Kirk Rooks was one of the up and coming and most recognized brands when it came to Omega fashion. His luxury collars for the 'modern Omega' screamed 'Mate me please!' and 'Don't you wish you could bite me!'. Or at least that was what all the magazines proclaimed. Kirk Rook himself would never be so bold to say that about his own brand. Humbleness attracted more business than ostentatiousness, no matter how true it was.
After finally opening up his first brick and mortar, business had been booming, even if it was stationed in middle America. Expansion was in his near future. Kirk Rook, as most Alpha's do, always got what he wanted.
And so today, like any other day, his business was teeming with Alpha's and rich overprotective parents bringing their Omegas in for collars. The atmosphere in his storefront was chic, modern, splashes of color against pure white and all sharp edges and clear glass. Collars from his most prestigious lines to his newer bolder looks hang on the walls and on mannequins imported from overseas. His staff, the best of the best when it comes to customer service in fashion, Kirk himself never needed to be on the sales floor. But how would he stroke his ego otherwise?
People always fawn over meeting 'the artist' or 'the genius' behind the brand. They always want to know what was his inspiration, his passion for making high end fashion for those that were on the lower end of the gender spectrum. Kirk Rook will be the first to tell you that mystery sells more goods and buys more customers than the truth ever will. But every Alpha knows the truth. If you like it then you bite it or put a collar on it. There just so happened that there can be money made off of that saying.
Said 'artist' is in the middle of talking to a rather wealthy looking pair of Alphas, when the chimes of the door opening catches his attention for a mere moment. A couple walks in, so striking, Kirk can't help but gravitate towards them. The Alpha is tall, dark, and handsome; albeit tattooed which gave him a rugged edge. The Omega is thin, fair, and has the air of an angel; lofty and undisturbed. He is so enamored by them he disregards the dog that accompanies them entirely.
"Well hello there," Kirk drawls out, addressing the Alpha, "How can I help you today?"
"We are looking to get a collar." he replies back, his voice rolling over Kirk's senses like silk. Even as a fellow Alpha he had to admit this man was a fine specimen indeed. What a lucky Omega he has.
"Ah, yes," he leads them over to the display wall, "This is my latest collection, Color Pop, you might have seen it on the runway recently. Bold, bright, and glamorous is the trend this season. "
"What do you think?" the Alpha says to his Omega.
How bold! Letting the Omega pick out it's own collar! The blonde scans the wall of colorful masterpieces, but ultimately makes a face and shakes his head.
"Do you have anything less...obnoxious?"
Kirk's face twitches.
Obnoxious?! The nerve! However he has an image to uphold, so he forces a smile and leads them to one of his other product lines.
"How about these? They are more geared towards those that want to keep a low profile, but want the added luxury of a Kirk Rook collar."
The Omega walks closer to the display, his dog trotting close beside him. It seems like the man's attention has been caught by a dark maroon leather collar, accented in gold. He leans in closer and runs his fingers over the intricate filigree and floral stitching that made this collection a smash hit when Kirk Rooks first hit the market. Kirk also doesn't fail to see that it is one of the few collars he makes that features a lock on the front. Maybe this Omega did have some taste after all, if anything his Alpha knew how to keep him submissive.
The blonde looks at his Alpha, as if in search for approval.
"Really? That-that one?" the Alpha stutters out.
How odd...
"Yeah, definitely this one. Can we try it on?" the Omega asks Kirk.
"Of course."
Kirk goes behind the counter and grabs one of the collars along with the key. He holds it out for the Alpha to take. It was against his policies to put collars on Omegas. Most Alphas were very territorial over what was theirs and wanted to collar their Omega's themselves. The Omega takes the collar from his hands.
Shocked, Kirk can't believe what he is seeing.
That dangerously handsome Alpha leans forward, his face absolutely beet red as his Omega laces the collar around his neck. He fastens the gold lock in place, but not before running his dainty fingers over the collar and down his neck to where Kirk can just barely see...teeth marks!?
The blonde stands back, an "It looks great on you" leaving him like his breath was just taken away.
"We'll take two." the Alpha mumbles, eyes not leaving his companion.
What was going on?! Kirk has to continue to stand there dumbfounded as the Omega puts his own collar on, checks himself out in the nearby mirror, and then pulls the Alpha to the register. An Alpha wearing an anti-bite collar? Was the world going mad?!
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"It honestly does look really good on you." Tiza says, the weird thrill of putting said collar on Aosh has yet to leave even as they walk around the rest of the high end mall.
When he first heard Aosh's request he was stunned speechless too! What kind of Alpha would want to wear a collar? Apparently his Alpha. For solidarity's sake, of course, Aosh made sure to remind him more than once. When Aosh mentioned he wanted to get Tiza a new collar too, Tiza felt even more embarrassed than when they were intimate the day before. Buying an Omega a collar was old school courting!
Tiza might not have verbally confessed that he was in love with Aosh yet, but he thinks part of Aosh must know. Why would he buy him a collar otherwise, he was obviously upset he was still wearing Valencia's collar and wanted to claim Tiza as his own. Out of all the things Aosh has done, this was by far the most Alpha.
"It's itchy." Aosh pulls at the edge of the collar, but because of its purpose it barely comes away from his neck.
"Don't complain, I've had to wear one most of my life you know. These are actually comfortable comparatively. And plus I have the key," Tiza jingles both sets of keys in his hands, "So if you want it off you have to be good."
Aosh nods his head and Tiza laces their hands together as they continue to pass by shops. His gaze follows down to where they are connected, where Tiza's fingers gently cling to his own. Aosh has been conflicted since last night. He doesn't know what he and Tiza are.
Friends? Friends with Benefits? 'Lovers' doesn't even make it into his brain, it was out of the question. The Omega seems content now, with a new collar and his sexual frustrations vented. All Aosh can hope now is that things go back to the way they used to be. Because if they don't, Aosh feels like his heart is going to be torn apart.