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Eijun stands outside the door to his apartment, conflicted.
Because on one hand, he really needs to get in, but on the other hand, does he really need to get in? He scrunches his eyebrows up even further, feeling his mouth twist into a frown.
What if they already started? He doesn’t want to walk in on those noises if he doesn’t have to. He trusts Miyuki’s proprietary enough not to do it in their living room, but their walls weren’t thick or insulated enough to block out any sounds louder than a quiet video playing on their smartphones (a smartphone that Miyuki now has, because Eijun had pestered him into getting one).
He grinds his teeth together, mussing his hair with his hands.
But he also needs his anatomy textbook! He has a midterm in two weeks, and he has all, and he means all, of his notes in there. Every single sheet of paper he’s ever taken notes on, every single post-it note (decorated ones to boot, with light sakura prints) he’s torn from the many cubes he’d bought, and every single flashcard he’s made, they’re all stuck within the pages of his book, making it very difficult to close. It’s about twice as thick now as when he had bought it.
He sighs, slumping dramatically, before he straightens up in determination. Okay! He’s decided! He left his textbook on the couch anyway! Miyuki would probably be in his room, so as long as Eijun doesn’t stray too close to the bedrooms, then Miyuki wouldn’t catch a whiff of him right?!
It’ll be fine!
But just in case! Eijun takes his earphones out (the ones with the squishy ends) and plugs them into his ears, turning on his music and blasting it loud enough to hurt his ears. He would be in and out anyways, he wouldn’t be staying that long.
He punches in the passcode for the electronic door lock before swiping his keycard. A double authentication system, because this apartment was technically Miyuki’s, and Eijun was just rooming with him.
It’s been about three years since he’s moved in, but after this semester, he’s going to start renting one of his own. He hasn’t told Miyuki yet, because this thought hadn’t popped up until just a few days before Miyuki’s rut, but he’ll break the news after it ends.
—
A few days before Miyuki’s rut, when he had suddenly told Eijun that he would be bringing a rut partner home. Eijun had stopped mid-drink, widening his eyes to the size of saucers as the water that wasn’t making its way into his mouth spilled onto his pants.
Miyuki hadn’t looked at him, rubbing his neck with his head turned away, adopting that uncomfortable expression he always has whenever he doesn’t know what to say. It’s been a while since he’s shown Eijun that expression specifically, not after two and a half years of living together, so it must’ve been a pretty uncomfortable topic for him to touch upon.
For Eijun, however, it had come straight out of left field.
“What?!” Eijun shouts, letting the cup of water slip completely from his hands so he could slam his hands down onto their dining table. The plastic cup clatters onto the floor, splashing water onto the foot of his sweatpants as he leans forward in shock. “What for?!”
Miyuki eyes the water on the floor instead. “You’re cleaning that up.”
“Miyuki Kazuya!”
He needs an explanation!
In high school, Miyuki had dealt with his ruts by locking himself up in a singles room.
And when they’d started living together, he would still lock himself up in his own room, but Eijun would occasionally come in to take care of him. Giving him water, attempting fancy dishes only to revert back to simple grilled salmon and rice because those fancy dishes always failed spectacularly without Miyuki’s watchful eye, replacing the fever pads on Miyuki’s forehead. He’s a beta, so there’s not much he can do outside of that, but Miyuki has never complained.
Miyuki was heavily against it at first, but it had taken all of three ruts of Eijun coming back to the apartment after a week away to see Miyuki wrecked (pale skin, chapped lips, dark circles under his eyes) and malnourished to the point of looking like he’d come back from the ICU to make Eijun snap. He’d resolutely stayed with Miyuki for his fourth rut, and then every single one thereafter.
But now—now!
Eijun frowns. Was he no longer enough anymore?
Miyuki flicks his eyes up to Eijun’s face, before sighing and tipping his head back, bringing his fingers up to rub at his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”
“But why?” Eijun asks, pouting even further.
Of course, he’d never thought about depriving Miyuki from a proper rut with an omega forever, but he’d thought that—that, he could be selfish, and keep Miyuki to himself for another few years or so. It’s been a couple years since Miyuki’s been on the professional baseball scene, and he gets more and more recognition with each season, but he’s never actually played into any of the recognition that pertained to romance.
Even though he was very, very popular. Eijun had had to fight through a throng of girls just to reach the front doors of his part time job, solely because a billboard of Miyuki’s face had been hung up on their building for an ad about a sports drink. (Miyuki also rarely ever does promotional stuff, but his manager had threatened him with something probably embarrassing, and he still won’t tell Eijun what it was.)
“Ruts with an omega shorten the duration of it,” Miyuki explains slowly, dragging his hand down his face. “Don’t worry, it was my choice, because I can’t afford to miss practice for a whole week when the championship series is right around the corner. But I also,” Miyuki pauses, pressing his lips together, “in any case, it’s what I’ve decided.”
Eijun clenches his teeth. He can’t argue, not with that kind of reason, but it doesn’t make him any less irritated. “Fine,” he grumbles. “How long do I have to be away from the apartment?” He’ll just crash at Haruichi’s place, it was what he did when they first started living together.
Miyuki huffs. “Three days.” Before he tilts his head down to smirk at Eijun. “Better than seven, right?”
Hahh, that stupid tanuki probably thought that Eijun was irritated because he needed to vacate the apartment, not knowing that it was leagues away from what Eijun was actually irritated about. Typical, that Eijun would keep chasing after someone who rarely ever slows down to wait for Eijun to catch up to him.
But in this case, when it comes to their biology, Eijun will never catch up to him.
Eijun leans over to pick up his cup, grumbling. “I guess.”
—
Miyuki’s rut partner is an omega manager for his team, Ishii Miyako, so at least they know each other. Eijun had met her a few times, but outside of a few polite conversations, he hasn’t interacted with her much.
