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""Ahh…"
A loud moan escaped Flins' parted lips, his body trembling with the thrust as he rode the thick, wide penis of the alpha below him – the latter, who growled softly, placed his hands on the bones of the omega's slender, delicate waist, shifting all his extra weight onto his groin.
“M-Mr. V-Varka…” Flins uttered between moans, arching his back as he felt his sensitive spot being hit with each thrust. Oh, gods… that was great.
“Hmm…” The alpha murmured intently, his hands still gripping Flins’ waist, occasionally glancing upwards towards the omega riding his cock.
“I-I… I’d like to ask a favor…” The purple-haired boy struggled to string together coherent words in his trembling voice between barely discreet groans. “Aino… S-She has a field trip to the museum… n-next week… I-I won’t be able to pay and… oh God!”
Varka gasped softly and rose from the sofa where he was sitting as Flins rode him, holding him even tighter by the waist, now penetrating him deeper. The omega groaned, scratching his back, resting his face on one side of Varka's neck.
“Next week…?” The alpha inquired, increasing his thrusts into his omega’s vagina. “Ah, yes… I can… pay all the costs,” Varka murmured breathlessly, feeling the knot in his penis grow.
“Thank you… T-Thank you very much Mr. Varka, I didn’t—” Flins choked on his words as he felt the alpha’s knot fill him while his entrance was deliciously used by the blond.
“Tell me the day and the money will be in your account.” Varka replied simply with her gentle expression. The blond turned around on his heels, returning to the living room, setting Flins down on the sofa while removing the condom from his penis, tying it up and throwing it in the corner trash can. Flins quickly glanced at it and noticed how full it was of other condoms, half-filled with the Alpha's sperm.
Flins swallowed hard; that amount was enough to completely fill her womb and even create a life.
The thought flashed quickly through the mind of the omega with long, dark, disheveled hair, like a spark; for a few seconds, his mind projected the image of a baby in a crib, whimpering with its arms outstretched towards the omega.
“Flins?” Varka’s voice called him back to reality, the dull, pupil-less eyes of his contract partner returning to the blond man’s. “Please concentrate. I don’t pay you to stand there thinking while I’m here.”
“Ah, yes. Sorry, I was just… overthinking…” Flins murmured, feeling the man’s weight press down on top of him, penetrating his pussy again.
"What exactly?" Varka made a confused noise as he inquired, expecting Flins to tell him what he had been thinking about minutes before.
Flins didn't respond immediately, the thrusts resuming as Varka uttered something about his curiosity to hear from the omega about the thoughts that had crossed his mind. The shorter man groaned shyly as his legs were spread even wider by the alpha's hands, making Varka's movements faster and causing more friction on his sensitive parts.
Varka didn't like not getting a response from the Omega, growling while deep inside Flins, who responded by arching his back and rolling his eyes.
"In a baby..." Flins groaned, feeling Varka contract slightly, pausing briefly to stare at the flushed face of the boy beneath him.
“...” Varka sighed. “Then keep your mind here. I’m really not paying you to imagine a family.”
“Sorry, I-I’m sorry sir, I-”
Varka penetrated him even faster than before, bringing her face close to Flins's, brushing her lips against the omega's, who moaned her name.
Minutes later, the blond groaned as he withdrew from inside the omega's vagina, tying the condom and throwing it away in the trash can.
[A FEW WEEKS BEFORE]
“Please sign at the bottom of the papers, above the blue line.”
The female voice in the bank booth spoke as she pushed a considerable amount of papers toward the omega seated, absorbed in thought.
The young man, with opaque yellow eyes without pupils and striking dark circles under his pale skin—revealing his lack of regular sleep—observed the papers with a furrowed brow. The Kyryll Chudomirovich family's bank account numbers were in plain sight as the omega crumpled the folds of the papers he held.
“I’m sorry for your loss. Your father withdrew more than eighty percent of your family’s finances before the… accident.”
The woman responded with a sorrowful tone, seemingly trying to offer comfort to the omega, who did not reciprocate her words of pity.
The omega, with dark blue hair with light blue tips and disheveled hair, signed the papers and returned them to the woman. The silence of the small room was broken by the omega's breathing, and sometimes by the heels of the woman who attended him as she headed towards the safe that supposedly held his inheritance and that of his younger sister.
The omega looked at his hands clasped on his knees, anxiety consuming him again, and his worry for Aino doubled as he saw the nearly zero balance, indicating there should have been enough money to afford a life of luxury for both of them. Apparently, his father's damned addiction had not only destroyed him personally, but his entire family.
