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first Yu Yu Hakusho fic! written for @diaphanous-dianthus's birthday :DDD

A/B/O AU with omega!Sakyo x female!omega!reader

Warnings: smut, slight dub con, fingering, mentions of death, power imbalance, a lil bit of creepy behavior from both Sakyo and reader

Word Count: 9.9k

There was a singular scent in the air, one that grew stronger with every passing moment while footsteps could be heard coming closer down the echoing halls of the manor.

You, along with every other servant in the dining room, were able to tell immediately who it was – it was policy for all servants to cover their scent glands with blockers. So the only person who could have been approaching was your employer.

Upon realizing that fact, all of you rushed to finish setting up the space for his breakfast before hurrying to your places at the far end of the room, standing still in line with your hands folded in front of yourself. Your employer's morning meal was covered by a silver dome that sat at the end on the long hardwood table, and the double doors of the dining room were left wide open.

All that was left was for him to enter.

Something that would happen soon based on the footsteps grew louder on the polished hallway floors and the natural scent of his that grew stronger.

You found your gaze drifting as you waited, your eyes going over the other furniture and the few art pieces that had been placed on the walls. Literally everything within the room – and the home – was more expensive than what you got from an entire year's salary.

It was excessive, all of it. The opulence of the décor, the large manor and the grounds beyond it – none of it was truly needed, and certainly not by a single man. Anyone who spied into the home would assume that it was simply a case of the owner flaunting his wealth for the many guests that surely came through the doors for meaningless visits. If the owner had been someone else, that may have been true. But not for your employer. Though you were only a servant who observed him from a distance, that sort of thinking didn't feel as though it fit with what you knew of his character.

Certainly not when his most frequent visitors were demons.

As you sensed him drawing nearer, you found yourself adjusting your posture, straightening yourself in a subconscious effort to be more presentable. From the corner of your eye, you noted that the others were doing the same.

There was temptation to smooth out a few wrinkles in your maid apron when you glanced down at yourself, but as you heard his footsteps from just beyond the room, you made yourself stay still. That seemed to be a good call, as a mere moment later, the man in question stepped through the open doors of the dining room.

Sakyo.

Standing tall and with his long black hair once again flowing freely over his shoulders, Sakyo entered and walked towards his seat without fanfare or any sort of acknowledgment to the gathered servants. As usual, he was dressed in one of his black suits, but even with his attire that had no doubt been expensive, your gaze only flitted over it briefly before you found yourself looking once again at the thin, angled scar that ran over his right eye and down his cheek.

It brought a certain sense of mystery to him, and no doubt many had wondered how he had gotten such a scar.

Just as they no doubt wondered how Sakyo had gained the power he held within the criminal underworld, all while being an omega.

Most people who took seats in the underworld and criminal organizations like the Black Black Club were alphas – or at least, they made themselves appear to be, generally by dousing themselves in artificial scents and applying blockers to their scent glands, all in the hopes that such efforts would gain them automatic respect. Such a thing was common even outside of the underworld, because if there was one singular fact that was true no matter what the circumstance, it was that alphas were the most respected out of anyone.

No matter what setting, be it within the workplace, the messy world of politics or even in a casual gathering, it was the norm for alphas to be the ones at the center of attention. They were looked upon as leaders, as beacons to guide those around them. That was the way things had been for centuries, after all. The alphas were the leaders, and everyone else – the betas and the omegas – they were expected to go along with what those alphas said.

Yet within the world your employer operated in, a cutthroat environment where flesh was bought and sold and rank was made even more important, causing those who hadn't been lucky enough to be born an alpha did everything to appear that way, Sakyo didn't bother with such things. No blockers, no artificial scents; he simply allowed the fact that he was an omega to be known to any and all.

What the other staff and those in organizations such as the Black Black club felt about the omega and his actions were unknown to you, but whenever you thought about your boss, you found that you were…. Intrigued.

An oddity in of itself, some would say, as you were also an omega.

But it wasn't anything deep, you told yourself; Sakyo himself was simply an intriguing character who carried himself in a way that caught your attention. Nothing more.

Still standing in place with the other servants, you watched as the head butler, Isamu, was quick to materialize at the head of the table and remove the dome off of the plate just as Sakyo took his seat. The butler was just as quick to take a step back when Sakyo nodded at him before he began to partake in his meal. The room was quiet save for the sounds of the cutlery occasionally making contact with the plate while the servants all stood silently should Sakyo need something.

And now that he was sitting in the room, his scent was even clearer than it had been before.

A scent that strongly resembled nicotine.

The tobacco smell was a common one to be found in the home. In part due to your employer's own natural scent that lingered in the areas he frequented the most, and also because of how much the man smoked on any given day.

While you weren't one to comment on the habits of others, the amount of cigarettes he went through was way beyond excessive.

It definitely wasn't your place to voice that opinion, however. You were hired to help maintain the house, not offer health advice, and you weren't about to lose your job because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Plus, with the sort of business your employer was involved in, you could suffer something much worse than just being fired. One of the other maids, a woman named Miyabi, had mentioned to you of how she had heard that the mob boss Tarukane had been so upset once by a servant of his that he had them fed to one of his hoard of monster pets that he apparently kept in his basement, and he had gotten away with it because no one of importance would ever care about a single servant being viciously torn to pieces.

