Kyle woke, sweating. It had been a long time since he'd dreamed about that asshole from university. Even though he was an adult now, the experience still haunted him. It had made the rest of his high school life a living hell. Of course he'd opened the door. He'd rather everyone in the world know he was an omega before he let some dude stick it in him.

Checking his phone, he signed. "Time to get going."

"Ughhh, I swear Ike, they weren't even listening to what I had to say! It was like their minds were already made up. Thirty-four friggin' interviews and nothing!" Kyle slurred, slugging down the rest of his beer.

"You were probably just imagining it."

"I'm serious! By the end of this I'll be an interview master, so great that alpha companies will have to hire me because I'm that goddamn good!" Kyle burned. He'd find the best paying job, claw his way up then look down on all the assholes who thought he'd be nothing more than a breeding ground for society's 'elite'.

"I'm sure you'll find something." Ike smacked him on the shoulder, his laissez-faire attitude poking at Kyle's annoyance.

"Well, enough about me, how's school going for you?"

"It's going well. I'm almost done training at the academy. Soon I'll be a full fledged officer."

"Woooow. Officer Broflovski! That'll be the day! I can't believe you decided to study here. If anything I thought you'd go back to Canada and join the RCMP."

"I was thinking about it. Being a Mountie would be cool, but I think it's better to stay close to the family. How can I resist having drinks with my bro?" Clinking cups, he followed his brother's lead.

"I should be getting home though. I have an early morning tomorrow." Ike sighed sadly.

"Alright, alright. You take care then."

"I'll take the bill, both of us together."

"I can pay for myself, don't worry about it." Kyle was already grabbing for his wallet.

"It's my treat, I insist." Already handing over his card, the server inserted it into the machine

"Ike, I've told you, I have a part time job, so I can afford this at least."

"Just focus on your interviews right now." He ruffled Kyle's hair with a grin.

"Once you graduate, I'm going to take you out, okay?"

"I want to eat steak then!" Ike suggested.

Kyle smiled despite himself. "Steak it is. The quality you get depends on how high you rank in your graduating class."

Ike laughed.

"You've got yourself a deal!"

Stripping off his suit and his tie, Kyle collapsed on the small bed in his shabby, one-room apartment. He sighed heavily, burying his head deep into the covers. Though he put on smiles in front of Ike, all the rejection was getting to him.

"Even at omega companies..."

He thought back to the man he had met downtown. He was an alpha who had offered him connections at a good company, but only if Kyle could sweeten the deal.

"Maybe it was a bad idea to reject him." He grumbled. Though he thought about it and the opportunity was constantly there, Kyle knew he was too much of a chicken to actually go through with it. The thought of spreading his legs for another man made him shiver in disgust. No matter how hard it got, he'd always promised himself he'd never resort to those kinds of means. But... what would happen if he ran out of companies to apply to? What if he didn't manage to find a job anywhere?

He sat up on his bed looking out the back window. The sky was crowded by buildings, antennas, power lines and laundry, but past that was the moon swimming in a sky full of stars.

"I have another interview tomorrow... I'll have to do better tomorrow..." crawling into bed.

"Tomorrow..."

"Are you okay Mr. Broflovski?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Stiffly smiling he sat rigidly in the designated chair. He'd been in interview situations countless times, and countless times he'd felt the pre-interview nerves, but today was different. Today there was a pair of brown eyes that made him sweat. It wasn't the eyes that made him nervous, but more the fatass they were attached to.

"Well, Mr. Broflovski, tell us about yourself." Leaning in, Cartman's grin was wolfish. His eyes betrayed no sign that he was the kid Kyle had left in high school. But no matter how many years passed, Kyle doubted he'd become anything more than an even bigger ass.

Moving his head slightly to the side, he wore a dark ash suit and red silk tie. His hair was neatly combed to one side, and he'd even lost weight. He held a large, heavy pen that scribbled notes when Kyle replied.

As Kyle performed his carefully constructed and rehearsed replies his eyes locked onto Cartman's heavy hand. His breath caught in his throat. A flash from the past jolted through him, shocking him out of his reply. He choked on his words. They dried in his throat. He tried to clear them but the memory only nagged at him further.

A heavy weight on top of him, one he couldn't push away. Hot breath on his neck. Teeth in his hand. '

Taking a trembling breath, he thumbed the scar on his hand. He stared at the ground realizing the room had been hurled into a heavy silence.

