Gods and Monsters || Vaer
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				Title: <strong>Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 00:38:30</strong>
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				Moving to Avalon had been one of the best decisions of his life.<br><br>The city was large, but sprawling, though it was definitely more concentrated in the middle where the hustle-and-bustle often made it feel like one of the bigger cities in the country. Yet, you didn’t have to leave the city to get a bit of relaxation and to feel as though you were getting away from it all. There were tall skyscrapers and suburbs, an area that was more dilapidated on the poor side of town, and open parks and forests near the outskirts of the city. There was public transportation and places where you could walk to everything you could ever need. Overall, it was a thriving city and up-and-coming for most of the residents.<br><br>Avalon was one of the few cities making progress when it came to Omega rights. It was the main reason that Emerson had moved there in the first place.&nbsp; As an Omega, he was going to go nowhere in his home town. His parents wanted nothing to do with him, and the state would have wanted nothing to do with him. He would end up a prostitute or mated to some forceful Alpha as his mistress, meant for birthing him bastard pups and being his sex-slave in secrecy. That had been the plan, long ago, when his parents had tried to marry him off… but instead of letting that happen, he managed to escape the home town at the ripe age of seventeen. He’d taken a rickety bus all the way to Avalon and started his life anew after stealing his funds that were his birth-right from his parents.<br><br>Now, he was settled in Avalon, and loved it. Sure, he was living paycheck to paycheck, and he didn’t live in the safest part of town. But that didn’t matter because he had enough food to survive, a kitten to look after, and his camera and laptop. He also had a very secure job and the funds from his paycheck were helping him stay alive. That was all he needed, ultimately, and all he really cared about at this point in his young life. <br><br>He worked for a very prestigious photography and design company. They were often chosen to be hired out to other companies for graphic design, web design, or photoshoots. He’d fought hard for his position and worked his way up to becoming a rather independent photographer, and he liked to think that he was becoming rather well-known in his area of expertise. He liked the strict deadlines, the late hours, and the constant variation in his work schedule. There were always challenges and there were always creative niches to fill. It was a stimulating job that he truly enjoyed.<br><br>Emerson had arrived to the party of a recent employer a bit early. The man was very well-known in the design world and the world of fashion. Really, the company his father owned was in charge of quite a few different branches throughout the city and state and covered a variety of different business topics. This party was set to celebrate a new contract signing with an upcoming fashion company, and Emerson had been asked by his department to go and get some photographs. There were three photographers there to cover what they could, the intention of promoting this company even further and the new fashion design line that would displayed as part of the entertainment of the night.<br><br>Today, Emerson’s white-blonde hair was pulled into a braid that trailed over his right shoulder. His lean, lithe frame was dressed in a rather androgynous outfit (https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/05/33/45/0533456842b7e3dc2ab5e511ce3df27d.jpg) that suited his style and looks very well. He had been told his looks were rather feminine, and honestly, it made him more comfortable to just wear what he wanted. He might have bargain shopped for his outfits and clothes, but being in the industry he was in, he tended to make it look rather high-end, in his own way. Soft, salt-and-pepper fox ears peaked out from his smoothe, thick hair, and his bushy tail of similar colors swayed low behind him as he made a few adjustments on his camera and changed the lens on it for the second time that night. There was a small room off to the side that the photographers could use, and that was where his bag was stored. He hummed, tapping his feet for a moment on the fancy floors before he headed back out into the party that was in full-swing.<br><br>The fashion show was going to begin soon, and he knew that the shots would sell big to the magazine companies who couldn’t send their own photographers. Besides, it gave him a bit of a bonus to be there outside of his typical work hours. He could use the extra money. And the people in the crowd weren’t too bad to look at, either. Warm, light-brown eyes gazed around as he tried to put himself into a good position for the show, readying his camera with his tail swishing excitedly. There were a lot of high-society people here mingling, and he felt rather out-of-place being a non-pureblood. His human skin was an obvious indicator of his lineage that he couldn’t hide, but he wouldn’t let it bring him down. <br><br>Thankfully, he had started a new dose of suppressants the day before this. His scent would be hardly detectable because of the drugs, and he preferred it that way. He didn’t want to be judged by his rank in this life; he wanted to be judged by his passion and his work. Gazing through the crowds, he casually stood there before catching sight of the man of the hour. He was the son of the large corporation’s head hauncho and he would inherit it all as soon as his father retired. A handsome wolf, to boot, and Emerson found himself smiling as he took a few non-conspicuous photos of the man as he chatted with his guests. <br><br>A smile tugged at the corners of Emerson’s full lips – he found that this man always took great pictures. He couldn’t wait to edit them later.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>01-09-2015, 17:52:00</strong>
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				He has always been good being a wolf on the hunt. From a very young age he has been given the best education money can buy, personal trainers to help him stay fit and mentally sound, and all his life he has enjoyed delicious, healthy meals, great company among Alphas and ass-kissing Betas, and been generally treated like a Prince. But it's not because of his upbringing, and excellent social skills, that David Tremaine is such a leading force for his still growing family company. No, that is solely thanks to his instincts as the powerful Alpha wolf that he is, pure-blooded and a perfect specimen of the black furred family line. This instinct alone has saved him many times in hunting new models, securing new contracts, and maintaining the right relationships with the right sort of people. An invaluable edge in this increasingly more competitive market.<br><br>His parents, both traditionalists and strong believers in the old values of pure blooded relationships, have made sure their David deserve only the best, because he is to lead this company one day and thus also will have a 'real' relationship with another Alpha. That has made the otherwise strong and powerful Alpha male sigh in worry. His instincts have hunted many profits for his father, who still holds the seat of CEO, but his eyes have been privately hunting a whole other target all for himself. Oh yes, the little guy probably tries to hide his nature with suppressants, and tries his best to meld in to the background, but as soon as the handsome black wolf laid his eyes on the cute, lithe photographer, David could not stop thinking what fun he wanted to do with that sweet, tight-<br><br>"Ah, David! I see you spare no expense when you are celebrating another contract secured for the company." It's one of my father's old friends, the sweet Lady Thatcher. The sexy lioness in her mature years, with a body looking at least ten years younger than she actually is, and that lovely face that always attract lots of young males. But the young man has always felt a bit awkward around her, as she has seen him growing up and all. Almost been his nurse at times, so while many young studs have their eyes on her fantastic body and asks me all the time if David has shagged her, he just shakes my head and laugh it off. So, to keep a friendly bond between them two, the handsome bachelor hugs her in a friendly manner, and gives her cheeks a kiss each.<br><br>"It was a hard one to secure, ma'am. A real den of wolves, literally, so I had to bear fangs and flex some muscle to show that my father's company is not a bitch to be bent over for any young and upcoming stalwart. Partner up or get out, as it were." He chuckles casually and sips some more victory champagne, the bitter-sweet liqueur really giving the black wolf a nice, warm buzz. Inhibition loosening up, and the heat slowly brewing. Today... will be the day, he thinks to himself while the 'cougar' lioness continues with a chuckle.<br><br>"Oho! That's my boy! You have really grown up, David. So young and handsome. Hmm~ I even heard you had some fun with the Beta models that were recently recruited last week. Still chasing skirts and not obeying your parents' wishes to look for a pure, strong Alpha female yet?" With slight omen, David can literally hear the strong implication dripping with every word in the last two sentences there. Lady Thatcher is just as pressuring as my dad sometimes, just as wanting to see the future CEO of the Tremaine company to have his heritage secured as much as this contract of his. She wants little David to find himself a really strong mate, and then mate the ever living shit out of her, get lots of strong pups, and live happily ever after. <br><br>"I am still young, ma'am! You, and dad, are simply worrying too much. Now excuse me, but there are some business I need to deal with over there." He points toward a small group of Alphas, two horses, three of the feline bloodline, and gray wolf. All now assimilated to work for David's company. Lady Thatcher just grins and walks off to start flirting with a few Betas, as is her hobby during most parties, while the black wolf shakes more hands and shares more champagne.<br><br>It's another five minutes before the show is going to commence. Was another of David's ideas, to show the new partners (really, that company has actually given their rights to the Tremaine company - partnership is just a nice formality) what sort of amazing artistic value and strong fashion sense this company has. It's all part of David's strategy to, in a way, break his partners down by the superiority of his company, and to then make them see how much better it is to be working for the Tremaine's. <br><br>Then their eyes meet.<br><br>As young Emerson, who stands out among all these pure blood Alphas and powerful Betas, snaps a few photos of the handsome black wolf David, he turns to look at the arctic fox half-breed directly in his eyes. Many do thing Emerson is a Beta, as he is so driven and strong-willed, but to David, whose instincts are a bit stronger than most, he knows exactly what that cute little guy is. And as he looks into the big, beautiful eyes of young Emerson, he licks his lips, and gives a slight wolfish grin.<br><br>Then the entire room start to dim down as the show slowly starts with a young supermodel, in extreme designer fashion dress, takes the stage and officially greets everyone to the 'private catwalk' for every attending businessman here. It's all glamour and extravaganza, which is of course the reason why that arctic fox was invited here, among others. Or so everyone has been led to believe. David actually took the opportunity of this party to make it so extravagant... just for the sole purpose to have that cute, sexy guy be here. David even has more plans, it's not just going to be a few glances and then spending a whole night masturbating to the memories of Emerson's adorable face. He starts moving through the crowd, like a predator he creeps closer and closer to the 'hidden' Omega among the wolves. Hehehe! The very idea makes the excitement of this little hunt all the better. Or maybe it's just the alcohol getting to his brain.<br><br>If Emerson weren't using those suppressants, he might feel how something, with probably mischievous intent, is drawing closer. Like a shark to a delicious piece of lamb.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 02:30:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;Emerson knew a few faces at this party, though he knew them just as that – faces. He had probably been introduced to them at some point in his brief time here, but he wasn’t the best when it came to names. The one name he tended to remember was David Tremaine’s. Though, that wasn’t very special because <em>everyone</em> knew David Tremaine’s name and could recognize his face in any crowd. David Tremaine was one of the hottest, wealthiest, and most sought-after Alpha male bachelors in the nation. He’d heard of him back in his hometown, and that was honestly saying something, considering the condition of that conservative place. His jaw ticked just thinking about it and he pursed his lips, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand and not get distracted by pretty faces, but rather, pretty clothes. <em>Just do your job, man. Do your job and go home to get some sleep. You have a big job to do tomorrow at the office to get these photos out to the highest bidders.