The Beginning and the End, Alpha and Omega Okane ga Nai

Chapter Two: White Heat, Gray Concrete

Bright…

This was the first word to trip into the vacant space of Ayase's mind as his consciousness returned. He clenched his eyes tighter against the light that assaulted him even behind his closed lids.

Other words followed more quickly.

And… So… Hot…

A shiver shook his slender frame when he realized this heat wasn't coming from outside, but within him.

Another fever?

Though his stiff limbs trembled, they were free from the usual deep ache present when one of his agues took him. No, this was different; it was as if his core held something molten, liquid and moving, and… Tentatively Ayase shifted one of his arms. Though impossibly heavy, his eyelids fluttered in surprise when he heard the rasp of metal. He started and his eyes popped open when something cold brushed against his small cock.

After an instant he shut his eyes again. Despite the blurriness of his vision, he had seen enough.

My wrists, they're chained and I'm…

Naked.

His chest constricted but even so, Ayase was stunned by the absence of pure terror that should have seized him. So very weary, he struggled to sit up.

How did this…? What's happening?

Weighted by some unknown essence, his leaden head soon dropped down again, chin against chest. This, just as his other recent minimal movements, left him dizzied. He was slipping back into unconsciousness when the space around him suddenly filled with noise. Blue eyes snapped wide and he yelped as rough hands seized him.

"Looks like the only kitten in that alley way was you… Eh, Puss?"

"Wha…?"

Rendered too thick for language, Ayase's tongue tripped over the word. But the stranger's taunt sparked his memory and he suddenly had a vision of his cousin, Tetsuo, appearing unexpectedly that afternoon at his door, begging for a blanket to wrap up some abandoned kittens he'd found in a nearby alley. Of course he had not only quickly gone to fetch one of his grandmother's spare quilts, but had accompanied Tetsuo back to fetch the kittens, eager to help.

Knowing how troubled his cousin was, Ayase had been filled with pride at this uncharacteristically kind action. He'd always believed that the older boy would eventually come around, locating himself on an honorable path. He remembered in the alley, Tetsuo dropping behind him to tie a loose lace on his trainers he'd all but tripped over. With his cousin's encouragement he'd scampered ahead to the dumpster Tetsuo motioned to, saying the kittens were hidden behind it.

And then?

A sharp pain between his shoulders, grasping hands, and blackness… This was where his memory ended.

Whoever did this; did they get Tetsuo too? Thinking about his cousin held somewhere in similar straits, worry flooded his core.

I hope he's okay…

New hands grabbed now, wrenching a cry from him as they pulled at him harshly. Ayase desperately fought to make his stunned limbs move. Neither of the actions, however, had any effect on those who held him.

"Wow, look at his back!"

"I heard about stuff like this but I never thought I'd see it."

"What's to see? It's barely there yet."

What are they talking about?

Ayase could make no sense of the strange conversation swirling around him. He ceased any attempt at comprehension when his world suddenly, dangerously spun. He was lifted and jostled. Cracking his eyes open he found himself caught between three brutish men. They tossed him about like a ragdoll until a moment later when he was pushed down again, this time face forward over a pair of thick thighs.

With effort he kicked out anew, flailing against being put into such an embarrassing position.

"Fuck, I thought that those shot's you'd given him would keep him from squirming!"

"Oi, runt! Settle now!"

An elbow caught Ayase just above his hips, sending a searing pain into his spine. He felt an iron forearm levered across his low back, pinning him, as another hand worked its way between the cheeks of his ass. Thick fingers spread him open, revealing his most intimate place.

Another man stepped in between his legs, kicking his bare, shackled feet as far apart as the chain at his ankles allowed, revealing him further. Feeling the man between his legs stroke a greased finger down his spread cleft, Ayase's fear finally found him.

"NO….! He shouted and resumed thrashing,

"Ryouchi said settle!" the third of the trio snapped.

A new hand seized Ayase's long bangs, pulling them cruelly. The man dipped, squatting, until their faces were at the same level. Ayase blinked and saw his own fear-filled eyes reflected in the man's black, shark-like stare. Despite his terror, the thought of being still held it appeal: his brief struggles had left him now even more exhausted than before. Even so, Ayase wanted desperately to keep fighting. He was not completely stupid however, and knew there was no way he could overpower even one of these men, let alone three.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll start behaving like a proper pet now!"

At these words a strange tightness filled Ayase's low belly. He was overcome with an unexpected desire to obey.

