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High-society omega tea parties were few and far between, a gathering of the mates of powerful businessmen and politicians, all sorts of people with money. Situated in one businessman’s private garden, surrounded by sweet-smelling flowers and delicate metal arches, a magnificent fountain cooling the air, a group of omegas sat around a table. Dabbled sunshine illuminated expensive jewelry of precious metals and stones, soft and expensive fabrics swathing bodies. Elegant, long fingers slid along the surface of smooth porcelain decorated with intricately painted flowers and birds. Every person here had been raised from the day they presented to be the height of omegan perfection, and it showed in how they talked and acted, how they smiled at each other with a sort of plastic veneer.
Osamu hated it. He’d undergone the same training that they all had, but it had never stuck to him, he hated the rules and the expectations, he was much better suited to following his own whims. His parents had told him that he’d never get a good alpha, that he’d be stuck in a brood house for the rest of his life, probably just popping out litters for alphas who didn’t want to own an omega but wanted pups.
Then Ango had presented as an alpha, and Oda a beta, the opposite of what was expected. It didn’t matter to Osamu, the three of them, young and bright-eyed in their excitement to present and find their destinies, had promised themselves together. That’s why, on the morning of his eighteenth birthday, Ango had come to Osamu and claimed him, much to their parents’ shock. The fact that Oda had tagged along was a given, even though neither Ango nor Osamu could mark him properly.
Sigma, on the other hand, had started his life in a very different way from Osamu. He’d been specifically ordered, genetically engineered as a fertilized egg, a position in a politician’s harem guaranteed. He was to be raised by his donor mother to be the perfect omega, molded into exactly what the buyer had asked for. But then things hadn’t gone the way they were supposed to, his hair hadn’t been pure white like snow, half of it had turned brown, some sort of genetic mishap. He had been rejected from his guaranteed position. Still, he was raised to be the perfect omega, his mother hoping that, by ensuring he was the most elegant and refined omega in whatever brood house he went to, he would get a good alpha. He was given the best education his mother’s money could buy, the very best of everything, even though he was, at his core, a failure.
And then Ace had come along, a newly wealthy alpha businessman who talked too loud and grinned too wide, obviously hiding his full hand. He’d gone through all of the highest priced omegas in the brood house and challenged them to a game of poker, if they won then he’d buy them and make them his, but if they lost then they would be off the table of omegas he considered, they wouldn’t be out of anything, but Ace would never buy them. Every omega, having heard of this newly rich alpha, looking for ways to get the best life possible for themselves, had taken him up on the bet.
They had all lost.
Sigma was the last omega that Ace had challenged, the highest priced omega in the house, a pride for them, though he had begun life as a reject. Ace had interested Sigma, grated on his nerves just slightly. Sigma had taken him up on his bet, willing to take whatever outcome the game would bring, he had no true stakes in it either way.
During the course of the game, Sigma had realized that Ace was, for all his bravado and intelligence, actually a bit of an idiot. It was probably pure luck that he had won against the other twenty or so omegas he’d challenged. Sigma struck, and in no time at all had won the game. Ace’s stupefied face was the sweetest thing Sigma had ever seen, and he looked forward to seeing more of it. As promised, Ace bought him, and brought him home to the fifteen other omegas that made up his harem.
Much to Sigma’s chagrin, they were all fairly vapid people themselves. So, that left him with Ace, who, while intelligent, was enough of an idiot that Sigma had, on more than one instance, snapped out of his proper-omega facade and lectured the man about business principles and money-management. Ace had, surprisingly, followed his advice and reaped the rewards, eventually coming to Sigma for more and more business advice. Sigma had the household’s best interest at heart, if only because his livelihood depended on it.
When they’d truly broken into high-society, Ace’s hotels and casinos earning more than enough to support him and his omegas, Ace had mated Sigma, draped him in all sorts of finery and made him his business partner in all forms but name. No one else in the world knew who exactly was the mastermind behind Ace’s success, no one knew there was an omega sitting at the helm of a multi-billion dollar company, pulling the strings behind a silk curtain.
No one but one Dazai Osamu.
Osamu had easily seen through Sigma’s ruse, seen how Ace deferred to him for business decisions. It was like how Ango asked him for his opinion on new laws before he brought them to the attention of other politicians.
And so began the unlikely friendship between the two, two omegas who both saw behind the silk curtain of propriety.
That’s how they found themselves, sitting beneath a white arch heavy with fragrant wisteria and jasmine, drinking orange tea and eating lightly sweet butter cookies, laughing with each other over things only they would understand.
“And how far have you gotten to your goal of getting a litter?” Osamu asked, taking a sip of his tea.
“I swear, Ace is an idiot who knows just enough to pass as smart,” Sigma sighed, grimacing. “I’ve tried so many times to drop hints that I want a litter and he just thinks I’m asking for more jewels. I have enough rubies!” Rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance, Sigma looked over at Osamu. “How did you do it? You’ve had how many litters with Ango now?”
“Two from Ango, and two from Oda,” Osamu replied, unable to help smiling sweetly at the memory of his beloveds holding their newborn pups. “And honestly I just came out and said it to their faces. Which it sounds like you might have to do, knowing Ace.”
Sigma groaned and took a bite of a cookie. “I don’t want to come out and say it! He’s my mate, he’s the one who should be able to tell what I want!”
Osamu laughed, shaking his head slightly. That wasn’t how things went, he was sure of that, but Sigma could be a stubborn as he was intelligent. “So, what’s your next plan?”
“I’m going to contact Fyodor,” Sigma mumbled, frowning when Osamu nearly spat out his tea. “I know, I know, but listen. He’s not interested in me, I know that, so I was thinking of asking him to make a bet with Ace, like one of those “if he wins he gets to spend the night with me” type thing, then I’d help him win. Of course Ace would hate that, he always has me help him count cards when he pulls any of those types of bets. So then I would have Fyodor suggest a double or nothing, with the double being the right to breed me for my first litter. I think that would get me the result I want.”
Osamu raised an eyebrow. “And that result is?”
Sigma could only cough and cover his mouth, his cheeks turning bright red. “I want him to breed me right there on the poker table. He’s… really hot when he gets possessive.” Osamu’s laughter just made him sink into his chair, wings twitching on his head as he fought back his embarrassment.
“I can appreciate that,” Osamu chuckled, “Ango’s hot as hell after I give birth to someone else’s litter. He usually only waits a few hours to a few days before he claims me again.”
Sigma hummed and nodded, he could see Ango doing that.
A beta maid approached them and laid out a fresh plate of cookies, bowing slightly before making her way back into the main house.
“What about yourself? How have your pups been?” Sigma asked, taking one of the new cookies and popping it into his mouth.
“They’re good, still little terrors, but I can’t expect much from them, the eldest are still only 4 years old.” Osamu shook his head fondly, smiling to himself. “These little angels are, however, perfectly calm.” Placing a hand on his rounded stomach, Osamu sipped his tea. “You should call for me when you actually do get bred, I’d be more than happy to help you with the less savory aspects.”
Sigma nodded at him, appreciative of the offer.
A cool breeze blew through the garden, bringing with it the slight spray of water from the nearby fountain. Sigma and Osamu fell into a comfortable silence, heads full of warm thoughts of babies and family, for once not engrossed in politics or business. The sun was warm on their skin, the tea and cookies sitting nicely in their stomachs, light chatter from the other omegas around them completing the peaceful atmosphere.