#ghost alpha

OK I GOT A LITTLE CRAZY WITH THE LORE BUT I REALLY LIKE THEM

so i had a lot of thoughts about them while i was drawing

alpha acts machismo, angry, burning hot like his flames. he gives off this stereotypical bad boy exterior, even when everyone knows how affected by his own emotions he is. he’s not just a hot head— he’s really sensitive and it embarrasses him. he cares a lot about many things but he hates when people know it.

secondo is just a hard ass consumed by the marrow of tradition. rooted in old beliefs and ancient rules. he’s full of himself and nearly delirious with power, enforcing his law like a corrupted judge. but that also makes him the biggest hypocrite, because he’s also above his own rules. fucking around with ghouls is no exception to his hypocrisy.

secondo hates ghouls. they’re lesser than humans. satan’s slaves are now his slaves. he cares to keep his ghouls at the top of their game, but not as humans. they’re more like pets, liek prized pigs he feeds well to make sure they impress.

alpha is his favorite pig. and alpha loves it.

alpha always fought back the most with him. refusing to back down, always slinging insults to his face. secondo worried his rebellion would inspire it in the other ghouls, and he thought for a long time how to make alpha back down. he studied his enemy, and realized there was only one way alpha turned placid.

sex.

alpha loved to fight back until he was getting dominated and destroyed, usually by omega. secondo noticed this and eventually tried it for himself. alpha folded instantly. no one had the power or ruthlessness to make him so submissive so quickly. with the other ghouls, it was pretend. with secondo, it was terrifying, and that exhilarated alpha.

alpha became more rowdy, but not with the ferocity he used to. he often saved it for when the two were alone. he was placated, and secondo again had his pets in line.

but it’s a horrible, awful relationship. secondo could not care less about the ghoul, he really only does it to keep him under his thumb. alpha will do him favors too, even get rid of certain rivals that go against him. secondo hardly touches alpha except to hurt him. he rarely lets alpha touch him sexually, no matter how much he begs. at first it’s foreplay, but then it begins to affect alpha. his tendency to suffer from big feelings bites him in the ass. he talks to omega about it, cries to him like a 19 year old in her first situationship, but he never stops crawling back to secondo. because sometimes there’s a glimpse, a look, a touch that alpha deludes himself into believing there’s more to it. ghouls and humans can’t be together, that’s why he acts this way. if things were different, they would be in a relationship.

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“I’m reassigning you to Cardinal Terzo.”

Omega, ever regal and stiff in his stature, snapped his head down to make direct eye contact with Sister Imperator.

“Why?”

“What insolence,” Special spat, standing presently at Sister’s side. She held up a hand as if to silence the both of them.

“Now, I think Omega is allowed his questions. After all, he has served me loyally for years.” She smiled, her red-painted lips stretching into her sagging jowls. “As you are well aware, the Cardinal is an Emeritus brother. Starting tomorrow, he will be making public appearances as an upcoming face of our Ministry and will need his own escort. I believe you will keep him… Focused.”

No one could keep Terzo focused. Not him, not Sister, not the empty bottles littered around him everywhere he went. Terzo had nothing but sex and substances on his mind. What a horrible successor he would be, Omega knew.

“Understood?” Sister asked after a pause.

Omega nodded tersely.

“Good. You’ll be escorting him to a party tomorrow night at nine.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Off you go, then.”

Omega turned away obediently and left the office at her command.

And who should be outside, of course, but the very cardinal in question.

“Hello, Omega ghoul.” He smiled brightly up at him. Omega let the door shut behind him, then shoved him aside, the sweet scent of wine hitting his face like a truck as he did so.

“Wait,” Terzo called, his steps following close behind. Omega just grit his teeth and kept walking. “You are my entourage, si?”

“Apparently.”

“You are unhappy?”

Omega stopped, whipping around to growl down at him. “Why did you do this? You think we’ll fuck more just because you have me on a leash now?”

“Me? Ghoul, it is not my choice.”

“Right.” Omega turned and walked away again.

“Mi fratello gave you to me,” Terzo said, once again rushing his short legs to catch up.

“What?”

“Si. Secondo said he wants to keep Alpha, so I take Omega, eh?”

Omega furrowed his brow, his pace slowing. “Alpha isn’t as good as me.”

Terzo looked up at him and shrugged. “I am not complain.”