If I am good, maybe they won't hurt me too badly…

His stomach seized and he felt his bile rise. Whether this was brought on by the sudden, strong urge to submit to his captors; the vertigo stirred by all the jarring movement; or the rank, cigar-laden breath that assailed his nostrils, Ayase could not discern.

He gagged and his gorge hitched.

Unfortunately, this sudden sickness didn't sway the hair-holding assailant in the least. Ayase's eyes filled with tears when the man gripping his scalp leaned forward and a slick tongue laved up his jaw and across a fevered cheek. He had eaten little that day, so his retching produced nothing but saliva. He cringed as a calloused thumb followed, scraping across his bottom lip, catching a strand of drool that dangled there.

"He's sweet, this one! Such a pretty thing… and those lips!"

"You think that hole's sweet?" The breath left Ayase's lungs as an oily, fat finger pushed into him. "Oh my fuck, this little cunt's tight!"

Ayase sobbed at the burn as the finger pierced and pumped and then in relief when it left him. To his horror, this reprieve didn't last long, and when the digit returned, it pushed something even larger still into him.

"There! This and those shots should set him straight!"

"I think we should give him another trank too…"

"I dunno, as little as he is, the last thing we want is for him to o.d."

"Yeah, the boss plans to make a pretty penny on him. Not worth nearly as much dead… Even for organs." This was said by, Ryouchi, the man standing behind him, finger still lodged in his ass.

"Wish I had a couple million yen to drop so I could enjoy this little treat properly."

The thug whose hand was twisted into his hair stood up and allowed his other one to slide over Ayase's shoulder, smirking at how this made the teen tremble. "So, Daisuke, what do you think these marks will turn out to be?"

Again with the marks… Ayase's jumbled mind was ever -confused, still not knowing what his captor was talking about.

A gruff laugh broke from the man holding him over his lap. "I dunno? A heart,maybe? If what his cousin said is at all true, this doll's a sweetheart."

The finger breaching him twisted and Ryouchi pumped it in and out tauntingly. "Maybe it will turn into a picture of an ass, another rendition of these glorious cheeks. Cause fuck knows, a piece of luscious boy cunt is definitely what whoever claims will him use him as."

Ayase bit his lip to hold back a whimper at these words in both confusion and terror. Once he'd done this, he found that he dared not relent, even when he tasted copper: his desire to cry out had become ever more urgent, as whatever it was that had been pushed into him, began to make his insides itch in a way he'd never experienced.

At last the finger withdrew. Upon his captor's broad lap Ayase shrunk into himself, realizing the sudden absence, rather than bringing him relief again, this time brought a new sense of torment. His balls had filled and begun to ache and to his dismay, Ayase found himself almost wishing the intruding digit was inside him again. Unfamiliar need pooling in his low belly, he couldn't help but wiggle a bit. A blush filled Ayase's cheeks when he shifted and felt his cock stiff against his captor's trousers, longing for friction.

The man holding him obviously felt it too and broke out in a lecherous laugh.

"What's this? Kitten's gotten hard. And look at how pink he's getting!" The vice-like pressure on Ayase's hips lightened fractionally. "Seems like the heat stimulator and that other aphro are really starting to work.

"Lucky fuck, whoever buys him! In less than an hour this little one's going to be begging to have his virgin ass pounded into the ground!"

The top of Ayase's head had begun to itch and burn as well and at last he released his bottom lip with a yelp when the fingers gripping his already tender scalp released his bangs and began carding roughly through now-tangled locks.

"Are his ears coming in yet?"

Heat? Ears? Oh, Kami why aren't these guys making sense?… Please let me wake up and find this is all just another one of my terrible nightmares.

"Yeah, I feel a bump here."

Ayase shocked the men tormenting him, as well as himself, when the coarse fondling of this "ear" caused a growl to burr deep in his slender throat. He was rewarded for this with a slap. The blow was not hard enough to bruise, but enough to sting and to add a new wash of color to an already glowing cheek.

"Daisuke, you idiot! What are you doing?"

The slap, light though it was, had sent Ayase's dizzied head reeling. He struggled to regain enough bearing to identify the voice that had just joined his assailants. This new arrival had chastised the man holding him.

Maybe he'll make them let me go.

Hopeful eyes looked up only to fall back down a moment later as the man continued to speak.

"I told you I didn't want this merchandise damaged in any way!" Concerned both by the boy's seeming fragility and his irresistibility, the auction's organizer, Kimiyama himself, had decided to check on the prepping of this particular item. He'd arrived just in time to witness the blow.