The thought of being eaten alive was horrifying, and the thought of no one caring about you suffering such a fate was depressing. Regardless of if the story was true or overinflated gossip, it only strengthened your resolve to stay out of trouble and on your employer's good side. Luckily for you, you had never seen your employer genuinely angry over anything. All things considered, he had a pretty mild temperament.

But it didn't hurt to act with caution.

Sakyo's morning meal progressed as it usually did, with him staying largely silent and hardly ever needing anything. All of the servants would stand around and wait for him to be done, and once he had left the room, you would clean up until it was sparkling before you would go on to the rest of your duties for the day.

And you would be fully focusing on your duties and not on your boss.

Or more specifically, his scent.

There was something about it that bothered you. While the nicotine smell was most prominent, there were hints of other scents mixed in that you couldn't identify, all because despite the fact you worked within his home, you had never gotten close to him. All of your normal duties had you working in the wings where he rarely went, and the only times you were physically in his presence was during the mealtimes. So there was always a distance that prevented you from being able to tell what exactly those other notes in his scent were.

The way he smoked like a chimney didn't help with you identifying them, either, which you occasionally found yourself being annoyed with.

Stop that. Things like that don't matter. Just do your job.

Hearing that internal voice of yours was also pretty normal, especially when it came to your boss…… Which some may have thought was strange that thoughts like those happened as often as they did, but it wasn't anything to worry about. Your mind just fixated on things for a while before moving onto something else. This thing with your boss was no different. You weren't interested; two omegas would never be drawn to each other.

You stood silently as you watched Sakyo finish his meal and leave the room soon after, already putting a cigarette into his mouth as he pulled out his lighter. Isamu was following behind him, and you heard them speaking to one another as they went over Sakyo's schedule for the day.

It meant nothing that your gaze stayed on Sakyo's back as he left, and that you kept your gaze on him until he had vanished from view completely. You were the same as the other servants, who only moved once he had gone so you could get on with your work for the day.

Sakyo just happened to be an omega with a charisma that naturally drew in others, no matter what their rank.

That was all.

“You need to change the sheets in the master bedroom; Miyabi was taken to the hospital.”

“Hospital?” you repeated, looking up at Isamu in concern while you asked “what happened?”

“She fell and landed on her wrist wrong. But I doubt it's anything to worry about,” Isamu explained. He then turned on his heel and began to walk away, though not before he called back to you “take care of the bed sheets. You can finish what you're doing later.”

“Yes, sir.”

Placing the silverware you had been polishing back down and removing your rubber gloves, you began to exit the room as well. While unexpected, you didn't mind; changing the bed sheets was at least something of a break from the mountain of silver that still needed to be taken care of.

Though you did worry about Miyabi, but Isamu had said it wasn't anything to worry about, so hopefully it wasn't anything too serious. Regardless, there wasn't anything you could do for her at the moment. As you went to the linen closet to gather up a fresh pair of sheets meant specifically for the bed in Sakyo's bedroom, you hoped she'd be back soon, and that she'd be alright.

As you carried the clean sheets through the halls, it struck you that you'd never been in Sakyo's room before. Miyabi was usually the one to take care of whatever cleaning needed to be done in there, and if not by her, then by one of the other servants.

The others must have been too busy if Isamu needed to go to you for it.

Eh, whatever. It was still nice to get away from the smell of the silver polish,

Upon reaching the double doors of his bedroom, you adjusted your hold on the linens in order to turn the knob on one of them, using your shoulder to push it open after.

As expected, the scent in Sakyo's bedroom was largely that of nicotine. Both from his smoking habit and his own scent.

It was even stronger than you were used to. But that was only normal.

Walking inside, you let the door swing shut on its own, though it came to a stop about halfway as it stood ajar. You barely noted that before turning your attention to what you had come here for: the changing of the bed sheets.

Something that was going to be a lot more tedious than it should've been, as when you looked over to where the bed stood, you found that it was one of those large, four poster beds carved out of dark wood that held an equally large mattress. Again, something that one man likely didn't truly need – though you did need to admit that the bed looked comfortable.

Placing the clean sheets onto a nearby armchair, you then walked over to the bed in order to begin the process of stripping it down. Starting with the covers, you pulled them off completely and set to the side before you turned your attention to the white sheets that had laid underneath and began to remove them as well, starting with the pillowcases.

And as you did so, the remnants of his scent were even stronger as they were almost embedded into the sheets.

It wasn't something you thought about at first. There was an autopilot running in your brain as you went about the task while your mind was a million miles away, thinking of what you wanted to do on your next day off.

You didn't think about his scent until you had taken the fitted sheet off of the mattress and bundled it up together with the others within your arms.

It really hit you then.

Sakyo's scent on the sheets that were now so close to your face snapped you out of your thoughts of leisure, and you stared down at the bunched up fabric that smelled so strongly of him.

His scent….

The tobacco smell, and the something more that you could tell was there but you didn't know what it was. There had never been a time that you were close enough to catch what other notes were mixed in with the prominent scent of nicotine, and the curiosity that had itched at your brain so often awoke once more.

It shouldn't have bothered you as much as it did. You shouldn't be so interested in the scent of your employer. Not when you were both omegas. By all accounts, there should be nothing to draw you to another of your own rank, you reminded yourself.

