The Beginning and the End, Alpha Omega Okane Ga Nai

Chapter Three: Black Streets, Red Light

After circling the hotel three times, Homare's instincts told him that his boss would best served by parking at the entrance and waiting with the engine running. Honed from years of working for the Kanou clan, he'd long ago learned to trust his gut in such regards.

Smoke curled up from the cigarette now held loosely between his gloved fingertips as he waited. He shifted his weight, leaning back against the idling Lexus as it sat at the Blue Lotus' entrance. Cool eyes narrowed and he shot another dark look at the disconcerted doorman, daring him to make the barest of hints that his master's car be moved. However, before he could terrorize the quaking attendant further, Homare was rewarded for following his intuition when Kanou came barreling out of the hotel.

"Kuba! Door! Now!"

The lit fag fell from Homare's fingers, forgotten even as they'd lifted it to his lips for a drag. His skills were supposed to be such, he assured himself he'd dropped his smoke at Kanou's order, and not at the sight of his boss, bare-footed and half turned okami, carrying something in his arms that was definitely not a sword.

The pungency of rage and arousal emanating from Kanou burned Homare's nostrils the second his boss emerged from the hotel. Although an alpha like his employer, his nature was nowhere near as dominant as Kanou's. Not to mention, his own bloodlines had become so diffused that his ancestors' animal form had been lost several generations prior. Even so, the hair on the back of Homare's neck immediately rose in atavistic response to the other alpha's aggression.

It was not the war scent of his master that caused his usually solid fingers to fumble, split-second, with the Lexus' rear door, however, but the one wafting off the small form clasped in Kanou's arms.

Homare bit back a gasp. He had never smelled anything so intoxicating in his whole life. He struggled to keep his spine straight and his shoulders back as pain suddenly spiked in his groin. In less than three seconds his cock had pumped itself completely full and was pulsing almost as hard as his heart.

In all the time he had served Kanou, never once had Homare entertained the notion of going against his employer in any way, but now, just for the briefest of moments, he felt his inner alpha rise up. Disregarding the fact it would be suicidal, his chest swelled with the urge slam the car door, charge his boss, and secure for himself whoever it was Kanou carried.

As if he could sense this, Kanou stopped just a few feet from the car and bared his teeth, the growl rumbling low in his throat clearly audible.

"STEP AWAY, KUBA!"

An unheard of blush pinked Homare's cheeks. If he'd had a tail, there was no doubt that it would have immediately curled under at the tone. Despite this, rather than jump immediately, he hesitated, the scent of Kanou's bundle so alluring.

Senses heightened by all the hormones, human and animal, coursing through his veins, Kanou instantly noted the pause. His voice dropped significantly in decibels but the threat it contained escalated in equal measure.

"Now, Kuba. Home. And shut the damn divider."

Homare understood his reaction to Kanou's acquisition had been a grave mistake and leapt to obey this time.

"Of course, President!"

Kanou was unpredictable under normal conditions and Homare had seen enough of his wrath to know that in this state, his boss could literally be at his throat in an instant. He moved quickly around the car, leaving the back door open. Quickly he slipped into the driver's seat, sliding closed and securing the custom-built partition separating the back of the car from the front.

Homare clenched his eyes when wave crashed over him mere seconds after his ass hit the leather. He felt his balls hitch and his cock spurt a thick, sticky warmth into his briefs.

What the hell?

Even as he listened for Kanou to climb in and close the door behind him, Homare groaned and adjusted the crotch of his slacks, his balls drawn up tight and his cock unrelenting, despite his spontaneous climax.

He grabbed the wheel with both hands, knowing that beneath the leather driving gloves he wore his knuckles were undoubtedly white. Though his face remained stoic, he glanced anxiously up into the rearview mirror. Of course, getting another glance of whatever it was that Kanou had gotten a hold of was impossible: the bullet-proof divider was tinted. The partition also silenced any noise from the back, not that Kanou often used it for that.

Homare suddenly hoped that tonight this barrier would prove odor-proof as well, because otherwise, the way that both he and his cock had reacted to the President's acquisition, he worried if he would be able to get his boss home safely.

As soon as he'd shifted Ayase into the car, Kanou climbed in after, slamming the door behind him and hitting the auto locks. The instant they were secured, the Lexus pulled forward and Kanou felt a light relief that whatever had gotten into Homare had apparently been handled.

Although he still fully intended to deal with the insubordination later, he thought might be willing to cut his trusted employee a slight bit of slack, understanding what a shock it must have been to encounter him bolting from the hotel.

Normally he allowed no one to see him when he turned, managing his shift cycles with an obsessive vigilance, knowing that as much as the change imbued extraordinary powers, it also created strange vulnerabilities. Fortunately, it was not as bad as it could have been: he had been able to regain some of his control as he'd sped through the halls. Enough so that his tail had disappeared and his now-shoeless feet were human once more. The rawness of his voice, however, had made it clear that his vocal cords were still affected.