But he knows that she’s infatuated with Miyuki. He knows because he’s also infatuated with Miyuki, and he knows what adoration looks like.
Because he’s always looking at Miyuki with the same stars in his eyes, his breath catching in his throat every time he sees Miyuki playing in the stadiums. Eijun had settled on going to university instead of following Miyuki straight to the pros, because his academic counselor had told him to broaden his options.
His favorite subject is sports, so maybe he could be a coach in the future, or so his counselor had told him. And then he’d taken those words into consideration, weighing them in his hands, before listening, because he’d realized that he couldn’t keep running forward with only Miyuki in mind.
He’d run, but on his own path, and if it happens to cross with Miyuki’s, then he’ll welcome it with open arms.
But every time that he watches Miyuki from the stadium stands itching to be the one pitching to him, every time that he stands behind a flock of squealing girls looking up at Miyuki’s unusually handsome face projected on the advertisement billboards, every time that he sits patiently outside of Miyuki’s room during his ruts with his earphones inserted into his ears, he realizes that he’s still chasing after him.
He’s never stopped.
And Miyuki has never looked back at him, still running and running, widening the distance between them even more.
Good for Ishii, he thinks solemnly, feeling sick to his stomach but unable to help the jealousy that poisons it. Being able to get the man that she wants.
They might start a relationship out of it. She might move into this very apartment in the future.
But it’ll be fine, because Eijun’s already found several other single apartments closer to his university. The rent wasn’t too high because the quality of the apartments were borderline (dare he say it) trash, but at least he didn’t need a guarantor, all he’d have to do is pay a deposit.
Eijun pushes the door to the apartment open slowly, mouthing a silent ‘I’m home’ because he didn’t want to risk being discovered, and leaves the door slightly ajar as he toes his shoes off in the genkan. The security in this building is pretty good, so he won’t have to worry about any break-ins with his back turned.
As quietly as he can (but he can’t really tell because he has the latest hit shoujo anime opening blasting in his ears), he pads his way to the living room and tries to locate his anatomy textbook. He finds it easily, placed onto the corner of the coffee table when he’d remembered leaving it haphazardly on the couch. Miyuki must’ve moved it for him, taking care to neatly rearrange his papers back into the pages so they were no longer flying out.
Eijun picks the book up, smiling tenderly down at the cover. There was a note written on it in Miyuki’s messy-neat scrawl.
‘Don’t leave valuable things lying around idiot, don’t you have a midterm soon?’
Eijun’s shoulders slump. He’s going to miss this. Not that they would no longer be friends or anything, but still. He would miss this, having—having Miyuki’s attention to himself, and solely to himself. Eijun, and no one else, and it would feel as if they were on equal ground, standing side by side.
He carefully unsticks the note and sticks it back onto the front page, before he turns around to leave.
Only to jump ten feet into the air and shriek at the top of his lungs, hugging his textbook close to his chest. The movement causes him to yank at his earphones, tugging them painfully out of his ears and making him realize just exactly how loud he was screaming.
He immediately clamps his mouth shut, staring cat-eyed at the haphazardly dressed person that stands across from him.
Ishii eyes him for a few seconds, before she smiles painfully at him. As if she was holding in her tears, before she shakes her head.
There’s blood on her blouse.
Eijun gasps, flying forward. “Ishii-san, what’s wrong? Are you bleeding?! Do I need to call the hospital?!”
Wasn’t she in the middle of helping Miyuki with his rut?!
Ishii chuckles, but the sound is strained. ”No, no it’s okay. The blood, isnt mine.”
Eijun’s blood runs cold. If not hers then—
“You should check on him,” Ishii says, turning away from him and picking up her duffel bag, the one she had left on the couch. It was probably filled with all the supplies she would’ve needed for Miyuki’s rut to pass. “I think he needs you, more than anyone.”
Eijun parts his mouth.
She turns to smile at him. “I’ll lock the door on the way out, don’t worry.”
Eijun blinks at her, before he quickly drops the textbook back onto the couch, scrambling to pause his music and throw his shoulder bag onto the floor. The amount of blood on Ishii’s blouse wasn’t a lot, but the fact that there was any blood at all was a cause for concern. How could Miyuki even get hurt?! Did he accidentally hit his head on a table corner in his zeal to finally mate or something?!
Miyuki’s bedroom was adjacent to his, tucked into a little hallway beyond their living room, so it doesn’t take long for Eijun to cross the length of it to burst through Miyuki’s door.
“Miyuki-senpa—!” Eijun pauses, the shout dying abruptly in his throat. Miyuki jerks his head up towards him, widening his eyes in response. His glasses were still on, and so were his pants, but his shirt was gone. He was pressing a wad of tissues against his forearm, and Eijun can see the red that seeps into it when he flicks his eyes down.
Miyuki’s breath catches. “Sawamura—”
Rut be damned, Miyuki would know not to attack him. Miyuki has never attacked him in the past, not even during the height of his rut. Eijun wasn’t an alpha either, and the omega that Miyuki was going to bed wasn’t even here anymore, so what use would Miyuki’s alpha have for getting aggressive.
He stalks over to the bed and yanks Miyuki’s injured arm towards himself, carefully peeling the bloody tissues away from the wound. Miyuki’s hand was trembling, but he clenches his fingers together to make it stop. He keeps his other hand resolutely fisted into the sheets, grounding himself.
See? Miyuki would never hurt him.
Eijun can’t say the same for Miyuki not hurting himself though.
He frowns down at the nasty bite mark on Miyuki’s arm, deep and still oozing blood. He immediately presses the tissues back onto the wound, glaring down at Miyuki. “What were you doing, biting yourself?! Did you miss the mark or something?!”