“…Fuck off.”

Omega turned down the corridor to the ghoul den, one that humans were not allowed through. He knew the cardinal would not follow.

“Do not forget the party!” Terzo called.

Ignoring him, Omega disappeared within the den, making a beeline for Alpha’s room. Before he could get there, though, he found him plucking his guitar in the common area.

“Hey ‘Megs,” Alpha greeted, running his fingers down the neck in a quick riff, his tail swinging comfortably from the edge of the couch. Neither his uniform nor mask was anywhere to be seen—which was acceptable in the den, though Omega himself never wore anything else.

Omega crossed his arms before him, scowling. “Why did Secondo give me to Terzo?”

Alpha’s fingers stuttered, singing a broken note. “Huh?”

“I’m on Terzo’s guard now. Apparently, Papa specifically wanted you over me.”

Alpha’s tail went still. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t?” he asked flatly.

“No.” He resumed playing.

“We both know I’m a better guard than you.”

“Mm.”

Omega snatched the guitar, ripping it from his grip. Alpha bared his teeth, a puff of smoke drifting from his nostrils. Omega smelled his smoke, his burnt pine anger stinging his nostrils. 

“What the fuck?”

“Pay attention when I talk to you,” Omega snapped.

“Oh, you’re gonna talk to me?” Alpha laughed humorlessly. “That’s new.”

“You’re a fucking hypocrite.”

“Fuck did you just say?”

Alpha stood, and though shorter than Omega he boldly and aggressively stood close to him, still bearing his sharp teeth, puffing out his chest to be bigger. 

Omega said, “You want me to spill my guts so bad? How about you admit to me that you’re fucking Secondo?”

“Maybe I’d talk to you about it if I knew you wouldn’t run off to Sister like the lap dog that you are.”

“Watch your damn mouth,” Omega snarled, grabbing Alpha’s burning-hot face and digging his claws into his cheeks. “I am no one’s dog.”

Alpha’s face suddenly softened as he grabbed Omega’s wrist. Not afraid—indeed, the scent of storms graced the air. Sadness. “What happened to us?”

Omega let go, his arms as stiff as wood. A heavy pause sat between them like a boulder. He had never felt so far away from his closest companion. But the distance between Alpha and himself was light years apart.

“I don’t know.” Another pause. “Sorry I grabbed you.”

Alpha looked down at where Omega had set his guitar, playing with the hem of his shirt. “I’ll tell you anything about Secondo, ‘Megs. Just talk to me.”

Omega just shook his head. “I have nothing to say.”

Their gazes met. Alpha’s eyes shone with something deeper than anger. Betrayal. The fire ghoul picked up his guitar and pushed past him, purposefully shoving his shoulder into him as he did. Omega did not react, did not even blink. He let Alpha leave.

And he found himself in Terzo’s room again, watching the cardinal ride him and moan effeminately about it, his black eye makeup already smeared to hell down his cheeks. Omega just watched as the cliffs watched the ocean tide. Terzo was trying too hard to entertain the listless ghoul. His attempts to be enticing were embarrassing, so inebriated, and too proud of his middle-aged human body. The peacocking was doing more to get himself off than Omega.

“Omega ghoul,” Terzo whined, sinking down quickly as his cock jumped and came on Omega’s big belly. He buried his head in the crook of Omega’s neck, still gasping as he lazily rode through the orgasm. 

When he was done, he raised his head and looked into Omega’s eyes. Searching. Hazy with lust. And already, that second of contact was too much. Too accusatory. Too intimate. Omega picked Terzo up by the legs and spun him to face the other way, then gripped his hips harshly and forced him to keep bouncing on his cock.

“Ghoul—“ Terzo sighed, “I already came…”

“I didn’t,” Omega grunted.

“Then I will need… the painkiller…”

Terzo leaned over to grab his glass of wine, set previously on his nightstand and took a long gulp even as his hips continued to sway drunkenly. It disgusted Omega. He had already warned Terzo about drinking in his presence.

Omega grabbed his hand, tipping the wine glass back so far it spilled all over Terzo’s chest and made him choke, spitting more from his mouth. Red ran down his pale skin, over his swollen nipples, his softening dick, down to the bed to stain the covers. His grip loosened enough on the glass for Omega to take it, only for him to immediately throw it against the wall with a loud shatter.

He sprang up, shoving Terzo on his face and pounding into his ass without mercy. 