Raising a hand to touch his face, Kanou could feel that, even now, his muzzle was still slightly elongated, his incisors extended.

Of course, if the sight of me wasn't enough to give Homare pause, there's Ayase's heat too.

Given this, the mere thought of the alpha Kuba responding to his omega's essence tore a snarl from Kanou's clenched jaw, his reasoning cut short as his okami alpha roared again.

OMEGA! MATE! MINE!

The heat scent of the unconscious teen next to him in the closed space of Lexus' back seat filled his flaring nostrils, stirring him anew. The animal in him was rising again quickly, now that it knew they were relatively safe.

Another low growl escaped him and at the sound of this Ayase shifted.

Kanou felt himself squirming uncomfortably on the plush seats, watching the sport coat he'd wrapped around the boy slip off one bare shoulder, revealing the heat-pinked skin beneath it. Kanou could feel his stiff shaft straining in his trousers, their front already stained dark with his need.

It wasn't supposed to be like this!

Unable to think of almost nothing else than being buried balls-deep in Ayase's tight, virgin ass, once again he damned the gods.

I need to get Ayase home, stow him away until this passes… Fucking Homare!… The one night he decides to drive the speed limit!

Locked into his drug induced stupor, Ayase's mind had barely registered his new owner's growls, but his heated body reacted unconsciously to the sound and to the strong alpha odors surrounding him. The heavier alpha scent he was wrapped up in, almost abrasive in its strength, stung his nose and throat. But there was another, milder, alpha scent too, beneath this one that soothed him. It was all but ingrained into the air, as if he was in the lighter alpha's den.

Eyes still closed tight, Ayase's leaden limbs trembled and flexed as he instinctively sought to climb out of the harsher alpha scent enveloping him and closer to the other. He could not have been aware that this fevered shifting only left more of his pale skin visible, an irresistible sight to the unknown alpha next to him.

Kanou kept his dark eyes fixed on Ayase, the boy's struggles to free himself from his coat striking him as impossibly erotic. Quickly losing himself, Kanou shuddered into a second orgasm, untouched. Within his soaked, too-tight trousers he felt the head of his cock swell this time after he came, not fully knotting, but enough that he knew he would soon be pushed into rut.

Fearful of this, despite how uncomfortable it was, he made no attempt to adjust himself or loosen his pants, knowing that if he did, he wouldn't stop there- that he wouldn't be able to hold back.

Up in the front of the car, Homare wasn't faring much better. It was all he could do to keep his eyes on the road. He knew now what it was that his boss had in the back.

That partition is definitely not scent proof! I'm putting a call into Hondo tomorrow and make sure that he fixes that!

While this was far from his first experience with a heated omega, he couldn't recall one ever having such a profound effect on him. Of course he'd found the scent of other omegas in bloom enticing, maddening even.

But this one… It smells different… Like…

The strangest word popped into Homare's mind, especially considering how little it usually meant to him.

It smells like… Home…

This thought caused an overpowering surge of protectiveness to fill his chest, as well as a terrible sense of fearful rage, knowing Kanou's high alpha's nature and what he was likely doing to the little omega there in the back with him.

Stopped at a red light, Homare hissed as another orgasm hit him and with it, the desire to throw himself against the glass to get at what lay behind it.

Fuck!

His reaction was so unacceptable.

I have to get the President and the… HIS omega out of this car a.s.a.p. before I and all hell break loose!

Homare put his foot to the floor and the Lexus surged out into the intersection before the light had even turned green.

Kanou barked out a curse when the car suddenly sped up after a stop. A bump in the road caused Ayase to whimper and wiggle again, the movement revealing new inches of still-covered, lean leg from under the hem of his coat and the barest hint of a rounded cheek.

Between Ayase's thighs Kanou could see, as well as scent, the glistening slick leaking from the omega's ass, the heady lubrication caused by his heat. In response his okami surged forward once more. The bones in his feet popped and, torn between lust and dread, Kanou watched them dance under his skin, aware all the while, his tail, likewise, was making itself known again.

Despite the breach in personal protocol, Kanou quickly turned and powered down the bullet-proof side windows, hoping this would lessen Ayase's pheremonal effects.

He took in huge gulps of the cool, Tokyo night air, but even the odors of wet asphalt and diesel exhaust did little to purge the omega scent from his nostrils. He tried to lose himself in counting the broken yellow lines on the surface of the black streets they sped over but his dark head whipped back, as did his furry set of ears when they suddenly caught a light moan.

Kanou's eyes grew wide at the sight that greeted him.

