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Barbatos took in a deep breath as he relaxed into the café patio chair, sipping on his bubble tea. Passersby continued on their merry ways as the green-haired man stared off into the distance, his mind blank for once. He stretched his legs outwards, knocking them into the alpha sitting across from him, earning a tiny grunt and not a single glance. He could care less if the other stared or not (okay, maybe a little).
Being outside was great.
Barbatos truly hadn’t enjoyed the outdoors for a long time with how gruelling his work had gotten recently. The same could be said for Diavolo, and Barbatos finally had some time to spare in his schedule for the two to go out on a date and do whatever they wanted for a few days. After a lot of ‘wrestling’, Diavolo was kind enough, for once, to spare his waist and legs so he could actually use them for their intended purpose: walking.
Diavolo’s phone vibrated against the table. From the look of his dark expression, it looked like it was his new assistant calling. Barbatos shooed him away to take the call, knowing that the red-headed alpha would otherwise ignore all messages until they got home, leaving his poor assistant crying on the side (or that’s what he thinks, anyway).
Absent-mindedly, Barbatos decided to focus on his phone, opening one of his favourite recipe sites to see if there were any new updates. With a bit of luck, his eyes caught sight of a number of new recipe updates in his notifications. He immediately started to go through the list, chewing and biting on the poor straw unconsciously as he scrolled.
“Hey there.” A voice called out.
The chartreuse-eyed man looked up. It was a voice he was not familiar with, and the man’s face that came with it didn’t register in his brain either. A total stranger, but at least his face and build were pretty nice. Decent clothes too. And based on his stance and expression, Barbatos was eighty percent sure this man was an alpha. He blinked a few times before looking over both of his shoulders to see if this man was looking somewhere else.
“No, I’m looking at you.” The stranger laughed, confirming Barbatos’s thoughts. He took a few steps forward and sat down in Diavolo’s seat. The omega frowned.
“And whyever would you be looking at me, kind sir?” He asked with a deadpan expression. He was very certain that there were no pheromones being emitted by him.
“Do I need a reason other than I’ve taken a fancy?” The man mused.
Barbatos continued to stare for a few minutes, unimpressed by what the man meant.
“I’ll have you know that I’m dating someone.” He clarified, finishing the rest of his drink. “An alpha, like you.” he further stated. He looked around – he couldn't see where Diavolo had gone.
It seemed like the man wasn't surprised by Barbatos’s statement, outing him as an alpha. “And what of it?” He asked. “He’s just accompanying you for the sake of it. You’re probably an omega, right?”
“And you’re trying to prey on another? That’s a little low, don’t you think?” Barbatos responded calmly, still sipping on his boba tea. He conveniently skipped the question about him being an omega.
“I won’t deny it.” The alpha admitted as he got up from his chair.
A whiff of pheromones reached the green-haired man’s nose, causing him to react. Instincts kicked off and Barbatos too withdrew from his chair, taking a few steps backwards. Suddenly, a large back came into his view.
“Leave.” Diavolo venomously hissed at the other alpha.
“Relax, won’t you? I just wanted to talk, that’s all.” The other alpha raised his hands in defense. Despite adopting a defensive pose, his pheromones did not falter one bit. In fact, they only got stronger.
Stupid alphas and their useless pride. Barbatos rolled his eyes, sticking close to his alpha’s back.
“Fuck off. Leave.” The redhead repeated himself, snarling back with his own pheromones. Others in the close vicinity started to react to the pressure emitted between the two alphas, pulling away before a fight broke out. The omega frowned, tugging at Diavolo’s coat. He liked this café and certainly didsn’t want to be banned from it for his stupid actions.
He didn't want to be banned from another café, thank you very much.
But before he could say a word, his heartbeat started to speed up and his legs grew weak. The most he can do is utter an “ah” before pulling harder at his red-headed alpha’s clothes in an attempt to keep himself up.
It didn’t take long for either alphas to notice a new, faint but extremely alluring scent being emitted in the air. Diavolo immediately whipped his head around to find Barbatos lightly panting, his body slightly shaking and giving in to his own weight.
Diavolo, this bastard, had forgotten that he had “trained” Barbatos to react to his pheromones, with or without pressure. He hardly ever used his pheromones aside from the bedroom, so it had occurred to him late. The chartreuse-eyed omega could hear him swear under his breath.
Barbatos gritted his teeth as he felt his weight shift, finding a new place within Diavolo’s arms. He didn’t even need to see the other alpha’s reaction to know that the man in whose arms he was, was just about to go feral, his face dark and his aura burning with murderous intention. Being possessive was one thing, sure, but it was his own damn fault for making his partner turn into a mess in public.
Being outside was not great, what the fuck!
Luckily, the café wasn’t too far from Diavolo’s place, so there was just enough time to spare before things got hectic.
Diavolo almost kicked down his front door, moving as quickly as possible to throw down his omega onto his bed. Barbatos’s ears and tail were already exposed at this point, with the tail unconsciously shifting to curl around the alpha’s arm. The omega can feel his grip tighten due to his tail’s ministrations before being abruptly dropped onto the soft sheets of the bed.
