Jack’s arms folded tightly over his chest, teeth set firmly in place as Rhys continues gently knocking on the door, purring carefully to the man surely inside. He hated how Rhys’ voice dropped into that soft register, so similar to how he sounded whenever he and Rhys were intimate and alone together. He should only be using that kind of voice when he was with Jack, and not waste it on a monster that probably couldn’t even comprehend something as deep as their love and loyalty for one another.

Still, he remained quiet, close-lipped on his opinions about the dangerous omega for now, as Rhys was finally able to get a response from the man locked in the room. Jack didn’t fully understand why Rhys even needed to get a response in the first place—sure, it was polite, but they owned the key to the door, and the omega was a guest, however unwanted, in their home. Could they not just walk right in?

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Jack didn’t like having to do this.

He didn’t particularly like Rhys being around this…this man. Barely a man, in Jack’s opinion. Too far gone in the mind, poorly hardwired to deal with the realities of life and interaction with other people in a way that wasn’t violent. Sure, Jack was no stranger to violence, being a hitman, but his violence had a purpose. It was his duty to shoot and kill in order to keep Rhys safe.

But this man…this man was certainly not helping Rhys be safe. And Jack wished very deeply that his young omega boss would stop entertaining the antics of this bloodthirsty stranger.

Unfortunately, he’s dedicated his loyalty to Rhys, deferring his own decisions to his boss’s judgment, and for now Rhys has decided that he wants to keep his little “project” close to his heart.

So, for now, Jack would have to bite his own tongue and make sure that this strange omega didn’t end up harming his beloved Rhys.

He was glued to the omega’s side more tightly than he even had before whenever the pink-haired man was present, defensive over his Rhys whenever the other man got too close or tried to talk to the boss in that weird, halting way that made Jack’s skin crawl. Jack disliked everything about the other man—from his wan, nigh translucent skin, to the tepid, scratching pink hair that sprouted from his scalp, to the way he smelled, to the way Rhys had given him a nickname instead of coaxing out whatever his real name was, if he even had one.

Any moments alone with Rhys have now become even more precious to him, considering how often the strange omega tried to get between them. At the very least, Rhys had agreed to keep the man locked up in the spare room during the nights, telling Jack that at the very least Rhys was somewhat aware about the potential danger he posed. And it gave them assured moments of privacy together that Jack found himself craving throughout the day.

One night, he was laying on his back with Rhys atop him, the couple laying flush together with Jack’s knot firmly wedged inside of his lover’s body. Rhys seemed more than pleased, squirming slightly with the cock within him and the cum steadily filling up his stomach. The alpha was more than happy to cuddle, grateful for the closeness and quiet, until his lover spoke up.

“Jack…I want you to do something for me,” Rhys asked softly, nuzzling his nose into Jack’s fuzzy chest. The alpha petted down the omega’s slim back, palms sliding over his warm skin in a comforting pattern. He could feel the omega’s purrs through his spine, radiating from his core in comforting vibrations into Jack’s own body. Jack tilted his chin downwards as Rhys glanced up, raising his eyebrows at the slight worried wrinkle to Rhys’ brow.

“Yes? Is something the matter зайчик?” Jack cooed, his other hand petting back Rhys’ tousled hair as he sought to smooth out the hint of worry that had crept into his beloved’s features. It was his job to make sure his young boss was as stress-free and calm as possible, if he could help it.

Rhys bit his lip, worrying it with his perfect teeth as he locked eyes earnestly with Jack.

“I need you to do something with….with you know who.”

Despite his usually stoic exterior, displeasure flickered around Jack’s expression. He frowned, his stomach twisting slightly at the idea of having to spend any more time with the pink-haired man. If Rhys wanted to spent part of his leisure time taking care of the other omega, then that was fine, but Jack wanted to interact with him as little as possible. Hell, he had tried several times to distract Rhys from visiting where the pink haired omega was locked up in the room on the floor above them—their current, cuddling position had been a result of such impulse. He deserved Rhys time far more than this monster did, in any case.

“I…Rhys, me and the killer do not get along particularly well, do you not remember?” Jack said as gently as he could muster, fingertips gently stroking along Rhys’ scalp. He heard the omega fussing softly, shifting against his body.

“I…I know, but…he needs our help, Jack.”

“Rhys…” Jack sighed, “you don’t…you cannot possibly help everyone.”

“Yeah, I know that, but I can help this guy if I want…he needs somebody. You know that,” Rhys eyes were wide and moist as he looks up at his lover. Jack swore inwardly.

Damn that begging look.

——

Corralling the other omega ended up more difficult than Jack had initially anticipated. He had let Rhys go ahead of him, the boss softly knocking at the door and whispering coaxing words to the killer housed inside of the room.

“Dvornya? Are you in there?” Jack’s jaw twitched at the name, the butchering of his mother language spilling from his boss’s lips. In his frustration he’d often yelled or growled in Russian at the murderous omega, and to his displeasure Rhys had picked up on some of his choicer language and warped it into something affectionate towards the monster.

