Your Temporary Driver is Somehow More of a Sir [M4M] [Alpha Listener] [Omegaverse] [V-Omega Driver]

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Greetings. Cold weather, huh? Alright, let's go.

Huh? What's that look? Yeah, got any questions, boss? Yeah, I'm your driver today.

All the other drivers got stuck in the snow. Plus, you're the only one close enough to the area to take ya. What, does my lack of formality bother you? Alright, good then.

Oh, yeah, sure. It's in the dashboard. Yeah, the glovebox over there.

That thing there. Oh, yeah, I am. What, you didn't know? Okay, well, now you know.

Let's get along. What's up, boss? You don't like Omega's or something? Are you sure, yeah? We don't have to like each other to sit in the same car for an hour or so.

If you don't wanna talk, it's on. Worry, what? You think I'm gonna jump on ya? Or I'll release them pheromones to get you to do us dirty? Don't worry, not happening.

I'm just in the mood anyway. No, no, not that. My hand's up there.

Holding it like I'm holding a cigarette. Cause it'll help me stay away from it. Quit it a few years ago.

Didn't count, but the habit's up. This habit, though, isn't. Don't see a reason not holding your cigarette.

So, doesn't harm me now, does it? Road's quiet today. Oh, not like I'd go this way alone.

Actually, the other path. If Snoke gets you, you have a chance to be found there. Here, though.

Gotta take a while before someone finds you. Well, your corpse, that is. Disincluded and all.

No, not so. I don't even hear that anymore. Faded into the noise too long ago.

Hey, a driver's the last person you want to get used to car porn. But here we are. Well, haven't had any car crashes in all these years.

So at least you know I do know how to do my job. Looks like the way's blocked. Who would've thought it'd be blocked by cars and subs, no? Wonder what's causing this traffic.

What's that way again? Oh, right, right, yeah, yeah. It's flight day in a few minutes.

The whole store that sells homemade cooking factory chocolate. Look at all these people. Even in their most intimate relationships, everyone's such a liar.

What was that? You just moan? Never heard an alpha moan before.

Well, not a male one at least. Oh, rut, huh? Must be tough.

Sorry though. The only car I can control is the old baby you're riding here. Can't drive the other car sadly.

Won't be moving for, say, 20 more minutes. And you know, it's gonna be another 40 until the destination after they do. But I say, okay, you're a big boy.

I'm sure you can keep your man in your pants. Then take your meds. What are y'all doing? Is this a kink? Starving to think.

Single, ready to mingle, do this on purpose. Right, right, right, nah. Don't need to get so bothered, boss.

Just joking. A busy man such as yourself probably doesn't have time for these things. Don't? That does mean you should be more careful about taking the pills.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. That's a bit much. Just cause I don't act like it affects me doesn't mean I've lied about myself, nor the idea was fake.

I am an Omega, just more of the dominant side. I won't lose control. You know, kind of thought you weren't into communication.

How come you're so popular now? Suddenly wanna know all about everything? Okay, okay, alright, please.

Get in. You deserve to be safe, I guess. Who does not know a lot of self-defense if I alert you this much? Well, it might just be the rut.

You're getting all sensitive about your territory. Which happens to be my car right now. Aren't you a creative one? Right.

So, uh. Been years since I've last explained this to anyone. Not sure where to start.

Well, we are the species people once chose to call the G-Omegas before getting rid of them. We were the now erased element that decide whether or not bots were meant to be. We have the body of the more dominant Omegas with more pheromone controls than the Alphas.

There's more to it, but let's just leave it at that. Well, back then, before we sort of died out, we used to be something like the judging father of all Omegas. With the natural sense of neutrality gifted to us since birth and matured through puberty.

We were there to decide the bonds people wanted to make actually had a future. Or one side was taking too much and giving too little, you know, stuff like that. But as time passed, people decided they didn't want the bitter verdict that got in the way of their sweet, sweet love stories.

And they kind of killed as many of us as they could find. End of story. Yeah, yeah, that's it.

