of carrying My lineage?"

The omega's dumb requests ended there; of course he wasn't worthy of carrying Lotor's seed.

"you exist only to serve Me during working hours, understood? you're nothing more than My omega assistant, you open your hole when needed, you suck me off when needed, you please your Alpha boss's cock and body in all the ways an omega is made to; but you never get My children. you're a slutty omega who signed up for this job to let Me fuck the stress of work out of My system and into you, not to make Me waste My seed impregnating a worthless bitch like you."

The omega moaned in response to His berating, and His tongue swiped across His lips at how His words had the slutty thing rolling its hips back.

"That's right, isn't it? you're just a slutty omega that exists to serve?"

"...yes…"

"Good. Then keep serving Me and take My cock up your slutty fuck hole."

"Yes, Alpha!"

"Excuse me, Sir? Did you hear what I said?"

Lotor brought His gaze down from where it'd drifted in imagination back to the two people who stood before Him; one was an employee whom He barely remembered the name of, and the other was…

"Of course I heard you. So, this is the new omega assistant of Mine who'll be starting today."

The boy stepped forward, nameplate showing off the name 'Lance'. It was just a small step forward that he took, but still, his entire body bounced with the step, his eyes sparkled with ignorant innocence, and his naively bright smile showed no signs of his dirtier intentions.

"Hello! It's nice to meet you! I'm Lance; I'll be your new assistant starting from this day onwards. I hope we can work together to continue building this company up. I promise not to let you down, sir!"

Lotor nodded curtly. His dress pants were already beginning to tent with His large erection just from looking at the boy. he practically sparkled with unsullied innocence; was there any chance at all he was a virgin? Lotor would find out soon enough as He flicked His tongue out across His lips.

"I look forward to...working...with you."

The omega's face only lit up more at that, and the innocence behind it nearly had Lotor groaning. He had only accepted having an omega work as His assistant in the first place because He found it amusing that an omega would sign up for a role like this...but then again, the concept was rather intriguing. Using omega assistants not as working assistants, since omegas couldn't work, but as stress relief assistants...if the company's numbers ended up spiking from this experiment of His, He could end up redefining what assistance in the workplace looked like. He would be even more of a legend than He already was. And if it didn't work, then, well...at least He'd gain some entertainment from using this omega. Office sex was quite appealing, after all.

His other employee bowed His head before walking out, leaving just Lotor and the omega. The air seemed to instantly grow ten times heavier.

His new omega stood obediently with his arms tucked behind his back, waiting for an order.

Good omega.

He stood and made His way around the desk. "Well, now that we are alone, why don't I take you for a test ride?" He barely noticed that the omega was backing away from Him, forcing Him to chase until they were up against the wall.

Lotor grinned. "So is this what you like?" He grabbed ahold of Lance's chin, only for the stubborn omega to turn his head to the side. The small display of brattiness had Lotor's insides stirring with a reawakened heat that He hadn't felt in years.

"What a naughty omega you are...still, I must give credit where credit is due. you may just be an omega, but you managed to get yourself in a position to receive the cock of a high status Alpha such as Myself; that on its own is commendable. Not many omega could find their way to such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Allow Me to give you the reward you seek…"

"I'm sorry, but could you please move, sir? I have errands to attend to."

Lotor was stunned for a moment simply due to the...authority...in the omega's voice. He'd never heard such a tone of voice from an omega before.

"I see you're much better at this game than I had thought. I suppose I underestimated your initial innocence. We'll see how bratty you're willing to be once I'm through with you, though." He lifted the omega's chin with a finger and leaned in to capture his lips, only for the omega to turn his head to the side once more.

"Sir...I said I have no interest nor do I have the time for such unorthodox tasks."

Lotor rubbed His thumb over his cheek more, only for irritation to prick at His brain when Lance stared Him back in the eyes, blue irises dull with apathy.

The omega wasn't playing hard to get—he was straight up refusing Lotor's advances.

"Tell me," His voice bordered on a growl, eyes dilating as that innocently dirty view of Lance quickly turned into one of distaste. "Why would an omega apply to work for the Galra, a pharmaceutical company made up primarily of Alphas, if not to please them?"

