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Viktor sat in the VIP booth of the auction hall. Built similarly to a concert hall, several stories beneath the cover of the hotel, he was one of hundreds of guests regularly invited to the prestigious black market auctions. Though he rarely purchased any goods, the hall was always a place for connections, bursting with opportunity, and with it, information. Today however, Viktor was selling goods. Nothing major in his opinion, a painting from some long dead artist that Viktor hardly paid attention to when Georgie brought it to him several months back, along with a collection of rare jewels.
Flipping through the items for sale list, nothing was catching his interest. Next to him sat Christophe, his best friend and most trusted confidant. Unlike Viktor, Chris had purchased several items that night to spoil his beta boyfriend with later.
“Phit loves exotic clothing,” Chis said casually, placing a bid silently on the touch pad on his lap. Chris’ bid flashed several times on the screen above the stage before his own screen lit up green, indicating he had won the item.
“You know those clothes came with the beta wearing them, don’t you?” Viktor asked, casually crossing his legs at the knee, watching with disinterest as the mentioned beta was drug from the stage crying. He was thankful the VIP booths were soundproof.
Chris laughed. “Of course! I just want the clothes. I’ll just find the other bidder and ask if they wanted to purchase the beta from me. Did you see what number was bidding?”
“626,” Emil offered. “Would you like me to contact the auctioneer?”
“Please. For no less than his last bid.”
Viktor paid no mind as Emil, Chris’ right hand, slipped from the room. Several other items sold, Viktor’s items among them, before the last item of the night was being brought onto the stage. Resting his head on his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, Viktor was sure that another auction would come and go with nothing catching his interest.
“That item looks awfully large,” Chris commented, watching as four men wheeled a large covered item to the center of the stage. Chris turned the volume on in the booth, allowing the men to hear what the auctioneer was saying.
“-item of the night is sure to catch your attention! Of all the auctions we have held, an item like this has never been bid!”
“Ooo,” Chris hummed. “Love a rare item.”
Viktor looked at his best friend from the corner of his eye. “All the items at the auction are rare. What makes this one any more special?”
The auctioneer continued to speak. “Now, ladies and gentlemen! Alphas and betas alike! For this item, we will start the bidding at ten million US dollars!” Viktor raised an eyebrow at the price as the hall began to whisper. “Tonight, I present to you-” the cover was whisked off the item “-a Japanese male omega!”
The crowd erupted into chatter, but Viktor heard none, ignoring the flash of bids continuing to rise on the screen. On the stage sat a large bird cage of intricate design in black cast iron, the offered Japanese male omega shaking in the center. His hands were bound behind his back and chained to the floor of the cage, a black cloth tied in his mouth. The man was lean with a small amount of muscle definition, powerful thighs and a soft curve to his body that came with being an omega. Black hair brushed against his forehead as he frantically looked around the hall, blue framed glasses sitting on his nose.
He was beautiful.
Beside him, Chris sighed. “A male omega huh? That is quite rare. Pity I have no use for him, he’s quite a looker. Who do you think will buy him?”
“I will,” Viktor stated, voice serious as he lifted the touch pad that lay forgotten on the table between them.
“What?” Chris asked, watching as Viktor began typing casually. “Viktor, the kid looks half scared to death. What use do you have for a male omega? He doesn’t look like he’ll survive two nights with the Russian Bratva.”
Viktor smirked as he placed his bet, placing the touchpad back between the pair, relaxing in his seat once more. “He intrigues me. How long do you suppose it’ll take me to break him?”
The sound coming through the speakers of the hall erupted, prompting Chris to turn and look toward the commotion. On the screen above the omega flashed Viktor’s bet: Bidder #1 $100,000,000.
Viktor’s touch screen flashed green as the auctioneer called the auction to a close, informing winning bidders where they could pick up their items. Emil had returned during the commotion, speaking with Chris about the items he had purchased. Yakov spoke from behind Viktor.
“Would you like me to retrieve your item and have it transported to the manor?” his voice was gruff, and void of any indication on what he thought of Viktor’s purchase.
Viktor’s lips remained in a casual smile as he pushed himself from the seat, turning to leave the room as Yakov followed. “No, that’s alright. I believe I’d like to retrieve this item personally.”