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Bakugo glared at his steering wheel, blaming it for driving him there. He tightened his fists around the leather, gritting his teeth. A person pulled up beside him, getting far too close to his Audi. Usually, he would care and probably kick off about it. But not today.
Today he had bigger fish to fry.
His phone rang and his gaze swung to the dashboard, lighting up the imbedded screen where his phone was still connected through the car's system. His engine was still running. He could totally just drive off and pretend he wasn’t even here.
He contemplated for a moment about just letting the call ring, but he knew his mother would just ring over and over and--
“What do you want?” He barked, thumb hovering over the end call button threateningly, although the woman couldn’t see it.
“Are you here, darling?”
“Fuck off.”
“Did you look through the brochure I sent you?”
“Fuck off.”
“I highlighted some good ones.”
“Fuck. Off.”
“I’ve just parked up,” Mitsuki said calmly, undisturbed by her sons' attitude, “I’ll meet you at the entrance, okay?”
“Fuck off.”
His mother sighed, rustling coming from her end of the line as she got out her car, “You’re doing the right thing, Katsuki, this is a major step and I’m so proud of you.”
Katsuki glared harder at his steering wheel.
“Oh, Kat! This is going to be so much fun.”
Bakugo smacked his forehead into his steering wheel and yelled in frustration. He pulled back to do it again, still shouting, when he was interrupted by an excited tapping on his window. He barely acknowledged his mother grinning at him, her phone still up to her ear as she waved too enthusiastically.
That made Bakugo grit his teeth, sweaty palms tearing at the leather beneath them and he continued to headbutt the wheel. He was sweating – fuck – he was nervous as shit. He could see the auction house right in front of him. He’d got there so early he’d snagged a great parking spot, but he’d been sat in his car for nearly 40 minutes now, f-ing and blinding and stewing.
He could just leave. He could. He totally had the power to do that. But he also really wanted an Alpha. And he could have one too. He had the money to; he had the nice apartment and the good job and the holiday house down south and comfortable pension fund.
He had all of that. And yet…
And yet he was missing something. He was missing someone to share all of it with. And sure, he could have a boring old Beta. But he didn’t want that. He wanted a mate, a strong, healthy mate to have strong, healthy pups with.
A good Alpha will look after him. Look after their children, protect them. Not that Bakugo needed protection, he wasn’t weak. But his Omegan instincts were keening over the idea of being looked after.
Alpha’s were pretty stupid. And he liked that idea a bit too much. Being able to boss around a big oaf of a man who was totally and utterly and pathetically devoted to him? Yes please. A Beta just wasn’t enough for him, not as an Omega. He needed more. There were plenty of Omega’s out there who had partnered with Beta’s - his mum and dad, for example. His dad was an Omega, his mum a Beta, and they were happy enough, he guessed.
But having an Alpha was maybe a little bit of a status symbol, and if Katsuki could have the newest, shiniest toy he would. And if that meant knuckling down and keeping a pretty Alpha on a lead then so be it.
Plus, his relationships thus far in his grand total of 29-years on this planet were nothing if lacklustre. Although that didn’t mean he never made the best out of a bad situation, he was Katsuki Bakugo, for fuck sake, some of his best work was created while lying flat on his back with a Beta grunting over the top of him. Sometimes he’d do his shopping list, maybe a little sudoku in his head.
Underwhelming is probably the word to describe it, pretty average at best. More times than he’d care to admit, he’d sneak off to the bathroom in the middle of the night and actually get off to the thought of a fat Alpha cock, knotting him and filling him up.
So, yeah. That was why he was sitting in his car and having an existential crisis outside an Alpha Auction.
Alpha’s weren’t in society the same way Omega’s and Beta’s were. Omega’s were rare, making up about 10% of the population but Alpha’s were even less so, taking up about 3%. Where Omega’s were smaller, smarter, quicker, Alpha’s were the opposite. They were big, broody, feral and... simple. Not simple as in ‘derp’, they just hadn’t evolved like the other two sexes. As far as Katsuki understood, they were in many way’s highly intelligent, in their own special way. They couldn’t speak and articulate very well with their underdeveloped vocal cords, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t communicate. They were designed to protect and nurture, staying at home to look at their young while the much smarter Omega’s went out and worked and provided in that sense. Many years ago, it would have been the other way round, it would have been the massive Alpha’s hunting for food and fighting off strays. But as society has changed, gender roles have too. And while Omega’s turned to work and use their smarts, Alpha’s turned towards the homestead.