So many questions. If you're that interested, alright, let's ask one by one. Well, I don't think it was for the best either.

I mean, if you take people's dreams from them before they can try it, they're just gonna live life thinking they saw something amazing. No matter how twisted that dream and its consequences might have been. I say, isn't it fine? Let them go fuck their lives and fuck it as many times as they want.

What's that got to do with us? However, it did come with its consequences at the end of the day. The wonderful achievement of invasion news you hear day by day on TV.

The endless court cases that we can't end because the right were lost from the beginning because of, uh, trust? And of course, the entire borderline of secondary genders were shifted to a more certain location, of course. Earlier, you had the reaction, didn't you? Acting as if the skies are gonna fall down because, well, of course when two different gents are in the same car, shit's bound to happen.

When we were around, it wouldn't. Back then, rules were there. You couldn't have a spicy night as easily, but just as much.

It wasn't this easy to get your ass fucked. If, uh, you'll excuse my uncensored speech. Don't get me wrong, though, we weren't some sort of holy force that forbade stuff.

We were just the hammer that came down on your head when you committed the unholy. We have pheromone restriction powers. We could cancel bonds, I mean, even block someone's mating abilities for life.

For cases like those buddies who are a bit too fond of kids. If you know what I mean. We were the, uh, chosen border.

Well, now there's no need. So, uh, have fun, I guess. Hmm? Uh, I mean, not all of us.

There's probably a few more survivors out there. But, I don't know. I'm not really interested in, you know, saving us.

There's no way to find them anyways. The whole thing happened thanks to some traitors, so we got all access to Piercing long, long ago. Thanks to that, those of us that stay can stay hidden and live what's left of their lives.

I'm fine with that. Why should I care? People always want more power.

And freedom is power. You know, even if they want order, they want to be the ones to have power over the ones that apply the order. They want to choose everything at the end of the day.

And I think that's just fine. Frankly, I don't even want to do it anymore myself. Being a Frederick is.

.. Being a side character that helps burn. ..

Well, troubles the fates of those who eventually get there happily ever after. I mean, what's in it for me? Don't give a shit about the legacy.

I'm just. .. I'm tired of the whole path.

Even though I only had. .. 160? Maybe 180 cases before it all tore apart? Oh no no, that's not a lot.

Man, we passed judgment on every single bond. Yet think 160 is every single bond there was? Of course not.

Every few regions had only one Frederick. Although. ..

Mine. .. Had two.

Ah, but that doesn't matter. Think you've got your answer. Traffic's unwinding, and we can be on our way.

Nah, oh no. No more of that. It's not interesting anyway.

Just more shit history. People these days don't like history much, do they? Relax, and enjoy the time you have left until you reach your pulse.

Whatever, you're not getting more out of me. You're treading me. You know I still got my powers, right? Which you smell like an omega for the rest of your life.

No, that was a joke. But I can do things much, much worse than that. And actually, I feel like I'm getting a bit rusty.

You mind if I try some of my punishment on you, boss? Alright, alright. You sure you wanna hear the rest of the story, though? It's not all that great.

Alright, alright. The second Frederick of the region was. ..

My younger sister. She really was young. Usually, us Fredericks spend the majority of our childhood and adolescence secluded from verbal feats until we reach the maturity.

That's when we got our powers and would be presented to society so we could judge. But my sister's got hers way, way early. Still a teenager, even.

A young one. She was only, what, 16? But she did have the actual power, so under my supervision, she started her job.

Our job. Every single time, her judgment was correct. And everything was going so smoothly.

Except it wasn't. You see, the thing that gives us the right to judge isn't wisdom. It's absolute neutrality.

My sister had obtained the power to control bonds, but she hadn't reached the emotional numbness we developed during puberty. She fell in love with one of the kids she deemed appropriate. Well, it was too much for her.

The absolute knowledge of the fact that the person you love is certainly compatible with somebody else, has a complete bright future ahead of them, and you are just watching out.