"There are plenty of reasons to join such a successful business, sir. For me, I hope to learn as much as I can during my time here to make the world a better place. Please excuse me." he ducked beneath Lotor's arms and made for the door. "I've already read over your normal schedule; I'll have your morning coffee at your desk in five minutes, sir."

Lotor barely heard a word that escaped that loathsome mouth; they were words unfit for an omega. A part of Him told Him to drag the bitch back into His office, to teach him his lesson, while another part of Him was shocked and seething at the events that had just occurred.

That omega had joined the Galra company, Lotor's company, as nothing more than a stepping stone...as if an omega could achieve anything in the business life. It would have made Him laugh if the taste in His mouth didn't have Him spitting into His trash can instead.

He didn't even need to ask why the omega was pursuing this route in the first place; there was only one answer, and it was the worst answer of all.

His omega assistant believed in the absurd idealism of 'omega independence'—a craze that had been popping up in the younger generations with the idea that 'even omegas should have independence'. The idea that 'omegas were as equal as Alphas'. Again, the thought would be laughable if it didn't make Lotor sick to the stomach. Fuck, just thinking about such an independent omega made Him sick to the stomach.

he was one of them. One of those 'modern' omegas.

Several stacks of paper were arranged neatly on Lotor's deks as the omega reached for another pile, twisting a pen around in his fingers as if he was a sophisticated member of society. It was disgraceful behavior for an omega, not to mention distracting.

"Hold your pen still."

Lance perked up and quickly held his pen to himself before continuing his proofreading of the newest piles of papers. Lotor couldn't help but sneak a glance.

The omega was annoyingly clever. He'd figured the education on his resume had just been one of the omega's lies to get Lotor's dick, but that clearly wasn't the case as those blue eyes of his traveled across his paper. It was disgraceful. An insult to omega everywhere, and an insult to Lotor to have to lay eyes on such an educated omega. Alongside the constant refusal towards Lotor's advances, it just made Him wish to fire him on the spot...however, despite all that, he did occasionally portray tendencies that were so omega.

Diligence was an omega trait; an omega had to work diligently and obediently to please an Alpha, and all this omega did was work diligently and obediently. The stacks of paper that had accumulated on Lotor's desk within just the last few hours was a testament to that. It certainly wasn't traditional omega work, but it was traditional omega behavior.

Lotor couldn't help but grin at that. He would relish in any and all omega mannerisms portrayed by this omega; seeing him immediately stop his pencil twirling was just another one to add to the list. Perhaps He would allow the day to play out, see if this omega lost this little game of trying to pretend he could be an individual.

He was considering giving the omega more orders to follow simply so He could watch the omega's obedience when a phone call interrupted Him, prompting a low growl to escape Him. It was from Sendak's branch of the company, though, so He couldn't ignore it.

"Hello? What did you need?" He leaned the phone into His shoulder, eyes dropping back to His laptop so He could get through the email He was typing while talking to Sendak on the other line. The man had reports of people supposedly reaching out to Sendak when they had meant to reach out to Him. Lotor could only roll His eyes and glance up at the omega, who had already been looking at Him, watching Him discuss business on the phone while typing. Watching Him multitask with glowing eyes.

Interesting…

"Mark down that I have a meeting for Friday."

The omega immediately brought out a notepad that he carried around for this type of stuff. Minus the cleverness and individuality complex, he might've actually made for a decent, organized omega.

As soon as Sendak was done ranting with Lotor, He set the phone down to put His focus back to His email, which was mostly finished...only to notice the omega peeking up from his work to glance at Him again.

A smirk spread across His face, and He grabbed another piece of paper to focus on while typing His email, showing off His ability to multitask even more. Not that He needed to show off for the likes of an omega, especially not one like this, but there was something satisfying in seeing the omega constantly look up from his work to stare in awe at his Alpha boss.

An omega was an omega after all.

"Excuse me, sir?" Lance flipped his pen in his fingers before holding it up to his notepad, standing in front of Lotor's desk all obliviously as if he hadn't been imagining all the ways Lotor could multitask and fuck him while working just an hour ago. "May I get an idea for what you like for lunch? I'll fetch you what you want now, but a list would be nice for future references, too."

How typical; an omega needing to know the preferences and needs of his Alpha to cater to Him.

