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Kim Namjoon is an Alpha. Kim Seokjin is an Alpha. Both exude excellence in terms of looks and their economic wealth. One who everyone admired from a distance because both were too high in the society and very much influential.

Unmatched and unmated. No one dared. Only because no one could meet their standards. In wealth, beauty, lifestyle and attraction. Leaving omegas to only dream and drool over them.

The high ranks or one they call “circle” was not big in population. It tightly consists of those who came from old money riches. The riches that could feed generations after generations.

A royal for others but in a modern civilization. High ranks remained on top and the commoners stayed on where they should be. Living in luxury that anyone would kill to take the spot. But too bad they could only keep dreaming because both Kims would not dare to spare a glance on those who did not belong to their circle.

Egocentric? Yes. That’s how Namjoon and Seokjin choose to be. Or the upbringing per se. Putting their own personal needs for their own personal gain. Believing that life was simply a gamble. You place your bet, your investment and either lose some or win some.

A game that both Namjoon and Seokjin loved to play.

And while others hassled to make a living, it was all different in Namjoon’s office. It's less hectic. Very much at peace. Only the chattering from the television was playing in the background. The news was on. Always keeping up to the current events. One that was very relevant in terms of engagement to one conversation to another.

Namjoon was known as the wise one. His wit took him in a lot of places. Impulsive sometimes. Risk taker as they sugarcoat it. Though his knowledge in architecture helped him gain more investments and projects. Catching one's interest and finding one's weakness. He built his own empire with a good strategy in mind. Gain more and lose less.

His success was his own, despite having a name from his family’s legacy. He had proven that he could stand on his own and used every resource he had to his advantage. To be respected and known as Kim Namjoon alone and not just the son of Chairman Kim Young-nim. So in terms of business and architecture, Namjoon was the guy anyone wanted to be connected to.

Tilting his head a little, Namjoon fixed his tie and then his cuff links. He smoothened the black coat that was tailored for him in his likings. And of course delivered at the exact time he demanded. Ensuring his words/demands would be met. That if one missed to adhere and meet his expectations, someone would be held accountable. And that accountability was not something to be ignored by anyone. Because one word of a Kim would either bring you down and bring you to success.

Humming, possibly satisfied with what he was seeing. Namjoon checked himself out in the mirror. Preparing himself for another conference that'll be attending next week. And yes a new suit was needed. It’s a necessity.

Namjoon was surely pleased about the fitting and much more about the material used. It felt smooth and cool to his skin. The detail that he would always pay attention to. But not much on what or which fabrics were used in particular. If it felt good to his skin then that’ll be enough for him. Fashion and all its jazz was not in his scope of learning.

“Good. This is good.” Namjoon turned and was to dismiss his secretary but his heightened senses caught something. Always picking up that scent wherever it may be. “What brings you here Jin?” He asked before Seokjin could even fully swing the door open. Brows were already furrowed. Surely troubled but whatever it was Namjoon was already too alert and shifted to get closer to Seokjin.

Ignoring such a question, Seokjin tossed a folder on Namjoon’s desk. “Sign this.” He asked irritably. Rolling his eyes when he checked out Namjoon from head to toe.

Kim Seokjin. The fashion expert. The one who reigns in the fashion industry. His company mass produces mid class and high class clothing brands. He also holds the major stocks from the city’s high end shopping district.

Seeing those gaze from Seokjin, Namjoon knew what was running in his head.

Seokjin immediately called Namjoon’s secretary with a wave of his hand. Already walking in circles around Namjoon. Eyeing every detail of the clothing that he was wearing. “Call Kim Taehyung, tell him to bring me his latest spring collection. The textile doesn’t suit Namjoon. And this color?” He dramatically sighed as if it was the end of the world. He patted Namjoon’s shoulder and helped him remove the black melton coat. “I need something light.”

“This is fine.” Namjoon whined.

Hate being interrupted but it’s Namjoon so Seokjin let it go. He just continued with his demands. “Light. Not the color! The material. And No Joon.. you sweat easily. This will be too warm and what inner are you even wearing?!”

Seokjin threw the coat on the nearby couch and began unbuttoning Namjoon’s shirt but the other stopped him. Eyes locked gaze for just a second and quickly averted one another. Cursing internally. Namjoon stepped back.

Their alphas were beginning to collide. Both wanted to take control of the situation. Seokjin got more to say and Namjoon wanted to dismiss everyone in his office. Their scents were mixing in the air. Oud and rich red wine.

Luckily the secretary was a Beta so none of these mixed scents would bother him. Namjoon smirked as if he was only giving Seokjin his reign over his business but had his mind collecting his thoughts. That his time to banter would happen any moment now.

Seokjin rolled his eyes and faced the secretary again. “Make me a list. Medium.. rich brown, caramel, vicuña is fine, cashmere is fine especially for his inner. Suit pants should perfectly match the material for its coat.” Turning his head to check Namjoon again before he uttered another word. “Navy.. blue, not deep blue, not purple blue, just the right kind. Indigo and prussian blue.”