The idea of a big, brute of a man cooking him dinner after a long day at work and massaging his feet while being all happy about it made him weak. All an Alpha wanted to do was please their Omega, and that appealed to Katsuki’s narcissistic side massively.
But was he really going to buy a life partner?
The driver side door suddenly being yanked open almost made Bakugo jump, but he caught himself quickly and turned to glare furiously up at his mother.
“Get out the damn car,” She snapped, popping her hip out, “It’s bloody cold!”
Grumbling, Katsuki begrudgingly did as he was told. He grabbed his jacket from the back seat and slipped from the car, trudging after his mother as she led the way towards the large auction house.
Katsuki wasn’t sure what he was expecting.
The building itself was stunning. Old and Parisian almost in style. The outer walls were a pale sandstone, and once they had walked through the pillared entrance, across a totally unnecessary red carpet and up the stone steps to the glass and brass entrance doors, everything turned into marble. A tall, dark-haired man greeted them at the door, asking for their names.
Bakugo provided them, knowing he was on the entrance list. These sorts of auctions weren’t available for any old riffraff. They were invite-only, and even then, you had to be vetted within an inch of your life. You had to be suitable, prepared physically, mentally and financially to look after and support another person.
Once the formalities were sorted, the man smiled and gestured for them to move onwards. The large doors were opened for them, and once checking through security, the building opened out into a large, ornate foyer.
“Holy fuck...” Mitsuki whispered Katsuki’s thoughts, “I feel so out of place.”
“You are,” Bakugo scoffed, although he felt antsy too. His parents weren’t exactly poor, but this was a whole new world. He was a business owner, a good one and he’d made a lot of money in the last few years. It was nice to be able to buy whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted and not have any financial concerns, but this sort of thing still threw him off a bit. It was weird.
A large staircase wrapped around the foyer, but they were being ushered forwards still, under an elaborate arch that opened up in a large gallery. The walls were panelled and decorated in gold and beige, running up to the impossibly high ceilings which were painted to match – carved details like vines headed towards the centre of the room, meeting at a point and falling into a breath-taking chandelier.
“Do you think that would fit above our dining room table?”
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“What a shame. It’ll probably fit above yours.”
Bakugo ignored his mother teasing him and he shoved his hands further into his trouser pockets almost sulkily. He felt out of place. He was about to buy another person. Although said person wasn’t exactly going to object, it wasn’t like they were there against their will or anything, all Alpha’s opted to be here. It's just all Alpha’s had one thing in mind – to sit tight with an Omega.
He just needed to pick one he was compatible with. And he was fussy.
Bakugo tried to ignore his mother slipping a fancy looking bowl of potpourri into her bag.
“This way,” He grunted, clicking his tongue and heading towards another glass door. Another usher stood there smiling, and he checked Katsuki’s and Mitsuki’s ID before allowing them through. The blinding light startled Bakugo for a moment as they stepped into what looked like a large art gallery. The room was stark white and completely bare, a startling contrast from the rest of the 1920’s style building. This room had been utterly stripped, with the only giveaway that it was even part of the original building at all being the large, floor to ceiling, ornate windows running along one wall.
There was another red carpet, which Bakugo refrained the urge to spit on. Honestly, these pompous freaks running this show really knew how to make a day of it. The outlandish flexes of wealth only made him more uncomfortable – dirty – like he was doing something wrong. The class divide was made clear here, and something was unsettling about it.
Even more unsettling, were the glass boxes lined up around the outer edges of the room. From where Bakugo could see, there were at least 20 cubes, tall and wide and roped off from the red walkway. Stood within the boxes were the Alpha’s.