</em> That meant a long night of editing, probably at his typical all-night coffee shop. If he went there he would have coffee and internet. Then, he could probably head home to sleep with his kitten for a little while before heading back into the office.<br><br>It might have seemed tedious and even a little draining, but Emerson lived for it. <br><br>He lived for his job, for most of everyone there assuming he was a Beta, but those who mattered knowing he was a hard-working Omega. His boss knew, simply because it was disclosed information in case some emergency came up, and his friends at work knew. Those Alphas who were keen enough to notice, like Tremaine, certainly knew… but most didn’t pay him any mind. That was fine by him. He’d worked too hard to run away from home and come to Avalon so his life could get on track. He wanted to live the life <em>he</em> wanted and not what someone else wanted. Only progressive cities like this one were the places that this goal could be accomplished.<br><br>As the voices died down and the music grew louder, he turned his camera towards the fashion show. He remained where he was, simply because he had an excellent angle there and was confident with his editing skills and his lens. He occasionally caught glimpses of the other photographers and let them move around, flitting, trying to get good shots, while he kept his golden position. He smirked to himself, finding the outfits rather appealing, knowing that this merger certainly meant a lot to the company that had become partners with the Tremaine company.&nbsp; Casually blowing some air up to push some of his bangs from his face, he got behind the view of his camera once more and continued to snap picture.<br><br>He was focused on his work; his tail was an absolute sign of that. It was rather stiff as it occasionally swished, bushy and silky and beautiful. He couldn’t wait until the colder months, when his ears and tail would be a shade similar to his hair color. Absentmindedly licking his lips, he focused on the photos and the models and his camera, not even sensing the Alpha male that was sneaking up on him. He’d spoken, and even flirted a bit, with David Tremaine on occasion – but he tried desperately to keep things professional. He couldn’t deny the connection between them, but he knew that he needed to remind himself constantly that this was basically his boss. He was almost certain that the company he was working for was a client of the Tremaine company and there was no way he was going to fraternize with his boss – let alone David Tremaine! Sure, it’d be nice… but he’d worked too hard. People would think negatively of it. And there’d never be truth in their relationship; Emerson couldn’t open up completely to someone like David.<br><br>The shutter sound was quiet as he clicked several photos in succession, his sharp eyes keenly watching the screen of his camera while his ears tipped forward in concentration. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 18:41:50</strong>
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				Oh, how good that foxy half-breed looks as he concentrates with the photos and the camerawork. David made sure to move as quietly, and as discreetly, as possible in the background while the entire crowd enjoys ever single supermodel appearing with the next outrageously gorgeous outfit. The Tremaines truly have a knack for fashion, from media to latest fashion, and today is no different. The new merger contract had went so well that the now buzzed up and hungry wolf has the confidence of a 'true' Alpha Wolf. His black fur almost rise in excitement, and his tail has to be controlled with all his might, or it will waggle back and forth with such joy it will most assuredly knock out a poor accountant or two.<br><br>Sneaking in, seizing the opportunity as a waiter walks by, Emerson suddenly feels a mighty paw on his shoulder, black in fur and with such strength it's a miracle it doesn't crush him with just sheer manliness. If the cute little Omega-in-hiding turns around to see just who dare disturbing his precious work, all he can see is the biggest wolfish grin ever, perfect white and sharp teeth almost blinding in the dark. He doesn't say anything, it would be pretty bad to start a scene here, but David drags Emerson just a bit to the side from the rest of the crowd before he shush the boy up.<br><br>"Want to have a word with you, Emerson. In my study. Going to be quick." And then he drags the arctic fox off again, to a much smaller room, but which is much more homely and comfortable. No other soul here, except for the black wolf Alpha, and the white fox Omega. The party and the music still goes on outside, muffled now as David quickly shuts the door. He doesn't lock it or anything, and the lighting in his study is evenly lit and easy on the eyes. He doesn't want to scare or make the cute Emerson think me means anything... bad.<br><br>David has his entire plan made up in his head. Every step of the way perfectly paced, and everything is set... Just that he has a bit of trouble starting a conversation here. Not really knowing why, he tries to first break the ice a bit by asking some hopefully not so awkward questions, small-talk as it were.<br><br>"Uhm... Well, how are you? Work going good?" He still holds his drink, and he does admit he feel buzzed and all, but David has never had any issues talking to others. Yet with this Omega, no matter hos strong-willed he might be, makes the big wolf feel just slightly nervous. As if he's actually concerned not to hurt this cute and slender fox's feelings. "I suppose you aren't often invited to parties such as these, right?"<br><br><em>Come on, David! Be as aggressive as you felt dragging this delicious morsel to your private study! Tower over him, make him take in your dominance!</em> Gah! Damn nerves. This is not what David had planned at all. Fuck the small-talk, this is about an Alpha catching his sweet Omega prey! <br><br>And as soon as his instincts slap some sense into him, and thanks to the alcohol coursing through his blood, David suddenly shifts back to pure confidence and steps much closer to the fox after he responds, or not, to David's awkwardness.<br><br>"Forget it, I am not here to hear how you are doing in your career, you sexy little thing. I had my eyes on you for some time now... And I am here to propose something for you." His parents are traditionalists, wanting the strong Alpha son to marry into another powerful Alpha bloodline. A pure blood relationship. But David had his lust boiling for nothing other than the sexiest, cutest Omega boy he's ever seen. Someone who gives off a strong sense of spirit and willpower, and someone that David can't help but to admit to even have helped out a bit in secret. He knows Emerson has it bad, pretty damn bad in comparison to most Betas. Typical Omega affair maybe, but in this city that should be inexcusable, which proclaim so much modern thinking and progress. Sigh.<br><br>"You interested to hear what I got to say, Emerson?" But those sort of worries can wait. Right now David just embrace his aggressive instincts and lean over to almost trap the little foxy, letting Emerson take in all his body up close, his face as well... and his Alpha musk. "I know you take suppressants, and that you are an Omega, so don't even try those 'I am just a Beta doing my job' line. I heard you doing that to my accountants, was pretty funny seeing your deception working so well." And he grins, but doesn't show he's mad at Emerson for hiding what he really is. Must be surprising to have the son of a famously traditional, and powerful family like the Tremaine not really caring if he's an Omega. It just seems to make him even happier... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 20:12:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;Emerson’s entire body seemed to react to David’s presence, even if he didn’t realize it at first. His tail stiffened slightly behind him and his entire body seemed to tense. Ears rocketing into an upright position, he lifted his gaze straight from the viewfinder of his camera to the darkly furred paw that had landed heavily on his shoulder. His eyes widened slightly and his salt-and-pepper ears twitched a little before he canted his head and shot a look over his shoulder at the one and only, David Tremaine. His heart stuttered a bit in his chest as he subconsciously fought the urge to lick his lips, gazing over the powerful, darkly-furred Alpha wolf. This man was also his boss, and that reminder seemed to be playing on a reel in the back of his mind as he took in a soft breath to try and keep himself calm. It helped to dull the natural sense of surprise that had entered his visage before a small smirk appeared on his semi-plush lips. <strong>“Yes, Mr. Tremaine?”</strong><br><br>He assumed that David had a question, or wanted to know about how the pictures were coming. Never did he think that Mr. Tremaine was going to drag him off to his study, claiming that he wanted to have a word with him. The idea of them being alone together suddenly had his fur bristling and all alarms in his head going off. No, no, play it cool. Mentally, he chided himself for such worry – he was an Omega, but he could handle himself. He took self-defense classes when he could afford them and he knew how to defend himself in almost any situation. It had been important to him, when he moved into the big city. They were skills he wished he had the opportunity to learn back in his hometown. They would have saved him plenty of heartache and hard times. He quickly went over the sensitive parts of the body as Tremaine pulled him into his office and shut the heavy door behind them, muffling the sound of the fashion show and party. His ears shifted as he listened for the sound of a lock, relaxing as he realized that he didn’t hear one. Well, at least he knew he had an easier escape, should it come to that.<br><br>Blinking towards his boss, his fingers fidgeted with the camera around his neck, now draped down near his chest. The camera strap he had was patterned, handmade into a rather stylish thing from the typical black strap most seemed to have. It looked like it was hand-stitched and had taken quite a bit of precious time. Precious time and multiple bandages for stabbed fingertips. The questions David asked him took him by surprise, causing him to smile slightly, shifting a little on his feet. <strong>“Erm… it’s going well, thank you, sir. And no, I’m not-“ </strong><br><br>He felt like he was going to get whiplash, the way that Mr. Tremaine was changing topics. He had gone from a bit nervous – startling the Omega across from him – to the typical, overbearing type of an Alpha. Confident and reeking of pheromones. They were almost too much at first, filling Emerson’s senses as the man stepped closer to him, invading his personal bubble enough to cause him to take a step back with one foot. It gave them just a bit more distance, made him just a bit more comfortable being so close to the strong Alpha. A slim adam’s apple bobbed beneath his pale throat as he swallowed heavily, heart pounding as he took in what David was saying. He wanted to propose something…? He thought he was sexy? A blush edged into his features for a few moments before it quickly was replaced with the harsh edge of defensiveness that he was used to displaying. No; he wasn’t going to just bow to this Alpha because he was expressing what he wanted. That wasn’t who he was.<br><br>He took his time to answer, figuring that maybe this Alpha would have more to say – and he was right. They always had more to say. His wide, owlish eyes blinked slowly as he let a slight smile appear on his features. His tail twitched behind him, draped down casually. It wasn’t tucked; it wasn’t showing any sign of permission. It would take quite a bit of overpowering to make Emerson bow to an Alpha. A light eyebrow lifted for a moment as he listened to David speak aggressively, stepping forward and causing Emerson to step back a little more. He bumped back against something – he didn’t look away to check – and felt caged in. Fight-or-flight began to work in his mind, churning the gears rather rapidly before he took a slow breath to try and calm himself and not let the Alpha scent get to his head. Bracing his jaw and standing his ground, his eyes narrowed slightly towards David Tremaine, showing him a bit of defiance. Just because he was wealthy, handsome, and an Alpha – and his <em>boss</em>, he grumpily reminded himself – didn’t mean that he was going to get whatever he so pleased from <em>this</em> Omega.<br><br><strong>“Well, it seems you are as observant as they say, Mr. Tremaine. But I like my work to be judged by quality – not because of what I rank among societal standards,”</strong> he responded with in a smooth, calm voice. His voice was rich like honey, but light and slightly feminine to match the androgynous look he carried about with him. He cocked his head a little and then shifted his camera a bit to cross his arms over his chest slightly. There were lean muscles pressing against the material of his plaid top, and a delicate collarbone slightly revealed on either side of his grey shirt beneath. <br><br><strong>“I suppose I am interested, for curiosity’s sake,”</strong> he commented back, slightly snarky, but in a playful way.<strong> “I suspect if it had been vastly important, like for work or something, you would have told me already and wouldn’t have dragged me away from my job…”</strong> His job was important to him and he knew he was probably missing vital shots right now. A slight tap of his foot showed that he didn’t really like to fool around and was sometimes rather impatient, but that only added to the fiery spirit of the Omega standing before him. <br><br><strong>“So… Mr. Tremaine, what did you wish to propose?”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>02-09-2015, 21:47:23</strong>