Tapping his foot as Seokjin scanned Namjoon’s shoes. Making his annoying grunts that was keeping Namjoon on the edge of his patience. Not liking each time Seokjin looked at him with disgust though he knew it was only the clothing that he was disgusted with.

“Get me a pair of Astaire Loafer. Black. Bottage Veneta. Size 10.”

”I’m a 9.5.”

”You’ll walk a lot. Your feet will..”

Namjoon groaned. His patience was running thin. “Why are you even here?” He asked. He has been curious but gave Seokjin some time to meddle with his chosen clothes. Only because he knew the other alpha knew what he was talking about.

”That.” Seokjin pointed at the folder he left on the desk but then still not done with his obsession in dressing Namjoon according to his likings. “No ties. He doesn’t need those. Get the Getaway weekender from BV too. It’ll be perfect as his overnight bag.”

”You done meddling with my life?” Namjoon was already leaning his back on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. Watching Seokjing intently. The amused face of the other made him scoff. “Stop forcing your style on me.”

Seokjin smirked and dismissed the secretary with a wave of his hand. This banter required privacy. No weakness must be shown to others. No less dominance. Power must be maintained. They might be both alphas but they would not stand down to be equal. Though between these two, one must submit.

Taking each step closer to Namjoon, Seoking puffed his chest up, straightening his back and widening his shoulders. Gazing deep into Namjoon’s soul. He nibbled on his lower lip before he stopped a few steps away. No. Just two steps away. Close enough. Too close to take in the strong oud scent. The warm, musky and deep woody scent reached his lungs. It's luxurious. It's primal. Seokjin’s own scent was colliding. Fighting off the pheromones that’s been lingering around him. Refusing to be scented but to scent the other instead.

“What for?” Namjoon took the gap between them. He crutched his nose on how strong Seokjin's scent turned. Not the good kind. The rich deep wine, its seductive aromas of berries that layered with dark chocolate turned sour. It’s whiney and irritating like how Seokjin’s mood switched.

“Jeez you fucking stink.” Namjoon said though it was completely a lie. Because the scent was something else to him. It was not subtle. It was strong. It may be sour but he has gotten used to every variety of Seokjin’s scent. Red. Wine. Something brewed and preserved. The one you’d keep in your precious cellar. The one that you’ll only admire and handle with uttermost care.

Namjoon blinked a few times to gain back his senses. Focus on Seokjin's reason for visiting him. Keeping a straight face as he waited for an answer.

Being called for his scent reminded Seokjin of the trouble that’ll soon hit him. He rolled his eyes and took a patch from his coat pocket then pressed it on his scent gland. He totally forgot he had to wear it today as his scent was at peak. His pre-rut could not be hidden. He stepped back when Namjoon stole the other patch that he had to place on his wrist. Helping him.

“Stop! My patience is running thin!” Seokjin brushed off Namjoon’s hold. Brushing his hand on his own wrist but then darted his gaze on the folder once again. “Sign.” He pointed out.

“I can’t sign anything without discussing it first. Another deal? Another project? What is this? What’s my fair share? Present your contact Kim Seokjin.” Namjoon challenged the other alpha who seemed to be more trouble yet not showing it in his demeanor. Brows were still furrows. A piercing gaze still dug through his soul. The scent kept changing. It’s faint yet noticeable despite the scent blockers that Seokjin just wore.

Little did Namjoon know, Seokjin came prepared. He heaved some air and cursed internally as Namjoon’s scent reached his lungs for the nth time. His gut curled painfully but in a good way. He internally screamed to calm his alpha. His personal desire. To claim. Jitters. It’s all jitters. He battled in his head.

Seokjin cleared his throat. “Profit share. Consignment. Stocks. Family ties.”

“Profit share?” Namjoon asked with a smirk. Liking the offer but knew this wouldn’t be easy. “What’s the catch?” He asked.

“Not equally.” Seokjin lifted his head higher. Trying to tower over Namjoon but immediately stepped back when the other alpha held his chin. “Don’t touch me.” He hissed at the other.

“That’s not very promising. What’s my take?”

“Eighty-twenty.”

Namjoon smiled. Pleased. Though Seokjing uttered another word. “Mine is the eighty percent fool.”

“Wow. Mine is twenty percent? What kind of bargain is this? You said profit share!”

“Well that is the profit I am willing to share!” Seokjin said, picking up the folder from the desk and pushing it on Namjoon’s chest. But those eyes lingered and as he saw Namjoon clenched his jaw he rolled his eyes. “Seventy-thirty.” He offered.

“Sixty-forthy.” Namjoon said.

The profit share of sixty-forty was actually written in the contract, Seokjin just played his cards right. He smirked yet composed himself. But immediately frowned when Namjoon mentioned one thing he loved the most.

“The villa. I’ll take it.”

Glaring at Namjoon, Seokjin quickly said No and was to banter but also recalled another thing so he bargained if that’s how Namjoon would like to do. “Fine.”

Curious, Namjoon senses Seokjin’s eyes lit up. His lips were trying to stop it from twitching into a smile. “What’s in your head?”