They stood tall, towering, which was only enhanced by the podiums on which they were placed. Bakugo was relatively tall for an Omega at 5’8”, but these men and women were well over 6 feet, easily. Despite the boxes making him sneer, reminding him of animals in a zoo, he knew they were necessary. For one, it probably wasn’t wise to have a bunch of Alpha’s in a room of Omega’s, and secondly, they played a part in the auction process.
The pheromones flying around the room mixed and muddled into a steamy cocktail, so it would be near impossible to distinguish scents. After all, the Alpha was choosing him just as much as he was choosing the Alpha in a way. He got to pick who he presented to, who he gave his scent to, but if the Alpha didn’t like his scent, then that was that.
Moving forward some more, he noticed a sign stood at the beginning of the carpet reading:
‘Please do not leave the red carpet
Any questions, please ask attendants’
Mitsuki was in his ear then, “I dare you to leave the carpet.”
Bakugo scoffed and elbowed her away, chewing on the inside of his cheek to mask his smile.
But then his mum was grabbing his hand, “Oh! Look at her, she’s pretty!” Bakugo didn’t get a chance to even object before he was dragged off, nearly tripping over the carpet.
Bakugo got pretty bored after about seven Alpha’s. It’s not that he wasn’t interested or anything, they were just all a bit... vanilla. All the Alpha’s had booklets before them, describing their likes and dislikes, what they enjoyed doing in their spare time, favourite movies and such. He didn’t really know what he was expecting to find. He supposed some of them weren’t so bad.
There was one he thought about offering his scent to. He’d flipped through their little manual twice; they had some things in common, and the Alpha was really quite pretty to look at. He was striking, with two-tone hair and eyes. Although there was a nasty scar on his left side, but Bakugo didn’t think that took away from his attractiveness.
“Really?” Mitsuki was sipping on her second glass of champagne. She had one in each hand, “A boy?”
“I like men,” Bakugo groused.
Mitsuki’s eyebrows shot up, “Oh, okay.” She took another loud sip. “Well, I suppose that narrows down our search.”
Bakugo’s eye twitched.
“Would you like to offer your scent?” The attendant asked politely, offering out a clean, white piece of cloth.
Katsuki slowly kissed his teeth, “We’ll loop back around.” He shot the Alpha one last look before turning away.
“I can’t help but notice...” Mitsuki said slowly, carefully, and Katsuki recognised that tone. It sent a shiver down his spine.
“What?”
“That you’re heading to the Alpha’s who are chained up,” She took another long slurp of her drink.
Bakugo rolled his eyes, “Don’t want no weak Alpha. He has to have a kick.”
Mitsuki just hummed knowingly, grabbing another glass of bubbly from a wandering server as they rounded the corner. She trailed after her son as he repeatedly made beelines towards the male Alpha’s with chains. Thank God for all the champagne.
“What about this one?” Mitsuki stopped in front of a bulky, blue-haired Alpha. He was tall and proud looking, and as she continued to sip at her champagne, he peered down his nose at her. But she wasn’t paying attention, far too busy flicking through the Alpha’s little booklet. “Hey, this one is actually fairly well educated. He enjoys reading, Katsuki!” She put her hand over her chest, nearly splashing champagne everywhere, “You could read together in your little reading nook! How precious!”
Bakugo barely shot a glance over his shoulder, “No, he wears glasses.”
Mitsuki nearly dropped her drinks, “And what’s wrong with that?” She barked, “You wear glasses, Katsuki!”
Bakugo was seething, “What did I tell you about saying that out loud!” He stomped off, ignoring this particular section of Alpha’s because they all looked nice and polite and--
He stopped dead. He didn’t even try to breathe when his breath hitched in his throat. Just beyond the corner stood a glass case slightly bigger than all the others, and he understood why immediately. It housed an absolute fucking unit of an Alpha, that’s why. The man was towering, in height and in width with biceps bigger than Katsuki’s head by a long shot. They stretched against the simple black tunic he and all the other Alpha’s were wearing, obviously, they didn’t make them big enough for him. The shirt collar was already ripped, and his trousers were straining and Bakugo realised all too late he was squinting to see if what was behind those trousers was visible.