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				"Oh, don't worry about the show. It will go on for another two hours, and you will get the best seat of the main event as well." But damn if this fox isn't putting up a bit of a fight!<br><br>This city might be progressive, but not enough for David to face an actual Omega that is as defiant and feisty as Emerson. This big, lean, mean Alpha wolf almost wants to back off and give the half-breed the time he wanted... Wait, no, this isn't how it's going to be! Why does he feel like this? This young, pretty boy, an Omega at that, he... The son of the Tremaine company has problems taking an Omega as his own, all because he can't be so selfish in front of the slender little fox.<br><br>With a voice full of power, that kind that is as masculine as it is strong, yet crystal clear, David takes the word again. Showing another wolfish grin, he leans into Emerson, playfully looking him over a bit. "Judged by your quality, huh? Mhmm... I see lots of quality here. That slender body, that cute face..." But suddenly the muscular, well-dressed wolf takes two steps back and give you the personal space you seem to clamor for so much. "But I have seen your photos, Emerson. They are pretty good. But I am not here to discuss the photos."<br><br>David looks the Omega photographer again, clearly taking in his body with deliciously slow pacing. "I want you, Emerson. You might fight it, taking suppressants and doing everything in your power to fight nature, but I actually want you to embrace it with me. I want to embrace it, that powerful instinct and attraction between an Alpha and an Omega. None of that disgusting abuse bullshit I keep hearing my kind <em>still</em> doing upon your kind. I want you as my Omega, Emerson. Not about the social statuses here, it's all pure need."<br><br>Of course he doesn't tell how he also has planned to have that district this sweet little fox calls home to be mysteriously under hard maintenance. The perfect, if a bit silly, excuse to have poor Emerson moved to a much nicer district. It's... It's just the right thing to do. David wants to look after his intimate partners, though it feels a bit awkward and weird to feel this way for what his his parents would title a 'backwash of society'. Sigh. Mother is the more vocal too, which has irked David to no end hearing how disgusting those whores and half-bloods are in the way of real progress' and how 'Omegas should just be housed among Omegas, and leave their betters to do the real work of society'. Clearly, if David can get what he wants of Emerson, this is all going to be top secret stuff. No one can know.<br><br>"It will be fun. Just pure pleasure, indulging in... in our needs. You won't be treated anymore different than any of my other hardworking employees. You think you would even be allowed promotions and bonus checks as an Omega in other companies like mine? I don't believe in that traditionalist crap either, but I do believe that Alpha, Beta, and Omega aren't equals, but to be complimenting each other." Oh, all the arguments that he has thought out ahead in time. As soon as the manly Alpha wolf felt defiance and a surprising large amount of strength of will from the androgynous photographer, he quickly tries to make his case. He can't just say he likes Emerson, that the young man just makes him feel joy whenever the fox is happy.<br><br>"I mean..." He looks over himself in a jokingly melodramatic manner and then turns his gaze back to his feisty prey, bearing a big grin and chuckles in his deep voice. "I am not that bad. I look pretty good, I am pretty successful. Aren't I a sweet catch for a sexy young thing like you? Don't tell me you don't like wolves? It's the teeth, right?" He winks at Emerson and takes another sip from the champagne.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 00:18:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>”Mmm.”</strong><br><br>David seemed to be really driven, as he usually was in his business transactions, to get whatever it was that he wanted from Emerson. It might have made other Omega’s quake and immediately submit to this handsome Alpha, but Emerson wasn’t the typical Omega. And they both were aware of it. He kept his arms crossed as he waited for David to explain what it was he wanted from the Omega fox. The eyes that peered at him were warm, and long lashes fluttered a little bit as he stared up at the wolf before him. He blinked once, twice, and then smirked a little bit as David seemed to gather himself after the way Emerson had presented himself to his boss.&nbsp; Good, let him be stunned by his confidence. That’s what he wanted; he wanted to be someone who was noticed, and not for being an Omega. <br><br>The words that came from David’s mouth were <em>not</em> what he was expecting, though. David Tremaine thought he was cute? And then, he speaks words that seem to slam into Emerson, causing him to step back a bit in surprise. He couldn’t move much, so it was more of an adjustment. He wanted Emerson? If he had spoken the words in a different way, maybe Emerson would have considered the opportunity a bit more. But the words weren’t what he wanted to hear. They weren’t romantic; they weren’t anything appealing, really. He clenched his fists for a moment and there was that tic in his jaw again, causing a tight muscle to twinge.<br><br>No, just breathe. He didn’t need to say anything that was too brash and get himself possibly in trouble with his boss. That idea seemed to make him uneasy. He <em>worked</em> for this man, yet here he was, proposing that they get into some odd, sexual relationship? Would it even be considered a relationship? Probably not. Ears twinging in confusion, he blinked gently and then frowned a little bit. The idea seemed… rather appealing, considering the situation. But then he was talking again, and made the Omega fox tense up a little bit. There was so much wrong with this situation.<br><br><strong>”Listen here, Mr. Tremaine,”</strong> he said in a low voice. He stepped up to the Alpha, pressing a fingertip into his chest, a fierceness in his voice and a fire in his eyes. <strong>”I’ve worked really hard to get to where I am now. I don’t want to risk anything simply because you want to copulate with an Omega.”</strong> That was how Emerson was viewing it. By how David had worded the whole idea, he made him think that he just wanted Emerson around because he was an Omega to fuck at his every beck and call. He clenched his jaw and then looked away, trying to let some of the tension leave his body, shaking his head softly before letting his hot air out with a deep sigh.<br><br><strong>”You’re very attractive. They don’t call you the most eligible bachelor in Avalon for just your money. But you’re talking about this… ‘proposal’ like you’re trying to do me some kind of favor. That’s… not how this is supposed to work,”</strong> he said quietly, frowning a little, almost hurt. This kind of thing happened all of the time: Alphas and Betas thought that Omegas owed them something, or that they were giving them a ‘good deal’ because of their position. And it depressed Emerson a little bit to think that Tremaine might think he was better than the others, but he was acting just like the rest of them. He wished he could have someone look at him without seeing his Omega nature. That was why he took suppressants and used most of his paycheck each month between them and the rent of his dingy studio apartment. That was why he’d left his hometown. He wanted to be seen as more than just some Omega who was fiercely battling society. <br><br>He wanted to be seen as a <em>person</em>, as Emerson.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>03-09-2015, 20:15:23</strong>
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				"Emerson..." He looks at the boy, feeling a sudden spark of guilt gripping his chest when he notices the sad eyes, the disappointing tone in his androgynous voice. Guilt. For an Omega. But it's not just any Omega. Hell, it's just not any guy! David doesn't desire just anyone, not just any cutie. His dark, predatory eyes look the fox over, and a low growl catches him in the throat.<br><br>"No, you don't understand... I don't want to 'copulate' with a random Omega. I want YOU! Ever since we met during that photoshoot those many months ago I haven't been able to get you out of my head. I always enjoyed our small-talks, even as dry and formal as they were, I really enjoy your passion and strong will." <br><br>He was thrown off there, this feisty Emerson truly hit where it hurt the most, but now he is the one to step forward and get real up and personal with his lovely fox again, this time not as aggressive as before. He reaches up with his big, strong hand and strokes Emerson's cheek, hoping his warmth can prove to the photographer he's not a cold hearted man.<br><br>"Look... I am sorry. That shit just... It just came out all wrong. It's not a favor. I don't want an Omega sex doll. I want to-" I growls a bit again, so unsure just what he wants to admit here. He likes Emerson. The guy really interests him, is beautiful, and is strong and driven. All the traits he loves in a person. He has dated many supermodels in his live, but David never felt something like this before! "I know it might not mean much to you, but I am not like my parents. I do support the Omega Rights Movement. I have never even touched an Omega in all my life, as it always felt wrong pushing myself on them. But you are different, Emerson! I-" He sighs. It all starts feeling like he's going in circles now. "I want you... Only you."<br><br>David Tremaine, son to Jack Tremaine, doesn't tell the fox photographer that he had planned moving Emerson to a much better neighborhood, to support him more with money and... and even give him gifts. But knowing his damn parents - David always reminds himself of this every time he thinks about Emerson - he needs to do all of that in relative secrecy. But he wants this pretty little salt-and-pepper eared fox to be... happy. Not doing David any favors, or risk his career being used. He just wants Emerson, and being an Alpha, and him an Omega, it would be pretty bad if his parents found out. They barely accept Alphas copulating with Omegas at all. They are all for that pure blood nonsense.<br><br>"Please..." David still strokes and let his hand rest on the cheek of the most desirable man of his life. Still hoping he can get through this time, make Emerson understand. "Forgive this big bad wolf for being a bit too yearning for a little guy he have wanted for so long now..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 00:45:42</strong>
