Kaiba fought back viciously, doing everything he could except speak, lest he be recognized, but the men were so drunk, they didn't care.
Hands were everywhere—trying to pull off his claw-toed puffy shoes, trying to slide the zipper down his back, and trying to wrench the dragon's head off, which Kaiba only managed to keep on by curling his chin down on the edge, nearly choking himself as he struggled to keep his identity a secret.
Fucking…FUCK OFF! Kaiba's heel managed to catch a soft stomach, and he heard a satisfying oof! but the hands returned with full force and with a vengeance. The men were panting heavily, enjoying themselves as they taunted him.
"A fighter! I like them when they fight!" One of the men grinned evilly, and Kaiba felt sick to his stomach as a hand snaked around his chest to grope him intrusively.
"It's a man!" The groper cried, sounding very disappointed. His friend shoved Kaiba's head closer to him and pointed at the exposed skin on his neck by the zipper.
"You won't care once you smell that!" The rough hand around his neck tightened, and Kaiba's eyes watered.
Death.
Death was better than this.
He could feel someone press their nose against the back of his neck, take a deep inhale, and then shiver happily. His resentment for his attackers rose when he felt the man behind him begin to dry hump his asscheek, clearly trying to get himself off while his teeth were pressed into the thin cloth of Kaiba's turtleneck.
He's going to Mark me! Kaiba reeled with horror and wondered what he'd done to deserve such torture. He always wore a thin turtleneck underneath his suits, underneath everything, to prevent just being Marked. And this was happening.
Where the hell was Atem when he was needed the most?!
Just as that thought left his mind, Kaiba heard a familiar voice echo down the narrow pathway.
"Hey! What's going on here?" Atem planted his feet apart stiffly, seeing red spots of rage dotting his vision every time he blinked.
There were four men nearly covering Kaiba from his view, and three of them had their pants down around their ankles. Thankfully, half the costume was still intact, with only the lower and upper paws missing, but the zipper in the back had come undone completely, and Atem could see Kaiba's slender shoulder peeking out from underneath the thick fabric.
The sight made his blood run cold with fury, and he took another step closer, hissing insults.
"Get the fuck away from that performer!" Atem growled, and the drunk man in the bush beside him groaned and rolled over, beginning to fall off the bush.
In a fit of blind rage, Atem kicked out and shoved the tip of his shoe into the man's chin and sent him rolling over onto his side. A stream of blood gushed from his nose and the four men surrounding Kaiba froze, giving the spiky-haired Alpha a nervous look.
"Want to join in? We'll let you go first," someone suggested and Atem blinked, unable to process what he'd just heard.
These men were despicable!
"Get away from her!" Atem took one last step forward and decided he would lash out after this.
"It's a man," one of the drunk Alphas offered unhelpfully, and Kaiba's head spun with disgust. On one hand, he was glad Atem showed up, on the other, he'd been dreading Atem's answer to that question.
Of course Atem would refuse.
A man to his left suddenly released him and let out a painful howl.
Kaiba yanked his hand back and looked up just in time to see Atem land a solid kick in the face of the man holding him from behind. The arms around his waist loosened, and Kaiba struck out with his heel, catching his attacker squarely in the groin and earning another howl of pain.
Atem stepped protectively in front of Kaiba as the other two men backed away, clumsily picking their belts and pants up from around their ankles, tripping over each other as they hurried out of the alleyway, leaving their three fallen comrades behind.
Kaiba cursed silently to himself when he felt his hole leak in protest from the unwanted stimulation of the stranger Alpha, and he prayed Atem wouldn't say or do anything, but it was too late.
"Come on. Let's get you out of here," Atem said gruffly, his head spinning when he caught a strong whiff of Kaiba's sweet scent, but he powered through it. He dragged Kaiba onto his feet and reached forward to zip him up quickly before picking up the dirt-stained costume paws and tucking them under his arms, while keeping his grip tight around Kaiba's wrist.
