The fit was simple, skin tight and clung to the curves and dips of his body, and it seemed a lot less glittery now that it was on Altair. The scales fell into the dips of his body, curving sleeve-less around his arms. And somehow it stretched to cover his belly, ending at the tips of his pants as if it could grow.
But her brow rose to her hairline at the collar he'd hidden from her view, now revealed to her eyes as laced fingers parted and fell to his side. Wrapped around his neck were straps of leather, buckles, and padlocks of strung pearls and gold. And then gemstones inlaid to form the word 'Rue's' on the print, glittering like stardust and moonbeams. He cocked his head, revealed his neck, his scent glands—smothered in her name and locked away as her property.
He arched, waiting.
God fucking damn it.
Altair pouted, leaned forward, neck stretched, seduction cooking, acting all demure and pure as if he didn't just try to seduce her in the most archaic way possible. One that she was sure would have some weaker Alphas creaming in their pants, and tongue fucking his mouth in seconds, teeth digging against his neck.
A collar with a name was an old-time kink, an accessory that Alphas loved to see on an Omega. It was the equivalent of defiling a virgin Omega on their wedding night, as good as seeing blood trickle out of a wet, juicy cunt or an asshole break. It was a representation that an Omega was theirs and theirs alone. For it was submission at its maximum, the providing of his body in its entirety.
It was like Altair grinding his ass over her fake dick, fluttering asshole kissing the rosy pink of a throbbing cockhead. It was as if Altair had spelled out, promised and signed that he would play Omega just for Rue. This was an Alpha's best beg for sex. It was foul play— a sinful and most audacious 'fuck me'.
And on an Alpha as possessive and as hotheaded as Altair? It should do the trick, should make the average Alpha melt into goo and plow him to the ground. It was too bad he was doing this for Rue. Rue, who'd much rather see him wearing a cock cage.
"What do you think, Alpha?" He whispered. The sound was almost a moan in his throat. The timbre in his voice was heavy, breathier, a quiet groan escaping him as if she were kissing the head of his dick. And they were almost ready to fuck. She blinked. He knew better.
Rue scoffed. "Seriously? I can see your nipples."
She glanced away to the window, feigned boredom when really she was hyperventilating. Her insides burned, pussy clenching. There was only so much she could do when an Alpha attempted to seduce her and, with one so heavily trying to be an Omega for her, it was maddening. And her Omega loved it. There was a fucking stampede thundering deep in her pussy. Her body hummed, slick saturating the cup wedged deep inside her.
"Fuck," Altair groaned, hiss twisting from gritted teeth. He pulled his turtleneck over his head like a sore loser, embarrassment clouding his eyes. "I reserved this outfit for you! For your body type! For your colour!" He heaved, rage colouring his cheeks. "AND THIS? IT WAS FUCKING CUSTOM-MADE—"
"Thanks, I guess," Rue nodded. "Ah, Hal?" She drawled, a side-glance at the alien animal and he perked up from the slow suckles of his lips on the rim of the glass. He sat up straighter, clarity entering his eyes as if she'd caught him lost in thought, all Bambi with wide, earnest and dewy eyes. "What do you think?"
Halcyon squeaked. "T-the collar?"
"The shirt."
"Oh," Halcyon licked drying lips, cleared his throat. "It's really good quality—"
"Buy the outfit for Halcyon," she pointed out with a wave of her hands as if she were the owner of the credit card. "And don't do that again, it's not you." Altair stiffened, but his tentacles drooped, watery and liquid like tears. He folded like a house of cards, falling to his knees. She ignored him because she was a mean bitch.
"Y-you want me to wear this?" Halcyon blushed, mouth open to form an adorable 'o'. But he took it with the brightest beam, teeth showing, eyes sparkling. "I-I won't forget this kindness." His eyes sparkled, and Rue felt as if she were acquiring an upper hand. For he was acting as if she'd just given some kind of godly blessing. "You're the best."
"Just take it Hal," she rubbed her nose, felt the burn in her cheeks. He was so much nicer when he wasn't crazy angry and harping on about being her stalker. She quite liked him like this, at a distance, respectful and always thankful. "You look like you'd appreciate it."
"Oh I do," he nodded eagerly, flushing carnation pink with joy. "I'll accept any gift from you." She frowned at that, and he corrected himself, shy and almost unsure. "I'll give you some of my clothes if you like. I've got lots of soft things. You can raid my closet. There's a couple of oversized Ts you might prefer since tight fits aren't your thing. They're barely worn, it's just a little small for me—"
"Oh?" her smile widened, heart softening. She'd always appreciate an attempt for barter with all that he had. She understood the struggle, truly, and she knew Halcyon would only give her his best in exchange. "Sweet. Now we're talking. I'll take two." This had a smile blossoming across Halcyon's face, a twitch of his nose that reminded her of the little bunny he once was. Rue reminded herself that this was an Alpha with a crush and that she had to keep her distance.
"It has his scent on them!" Valentino blurted out, wide-eyed and aghast. "You'll smell scented! You've always hated scenting—You've never allowed me to touch your glands the entire time we've known each other—"
"I'll wash them out Valentino," she rolled her eyes. "And we're roommates. Smells get everywhere. Our bed's two fingers apart. It's not his fault it's small. I'm rolling in his scent. I'm fucking drenched in it."
Valentino bristled, almost roared out the words with crazed flecks of red in his eyes. "IT'S HIS FUCKING FAULT—" She shot him a strange look, and Valentino snapped his mouth shut, folding his arms. A narrow of her gaze and he was looking away indignant, reminded of how he'd gone just as mad in her presence once and torn up her arms. "You're awful."
"It's the fucking truth," she pointed out. "It's not my fault."
"This is a nightmare." Altair scowled, flung the fabric at Halcyon with a snappy tut.
He seemed alright, shaking just a little with a haughty sniff, but she knew his ego had taken a hit. And he couldn't do a thing because the big bad wolf, Halcyon was here with her. Else he'd have his tentacles rummaging down her pants. Rue supposed there were benefits to having a powerful Alpha Esper sidekick.
"This is the tenth outfit that we've picked out for you that you're giving to Halcyon, Rue." Altair regarded her carefully. "Are you sure you're not interested in anything of value?" His smirk was wide and angry. "Something you'd like to sell off for cash, because trust me, I'm not going to hand cash out to you. I don't even have any cash or credit to transfer. I've only got plastic that gives me access—"
"Well, can I sell any of the clothes you've just offered to me?" she raised a brow.
Altair sniffed. "There's only a few in this world who can afford—"
"Precisely. I know what sells, and these brands? I've never heard of them. So I'll just take…" Her eyes swayed to the catalogue that offered free shit for every ghastly purchase. "Seven of these free shirts and pyjamas. Do you think they'll have something that's easy to wash?" She raised a brow. "Or something I don't have to wash at all?"
"You've got to be joking," Altair blurted. "You broken cock monster."