"Forgive me, Kimiyama-sama." Daisuke jumped up to bow to his boss, dumping Ayase ungraciously on the floor at his feet. "But there's no harm done… and besides that, Sir, he growled at me."

"What?" This news made Kimiyama's normally impeccable brow furrow. "I thought his cousin said it was an omega. It has all the signs…"

"That's what he said, alright. Looks like this little bitch has a bit of fight in him though. Hopefully, whoever gets him will enjoy breaking him of such an un-omega like trait."

"Well that's not a risk I can take." The last thing Kimiyama wanted was for an item to become unruly, especially one whose selling point was a supposed inbred, genetic submission. "Give it another dose of sedative."

"But what about his size and the stimulator we gave him? Won't that cause complications?"

One look from Kimiyama and the questioner fell silent.

"I want it quiet and oozing pheromones. Any real complications are likely to occur in an hour or two, after its been sold. Every buyer knows that all auction merchandise is 'as is.' So whether it freaks out or kicks off, that will be its new owner's problem. Not mine."

"Got it?" Kimiyama's tone made it clear to his lackeys that there was only one answer his question.

"Of course, Sir!"

"Well then?" Impatiently, Kimiyama tapped an ostrich skin shoe against the dank gray pavement two feet from where Ayase still lay in a shivering heap on the ground. "Shoot it up and drag it out there. It's next."

As much as he wanted to scramble away from these men, Ayase couldn't move. More than fear at everything he'd just heard, he was consumed by a fire that now burned in his bones where once his marrow had been. His backbone ached like nothing he'd ever felt before. He was too far gone to even squeak when he was roughly lifted from the floor and a needle jabbed his bicep.

"I've got his arms. Ryouchi, you take his legs."

Ayase felt his body lifted entirely. A whimper escaped him at last when his weight suddenly shifted and between his ass cheeks, his spine was sharply wrenched.

Wait… that's not right….

"Fuck, Ryou, don't drop him!"

"Back off Daisuke, I didn't mean to… I thought I had his leg and grabbed his tail instead!"

Tail…? Ayase barely had time to finish the word in his mind before his world fell once more into darkness.

The force of his ejaculation was so profound it took Kanou several moments to return to his senses. No less powerful, however, were the memories that had flooded his mind when the pale body now displayed on the stage before him had been turned, and his gaze caught the glassy, blue stare of the one being auctioned.

There was no post-orgasmic lull when his thoughts became coherent again. Instead, a powerful rage filled Kanou's chest.

How the fuck did this happen?!

Somewhere his informants had failed him. Apparently, Ayase Yukiya had become dangerously indebted to someone, someone other than him.

It wasn't supposed to be like this!

I paid those fuckers to watch him and they failed. I am going to beat every last yen I ever gave them out of their miserable hides!

Throbbing beneath these enraged thoughts a more primal voice bayed. OMEGA! MATE! MINE!

MINE!

Kanou felt the bridge of his nose break as the okami in him fought to emerge. He bit back the howl scorching his throat. Shaggy black ears lifted, wet and glistening from the split skin of his skull.

"As you can see ladies and gentlemen, this one is a rare find. Such beauty belongs on a girl but is even more enticing on such a slender boy, neh? Almost nineteen is his age, I've been told, but such youth and purity in appearance… If you decide to handle him gently he should keep for ages…"

"I see ten million from you, Sir.

"Fifteen, now from the lady in pearls…"

MINE!

His eyes still watering from the pain of his nose, Kanou pushed up from his chair. Seeing the effect of his transformation, the cum-covered serving girl still crumpled at his feet gave a pathetic yelp and scrambled back, seeking refuge beneath the table. As he rose, Kanou grabbed his already reviving cock and harshly shoved it back into his trousers with a hiss, his lengthening fingers fighting to secure his zipper.

A few of the auction's attendees looked over to his table at the commotion. Low gasps followed, though the majority of the spectators continued to stare forward, too entranced by the boy on the stage to glance away.

"And now thirty to the fellow in the derby…

"Come now, my esteemed connoisseurs of rarity, look at his back! As if that pale skin isn't enough to entice; you can see the faint outline of the pure omega tattoo pulsing beneath his skin."

The auctioneer himself was so caught up in his description he almost forgot to keep track of his bidders.

"Who knows what imagery his alpha claimant will conjure? And look at that beautiful tail and those lovely ears, softer than silk and so white! Despite the fact I had heard that the last albino Kitsune died over fifty years ago!

"Forty million yen to you, Madame…

"And now forty-five!"