Jack’s arms folded tightly over his chest, teeth set firmly in place as Rhys continues gently knocking on the door, purring carefully to the man surely inside. He hated how Rhys’ voice dropped into that soft register, so similar to how he sounded whenever he and Rhys were intimate and alone together. He should only be using that kind of voice when he was with Jack, and not waste it on a monster that probably couldn’t even comprehend something as deep as their love and loyalty for one another.

Still, he remained quiet, close-lipped on his opinions about the dangerous omega for now, as Rhys was finally able to get a response from the man locked in the room. Jack didn’t fully understand why Rhys even needed to get a response in the first place—sure, it was polite, but they owned the key to the door, and the omega was a guest, however unwanted, in their home. Could they not just walk right in?

Jack’s eyes narrowed as Rhys finally brandished the silvery key that now hung on a chain about his neck, carefully unlocking the door and letting it creak open.

Jack flinched as a wave of thick scent washed over them both, thick with the markers of a desperately needy omega. Usually, such a scent meant Rhys was in dire need of some attention from his alpa, and usually Jack would be excited and immediately jumping to care for his lover, but in this case, the scent just filled him with annoyance and dread.

The pink omega looked bedraggled as he stood nervous in the light now seeping in from the main hallway, washing out his pale skin and the stringy nature of his hair. His pants were practically hanging off of his hips, and one strap of his mesh shirt was drooping over his shoulder, exposing one sunken pec. Jack’s lip curled distastefully, but he’d promised Rhys that he would do his best to take care of this omega’s need and help him get some manner of physical relief, at least until they found someone else who would agree to take care of him in that manner.

“Hey, Dvornya, it’s okay, I’m here to help you, okay? Jack’s gonna help you too. It’s gonna be okay,” Rhys soothed, standing in a relaxed position with his hands up, as if to show he wasn’t a threat. Jack made no such attempt to change his stance, glare hardening as the pink omega approached his mate like a deceptively tame animal. Jack tensed, ready to jump on the beast if he had to, remembering what had happened the very first time Rhys had been alone with this. Jack wouldn’t forget for a long time the moment he had broken into the filthy, abandoned apartment to find the murderous omega atop his scared, bound lover.

And still, still Rhys wanted to help him, had roped Jack into helping him. Literally, he thought with a bitter curl of his lip, as he looked down at the silky length of rope wrapped over his forearm.

Rhys was touching the pink omega now, hands softly caressing his face and brushing the stringy bits of hair out of his eyes. Jealousy prickled inside of Jack as he finally stepped inside of the room, grasping the door and pulling it roughly shut behind them, locking it so that the killer couldn’t try to escape from them if things went sour—though according to Jack, they already were.

“See? Its okay. We’re just here to help you through this until we can find someone else to help you more, okay?” Rhys soothed as he directed the whining pink omega back towards the bed, encouraging him to sit. Jack remained standing, though he set all the supplies he had brought with him on the nightstand—the length of rope, a silky, black blindfold, and a buckled, leathery arm binder. He caught the pink omega stealing nervous, unsure glances at the items and fought back with an intense glare, Rhys noticed, placing his hands on the pink omega’s shoulders and softly rubbing his exposed skin.

“Dvornya, hey, don’t be worried, okay? We’re not going to do anything that you don’t want to do, we just think this is….something that will help us help you with what you’re feeling, okay?” Rhys sounded so motherly, like this, reminding Jack again of how much he wanted to properly bond and mate with Rhys someday, have a couple of pups—hopefully without having to waste time caring for this psychopath.

“So,” Jack spoke up, his voice firm and flat, “how do you want to do this?”

Jack didn’t particular want this pink omega touching Rhys again, but he knew that it would be more difficult to gain the monster’s touch if Rhys was not involved. He watched his omega’s expression as Rhys thought, still absently stroking the pink omega’s shoulders as if he was comforting a child.

“I…I think it would be best if I lied down on the bed and had him on top of me….just sitting, Jack, okay?” Rhys amended, noticing the angry twitch in Jack’s lip. The alpha just barely suppressed a growl, still not liking this idea, but at this point unless he followed through with it, Rhys would end up being even more upset.

“All right. Suppose that will work,” Jack grimaced as he took a seat on the bed next to Rhys, one hand resting firmly on the omega’s back. Rhys twitched, turning his chin slightly to look behind him, glancing back at Jack for a brief moment before he was shifting, maneuvering past the pink omega, leaving a dangerous amount of space between him and Jack before Rhys laid back down against the bed. He stretched his legs out, laying completely flat as he craned his neck up, beckoning softly at the pink omega. The man hesitated, for a moment, glancing from the prone Rhys to the guarded, steely-eyed alpha that was sizing him up, almost daring him to try anything out of place—to give Jack an excuse to toss his mangy hide out once and for all. Jack watched as the pink omega carefully eased himself up, coordinated his gangly, shaking limbs all together, getting on all fours to crawl atop of Rhys. Jack’s lip twitched into an inaudible growl as the strange omega sat down gingerly on Rhys’ resting thighs, long fingers clenching nervously into the bedsheets.

