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When Apollo Justice got his first internship he didn’t expect it to be perfect. He was wholly familiar with the horror stories that came out of mildly traumatized interns on their first job. Toxic employers, humbling mistakes, and workplace drama were all too common stories.
However, Apollo didn’t think he was that unlucky. Surely whatever went wrong would conform to the standard of common workplace issues, wouldn’t they?
If Apollo weren’t an allurement for misfortune, that probably would have been the case. But Kristoph Gavin was far from standard.
On paper, it was a dream come true. Kristoph Gavin was a highly regarded Alpha in the world of law. The so-called “coolest defense in the west” had people tripping over themselves for a mere interview. Because of his reputation for being tolerant, he attracted many omegas who were looking to work in the legal field.
Due to Apollo’s omega status, many of his professors did not want to waste time referring him, but Apollo was lucky enough that the one professor that did agree had ties to the esteemed lawyer. He was surprised that a foreigner omega like him would be the one to get a call back, especially knowing that he was competing with the many high achieving alphas in his area.
And after a rather awkward, Apollo-esque interview, the young man had found himself working alongside the revered Kristoph Gavin. As someone who had dreamed of reaching the same success as the now reviled Phoenix Wright, it was a fantasy come to life…a story of triumph in the face of tribulation…at least, that’s how it was at first.
Working closely with Kristoph, he got to get a sense for who the man was. He stood with the same elegance as an antique chandelier, and spoke with a charm that would pull in the most resistant of souls. As austere as the lawyer could be, his dedicated spirit and generally friendly (although diligently crafted) personality made it hard to find him distasteful.
Kristoph, being as gracious as he was, wasn’t one to give in to his alpha tendencies. Although he couldn’t help the strength and competitiveness that came with his biology, he had class, and hardly let things like pheromones override his sense of reason.
His distinguished reputation and unmatched intelligence made it easy for Apollo to look up to him. The intern clung to his mentor, his loyalty to Kristoph unyielding. A talent like him is born once a century, and the fact that Apollo found himself in the same timeline as Kristoph made him feel like he was a part of history.
It was a shame that the same lips that held such a sweet smile were also the same ones that spoke such sour words.
It all started with a morning headline. Kristoph had been reading news coming from Khura’in on the screen of his desktop.
“Defense Attorney Executed in the Kingdom of Khura’in.”
“My my…” he mused, “another attorney killed in Khura’in…”
Apollo, doing some organizing in the room, turned to give Kristoph a concerned expression, “wow, sir…that sounds terrible.”
Kristoph let out an agreed hum and continued scanning the article. Apollo thought nothing of the comment until his sophisticated timbre filled the atmosphere once again.
“Uncivilized. Completely uncivilized,” he turned his leer towards Apollo.
Apollo couldn’t help but feel a mild sting at the comment. He didn’t agree with the Defense Culpability Act, and would be the first out of anyone to condemn it…but Apollo would be lying if he said that comments like that didn’t instil a bit of shame in him.
A couple of mouse clicks filled in the silence between them as Kristoph scoured for some document he needed.
“Between you and I, I’d hate to have one of them for a neighbor,” Kristoph spoke casually as he clicked and typed.
Apollo’s mind went blank with anxiety as those words met his ears. Something about Kristoph’s tone was mocking. He spoke as if he was amused with himself.
“Why…er….why is that, sir?” Apollo stammered, still unsure of what Kristoph meant by the comment.
“The last thing I need is a family of religious fundamentalists infesting my neighbourhood,” he spat, not sparing Apollo a single glance, “they complain of the unfortunate situation back in Khura’in, then refuse to integrate when they come here.”
Apollo stood there in silence. It was a shock to him that someone who was known for being so tolerant towards the marginalized would spout something so…on the contrary. Perhaps his sympathies only extended towards omegas.
“And don’t even get me started on their…criminal tendencies. All they know is thievery and assault. It plagues the headlines every other day. Khura’inese alphas— even betas, attacking our innocent omegas. No wonder their nation is eons behind.”
A bead of sweat formed on Apollo’s forehead. This wasn’t the first time he heard of people complaining about the Khura’inese, but it was certainly awkward when it was your own boss. Apollo couldn’t argue back, not wanting to jeopardize his promising career…but he didn’t agree with those statements either. They were a little beyond mere political critique.