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				The fox’s ears flattened back slightly on his head, a clear indication of how upset he truly was. He could try and hide it all he wished, behind emotional barriers or behind anger and power, but his tail and ears were always an indicator of his true emotions. It was that way with all beings – pureblood or non-pureblood half-breeds like him. The Omega’s tail swished low, a bit limp as he fought the urge to turn his head and submit to the Alpha standing before him. Every fiber of his being was calling him a <em>bad Omega</em> and it was fighting against his instincts. His resolve buckled only for a moment as David growled, and his fingers clenched into fists as he tried to keep himself strong, calm and collected. He could do this. He could face this Alpha, his boss, and let him know that he wasn’t suck fuck-hole for him to enjoy. He wasn’t some Omega to bend to his every wish and whim. No – he was allowed the same rights as anybody else, Alpha, Beta, or whoever. <br><br>It was a miracle he didn’t get whiplash with how quickly his head snapped up, gazing at David with shock when he said that he wanted him. David Tremaine… <em>the</em> David Tremaine, wanted him? He swallowed nervously, his throat clenching a little as he fought the urge to shake his head in disbelief. This had to be some kind of a joke, right? Emerson wasn’t anything special. He shifted on his feet a little bit and fought the blush along the edges of his face. He hadn’t realized that Mr. Tremaine had enjoyed their time together so much. <br><br>He didn’t flinch back when David stepped forward; he didn’t move when the large Alpha wolf put his strong hand against his cheek. He tilted his head softly into the embrace of the soft palm, letting out a quiet sigh that seemed to release some of the tension from his body. He was so… tired, tired of being defensive and constantly trying to prove himself to the world. It was exhausting. He blinked at David and gave him a light smile as he talked, finding himself laughing softly as he seemed to fumble over his words. David Tremaine was an excellent businessman, but when it came to words, he didn’t seem to have grasped the skill. <strong>”You’re right; it did come out all wrong. You should have just explained yourself as you did, right now.”</strong><br><br>There was a playful expression on Emerson’s face, as well as a curious one that emphasized his features nicely. He peered at him, long eyelashes gracing his soft skin as he blinked slowly. He loosened his stance to show that he was opening up, not wanting to show that he was fighting anymore. The fact that David Tremaine was being different than his pureblood elitist parents was really saying something. It was a nice breath of fresh air, ultimately, and Emerson couldn’t help but feel himself smiling at the revelation. A soft chuckle left him as David called himself a ‘big bad wolf’. <br><br><strong>”What’s your… proposal, exactly, Mr. Tremaine?”</strong><br><br>Might as well get down to the nitty gritty. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>04-09-2015, 18:09:52</strong>
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				David smiles. Not that wolfish grin full of confidence and Alpha prowess, but a smile that is soft and warm. He takes in Emerson face, now paying attention to his beautiful eyes and soft lips. The Tremaine bachelor has mostly just seen this lovely fox from a distant, or at a glance, so he really wants to take it all in, study every sexy detail of this Omega's adorable face. To Emerson's words, however, David chuckles a bit and then retorts with a much huskier tone.<br><br>"Yeah, you are right. Seems I got a lot to learn. With supermodels and forced dates on my parents' behalf, it's all just a big show and dance. Guess that made me colder and more distant than I liked when... I am in the company of someone I actually want." His hand goes from stroking Emerson's soft cheek and instead traces his jawline... Down to his neck, and then to his collarbone, just softly sharing the warmth and enjoying a much more intimate, and yet calm mood.<br><br>It's not just the Omega half-breed fox that is fighting his nature, his very instincts here. David, seeing how he's a pure bred of many generations and has a bit stronger sense of primal instincts coursing through him, now struggles with all his might not to devour Emerson in lust and passion. His body wants to own this boy, to show him how much this Alpha craves for him. He wants to rip those pesky clothes off, feel this soft body with his hands, pressing it against himself and lick, kiss, and softly bit all over. He wants to hear that cute voice cry out in-<br><br>"Ah, uhm... P-Proposal?" He snaps out of those primal urges, thanking the cute photographer for shaking him out of those... those crazy images. Never has David felt this strongly affected by someone, especially not just by his near presence. "Right! Proposal..." His hand still stroking Emerson's collarbone and neck, David composes himself a bit. "It can't really be a relationship. My parents... They just want pure blood. But I care nothing for that, nor do I want a real relationship with anyone else... but you. My proposal thus is... that I and you... together... in secret."<br><br>The big Alpha wolf knows this sounds probably like the least illustrious proposal, but David can't do much better. He hates begging and sounding desperate, but if he can't convince the young wolf... well, let's just say his life will look a lot more dull and gray than before. David's entire being hates the very idea that he won't have Emerson, that the fox declines him or... someone else is already in his life.<br><br>"I don't want a sex doll, and I spit on the very notion of taking advantage of you, Emerson! I never cared for traditional thinking, I never even... I never took advantage of an Omega just because she's an Omega. I just... I want to have real dates with you. To actually know you better." It probably all sound so very cheesy and stupid, but David has long since passed caring at this point. The moment he saw just what that Alpha pride and arrogance did to make the precious little photographer feel, he dropped it completely.<br><br>"How's- I mean, how's that sound? Would you give this big bad wolf a try, beautiful?" His hands comes back to stroke Emerson's cheeks, but now almost caressing it in a very loving fashion. Those dark-yellow, predatory eyes now staring into the fox's pure and innocent ones. A wolf and his prey, trying to resist their nature, but also embracing it at the same time. How curios, and yet so wonderful. But it has to be dealt with in secret...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>05-09-2015, 22:48:10</strong>
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				Emerson could tell that he was getting to David, in a good way. The smile on the fox's mouth only seemed to grow as he watched David return the smile, but not in that cocky, Alpha-tendency way that a lot of wolves seemed to give him. He'd seen similar smiles on the faces of those who often called him slurs on the street, or asked if he wanted to do something vulgar with them in an alleyway. Even on the bus, he had been propositioned and told that 'no one would mind - they'd probably like a little show.' To know that there were Alpha's out there who could be different was a nice change of pace, and Emerson found himself falling easily into the warmth of the good feelings that came from between the two of them. He blinked gently as he spoke, listening to David's words and letting him explain himself and his behavior. He knew that it meant a lot, the Alpha apologizing as he had before, and he was going to take what he could. He imagined that it probably wounded Mr. Tremaine's pride quite badly, but the apology had been sincerely appreciated. <br><br>A light shiver rolled through the frame of the young photographer, his Adam's apple bobbing sharply as the Alpha wolf trailed his hand from his cheek towards his jawline, tracing a line down his throat and to his angled collarbone. He tensed just a little bit, not used to someone touching that part of his body. He blinked gently, gazing up towards the Alpha once more, giving him a light smirk as he seemed to snap from his trance and get back onto the topic he'd truly wanted to discuss with the foxy half-breed. Shifting on his feet, he found that there was enough space for him to step forward a few steps and away from the table he'd been pressed into. He felt like he had more room to breathe, and it helped to calm him slightly. Ears twitching gently, he nodded slowly, as if happy to remind David of what they'd been originally discussing. He was truly curious as to what David wanted, exactly. He was a high profile man, a bachelor to boot, and Emerson knew that there had to be some kind of... catch to this little proposal.<br><br>And soon, it became clear: no relationship. Well, truth be told, that worked great for Emerson. He'd just moved here, and had broken himself from a bad relationship before he'd skipped town, so he wasn't quite ready for all that a relationship often entailed. But the idea of keeping it secret? It made sense, but it stung just a little. He forced back the wounded pride and feelings - he knew it wasn't personal. It was because of David's pureblood line, the legacy that he would be jeopardizing. He wasn't the CEO of the company yet, and if he screwed up with his daddy, he might just lose it all together. So Emerson understood, in a sense, and wasn't going to hold that against him. He could probably handle a secret relationship; it would thrill him to know that he was getting <em>any</em> part of David Tremaine to himself. It was a sweet little secret that he was going to be oh, so happy to keep. Especially since he was getting something out of it, too.<br><br>The fox smiled, his tail swishing low by his lean calves as he let David talk and further explain himself. He didn't want a sex doll: good, because that wasn't a game Emerson was playing. He looked a little surprised, albeit pleased, to know that David was an Alpha that didn't have traditionalist thinking. He would probably be the first that Emerson ever encountered, and probably the only, he imagined. He blushed just slightly around the edges of his features at the mention of 'dates', and he shifted on his feet before interrupting to ask a slightly important question: <strong>"How would we go about having 'secret' dates?"</strong> He wanted to know what the Alpha had in mind for that. There was no privacy for someone like him, so how would they be able to go out on dates if he wanted this to be a secret? It was a little confusing to the Omega, and it showed. But he was definitely on board, and it also showed, with his relaxed stance and his open face.<br><br>The blush grew on his face as the Alpha called him beautiful, stroking his cheeks, and causing him to gaze up with gentle eyes. The fight was still there, that hard-earned spirit, but it was simmering beneath the surface instead of threatening to explode like earlier. <strong>"I'd... like to entertain the idea. So, since I've essentially agreed, how did you want this secret to go?"</strong> Emerson raised an eyebrow; what was David Tremaine into? What got him going? He was interested to know how this was going to be set up between them, and found himself thrumming with curious anticipation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>07-09-2015, 09:27:22</strong>
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				Things looked much better now, that's for sure. Emerson seems to be much more relaxed, and he doesn't decline David outright like before. Even though he still has the gentle expression on his face, his heart his jumping in joy. The large, lean wolf has never been so relieved to know a guy would consider actually dating him. Do be rich, all full of privilege and vinegar, really makes it a hard pill to swallow when someone refuses said rich person. Alpha females has always lined up to do his every bidding, Betas have loved the attention and happily submitted to him, so talk about a skewed situation when it's the Omega that's actually demanding something more than that. Makes the black-furred and sharp-eyed David almost want to laugh at the irony of it all.<br><br>At the fox's follow up question, David just chuckles and holds up a finger at Emerson, as if to silently urging him to wait for a bit. He walks to his own desk, and quickly rummages through a few drawers to get the folder he had in preparation for this little secret meeting. Finding the small, brown, paper-bound folder he returns with a mischievous grin and hands his 'secret date' it, to let the little cutie look at it at his own pace. Lots of photos of David's passion projects and 'secret' fashion designs. Supermodels with exclusive designer dresses, work in progress projects for future entertainment media, TV shows, and so on; all in the disguise of 'leaked information'. David's little fun invention to give his subscribers and long-time fans something to bite into, and talk about, while they wait. It's a pretty well-kept secret that he takes in a few artists here and there to keep creating 'leaked information', at least for his own company and outsiders. The higher ups are all aware of this though, also by David's intention, which includes even his parents. <br><br>"A perfect coverage. You are among my new 'leaked info' photographer. The one before you moved on to other projects, and I have needed one for a few weeks new. You then get special access to my private quarters, areas, and projects, but, more importantly, you and I have our secret 'dates'. You get paid still, and I want you to still work hard for your career, but for taking up your time I will happily cover your expenses."<br><br>"So about once or twice every week is when I call in you 'leaked info' artists, to make some exclusive material for the subscribers, so..." He looks at Emerson's reaction, hoping that the fox would think this is a pretty good idea. <br><br>"What do you think? I only call in one or two artists at a time, so no need to fear being discovered there either. And I have been doing this for some time now, which will not draw suspicion to you in why you would be chosen. I like having our freelance artists to do this work, after signing some solid NDA papers first, as they usually bring in fresh and creative thinking, often critical too, which I like a lot."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>08-09-2015, 15:33:46</strong>