This was Kaiba.
He was sure of it.
It wasn't another Alpha wearing the scent.
The soft skin felt familiar and his palm warmed nicely at the contact.
This was Kaiba, and he'd almost been Marked by a stranger.
I can't let this happen again! Atem ground his teeth furiously, turning to Kaiba and saying, "I'm walking you back to the employee lounge. Which way is it?"
Kaiba tried to shake Atem off, but Atem only hung on tighter, glaring so angrily into his face, his violent angular eyes were narrowed into thin slits.
Kaiba froze and swallowed nervously.
Wow. He'd never seen Atem look so incensed.
"I know you are frightened, but please let me escort you back," Atem repeated, intent on treating Kaiba as if he were a stranger. "You can report them. I'll help you. I remember their faces. I work at Kaiba's Headquarters. I'm a director," Atem continued evenly, reciting his pitch with ease. "So, let's get you somewhere safe, like the employee lounge, where you belong."
I can't win with this guy, Kaiba growled to himself, realizing Atem still didn't recognize him. He pointed a slender finger at a bright yellow building in the distance, and Atem nodded, striding forward with intent without another glance in his direction.
As they wove through the shaded pathways behind the buildings, Kaiba couldn't help but feel slightly offended that Atem couldn't smell or recognize him through the costume. Then again, the other men only smelled him when they got extremely close. His suppressants were still at work, however useless they were.
They approached a slender glass door of the yellow building and Atem pulled it open, pushing Kaiba inside first.
A woman wearing a badge looked up from her magazine and then looked back down, uninterested.
Kaiba eyed the hallway, hesitating and wondering why Atem wasn't leaving. They were "safe", now could he leave?
"Let's report them!" Atem growled under his breath, turning away from the woman to keep his voice down. "Change out and I'll escort you to the security booth."
Kaiba shook his head vehemently and realized Atem couldn't see him under the mask. God…dammit.
"I'll wait outside your dressing room," Atem insisted, pulling Kaiba into the hallway and reading the nametags on the doors, understanding that this was fruitless. Kaiba would've put a fake name on the door.
Grinding his teeth, Kaiba fought with himself before he decided it was fine to let Atem join him in the dressing room. Then he could safely take off the dragon head and reveal his identity.
He pointed at the end of the hallway and shouldered the last door open, feeling Atem follow him magnetically from behind.
Atem stood in the doorway briefly before he took a step backwards and rested his hand on the doorknob.
"I'll wait out here," he said, and Kaiba blinked, his irritation building when he saw Atem begin to swing the door closed.
He stuck his foot out and pried the door back open, grabbing Atem's hand and yanking him inside the dressing room with force before slamming it closed, the sound ringing in his ears.
"What are you—" Atem's voice died in his throat when he saw two, pale hands lift the dragon's head off and Kaiba's handsome face appeared beneath it, with his brown hair tussled with distress.
Composing himself instantly, Atem raged at Kaiba, aiming for an accusatory tone to hide his relief.
"You should stop wearing that scent!" Atem cried, clenching his fists at his sides and watching Kaiba set the costumed head down and rush to the sink to wash his hands and face.
There was nothing but the sound of water running before it shut off, and the silence between them grew thicker.
"Well?" Atem challenged, staring at the back of Kaiba's head and at the zipper which was hidden under the stream of brown hair trailing down from his neck. His tongue itched horribly when he ached to give the soft skin behind Kaiba's neck a kiss, but he held out, willing himself to remain sane.
He would not touch Kaiba after those Alphas had assaulted him, but his instincts were screaming at him to Mark Kaiba right now before anything else like that happened again.
He knew it would never happen under the correct circumstances unless Kaiba consented fully, and, well, that was going to be difficult.
Lifting his head up from the sink, Kaiba reached for the folded towel hanging off the back of the make-up chair and patted his face dry, his heart slowing down to a heavy pounding as he felt himself calming down in Atem's presence.