He shoves Miyuki’s arm back into the other’s chest, before he moves into the kitchen to locate their first-aid kit. Miyuki is staring listlessly down at his arm when he returns, not even bothering to press the tissues back against the wound properly in order to stop the blood flow, breathing shallowly through his mouth.
Damn, his libido is probably hitting him again, especially when a ready and willing omega had been so close to him just a few moments ago. The pain of his bite will probably be enough to keep him sane for the next few minutes or so, before he falls back into his sexual urges.
Eijun will have to finish bandaging his wound before then. It’ll be awkward if he stays.
As fast as he can, he cleans, disinfects, and bandages Miyuki’s arm, watching as Miyuki’s fingers flex and curl into his palm every few seconds, brushing against Eijun’s forearm.
Miyuki doesn’t say anything, keeping his head down but holding his arm up high enough for Eijun to bandage him. His breathing is shallow and extremely loud, and when Eijun flicks his eyes over to Miyuki’s other fist when he’s close to finishing wrapping up the bandages, he sees that his knuckles are stark white.
Miyuki must’ve really been holding back.
Eijun should really leave.
He guesses he’ll be staying for the whole week then, unless Miyuki has requested for a rut partner change and that’s why Ishii had left in the first place. But he’ll go check their fridge stock just in case. Miyuki is the one who usually cooks, but if he’s going to be out of commission for the next five to seven days, then Eijun will have to take over.
Back to buying salmon then. Maybe he could switch it up this time. Redfin?
“Okay,” Eijun says, clipping the first aid kit shut, before moving to stand. “Go wild! I’ll be outside if you need anything! Don’t hold back, Miyuki Kazuya! I’ll have my earphones in but—“
He’s cut off when Miyuki suddenly grabs at him, circling his fingers around his wrist and tugging him onto the bed. He flips their positions around, ignoring Eijun’s squawks, until Miyuki is hovering above him, pinning his wrists above his head with one hand.
Eijun stares wide-eyed up at him, parting his lips in shock. Miyuki braces his free hand beside Eijun’s head, wincing and swallowing heavily.
“Why’d you come back,” Miyuki rasps. The knee that’s pressed into the bedsheets between Eijun’s legs inches higher, until he can feel Miyuki’s warmth radiating onto his inner thigh.
“I.” Eijun’s still too shocked to get any words out, even though his face slowly starts to burn. Is Miyuki still lucid? Does he know that Eijun isn’t his rut partner? “Forgot my textbook. Ichii-san was there when I turned around and she had your blood—“ Eijun gasps, glaring up at Miyuki. “You still haven’t told me why you were bleeding!”
Miyuki searches his face for a few more seconds, before he slowly lowers his head. Eijun tries to inch away, but with his back pressed into the mattress, there wasn’t exactly anywhere he could go. “You asked me if I missed the mark. How could I ever miss my mark? Have I ever missed any of my marks?”
Eijun grinds his teeth together, feeling all the blood rush to his head. Too close! Miyuki was too close! He could practically feel Miyuki’s breath on his lips every time that he spoke, and it wasn’t good for Eijun’s heart in the slightest!
Miyuki laughs, but it’s bitter and borderline hysterical. His lips twist into a smile, one that has goosebumps rising on Eijun’s arms, and he widens his eyes until Eijun could see the ring of red flashing in them. He most definitely was not sane. “Well, I suppose I missed one.”
Eijun swallows. “Miyuki…?”
Miyuki lowers his head again, until he’s brushing their lips together gently, forcing Eijun’s heart to stutter. Even though it was a stark contrast to how hard he was gripping Eijun’s wrists, until he could feel them growing sore and—hey that’s his pitching wrist! He needs that!
Eijun, with as much force as he can, knees Miyuki in the stomach. Miyuki wheezes, momentarily losing his grip on Eijun’s wrists, and Eijun uses the opportunity to loosen his left wrist. He needs to save at least that one! But Miyuki is strong, a strong alpha to boot, so it doesn’t take him long to recover, flipping Eijun onto his front and twisting his right arm behind his back.
Eijun cries out, more from the sudden position switch than Miyuki’s restraints (because again, he knows that Miyuki wouldn’t hurt him, he trusts him), before he feels Miyuki smothering him from behind. Eijun’s breath catches in his throat when Miyuki noses at his scent gland, sliding his other hand down to grasp at Eijun’s waist and pressing his—holy mother of HE’S HUGE—!
Eijun immediately starts struggling, shouting at him. “Miyuki! Miyuki Kazuya! Hey are you out of your mind?!” Miyuki was under the influence, technically, so they really shouldn’t be doing this. Even if they were doing this (which they weren’t, because this was ridiculous and Miyuki wasn’t lucid), Eijun wasn’t prepared! (Not that he would need to be, because they weren’t doing this.)
Miyuki, however, doesn’t budge, and only grinds his erection into Eijun’s ass, panting heavily against the back of his neck.
Eijun resists the urge to shudder, swallowing heavily. M-maybe he’ll try the ‘senpai’ honorific! That’s gotta catch Miyuki’s attention right?! Right?! “M-Miyuki-senpai!”
Miyuki pauses.
Haha! Yes!
Miyuki bites at the junction of his neck, sinking his canines into Eijun’s scent gland and forcing a high-pitched moan from his mouth.
No!
Miyuki slowly licks at the mark, and Eijun jerks at the sensation, feeling his own dick start to stir from beneath him. Before Miyuki brings his lips up to Eijun’s ear, nibbling at it. “Sawamura,” he says, his voice a low and seductive timbre, “be my heat partner.”
Eijun shivers, involuntarily tipping his head to the side. He can’t. He’ll be taking advantage of Miyuki if he does. Miyuki would hate him afterwards, and even if he didn’t, he would feel wildly uncomfortable around Eijun. What if he can’t be comfortable enough to let Eijun lounge around him anymore? Eijun won’t even be able to stay in this apartment for the rest of the semester, he’ll have to move out next week!