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				There was an appeal to what Tremaine was offering to him. Emerson, himself, wasn't ready for a real relationship. Not quite yet. He'd just escaped one that had been less than appealing and rather abusive, so he had been hesitant to start up anything since he moved to Avalon. There was always that desire for something physical, of course - you couldn't fight nature - but he'd been hesitant to even start something like that. He was still fairly new and there was no one here who'd given him real reason to trust them that much. Shifting on his feet, the Omega gazed towards the Alpha wolf in front of him, admiring the man's features. He was rather appealing, with his glistening dark fur that made him want to run his fingers through it. The fox sometimes wished that he had fur all over his body, but he did admire the beauty and uniqueness of his skin and how it played against his furred, tall ears and his bushy tail. His tail began to swish slowly behind him as he re-focused on the task at hand, glancing towards David as he moved to the desk and began to rummage through some drawers. He approached the desk with ease, his sneakers hardly making a noise on the floor, as he glanced towards the folder that David was holding out for him to take. Which, he did, his curiosity getting the best of him as he pried it open and began to scan the documents inside.<br><br><strong>"This... this is amazing,"</strong> he commented, awed by the secrets within. David Tremaine was holding onto some of the most striking designs of the century, and he'd <em>thought</em> of them himself! Emerson blushed slightly, thinking of all of those times he'd seen these images that had been gobbled up by the media as 'leaked information' or 'leaked new ideas'. They had all been on purpose; all of these images and styles had been carefully crafted to be released as surprise <em>on purpose</em> by David Tremaine himself. The idea was absolute brilliance and Emerson found himself admiring the wolf even more. He glanced through the images, his eyes widening and his fingers occasionally tracing over some of the ones he recalled perfectly, with vivid detail, as admiring himself. Chewing on his bottom lip, he lifted his head, wondering what this was going to do with him after getting over the initial shock of seeing these important, secret documents. How was he going to be involved with them? What was the point in revealing this secret to him? He looked at David, curiosity strong in his warm eyes as his tall ears perked completely on his head, waiting for the catch.<br><br>Ah. So he'd be a photographer for Tremaine. All of this sounded too good to be true. He chewed on his bottom lip slightly, pouring over the new information. His job right now was something he enjoyed, but he wasn't as creative as he'd like to be. He had to photograph models, design websites and edit those photos. That was about it. But the people were nice and the pay was decent, at least. Working for David Tremaine had to have a hefty paycheck attached to it, and the appeal was definitely there. He was living paycheck-to-paycheck right now, in order to be able to afford the suppressants that he was on. Swallowing gently, he looked back down at the folder and filtered through every document there, scanning over them or looking at them for a solid amount of time. He was thinking hard on the idea, not wanting to make any rash decisions. But this was really appealing and he couldn't quite see a downside to it. The only thing that made him nervous was that he didn't seem to have an out if this relationship-thing didn't work out. He'd be working for the man he'd be secretly involved with. The idea of that kind of disaster happening made his stomach twist with worry and red flags go up in his head.<br><br>But right now? The pros were outweighing the cons.<br><br><strong>"Honestly... I think it's a great idea. You seemed to have covered all of your bases, Mr. Tremaine. As if you've been thinking on this for a while,"</strong> he teased, mirth in his voice as he lifted his head and put the folder back together before handing it back to the dark-furred wolf before him. <strong>"I can't really see much of a downside. And the money would be... well, it would help. The company I'm currently working for is, well... they're paying me the typical salary."</strong> He shrugged, knowing that David probably knew how little he was truly getting paid. He was living on a bad side of town because it was all he could afford, and he often lived off of coffee and bread because he couldn't afford much else. His kitten currently ate better than he did, so the little raise would certainly be nice. But, he had an idea that it wouldn't be the only nice part of this whole agreement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>10-09-2015, 17:11:25</strong>
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				David has a very healthy and shiny, smooth fur, and it is kept short except around his neck, head, and ears, giving him a handsome and rugged look, which contrast really well with his fashion sense of black suits and a yellow-and-black striped, silk shirt. A bit daring, but he doesn't like to be like most other suit-wearing wolves, either going red or white with their shirts. Instead he opts for&nbsp; color similar to his pale yellow eyes. Emerson may admire David's fur, but the Alpha wolf equally appreciate that soft, smooth skin of the half-breed, and how warm and silky it felt with his paw. The shape makes him look even more innocent and adorable too, and his arctic fox blood really enhances the effects nicely. This lean, cute Omega really is David's type...<br><br>Davis stands there in patient silence, just letting the fox pour through the documents, and think things through a bit. Putting more pressure on the poor guy will just hurt the wolf's chances. He has the perfect cover to be able to meet his lovely Omega in complete privacy, he has the perfect excuse to gift the guy some fat paychecks for working well. And he will still work, not feeling like he's being paid for being an Omega date or, worse, a prostitute. David isn't interested in such services, and he wants to respect Emerson's passion and drive by pushing him hard for much greater rewards. It will not be all song and dance during these meetings. Emerson is still on his guard, and is worried about the worst-case scenario, but David is just happy to know that he might finally get what he wants. One is clearly experienced with pitfalls of life, while the other is a bit too blissfully ignorant of the stuff. Hopefully that big bad wolf will do a good job juggling his career and his private life from both his parents, and the social media.<br><br>But right now, all the bachelor can think about is all the things he wants to do with the cute foxie; the things he wants to talk about in equal measure to... other things he wants to do with the Omega.<br><br>Being snapped out from the silence, David quickly turns his gaze to Emerson's big, innocent eyes again, listening to his final answer with great interest. Being handed back the folder full of 'leaked information', the wolf can feel his heart making a jump in utter joy. "You... Th-Thank you, Emerson! I really mean it, I really am grateful that you will give this big bad wolf a chance!" He says while sighing in relief. The fox has no idea how long this plan has been in the works; how long David has been up all night to set everything up, and how long he had to scheme up the greatest 'date plot' ever... just to avoid suspicious eyes. The faster you execute your plans, the higher the risk is to get caught, so of course it has been mix of good fortune and very risky ideas put together just to get all of this together into a cohesive whole. And, even to David's shock, it worked out almost too well.<br><br>"Uh- Just want you to know, it isn't just a holiday whenever you come to our... to our dates. I will have you work, and earn your paycheck. If you are driven and strong-willed enough, there's a much bigger reward in store for you." Of course, David will still give his Omega lots of gifts anyway, but trying to keep them as vague and inconspicuous as possible. Emerson could be showered in gifts, but David gets a strong feeling that the fox rather live in a shelter than being treated that way. Best to be cautious and methodical here, ensure that the fox understands David doesn't want to spoil him as gratitude for 'services rendered'. David just wants to spoil Emerson... because he cares.<br><br>"But I can't help you with your... erm, standard salary." David has heard stories, researched a bit on the subject, and was frowning through blogs and entire documents about the differences between Omega salaries and even the lowest job salaries for Betas. "So... uhm... This job is a secret, you can't tell anyone, and thus your pay must remain the same in your own company. So if there's any such downside, that might be it. Everything else will be an improvement, I promise you. I will happily show you around, we will eat nice dinners, spend quality time... get to know each other. Because I want to know about you, and meet you very often. Can't have you over every time for those 'leaked info' sessions, but once or twice a week is what I can guarantee."<br><br>And then, just to give Emerson a show of trust and respect, and some cheesy fun chivalry, David steps up to the fox Omega. He smiles warmly, and then takes Emerson hand and bends over to give it a soft peck... right on the smooth skin. He looks up into those big, round, beautiful eyes of the Omega, while straightening himself again. "Would you care to meet me in two days, beautiful? I will have an email sent to you about the location and time. Nothing would make me happier..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>13-09-2015, 14:23:38</strong>
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				Emerson had to admit that he was certainly surprised by David Tremaine’s response to his agreement of their arrangement. He had never seen the man so animated; he was normally very collected and calm, almost brooding, during the meetings he’d seen him at. Yes, he was charismatic and a socialite, but business was business and David always seemed to know the difference. It was nice to see this side of him, though, and it made him relax a little bit more about his decision to give this… thing a chance. He wasn’t sure what David really had in mind, though. What was going to be happening on these secret ‘dates’? How would they continue to keep them a secret? It wasn’t like David could take Emerson out to a nice restaurant and feed him a good meal, wine-and-dine him so to speak. So that curiosity was still heavily present in Emerson’s mind, even as he watched David as he began to explain that their ‘dates’ would still involve work. That made Emerson feel a little better.<br><br>The Omega really enjoyed his job. He hadn’t left his podunk town with bigoted old-timers without catching wind of this position opening first. He had the skills and the equipment, and he’d been hired on the spot when he’d finally managed to go in and get an interview. He had worked hard from the bottom rung to get to a point where he was respected. He put in long hours and quite a bit of overtime, if they were working on massive projects. So the idea that he’d still get to do what he loved while getting a taste of David Tremaine was a rather appealing thought. It was one that he didn’t want to avoid because he really liked the notion of it all. It was almost too good to be true. And in the back of his mind, there was that nagging again: what would they be doing if they weren’t working? What would the ‘date’ aspect of these meetings be? <br><br>What did David Tremaine have in mind for him?<br><br>There was a slight frown on Emerson’s features as he described the current salary situation. But there was no surprise. He had figured it would be that way. But, there was confusion as he discussed that no one could know about this job. He worried his bottom lip slightly, because he knew how much he worked already for the company he was hired into – how would he have time for these secret jobs? His ears twitched on his head and his tail swayed low to the ground. He always kept it picked up, however, just slightly – the fur was long enough to brush the floor, but he never liked getting his tail dirty. The fur was thick and certainly a task to get through. He couldn’t imagine how long bathing took for people like David. Or really, for anyone who wasn’t a half-blood. He licked his lips and then listened to David continue to speak, talking of nice dinners and spending quality time to get to know one another. That made him smile; David Tremaine really <em>did</em> want his time. It made him feel warm.<br><br><strong>”That should work fine with my schedule,”</strong> Emerson murmured, giving him a smile. He then looked a little surprised, his ears standing on end as David stepped close once more and grabbed his hand. He watched him give it a soft peck of affection, causing a blush to rise into the strong fox’s cheeks. His high-cheekbones were thoroughly colored with it and he had to remind himself to take normal breaths. How could this wolf affect him so deeply? He didn’t know. He felt a little dazed as he nodded in agreement to meeting him in two days’ time. <br><br><strong>”I look forward to getting your email.”</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>16-09-2015, 22:04:40</strong>