But it did bother you.

And you were interested.

Just about his scent, though. You were just curious about it. That was all.

And now that you were there, alone in Sakyo's room with the gathered up bed sheets sitting in a pile in your arms, a singular thought ran through your mind. A realization that you could satiate your curiosity.

It was alright if no one saw you, right? As long as you weren't noticed, none of it would matter.

Before you could talk yourself out of it, you acted.

Pulling up the gathered sheets in your arms, you bent your head ever so slightly –

And then breathed in.

Something warm and sweet, yet spicy. Luxurious, even.

Tobacco. That part wasn't a surprise.

But the other notes were finally a bit more clear.

… Hints of rum? And maybe….. Vanilla.

That seemed correct.

There was another thing, but you stopped yourself as you straightened your head back up. That was enough. You didn't want to take any more risks by taking too long to smell… His sheets…

….. You just smelled your employer's dirty bed sheets.

Jesus fucking Christ when the hell had you turned into that sort of creep?

Frustration and embarrassment over your own actions filled your entire being as you took the gathered sheets and dumped them on the floor. What the hell was wrong with you? Why would you do that? Why had you justified it only moments ago due to curiosity? Actions like that were what would get you fired.

Or worse.

You shook your head as if to shake the memory out of your mind. You weren't going to think about this ever again, you told yourself as you reached for the clean sheets that sat on the chair. Once you were done in here, you were going to purge the memory from your brain completely, and then no one would be the wiser.

Feeling that determination to leave the room as soon as possible had you grabbing at the fitted sheet which sat at the bottom of the pile, pulling it out and quickly approaching the mattress. The sooner this gets done, the sooner you can leave and go back to your normal duties and forget this even happened.

Maybe the chemicals of the silver polish would help in erasing the details of his scent out of your mind, so you'd never need to think again about how much of a fucking weirdo you really were.

For now, focus on the task at hand. Getting the fitted sheet on would be the worst part of this whole chore. The mattress was huge, thus the sheet was just as huge, and you would need to lift up all four corners to make sure that the sheet was fully under before you would be able to move on to the next –

You heard something that came from behind.

The door to the bedroom, the one that had been sitting slightly ajar all this time, slowly creaked open.

You jumped.

Immediately you turned to face the entrance to the room while your heart beat loudly in your chest in a panic, scared of who you would see – scared of who had possibly seen what you had done.

Your anxiety spiked when you saw who it was.

Sakyo.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

Sakyo, who's eyes met yours as he entered the room, and who subsequently raised an eyebrow in question as he caught sight of your frozen figure standing next to the bed. You had no doubt that you looked incredibly guilty.

“Did I startle you?” he asked.

“Ah – I'm sorry, sir. I was lost in thought. Hearing the door open like that was unexpected,” you rushed out, folding your hands in front of you with your head turned downward. Your heart was still beating fast and you could feel the sweat building up on your neck while the stress threatened to bleed through the scent blockers on your neck.

Calm down, you told yourself.

Take some deep breaths and calm down.

If you don't, he'll know you were up to something.

“Forgive me, sir,” you added.

He actually seemed somewhat surprised when you said that.

“What's there to forgive? It's hardly something to apologize for,” he said.

To that, you nodded, all the while your mind screamed at your heart to slow down.

Sakyo appeared unbothered as he entered the room fully, making his way to a small table that stood on the other side of the room. Taking a seat on the chair that sat beside the table, Sakyo pulled out two items from his pocket: a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Within a moment, the cigarette he had pulled from the packet was in his mouth and the lighter had been flicked open. The orange flame touched the end of the cigarette, and once it had been lit, the lighter disappeared back into the confines of his jacket pocket.

Taking in a brief inhale while the cigarette glowed, he pulled it away from his mouth to exhale.

He then glanced over in your direction.

“Don't stop on my account.”

Ah. Right.

You bowed your head again before you moved, turning around and walking to one corner of the bed with the fitted sheet in hand. Shaking it out first, you took one corner of the sheet and lifted up a small portion of the mattress to slip it over. Despite your best efforts, however, your movements were robotic and stiff.

You were already dreading this part of the chore, and now, not only did you need to do it with Sakyo in the room, but also while worrying that he had caught what you were doing just before he entered.

But if he had caught you, he would have said something, right?

He wasn't saying anything about it. So maybe he didn't see you.

Maybe you were in the clear.

You hoped – no, you needed that to be the case. Because if it wasn't……

That old gossip you had heard from Miyabi about what Tarukane did to servants who upset him came back to mind, and you needed to suppress a shudder.

Sakyo wouldn't do something like that…. Right? At the very least, he didn't have demonic animals in his basement, so the chances of you being eaten weren't the highest.

…. Though it was possible that he could set those demon brothers on you, the ones who's scents made you feel physically ill. The taller one with sunglasses smelled of sulfur and miasma, while the smaller one who skittered across his brother's shoulders like a fucked up parrot carried an overwhelming scent of soap scum.

The thought of dying at the hands of those two didn't sound much better than being eaten alive.

Calm down, you told yourself again. He hasn't said anything, so there's a good chance he didn't see.

During the process of getting the sheet on the first two corners of the bed, you had your backed turned towards him for most of the time. But now that you needed to walk to the other side in order to take care of the remaining corners, you took the opportunity to glance in his direction.