No, he has to be responsible! Especially when Miyuki can’t be because he isn’t in the right state of mind!
Miyuki reaches a hand underneath Eijun, palming at his stomach and hugging him closer. “Be a good boy,” he continues, and Eijun stills, feeling the sharp smile that spreads across Miyuki’s lips, “for me?”
—
Miyuki doesn’t play fair.
—
So Eijun won’t either.
—
Miyuki falls off the bed with a thud and loud grunt, and Eijun ignores the uncomfortable erection he has in order to finally scramble off the bed, putting a sizable distance between the two of them. He’s even smart enough to stand by the door, just to make a quick escape if he needs to.
Mentally, he’s praying to Kuramochi, because imitating those various wrestling moves he’d always pull on Eijun and tweaking them to consider the extra added advantage of his flexibility is what ultimately saves him from defiling his relationship with Miyuki.
Miyuki pushes himself up into a sitting position, rubbing at the back of his head with a groan.
Eijun ignores it, pointing an accusing finger at the alpha that looks worse for wear sitting at the foot of the bed. It doesn’t matter how willing Eijun or Miyuki’s alpha is, if Miyuki himself isn’t, then that’s practically assault! “Get your head out of the gutter Miyuki Kazuya, I haven’t even left the room yet! And I’m not an omega! Is your self-control really that lacking?! I know you’re not lucid but at least let me leave first before you start assaulting anything with a hole! And—!”
“Okay!” Miyuki shouts, turning his head to glare at him. Perfectly lucid. Eijun immediately clamps his mouth shut, retracting his finger to his chest defensively. “I understand, now shut up, your yelling is giving me a headache.”
Miyuki sighs, and moves to readjust his glasses.
“You should leave,” Miyuki says quietly, resolutely keeping his eyes off of Eijun. He pushes himself up to his feet and flops down onto his stomach onto the bed. "Before I lapse again."
And Eijun would, if Miyuki didn’t sound like that.
Eijun isn’t Miyuki’s rut partner, but he is still, in a way, Miyuki’s partner in general. Eijun clenches his fists together, shaking them in the air in irritation. Because Miyuki never says what’s wrong with him outright, and Eijun has to shout and pester him for several minutes (sometimes days) before Miyuki even gives him a hint as to what’s bothering him. He’s gotten better over the years, but his way of brushing Eijun off now is softer.
It makes him feel mature, even though his way of hiding things is still childish!
“Miyuki Kazuya, we've talked about this! I will never understand what’s bugging you if you never tell me!” Eijun stomps over to the bed and plants himself down, ignoring Miyuki’s flinching at the sudden proximity. “So tell me! Why is Ishii-san gone! Were you lucid this whole time?! Why did you bite your arm when you’re the one who decided on a rut partner in the first place instead of letting me take care of you?!”
Eijun pointedly doesn’t ask about anything that happened in the last ten minutes, because he needs to know if Miyuki was aware of what was happening first. Because he doesn’t need false hope.
Miyuki doesn’t answer him. So Eijun doesn’t move. Miyuki’s rut is still ongoing, so Miyuki would have to move eventually, but he wouldn’t put it past Miyuki to use that as an excuse to force him out of the room when he does.
Eijun clenches his jaw, reaching his hands out to jostle Miyuki forcefully from side to side. “Miyuki Kazuya!”
Miyuki suddenly grabs at Eijun’s wrist, his right one, and it makes Eijun pause, the shouts dying in his throat. But Miyuki still doesn’t look at him, keeping his face (uncomfortably, Eijun might add, because he was faceplanting with his glasses still on) smothered in his blankets.
After a few more seconds, Miyuki sighs and pushes himself up slightly, but he keeps Eijun’s wrist in his grasp. Eijun lets him, frowning.
“I sent her away.” Miyuki says, and when he continues speaking, Eijun realizes that he was answering Eijun’s slew of questions one by one. “I blanked at some parts, but I was lucid for a majority of it. I bit my arm because her scent was too intoxicating, and it was the only way to stop my instincts from claiming her on the spot. Because I didn’t want her as a mate.”
Miyuki turns towards him, his amber gaze piercing through him, and Eijun’s breath catches in his throat.
“That’s all the questions you have? My turn. You were planning on moving out without telling me?”
Eijun gapes at him, but Miyuki’s gaze only sharpens in anger. A threatening blade pointed at Eijun’s throat.
The grip on Eijun’s wrist tightens. “Sawamura,” he warns.
Eijun sputters. “Why are you mad?! It was bound to happen eventually, wasn’t it?! I was just going to do it early!”
“Why.” There’s no courtesy in it.
Eijun blinks at him. Miyuki glares back. “Wh-why what.” He—he’s definitely missing something. And that something that he’s missing is something important, but what is it??
“Why was it bound to happen.”
“Because!” Eijun gestures frantically between the two of them. “You’re an alpha!”
“Okay? I thought you knew that already.”
Eijun gapes at him. “I’m a beta!”
“I know that too.” Miyuki’s anger slowly dissipates, replaced with confusion as he furrows his eyebrows. “Where’s the problem?”
Wh-why is he arguing with Miyuki as if they were already in a relationship?! “Won’t you need an omega eventually?! I would just be in the way! Like today!”
“I sent Ishii-san away on my own.” Miyuki roams his gaze over Eijun’s face, evidently searching for something. He obviously doesn’t find what he’s looking for though, if the frown forming on his lips is anything to tell by. He tilts his head down, slowly unraveling his fingers from around Eijun’s wrist. “Do you know why I requested a rut partner in the first place?”
“Because the championship series is approaching.”
Miyuki reaches a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, looking away. He’s doing it again, and it has Eijun’s face pinching. “That, and, something else.”