“Take the villa.” Seokjin said. Letting a few seconds pass. Watching Namjoon’s face intently. Making sure he reigns in his victory later.

“You want something in return don’t you?” Namjoon dared to ask. Stepping into Seokjin’s space once again. With just an arm's reach. He uncontrollably released his pheromones when Seokjin’s scent became stronger. He hissed and took his wrist. “Your scent. These patches of yours are trash. They don’t do shit.” He irritably said.

Whining, Seokjin fought Namjoon’s hold but the other alpha succeeded in removing the patches. “You’re losing the point here! I have my reasons to be here! Do not get distracted now! Just sign the damn contract!” He yelled impatiently.

Namjoon shook his head no. Still not convinced of the arrangement that Seokjin was asking for. “Sixty-forty, then the villa. I want a Rolls Royce, the latest one you got. The new one from last week."

“They just delivered it!” Seokjin yelled close to Namjoon’s face. His breathing hitched. He averted Namjoon’s eyes and stepped back. “Fine fine take it.” He whispered under his breath.

Now even more intrigued, Namjoon stole Seokjin’s hand when he found him reaching for the folder. “Not yet.” He tried to stop him.

”You got forty percent of my share. My villa. My Rolls. What else do you need?”

In Namjoon’s sight, Seokjin was getting uneasy so he slowly placed his hand over his forehead. “You’re.. warm..”

”Tsk I know. I am fine. I just need this done. Sign.” Seokjin insisted. Pointing at the folder as he did not have the energy to waste anymore. He remained composed despite the bullets of sweat on his forehead and his neck. He might be warm but he could feel the chills whenever Namjoon stared at him for long. “Sign.” He repeated.

A few rings from Namjoon’s cells tear away his gaze on Seokjin yet he motioned to the couch which thankfully the alpha took a seat on. He hummed while walking to the other end of the room. Rummaging on a couple of documents he laid out. Ones that got filed up in the past three days since he had been very busy.

The irritating sound of the pages and a few things that fell on the floor made Seokjin rush next to Namjoon. “What.. why is it that your stuff is a mess whenever I come here? What are you even looking for?” He asked with a crease on his forehead. Taking some of the documents and placing them back to its folders accordingly.

“Ahh wait, I’ll take that.” Namjoon took the blue folder from Seokjin and quickly flipped through the document. “I got it.. I’ll give it..”

No room for mistakes. That’s how Seokjin was brought up. He hissed and stole the phone from Namjoon. Not letting him agree to whatever the content of the document was. “We will give you an update soon.” He said without averting Namjoon’s eyes and quickly ended the call. “Are you really going to agree without reading through this contract?!”

Anger was an understatement. Namjoon knew he should be cautious but he worked with that client before so in his defense they could be trusted. Though it’s pretty obvious that it upset Seokjin more. He tried to reason out yet the alpha reminded him of his possible loss if he would be this careless.

“Okay. I’ll review all of them later before I make a decision.” Namjoon said in a much calmer tone. “Come on. Sorry hmm.” He offered his hand. Lowering his guard down.

Both actually stopped for a moment and Namjoon could not help but hear his heart beating loudly up to his throat. He was nervous. He sighed in relief when Seokjin held his hand. “Calm down.” He reminded him.

With too much in his head, Seokjin brushed off his hand after a few seconds. “I want to add something in the contract.”

“What is it?” Namjoon curiously asked while guiding Seokjin back to the couch.

“Me.” Seokjin whispered. Pulling Namjoon’s collar, tugging him close to his face. “ I.. me..” He breathed out. “Your door..”

”It’s locked.” Namjoon said yet he swallowed hard the more he took in Seokjin’s scent. It’s too overwhelming to ignore. Especially now that they were just an inch apart. Seokjin was breathing against his lips. Warm. Too warm. His own body could soon match that heat. He swallowed once again as he watched Seokjin’s lips pursed.

Seokjin tightened his fist on Namjoon’s shirt. “Tell me. You’ll do anything that I’ll ask right? You will follow me no matter what?”

Frowning, Namjoon was to move away but Seokjin pulled him close. “It’s me or nothing Joon.”

It’s a warning, Namjoon knew it was. If he declined now, there would never be a next time. Someone like Kim Seokjin would not beg. Someone like Kim Seokjin would only take. You should not expect a return. It’s troublesome. Namjoon would be in trouble if he crossed this path or declined the offer. Whichever his decision would be, he's doomed.

Contemplating, Seokjin could see that in Namjoon's gaze. He smirked and cupped Namjoon’s face. “I should not ask.” He said. Another warning. Namjoon just closed his eyes. His hands trembled. His lungs were seeking for more air but it only had Seokjin’s scent suffocating him. He groaned as soon as Seokjin leaned close. Brushing his lips on his. Teasingly.

“I don’t beg.” The alpha whispered.

Namjoon foolishly hummed and nodded. Hands were steady on Seokjin’s waist but his alpha was screaming at him. To not submit. To not adhere. And not let Seokjin take control. He growled frustratingly because his entire being wanted to react to Seokjin’s kisses. The kiss on his lips. His cheek. His neck. “Fucckk.” He breathed out.