He was staring at you.

Fuck

Again, you needed to tell yourself to keep calm, that acting guilty would only tip him off that you had done something you shouldn't have.

He hasn't said anything about it so don't give him a reason to ask

Thinking that managed to calm down your nerves, and even though the way he stared at you while you finished tucking in the corners of the sheet made you uneasy, you felt better the longer he went without speaking.

When he did choose to speak again, you were considerably less frazzled.

“This isn't normally one of your duties, is it?” Sakyo asked.

“No, sir,” you answered as you gathered the next sheet in the set, “Miyabi needed to go to the hospital, so I took over for her.”

“Oh? What sent her to the hospital?” Sakyo asked as took another drag of his cigarette.

“I'm afraid I don't know, sir. I was only told that she had suffered an injury.”

“Hm. Well, hopefully it isn't anything too serious.”

He didn't seem genuine when he said that, nor did he seem to care all that much that a member of his staff had been hurt, and you couldn't decide if it was better or worse that he was pretending to be concerned.

But you nodded in response as you said “I hope so too, sir.”

Sakyo replied with a nod of his head as he exhaled more smoke before he brought the cigarette back to his lips.

All the while he continued to watch you.

Yet as the minutes passed and he said nothing more, you started to feel more confident in thinking that he hadn't seen you. Because surely by now, as you were tucking the next sheet into place around the bottom corners of the mattress, something would have been said. Some comment would have been made so you would know that everything was over. As much as Sakyo held an unconcerned air about him at all times, even he would have been put off by the sight of his employee smelling his sheets.

You again fought back a shudder as you the thought of your previous actions. Why the fuck did you do that?

Later. Yell at yourself about it later. Just continue the rest of this task as normal.

Not long after, you had done just that. The bed was neatly made with fresh sheets while the dirty ones sat in a small pile on the floor in front of the nearby armchair. Now all you had to do was take the dirty ones and toss them down to the laundry room.

Except with Sakyo being in the room with you, you weren't allowed to simply leave the presence of the master of the house without speaking to him.

Clasping your hands together as you turned your attention back to him, you asked “was there anything you needed from me before I left, sir?”

He shook his head.

“I'm afraid not,” he answered, blowing out a puff of smoke after.

You nodded as you spoke again, saying “then if you'll excuse me, sir.”

“Of course.”

Fighting against the urge to grab the sheets and sprint out of the room, you forced yourself to move at a normal pace as you gathered up the sheets and made your way towards the double doors.

Almost there. If there was any other time he was going to surprise you with the knowledge that he had seen you, then it would be just before you left, to lull you into a false sense of security that you had gotten away with it. You felt your anxiety spike again, and though he had been able to tell a lot just from your expression, you were thankful for the scent blockers that had kept him from smelling how panicked you truly were, though you would definitely need to rush back to the servant's quarters to change them out before you could go back to your duties.

But you needed to get out of his bedroom first.

Please let me get out of this room without him saying anything.

Please

Upon reaching the room's exit, you turned to him again and gave a small bow of your head.

He still hadn't said anything, and that allowed you to feel hopeful.

Hopeful until you glanced up at him one more time just before you stepped out of the bedroom.

Still sitting in that chair by the table, Sakyo had his eyes on you as you were leaving.

And you caught the way the corners of his lips had turned upwards in a small but noticeable smirk.

….. You didn't like that.

But nothing was said as you fully exited the room and closed the door behind you. And as you walked with the bed sheets while keeping them as far away from your face as you were able to, your heart continued to beat hard in your chest.

You'd gotten away with it. That needed to be the case.

You hoped so, anyway.

Only time would tell.

But for now you remained hopefully optimistic as you promised yourself that you would never do such a stupid action ever again.

It turned out that Miyabi had fractured her wrist after having fallen down the last few steps of a flight of stairs. Not the best injury to deal with, but certainly not the worst, and she was in good spirits when you saw her again the next day despite the cast around her wrist.

But due to the nature of her injury, she was unable to perform her regular tasks to the best of her ability, as the cast around her wrist that extended to a portion of her dominant hand had caused her to slow down.

Just like the previous day, those tasks of hers ended up falling to you. Except now you were taking care of them for the foreseeable future.

You hadn't realized until you had taken them over that nearly all of her tasks brought her into Sakyo's room, and now that you had taken them over while she recovered, you were forced to go in there daily. Suddenly, instead of cleaning the halls or taking care of things in the dining room, you were now taking care changing out his bed sheets, gathering his clothes for washing, ironing his shirts and cleaning up and dusting in his room.

All the while you were still terrified at the thought of what would happen to you if he knew what you had done.

Sakyo's behavior didn't help put you at ease, either. Unless he had left the manor, he was either already in the room or would enter it while you there. Even more unsettling – he always made a point to watch you, no matter what it was that you were doing.

You did your best to keep your face a neutral mask when he was with you, even during the times you could feel his eyes on you when you turned your back to bend down and smooth out the covers of the bed. The scent blockers that were made available to staff were being gone through much faster now, and that was all your fault simply due to the way Sakyo made you panic whenever he watched you or drew near.

Was this the way he acted around Miyabi? She had never mentioned such a thing, but maybe that was because she felt as though she couldn't mention it. You certainly didn't feel that you could say anything to anyone, not with Sakyo's position and the ties he had and the fact that you were a mere servant.