Fucking shit. Even Atem being here made him feel slightly better, but he didn't want to admit that to himself just yet.
Atem bit back a sigh and moved to sit on the couch at the far end of the room, crossing his arms and legs tightly, intent on keeping his body language angry.
"What's the matter? Mute?" Atem demanded, his heart pounding painfully in his chest as he wondered what Kaiba was thinking about. "You enjoy driving people insane with the scent? Is this part of your testing process? This is getting dangerous and we need to talk about it, Kaiba—Mr. Kaiba."
"Oh just call me Seto already," Kaiba snapped, feeling a headache coming on at the way Atem tip toed around him like he was a bomb. Atem rambled about him in the notebook, calling him Seto left and right. Why was it taking him so long to use his first name as an accidental slip?
"Does that mean I'm fired?" Atem asked, knowing this would incense Kaiba further. "I can address you informally by first name now? Well, I'd like to keep my job."
"Shut up about your job," Kaiba muttered, turning to inspect his reflection in the mirrors, brushing his wet bangs out of his eyes, his stomach curling with a mixture of rage and lust.
His next dosage was coming up…again, and again, Atem was present.
His asshole was also leaking badly from the earlier trauma, and it wouldn't stop throbbing.
Fuck everything.
"Well let me keep my position until I can fire those five men," Atem said readily, his eyes gleaming. "I know them. They're from Fukawa's department—"
"I don't care!" Kaiba exploded, turning to Atem with a wild look in his eyes. "Are you really that dense? Why do you think I was attacked just then? What's your best theory?"
Atem gazed coldly at Kaiba with his eyebrows raised nonchalantly as he answered, "you enjoy live-testing out in the field at the expense of your own safety. There's a reason we hold those tests in facilities, and consumer groups. I didn't know you liked to be so hands-on. Well, look at where it got you. This is my best, most polite disapproving tone."
Kaiba's eyelid twitched and closed the gap between them with three solid strides, towering over Atem's slender frame as he gave him a condescending sneer.
"You've never met another Alpha like me, I bet," he almost spat, and Atem had to use all of his willpower to keep a straight face.
"I admire you the most, Seto," Atem said smoothly, his heart thundering in his ears when Kaiba's overpowering scent blanketed him tightly, and his body went hot and cold at the same time. H-Holy shit. It was this again. The leaking…
He's missed his dosage! Atem realized, paling slightly as Kaiba continued to sneer at him from above, watching his reaction closely.
"Yeah, live testing. In the field, right now," Kaiba said quietly, thoroughly fed up with Atem's idiocy. "How do you feel? Especially since you've bonded with this scent… tell me exactly how it makes you feel."
He's taunting me? Atem wondered blurrily, Kaiba's face shifting dangerously in his vision as it became hard to breathe.
"Well?" Kaiba prompted, now enjoying the power he held over Atem. This was great. This was what made Atem different from the other Alphas. He had a lot of restraint, and was dumber than sack of rocks. How he managed to make quarterly peak sales was a mystery.
Maybe it was grunt work by all the other people Atem had hired, because the only thing this spiky-haired freak was good at was talking.
"It makes me feel…" Atem's mouth went dry, and he blinked rapidly, trying to tear his gaze away from Kaiba's face, but he was frozen. He was being tortured. This was considered a form of torture, right?
"Uncross your legs and say it to my face," Kaiba scoffed, enjoying the way Atem's eyes darted to the door briefly before he obeyed and uncrossed his slender legs to reveal a thick, enticing bulge.
"I'm…. Weak?" Atem offered, now feeling extremely vulnerable with Kaiba standing over him, emitting copious amounts of pheromones, drowning him intentionally, clouding his senses, all while sneering triumphantly.
"You're damn right," Kaiba breathed, throwing caution to the wind and he pushed Atem down further into the couch, straddling him tightly and pressing a hand down on his chest while he gazed down at Atem, laying wide-eyed and shoved beneath him.