Eijun waits for an explanation, because there’s nothing else that he can do. But obviously, Miyuki doesn’t know how to give him one. He probably has everything he wants to say in his head, he just doesn’t know how to get it out. “What is it?! Aren’t you in the middle of a rut?! Do you even have time to be stalling like this?!”
Spell it out for him! Eijun isn’t good with reading between the lines! He takes things as he sees and hears them, but Miyuki is not good at expressing or saying things honestly.
So really, they make a terrible pair. But it’s Miyuki that Eijun chose in the end, so Eijun will try his best to read between Miyuki’s lines, but Miyuki will also have to learn to be more honest to him!
And right now! He doesn’t know how to read between Miyuki’s lines. Because really, what is he even looking at? Tell him Miyuki! Come on! He’ll read between Miyuki’s lines about drying and folding the clothes properly or something!
“You’re with me for every rut I have,” Miyuki says, turning his face further away. Eijun leans forward, trying to catch glimpses of Miyuki's face in response. “Have you ever thought that, I could, you know,” Miyuki slides his eyes towards him, and Eijun furrows his eyebrows, “jump you?”
Eijun parts his mouth.
Hold on, give him a minute.
He needs time to process. Okay, first, deep breaths in and out, and then, read between Miyuki’s lines with a calm mind. If his mind isn’t calm, then he won’t be able to distinguish between what Miyuki is saying, because Miyuki never says what he means outright, being the sly tanuki that he is. Chris-senpai always preaches patience so—
Jump him?!?!
“Like mugging?!” Eijun squawks, scooting away from Miyuki in a panic. “But you make more money than I do! Or do you mean the other type?!”
Miyuki narrows his eyes at him for a few seconds, before he smirks, finally turning to face him. “What’s the context, Bakamura?”
“You’re,” Eijun enunciates, “in a rut.”
Miyuki’s smirk widens, placing his cheek in his palm. “And? I know your brain doesn’t work as fast or as much as everyone else’s, but even you can come to the right conclusion, right?”
Eijun opens his mouth. He knows what the other type of ‘jumping’ is. His university friends don’t let him off without teaching him every single form of indecent slang there is out there nowadays. But–but, can he even…? Isn’t that…allowing him to hope…?
He frowns. “But I’m a beta.”
Miyuki’s smirk drops. “Like I said, I already know.”
Eijun’s frown deepens. “But how can you even feel those urges around me? I’m not an omega.”
“You think I want to jump someone just because they’re an omega?” Miyuki raises an eyebrow at him. “How shallow do you think I am?”
“Well—”
“Don’t answer that.”
“I was going to answer the first one!”
“Oh, okay then.”
“But I do think you’re shallow!”
Miyuki’s face blanks. “Hey now.”
“But it’s biology!” Eijun points an accusing finger at him, but he’s still frowning. “You said it yourself, an omega can help shorten your rut, I can’t do that for you. I don’t have the stamina for it either. And you can’t mate with me.”
“So what I’m hearing is, you want to mate with me.”
Eijun’s face explodes in a dark shade of red, and he grabs at Miyuki’s shoulders, flinging him back and forth while Miyuki throws his head back and laughs at him. “Pay attention to things that matter, Miyuki Kazuya! I’m being serious!”
This bastard! Here Eijun is worrying about him and this potential relationship that may or may nor work out, and Miyuki chooses to make fun of him! How typical! He grips harder at Miyuki’s shoulders, shouting louder and louder the longer that Miyuki laughs. The embarrassed flush doesn’t seem to want to leave his face either.
“Okay okay,” Miyuki wheezes, grabbing at Eijun’s wrist to signal for him to stop. Eijun obliges, but not before shoving at Miyuki one last time in annoyance. He grumbles insults under his breath, but he can’t move away, not with Miyuki’s hand on his wrist. He smiles at Eijun, but it’s a little soft around the edges, and it has Eijun’s flush flaring up even more.
Stupid pretty boy alpha catcher!
“When have you ever cared about the small details like that anyways? Aren’t you always reading those manga with romances that defy all the odds?” Miyuki lowers Eijun’s wrist onto the bed, enough to tangle their fingers properly together. What the hell? When did he get so smooth?! “Wasn’t our battery at Seidou, our entire team, enough to prove to you that we can do anything as long as we commit?”
Eijun presses his lips together, pinching his eyebrows until there’s a headache blooming behind his eyes. Because if he doesn't, he will burst into tears.
Miyuki looks down at their fingers, and the movement has his glasses slipping down his nose. “I’m still waiting for you, you know. I didn’t expect for you to go to university, but I also didn’t expect for you to continuously seek me out either. That first year we were apart was,” Miyuki pauses, and he can feel Miyuki’s fingers twitching, “all you. So I, if it’s, I—”
Eijun bursts into tears.
Miyuki snaps his head up at him in a panic, and Eijun furiously wipes at his eyes with his sleeves, sniffling heavily. “You’re stupid! Stupid tanuki!”
Eijun leans forward, until he’s pressing his forehead into the junction of Miyuki’s shoulder. The tears are short-lived, because it was mainly just a violent rush of emotion, but he continues to sniff quietly afterwards.
“I’ve been waiting,” Eijun murmurs, letting out a shuddering breath. “You couldn’t have said that earlier?”
Miyuki chuckles, moving his other hand closer to Eijun’s waist, but not quite daring to touch yet. “My bad.”
“At least apologize properly!”
Miyuki swallows, and Eijun can hear it, feeling Miyuki’s flushed skin heat up even further under his forehead. “I’m…sorry.”
And it sounds absolutely pathetic.
Eijun laughs. How can a man who’s been praised by almost every single news outlet still active, and able to do everything that a person requires to be independent like cooking or cleaning or paying bills, be so terrible at doing something so simple as apologizing? Was it a pride thing? Or was Miyuki actually that awkward?