Liking every sound that Namjoon was making, Seokjin continued. Every kiss was like a spell. Too compelled. It’s driving Namjoon on edge. The edge that he refused to hang on.

A lick on Namjoon’s scent gland awakened Seokjin’s beast. He grabbed him closer. Eagerly licking and scenting Namjoon. Possessively scenting this alpha. His pheromones filled the room even more.

Namjoon could only lean his back on the couch. Letting Seokjin do what he pleased. He bit off the sound that he was about to make and closed his eyes. His hand unconsciously carded Seokjin’s hair. “Jin..” He moaned when Seokjin sucked his skin.

Itching. Too tempted to claim. Too tempted to bite. Seokjin pushed Namjoon only for him to hop onto his lap. He dived back into scenting the alpha again. “This.. Mine.” He whispered.

Namjoon hummed, totally giving in to Seokjin’s control. He helped the alpha as he rolled his hips on top of him. His own body could no longer deny his own carnal desire. He could feel his own bulge liking every friction Seokjin was making. He pulled Seokjin closer. Caging him into his arms.

Feeling the warmth of Namjoon, Seokjin looked up at his face. His finger traced over Namjoon’s chin. Panting. Licking his own lips. “You.. you are mine.” He uttered. Eyes not averting Namjoon’s. “Say it.”

Turning his face away from Seokjin, Namjoon refused to speak. Though his chest was rising and falling fast. His body liked every bit of their shared affection. And it was pretty obvious since he was hard as a rock.

Clenching his jaw, impatiently eyeing Namjoon, Seokjin hit his chest. “Say it!”

Namjoon coughed. Not just because of the hit but also of how strong Seokjin’s scent had become. “Shit it’s your rut talking.”

“No.” Seokjin groaned. Brushing away his hair that Namjoon messed up earlier. “Listen here. There’s no one better. No one for you and no one for me. So it’s either us or nothing else!”

Those reasoning wasn’t enough for Namjoon’s brain to consider this affair. But when Seokjin tried to move away, he quickly held his waist down.

Both groaned involuntarily. The friction was too good to ignore. So Namjoon did it again. Seokjin did it again. Gridding onto each other. Both hold tightened. Both breathing became heavier. Both scent became stronger.

“Shit.” Seokjin’s head fell back. Moving his hips faster. His precum wet him and sure could feel Namjoon’s as well.

“Fucckk.. Jin.. stop..”

“No.. no.. don’t.”

It wasn’t Seokjin’s character. Who was always composed. Always calculated. But Namjoon truly like what he was seeing. The mess that Seokjin was turning into. As messd up and fucked up as himself.

Namjoon cupped Seokjin’s bottom. Rubbing him to his crutch more and more. “I can fuck you.. if that’s what you want. I’ll do it. Fuck. I’ll do it. I’ll do what you want.”

“Good. Good.” Seokjin breathed out. He rushed into tossing his coat across the room. Namjoon joined to unbotton his shirt. “Just.. just sign after this.”

“I’ll sign. Whatever it is. Come here.” Namjoon removed his shirt and carded his fingers on the back of Seokjin’s neck. Kissing him. Devouring him. Completely losing his wit. All he could think of was to claim Seokjin. To get him messier than how he was right now.

“I need..” Seokjin pulled away a little but Namjoon could not control himself anymore. He trailed kisses down Seokjin’s chest and sucked into those perky buds.

Seokjin moaned. His whole body was trembling. Liking everything that Namjoon was doing. “Fuck.. shit..” He whispered. He moved his hips and a lovely sound escaped him.

This was different. This was all new. Seokjin has never been with an alpha. Never been this intimate with Namjoon though he always had this feeling/connection to him. His mind screamed. His alpha was becoming more greedy. He groaned. “Fuck me..”

“Are you begging?” Namjoon smirked and brushed his lips onto Seokjin’s as he uttered those words. His hands curved Seokjin’s tiny waist. “How much do you want to get fucked by an alpha?”

Seokjin whined. Getting mad and also offended. “I’m an alpha.. I’m Kim..”

“You are. But look at you. Look how drunk you are with just my kisses.”

“Look at yourself.” Seokjin pushed Namjoon. Glaring at him. “You.. you also want to fuck me. You’ll do what I want. You already commited into fucking me Kim Namjoon.”

Namjoon cursed. Because Seokjin was right. His cock was painfully tucked away but it was as hard as fuck.

“See.” Seokjin rolled his hips making Namjoon moan out loud. “You wanted this. I don’t even need to beg.” He cupped Namjoon’s face. Letting his nails slightly dig painfully on his cheeks. “I am your alpha. Do you hear me?”

“Bullshit. I’m an alpha.” Namjoon growled.

Not pleased. Not pleased at all. Seokjin held Namjoon’s neck. Eyes were piercing deep into his soul. “Or you want me to fuck you? Is that what you want? Me deep inside you? Me giving you a fucking knot?”

Namjoon’s cock twitched and Seokjin could feel it. He smirked. “That’s easy..”