Though even as you assumed that this wasn't unusual behavior for him, there was always a thought at the back of your mind that this was something only you were experiencing, all because of what you had done that first day you took over Miyabi's duties.

But he hadn't said anything.

And you hadn't been reprimanded. Or gotten rid of.

The days immediately following the incident had you waiting with bated breath for when Isamu would approach you and tell you of…. Something that would be bad for you. Hopefully just you getting fired for being a freak. Hopefully not you having a private, impromptu meeting with the Toguro brothers.

But there had been nothing.

Just like that day when you left his bedroom with the sheets, nothing had been said, and in your mind, that meant he hadn't seen you. Because there was simply no way he would just let you get away with that if he had…. Right?

You told yourself that was the case the longer time went on and nothing happened to you. As for the way Sakyo watched you – that was just something he did to any servant in his quarters, you told yourself. Maybe as some sort of intimidation tactic. Why he would do that, you had no clue, but it must have been that he did the same thing to Miyabi and she had never said anything because she felt that doing so was pointless.

While it was creepy, it was ultimately harmless. On the plus side, as time went on and Miyabi's wrist would soon be healed enough to come out of the cast, you felt the stress leave you steadily. Soon enough, she would be able to go back to her duties, and you wouldn't need to enter Sakyo's room anymore. A relief; you'd actually begun to miss the smell of the silver polish.

Yet the day after Miyabi's cast came off, you were told to complete the tasks in Sakyo's bedroom.

And then again the day after.

And again after that.

And on the fourth day when Isamu told you that, once more, you needed to clean Sakyo's room, you asked him why Miyabi wasn't being assigned those tasks.

“Sakyo wants you to do it,” was all he said.

That was the only explanation you got, and your stress levels that had been decreasing slowly began to rise again, because his behavior wasn't stopping and you woke up every day fearing that your actions hadn't gone unseen as you had told yourself. Why else would he be acting like this?

“Maybe he thinks you're an alpha,” Miyabi suggested when you had been venting to her about it one evening, “that might explain why he's staring. Maybe he's about to have a rut and he thinks you'd be a good mate.”

“But I'm not an alpha. And it's not like he can't find that out easily; it'd be written down in whatever file Isamu has on me,” you protested.

Miyabi shrugged as she said “maybe it's just in your head, then. That was what happened to me at first. I was pretty freaked out by him because of the whole 'demon black market' stuff, but I got over it. Maybe you need to mentally get over it, too. It's not like you did anything that would make him act like that, right?”

“Yeah….”

Lying about it didn't feel good, but you didn't have any other option. Even if you trusted Miyabi, you weren't going to admit to her what you had done. Never ever ever would you admit that out loud. But it left you stuck, since you couldn't be fully honest about your worries and therefore couldn't get an answer that would make you feel better – if such an answer even existed.

The only way to know would be to ask Sakyo himself.

And that wasn't going to happen.

You let out a sigh as you then told her “sorry that I took over your duties.”

“It's okay. I like polishing,” Miyabi answered cheerfully, blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil that was raging within you.

Wherever the conversation went after that point, you couldn't say. You weren't paying attention to whatever it was that Miyabi so happily chatted on about as the fear of what might happen to you was still at the forefront of your mind.

Another night would end with you tossing and turning in your bed while you cursed yourself out for making such a stupid, thoughtless action that had led you to be in this situation.

The sleepless nights were quickly becoming the new norm.

It was the day when the sheets in the master bedroom needed to be changed again.

Of all the chores you had come to loathe, this was the one you hated most due to the fact that the most recent embarrassing moment of your life always played in your head throughout the entire process. The one stupid fucking choice you made that you weren't allowed to forget because the scent on the sheets served as a constant reminder of what you did.

Always made worse by Sakyo due to him always being there and always staring at you.

You found yourself stalling briefly outside of his bedroom doors. It seemed like he was in there already, and you knew from the moment you entered to the moment you left, you would be under the constant stress of his scrutiny, and that stress would eat up into your scent blockers again.

Though you hadn't been found out yet, the others were getting annoyed at how fast those supplies were being gone through.

Letting out a soft sigh, you knew you couldn't stay out here forever. Shifting the clean sheets into one arm, you reached forward and knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

As you suspected. Sakyo was there.

You turned the knob and pushed the door open, after which you bowed your head in his direction as you greeted him. He was sitting in that chair again, this time with a book in hand. As was usual, he didn't really say much in response, but his blue eyes took in your every move as you made your way over to the bed.

It'll be fine

As much as this made you uncomfortable, you'd be able to get through it.

Just change the sheets and leave.

Though the size of the mattress definitely made that easier said than done, but you were getting faster at it. That was something, at least.

The minutes felt eternal as you went about completing the monotonous work, pulling the sheets up and off of the bed until it was fully bare. With the easier part of the task done, you grabbed at the clean sheets, starting with the fitted one before you made your way to one of the corners.

Despite having that book in hand, it didn't seem like Sakyo was actually reading it. Once again, it was hard to shake off the feeling of how he stared at you, but you urged yourself to pay it no mind. You'd be done with this task soon enough and then you could leave.