"S-Sorry, would I be able to get a glass of water?" His voice sounded small. He had to try and recover, but he could always feel Cartman's steady gaze upon him.

Standing and drinking was thankfully enough to calm him down again. He instead focused on answering the questions quickly and accurately, now wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"Do you have any questions for us?"

"When will I receive the results for the interview?" He asked superficially. Even if he did get the job by some freak chance, there's no way he'd accept it, not with Cartman as his boss. No way, no how. It wasn't as if he fatass would hire him either. He'd find some excuse to hire someone else, since it wasn't as if he could overtly rationalize with 'cuz Kyle's a ginger Jew'.

"We will contact you within the week."

"Thank you for your time." Standing to shake their hands, Kyle hesitated at Cartman's outstretched palm.

"Thank you Mr. Broflovski. We'll be in touch." Too polite, too unnerving. To make it worse he smiled amicably, and Kyle believed it. But just for a second.

He took his hand, shocked when he felt something hard crushed inside. Instinctively he jerked his hand away, but it was trapped tightly in Cartman's strong grasp.

"If you have any more questions, don't hesitate to contact us." He added.

Taking his hand back as soon as possible, Kyle skittered out of the interview room.

Once outside, he opened his palm, seeing a folded business card inside. He opened it, the chic black, white and grey spelling out a number for Cartman & Cartman.

He frowned, seeing it stained. He turned it around to see a thick black writing that had bled through.

"My personal number. Call me ASAP."

'Creepy.' Kyle thought, staring at it in disbelief. Rounding a corner he ran into an employee, the man's stack of papers scattering.

"I'm so sorry! Let me help you with that." Stuffing the card into his suit jacket pocket, he bent to help him.

"Ahhh, I'm so clumsy, thank you!"

"No problem..." Leaning in closer to the blonde, Kyle smelled the pheromones surround him.

"Huuh... are you an omega?" He blurted out.

"Ahh! Oh no! I forgot to take that as well!" Pulling out a bottle of pills, he quickly popped one and swallowed it. "I am though... you too?"

"Ah... yeah... this is an omega friendly company too huh?"

"Yeah! I love working here. This company is one of the top five right now for working omegas. I highly recommend it!"

"That's great!" He tried to sound enthusiastic, but failed.

"You were here for the interviews right? Hopefully I'll see you around!"

"Yeah..."

"Have a great day!" The blonde waved, having reassembled his stack of papers.

'That doesn't sound right... top five for omega employment..?'

Having a second interview, he'd had to rush to the other side of town, only to get that same feeling of dismissal in the interviews as yesterday. He felt even more exhausted than usual. Once home, he loosened his tie and threw his suit jacket on the bed, collapsing beside it. Finally, some comfort. He felt his eyes droop.

Without bothering to get under the covers he wrapped his duvet around him.

Kyle woke with a start. His body felt weak and it trembled. He panicked. He was rock hard, and his ass was tingling and moist.

"No way. It just happened two weeks ago!" He studied his body and its tell-tale signs, hoping to be wrong. He felt his body growing hot.

"Shit!"

He reached for his phone on the bedside table, his fingers fumbling it. He opened his contacts.

"Hey Kyle, what's up?"

"It's... it's happening again."

"Who's that?" Kyle heard a voice in the background.

"Hold on one sec... So soon?" His voice boomed louder on the phone as he spoke now to Kyle.

"Yeah..."

"Shit. It might be a little bit 'till I can get there."

"That's fine. It's fine." Kyle breathed, "Thank you."

Kyle's head swam. There was definitely a scent, one that was different from every other pheromone he'd smelled before.

'I brushed up against someone is all. That must be it. This stupid body.' Kyle stroked himself, kneeling forwards on his bed. His ass twitched, but he refused to give in to it. Whenever he had, it always got worse. The less he touched it the better. He could get over this just with his front. It was a few hours before his phone buzzed.

He grabbed it hastily, the name Cartman & Cartman inc. came up on the screen.

'Fuck that.' Tossing it away, he heard a knock at the door.

He wrapped a blanket around himself, dragging his feet all the way.

"Kyle, are you okay?"

He nodded.

"Thanks for coming on such short notice."

"Don't worry about it." Stan removed his coat and shoes, following Kyle in.