“Hey.” Miyuki wraps his arms around Eijun and presses him up against the hard lines of his own body. A poor attempt at forcing Eijun to stop his laughing, because the action only makes Eijun laugh harder, high off the elation that swims through his veins. “I’m serious. I don’t care about biology, and I don’t care if you don’t have the stamina. I’ll be satisfied either way. I already have been.”
What is with Miyuki, being so honest today?
Eijun slowly lets his laughs die in his throat, replaced by a soft smile crossing his lips. He turns his nose into Miyuki’s neck, pressing up against where his scent gland is. He wishes his sense of smell was better, because alphas and omegas could properly scent each other, while a beta’s sense of smell was extremely dull. Outside of Miyuki’s natural scent, or the scent of his soap and shampoo, Eijun’s nose couldn’t make anything out.
“Okay.” Eijun lifts his head, smiling at Miyuki. “I’ll be your rut partner.”
Miyuki pouts. “Just that?”
“And your future, permanent battery partner!”
“Cheeky.” Miyuki grabs at his cheek, pulling at it, while Eijun wails. “But still, only that too?”
“Why don’t you say it then?!”
Miyuki vindictively pulls at his other cheek, and Eijun cries louder, squeezing his eyes shut in pain. “Brat.”
“Fine!” Eijun shouts, as best as he can with both of his cheeks stretched out. “Boyfriend too!”
Miyuki finally lets go of his cheeks, and Eijun glares at him, watching as the satisfied smile spreads across Miyuki’s lips. “Good. You might want to leave now though. That wrestling move and the pain from my arm stopped the wave from before, but it’ll probably be back soon.”
Eijun gapes at him. “But I just said I would be your rut partner!”
Miyuki blinks at him, clearly taken aback. “But we just…”
Eijun quickly moves to take off his shirt. “You can’t take it back now!” He throws the shirt onto the floor, jerking forward to push Miyuki down onto his back and straddle his hips.
Eijun glares resolutely down at him, watching as a light flush blooms across Miyuki’s cheeks. Miyuki’s lips are parted, and his eyes are widened, showing off just how wide his pupils have dilated, staring up at Eijun. It makes Eijun’s stomach flutter with pride, because Eijun is doing this. He has Miyuki’s attention, all to himself. Him, and no one else.
“Don’t regret your words, Miyuki Kazuya,” Eijun murmurs, tilting his head down.
But Miyuki is the one who yanks him down all the way, slotting their lips together in a frenzied rush. Eijun lets out a soft exhale through his nose, tilting his head with Miyuki’s fingers tangling into his hair, and drowns.
Eijun groans, feeling impatient fingers push their way into his hole beside his own, involuntarily stretching him wider. The hand that he’s using to push himself up slips, and he falls onto his face, spreading his knees wider, digging his toes into the sheets. “S-slow down!”
He’s only met with a pair of teeth sinking into his shoulder, the fingers inside him wriggling. Eijun’s own fingers are forced out, leaving only Miyuki’s to slide in and out of him, pressing and rubbing against his walls.
Eijun moans, fisting his hands—one dry, one covered in copious amounts of synthetic omega slick—into the sheets as Miyuki pants into his ear.
“I can’t,” Miyuki rasps, digging his fingers in deeper and brushing against the bundle of nerves that has Eijun keening. Miyuki smirks against his ear, and presses down on it again, just to hear Eijun crying out again. “If I lose control in a bit, then you won’t have any time to stretch at all.”
Eijun knows. But this is still going too fast. Miyuki’s not giving him enough time to adjust, especially when it’s his first time doing this.
Miyuki suddenly moves away from him, taking his warmth with him, and it has Eijun whining, lifting his head to look behind him. Miyuki keeps his fingers inside of him, but he smiles at Eijun, pressing a kiss into the hollow of his back.
“While I’m still lucid,” Miyuki breathes into his skin. Slowly, he pulls his fingers out of Eijun’s hole, keeping them spread, and Eijun can feel the drag of it. He lowers his head, biting his lip.
Until he feels Miyuki pulling his cheeks apart, lapping a stripe up his throbbing rim. Eijun stiffens, whipping his head around.
“Miyuki—!”
“It’s fine isn’t it?” Miyuki mouths against him, pushing his tongue past the rim. Eijun’s breath hitches, snaking a hand down to grab at his erection. “You cleaned beforehand.”
“It’s still—!” Eijun protests, wrapping his fingers around his dick and squeezing, only to have his hand slapped away. Eijun fists his left hand into Miyuki’s pillow, feeling Miyuki grab at his other hand and twisting it behind his back.
“No touching,” Miyuki warns. Threatens, as he pulls away slightly. He chuckles darkly, digging his thumb into Eijun’s hole to pull it open. He pushes his tongue back in, wriggling and sucking, occasionally pulling out to lap at him.
Eijun mewls, flexing the fingers of the hand in Miyuki’s hold. He couldn’t even loosen it, and when he looks down, he can see his precum leaking onto Miyuki’s sheets. “M-Miyuki.”
“It’s sweet,” Miyuki murmurs against him, biting at one of cheeks. Eijun knows that he’s referring to the artificial slick, but it still has his breath stuttering.
Miyuki pulls away, quickly replacing his tongue with his fingers and climbing back up to Eijun’s ear. He keeps Eijun’s arm pinned. Three fingers, but Eijun can feel the insertion of a fourth one, one that has his rim burning, and he cries out.
Too fast! He won’t—he won’t be able to—!
“You’re just like a pretty omega,” Miyuki breathes into his ear. Delighted, swimming in twisted mirth. Eijun widens his eyes, turning his head to meet Miyuki’s eyes. Still amber, but a shade darker, ringed with red.
An alpha.