….. Except you remembered that you would need to come back later to clean. Ugh.

Just ignore him, you told yourself.

That was the only thing you could do.

When you almost finished putting the fitted sheet on the bed, with your gaze kept firmly on what was in front of you and not where Sakyo sat, you didn't quite catch when he closed his book and set it on the table. You did, however, hear the slight scraping of the feet of the chair move over the floor which caused you to glance back at him. He was standing now, and then moving as he headed for the door.

He was leaving?

Finally

You brought your attention back to the task at hand, fixing the last corner of the fitted sheet over the mattress while you felt some of the tension in your shoulders lessen. Whatever it was that was pulling him away, you had no clue, but you were grateful for it. Maybe his weird behavior would stop now.

The door that had remained ajar when you entered creaked as it slowly shut, and for a second, you wanted to believe that he had left.

Then you heard his footsteps within the room.

You whipped your head around to see him coming towards you, and your confusion turned into worry when you saw that you had heard correctly when it sounded as though the door had been closed.

Not only were you alone with him, but now it felt like you'd been trapped.

He smirked at you, still walking forwards as he asked “are you disappointed I didn't leave?”

“N-no.”

Sakyo chuckled.

“You're not a very good liar, are you?”

You blinked, unable to respond.

What was happening?

Why was he coming towards you?

You found yourself backing up as he walked towards you – a poor decision, as your back quickly hit the wall behind you.

He soon stood right in front of you, and far closer than could ever be deemed acceptable as he was purposefully invading your space. There wasn't any option to create some distance between the two of you, either. With the bed blocking one side, the wall with the bedside table on the other and the way Sakyo was crowding you, you were effectively trapped.

Though if you really wanted to get away from him, there was an option to go over the mattress if you felt that desperate.

But for the moment, you stayed put as you stared at your boss.

“Is something wrong, sir?” you asked.

“Do you think something's wrong?”

Gulping, you glanced over his shoulder at the closed door before you brought your attention back to him.

“You've shut the door and now you're crowding me, sir.”

He blinked.

“I would've thought you'd appreciate the bit of privacy. I'm sure you've wished you had thought to close the door since that first day you took over the tasks in my bedroom.”

You couldn't help the way your eyes widened or the way your pulse began to race. A chorus of swear words rang through your mind while your palms grew sweaty and you stood frozen to the spot.

Lie

Lie about everything

“I don't know what you mean, sir,” you managed to force out.

He smirked.

“Then I'll spell it out for you.”

Sakyo reached out an arm that he placed against the wall, further caging you in as he leaned forward. You felt his hot breath on your ear as he whispered “when you were changing out the bedding, you held my sheets up to your face as you took in my scent. You did that without even closing the door and right as I was returning.”

He leaned back slightly in an attempt to meet your eyes as he asked “do you know what I mean now?”

You didn't answer.

You couldn't answer.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at him in the face despite feeling the weight of his expectant gaze on you, instead keeping your attention on the smoothed out sheet that covered the mattress. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you didn't know what to do in this situation that had turned into a worst case scenario. You weren't able to think clearly and the only thing that you felt certain of was your desire to get as far away from this situation as possible.

He then began to bring free hand up to your face, as if he intended to cup your cheek.

You moved.

In an instant you had bolted as you scrambled over the mattress in an effort to run.

Or you tried to.

Because you had barely touched the surface before he grabbed at you.

The next few seconds were a flurry of movement as a brief struggle broke out, one that you ultimately lost. Now your legs hung off the edge of the mattress while you were laid out on top of it, your back being pressed against the soft surface while forced to stay in place by the hands that were now restraining your wrists. The hands that belonged to Sakyo, who was holding you down as he hovered over you, one knee resting on the mattress between your legs, further pinning you down by the skirt of your dress. And no matter how hard you tried to squirm your way out, his hold on you wasn't loosening.

Either he was much stronger than you thought or you were weaker than you realized.

You were left to struggle fruitlessly, breathing hard as you felt the heat grow in your cheeks at the way you had been caught, all the while Sakyo held you there, not saying a word even as you continued your attempt to escape him. Evidently, he was waiting for you to give up, because however many moments later when you finally ceased moving and lay still beneath him, he spoke again.

“Running away is a bit of an overreaction, don't you think?” he asked you, his long hair falling over his shoulder as gravity pulled it down, leaving it to hang by his cheek.

“If you were going to face a punishment, don't you think that would have happened well before now?”

Though you still felt panicked, your brain was somehow able to formulate a response as you asked him “so then what are you doing to me right now?”

“This isn't punishment. This is me expressing my interest in you.”

“… You need to hold people down when you're interested in them?”

“Only the ones that run away. Which, as I said, is an overreaction on your part.”

More strands of his hair fell down over his shoulders when he leaned in closer.

“Especially since you're also interested in me.”

“Th-that… That's not true,” you began, heat filling your cheeks as you forced yourself to admit “I was just curious about your scent. That was all.”

“So you can't smell someone's scent unless it's pressed directly against your face?”

“No, the….. The smaller details of your scent…. I couldn't catch them. That was what bothered me. That was why I did it.”

Admitting it out loud felt so stupid.

Admitting it out loud to Sakyo while he was on top of you felt mortifying.

Which was made worse when Sakyo smirked at you again.