Yeah, this was more like it.
Atem was a weak fucking Alpha.
Kaiba reached a hand down to grope Atem through his pants and saw him close his eyes and shiver excitedly.
"Hey, no. Look at me," Kaiba growled, quickly unbuttoning Atem's pants with shaking fingers before reaching into his own pants to grab his own length. He no longer cared if Atem could see that he didn't have a knot. It was about damn time. Atem's whole 'you're an Alpha I'm attracted to' pretense was getting old.
"What are you doing? What…are you doing?" Atem repeated, unable to tear his eyes away from Kaiba's beautiful fingers flitting over pants buttons and undoing them. Anzu had warned him against doing this too soon. This was too soon.
"I'm getting us...off," Kaiba replied through gritted teeth, shoving his hand down Atem's underwear and curling his fingers around a hot length, giving it several long strokes, pleased to see Atem relax alarmingly fast underneath his touch.
With his head spinning and unable to form a coherent protest, Atem nodded and let Kaiba touch him as he pleased, wondering if he should look away when Kaiba inched the pants off from around his own hips, but it was too late. A pretty, pink head of a leaking dick peeked out from dark blue underwear, and Atem couldn't stop staring at it.
It was true what they said about Omega's parts. They were beautiful.
Now I want to see what his hole looks like! Atem thought wildly, knowing now was a good time to stop, but he'd lost all sense of reason because Kaiba was rubbing him enthusiastically, grinning impishly down at him while he did so.
"What's wrong…mute?" Kaiba said spitefully, and to his immense pleasure, Atem's cheeks turned dark pink, and he looked away frantically, attempting to keep his pride.
"We can't do this," Atem managed, but his body did the opposite of what his mouth said, bucking upwards into Kaiba's hand, the tip of his erection hitting Kaiba's palm erotically, leaving a tiny trail of pre-cum on the surface.
"Why? Because…we're both Alphas?" Kaiba taunted, enjoying Atem's obvious embarrassment. "Ever touched another Alpha's hole? Ready? Open your hand."
Atem shook his head before nodding furiously, his chest ready to explode while his head spun with disbelief. What was happening? Was this good, or bad?! Kaiba had grabbed his hand, wrenched his fingers open and forcefully sat on it, making sure to inch his underwear out of the way to make room.
Trembling, Atem could feel soft testicles pooling over his palm, and he gave them a soft roll between his fingers, blinking rapidly as Kaiba rocked down onto his hand and grinned again, his grip tightening around his wrist, sliding his hand further up past his balls until his fingertips encountered a wonderful mess of sticky, slippery fluid that made his ears burn with longing.
Amazing! Atem reeled, hearing Kaiba's soft, excited panting above him while he still tried to keep up the taunts through the waves of arousal.
"Look at that, self-lubricating," Kaiba said condescendingly, waiting for Atem to look at him with shock, but to his annoyance, Atem was focused on his own dick, seemingly unfazed by the loss of his hand.
"Is it working? Is that supposed to finish me—us?" Atem corrected himself intentionally, flashing Kaiba a dark, lustful glare. "Hurry up…or stop. I can do it better myself without your help."
Kaiba wavered and felt a strange pressure climbing up his chest so fast, it exploded in a loud shout of laughter.
Atem stiffened nervously when he felt Kaiba tense above him, and his fingers slipped forward along wet testicles, sending a hot shiver from his palm all the way down his spine.
Holy shit. Holy shit. His finger was…centimeters from Kaiba's hole…and Kaiba was…sitting on him… laughing like a madman.
Still shaking with mirth, Kaiba raised himself up and angled Atem's hand up against his hole and using his other hand, reached down to forcefully curl Atem's fingers upwards so he could ease his hole down onto the slender digit, earning a hiss.
