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Bachira squirmed in bed, his cheeks flushed, his hair disheveled and sticking to his forehead with sweat. He was burning up like a log in a hearth and his mate was nowhere to be found, nowhere near enough to find comfort. The rational part of his brain, though reduced to no more than a mush at the moment, still worked well enough for him to realize what was going on. He’d wanted to deny it to the last second, shrugging it off as a fever. But there was no denying it now. Not with his face hot as all hell, his mouth pooling with saliva, and his crotch completely slick.
He was in heat. He was an omega in heat, and his alpha was ten thousand kilometers away, a whole ocean apart. He can feel the distance now more than ever, creeping through the windows, eating up his heart. He thought he’d be able to handle this, but Bachira has always been a fool, desperate to be loved, even if it meant he had to sacrifice physical proximity in order to achieve it.
Isagi hadn’t always been away. They’d met in Japan, where they eventually started dating, but even then, their relationship was founded upon fatalistic cement. Since Isagi’s plan never did include staying in the country. He was always meant to go back, and Bachira knew it. He thought he could withstand the months of loneliness by himself. He thought touching himself through video chat was enough, hearing the voice of his alpha, calm and reassuring, telling him he’d be back before he knew it.
Now, he realized with dismay, that maybe it wasn’t enough, and maybe it would never be. Because an omega in heat cannot rest until satisfied.
Bachira hated being in heat. And sincerely, he’s never really appreciated his gene pool. He’s always resented being an omega, and all that it came with. Losing control over his body like this was absolutely embarrassing. He should’ve kept track of his cycle better. He usually did. Bachira, unlike many people’s assumptions, was a very careful person. When he’d first had sex with Isagi, he’d made sure a condom was used; he always kept lube at hand; he took PrEP. And yet, somehow, he’d forgotten to restock his suppressants.
“Hng… Fuck…” Bachira moaned as his body’s temperature kept rising. He felt like he was being roasted alive, in the inside of a furnace. His hands started getting clammy with sweat, and the sheets glued to his body. “I can’t even move, this shit fucking hurts… And fucking Isagi isn’t here.”
He had no choices left. Moving was completely out of question—the slightest movement aroused him, and sent him into stupor. And even if he’d been able to get up and go buy suppressants, everyone knew how to spot an omega in heat. He’d be devoured by stray, hungry alphas as soon as he set foot outside of this apartment.
With a trembling hand, he reached over for his phone, which was on the nightstand. He brought it close to his face, since his vision was now getting blurry, and scrambled for the nearest number to call.
As it turns out, the first number available was none other than from one of his friends he’d met at the bar he worked at, where he’d met most of the people he knew, including Isagi. After dropping out of college to pursue the arts, Bachira had started working part-time as a bartender, while performing on ocasional gigs here and there and producing his own music. He made it work, somehow. His mother had always been supportive of him for pursuing his passions, at least.
“Hello? Bachira?” The voice that came from the other end of the line was rough and hoarse. He sounded as if he’d just woken up, which he probably had. He’d probably just come home from work. Bachira would’ve felt bad for waking him up if not for the fact that he was literally burning alive.
“Rin, I—” He swallowed, trying to ease the dryness of his throat. “I need you.”
“What? It’s fucking two in the morning, what would you need me for right now?”
Bachira didn’t think, as he spoke. His mind was starting to cloud, the familiar haziness setting in. “Isagi’s not here and I’m dying and I need somebody to come fix me!”
“What do you mean Isagi’s not there? Where is he?”
“Who fucking cares? He left me! For some stupid busieness trip and I’m fucking frying alive and I need somebody to come fix it or I’ll die, seriously, Rin!” He whined, tears prickling the corners of his eyes. “I… I think I’m in heat.”
“No fucking shit, Sherlock.” Rin sighed. “I’m coming over right now, wait for me.”
Bachira felt like he could breathe again, if only for the knowledge that he wasn’t going to be alone soon. He curled up on the bed, and tried to breathe, hoping the fever would at least go down a bit before Rin arrived.
The door was unlocked, unsurprisingly. Bachira lived in an apartment in a very safe area, in the one right at the top of the building. It took about five to ten minutes to get to it, walking the stairs. Rin could barely take three steps into the room before he was hit with an overpowering wave of pheromones. He almost fell to his knees.