He crooks his fingers, rubbing against his prostate, and Eijun keens, arching his chest into the mattress. His thighs tremble from beneath him, struggling to hold up his weight.
“Mine,” Miyuki commands into his ear, before he lets go of Eijun’s arm and slips his fingers out.
Eijun feels his hole fluttering at the sudden emptiness, before his rim is stretching again, accommodating the head of Miyuki’s cock. Eijun widens his eyes, pushing himself up onto his elbows while Miyuki slowly pushes himself in, breaching him.
It’s still too big. Even with all those fingers inside him, this still felt too big.
“Miyuki,” Eijun gasps, his voice breaking. He squeezes his eyes shut, feeling Miyuki dig his fingers into his waist, hard enough to bruise.
Eijun knows that they’ll bruise, especially when Miyuki uses his grip as leverage to ram himself the rest of the way in, not even giving Eijun enough time to adjust to the girth of it. Eijun lets out a strangled cry, tears springing in his eyes from the stretch. He can’t, he really can’t! Miyuki’s inside him now, but it burns.
If he moves, Eijun will break!
“Miyuki! Miyuki!” Eijun cries, a garbled noise escaping his throat when he feels Miyuki pulling out until only his tip is left. “I take it back! I can’t! I can’t, I’ll break!”
“My omega won’t break.” Miyuki leans forward, slowly thrusting himself back in as he nibbles at Eijun’s neck, scraping his teeth against his scent gland. “You’re strong aren’t you?” Miyuki purrs, before his voice drops, “Strong enough to carry all my pups.”
Eijun shivers, gasping and moaning when Miyuki thrusts in and out of him again, stretching him as wide as he could go. At least he does it at a slower pace, in consideration of Eijun and his begs. Tears cling to Eijun’s eyelashes, his arms trembling under his weight as Miyuki pounds into him, speeding up slightly with every thrust.
It’s too much. Eijun buries his face into Miyuki’s pillows, inhaling the scent of his shampoo as he drools onto the fabric. He can’t get pregnant, but maybe he should’ve been an omega. Maybe then he would still be able to take all this pleasure, but not feel like he’s breaking under all of it.
Miyuki groans from above him, drowned out by Eijun’s high moans and whimpers. He keeps thrusting into him, faster and faster, until Eijun is squeezing his eyes shut with a loud shout and spilling onto the sheets. Miyuki follows after him, stuttering his hips with a grunt before Eijun feels something warm spill into him.
Eijun gasps, widening his eyes. A condom! Miyuki never—!
But Miyuki doesn’t give him the chance to say anything, only moving to continue his thrusts even after he just came. Eijun can feel Miyuki’s cock twitching inside him, and it has his face flushing even further, squeezing his eyes shut again with a low moan.
Miyuki pants heavily from above him, occasionally letting out a loud groan, keeping a vice-like grip on Eijun’s waist.
Eijun reaches his fingers down, past his cock because he knows Miyuki would just get angry again, and gingerly touches around his rim, feeling Miyuki’s slick cock slide against his fingers with every thrust. Miyuki’s cum dribbles out of him with each snap of his hips, Eijun can feel it against his fingers.
Eijun swallows heavily at the feeling, swallowing his moan, and drops his hand, wiping them against the sheets.
He squeezes his eyes shut, and takes everything Miyuki has to offer him, including the hard bites and light nips that Miyuki marks into his shoulders and back, into his neck, until his skin prickles.
Eijun is forced over the edge twice before Miyuki pauses, spilling into him a grand total of three times, before he grabs at Eijun’s shoulder and flips him onto his back. He takes his cock out for the brief second of the position change, before he stuffs himself back into Eijun’s overused and overflowing hole, abusing it at the same rapid pace he had set before.
Eijun heaves, rolling his eyes to the back of his head as Miyuki grabs at his wrist again, digging his other hand back into Eijun’s waist.
Eijun’s dick hurts, even when he had barely touched it, and his rim hurts even more, throbbing from the overstimulation. He doesn’t even want to know how his back and hips will feel in a few hours. This was an alpha’s stamina? Eijun feels like he’s dying. His last orgasm had been a dry one. How can Miyuki still have more to give?
“Miyuki-senpai,” Eijun moans, feeling the tip of Miyuki’s cock press against the base of his stomach, rubbing against him. Something catches on Eijun’s rim briefly, and he chokes, listening to Miyuki’s chuckle of amusement.
Miyuki leans forward to kiss him, slowing his thrusts. Eijun parts his mouth, not even bothering to close his eyes in his delirium. His vision was blurry anyways, it’s not like he could even see. He could only feel, feel Miyuki’s cock slowly dragging out of him, dragging against his throbbing rim, feel Miyuki’s tongue intertwining with his own, dripping saliva into his mouth.
Eijun wraps his other arm around Miyuki’s neck, pulling him closer. They weren’t even kissing anymore, it was just Miyuki sliding his parted mouth against Eijun’s, licking into him.
Miyuki snaps his hips forward, and Eijun feels the bulging thing breach him again. Not all the way, but enough to stretch his rim even further, sending pinpricks of pain up his spine. He sobs, arching his back, and Miyuki mouths at his jaw.
His knot.
“My pretty omega,” Miyuki coos into his ear. “How many pups do you want? Keep everything in this time, okay?”
Of course, how could Eijun forget?
Miyuki sucks a bruising mark high onto Eijun’s neck, in a place that he wouldn’t be able to hide with a collar. He smirks into Eijun’s skin, licking at the mark possessively. “I’ll breed you well.”
He straightens up and pulls out again, only to thrust back in, this time lodging the knot even further into Eijun, stretching him even further, before Miyuki continues to repeat the movement. Eijun widens his eyes, choking on his sobs.
He’ll break. He really will this time. He should’ve remembered, he’s not an omega. He can’t take this!