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				He made sure everything was covered, that everything was planned out perfectly. After the party, after stroking Emerson's cheek and actually kissing it goodbye, David bids his foxy date farewell and reassures that the bachelor is greatly looking forward to the secret meeting in two days. While many executives, including his own parents, know of the wolf's 'leaked info' projects, they don't know exactly which people he hires to take the pictures, make the designs, and actually make the project bear fruit in the best way possible. But to make sure no one can really suspect his secret personnel, young Tremaine has the cover that 'he needs to have a select number of people report to review work performance and how the company works'. He lies about the number of people, which is way higher than reality, just so no one actually wants to check in on the facts, and, to compensate for this made up review time, David is also giving the lucky number of two-hundred employees a longer lunch break when they need to report into his main building.<br><br>So far, this cover has worked, but David knows he needs to change up the deceit a bit, make it something else. Oh well, a concern for another time. Email has been sent, time has been set (11.30), and the instruction will lead Emerson to the VIP elevator, where he will go to the 'secret' floor after inputting the password. It takes the Omega fox to the unknown dark floor, one that sits between the bachelor's CEO floor, and the administration underneath. One that has no number or name, and can't be accessed any other way than putting in the aforementioned password. And today it's even going to be just the fox and the wolf, the Alpha and the Omega, and no one else to bother them!<br><br>As soon as Emerson arrives, after clearing everything with at least a dozen receptionists and a few security guards even, he is greeted by the sight of a pretty lofty floor full of smaller 'rooms' that have plenty of unfinished projects in various environments. This gives the illusion that David's secret projects and future design reveals are actually located all over his business, when in fact most, if not all, of them are just in the same floor, in carefully designed fake rooms. And it must be around at least fifty of them, shock full of semi-finished projects. Some are pre-alpha stage, others just a few phases away from full release.<br><br>And here, in this empty, lofty floor, Emerson is being lead by the IKEA-like corridors and arrows pointing him in the 'right' direction, meaning he's going to the 'Project Leader's Office'. A nice name for the bachelor's home away from home, a way smaller apartment-like quarters where the wolf can enjoy some privacy, and yet act like he is working hard at the same time. There's where the half-breed cutie needs to be.<br><br>"Welcome! I am so happy to see you finally making it here... only fours minutes late, too." He says while winking teasingly, knowing that it's a miracle Emerson found this place at all, even with the directions. This company is massive, and every building reflects that. The bachelor is currently in the 'entrance room', where he has a cozy little office set up, but to the eight there are the floor-to-ceiling windows, giving a perfect view of the city, and to the left is a large doorframe with sliding doors that will lead to a much more comfortable environment. This is just way too professional, this little office room, but David wants to get a feel for what Emerson would like to do first. Either get some work done, or start off with the date.<br><br>"How are you, Emerson? I hope this wasn't too much to ask for?" The black, handsome wolf asks genuinely, already feeling a bit guilty to drag the Omega fox all the way here when he could get some work done. But his work knows this is important for the Tremaine company, at least that's what David told them, so they reluctantly still pay Emerson full salary during these 'trips'.<br><br>"Lunch is ready, but so is work. As I am the rude wolf to drag you over here, I feel it's just fair to ask you where you... wish to start." He raises up from his desk chair slowly and walk up to Emerson, getting just close enough to indicate this is much more than a simple business meeting. He wants to get intimate with the fox, but also not a toy. Therefore, this bid bad wolf doesn't force himself upon the Omega, hugging, kissing, fondling his naked flesh as he wants. Even though the instincts, no, his entire being would love nothing more, David stays his hand and instead smile warmly, his tail happily wagging a bit in joy and excitement.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>19-09-2015, 13:52:05</strong>
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				&nbsp;Emerson had been engrossed with his work on the photographs from the fashion shoot.<br><br>Between the editing and the bargaining rights that had been determined on who was paying enough to get a few photos, or a whole spread, Emerson felt like he hadn’t slept in days. Which, in reality, he got probably the equivalent of a full night’s sleep over the course of two nights. He was used to it, though, and that was why he seemed to have an endless supply of coffee and other forms of caffeine. He stayed up all night the first night in his small studio apartment, his kitten curled up at his side, as he poured over the hundreds of photos he had taken and worked in a Skype chat with his coworkers and their photos, all editing and chatting with one another to make important decisions for the company. While it might have seemed like a boring process to most, Emerson loved it. It was what he was passionate about, while at the same time, it felt satisfying to know that he’d done a good job. The boss had agreed that the photos were taken very well and there might be a small raise in it for the group – but he had heard that from the other two photographers. Unfortunately, the boss hadn’t told Emerson that, and while it annoyed him slightly to know that his pictures were picked as favorites and he wasn’t up for a raise, he understood that it was a societal pressure he was dealing with, not the personal opinion of the editor.<br><br>It still sucked, though.<br><br>By the time Emerson got the email, which was right on time, he was sitting in his little cubicle and editing more photographs. He had a large computer chair that he could tuck his legs up into and sit comfortably, working around his lean limbs at his computer. Occasionally, he would stop to rub the bridge of his nose or his eyes, but there was a little thrill that ran through him when he heard the familiar sound of an email coming into his inbox. Checking the clock, he realized who it must be, and opened it quickly. His heart raced as he looked over the directions and then moved to the elevator as directed.<br><br>Honestly, it was more of a hassle to get there than he’d expected. He had to get clearance from at least a dozen receptionists and some security guards – who looked reluctant to let him in at all – before he ended up on a floor that looked like a film studio. There were several rooms he was passing and all looked different on the inside, but still slightly unfinished. He wandered, getting distracted a few times, before he finally found himself following the arrows on the doors to where he was supposed to go. He found the door and managed to knock, before letting himself in, ears perked up. <strong>“Mr. Tremaine?” </strong>The arctic fox hybrid wore a pair of grey jeans he’d cuffed at the bottom, black Converse high tops, and a white t-shirt that draped a little loose over his torso but was tighter around his shoulders and arms. On his head was a maroon beanie, his soft ears poking through the top and resting back with the style of the knitted cap, which matched the loose cardigan of maroon and gold that he was wearing to keep himself warm in his office.<br><br>His tail swished tentatively behind him, and he smiled as he shut the door and was greeted by the large, dark-furred wolf. <strong>”I got distracted by some of the sights, I’m afraid. This floor is very large,”</strong> he said, a bit of color in his cheeks, embarrassed to know that Mr. Tremaine had been watching the clock and anticipating his arrival. Chewing on his bottom lip, the androgynous male smiled and pushed his long, white-blond hair over his shoulder to drape down his back. It was in a ponytail today, loose and simple and effectively out of his way for work. His eyes wandered towards the spectacular view from the office, before he looked back towards the wolf and gave him a smile. <strong>”No, it’s not, Mr. Tremaine. I’m rather excited, actually,”</strong> he commented, though wasn’t specific about whether he was excited for the work or for the ‘date’ he had with his boss.<br><br>At the mention of lunch, Emerson’s stomach rumbled and he flushed cutely. <strong>”I, um, was actually wondering about that,”</strong> he murmured, looking a little embarrassed as he raised his head and glanced at David’s face. <strong>”We didn’t really get the chance to… discuss these meetings while we were at the party. Uhm, what did you have in mind, for this? For us?”</strong> The question had been driving him wild, actually, but he’d managed to stave it off until he saw the wolf in person once more. He liked to take things for face value. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>29-09-2015, 05:20:26</strong>
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				"Well, I thought it was pretty obvious, Emerson..." Says the black-furred wolf as he circles the desk and approach his lovely Omega half-breed slowly but surely. "A nice lunch, some talk and getting to know each other, setting a nice mood... but also, I would like to show some affection to you. Some <em>real</em> affection. I can't help my Alpha blood, but I am hoping that these dates can take our secret relationship further than just talking and... meeting over lunch."<br><br>He shows Emerson into the dinner room, where a quaint table with two plates full of delightful meals await them. As the purebred black wolf that he is, David relies entirely on meat, but made sure to give just as amazing sort of dish that is more varied, and yet very expensive and delicious. "Let's satiate that growling stomach of yours first, Emerson." David says with a charming smirk, as he pulls out a chair for the smaller Omega. Then taking his own seat, right in front of the cute fox, he quickly start up a conversation not unlike those you get on most dates. "So tell me about yourself then, cutie. I know you work as a photographer, and I personally really like your work, but do you have any hobbies? Keep in mind I have traditionalist parents, and a very strict upbringing before I embraced my bachelor lifestyle I got going now. Most of what I were told in the past about Omegas is that you only have one hobby... which is to serve, to mostly take nursery or escort services as actual jobs..."<br><br>He knows this will strike a chord with his date. Emerson is strong-willed and pretty intent to break the many old notions of traditionalists, which David has seen first-hand two days ago. He anticipates a passionate and strong reaction indeed. "Please tell me that it isn't so. It sounds completely ridiculous, in my opinion." He methodically cuts up his seasoned and very spicy steaks into more manageable pieces, and then starts eating. Emerson seems a bit tense, probably nervous for this meeting, but David wants to take his time, not rush things, and ease Emerson into further and further intimacy. First comes respect, then trust, and lastly... affection.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>30-09-2015, 18:52:16</strong>