The smell clogged his nostrils, it swirled around his head, and hardly allowed him to think about anything other than it. It was pineapple. The strongest scent of pineapple he’d ever smelled in his whole goddamn life.
“Bachira?” He called. No answer. Figures.
Rin didn’t know what to make of the situation. He was just here to check on a friend, and make sure Bachira didn’t actually die as he said he would on the call. He was probably exaggerating. An alpha like Isagi would never leave his omega alone to deal with the heat on his own. But as he went further down the place, searching for Bachira, the scent only got stronger.
When he finally arrived at the last room, the master bedroom, he found Bachira sleeping, curled in a fetal position in a make-shift nest of sheets, comforters and pillows.
“Bachira!” He called again. The boy stirred awake, and then, the evidence was clear as day. Everything did indeed point to an omega in heat. His flushed face, the blush going down all the way to his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. The room felt actually hotter than the others, and Rin was, undoubtedly, as his alpha nature dictated, reacting to the pheromones. He felt a familiar arousal settle down in his body, and he willed himself to keep it at bay.
He was about to go to the kitchen for a glass of water and an ice packet, but Bachira realized what was happening before he could move away from the bed and took hold of his arm. “Rin! Please! Stay with me,” He pleaded.
“I—No, Bachira, you need help.”
“Yes, thank you, Mr. Obvious.”
“No, I’m serious. You need actual help” Rin said, as he pried the sticky omega off of his arm. “I’m gonna go get a glass of water and your suppressants.”
“Rin, please!” Bachira cried. “That won’t be enough!”
The boy was two seconds away from crying. Rin sighed deeply, before smoothing out the bridge of his nose with his fingers. “Fine, I won’t go. Just tell me what you need.”
The room grew thick with silence, as a wicked smile drew itself on Bachira’s face. He licked his pretty pink lips, before answering. “I need you to fuck me.”
He stilled for a second, Rin’s arousal only heightened. “I’m sorry, what?!”
“I need you to fuck me, okay? Do you know how to fuck or do I need to call someone else?”
“What—I—Of course I know how to fuck!”
“Then why are you still with your clothes on? Hurry up, or I swear the heat will fucking kill me.”
You are going to get me killed, Rin thought. “I can’t! You have a boyfriend! A mate! I’m not your alpha.”
“Well my fucking alpha’s not here, so…” Bachira stripped off his clothes clumsily, because the sweat had made them wet and sticky. He tore off his shirt, and got out of his shorts. His body was slender and speckled around with pink blush. His nipples were hard, like two peach-colored buttons. Rin gulped. “You might as well take his place.”
“I…” Rin weighed down his options. On one hand, Isagi would most definitely try to kill him or get him killed if he ever found out he’d gotten down with his omega. On the other, he’d been, secretly, wanting to fuck this pretty omega that’s in front of him ever since he had first seen him come into the bar. He’d be an idiot to fuck a mated omega, but he’d be an even bigger idiot if he turned down the offer to do it, and, well, he did want to help Bachira.
“Fine. You want me to fuck you?” Rin got up from the bed. Suddenly, he was towering over the small omega, his length throbbing with anticipation.
Bachira moved his head up and down, enthusiastically. A bit of drool was coming out the corner of his mouth. Rin leaned down, grabbed his cheeks with a little bit more force than necessary, and said in a hushed but crude voice, “Then I’ll fuck you until you won’t be able to come anymore unless it’s on my cock. Not even Isagi’s will be enough after I’m done with you.” He licked the corner of Bachira’s mouth, and threw the boy down on the bed again.
“Take off your panties.”
“Yes, alpha.” He said, as he started moving slowly.
Bachira moved sluggishly, as if his own limbs were heavy to lift. Rin got exasperated at how long it was taking, and in the end, in a swift movement, grabbed the boy by the hips and lifted them up. His hands were long and strong, long enough to almost be able to cover Bachira’s whole waist with his fingers. He wondered if they would fit in his cunt. How deep they would go. Rin took Bachira’s panties off, and stared at his dripping folds, his small dick, hard and flat against his stomach. He was beautiful. He wanted to fuck him, to mark him. The deepest, most primal desires of his being took hold of his alpha nature.
There was no turning back now.