“No.. no..” Namjoon rushed and held Seokjin’s hand. Slowly removing the fingers wrapped around his neck. “I don’t want that. I want.. I want to..”

“Talk clearly Namjoon. I don’t have all day.” Seokjin warned. His eyes darkened. His tone was growing impatient. “It’s you and I, just us. I won’t tell if you suck.” He teased.

“Fuck you, Seokjin!” Namjoon said, glaring at Seokjin. Hating that smile on his face. “Want me to prove myself? You want my knot so bad you’re trapping me here right now?”

“I am not doing this for nothing Kim Namjoon. You know how much I’m worth.”

Scoffing, Namjoon got reminded of the contract. “The shares. That’s what you want. I gave it to you already.”

“Not enough. I want more. I want you wrapped around my fingers.” He lifted his hand and let his fingers back on Namjoon’s neck. Tilting it a little before he splurged into Namjoon’s scent again. “And I want to walk around your office with your cum inside me. I need a hard proof for..”

“For? For what?”

“You’ll know later.” Seokjin said and smiled. Playing with Namjoon’s arms before he squeezed it tight. “Now.. should we keep talking business or you’ll go down to business?”

Namjoon was still confused but he could not ignore the desires he had. The alpha inside him wanted the alpha presented to him. This was never impossible. He knew about alphas having relationships with one another but he did not expect himself to be part of it.

“Seokjin. You’re not.. you’re not playing me right?”

Seeing how adamant Namjoon was, Seokjing left the space he invaded. “I have to go.” He whispered. He didn’t want to feel embarrassed but the more Namjoon questioned his intention the more his mood turned sour. His scent exposed how upset he was.

Rushing to his feet. Namjoon caged Seokjin into his arms. Embracing him from behind. “I’ll do it. I won’t ask anymore. I’ll be yours. I’ll do anything. Anything for you.”

Seokjin closed his eyes. He could feel Namjoon’s chest on his back. The alpha was heaving heavily. His own heart was pounding loudly. Both could not contain how their alphas were begging for them to give in.

“Namjoon I..”

“I’ll do whatever. Seokjin no one can have you. No one.” Namjoon growled possessively. Just the thought of him letting this offer pass and the image of Seokjin being with someone else drove him crazy. “I’ll be yours. Just me.”

“Good.” Seokjin let out an exasperating breath. “Sign. Then I shall be yours for the rest of my existence." He said.

Seokjin escaped Namjoon’s hold. Only to take the folder from the desk. “Don’t waste more time.” He said when he handed it to Namjoon.

Nodding, already too compelled to Seokjin’s scent. Like a potion for him to adhere and submit to whatever Seokjin requested.

As soon as Namjoon took the pen from the coffee table, Seokjin forced himself to not smile at the sight. He was never easy to please but for what Namjoon was doing he was definitely thrilled.

It did not take long until the tip of the pen hit the document. A few strokes and Namjoon completely sealed the deal.

“Happy?”

“Very much.” Seokjin said and skimmed through the document with a smile on his face. Yes the smile could no longer be hidden. “Now Chairman Kim will have to fulfill his promise.”

“Chairman? My dad?” Namjoon asked, confused.

Hugging the folder close to his chest. Seokjin walked to the other side of the room to retrieve his shirt.

“Where.. where are you going?”

The more Seokjin moved around the room, the more confused Namjoon got. He followed the other around. Even blocking his way out. “Talk to me.”

Seokjin laughed and patted Namjoon’s chest. “I have a wedding to prepare. Don’t worry. I’ll still be yours. See you next week. I have to claim my gift from Chairman Kim now. Thanks for giving me forty percent of your dad’s company. You're the best.”

“What?? What the fuck Seokjin!” Namjoon yelled.

But all this was just a tantrum to Seokjin, he kissed Namjoon on his cheek. “Dad wanted us married and we made an agreement. Although you did not read what you signed babe. It has the clause that your family will give me their company share once we agree to this union. I guess they made the right decision in making me CEO of their company, don't you think?”

“Fuck, you tricked me?!”

“Oh no babe. I already told you. Read before you sign anything right? Was I wrong here?” Seokjin asked when tracing his finger on Namjoon’s jaw. He leaned close and kissed him on his lips. The gentle pecks. “Besides, you said you’ll do anything right?”

Namjoon’s anger subsided with just a few touches and kisses from Seokjin. He grabbed his tiny waist. “Stop before I fucking break you.”

“I wanted that. But you had to spoil my mood so I guess after the union? Don’t be late. I’ll give your secretary the details, hmm?

Nodding, Namjoon could only agree again. He gave up arguing and seeing Seokjin smiling was enough for him to know that the alpha was pleased with him.

“I’ll look forward into fucking the hell out of you. For now, keep this hidden. I don’t want others seeing you this mess. You’re mine. I am your alpha anyway.” Seokjin said while fixing Namjoon’s pants. “Oh before I forget.”

Namjoon’s eyes widened as he gripped Seokjin's arms. “Shiittt..” He groaned painfully. Feeling Seokjin’s teeth deep into his skin.