Ayase had all but shed the protective coat now. He lay on his back, head tipped and thighs splayed. The small buds of his nipples had swollen slightly and stood up, hard little peaks atop his flushed chest.

Long lashes fluttered as he struggled to open his eyes. His hands had drifted down between his legs and Ayase's lush white tail lay off to the side, revealing a weeping pink hole. Above this, delicate fingers, dewed with slick, squeezed heated flesh. One small hand kneaded his balls, the other rubbed over his dripping cock that, now fully-filled, was surprisingly large.

"Please… So… Hot…"

At the unabashed wantonness in Ayase's tone, the sight of him presenting himself so openly, Kanou felt his hackles rise. His thirty-thousand yen shirt split at the shoulders as they broadened and grew thick with black fur.

In an instant, he was atop Ayase, the heat of the small body beneath him immediately palpable, even though his clothes. It sent Kanou's blood into a boil. His long muzzle nuzzled up under Ayase's barely-downed jaw. Hungrily, his tongue flicked out, tasting sweet heat and salty sweat as it licked across collarbones and up the slender neck.

OMEGA!MARK!MINE!

Lips curled back and okami Kanou bared dangerous teeth, jaw widening slightly to take the pale throat beneath it when Ayase bucked his hips up against a clothed thigh.

"Please…" Ayase's blue eyes blinked open for only a moment, their unseeing gaze clouded with lust and drugs.

"Please… I need… unh… Help me…"

The gentle pleading sparked something held deep in Kanou's human half, but not nearly as strongly as looking into those hazy blue eyes. Okami or not, Kanou pushed back with a grunt, like he'd been punched.

How long had he watched and waited?

The trembling boy under him had saved him once and he'd committed himself to repaying the favor and, regardless of what Ayase Yukiya was asking for, this was not the way.

Kanou's aching cock twitched and wept in frustration. It took every ounce of strength that he had, but rather than ravage the little kitsune omega, Kanou instead slid himself back as far away as the bench seat allowed, moving carefully as if he was locked in with a viper and not with a naked, once-again-unconscious, nineteen year-old boy.

Wrapping his large hands in the seldom used shoulder strap of the safety belt, Kanou twisted it viciously around his wrists, a makeshift restraint, the bite of the strap a reminder for himself. Despite the Lexus' obvious and ever increasing speed, he growled a low and continuous string of curses at Homare for how long it was taking to get them to his home.

Homare had called ahead to the attendants at the luxury hotel where Kanou resided in a special penthouse apartment. His voice was so husky with want, it had been unrecognizable and he'd had to confirm that week's code words three times to convince the jumpy hotel staff to obey.

Despite the hassle, he was grateful to see the barrier arms to the underground parking lot raised as the Lexus darted down the ramp past the guard's kiosk and even more, when he screeched to a halt at the penthouse's private elevator, finding an attendant waiting there, shifting nervously, the door held open.

Before Homare could get out of the car and around, the back door flew wide and Kanou dashed out, his arms filled once again with his coat-wrapped bundle. Rising stiffly from the car, his groin throbbing, Homare caught his boss' eyes just before the elevator doors whisked closed. Kanou's pupils were so dilated that they looked completely black, his wolfen face made his usual scowl even more terrifying.

"Get the car cleaned and send other Kuba up! I want a guard… Not You!… Outside my door all night!"

Homare had dipped at the waist in submission a second after he'd made eye contact. He held his low bow until he heard the bell sounding the elevator's ascent. He'd anticipated Kanou's orders and his brother, Misao, was already on his way from the office. While Homare understood completely why Kanou had said it, even so, his chest clenched painfully when his master ground out, "Not You!…" in such an animalistic tone.

Straightening, Homare cast one last glance at the elevator. While his face was unreadable, inside he was stunned by the strong emotions that filled him. He could not tell whether they were for the loss of his master's approval or the stirring omega. This bothered him because he most always knew exactly what it was that felt, which was generally little outside of his duty to Kanou.

Limping a bit as he rounded the car to close the door Kanou had left open, Homare pulled out a new cigarette and lit up. His balls ached fiercely and he knew that his cock would scream at him like the devil tomorrow for being denied its knot. However, he'd already decided that though it would bring him some relief, he wouldn't touch himself for the rest of the night. He would forgo any further release: self-punishment for his lapse in control.

At least that was what he thought, until he stuck his head into the back of the Lexus to see the extent of the mess his boss had left for him. For the second time that night, Homare dropped his cigarette. The scent of Kanou's new omega hung thick and sweet in the air, easily detectable despite the other alpha's heavy odor, warning that he was pre-rut.

Homare crushed out his fallen fag with the tip of his shoe. He pulled off one of his driving gloves and his long fingers took up the strap of the shoulder harness. His eyes flickered with confusion as he traced the frayed edges here, and then picked up another piece from the seat that had clearly been…

Chewed through?