Apollo turned back to the file cabinet, and organized in silence. Anxiety had followed him for the rest of the day.
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As the weeks went on Apollo became more acquainted with his superior’s unsavory beliefs.
Khura’inese, Borginian, Zheng Faian…Kristoph always had something to say about the barbarity of other cultures, which was pretty ironic considering his unyielding admiration for the various cultures in Europe.
Additionally, despite the lawyer’s public tolerance for the omega class, there was not a single omega in sight working in the office aside from Apollo. All of the lawyers were alphas, and the receptionists and assistants were betas…Apollo tried not to think of it too much. Perhaps there weren’t many omegas that were as qualified as him.
As Apollo got to know more about Kristoph’s ideologies he also began to notice a shift in the way he was treated. It seemed his rosy persona was wilting as they increasingly spent more time in the confines of his office.
If Apollo made a mistake on a bad day, Kristoph would mutter something about the incompetence of the Khura’inese. Apollo never commented on the affronts for the same reason he wouldn’t wave a red flag in front of a bull. He merely wondered why Kristoph kept him around if he hated the foreign so much.
He also turned a blind eye whenever Apollo was pushed over by the other alphas in the office. Kristoph let them get away with the highly prejudiced comments and jokes, and made no effort to put an end to the very degrading ways they would tease Apollo, whether it was because he was an omega, from Khura’in, or both.
When Apollo felt discouraged he thought of Phoenix Wright. The disbarred lawyer was an omega who achieved the height of fame in the legal world for his exceptional work. If Phoenix Wright could do it, then so could Apollo. He just needed to bite his tongue for a little longer, at least until Kristoph would finally let him take on a case.
But with HR and Kristoph not doing anything, it was difficult to stay encouraged, and some days Apollo could only think of Phoenix’s disgraceful end.
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The day had progressed normally, with Apollo simply pursuing his work normally. He had been feeling chilled in the morning, but chalked it up to the temperature in his apartment being too low.
He had stopped taking his heat suppressants a couple of months ago due the negative side effects that came with them. This had been advised by his doctor, who noticed that Apollo’s immune system was reacting poorly to them. It had been a struggle to get used to the heats again. Apollo had completely lost track of his schedule, and could never tell when he was sick or going into heat.
The more feverish he grew throughout the day, the more people seemed to pay attention to him. The alphas seemed particularly affected by his demeanor, either flashing him dirty looks, whispering to the fellow alpha next to them, or making some teasing comment about how Apollo looked especially good today.
The strange treatment went on for the entirety of the day, with Apollo only getting worse as the hours ticked by. When the day’s end arrived, Apollo makes his way to his desk and sluggishly gathers his belongings. Before he could make his way out, a familiar tone swam through the air.
“Justice, my office.” Kristoph glared at the omega, “now.”
Apollo, clutching his cramped abdomen, made his way to Kristoph’s office. He shut the door and instinctively took his place, sitting on the chair in front of Kristoph’s mahogany desk.
Kristoph stared at his desktop in silence, as if he were reading something, before turning to look at Apollo with a sour expression, “I always knew the Khura’inese were…whorish….but even I expected better than this ordeal.”
Apollo could barely focus on what Kristoph was saying. When he felt a wetness pooling in his behind it had suddenly dawned on him.
He was in heat.
“Ah…sir….I’m…I didn’t think—”
“Really, Justice? You’re just flaunting your heat?” Kristoph stood up, “I’m all the way over here and even I can scent your pheromones.”
“I didn’t know it was going to happen today!” Apollo exclaimed.
“Just like you don’t know anything else. Foreign scum,” he barked.
Kristoph slowly made his way towards the seated Apollo. The young intern looked down in shame, only to feel Kristoph’s slim fingers force his chin upwards, the mere touch making Apollo hazier. Kristoph gave him a more sympathetic look.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you…” his voice softened, “I can’t help but take pity on you. The Khura’inese are naturally inept. Even science verifies your kind to be…of lower IQ.”
Before Apollo could retort, Kristoph spoke again, “it’s in your nature to be so inadequate, I suppose. It certainly doesn’t help that you’re an omega.”