“Mine.” Seokjin wiped the corner of his lips. Giddy. Proud. His alpha was very much satisfied. “You can bite me after the union.”

“Ah no.” Namjoon growled and locked the door behind him. He carried Seokjin in his arms. “I am not waiting.”

Seokjin laughed, he expected this. All this. He had it all planned out. He knew Namjoon’s weakness and he was taking all his advantages to get this alpha in his control.

“Namjoon!” Seokjin screamed when Namjoon swept away the stuff on his desk. Letting him lay his back on it. He was immediately panting. He got nervous on how Namjoon stared at him. “Listen to me! You are not being good right now!” He whined.

“Oh I am just following your orders. You wanted to get fucked by an alpha. You had been teasing me since earlier. Now finish what you started.”

Seokjin turned to pull himself up but Namjoon pinned him with one hand on his belly. “Joon.” He breathed out. He was getting too worked up. He wanted Namjoon but he had to wait what the other would do to him.

And when Namjoon unbuckled his pants with his free hand, Seokjin’s head fell back. Smiling like a fool. Liking how things were falling into place. “Joon.” He called out the other.

“I’m here.” Namjoon was as breathless as Seokjin. He knew his body. He knew his alpha. But he could not deny how aroused he was right now. He had never been this eager to anyone before. Not even to other omegas he had been with. “Shit I’m gonna fucking break you.”

“I want that. That’s what I’ve been telling you to do.” Seokjin whined and grabbed Namjoon’s hand when he was about to pull his pants down. “Do it well.” He warned. Glaring at the other. “Or else..”

“Or else what..”

“This will be the only time we will ever do this.” Seokjin said. He wasn’t kidding. If he didn’t like what Namjoon would do to him, he would never sleep with him again. “So do it well. You got me?”

Namjoon nodded. Eyes lingered on Seokjin’s for a few second before he averted from it. He quickly hunched down and from the bottom drawer he took a tube of lubricant in there.

“Why do you fucking have that ready?!” Something in Seokjin’s gut twisted. His possesive alpha was mad again. He held Namjoon’s hand. “Tell me. Are you fucking your secretary?”

“That’s none of your business.” Namjoon dared to speak but Seokjin tugged him close. “You are my business. I do not want you touching others from now on. You are mine. Only mine.”

“Okay okay.” Namjoon laughed a little. Adoring the jealous alpha. Solving this all with a kiss. And also calming Seokjin with his own scent. “I’ll be yours.”

“Exclusively.” Seokjin gritted his teeth. Still very much annoyed. “You’re spoiling my mood again.”

“Hmm sorry baby.” Namjoon said and rubbed his thumb over Seokjin’s chin. Wanting his eyes only to be on his. “Do you want me to continue?” He asked before he leaned close to kiss Seokjin on his ear down to his neck.

Seokjin wanted to curse out. His pre-rut was making him lose his shit. “Ye-yeah.” His body was trembling with anticipation. It was different when he was doing all this to Namjoon. He’s enjoying what the alpha was doing to him. He gasped when he felt a hand on his shaft.

“Joon.” Voice was shaky, even his own eyes. “Joon.. fuck..” Seokjin’s head fell back when Namjoon moved his hand. Up and down. Firm yet increasing his pace. “Shit.” He wanted to suppress his moans but he couldn’t. He’s having a fever. The fever that he could no longer control. He groaned. Whining. Wanting more. But refused to beg. “Keep going.” He demanded instead.

Namjoon smiled at the sight. Having Seokjin on his work desk. Trembling from his touch. Whining and moaning like a mess. “You’re so fucked up.”

“Don’t fucking mock me Namjoon!” Seokjin tried to move but Namjoon got the upper hand now. The alpha quicken his pace. Seokjin felt the twist in his gut. The pain that’s building up. “No..” He whispered. Not wanting to let go. Not giving Namjoon the victory. “Shitt..”

“Let go now baby. You wanted this. You like what I’m doing.” Namjoon teased.

Closing his eyes, screaming internally as his legs trembled. The hold on him was getting tighter. “Namjoon..”

“What? Are you begging now alpha?”

“No!” Seokjin yelled and glared at Namjoon. He grabbed his free hand and pulled him close. “Suck it. That’s an order.”

Namjoon blinked twice. Eyes locked into Seokjin’s gaze. “You want me what?”

“Go down and suck it. I will cum in that fucking mouth of yours.” Seokjin wasn’t kidding. He wanted to do this. He wanted Namjoon to obey his orders. “Do it.”

“But..”

“You promised to do what I..”

“Fine, fine!” Namjoon groaned. Not really complaining, just shocked at how Seokjin was still in control of him while he was already having fun seeing how much of a mess the alpha has become. “I’ll do it.”

“Okay.. just.. do it.” Seokjin watched as Namjoon slowly leaned down. He swallowed hard and he almost rolled his eyes when he felt Namjoon’s warmth. He quickly grabbed the alpha head. “Joon.”