Lotor stood to walk around the desk to Lance, smile creeping up His face. "Why don't we take the lunch break together? I can show you exactly what I enjoy feasting on…" He leaned towards Lance, finger coming up to tap his chin, but Lance pulled away immediately.

"Apologies, sir, but I've already planned to spend my lunch with my boyfriend. He should be nearby, waiting for my break."

Lotor rose an eyebrow, back straightening as Lance turned away, replacing his notepad with his phone.

"If you aren't interested in me grabbing you lunch, then I accept the offer to take a break. I'll be back shortly." With that, he brought his phone to his ear, face lighting up with a smile, and hurried out of the office room without even waiting for Lotor's answer.

His eyes followed the omega out the door, glued onto his neck as Lotor searched for any signs of a bite mark. The omega was clean.

He couldn't stop himself from going after the omega, blood already beginning to boil. Obviously no Alpha in their right mind would consider biting and mating a modern omega, but He refused to believe anyone would even date one.

Lance was already walking out the door to greet a black-haired man, who stepped out of His red convertible to open His arms up for the omega. Naturally, Lotor felt a sour taste filling His mouth; he had to confront the man Himself.

"Good afternoon." Lotor nodded in acknowledgement to the man as the 'couple' turned in shock at the sound of His voice. No surprise there; Lotor was quite used to turning heads.

He held His hand out, shaking the hand of the other Alpha. He had a weak grip. "Lotor. Pleasure to meet you."

"Keith."

They held eye contact for a good five seconds, as if scoping each other out, before Lotor grinned with His canine showing. "May I presume you're the Alpha keeping watch over this omega?"

Keith immediately retreated his hand and linked his arm through Lance's. "I'm not an Alpha, and I'm not 'keeping watch' over anyone."

"Aren't you though?" Lance smiled as Keith turned to scowl at him.

Lotor glanced between them before sighing. "I see. A beta and an omega, then."

"I'm not a beta, either."

"You're amazing is what you are." Lance leaned into him with a giggle, and they touched noses as Lotor's stomach sunk so far He could feel tectonic plates grinding against His insides.

"An omega and an omega."

When they didn't break out into denial, Lotor found His stomach sinking even farther before rising back up all at once. And then, he was laughing—cackling—doubling over in amusement. He couldn't help it; how could He when He was face to face with such an abomination?

The two omegas drew closer together, and He just laughed harder at the sight. It was one thing for an omega to ask another omega to pretend to be its Alpha, but it was another to be open about being two omegas in a relationship—proud of it, even.

He walked up to Keith once His laughter had stopped. He should've noticed he was an omega just by looking into his eyes, but then again, there had been no reason to assume that an omega would date another omega. What a ridiculous notion.

"So, you're this omega's omega boyfriend." He had to hold in another chuckle. "For how long?"

"What does it matter to you?"

Oh, great. It was another modern omega; one that was willing to speak up against an Alpha. This would be even more irritating than dealing with His assistant.

"I suggest you answer the question."

"Afraid I don't have anymore time to be wasting here. Come on, Lance." He turned back to his car with Lance as Lotor rose an eyebrow.

"It's dangerous for you to come here in the first place, you know. omegas shouldn't be coming to an establishment with only Alphas like this without supervision."

"Dangerous, huh?" Keith turned over his shoulder. "Sounds like it would only turn away possible customers if it's dangerous. It's a wonder you're as successful as you are."

Red flashed across Lotor's vision as He considered ignoring the public disciplining law to put both these omegas in their places, but Lance acted first, turning his 'boyfriend' around and pushing him towards the car before a confrontation could happen.

As the pair drove away, Lotor's eyes zeroed in on Keith, and His insides officially boiled over. They wouldn't get away. Not after that. That rude omega needed to pay, to be disciplined, and Lotor knew exactly how to do it.

His eyes shifted to Lance.

"Sir?"

Lotor glanced up, at first expecting the omega to come in with his final set of papers for the day, but instead saw Throk, one of His employees, glancing around the room before slowly shutting the door behind Him.

"Sir, about the omega. You plan on firing him, correct?"

"Incorrect." His answer would have been far more split if the question had been asked earlier, but now that He had finished observing the omega throughout the work day, He had His plans worked out.