"What is that? Stop that, how are you doing that?" Atem ranted, stiffening his hand, which was a mistake, because Kaiba took this opportunity to rock down onto it, snickering and staring into his face for a reaction.
"You don't know what it is?" Kaiba whispered, now beginning to get angry. "You're insulting me."
"I don't know…what you're talking about!" Atem raged back, shoving his fingers up into Kaiba, hard and fast, thinking this would get him to back off, but instead, Kaiba's knees tightened around his waist and the soft flesh around his hole clamped down firmly around his knuckles, pulsing enticingly. It was driving Atem mad, so he tried to use his free hand to touch himself, but Kaiba swatted it away with another cold sneer.
"I'm the one with the idea. I'll do it," Kaiba insisted, and he shoved himself down onto Atem's fingers while he reached forward with one hand to palm their erections, making sure that only their heads were touching, just to drive Atem insane, because Atem had gone insane. He'd throw his head back, panting heavily, lost in the haze of pleasure from the mixture of the pheromones and the stroking.
Kaiba's anger flared again when he realized Atem wasn't looking down at him to see that his dick was missing the knot.
"Hey! Look down," Kaiba growled, and Atem tried to lift his head, to open his eyes, but they were cemented shut, and his head felt like it weighed a thousand tons.
"I-I…can't!" Atem breathed, feeling a wonderful orgasm building low in his stomach the harder Kaiba sat on his fingers and stroked his dick. What an incredible combination.
This Omega was wild! Kaiba was wild—absolutely feral.
Is he serious?! Kaiba wondered, and pushed his anger aside to briefly consider sitting on Atem's dick before Atem came in a sudden rush, curling forward and pressing his forehead against Kaiba's chest, shaking and shuddering with pleasure.
"I can't…think…" Atem said, still trying to catch his breath, feeling Kaiba's erection twitch against his, and his head spun violently. He could see very clearly now that Kaiba's dick was not as thick, it not have a knot, and it was just...slender, and pretty.
Omega.
Kaiba shut his eyes and let Atem's calming scent wash over him as an orgasm curled its way violently down his chest and into his stomach, his entire body shivering with happiness because…his Alpha was here with him, right now, and they were enjoying each other.
Semen spilled over his knuckles and dripped down his shaft.
Dizzy, Kaiba wanted to lean his head down onto Atem's shoulder but Atem sprang into action, clambering out from underneath him, shoving him aside to grab the towel hanging from behind the chair, leaving him humiliated, with his hand wrapped around his wet dick, and his hole throbbing from how fast Atem had yanked his hands away, almost as if he was…disgusted.
He hates Omegas so much, he's in denial about everything! Kaiba thought angrily, feeling the towel catch him across the face as Atem threw him a sheepish, red-faced look over his shoulder.
"I'll use another bathroom to clean up," Atem said, and he made his hasty escape, not bothering to buckle his belt up because he was aiming for the dressing room across the hall. Anything to get away from Kaiba now while he was still emitting loads of pheromones. It would linger on his body and other Alphas would come sniffing.
Kaiba grit his teeth so hard, his jaw ached. He used the towel Atem had thrown at him to wipe himself off, and he hated how he felt so unsatisfied. Atem had basically…ran away from him, even after touching him back there.
Does he really not know?! Or… What is it?! Kaiba wondered furiously, his frustration rising to an all-time high.
He rested his head back on the couch and closed his eyes, wondering if this was another, new form of punishment. An Alpha who bonded to him, but was unwilling to accept him as an Omega. What a twist.
How long was Atem going to keep insisting they were both Alphas?
How much proof did he need?
I hate this, Kaiba thought glumly, biting back tears and throwing an arm across his eyes, willing himself not to cry. This was fine. At least Atem wasn't a rapist. They would both suffer horrible withdrawal and painful heats forever until the end of time. It was fine.
Author's note:
AWWWWWWW D:
kaiba land adventure ends with smut in the dressing room…..