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				So, it was going to be physical.<br><br>Emerson was okay with that. He wasn’t a virgin, by any standards, but he hadn’t really been too adventurous in his sexual life, either. He was certain that the Alpha before him had plenty of experience, and Emerson was curious to see just <em>how</em> much experience he had under his furry belt. It had been quite some time since Emerson had been pleasured sexually, other than by his right hand and a favorite toy of his. It would be nice, could be nice, to actually have the feeling of someone else there. He always had this overwhelming sense of loneliness after his little sessions with himself, how he wished there was someone there to cuddle, to embrace him as he climaxed, to just make him feel… wanted. Not used, but wanted. A smile graced his lips and he licked them, before he nodded. <strong>”I’m not opposed to that, Mr. Tremaine,”</strong> he said softly, finding it difficult to kick his formalities simply out of habit. Not only was this his boss, but it was also an Alpha. So, of course, being polite seemed to be in his second nature. <br><br>A little shiver rolled through his tail, shaking it slightly, as David spoke his name, talking about satiating his stomach as he led him to a small dining room. He glanced at the food and had to snap himself out of it to keep from staring. It looked expensive; it looked absolutely delicious. He was salivating already and had to swallow a few times before he even got to the chair that David had been so kind as to pull out for him. <strong>”Thank you… David,”</strong> he murmured, feeling more relaxed, training himself to address his boss by his first name. Emerson noticed that there were two different meals before them: David’s, consisting mostly of meat, which was typical of an Alpha wolf, and then Emerson’s. And Emerson found himself blown away with the thought that had gone into it. As a fox, he tended to prefer fish, and there was an expensive looking slab of salmon right there, glazed with cranberries and some other fruits and veggies, with a side of rice. His stomach roared: salmon was his absolute favorite. <br><br>Emerson was sipping at some water as David began to talk, his eyes lifting to gaze at the wolf across from him. His slim fingers braced the glass, tightening a little as he set it down, his brow furrowing. His tail twitched with irritation, and he sucked in a gentle breath, before letting it out. He was evidently irritated at the mention of traditionalist ideals, and was hoping that David would prove to be different than his parents and the generations before them. He didn’t want to think that he’d already made a huge mistake by getting involved with this Alpha if he was going to think that Emerson belonged at the bottom rung of society like the rest of them. But, David followed it up, and he found himself relaxing, a pleasant sparkle in his eyes as he grinned.<br><br><strong>”Well, I’m glad you didn’t expect me to fall into those categories. I don’t, and I never will,”</strong> he stated, sure of himself, before shrugging and taking a bite of the salmon. He practically moaned, pleased with the flavor because it was cooked to perfection. <strong>”I don’t desire to serve. My hobbies aren’t really anything special… I just like to take pictures. Occasionally, I doodle some sketches into a few different books I have, but other than that, I don’t do much else but work.”</strong> He frowned a little, realizing how lame that sounded, and blushed slightly as his ears twitched on his head. <strong>”I do spend my free time tasting different coffees and playing with my kitten,”</strong> he said, smiling, tilting his head affectionately before he took a few more bites of his meal.<br><br><strong>”So, David, I know you seem to have plenty of projects… but what do you like to do, just for you? For fun?”</strong> Emerson was curious about him, as well. And he wanted to know more if this was supposed to get more intimate between them. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>09-10-2015, 18:16:06</strong>
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				Emerson's response was both a relief, and still something David didn't feel completely sure about. Seems like the Omega isn't as honest as the Alpha wanted him to be. Both parties here are fighting their nature to the very core in the simple nature to respect each other, but the big black wolf would like to have the half-breed fox tell him the entire truth. Something about how Emerson acted simply gave the bachelor wolf enough signals for him to understand that this isn't going to be the smoothest of secret relationships... not that David had any other secret relationships though.<br><br>So without further ado, the meal is served and both enjoy it while talking. David has his ears laid backwards, and his tail is just gently wagging the entire time in excitement and joy from having Emerson here with him, in this isolated, secret little department of the family company. He always notice how Emerson seem to be overwhelmed by the gesture of the meal, and that makes the Alpha wolf very happy. He was very careful and did some further research into what fox breeds like to eat, and then what sort of food even Omega half-breed foxes usually love to eat as well. David wanted everything to be perfect, to give the best impression, and to truly amaze the cute guy as much as possible, without really hinting to it. And so far it seems like the plan is working to the Alpha's advantage.<br><br>But after getting the exact reaction he wanted from Emerson by mentioning how he was raised on traditionalist mentality and education, David quickly observes and takes in every movement, every word, and every subtle eye glance, ear twitch, and tail wave, from the arctic fox. He sure has a burning passion in there, a disgust for old world mentality, and a love for the Omega Rights Movement, the modernization of society and the hierarchy on a whole. While David believes that there is still nature at play here, and that not considering the extreme links between the Alpha, Beta, and Omega sociology may be a fatal flaw in the radical new movements, he does agree that, in the end, it's good to see the world stop holding on to old notions, and instead waking up and realizing that society needs to fix its shit.<br><br>Leaning a bit over the table, and staring Emerson right in the eye, the young Mr. Tremaine smiles softly and lifts his tail a bit, as does his ears, as to pay attention to the conversation better. "So you are quite the artist with picture, huh? I tried painting once, could barely sketch up half a man. Writing is also something I completely suck at, just like music and any other artistic medium. Instead I found my calling to really just be to lead. Projects, the company, a group of people, I just seem to have a knack for talking, and getting my way in sales deals and contracts. I am pretty good at the whole 'charm and barter' thing. But as hobbies, I simply enjoy relaxing, sipping some nice drinks, and... enjoy good company."<br><br>He sips the wine from his glass before he resumes. "You and are aren't that different then. We work hard, then we just enjoy some relaxation in our own way. As much as I want to give the image of being a superstar bachelor, most of my time is at work, behind my desk, or leading projects..." Then he pauses, and looks Emerson in the eyes some more, loving how beautiful they are, before he continues. "But I know you work hard for barely any wage at all... A damn shame too, you deserve much better than that, Emerson. But I already made my case why I can't actually help you out there, not yet anyhow. This city might see some radical changes soon enough."<br><br>Then he takes another sip from the fine wine, and put the glass down, and finishes his meaty meal. "But anything else I do for fun? Well, I hate to be blunt, cutie, but I simply love to get real intimate and let off some steam. That part of me is quite true, and I am not ashamed to admit it. But before you start think some of those negative thoughts again, you are a different case. I mentioned this before, but it bears repeating... You. Are. Special. This is not just letting off some steam, this... I know this will mean much more than that, even if it needs to be kept secret. But I promise you, I will treat you well."<br><br>David knows he said all of this before, but with Emerson he really feels the need to truly ensure the slender and nicely shaped Omega just how little this Alpha will act out as... well, his Alpha. Mr. Tremaine will of course be his Alpha in bed, but it's not gonna be some simple Omega toy underneath him, oh no. David wants a warm, loving little guy to cuddle with as much as he wants to 'rough him up'. David wants to kiss and whisper sweet nothings into this guy's ear, after pounding him hard and mercilessly. Emerson probably understands that this is still a dominant-versus-submissive relationship, it's just on a more even leveled field than normal ones. This isn't about the Alpha's privilege, but the Omega's needs and rights. David wants to have a fulfilling relationship, to give as much as he takes.<br><br>Speaking of, David's excitement is starting to build up again, as he hasn't really let off any steam from the moment Emerson agreed on this secret meeting two days ago. The black wolf's tail start wagging more and more in excitement, without him meaning to, as Mr. Tremaine now leans a bit further over the table, so he can get a bit closer to the cute half-breed Omega. "I am glad you enjoyed the meal, I made sure it was to your liking. But... Emerson... would I be too blunt and aggressive to ask you for a kiss? I can resist only so much from touching you, as I want to cuddle and hug you, among... other things." He chuckle softly, feeling a bit embarrassed and awkward in how he tries to be assertive, and yet apologetic towards the Omega fox while doing so.<br><br>"I promise... Just a kiss. Trust me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>14-10-2015, 22:00:57</strong>
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				Emerson thoroughly enjoyed the meal.<br><br>It’s probably the fanciest meal he’d had in quite a while, and it was filling and pleasant. The salmon wasn’t overly seasoned, something that he hated, and the flavor of it was true to the dish. He also enjoyed the sides that it came with, and he seemed rather content in the presence of David Tremaine. His tail was swishing and his ears, though upright, were relaxed upon his head. They occasionally twitched, taking in various sounds around them, even if it was just the sound of David’s breathing across from him. He also enjoyed that David didn’t seem to want to talk much, if at all, during their meal. It was an irritation to the fox, something he never understood. He was greatly bothered by people speaking with their mouths full, so talking during a meal seemed like a rather moot point to him. And maybe it was just because he was so used to eating by himself that he never spoke during meals. He preferred to simply stay quiet, enjoy the flavors of the meal and the environment around him. So, that was what he did.<br><br>He allowed David to do most of the talking, occasionally speaking, but not really carrying the conversation. He’d once been told that it was a ‘fault’ of his, but he didn’t seem to care. He finished up the meal rather quickly and sipped at the wine, enjoying it more in the aftermath now that he felt comfortable enough to talk. He gave David a smile as he commented on how Emerson was an ‘artist’ with pictures. He chuckled a little bit, and then canted his head, quirking an eyebrow as he talked of his own knack – talking, being charismatic. <strong>”Well, it certainly seems like you’re in the right profession, aren’t you? I’ve never really had trouble talking to people, or speaking up. But, I’ve also been told that isn’t a desirable quality for my ‘place’ in the world.”</strong> He shrugged it off, as if he was used to hearing those things, but there was an evident twitch in his tail swishing that revealed his irritation with it. <br><br>Emerson was on suppressants, something that ended up costing quite a bit of his paycheck each and every month. It helped to suppress the Omega part of him – something David had picked up on, despite the medications – and had helped him to maintain his desired position for his company. He didn’t like to be weakened by heats, or by natural instincts that came with being an Omega. Most perceived him to simply be a Beta, or something in the middle, and that was fine by him. Being on suppressants was dangerous of itself – there could be side-effects, medically and mentally, in the long run if one was on them long enough. And Emerson had been on them for a significant part of his life. It was the only way he was able to get to where he was, and he was happy to know that David didn’t seem to mind that he was lying rather skillfully to his other bosses and coworkers to do the work he was doing. <br><br>Emerson blushed a little and shifted in his seat as they talked about the wages, and he shrugged, not wanting it to bother him as much as he did. He looked up and listened as David spoke of what he did for fun. He blushed a little, ears perking and his tail stiffening slightly as he came outright with what he desired out of these meetings. It stoked a bit of a fire in his belly, and it wasn’t something he expected. He seemed a little honored and flustered that David had chosen him because he was ‘special’ to him, and that made him feel better about this situation. He knew that David didn’t want Emerson thinking that he was using him, and the fox thought it was rather cute how worried he was about coming off in the wrong way, like had had originally. Emerson understood him, and it showed in his gentle smiles, how he looked at David when he spoke about treating him well, respecting his Omega boundaries, not wanting to take advantage of him.<br><br><strong>”I understand, David. And I appreciate it – I really do. And… I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to it.”</strong> It had been far too long for Emerson, too long for him to not feel ashamed in admitting how long it had been. He looked up, surprised as David addressed him again, and his ears perked a little as the Alpha wolf spoke of giving him a kiss. He blushed a little, and then chewed on his bottom lip briefly before he glanced down at the wine glass in his hands. He trailed his fingers along the glass there, and then he looked up as David spoke of the fox trusting him. It was something that seemed to make him hesitate, his eyes taking on a bit of a nervous flicker, before he seemed to settle after a little bit of breathing. He smiled gently and then chewed on the inside of his cheek before he spoke, eyes finally meeting David’s as he gathered his confidence and his tail swished gently. <br><br><strong>”I’d… like you to kiss me.”</strong> Whether he trusted him at that moment, however, was a different story. Trust was a big thing for him, and he trusted him for now. It was a base sense of trust. Deeper trust would have to be earned, of course.<br><br>But this was a good start.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>30-10-2015, 01:03:54</strong>