“Omega—“ Terzo yelped. “Please—“

“I fucking hate you,” Omega seethed. He grunted out with each violent thrust, “Miserable— pathetic— small— drunk—bastard—“ He interrupted himself with a deep moan. “I hate you—“

Omega came into the cardinal’s tight ass, his nails digging into his trembling thighs.

And when the cum was dripping on the bed and Omega had wiped the sweat from his brow, he finally realized that Terzo was crying.

The scent hit him all at once.

The rosy, fruitful scent of his constant wine drinking had always obscured Terzo’s emotions, emotions that Omega could smell from anyone else. And though the wine was still there, now bleeding through was a stench unlike any Omega had experienced before.

There was the earthiness of rain, which always meant sadness. But it was acidic, tainted with some black bile like oil that lingered around him. Metallic like blood, yet sharper. Pain. It was a great, unending, heart throttling pain. Spraying off him in a cloudy mist like a broken perfume bottle.

“…Terzo?”

Nothing but sobs answered him. Omega, feeling strange, let go of his hips. Terzo fell to his side, curled up like a child and covering his face.

“I—I— it is— nothing—“ he wept. “I— am… sorry…”

“Did I hurt you?” Omega asked quietly. Terzo had never reacted this way, and Omega had been far rougher with him before. This stench of pain had never broken through, either.

Terzo gulped down breaths, shaking his head. He attempted to speak but drowned himself out in his own tears.

Omega felt a sense of awkwardness and the urge to leave. But he could not quite drag himself away. Instead, almost without thinking, he laid a hand on Terzo gently and very carefully guided his quintessence in him to calm him down. Just enough to stop his crying.

After a few minutes Terzo became quiet, sitting up. He stared at the pile of broken glass across the room as he spoke. “I am sorry about that.”

Omega just nodded, feeling chained to the bed. Part of him longed to dig into his mind and comfort him, to hear him out as he used to do so often for anyone who crossed his path. But this was Terzo. Whatever pain he felt was certainly his own fault.

So he did not ask. And Terzo did not share. They sat still for much too long.

Terzo looked at him. “Are you going to stay?”

As if given the key to his cage, Omega sprang up and began dressing. “Not tonight.” Not any night. Terzo was a fool for asking so often.

“Ah.”

Omega was an expert in dressing quickly and was pulling on his shoes by the time the cardinal spoke again.

“Will you at least clean that mess you made?” he asked, pointing at the broken glass. Omega sighed in irritation.

“I’ll send a Sibling on my way out. Make yourself decent.”

Terzo ignored his second statement, lying shamelessly exposed on his bed with an arm cast over his eyes. “Okay.”

“You’re going to sleep on your dirty covers?”

“Mhm.”

Omega felt a sudden and inexplicable anger. Clenching his fists, he grabbed Terzo’s robe off the back of one of his armchairs and tossed it over him before storming out. As promised, he sent the Sibling, though became more enraged as he pictured them encountering Terzo’s sleeping, naked form.

chapters: one | [two]

tag list! @bealindaa , @sadistic-cardinal , @thecrepegremlin

so i decided to write a tiny bit of good thing; secondo lets alpha blow his dick!!!

when i tell you that secondo and alpha hate fuck, i don’t mean it’s angry or hateful or even spiteful. that’s too much passion for secondo to spare.

i mean secondo genuinely does it for control over alpha. for power. nothing more, nothing less.

i mentioned that secondo never lets alpha touch him. that’s true, of course, until it’s not.

the closest they get to cuddling is when alpha is shoving his head between secondo’s thighs, desperate to touch, desperate for him.

why does secondo let him? well, there’s only so long you can torture such a pretty ghoul before you get a bit hot and bothered yourself. at least, that’s one reason.

he’d been begging for a long time. the first time alpha gets to suck his master’s dick is an experience unlike any other. one he’s been waiting for. one he relishes.

(this sketch is suuuuuper lazy but eh)

listening to his master react to him, even if they’re just tiny grunts, even if he hardly reacts more than an eyebrow twitch, it’s more than enough for alpha, who aches for him fiercely.

but it’s just another tactic of power. secondo is nobody’s fool— he knows how alpha feels about him. secondo lets alpha blow him to keep him in his place. a small prize for his compliance, a treat for his pup.

but rest assured, secondo is always in control.