Keeping a careful eye on the two omegas, Jack rose briefly to retrieve the binder, blindfold, and ropes from the nightstand, setting all the items on the bed as he sat on his knees, positioning himself carefully. He could smell the scent coming stronger off of the pink omega’s body, could see the way his spine stood out from the pale, almost translucent skin, the way his bones trembled and shook as if they were trying to poke free from his flesh. He looked like a starved dog, despite the fact that Rhys consistently invited him to dinner and left plenty of food in his room in case he got hungry. Jack didn’t see any sight or smell of food spoiling in the room, so the man must be eating, but then why was he so ghastly and thin?

“Jack?” Came Rhys’ voice from below the pink omega, calling the alpha’s attention. Jack raised a brow, peering around the killer’s body to glance at his mate, who was looking back at him with a quizzical expression.

“What?” His reply was perhaps a little heart. Rhys’ face flinched, clearly noticing, but he didn’t address it.

“Can you um….get things started? He’s, uh….well, he looks really eager…” Rhys trailed off as the pink omega’s hand rested against his stomach, drawing the attention of both Rhys and Jack, who was quick to seize the pink omega’s upper arms and pull the limbs around behind his back.

“Easy….be nice,” Rhys chastised as his hands lifted to pet at the pink omega’s thighs, easing the nervous, aroused trembling running through the man’s wan muscles. Jack’s lip curled in a grumpy frown as he dutifully set about clasping the leathery arm binder around the pink omega’s arms, sheathing them all the way up to mid-tricep. He pulled the straps deftly through the brassy buckles, clipping them snugly around the pink omega’s arms and securing them with a testing tug. He hears Rhys cooing to the man between him and Jack, but the alpha does his best to ignore them, to just focus on the task at hand.

Because that’s what it was. A task, and nothing more.

He forwent the rope, for now, not wanting to spend so much time weaving artistic patterns of rope over the omega’s body—that was something reserved for Rhys, for the young man had a desirable, flawless omega body. It was elegant, unlike the scrawny, half-staved and scarred omega that Rhys wanted Jack to care for with the hands usually reserved only for his mate.

Jack picked up the blindfold, rubbing his thick fingers over the silky fabric, reaching around to drape it about the pink omega’s eyes. He tensed as he feels the man gasp, muscles instinctively reacting to a sudden movement of someone he distrusted, waiting for Rhys to move his hands up to rub the omega’s hips, soothing him so Jack could finish binding the blindfold about his eyes.

The alpha rested his hand on the pink omega’s shoulders, vaguely staring off into space as he steeled himself for what Rhys wanted him to do next. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on Rhys’ scent, to trick himself that he’s doing this for his omega’s sake alone.

Jack’s fingers trailed down the knobby spine poking through the killer’s skin, fingers dancing at the waistband of his pants. His belt was so loose that Jack could pull his pants down his thin hips with little effort, showing off his ghost-pale ass, already glimmering softly with slick between the cheeks. He let his eyes flutter half-close, taking a deep breath, focusing on the distant scent markers of Rhys, who was pulling the pink omega’s pants down from the front and rubbing his fingers against his slit. Jack could hear the soothing coos that Rhys was making, mingling in with the roughening pants from the omega nestled between the two of them. Jack grunted as his hands smoothed down to the killer’s quivering ass, slipping one long, thick finger between his asscheeks to coat it with slick.

The pink omega let out a low warble as Jack continued to press his finger inside, focusing on the sensation of warmth and pressure around him while ignoring exactly who he was pleasuring. He forced reality from his mind, instead pretending that it was Rhys who he was fingering instead of just the man that Rhys had decided he should “help.”

The scent certainly helped—at the end of the day, aroused omegas smelled pleasantly, regardless of whether it was one you were in love with or not. Jack took a deep breath, drawing the mingled smell of Rhys and the pink omega into his lungs, his brain growing slightly dizzy, cock starting to harden in his pants as he added another finger. He spread them out inside of the pink omega, spine prickling as a pleased keen cut into the quiet of the room. He could hear Rhys softly whispering words of encouragement—to either he or the omega, who knew, but it hardly mattered as Jack leaned forward and blindly nuzzled against the killer’s shoulder, his fingers rubbing up against all the sensitive omega glands deep inside.

The pink omega shifted softly against his restraints, arms pulling slightly against the binder as he tossed his head back, stringy locks of hair falling across his forehead. Jack’s other hand reached around to clamp firmly on his hips, fingers nudging where Rhys was also gripping tightly, steadying the man between them as they pleasured him from both sides.

Jack shiverd as he felt a heavy wave of slick wash over his fingers as the pink omega shrieked, body jerking as he came into Rhys’ hand. Jack’s arms wrappred around the pink omega’s waist as he went limp, nearly slumping forward over Rhys’ body as the mob boss sat up, cooing softly as he presses reassuring kisses all over his worn face.

“Good….good boy, good dvornya…don’t worry, we’re going to take care of you…” Rhys purred, pressing a tender kiss to the side of the pink omega’s temple as he looked at Jack over his shoulder.

“Aren’t we?”

Jack’s lip still twitched, but the amiable scent of the two aroused omegas and the asking glimmer in his mate’s eyes soothed his annoyance.

“Of course we will.”