"Here's the card." The beta woman returned from one of the corridors that Flins couldn't access or see to learn more about.
With a medium-sized brown envelope, upon removing the seal, the small plastic object with the metallic chip gleamed in the omega's eyes.
“The total amount has been transferred directly to the card; it is now unlocked for use. Thank you for your preference, Mr. Kyryll Chudomirovich.” The beta woman spoke professionally. To Flins, she seemed to robotically pronounce the terms and his surname. He simply nodded and quickly left the building.
The omega walked along the sidewalk, observing the envelope as if his life and Aino's depended on it, which, ironically, they did. Flins adjusted the collar of the worn coat he wore outside; after all, he was an unmarked omega and preferred not to attract unwanted attention from alphas and some betas.
“I need to go back to Aino…” Flins murmured, quickening his pace when his attention was drawn to a pharmacy. The omega stopped abruptly, slightly breathless, as he observed the shelf of pre-heat cycle inhibitors and subsequent daily pheromone control products.
Flins bit his lower lip as his fingers tightened around the envelope he was holding. His mind was racing, undecided whether he should spend what little he had on his omega needs before even managing to buy food and pay the rent, which was already two months overdue. Flins didn't want to seem selfish, thinking of himself before his little sister, who was only five years old…
“Thank you for your preference!” The beta attendant replied as she scanned the product at the checkout, packing the two boxes of inhibitors into a disposable bag. Flins was so absorbed in his thoughts again that he didn't even notice he had entered the store, picked up the boxes, and paid in sequence with his card.
Now walking through the streets of Nod-Krai, his dull eyes slowly lowered.
Flins felt destroyed. Finished. Desperate, too? Of course. He had just spent money that would have been enough for Aino and the rest of the month on food and other things, on his damned omega needs.
“...” Flins sighed, feeling his throat tighten, his face contorted in disgust; it wasn't the time to cry about this, not again.
Now he would have to go back home and find Aino and take care of the small, only family he had left.
•••
Flins opened the door to the tiny apartment he lived in, quickly hearing the sweet and unmistakable sound of Aino's voice along with another, older voice—that of Jahoda, his neighbor who sometimes kept an eye on his little sister to make sure he went out.
“I don’t want to eat this!” exclaimed the short girl with pink hair and pupil-less eyes, just like Flins’s. Aino was at the small table in the tiny kitchen, arms crossed and pouting in her tantrum.
Flins glanced at the clock in the hallway as he took off his coat and hung it on the coat rack next to the door, noticing that he had been out for a long time and that it was already getting dark.
“Aino, come on, you have to eat the broccoli too!” Jahoda snapped, Flins could hear the shorter girl whimpering as she pushed the plate back onto the table.
“Okay, I’ll tell Flins you didn’t want to eat all your dinner and he’ll take the TV away from you!”
“Hey! That’s not fair!” Aino exclaimed. “Ineffa won’t let that happen!” The little girl replied, hugging her small robot doll in her arms while dodging another spoonful of broccoli coming her way.
Flins smiled, observing from the corner of the hallway the funny situation the two girls were having, engaged in a hilarious little argument. Her body relaxed at seeing Aino safe and sound; she would blame herself forever if anything happened to her little sister.
“Well, maybe I’ll leave you without cookies for a while, Aino.” Flins entered the kitchen, seeing Jahoda almost kneeling upon seeing him there, and the shorter girl complaining and whimpering even louder at the threat of having her beloved cookies taken away.
“It’s not fair! Broccoli is awful!” Aino defended herself against her older brother’s new threats.
“Thank you for taking care of Aino, ‘Hoda,’ you don’t know how much you’ve helped me.” Flins said, ignoring the furious glares Aino was giving him.
Jahoda smiled, scratching the back of her neck and placing her hand on her hip, a gesture she made when she was embarrassed.
"No need to thank me, Flins, I'm happy to help you," Jahoda replied.
"Hey! Aino's still here!!" Aino exclaimed furiously.
"Alright, alright, little one. Just finish eating your broccoli and go upstairs to brush your teeth, please," Flins said, walking and stroking his sister's pink hair. Still reluctantly, she complied with the omega's request, and minutes later was already skipping up the stairs towards the bathroom.
"Don't leave the tap running." Flins warned.
"Okaaaaaay!" replied the youngest from upstairs.
Flins waited a few seconds until he heard the bathroom door close, a sign that Aino was no longer paying attention to the conversation he was about to start in the kitchen.