A hum made Seokjin’s leg trembled. The humming vibrated on his cock and it felt good. Too good. More so when Namjoon bobbed his head faster. His breathing escalated once again. His gut was as painful as before. His fingers tighted on Namjoon’s hair. His moan could no longer be contained. He moan after moan.

Namjoon truly enjoyed such music. He grabbed Seokjin’s hips to keep him steady. Taking him whole. Full immersed inside his mouth down to his throat. Keeping him deep then bobbed his head. It's a rhythm that he kept repeating over and over.

More of the items on top of the desk were pushed out of the way. Seokjin kept finding an edge to hold. The heat in his body was too much. He could barely see. And it was just Namjoon’s mouth fucking him. “Joon..” He breathed out. Gasping.

“Hmm.” Namjoon gave Seokjin a verbal nod. And right at that instant Seokjin groaned loudly as he shoot his shot deep into Namjoon’s mouth. Pushing his head down to get everything deep in his throat. “Fuck.. so fucking good.”

Soon Seokjin let go of Namjoon, panting, his entire body was no longer pink but red. He tried to catch his breath. Laughing as he saw Namjoon falling back into his chair. Wiping the corner of his mouth.

“You’re tasty, baby." Namjoon humored Seokjin. He knew that look that the alpha was showing him. He wanted to be praised. “You..”

“You.. you’re amazing.” Seokjin murmured. Giving a praise to the alpha as well. They both knew each other well so it did come naturally for them to point out what the other did was good or not.

Namjoon smiled and soon rubbed his hands over Seokjin’s inner thighs. “We’re just starting, baby.”

The excitement of the two were no longer masked and controlled. They both wanted this. They both gave in to their personal desires. Their personal gain. And their personal pleasure.

They did not waste another minute. Namjoon made his way to Seokjin. Pushing his cock inside Seokjin’s hole. Stretching him with his tip.

“Shit!” Seokjin breathed into his mouth. Trembling as he felt the pain. With a burning stretch, yet too aroused to stop Namjoon. He took a deep breath and he felt Namjoon pulling out cause surely... “Ahhh..” He slammed back in.

“Take it. You wanted this. I’m obeying you now alpha.” Namjoon groaned when Seokjin became tighter around him. He forced himself to pull out and pushed back in. He did it again and again. Pouring more lubricant onto his shaft to glide inside Seokjin more.

All the sweat on their bodies escaped them. Namjoon kept pounding his hips onto Seokjin. The quenching sound filled the room. And all the corners of the room echoed each of their moans and groans. Even their growls. The alphas in them were enjoying such pleasure.

Namjoon held Seokjin’s legs up to his chest and kept his pace. Fucking the alpha good like it was an omega was laying on his work desk. He groaned when a buldge on the tip of his cock became bigger.

Shaking his head from left to right, Seokjin was more messier than a few minutes ago. His polished look was long gone. His sweat was rolling down his cheeks. His moan was becoming higher and pitchy.

“Shit.. fuck..” Namjoon groaned once again when Seokjin tried to lock him in. “Don’t fucking break me.”

“More. I need more. I fucking need more.” Seokjin was screaming at this point. “It’s an order!”

Namjoon chuckled but then slammed back in, the whole length of his cock.

“Fucck..” Seokjin was breathless. His eyes rolled on his back on how stretched he felt. The lubricant was oozing out of him too like a natural slick.

“Like me.. deep?” Namjoon push deeper. His hold on Seokjin became stronger. His own gut was starting to feel painful. That he wouldn’t ignore. He moved his hips again. “Like this?”

“YES!” Seokjin screamed.

All Namjoon’s questions were answered by Seokjin. And each answer was a yes.

The table was shaking so much the more Namjoon quickened his pace. Seokjin could only hold tightly on the desk or else they’ll break it.

“Joon.. Namjoon!” Seokjin tried to grab Namjoon but the alpha was rutting on his hole like a sick animal. Indulging too much into his carnal desire.

Another gasped from Seokjin when he felt another stretch. “Shit. Fuck it hurts!”

“Ready now baby. Take my knot. Your alpha’s knot!”

Seokjin screamed as soon as Namjoon pierced deep inside him. His sight turned white. The air was so low that he could no longer breathe normally. Panting. Lips was quivering so Namjoon cupped his face and kissed him. “So good. I was good right?” He whispered against his lips.

Nodding, Seokjin could only nod and reached for his belly. He smiled a little. “You.. if only you can get me pregnant."

“I cant but I can still make you swell with my knot.” Namjoon whispered in Seokjin’s ear before he finally moved away. Slowly freeing himself from the alpha.

Seokjin whimpered when Namjoon pulled out. Definitely trembling still. Thankfully, the other alpha guided him to take a seat. He helped wipe him clean too. He never knew this was the kind of alpha Namjoon turned out to be. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you baby. I will devote my life to you from this day forward.”

Smiling, overjoyed but not quite surprised. Seokjin never made mistakes. And proved himself right for choosing Namjoon as his mate. “Good, that’s good that we’re on the same page.”

When they were about to kiss, a knock on the door startled the two alphas. Seokjin forgot the pain he has on his lower back and rushed to put on his pants. Namjoon did the same. Fixing his shirt and his pants.

