“I’m curious Gin, what’s your hometown like?” 

Iyasu looked up from where he kneeled next to Roland’s desk. The question was so unexpected he took a minute to process it before answering.

“It was a pleasant enough place to live I guess, master Roland.” The word still tasted bitter when he said it. Roland set his quill down giving Iyasu his full attention before he responded.

“I wouldn’t imagine Faction 5 to be pleasant. Barbaric maybe, but not pleasant.” Roland chuckled. 

Iyasu had to soothe the ire that tried to rise in him. Faction 1 seemed to have much more barbaric customs as far as he was concerned, owning other human beings is as barbaric as it gets.

“I lived in a small city by the ocean, it was nice there. Even if I lived in the ghetto I made the most of it.” Iyasu explained. 

“Oh? And how did you make the most of living in the slums?” Roland asked. Iyasu hated his condescending tone.  

“There are a lot of art venues in the city so I became a dancer. It’s how I made my living before...everything happened.”  

“A dancer eh, interesting. I’d love to see what you’ve got.” Roland still looked smug as he stood and walked over to a vintage looking record player and put on an upbeat jazz song. It was a little more old school but it was not too unfamiliar.

“Dance for me.” Roland ordered, he waited with his arms crossed.

Iyasu got up but felt ridiculous standing in the middle of the room with an awkward gait, the last thing he wanted to do was dance. He knew he hesitated too long when the music stopped. 

“Why aren’t you dancing.” Roland frowned. “Were you lying to your master?” Roland asked suspiciously.

“No master!” Iyasu quickly said, he looked away trying to think of an excuse. “Well, uh, I usually wear this loose type of clothing that probably isn’t even made in this faction. I can’t move well in these types of clothes.” It was a stupid excuse but it was better than nothing.

 Roland seemed to actually consider his words to his surprise. “Why didn’t you just say so, I have just the thing.” That response was not anticipated, Iyasu watched dumbfounded as Roland opened an armoire to pull out a velvet box hidden under the suits that hung there.

“I had this made for Finn but that stuffy high-breed wouldn’t even try it on when I took it out the box. I shouldn’t have expected a proper omega to wear something so revealing.” He prattled on as he pulled out the garment. 

Iyasu took in the sheer emerald green outfit. The outfit was beautiful but it’s not like Iyasu wanted to wear it either, he had no other choice. Roland handed it to him and waited patiently as Iyasu figured out how to put it on. There were a lot of unnecessary straps that went up his back but the rest of the sheer fabric was flowy and comfortable. He could dance easily in this but he still felt incredibly uncomfortable with the way Roland stared at him.

“Fits better than I expected.” Roland’s eyes ran over his figure making Iyasu want to cover himself. He could never get used to having that icy gaze on him. 

Roland walked past Iyasu to start the song again. “Now come on, show me.” 

Iyasu closed his eyes and swayed to the music trying to get in the mood to dance. He thought about how he would dance back then, how he would feel the music vibrate the stage as his bare feet moved across it. The memory made his heart hurt even as he began to glide with the upbeat song, swinging his hips to the rhythm. As he danced he immersed himself in the wild melody. In this moment he didn’t have to think about the monster in front of him or his own ordeal. He focused on how his body felt light and how the music caressed his ears. In that moment he could almost pretend he was free.

That is, until the music stopped. 

Iyasu opened his eyes to see Roland staring at him with a look of disbelief. Iyasu knew he was somewhat of a good dancer but he’s never seen the alpha so caught off guard.

“You move beautifully,” Roland’s voice was devoid of its usual condescending tone. “Who taught you to dance in such a professional manner?”

Iyasu almost wanted to laugh at the question, as if he could ever afford official lessons. “I’m self-taught, master.” 

Roland looked impressed. “I want to see more of your talent. Can you dance to something a little slower?” Roland seemed genuinely excited when he pulled out another record and played it. This song had a more romantic feel to it, it was sultry like the music he usually danced to.

Iyasu closed his eyes again and began to dance, the time he danced with his whole body, caressing his own form and channeling the feeling of the song through his limbs. It was a good song, he got lost in its sound and danced with more vigor freeing his hair from its bind. He imagined a nameless lover cradling him, seducing him and swaying in sync with his own movements. The lover had a familiar face; light brown eyes, a straight nose, full lips, thick chestnut curls. 

Iyasu’s eyes snapped open when he felt hands grab his hips and pull him forward. He gasped, looking up to see Roland gazing down at him with eyes full of mirth. He moved his hand to press against the small of Iyasu back while grabbing one of Iyasu’s hands. He began to spin with Iyasu in his arms smiling like a giddy child. Iyasu was too baffled to do anything besides follow Roland’s lead. They danced out the rest of the song surprisingly in sync. When they stopped Roland still held him with a grin on his face.

“You’re very alluring when you dance.” Roland said in a low voice before kissing Iyasu. This kiss wasn’t as aggressive as the one before but it still held the same eagerness. Iyasu's body stiffened as he tried to keep up with the unwanted kiss. 

Roland walked Iyasu backwards as they kissed until they fell onto the bed. Somehow he almost forgot why he was here in the first place, it was like he saw a glance of humanity behind the monster and he let his guard down. He turned his head to stare at the bar across the room like he always did, trying to make his mind go elsewhere but then he felt a wet tongue lap at his nipple. He inhaled sharply when his other nipple was played with. This was unusual, Roland wasn’t one for foreplay and he wasn’t usually this gentle.

He ran his hands up and down Iyasu’s waist and hips before pushing the garment up to dip his fingers into Iyasu’s folds. He kissed up Iyasu’s neck even running his lips over where the collar covered his scent gland. Iyasu bit back the urge to moan when Roland bit and sucked at his nipples again as he rubbed against the wetness between his legs. For the first time in a while he had the urge to squirm away but he kept telling himself he needed to stay on Roland’s good side.

Roland gazed at his face while he continued to tease him to arousal, his blue eyes took in Iyasu's expression hungrily as his rose colored lips hung open slightly. Iyasu bit the back of his hand to muffled his moans and whimpers, he didn’t want to give Roland the satisfaction of hearing him. When Roland finally freed his erection to enter Iyasu it went in easily, he snatched Iyasu’s hand away and kissed him again as he fucked into him with a low groan. 

He tried to drown out the feeling of Roland on top of him until his legs shook with an oncoming orgasm. Iyasu felt bitter shame when he came with a breathy moan that was swallowed by Roland’s greedy mouth again. He pulled away weakly and swallowed as tears stung his eyes. He felt Roland come on his stomach and was disgusted with himself. His cunt throbbed from the aftermath of his orgasm, the sensation only made his self-loathing intensify.  

“Go back to your room, you can keep the garment.” Roland said as he got up to change his clothes. 

“Yes master.” Iyasu whispered. He got up and gathered his clothes leaving the room quickly. He could see Roland staring at him from the corner of his eye before he closed the door.  

It was dimly lit and empty in the halls. Iyasu went downstairs in a rush, his mind raced with all the confusing thoughts that occupied it.