The alpha ripped away the omega’s pants, causing the other to whimper at the cool air hitting his lower half. He was leaking, his underwear soiled, his face flushed, and his pheromones still enticing. Diavolo’s heavy breathing and intense stare told Barbatos that this horny alpha almost wanted to thrust his cock into him right then and there.
Which was exactly what Diavolo did.
There was no exchange of words – hell, there wasn’t even any rationality left to consider. Neither could say anything other than irrational moans and grunts. Their body language and pheromones told each other everything, and their lips smashed together as they pried each other’s clothes off in a messy haste.
Hardly any fingers went inside before a monstrous cock forced its way in one thrust, causing the omega to moan loudly. It hurt, but the brief pleasure he felt and the feeling of being full was far more satisfying and gratifying than the pain. He eagerly thrusted his hips to meet Diavolo’s, wrapping his legs around the alpha’s waist to lock him in. The alpha answered by thrusting even harder and faster, his mouth now finding a place against Barbatos’s neck. The omega was reduced to an incoherent mess, spilling out garbled words and attempting to say his alpha’s name before being cut off with another thrust and continuous waves of pleasure.
Barbatos didn’t know how many times he came before Diavolo finally managed to come once. At that moment, the effects of the alpha’s pheromones kicking off his heat had faded, but from the look of the redhead’s lustful eyes, the omega knew that his partner had no intention of stopping. Shivers of excitement ran up his spine as he grinned back. In the spur of the moment, while Diavolo’s cock was still inside, the omega’s hand teasingly gripped the base of the pulsating length in a silent signal to tell him to keep going.
His view of the world shifted and his back met the wall with a thud. However, neither the omega nor the alpha cared enough to pay attention.
Forget the bed. The wall seemed to be a much better place.
Barbatos groaned as his arms struggled to cling around Diavolo’s neck, the weight of his own body sinking onto the alpha’s cock as the other grunted at the new depth and warmth. Their tails intertwined as the buff alpha continued to relentlessly pound into the other’s dripping and twitching hole, making the omega scream and cry until his voice became hoarse.
The alpha’s teeth sank into Barbatos’s collarbone, littering it with red, angry bite marks as his tongue slid upwards to tease his neck once more. In a way to further excite the other, the alpha growled and sucked on his neck, making his omega moan, his cat ears twitching in response. With only a simple bite near his scent gland, Barbatos’s mind blanked and the pheromones being emitted by both of them only grew stronger.
The omega really couldn’t remember what happened after that. His limbs were basically useless as the alpha had his way with his body, leaving no part untouched for what felt like hours. Suddenly, he kind of regretted his decision on enticing the alpha. He was pretty sure somewhere in his vague recollection that they had fucked for at least three hours (based on how many times Diavolo usually came per hour; not that Barbatos took the time to count, anyway).
The alpha’s body shuddered one last time before sinking into the bed, releasing his seed inside the omega’s body before collapsing with heavy breaths. His crushing weight on Barbatos's body stopped him from rolling off the bed, but the omega didn’t seem to mind. The weight was comforting in a sense, and the touch-starved omega greedily accepted it. Their tails had never untangled up until this point, though Barbatos could feel that it was on the verge of disappearing. Somehow, it felt just right to have their tails like this, intertwined and doing nothing else.
“Can you pull out?” The omega asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His throat was too sore from his whole vocal performance (aka moaning), but it was enough for his alpha to hear. The redhead grunted in response, pulling away to take it out. His eyes trailed from Barbatos’s head to toe, his gaze lingering on his “mark of possession” as cum spilled out of the omega’s gaping hole.
He smirked and the omega rolled his eyes in response. It seemed that his alpha was only satisfied when his insides were fully coated white.
The alpha opened his mouth to say something but hesitated. In the end, he shut it quickly and picked up his omega instead, heading to the bath. Barbatos had an inkling of what Diavolo was going to say, but he was too tired at this point to ask.
Although Barbatos struggled initially while Diavolo cleaned him out, the eventual entry into the hot water moved to relieve the fatigue from his body. His back rested against the alpha’s firm chest, a content sigh escaping from his lips as he closed his eyes. A pair of large, rough hands found their way to his hips and thighs, massaging and kneading the soreness away.
They still chose to speak no words, with the sounds of their breathing and the occasional swish of water being the only ones evident. To Barbatos, this type of silence where one didn’t feel the need to speak to each other to feel comfortable was something he never dreamt of obtaining.
But here he was, in another man’s embrace. Happy and content.
His mind slowly drifted off to dreamland as the two continued to soak in the hot bath. The omega could feel a light weight on top of his head along with a deep murmur from the other, but by the time Diavolo decided to say something, his brain was too sleepy to process it.
The alpha could feel that Barbatos had fallen asleep. With a bit of a sigh, he pulled the other out of the bath. When the omega was tidied up and placed into bed, the alpha stared down at the blissful sleeping face.
Forget it, he’ll propose in another, better way.