Rin went in, unannounced. He licked Bachira’s cunt, his tongue tracing the omega’s plump lips, wet with slick and now a mixture of saliva as well. Then, he sucked on it, and started to play with the clit only a little bit. An omega in heat could very well come undone by clit play alone, and Rin wasn’t looking to make this quick. Instead, he dragged it out, nice and slow. Rough, as well, because that’s who he was.
He growled when he felt Bachira’s hands come near his own dick, eager to pleasure himself. “Oh no baby, that’s not how we’re gonna do it.”
Rin set Bachira back on the bed, and grabbed his wrists. He pinned the omega’s arms above his own head and kept them there with only one hand. The boy moaned, as Rin’s other hand went down and started opening him up. “God, your cunt’s so fucking wet already, what a good little slut. I don’t think I’ll even need that much lube for when I fuck you with my cock.”
Bachira whined again. “Hng, Rin… Fuck me already, please! I need it.”
“That badly huh?” He thrusted his fingers, harder, faster. Rin could tell he was hitting Bachira’s sweet spot now, by the faces the omega was making. His tongue lolled out of his mouth, his amber eyes rolled into the back of his skull with pleasure. And that fucking smell. His pheromones were driving him mad. “You’re such a greedy whore.”
“Ungh! Rin, please I—fingers are—not enough!” He cried.
Rin removed the hair off of Bachira’s face, that silly fringe that he’d always found tacky and endearing. “There you are. My pretty omega. Such a slut for my cock. Tell me again how much you want me to fuck you.”
Bachira moaned, as Rin’s fingers curved in his pussy. “Use your words, princess.” Rin took his hand off of Bachira’s wrists and stuck his fingers in the omega’s mouth. “Use this slutty mouth of yours.”
“I want—ngh—you to fuck me, God!” Bachira moaned around Rin’s fingers.
“Atta boy.”
He set the omega back in the bed, and took out his fingers, leaving Bachira’s wet cunt slick and opened up enough, his hole craving for more. He hurried to get the lube and put on a condom, less besides fucking Isagi’s mate he accidentally knocked him up… Though he had to say, Rin wasn’t completely against the idea of breeding Bachira. In fact, the mere idea only served one purpose: it turned him on, badly.
Bachira whined. “Ri~in!”
Rin got back on the bed, settling above the omega. “So impatient.”
Bachira was positively impatient, but so was every other omega on Earth caught in their heat, and an unwanted one at that. He kissed Bachira, in a wet sloppy kiss, and licked down his skin, kissing and biting some more. The alpha in him urged him to mark the omega, to make sure other people knew he belonged to him, that he was none other than Rin’s omega. He made sure no crevice or patch of skin was left untouched, unbruised. Soon, Bachira’s body was full of purple and carmine colored flowers, he truly looked like a work of art.
He grabbed Bachira’s ankles, and lifted the boy’s legs up until they were almost at his ears. He looked so pretty like this, folded in half and ready to take him in. “Grab these for me, baby.” He said, and Bachira complied, taking hold of his own legs.
Rin lined himself up with Bachira’s pussy and when he went in, he bottomed out in one fluid motion. “Fuck, your cunt feels so good. Such a good omega. My omega. Bet Isagi’s dick doesn’t feel as good as this.” He started thrusting.
Bachira cried out in pleasure.
As he set a rhythm with his thrusts, slow and steady, Rin started playing with Bachira’s clit with one hand, while teasing his nipples with the other. The omega was more tears and sobs than a person at this point, he was purely enjoying himself. “Rin I—I can feel you in me!” Bachira said, tapping Rin’s arm.
“Oh my God look!” He was pointing at his stomach, and sure enough, Rin had bottomed out so deep, that the outline of his cock could be seen through Bachira’s pale skin. His stomach bulged slightly and the sight only brought Rin closer to the edge.
“You want me to breed you, baby?” Rin thrusted harder, quicker. He was getting so close. “Is that what you want? You’d look so cute filled with my pups.”
Bachira moaned, as he came, squirting all over himself. Rin wasn’t that far behind, taking only a few more thrusts to release himself inside the omega. He made sure to pull out before he could yield to his impulses and knot. He collapsed on the bed beside the boy, both of them panting.
Rin turned to look at Bachira, who looked satisfied but not to the fullest. After all, he was an omega in heat. This could take all night long. All week long even.
“Ready for round two?”
Bachira smiled. “Of course, my alpha.”