There wasn't much that brought Killian a trace of joy in life: great food, a good night's sleep he didn't often get because of his insomnia and a satisfactory fuck.
Damian was often the one responsible for the last part. There was never a sense of exclusivity between them nor did Killian view him like an actual partner. They were using each other and that was the end of it. At least from the alpha's perspective.
Damian was hired as a spy for him by Lucrezia since she adopted Killian. He was the son of her sister who died overdosing on stimulant medicine. Killian's mother was a weed omega who was selling her pheromones for drugs. Lucrezia took him under her wing after she found out the boy was an alpha. She made Damian report any details of Killian's activity since his first day as her "son" when the man was barely fourteen.
Killian noticed Damian's sly comments and subtle flirting with him and decided that if he was gonna be used like that, he might as well get something in return. So, sometimes, Killian fucked him. Not because he couldn't find partners or because he felt anything for the omega, but as a token of revenge for the strict and abusive "care" Aunt Lucrezia provided him.
As for Damian, he never really took his rendezvous with Killian with the same ease as the alpha did. He couldn't control the alpha, at least not yet. So he turned a blind eye to every affair and any new omega that entered Killian's life. He knew they were only temporary and, even if for now he was just a booty call, he would always come back to him. So the fact that Killian's clothes were stinking with a toxic omega's pheromones and the man was already fully throbbing hard when he stepped into his office, didn't affect Damian that much.
That was until Killian groaned Luther's name while shooting his load down his throat, Damian's night was ruined.
Killian invited the omega inside. They followed their regular routine. He sat down in his chair and threw his suit jacket on the floor. Damian kneeled on it and opened the pants zip with his mouth.
As the frail man started to wrap his tongue and move his jaw in an up-down motion, Killian closed his eyes and dreamed about Luther. How would he do it? What would it smell like?
-Control your pheromones, grunted frustrated Killian.
The command was not something unusual. He would ask things like that if he had somewhere to go after he was finished with him. It struck Damian as odd given the fact the alpha was already smelling like someone else, but he paid no mind to it. He focused on mouthing the whole shaft, tightening his throat and gulping every drop of precum Killian offered him.
But in Killian's mind, he wasn't offering anything to Damian, but Luther. He imagined how the omega would try to fit all of him inside his mouth, but fail suffocating instead. He would stubbornly keep it fully inside his throat while looking annoyed, yet struggling. Just that image of Luther helpless- tears in the corner of his eyes, small ripping at the corners of his mouth to comfortably accept all of him, saliva pouring unconsciously wetting not only the alpha's pants, but pouring down to the slightly opened omega's shirt, but urging to not let Killian escape from his jaws was enough to stir him near the edge.
As Damian fastened the rytm of his mouth, Killian grabbed the back of his head forcing him to swallow him whole and keep him in his throat before thrusting violently, making the poor man struggle to free himself for a sip of air. Unsuccessful since Killian wasn't paying any type of mind to him, being too busy fantasizing about doing that to Luther. How his purple eyes would gaze at him angry and scared, how he would whimper begging for the right to breathe, how he would drink everything up without a choice, how his load would pour down his throat, how he would wipe his dick on his lips at the end and Luther lick defiantly the semen and saliva to clean himself.
Killian cummed shaking violently, finally letting Damian breathe. But the omega's breath was left stuck in his throat just like Killian's hot load by the name the man groaned while climaxing.
-Luther…
After savoring the ecstasy seconds left by the newfound release, Killian closed his pants zip and helped Damian back on his feet. Damian refused his helping hand and got up by himself.
-Sorry, said dryly Killian. I was rough. I had a long day. I'll buy you something nice as an apology.
-It better be expensive, scoffed Damian.
Killian chuckled.
-Make me a list.
-Oh, big budget this month?
-I didn't mean a wish list with gift ideas. I need a list of all the weeds that we are experimenting on, with all the researchers and whoever knows about the new drug development.
Damian wasn't only a spy and a booty call, he was also the one responsible with all the omegas that played the lab rat part in Killian's company.
-Problems?
-Maybe.
If Clara was the leak inside then the rest of the people on Damian's future list should be clean. "Better doubting strangers than your own family" thought Killian. It was a small ray of hope, but it would be too painful not to cling to it.
-I'll have it ready before Monday morning.
-Good boy. I'm also gonna need two hallucinogens and the new and improved form of the "drought" -the new drug.
-Big plans for tonight?
-I'm about to win the country over, chuckled Killian.
-Your apology better be good, scoffed Damian leaving the office.