“You seem quite worried, Flins,” Jahora said, pulling out one of the chairs from the small table, resting her face in her hands with her elbows on the wood.
“Did something happen?”
“...’Hoda’.” Flins stared at the envelope still in his hands, feeling his stomach churn at the situation he was in.
“It happened. And not well.”
The omega threw the envelope containing the documentation and the card with his inherited "fortune" from his parents, watching the alpha girl's expression blend confusion, surprise, and indignation.
"Your father is a son of a..." Jahoda stopped, touching his own mouth, avoiding completing the insult directed at the omega's father. "o-oh..."
Flins smiled weakly and nodded in agreement with the shorter girl's indignation.
"I reacted the same way. Believe me," the boy lied.
“But… what now?! Flins, this won’t be enough for the two of you!” Jahora exclaimed, glancing sideways at the stairs, sighing in relief as she heard Aino still in the bathroom humming the jingle from her favorite cookie commercial.
“Aino’s been getting worse and…”
“I’m going to look for a job.” Flins replied, interrupting the blonde who just watched worriedly. “The… The money that’s left won’t be enough, I know. But… I’ll manage. I just need a few days.” Flins replied, clasping her hands on the table.
Jahoda stared at the omega with concern, knowing that he hadn't been having a good time since Aino turned three; the little girl's health was frail. The kitchen fell silent for several minutes until the girl in the cat hat seemed to remember something important.
“Flins,” she began. “I know you want to look for a job on your own, but…” Jahora pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of her shorts and handed it to the omega, who admired the shorter woman’s neat handwriting.
“The boss told me that a friend of hers needed some helpers for loading and unloading.”
“....” Flins noticed the address written by Jahora; something familiar about the surname sounded to the Omega.
“You can try, the loads aren’t heavy! Oh! The salary is quite generous and there are no limitations on the number of Omegas you can work on,” Jahora continued smiling as she explained.
Flins was surprised that the job openings had no restrictions for Omegas. It's challenging to try for jobs that require physical strength, and most companies refuse to give Omegas a chance to work in them; usually, people like Flins were placed in jobs with little or almost no physical exertion.
"That sounds interesting, I'll look into it further." Flins smiled, saving the address and number of the place.
“I know it will!” Jahoda replied with a smile, hearing footsteps coming from the stairs.
Flins and Jahoda observed Aino wearing blue hooded pajamas with yellow gear designs; the little girl held her inseparable doll, Ineffa.
“Big brother! Aino is ready for bed” Aino smiled as she ran into the Omega's embrace.
“And I need to go, the boss hates it when I'm out so late.” The alpha girl replied while yawning, heading towards the door.
“Thank you again, ‘Hoda,’ I promise I’ll go to the nomination tomorrow.” Flins replied, opening the door, holding Aino in her lap, watching the little girl snuggle her face against her shoulder.
“Bye-bye, ‘Hoda’...” Aino said, waving ineffa while yawning.
"Hehe, see you tomorrow Aino and Flins! Good night!" The girl replied as she walked home, Flins following her with his eyes until her figure turned the corner and disappeared.
•••
“Brother…”
Flins stopped organizing Aino’s plush toys in the toy chest, turning his attention to his sister.
“Yes, Aino?” Flins replied, kneeling beside his sister’s bed.
“Are you feeling anything? Any pain?...”
Flins asked while straightening the pink blanket with little stars.
“Uh-uh…” She replied, shaking her head and yawning.
“Aino, can you tell me a secret?...”
Flins murmurs a simple "sure" while touching some of his sister's pink strands of hair.
"Aino misses Mommy... and Daddy..." Aino murmured, closing her eyes and surrendering to innocence.
Flins watched his little sister snuggle the doll beside her. The Omega stroked the younger girl's head; Flins didn't respond, in fact, his mind hadn't come up with a coherent reply in time because the pink-haired girl was already fast asleep.
"Me too, Aino," the Omega murmured softly to himself in response.
“....” Flins turned on the bedside lamp and left the room after making sure Aino was asleep or would feel unwell.
The Omega went downstairs and threw himself onto the only sofa in the house, sighing with his eyes closed in an attempt to stop a possible choked sob from forming in his throat.
The ticking of the wall clock was present, Flins glanced at the object making its unmistakable ticking sound signaling the late hour; almost midnight. The boy touched the pockets of his shorts and looked at the paper that Jahoda had given him earlier in the kitchen, reading the name "Varka" a few times until sleep overtook him and the Omega ended up falling asleep right there...