Crumbs for the Rat King

Benin/Isaac Part 1

Tags: Omegaverse, fake beta, heat suppressants go a awry, alpha x omega, sort of divorced, slick is an aphrodisiac

Ever heard of the expression, don't shit where you drink? A younger version of Isaac hadn't. Back then a lot of things had been simpler, though. But adult life with work and home to complicate things changed it. And now he found himself face to face with his soon-to-be-ex-husband, currently berating him for late work.

"Isaac, you've got to know better. This is an important client. It's why I gave them to you." Benin ran a hand through his hair. Isaac pondered if Benin always sounded like this, or if it was worse at this point in his cycle.

"I know. Mistakes happen. You and I, for instance." Isaac gestured vaguely, growing proud of how angry a red Benin's face had become.

Benin gave a prolonged sigh before standing from his desk in front of Isaac, twisting on heel to face the window instead of dignifying that with a response. "I'm not going to argue. Get it done."

"Yes, Sir." Isaac emphasized. He stood, making a show of dusting off his pants before he was off, papers in hand.

It hadn't always been this way. What felt like millennia ago, the two had been hopeful law students. Equals. Isaac supposed it was natural that an Alpha would be promoted over a Beta, but even that sent him raging. Never mind if they knew the truth— an Omega taking suppressants was sure to cause a stir among the Alpha clientele, who liked to keep their Omegas plump, pregnant, and at home.

Isaac all but collapsed into his chair, pinching the bridge of his nose. It had to be the new suppressants he was on. His old ones hadn't worked since he and Benin separated, and it had been trial after trial for one with acceptable side effects and high effectiveness. Some were worse than others, but altogether hadn't worked to properly suppress his heats. He hated how animalistic it all was, envied Betas for their body's common sense. He'd had to take time off here and there. His work had slipped. He supposed he would have been fired already... if not for his soon-to-be-ex-partner.

Benin was the understanding one. Falling for a Beta, having the rugged pulled out from under him when Isaac confessed his truth to him. Acceptance. Even if they had grown apart— work hours keeping their time together to sleep and the bare minimum— Isaac still knew Benin had his bright spots. He covered for him and understood his situation, something a lot of Alpha would have immediately outed.

"You're looking awful, Isaac." A coworker spoke up. Isaac opened his eyes, only to realize his vision came in and out of focus. "Your face is all flushed. You alright?"

It was only with the Beta's mention that Isaac grew alert, further heat rising to his face. He was trialling a new suppressant, and the embarrassment of feeling something wet along his boxers as he moved his thighs answered his question. This one was worse than ineffective— he felt no different than before he'd had any medications. "I'm fine." Isaac swallowed the lump in his throat. "Sorry, I might be coming down with something." He stood.

"At least wear a mask." His coworker wrinkled his nose.

"Right." Isaac was glad Betas couldn't detect his scents. He made quick, short strides to the washroom, sweeping himself into a stall. He shut the door and sat down, ears ringing as he snatched up the packet in the pocket of his pants. His hands trembled noticeably as he nearly lost a pill from popping it out of the packaging too forcefully. It was hard to dry swallow when his throat felt even dryer than usual. He aired his shirt out, unsure if the sweat was from anxiety or something else. He sat on the toilet a while, internally willing this pill to work. He'd been too stubborn— his doctor had warned him that trialling something ineffective so close to this phase in the cycle could cause issues if it didn't work.

He felt the heat settle down in his stomach. Sighing, he stood, about to pull up his boxers, only to jolt. His thighs brushed together, slick dripping down them unceremoniously. He was far too sensitive at the cold air, the slick, the sensitivity that was growing. It took his willpower and more not to reach back and fondle around. He had to go home. He sucked it up and did what he could for the wetness that only seemed to flow more and more, yanking up his boxers and pants before fleeing the washroom.

Maybe a coworker spoke to him? It was a blur. Hot. Hot. Needy. Did someone call his name? His thighs rubbing together jolted him, embarrassingly at half mast by the time he was out of the firm and onto the streets. He was too self conscious as he beelined for his car. He fumbled in a pocket for his keys, large pockets allowing him access... He practically collapsed against his car as he pressed his front against the cold metal. It gave him no relief as he dragged his hand up and down his member through his loose pants. He panted, hot breath clouding the cold air. A last moment of willpower, he yanked out his car keys, only to gasp and scramble when he sent them flying... right into the sewer grating. If he wasn't red already, he'd have become a tomato on the spot. Embarrassment, fear, and painful arousal gripped him as he fled the scene, seeking out somewhere... safer.