“No no,” Eijun gasps, twisting his fingers into the pillow underneath his head. His other wrist—his right one, because apparently Miyuki was still conscious enough to differentiate between his hands but not Eijun’s words—remains tightly clamped in Miyuki’s hand.
Eijun’s toes curl when the other’s knot catches on his rim for the nth time, teasing him. Tears cling to his eyelashes, and no amount of blinking helps him dispel them. Miyuki leans over him, bringing Eijun’s wrist up to his lips and licking at it.
“Smells good,” Miyuki murmurs, voice hoarse. Eijun just knows that Miyuki is delirious, because beta’s scents are extremely mild. How can Miyuki smell anything off of him. Miyuki’s eyes flash a dull red, sinking his teeth into the meat of Eijun’s palm. “Mine.”
He thrusts into him again, but this time, he doesn’t pull out. Eijun aches.
Eijun keens, throwing his arm over his eyes. “It won’t fit!” He whines, but it gets cut off when he feels the knot forcing its way past his overly stretched rim. He chokes, bringing his hand down to palm at his stomach.
It was bulging. He looks up at Miyuki desperately. Maybe he can ask Miyuki to reconsider. Alphas don’t need to necessarily knot someone right? They can just cum a couple times and be done with it right? And then the cycle repeats?
But Miyuki only smirks at him, licking his lips and bringing a hand up to sweep his bangs back. Before he slams his hips home, forcing the knot the rest of the way in. He can feel Miyuki’s cock twitching again, past all the pain, flooding his insides with his final batch of cum for this round.
Eijun screams at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking with pain and pinprick pleasure. He feels a few droplets of cum dribbling out. Some of it must’ve escaped while Miyuki was plugging him up, but he can feel most of it still inside him, warm and thick. His dick twitches pitifully against his stomach, half hard and completely spent.
He’s crying. It hurts. His body isn’t physically built for this. Even if he’d wanted to help Miyuki, he didn’t think that it would ever go this far.
“Shh,” Miyuki soothes, bending over to kiss Eijun’s tears away. He noses his way to Eijun’s ear, kissing the base of it softly, before moving to the slightly stinging hickey he had sucked into Eijun’s skin before. He licks over the area, nibbling gently on the skin.
He finally lets go of Eijun’s wrist, and instead rubs his hands up and down Eijun’s sides, rubbing soothing circles with his thumbs into Eijun’s hips.
“You’re so pretty,” Miyuki praises into his skin, and it has Eijun keening, mind half blank and reeling. Praise. It was praise. Eijun could take praise. “Mine. Only mine.”
He cranes his neck to reach Eijun’s scent gland, licking gingerly at it. Eijun pants heavily, loosely bringing his arms up to Miyuki’s shoulders, trailing his trembling fingers up Miyuki’s back. And then Miyuki sinks his teeth into him, breaking through the skin.
Eijun cries out one last time, in both pain and pleasure, before he blacks out altogether.
“I already told you that I can’t mate with you!” Eijun shouts. There’s a bandage stuck onto his neck, right where Miyuki had bitten him. It would’ve been a mating mark, if Eijun was an omega. But as it stands now, it’s just an assault wound! (“Why would you call it that,” Miyuki deadpans at him.) “Why would you still attempt it!”
“How are you still so loud even after a whole day in bed?” Miyuki grumbles, burying his face into the back of Eijun’s neck. His arms stay loosely wrapped around Eijun’s waist, a place that still throbs from how hard Miyuki had gripped at him. “And it’s not like I can control it. It’s…biology.”
A muscle in Eijun’s cheek ticks. First of all! Eijun’s entire body hurts. He’s in so much pain right now, he’s not even going to attempt to get up to make them food. Miyuki will have to be in charge of that!
Miyuki looks better at least, better than all the other times that he had locked himself in his room, but since Eijun wasn’t an omega, they’ll have to spend a whole week like this.
Eijun couldn’t even keep up with Miyuki for the whole day, forcing Miyuki to ride out his last two waves either alone or with Eijun’s mouth. How was he going to last four to six more days?! He wasn’t!
Second of all! Because of that! “Don’t use my arguments against me, Miyuki Kazuya! Have consideration for your rut partner, your boyfriend! Who is sacrificing his behind for you!”
“Okay okay.” Miyuki sighs, untangling himself from Eijun to push himself up into a sitting position. “Want anything?”
“Katsudon!”
Miyuki quirks his lip. “Bossy.” Before he leans down to press a chaste kiss to Eijun’s temple. “But alright, anything for my pretty omega.”
Eijun’s face pinks, before he lashes out at him. “Don’t call me that! Just so you know, you can’t leave me for not being an omega in the future!”
Miyuki snickers. “Of course.” He shuffles off the bed, grabbing a random pair of pants from the floor to pull on. “There’s lots of other reasons to leave you for first. Like you’re messy, and you’re loud, and you leave your textbooks everywhere, and you beg me to catch for you even when you’re not on my team, and—“
“Shut up, Miyuki Kazuya! If I wasn’t bedridden, I—!”
Miyuki leans over him and presses his lips against Eijun’s, effectively silencing him. When Miyuki pulls away, he’s staring softly down at Eijun, while Eijun parts his mouth in shock up at him, a dark blush coloring his cheeks.
“I won’t leave you,” Miyuki says, smiling.
Eijun’s heart stutters. It flutters. It soars. It combusts. It—
“So don’t leave, either.” Miyuki smirks at him, before leaving the bedroom. “I’m throwing away your apartment pamphlets, just so you know!”
Eijun sputters from the bed, not even able to move. “My hard work!”
Miyuki waves at him from the door, choosing to leave it open. Eijun only glares at the frame, before he buries himself further into Miyuki’s blankets. He pouts, bringing his hands up to press them against his flaming cheeks.
Before he smiles, stupidly.