He then released your wrists as he sat up, one knee still on the bed between your legs as he reached up with his hand to loosen his tie, then to undo the buttons at the top of his white shirt.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you asked “what are you doing?”

“Satiating your curiosity,” he answered nonchalantly.

Within a few moments, he had unbuttoned the shirt of his collar and pulled it open, exposing the scent gland that was hidden underneath.

Your eyes widened when you saw him pull his hair out of the way and to the other side of his neck, as what he intended became clear to you. When he reached for you, you again tried to scramble across the mattress, this time by scooting backwards. Again, your attempt fell short, as the knee he had kept on the skirt of your dress prevented you from moving.

“Sir! Wait, I-!”

“Hush.”

Sakyo was on top of you again, bracing one arm on the mattress next to you while his free hand reached out to grab you by the hair at the back of your head. With the strands of your hair firmly locked between his fingers, he pulled you closer while he leaned down further, until he was pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

With the tip of your nose making contact with his bare skin, the individual notes that made up his scent quickly overwhelmed your senses, and they were a hundred times stronger coming directly from him.

Tobacco – as was expected.

Rum.

Vanilla.

Both much clearer than before.

And the last one that you hadn't been able to discern on that day was now identified.

A hint of something metallic.

Blood.

…. It was appropriate for him, for a man who lived in the world that he did. Selling demons, casually tossing aside the lives of those who crossed him – he was a man who was dangerous, who you weren't safe to be around.

And yet…..

When exactly your hands had reached up to grasp at the lapels of his jacket, you hadn't a clue. You simply became aware of that fact around the same time that you realized you were relaxing beneath him, the stress that had been eating at you now ebbing away as you breathed in his scent. And Sakyo noticed, as he had removed the harsh grip on your hair in favor of gently stroking the back of your head.

That felt nice.

Even though you knew it shouldn't.

If you had any sense, you'd be struggling against him still, taking advantage of the fact that he'd released your wrists by pushing him away and then running for the door. You could still get out if you really tried, if you were still as determined to escape him as you had been only moments ago.

…. Had you been trying to run because you really didn't want this, or was it because you were still embarrassed over the fact that Sakyo had caught sight of you acting like a pervert?

If you had any sense, that wouldn't matter; you didn't want to be involved with him in this way, not with a man as dangerous as he was.

Though if you had any sense, you wouldn't have taken this job in the first place.

Sakyo pulled you away from his neck, gently setting your head back down on the mattress. There was a slight flush in his cheeks, you realized. A look you had never seen on his face before, but you found that you liked it. His scent was also heavier, thick and cloying in a way you'd never experienced from him before.

Was he in a rut?

You were distracted from that thought by the way he reached down towards you, this time going for the buttons that held together the high collar of your dress. Just as quickly as he had done with his own, Sakyo had unfastened them and tugged the collar open after. Your neck was now exposed, the only protection your gland had being the rubber latex of the scent blocker.

“Remove it,” he murmured.

You did so without question, though your fingers trembled slightly as you dug the nail of your thumb beneath the edge of the blocker.

An awful thought came to mind: you were both omegas. What if he really did think you were an alpha and this would stop when you revealed your scent to him?

You should've been more alarmed at the way your heart ached at that thought.

With that air of uncertainty surrounding you now, you slowly peeled away the blocker before you pulled it off completely.

Sakyo descended upon you almost immediately, burying his face into the crook of your neck just as he had made you do earlier and breathing in the scent that was now revealed to him.

He groaned.

That noise coming from him was surprising on its own, but even more unexpected was the feeling of his cock against your thigh after he had lowered himself onto you, pressing insistently even through the layers of clothing that separated the two of you. Even though everything had been leading up to what was happening now, it caught you off-guard. You'd never seen your employer in such a state.

Despite the manner in which he carried himself, at the end of the day, Sakyo was just a man.

And there were no signs that he was rejecting you. If anything, the reveal of your scent only seemed to spur him on further as you felt his lips and the edges of his teeth graze against the skin on your neck.

That feeling caused a jolt to run through your body as it ignited a primal reaction within yourself. You realized then just how soaked your underwear had become as your cunt gushed with slickness.

He was affecting you this much?

“S-sir….” you breathed out, your hands having gone back to clench at his jacket. You had no idea why you had spoken, what you wanted to say.

While it had seemed that he was possibly in a trance of lust, Sakyo pulled away only a moment after, his breath hitting your ear again as he asked “what is it?”

“I…… I don't know…..” you admitted.

There was a brief pause of silence.

And then he chuckled.

“Just relax,” he told you, reaching up to caress the side of your cheek as he said “this will be good for both of us.”

Pulling away from your neck fully, he braced himself on the mattress with one arm so he could look down at you again, blue eyes meeting yours while his free hand began to travel down your body. Moving from your cheek down to the exposed area of your neck, his fingers stayed on your skin for as long as they could until they came to the swell of your breasts. They then traveled over your clothing, pressing a bit more insistently as if to make up for the lack of skin on skin contact while his hand continued its descent.

He stopped when he made contact with your thigh, and your breath hitched when you felt him reach down and pull at the skirt of your dress, slowly tugging the fabric up your legs.

A flurry of concerns and questions whirled about in your mind – mostly in regards to what would happen after this, what the other servants would think when they smelled Sakyo's scent coming off of your uniform, and just what you were getting yourself into by allowing this to happen.