Kristoph flashed him a predatory grin, noticing that Apollo’s pheromones intensified when he got closer. As a highly sought after Alpha, he was used to the assault of needy omega pheromones and was largely unaffected.
But something about Apollo’s round, umber eyes boring into him beckoned Kristoph. He instinctively leaned in, his own pheromones being forced out by Apollo’s.
Kristoph’s thumb stroked Apollo’s chin as he held his head upward, a smirk playing at his lips, “do you know anything about the science of attraction, Justice? Why certain people attracted to certain things?”
“N-no, sir…” Apollo croaked, increasingly feeling worse. His skin felt so hot underneath his clothes.
“All animals select mates based on the best genes,” he started, “the genes that we want for our offspring.”
Kristoph grabs Apollo’s chin with more might and leans in, inflicting his pheromones on the younger man. Apollo squirms in his seat, a cherry tint creeping across his face. He wants desperately to pull away but is without the strength to do so.
Kristoph’s voice is laced with more aggression, “it’s why those lowly Khura’inese can’t keep their hands off us.”
The disoriented Apollo shakes his head, “it’s…it’s not true…”
“Oh, but it is,” Kristoph’s eyes darkened, “us westerners have a monopoly on desirable genes. Intelligence, civility, beauty. It’s why we’re the standard for the rest of the world.”
Apollo continued to shake his head, but his movements were hindered by Kristoph’s tight grip, “that’s wrong…”
Kristoph let out a mocking laugh, “the Khura’inese are just seeking better genes for their offspring. Not the sloppy ones that are offered by their own kind. No matter what you think, your body only knows that it needs to breed with a dominant, western Alpha.”
Apollo let out a meek whimper. He knew logically that nothing Kristoph said was remotely true. It was just the ramblings of someone sacrificing sound logic to pursue their own racist philosophies.
But Apollo’s mind was too overtaken by lust to even form a proper argument. He further descended into a primitive state as his heat took over his consciousness, his mazed condition only being worsened by Kristoph’s pheromones.
“Sir…I need to go home,” Apollo squeaked, the reddened tint on his face strengthening, “I don’t feel too well.”
“Evidently so,” Kristoph teased. His predacious gaze met with Apollo’s dazed eyes, “but I could help you, you know.”
Apollo pawed at Kristoph’s wrist, weakly trying to move the hand grabbing his chin. This only tempted the alpha to lean in so close that their lips almost met.
“Your body is aching for it….” Kristoph’s low tone traveled down Apollo’s shivering spine, “why don’t you just do what you’re good for and give in to your nature.”
Kristoph pressed a soft pair of lips onto Apollo’s. The omega tried to push him away, but was met with the kiss intensifying, Kristoph’s lips moving more hungrily.
Kristoph took his free hand and roamed it down Apollo’s neck, his palm brushing all the way down to his chest. Apollo intuitively leaned into the touch, despite the rational part of his brain screaming that he didn’t want this.
Kristoph’s tongue slipped into Apollo’s mouth, and Apollo could only muster a defiant moan. Tears sprang to his eyes as he began to feel increasingly helpless.
Kristoph pulls away, and speaks softly, “you’ll learn to appreciate this soon enough. I’ll make you thank me senselessly for spending my western seed on you.”
Kristoph grabbed Apollo by the collar and aggressively shoved him towards the desk, the pens and other stationery items springing with the impact. He bent Apollo over, his roundness of his ass being put on full display.
Apollo laid there defenselessly as Kristoph unbuttoned his dress shirt and pulled the cloth off of him, rendering the omega bare. Kristoph then moved on to his pants, unclasping the belt and pulling Apollo’s pants and boxers down, the clothes dropping to his ankles. An arrogant grin graced his face as he eyed Apollo’s dripping hole.
Kristoph’s finger hovered over the soaking entrance, “look at you…you insist that you don’t want this but your body is practically begging to be used.”
A finger intruded into Apollo, drawing out a low groan from the omega. Kristoph repeatedly thrusted his finger into him, the immense production of slick allowing him to do so with ease.
Apollo squirmed and writhed at the sensation. An unintended pleasure kindled within him.
“Oh sir…sir…” he whined as Kristoph’s finger continued to work at his hole. Tears of shame ran down his face.
“You want it, boy?” Kristoph asked, suspending his intrusive thrusts.