“Chairman Kim is here.” The secretary said on the other side of the door.

“Fuck! Your office is not sound proof?!” Seokjin pushed Namjoon away when he helped him fix his buttons.

“Sorry.”

Embarrassed, Seokjin tried his best to look and act normal. Breathing in and out until he could stand properly.

As soon as both were dressed and somewhat normal, Seokjin slowly went close to the door. “I forgot I will meet your dad!” He whispered to Namjoon.

“Shit. We can’t hide this. The air smells like sex.”

“We had sex you idiot!" Seokjin hissed. Hoping to be back to his normal self. He took another deep breath and opened the door. He welcomed Chairman Kim with a smile on his face. Fully clothed though missing his coat that must be left somewhere around the room. While he still tried to fix his messy hair.

Namjoon on the other hand glanced at the floor. All the stuff that shattered. He blocked the Chairman’s view of his desk. “D-dad.. what brings you here?”

The old Alpha quickly dismissed the secretary and entered the room. Not letting his son stop him. Each step that Chairman Kim took was like a loud tug on Seokjin’s heart. He approached the couch but did not take a seat. Namjoon clearly knew why. The whole scent of the room could not deny what just occurred between them.

“Ah Chairman Kim, I was— I was about to go to your office. Sorry, sorry if I— missed your call.” Seokjin patted his pocket but failed to find his phone. He lost his mind over his desire to get fucked and now could not tell where his shit were placed.

Namjoon could sense how panicky Seokjin had become from he held his hand to keep him steady. “Relax baby.” He whispered to him.

“No, you don’t understand.” Seokjin fought back and let go of Namjoon. He cleared out the space on the couch and moved the coats sitting there to another table near him. “Take a seat sir.”

“Seokjin.”

Just his name and Seokjin was already freaking out. Not his normal. Never his normal. He was a pretty confident alpha. Admired and looked up to but knowing what he did a few minutes ago? He was definitely in a vulnerable state at the moment.

“Yes sir?”

“The contract?” The Chairman asked as he took his seat. “We should not delay.”

“There’s no delay sir. Namjoon agreed. It's—It's settled.” Seokjin swallowed the lump on his throat. Sounding much better as he eased himself up. “Right?” He slightly turned to look at Namjoon.

Lost for a bit but quickly catch up, Namjoon nodded. “Yes, if its about the..”

“I will start the research as soon as possible. I’ll handle the project well as promised.” Seokjin interrupted the other alpha. Slowly gaining back his composure. Though he could not mask the scent he had on. It's all in the mix of his own scent and Namjoon, along with the hit of arousal that was still floating in the air. He shivered a little. Heat was consuming him once again.

Namjoon wrapped his arm behind Seokjin’s waist. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Again as expected, Seokjin moved out of Namjoon’s hold. “Chairman Kim, I should prepare better than this. Let me invite you to our manor. Dinner at seven. How's that sound? My parents shall be present.”

Hoping to get a yes, Seokjin smiled widely when the chairman agreed and stood up. He quickly offered his hand. “I promise to be a good fit for the company.”

Agreeing nonetheless, Chairman Kim nodded once again but this time, he turned his attention to his son. “Namjoon, you know how precious Seokjin is, you should do better.”

Scoffing, Namjoon scratched the back of his head then gently held the bite on his neck. “I will dad. Sorry about the mess here. It’s his pre-rut.”

“NAMJOON!” Seokjin yelled but bowed as he apologized to the Chairman. “My apologies Chairman Kim.”

The old alpha laughed and patted Seokjin’s shoulder when he went closer. “Skip the dinner tonight. Let’s do your proper engagement this weekend. There I should announce you as the new CEO of the company.”

“Dad!”

Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh as he accepted the offer and to what the chairman planned out for them. “I won't be late, I promise. I’ll take care of the company and this alpha right here.” He said while hooking his arm on Namjoon’s.

Losing his power was not in Namjoon’s bingo list but he knew that Seokjin would not fail his father so he eventually gave in. Entrusting everything that his family built to his mate. Just like how he promised. He’ll do anything for the alpha next to him. The only alpha he would ever lay his eyes on. His future mate. Kim Seokjin.

Cause after all, it's a win win. Isn’t it? Or Namjoon was tricked into submitting without him realizing it?

Namjoon scoffed the more he watched Seokjin and his father. Realizing that the two had planned this according to their liking and he was just there steady, composed, with a hand holding his. Controlled and calculated by the very alpha he knew who was obsessed with power.

“You got me wrapped around your fingers.” Namjoon whispered in Seokjin's ears.

“You just realized it, babe?” Seokjin flashed him an evil grin. Loving how Namjoon stared at him not with anger but admiration. Impressed, really. “Don’t worry, all were in the contract. You’ll get your fair share. Except I’ll get more. Deal with it.”

Shaking his head. Namjoon just accepted his fate. Stepping aside as his family's sole heir and being the alpha mate of Seokjin Kim. Letting him rule his life now and the rest of it.

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The End