"Sir." Throk walked closer with His head slightly bowed, as if pleading. "That omega has no place in this company. it refuses the advances of every Alpha here while walking around parading that omega scent about. it's nothing more than a distraction and a temptation. it needs to go."

Lotor stared down at His laptop screen, disinterested. Everything Throk was saying was true; that was precisely why He wouldn't dismiss him of his position just yet.

"Deal with it the best You can. It won't be forever, but for now, the omega stays. That's My decision."

Throk's eye twitched, but He couldn't hold Lotor's gaze for long. Naturally. There would be no challenging Him.

"Understood, Sir." He turned to leave just as Lance was coming back in with a stack of papers. Lotor could almost laugh at the irony. Throk deserved a bit of punishment for showing any hint of challenge against Lotor's decisions.

Lance was quick to step to the side to avoid the Alpha, as if he'd had some encounters with Him while running around the company building, before he walked the papers over to Lotor's desk.

"This is the last of them, sir."

He quickly began looking through them to make sure they were in correct alphabetical order. It was almost too perfect until he got to the end, where he found one misplaced sheet. It seemed someone had gotten too eager to finish up and leave for the day. How annoying.

He glanced up to see the omega had been watching Him very closely. Of course.

"You are a very diligent omega, that I'll grant you. However, it seems you couldn't go the day without one mistake." He flipped the mismatched papers around before setting them down to grin at Lance. "If you wish to run a household and be the best omega you can be, you'll need to make that zero mistakes."

Lance bowed his head. "Thank you. I will do my best to improve, so that I may be the best assistant I can be."

Lotor's grin dropped as Lance walked to gather his stuff unapologetically.

"I'll see you tomorrow with your coffee, sir."

"Very well; I have several things left to do before leaving, though."

He quickly began typing into His laptop, glancing up to see if His bait had worked. Of course it had. The omega had stopped in his tracks, already packed up and ready to leave, but of course he'd had to stop and turn to watch Lotor work one last time. he was an omega; he loved watching his Alpha work.

"So you are just an omega, after all." Lotor grinned and readied Himself to stand and take advantage of the omega, who was no doubt dumb enough to think that his staring would go unnoticed throughout the day. Instead, Lance crossed his arms and turned his body to address Lotor fully.

"Are you talking about me watching you?"

"There's no shame in it; it's instinct. It's okay."

"You are a very successful man."

Lotor paused at that. After all that talk about not being interested in Him, the omega sure was quick to admit things like this.

"So you were impressed by my influence, after all."

"Yes." Lance admitted it very quickly again, walking to the edge of Lotor's desk, eyes unwavering. "You are a very influential man, sir, and the Galra company is a very successful company. I applied here because I wanted to learn everything I could from such a successful company, to see what success looks like. I've watched you closely because you work hard to make your company successful, and you are a very, very impressive worker, sir. The most impressive I've ever seen." He turned away again, but held eye contact from over his shoulder. "You are a very hard worker, sir...but, you are an incredibly detestable man."

Lotor's chair fell to the ground behind Him as he slammed His hands on the desk, but Lance was already walking out the door.

Fire him. Hit him. Discipline him.

His shaking, seething hands slowly reached His chest, gripping His shirt like a chain to a dragon. It took a few moments before He convinced Himself to take several deep breaths, eyes never leaving the spot Lance had stood just seconds earlier.

Rotten omega, insolent omega, worthless omega…

He couldn't fire him. He couldn't hit him. Neither would do anything to quell the wildfire bursting through His bloodstream.

Proof. That was all He needed for this ill-mannered omega to be put in his place. Proof that an omega was nothing more than an omega, and an omega was nothing more than a breeding tool. Would never be anything more than a breeding tool. Could never be anything more.

omegas were made to please. omegas were made to breed. Lance could pretend he was above his biology as much as he wanted, just like all those other modernists, but at the end of the day, he was still nothing more than a pup-carrier. he needed to be reminded of that. Lotor needed to remind him of that. Only then would he get his just deserts. Only then would Lotor find it worthwhile and satisfying to put up with this omega.

He would put him in his place as an omega.

He would get him pregnant with His pups.

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