Those fears were pushed aside when Sakyo leaned back down and locked his lips with yours, and the scent of nicotine became overwhelming once more as it mixed in with your own. You felt his fingers boldly press against your cunt through your panties, and your moan was muffled by the kiss while you angled your hips to encourage him to touch you more, staining his surprisingly calloused fingers with your juices.

It didn't stay that way for long, because he pulled his lips off of yours just as he pushed your panties to the side in favor of slipping two of his fingers into your folds, an action that caused you to squeal loudly and made you grip at him harder.

Then in a bold move, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you drew him back in, burying your face into his neck and breathing in his scent once more, even daring to place your lips on his scent gland.

He seemed amused.

“Needy thing,” Sakyo whispered while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your soft, clenching walls.

An odd flicker of happiness ran through you when you heard the slightest hint of breathlessness in his voice.

He continued to fuck you with his digits, soon after using his thumb to press against your clit to add to your stimulation. Once again, another squeal of yours echoed in the room while he spread his fingers inside of you, stretching you out while he drove you closer to an impending climax.

You heard his breath in your ear, coming out harsh as his own arousal continued to strain against his pants, still pressing hard against you. Finding that you wanted to see the blush on his face again, you began to pull away.

Sakyo's head dipped back down, his mouth returning to your scent gland.

This time, he bit down.

That was when you reached your peak.

Your walls clamped down on his fingers while you cried out even louder than before and your vision went white. Even when you felt the blood trickling down your neck and some distant part of you recognized what that meant now that he had done that, instinct had you holding him as close as you possibly could.

You were breathing hard when you settled back down, part of you feeling exhausted and slightly horrified at the current situation – this is your boss and he's marked you permanently what the fuck are you doing – but once again, those worries were pushed away by the feeling of Sakyo lapping at the bite mark on your neck, soothing it over even as it stained your open collar and even the sheet on the bed beneath the both of you.

After taking in a deep breath, Sakyo used his free hand to brace himself as he pulled himself up once more. He met your gaze again, and though he was keeping his expression level even now, you were able to catch sight of a hunger within his blue eyes that took in the sight of you splayed out beneath him.

His lips were still red with your blood, you noted.

You moaned when he pulled his fingers out of your sensitive walls, squeezing your eyes shut at the sensation.

“Look at me.”

His softly spoken order was instantly followed, as you snapped your eyes back open, only to find him holding the fingers he had used to fuck you over your lips.

“Clean them,” Sakyo told you simply.

You obeyed, opening your lips while you reached out with one hand to pull his fingers into your mouth, and then you began to lick them clean, tasting your own essence while he watched you, his lips curled up into a satisfied smirk once more.

Not long after, you watched as Sakyo reached down to set free his erection, now fully hard and weeping as he pressed the tip against your slit. He braced himself on top of you while he told you to hold onto him. As with his other orders, you did as you were told, wrapping your arms around his neck while your legs did the same around his waist.

Then he began to fuck you.

He took you in a steady rhythm, moving smoothly through your wet walls as the tip of his cock brushed up against that sensitive spot within you over and over again. Though his pace was nowhere near as punishing and brutal as some alphas would have been, the feel of him sent shivers down your spine nonetheless, leaving you mewling beneath him while you felt your toes curl.

He sounded pleased when he chuckled at you, and once again you felt his lips at your bloody neck.

You mewled again.

The mattress creaked softly as he took you, the clean sheet beneath you now wrinkled and stained with your blood and body fluids.

You can't hide this. The others will know what happened.

But you found that you didn't care. Not right now.

Right now all that mattered was being here in this moment with Sakyo.

Everything else could wait.

Time lost all meaning; you had no idea just how long it had been since this had started, since you had even entered the room. All you knew was that your throat was starting to grow hoarse while your skin grew even more hot.

Sakyo seemed to be the same, his breathing becoming harsh once again while keeping his face buried in your neck.

He faltered for a brief moment, and then his thrusts began to grow harsher, the sound of his skin slapping against your own became more audible. You felt your second climax coming on, your walls beginning to flutter as they prepared to clench down, this time on his cock that you could feel twitching inside of you while he began to approach his own orgasm.

When he did finally cum, he bit down on your scent gland for a second time, and you both heard and felt the muffled the groan that sounded from his mouth as his teeth sank into your flesh and drew fresh blood. All the while his cock spurted long, hot ropes of white seed into you.

That triggered your own orgasm as your pussy clenched down on him, squeezing him tight while your fluids mixed together inside of you, both of your bodies twitching while you felt your climax be prolonged.

It felt good.

Once the two of you came down, there was a sense of stillness after with Sakyo laying on top of you, his weight pressing you down onto the bed while he kept his cock inside of you. You were still trembling from the aftershocks beneath him, still holding him, but more gently now, and you felt compelled to reach up and caress his shoulders in a gesture of comfort.

The familiar sound of his chuckle sounded in your ear.

Whether Sakyo had lost just as much control as you had or this was somehow a calculated move on his end for a scheme you couldn't fathom, you had no clue. You only cared that it felt good for you. Just as he had said it would.

Through it all, the scent of tobacco remained, as if it was now wrapped around you.

As if Sakyo's scent had engulfed you completely.

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