“No…please…” Apollo sobbed, the response evoking an irritated expression from Kristoph.
“Foreign slut,” Kristoph fumed, his patience only thinning, “you’ll learn.”
Kristoph pulled his finger out, which glistened from all the slick. He began unbuckling his own belt, the jingling of his garment sending fear into Apollo’s chest. He let his dress pants drop to the floor, and slowly freed his straining erection from the constraints of his briefs.
Kristoph lined up his girth to Apollo’s hole, and swiftly shoved the entirety of it in. Apollo let out an alarmed gasp.
“Shh…be good, now,” Kristoph commanded.
Kristoph leaned forward, his palms planted onto the desk, and began to thrust. He was rough, although maintained a steady rhythm.
Kristoph let out an aggressive growl as he felt Apollo’s hole involuntarily clench around his shaft, “your body is smart,” he huffed, “knowing that it needs my knot.”
The only thing that escapes Apollo’s trembling lips were pleasured moans and fearful whimpers. Kristoph’s pace quickened as he lost himself in rapture, the table shaking underneath Apollo with each harsh drill.
“Worthless…worthless foreigner,” Kristoph grunted, “you know no better than to submit when a superior race has their claim on you.”
Kristoph inclined on top of Apollo, resting his forearms on the table. Apollo was far gone at this point, the tears on his face drying up, and the tongue that once spouted endless protests now producing only ecstatic cries.
“Oh sirsirsir…sir!!!” Apollo bawled, “hah— give it to me sir!!”
Kristoph chuckled into Apollo’s ear, “beg for it, Khura’inese vermin. You’re not getting my genes until you beg.”
“Please sir,” Apollo pleaded, nearing his own end, “you’re right—hng…it’s in my blood to want westerner sperm…I need it…please breed my inferior hole….”
Kristoph huffed, the air brushing against Apollo’s scent gland, the sensation sending tingles around the area. He closes the space between his mouth and Apollo’s neck, digging his teeth into the Omega’s scent gland.
Apollo yelped at the marking, though the sharp pain didn’t deter his lust.
Kristoph pulled away from Apollo’s neck and let out a low groan, “oh god…I’m so close.”
“Breed me, sir…breed me,” Apollo mewled, feeling Kristoph’s knot inflating inside him.
With a couple of sharp movements, Kristoph emptied his seed into Apollo. He let out an intense growl, placing another bite into Apollo's neck, which elicited an orgasm from the boy. The omega let out a desperate scream, his legs trembling with bliss, and then sagging tiredly.
Kristoph rested inside of Apollo until his knot deflated, and then slowly pulled away. Semen dripped down Apollo’s hole and on to his inner thigh as he stumbled his way upright.
Apollo began to slowly come down from his heat, horror taking the place of lust. He slowly lifted a hand to his neck, feeling the mark left on his scent gland.
He looked over at Kristoph, who already had his pants back on. He fastened his belt securely before staring at Apollo with prideful eyes. He caressed his flushed cheeks lightly.
“You’re fired,” he grinned.
“H-huh?” Apollo murmured, still feeling hazed.
“I said you’re fired,” he repeated, “if you’re going to bear my children I’d prefer it better if you stayed at home.”
Apollo’s heart leaped as the reality of the situation hit him. He was marked…and carrying his employer’s child.
Fuck.
Tears welled in his eyes once again. He had thrown away his whole future over an unmoderated heat episode. His dreams of becoming a lawyer seemed to drift further and further away from reality.
“I…I…I still have to pass the bar,” Apollo croaked, feeling a lump form in his throat, “I still haven’t graduated…I—”
“Oh Apollo,” Kristoph’s tone was honeyed, “no need for all that. A Khura’inese omega like you wouldn’t have stood a chance anyways.”
Kristoph slid his hand down to Apollo’s abdomen, as if to feel the child that was forming.
“Then why even hire me?” Apollo stared at him with dewy eyes.
“I never had any intentions of building up your career,” Kristoph taunted, “I just had an image to uphold. You know how it is.”
Kristoph took his glasses and wiped the lenses down with a cloth before putting them back on, “unfortunately, progressive ideologies are no match for the resolute force that is human nature. Isn’t that right, little foreigner?”
Kristoph laughed and Apollo could only stand there in dread.