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Ango stood outside of his apartment, letting the air of the outdoors fill his senses while a cigarette lingered on his lips. He was never urged to smoke — unless it was a certain time of the month that drove him to the brink. A feeling settling in his stomach that he gnawed on the cigarette in his mouth to tame. To try and control, as he controlled everything else in his life. He sighed, the smoke of a certain cigarette brand filling the space around him. Surrounding him with a scent he wished would infiltrate his lungs and seep into his bloodstream. He could only keep himself sane for a day, more accurately, a few hours after this feeling came to him.
His chest heaved as he turned to go inside his apartment; he couldn't leave any loose ends untied. He wouldn't be home for a while, and he wouldn't be capable of any thought besides the one that began to ring in his ears. The one that spurred him to pick up spare keys to Oda's apartment; he was eternally grateful for the gift. It was only after he nearly pounded Oda's door down that he earned them, but that was neither here nor there. His only warning was a simple message that Oda never read, but if the ginger had seen it he'd know what was coming. Ango hated abbreviations, and this was the only time a message reading 'otw' would be sent to his phone.
• • •
Oda sat peacefully on his couch. He had a notebook open as he idly wrote ideas; his novel wasn't coming along well, but it was coming along nonetheless. He had tucked his kids in goodnight at the curry shop, but he returned to his small apartment alone as usual. The night was the same as any other. His life had seemed to come to an idle pause. After the life he lived, it was always a mystery as to how nights could be so simple. His phone buzzed, but he didn't care to check. He told the kids to call him if they seriously needed anything. They couldn't even access any phone besides a landline. The Port Mafia couldn't bother him when he was off work; maybe he should've cared more about his work obligations, but when he wrote, the world seemed to halt around him. It was so calm, so beautiful, so-
The sound of keys jingling in the distance and heavy footsteps started to creep towards his door. He grabbed his gun, which he had set on his coffee table. He wouldn't shoot, but being in the Mafia meant that he needed to be prepared, keenly tuned in, waiting for the moment his ability would kick in. The minute that the door would fly open, he would face whoever came to his door. Though that moment never came, all that could be heard was the loud huff of somebody's breath as they struggled to fit keys into the keyhole. Oda looked over at the calendar he hung in the living room, how could he have ever forgotten? The doorknob finally turned, and the door swung open. If Ango had opened it with any more intensity, it would've flown off the hinges, but the only noise was a loud bang as it hit the doorstop. He was a mess, Oda wondered how long he was like this. His face was flushed a deep red, his hair was messy, his clothes were all wrinkled, and his eyes were hungry.
"Sorry." Ango muttered, making a pathetic attempt to close the door and lock it without shaking. His whole body was jittering. Oda eyed him up and down, he knew this version of Ango too well. The version of his lover that made him neatly tuck his notebook and gun away into a nearby drawer. He stood up, his quiet night suddenly becoming full of the noise of Ango's panting as he tried to gain some semblance of composure.
"It's fine. Don't worry about it, dear." Oda drew out the last syllable, letting his voice drop lower than he usually kept it. The black-haired man didn't dare to turn around; he couldn't. He couldn't trust himself not to launch himself onto his mate. He needed to wait. Wait for the permission to lose his mind more than he already had. The last bits of his composure leaving his body as a weight pressed against him. Ango looked behind him, blue eyes meeting his own and taking the breath out of his lungs. Something snapped, he pushed Oda back and turned around. He gripped onto Oda's shoulders and dragged him in, pressing his lips against his partners. He was only a bit shorter than Oda, but he felt like he had to pull him down to deepen the kiss. He couldn't care about being proper or anything else of the sort. He just wanted more. Like an animal hunting down his prey, he pushed and shoved Oda down the hallway of his apartment. Only stopping when he found furniture to sit down on, straddling the ginger, and finally pulling himself away. Gasping for breath that he hadn't taken since he turned around.
He stared for a second; his red-haired mate had already begun to flush red, the scent of cigarettes that clung to them both filling the air alongside the heat of their bodies. He began to pull off his clothes, taking the wrinkled shirt and pants he had put on in a rush off. Nearly tearing the fabric as he struggled, he stood up for the littlest amount of time it took for him to strip fully. It was too hot for him to have anything on. He sighed with relief as the cool air of the apartment touched his bare skin, though it wasn't long before Oda had begun to grab at him. Pulling on his waist and bringing him in closer, letting his lips kiss and bite at every inch of skin on Ango's neck that he could find. Holding himself in one place just long enough to take in Ango's scent, just enough to mark his own. He could feel Ango's ribs jutting out, pulling his nails down them just to ensure that there would be enough of his skin tainted. Ango gasped, his voice hitching up as he felt Oda grow harder under him.
"Oda, please, just not all at once." He moaned out. It was already unbearable, he was already pressing all of his body against Oda. Hopelessly rutting against his stomach and down into his lap for anything more than the teasing feeling of hands and lips exploring him fully. His lover chuckled a bit, a small sadistic laugh as he moved his way to Ango's chest. He pressed a kiss to Ango's nipple before sucking hard. Ango yelped, arching his back further and leaning the rest of himself forwards.