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				"Then... I am thankful for the trust, if only a little bit." David is past talking, he wants to taste Emerson, to feel his those pressed against his own. As the meal is finished, and the mood feels so right, the large black wolf puts his hands on the blushing fox's cheeks and then leans over to carefully, and very methodically, press his hungry lips upon Emerson's own. Such soft lips, the big bad wolf thinks to himself, as he slowly pushes his huge tongue inside the Omega's mouth, and let it dance between his own. Even though every fiber slowly tries to take over his controlled self, how his lust is boiling to a point of no return, the young Tremaine still takes his time and gives Emerson the most intimate, passionate, and yet so gentle kiss he could ever manage with an Omega.<br><br>Soon the wolf's hands twitches, his tail swishing back and forth with great fervor, and his muscles become more and more strained from the burden of holding back the tremendous Alpha instincts. After two solid, calm, intimate minutes of just kissing and making out with the cute fox, David has to sadly break it and leans back to take a deep gulp of fresh air. A small strand of saliva hangs between their lips, as a lewd reminder of what just transpired, until it breaks on its own. "Oh... Oh shit, that was probably better than I imagine..."<br><br>Suddenly David feels another urge being painfully reminded in his crotch area. His black slacks strains harshly against his growing bulge, the lust now trying to take a more physical hold over the wolf. But instead of letting the raging beast to come out, young Tremaine crosses his legs and deals with the pain of blue-balls. Emerson will not have to deal with another super dominant and selfish Alpha, that much David promised himself. They both know that Emerson will never be anything but an Omega, and that a relationship will be submissive on his part, but that doesn't mean the Alpha should be harmful and egocentric.<br><br>"Uhm... Did you like that, Emerson?" The wolf asks, trying to break the awkward silence. He sincerely hopes the little cute fox didn't dislike the kiss... maybe even got a bit more into a good mood as well? Either way, the son of the powerful Tremaine family wants to see, and hear, the reaction of the Omega before he dares to ask for more, or break before it goes too far.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>01-11-2015, 15:02:47</strong>
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				Emerson’s ears were twitching, almost constantly, as their meal drew to an end and David had spoken up about wanting to kiss the fox. He was nervous, and the shifting of his ears could be attributed to paying attention had they been in a public place. But, here, alone in his office, it was obviously a nervous tic that had revealed itself. His tail swished back and forth, just a little bit, and he licked his lips as David leaned forward to press his palms to Emerson’s heated cheeks. He blushed a little deeper as the large, darkly hued wolf leaned in and pressed his lips against his own, making him let out a small sound in his chest. It was a sound that surprised even Emerson himself, causing his tail to fluff up just slightly as he returned the kiss slowly. He parted his lips for the wolf’s large tongue, his own tentatively exploring out to stroke along David’s, if he was given the opportunity to do so while caught up in the meeting of their mouths.<br><br>Time was lost on Emerson as he made out with the very wealthy, and very well-known bachelor. He briefly wondered how many others David’s mouth had encountered, but shut that thought down quite immediately. There was no reason to become upset about things in the past that he could not change. They both had pasts, of course, and he knew that if he decided to delve into David’s, he could only expect the same from the prominent wolf figure. And that was something he didn’t really want – not right now. He couldn’t imagine that the wolf would dig up many positive things, if he found anything at all. The fox let out a soft sigh as their mouths parted, his eyes blinking open slowly, the pupils slightly dilated. He grins, unable to help himself, at David’s words before he licks his lips of the remains of their kiss.<br><br><strong>”I was thinking something similar.”</strong><br><br>He wanted David to know that he hadn’t made the wrong decision. He blinked gently as David began to adjust himself, crossing his legs, and Emerson knew that he was sitting perfectly still, himself. His legs had already been slightly crossed, so he just kept them as such, knowing that moving would reveal his own bit of a situation. His tail swished gently behind him and he perked up, a light appearing in his eyes as he realized that David was forcing back his Alpha tendencies, hiding his arousal, so as not to scare away the Omega fox. Most Alphas would’ve displayed it, offered it willingly, or forced it. But, not David. And Emerson was certain that the Alpha male was definitely proud of his naked body and what he had to offer, yet here he was, proving that he was different from the rest. It only made Emerson admire him more, and like him more.<br><br>The fox chuckled, his cheeks still quite warm, before he grinned and nodded. <strong>”Yes, I did. And I’d very much enjoy it if we got to do that more often.”</strong> He was hopeful, looking at David with a cute cock of his head as his ears perked completely. His heart was pounding in his chest and his tail was still swishing, showing how he’d managed to become more comfortable around David in this moment, and their brief escape into an intimate gesture had really solidified this little arrangement for Emerson.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vaer</strong> on <strong>08-11-2015, 02:15:57</strong>
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				It was very hard, perhaps even painful, to suppress his instincts and arousal around the Omega fox, but David Tremaine pushed himself to his very limits and actually succeeded. Even as he look over the cute, slender, and very beautiful little guy in front of him, seeing his ears twitch and that puffy tail swish around, is so attractive right now that the lust almost makes the young bachelor wolf feel a bit drunk. It's as if his head is spinning a bit, but... he endures, giving the cute fox a big, warm smile and presses his legs tightly together a little more so his hardness doesn't burst open his slacks, or something.<br><br>"Then, I will make sure to give you lots more of that, Emerson." He says, meaning every word of it. He would love more, to kiss the sexy little fox more, to then undress him, to take him then and there, but he knows it needs more time to let the fox trust and feel comfortable with the 'big bad wolf'. As soon as David finally feels his body calming down, he slowly rises to his feet and give Emerson a friendly slap on his shoulder. "But how about we take care of your special job, before I get ahead of myself here. You are a really good photographer, and I actually do want you to be part of my secret projects. You will earn your paycheck by real, respectable job hours, and not to feel as if you just stepped back twenty years and get the traditional, outdated Omega treatment."<br><br>The Alpha wolf kindly offer Emerson his hand and then leads the well fed and satisfied fox from the dinner room and office of the young Tremaine, out into the empty floor full of his secret fashion projects. The next hour and a half is going to be dedicated with Emerson being strictly guided to each and every room full of super secret projects of future fashion masterpieces. Clothes, TV shows, client lists, name lists, half-finished blueprints, and so much more. But the angles, the setups, the framing, that's all for his new assistant to decide. What would make for interesting 'spy footage' pictures, or whatever they are called. Meanwhile the young bachelor keeps himself in the back, silently judging Emerson's way of working, and also glancing at his rear a lot when he is too focused on the shots. It's quiet, calm, serene one and a half hour for Emerson to earn a bigger paycheck than a full month of his normal work, and it's still not over.<br><br>During all this, David often comes up and shower Emerson in affection and appreciation when they are finished with a room. He makes sure that his Omega fox understands just how grateful the black wolf truly is, and then also how much he likes him. How beautiful he is when he's focused on his work, how good he looks in his clothes, and how must David trusts him that the photos will turn out fantastic.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Gods and Monsters || Vaer</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mael</strong> on <strong>11-11-2015, 16:19:46</strong>
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				A blush swiftly appeared on Emerson’s features, coloring the apples of his cheeks. His eyes were warmer, a bit more open now that he felt like someone in this place could understand him, the true version of himself. He took suppressants to hide his true nature from his coworkers – other than some close ones, and his immediate boss – he couldn’t imagine the fit his upper management would through if he found out that they’d hired an Omega photographer rather than just a typical, middle-class wolf like they’d originally believed. And truthfully, Emerson had broken many rules when applying for his job by not disclosing that information. He didn’t feel as though it particularly mattered; if he was good at his job, his rank in society shouldn’t influence a hiring decision, right? His mind redirected as David spoke once more, getting his attention back as he focused the meeting on the actual task at hand. He was here for more than this scandalous, secret romance, after all.<br><br><strong>”Thank you. I’m actually thrilled that you enjoy my work so much to include me in an opportunity like this one,”</strong> he admitted quietly, his ears perking a bit on his head while his tail continued to softly swish with eagerness behind him. He nodded, showing that he understood how he was going to be paid, and that David Tremaine was giving him an offer he shouldn’t really refuse. He would probably make more money here than he would anywhere else, and maybe if he found that he enjoyed it enough, he would quit his other job. He almost grimaced at the thought; he liked his other job, too, despite the issues that sometimes seemed to crop up. Emerson focused away from that dark topic as he took David’s hand, giving him a crooked grin before they headed out of the office and onto the empty floor where the projects were hidden behind other doors.<br><br>Emerson felt truly in his element, here. He began to work methodically, taking in as many angles as possible, setting up the scene once he was able to really get the feel of things. He’d brought his camera, and he was putting it to good use, working with lighting&nbsp; and shadows. He adjusted quite a few things during some shots, and worked with angles and props when he could. Some were simplistic, others were busy but with the product in the main focus&nbsp; of the photo. Overall, they were professional shots that were unique in their own ways, a way that would make him stand out among other photographers on the scene. When he was finished, all of the rooms David desired to be photographed complete, he was flushed and beaming as he held his camera with excitement that reflected in the rapid swishing of his salt-and-pepper tail.<br><br><strong>”I think you’re going to love these shots, Mr. Tremaine. I’m really excited to get to edit them and send you the final products!”</strong> A thoughtful look came to his features and then he grabbed a piece of paper from a small notebook he kept in his back pocket. A tiny little thing for scribbling notes onto, he wrote down a set of digits and held it out to&nbsp; Mr. Tremaine. <strong>”Here’s my cell phone number. Oh! And my email. That might be the best way of getting you the photos, right? Or would you rather have a flash drive, or… a disc or something?”</strong> He canted his head, smiling, the energy from the shoot still obviously pulsing through the young fox’s veins.<br>
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