“Hey, darling, what about--”
Katsuki only vaguely heard his mother as she came about the corner too, but he cut her off completely when he went marching towards the Alpha. The man had utterly shocking red hair, explosive and bright and stuck up in ridiculous spikes. He was tugging on his chains, bound by the wrist and up to his collar as clearly he became agitated by something. The Alpha was looking the other way, standing pin-straight and almost looking as though he was sniffing the air. It must have been instinct, because in those glass cases they couldn’t smell anything other than what they were given. He almost looked frustrated, pulling on his bindings.
And then eyes the colour of fresh strawberries swung towards Bakugo. The Alpha immediately stilled, ceasing his absent twitching and watched Bakugo approach. The redhead put a fucking massive hand up against the glass once Katsuki was before him, staring up at this beast of a man like a lemon. His mouth was slightly agape, and he watched with awe as the man tilted his face up again, as if trying to sniff the air again. Bakugo watched his wide chest heave, almost touching the glass as it rose.
And then the man's nails clawed, his pretty, soft brow knitted slightly as he grew frustrated once again, and his eyes swung down towards Bakugo. Although his gaze wasn’t angry, it was desperate. Katsuki watched the mans breathing increase, and suddenly he was nuzzling up against the glass, pressing his face and temple against the clear wall. His heavy chains smacked against the glass in a dull, muted thud, and before Bakugo even realised it he was extending a hand towards the attendee.
“Give me a damn hanky.”
“Hanky?” The bright-eyed girl looked confused for a moment, “Oh!” She giggled, rooting around for one of the cloths. “Wow, I haven’t seen him do this all day!” She was talking about the Alpha. But her look of pleasant surprise waned when Bakugo made quick work of rubbing the cloth against his scent gland almost furiously. “Don’t you want to read about Kirishima?”
“Kirishima, huh?” Bakugo grinned devilishly, watching the Alpha behind the glass begin to pace in agitation. He was so pretty, his face so soft and yet his body was... Bakugo nearly drooled. He threw the cloth back to the attendant who hurriedly opened the hatch in Kirishima’s glass wall.
The Alpha was already there, catching the cloth and bringing it up to his face as he fell to his knees. Bakugo watched with bated breath as Kirishima inhaled his scent, scrunching the clean, white cloth to his face. His eyes rolled, and Bakugo just caught the start of a loud whine before the attendant was locking up the hatch again.
Bakugo’s heart was racing away in his chest. He couldn’t even think straight, his mind fogged and clogged and all he could see was that Alpha inhaling his scent like he needed it to breathe.
“Would you like to smell Kirishima’s scent?” The attendant asked.
“No,” He snapped back, not taking his eyes of Kirishima as he rounded back on Bakugo from behind the glass. His hands were still up to his face, cradling the cloth, but he moved forwards, still on his knees to press his entire body up against the glass. Bakugo watched the veins in the Alpha’s neck twitch and work as he threw his head back and whined loudly, body rolling against the glass.
He didn’t need to smell Kirishima. If he did, he actually might lose his mind right there and then. The Alpha’s body rolled against the glass again, eyes tightly shut now, and Bakugo got a very good eyeful of his massive cock straining against his trousers.
“Oh, my,” Mitsuki appeared, choking through her gulp of fizz. She caught some as it dribbled down her chin, “what did you do?!” She accused.
Bakugo ignored her, turning to the attendant for only a second to bark, “Put my name down for him.”
“E-Erm,” The girl blinked, looking between Bakugo and Kirishima, “well, I definitely think he’s chosen you back.”
The Alpha was panting now, sliding his tongue around the glass, fogging it up as he continued to rut his hips towards Bakugo.
“Holy shit, Kat,” Mitsuki whispered, “that’s a whole lot of man,”
“I know,” Bakugo was grinning, and he licked his lips, watching the Alpha’s fat cock rub up against the glass over and over. Kirishima’s face was soft though, pleading, and when those strawberry hues finally came back to Bakugo he very nearly melted. He’d put money on Kirishima having the prettiest whine.
Kirishima may be an Alpha, but Bakugo couldn’t wait to show him who the real boss was.