Curious now, he pushed father in, his knees resting on the seat. He reached for another scrap further away and drew back with a start when his fingers grazed something wet. Homare's eyes widened as he rubbed his thumb over his glistening fingertips. He lifted them to his nose and his eyes shut in bliss.

The omega's heat slick…

The scent literally dropped him to his knees and his mind filled with images, that, while far from sparkles and cupids, were nonetheless, for him, ridiculously lovely: not Kuba-type images at all. Homare bit back a groan as his body shuddered forward, coming again for the third time that night.

Opening his eyes a gasping thirty seconds later, he found himself face down on the seat, just inches from the cooling puddle of omega essence his fingers had skimmed. The fragrance here was so rich and so pure he found he couldn't help himself. Even though his rational mind was screaming at him, Homare's primal instincts overrode not only his sense of decorum, but of self-preservation as well.

The tip of his tongue extended and pressed against the damp leather.

Within him, his internal alpha roared with pleasure, the slick, ambrosia to his animal senses. What's more, there was no bitter taste of alpha mixed in. Homare was horrified with how the realization that the omega might have left the Lexus untouched filled him with hope. He was equally appalled with what it meant that his employer had restrained himself.

"Oi…"

This single syllable, uttered in a too familiar monotone, crashed into Homare's hormone addled skull like a bullet. He shot up, pulling out of the back seat simultaneously, managing to crack the back of his head on the doorframe in the process.

Once free, he turned to see Misao regarding him, possibly with amusement, though given how expressionless his twin was, even he sometimes had difficulty discerning his brother's mood.

"About time you got here!" Homare's tone was sharper than it needed to be, but he was keenly aware that he was now standing before his Kuba brother, the front of his trousers stained from multiple orgasms, wondering if he'd been witnessed licking the seats of the Lexus.

Misao quirked one brow at his twin. "If the President needs a guard at his door it must have been an interesting evening."

He withdrew a pack of smokes from his pocket and tapped two out, lighting them both up simultaneously, allowing his brother to gather himself. After getting the two fags caught, he held one out to Homare.

"Did he get the sword?"

Homare tried to appear nonchalant as he slipped out of his coat, folding the jacket over his forearm and draping this over the front of his trousers. He took the cigarette and pulled on it deeply before at last shaking his head.

"No… he got... something else…"

A slight tip of his head to the side was all Misao offered to show his interest.

"An omega…" Homare supplied after another drag. "In heat…"

"Oh?"

While in physical appearance there was virtually no telling the two Kuba brothers apart, when adolescence had hit them it had quickly become apparent that twins had one significant difference. While Homare presented as a low alpha, Misao had emerged a high beta. As such, he would have no reaction to their boss' new acquisition, at least nothing like Homare's alpha biology.

"Better get up there then."

Homare nodded in agreement, eager to get away from his brother's cool, evaluating stare. All he wanted right now was go drop the car at Hondo's, clean up himself, and find a quiet place to regroup before facing Kanou the next morning. Or at least, this is what he was telling himself, when really he was internally overcome with aches in all sorts of unexpected places at the thought of leaving the parking lot, knowing that the omega was here, thirty stories above him.

Worried that somehow his brother might sense this, he held in a sigh of relief when Misao soon stepped away, heading to the elevator.

He'd just shut the Lexus' rear door and began to move around, back to the front when Misao turned back and called out.

"Brother!"

"Eh?"

"This omega the President got... If he bonds with it, knowing how he is with what he considers his property… I imagine the fish in Tokyo Bay will be fat by New Year's.

"That means we'll need to do our best to keep the President at ease and bodies out of the Bay. Yes?"

Homare's right eye ticked in response to Misao's cloaked meaning.

"Of course. Kanou-sama is my first priority."

He felt his stomach tighten as Misao nodded quietly offering as he turned away again.

"Mine too."

Casually as it was said, there was no mistaking Misao's warning.

Third chapter up. Thank you for all the reviews and the new alerts and favorites. They please me immensely.

This chapter might have taken an unexpected turn for some of you, but I relish a triangle and I've a soft spot for Homare X Ayase. Those of you KanouXAyase die-harders, have no fear... I've some plans for these boys, but you'll have to wait and see what.

Also, as the wonderful Black Flamingo brought up in her rocking review last chapter, I have rather set the stage here for the possibility of an MPREG here. This is generally a big part of many alphaXomega fic but I am not always keen on that aspect. So, I'll throw it out to you, my dear readers... To be or not to be MPREG? that is the question. Of course, it won't occur right away, but if it appeals to enough of you, I'll make it happen... Or more correctly, most likely Kanou will make it happen.

Speaking of Kanou... next chapter is uke ravishing with feral overtones. Hope you're up for it.