The Italian leather sheathing Kanou's feet split as they shifted. Were it not for the thick carpet beneath him, the click of sharp claws would have been audible as he staggered slightly, his balance momentarily compromised by the rapidity of his change.

A low growl burred in his throat at the sight of the handlers onstage, touching HIS angel.

The tantalizing aroma of pure omega called Kanou too strongly to be denied despite the chemical tang underlying the boy's scent that signaled to his rational mind that this was a forced heat. Within him, uncaring, his blooded okami was in a frenzy to fully emerge. In spite of how his human side fought the animal pull, the pupils in Kanou's already dark eyes blew out when Ayase's handlers grabbed his pinked ass cheeks and spread the boy wide for all in the audience to see.

The auctioneer crowed as the price climbed. "Fifty… excellent move, Sir!" He continued extolling the "item's" virtues, though at this point, none in the audience seemed to need more convincing.

"According to our physician, this lovely omega has yet to have his first heat. And look, my dear buyers! You can see at a glance that he's pure! Never been bred!"

"… A year maybe two out before turning fully, the good doctor suggested… Plenty of time to train him! And for those of you who might be curious, our patron, Kimiyama-sama, has graciously induced a light heat in our merchandise so you can see...

"Fifty-five my good lady! I can tell your senses have been stirred… And quite rightly so!"

The man at the podium paused to laugh and then leer out at the crowd. "Be ensured with this false heat, no lasting harm will be done… Unless, it's by his new owner's hand… Or some other part..."

A good-humored murmur arose from the audience, covering Kanou's growing growls.

"This heat will last an hour or two at the most! But if the visible markers are correct, this little Kitsune bitch will be a breeder when his true heat finally hits! It's the trifecta of old blood omega! Think of what an investment!

"How much will such quality pups fetch?!"

Illustrating the auctioneer's words, the handler, Ryouchi, gripped Ayase's cheeks, spreading them wider as Daisuke grabbed and lifted the fluffy white tail the teen now sported. He then ran a finger down from Ayase's exposed pucker to the base of his flushed scrotum, tracing the pink line that practically glowed there. Made visible by the chemically induced heat, it indicated where the birth canal would form during delivery, and, depending upon the small kitsune's genetics, would possible remain open after a birthing, providing the omega's owner with another succulent hole to plunder.

Drunk on the powerful chemical cocktail that had been forced into him, Ayase blinked. He moaned wantonly, pressing unconsciously back into the touch. As if this wasn't enough to set the crowd buzzing, holding Ayase in this way, the air was soon fully soaked in the smell of the little omega's heat. While none of the betas in the audience could detect it, they began to clamor, moved by the tension radiating from the few present alphas.

The pace of the bidding quickly accelerated.

"I see you at sixty, my friend.

"Over there, a wise new bidder at sixty-five!"

MINE! OMEGA! MATE! MINE!

Of the attending alphas, however, none had responded as strongly as Kanou. At the sight and scent of Ayase so revealed, hearing the boy moan, something wild in him finally snapped.

"One hundred and twenty million yen!" He roared.

This was not an offer; it was a demand.

With his longer muzzle and the thickening of vocal cords brought on by his change, the words came out lower and rougher than even his usual growl. In an instant the entire scene of the auction froze. No one moved a muscle, even the other alphas stilled.

Though Kanou's tone alone held the power to stun, this was nothing in compare to the sight of the one hundred-million-plus notes dumped out of the now-empty case dangling from his clawed fingers.

Kanou's eyes glowed embered-red in their dark depths as he stared at the auctioneer.

"MINE!"

The gavel dropped from the man's hand. It clattered, banging loud against the wooden podium. Sweeping fear-filled eyes over the room as he backed away preparing to run, the auctioneer squeaked out. "Sold…"

The word was only half-uttered before Kanou was already at the base of the stage.

"OMEGA! MINE!" He bellowed. Saliva flew from his sharp-fanged jaws as he mounted the platform. His plumed black tail had breached the back of his trousers and fanned out behind him, it stiffened into a stalking pose as he regarded his angel's handlers. Ryouchi and Daisuke abandoned Ayase in an instant, fleeing to the back of the stage.

In a single fluid motion Kanou whipped off his jacket, wrapped the naked boy up and swept him into his arms. Clutching Ayase fiercely to him, he snarled as his head whipped around from the terrified men back towards the audience. Before anyone could react, he'd cleared several tables as his powerful legs sprung him from the stage.

His unconscious prize held tight to a heaving, broad chest, in just a few more bounding steps, Kanou was out of the room and thundering through the hotel's mazed basement halls.

Nope... Not abandoned just languishing.

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