The feeling of teeth grazing him and the heat of Oda's mouth taking over him. He wanted to hold on, he couldn't let himself go so soon, but as Oda slid his hands further down he found it hard to resist. He finally let go from the bite, watching as Ango's nipple turned a darker shade of red. He smiled at his own work, and he glanced up. His eyes were already nearly shut, his head tossed back in the pleasure that had already managed to overwhelm him. Their exchanges were wordless. They had done this dance so many times before, he knew what Ango wanted more than he knew himself. He moved to pull his partner further onto his lap, as if it was even possible for the two to become any closer than they were. His lap was a mess of both his own pre-cum and Ango's slick, but he couldn't care less. He wanted nothing more than to release himself, but he also wanted nothing more than to watch Ango writhe under him. He sighed, hoisting him up as he stood from the couch.
Ango whined from the feeling of being moved, but Oda leaned in for a kiss and he was satiated once more. The two interlocking lips and exploring each inch of each other's mouths as if they never had before. He bit Ango's lower lip, drawing out another noise from him. The redhead couldn't help himself; seeing the man who had built his life around composure fall from grace and crumble within his arms made him want nothing more than to draw out every noise possible. He clumsily worked his way to the bedroom, ensuring that he didn't hit anything on his way, even though he was very distracted by the disheveled man he carried. When they finally reached the bed, he lightly tossed Ango onto it. Causing him to let out another pathetic whine, looking up through half-lidded eyes to his lover who was now hurriedly taking off his own clothes. Oda struggled with his belt and the button of his pants, too hazed with the sight of his beautiful lover in his peripheral vision but still too clear-headed to rip his clothes to shreds.
"Oda...come back. I need you more." Ango groaned, spreading his legs apart and resting his arms clumsily above his bed. His glasses had fallen off somewhere on his trip, but he could care less about his blurry vision. All he knew was that Oda's scent clung to the pillows, and the form of his body was coming more into view.
"Sorry darling, I had to get my clothes off." Oda apologized, climbing onto the bed and kissing Ango to atone. He only intended for a small peck, but the black-haired man wrapped his arms around Oda's neck and he was pulled further into the kiss again. The two could've stayed like that for eternity, but he forced himself against Ango's grip to sit upright. He glanced down, Ango's cock leaking and his hole twitching with anticipation.
He used one hand to slowly work his way down Ango's body. Ensuring that he memorized each divot and muscle — even though he probably already had them all memorized from their many escapades. He loosely gripped Ango's dick, teasingly stroking it and feeling as the black-haired man jutted his hip forwards to meet his hand. Their breaths beginning to sync together as he kept pushing Ango closer and closer to the edge. Feeling the sputtering of Ango's hips as he struggled to keep his very last bit of composure. Ango's moans become more desperate, lacking all form and meaning and becoming just noise in the room. Oda knew him too well, knew him just enough to let go before he reached his climax.
"Oda, more. You have to give me more." Ango's tone became demanding for the first time of the night. Oda just smiled, planting a soft kiss to Ango's lips.
"You'll get everything you want if you're patient." Oda muttered. Moving his now free hand down to Ango's hole, and feeling the slick that had begun to permeate his sheets. He was gentle, slowly pushing in one finger and feeling his boyfriend's breath hitch as he pushed it in further. He knew that the man under him could handle more, but he wanted to be careful. He could never be too gentle; he didn't want to break his perfect lover, the man of his dreams. Though, he could always be rougher.
Once he had one finger in, he quickly followed with a second. Ango's voice echoing off the walls as he begged and pleaded for more. Oda just kissed his neck, a small assurance that he didn't need to beg for anything and that the person he craved was right there. He slowly began to work Ango open, scissoring his fingers and pushing even deeper inside him. Trying to find the sweet spot he knew too well, only taking mere moments before Ango yelled out in pleasure. He grinned to himself, pressing his fingers hard into Ango's prostate. After all of the teasing that his mate had done, he finally reached his wits end. The feeling of Oda's thick fingers pressing into him drove him over the edge. He pressed himself further down as he came. Breathlessly moaning as Oda continued to finger him, working him through his first orgasm of the night. It only made him more ravenous, barely doing anything about his erection but rather making him more desperate.
The two were almost fully intertwined, their skin pressing against each other. He pulled his fingers out, eliciting a wanton moan from his partner. He had fully prepared Ango, finally paying attention to his own member. He stroked it a few times, groaning from the stimulation he had deprived himself of. He positioned himself in front of Ango's hole and thrust in. Finally, letting out a moan as he felt his lover around him. The smaller man wrapping his arms around the man on top of him, pulling him closer, and roughly kissing him. Oda was slow and deliberate, feeling for the shifts in Ango's grip as he thrust in again. It didn't take him long before he had positioned himself perfectly to hit his lover's sweet spot with every thrust. His moans had lost all sense of reason long ago, but now they were just desperate animalistic growling.
The feeling of being filled and the waves of pleasure that filled his body as he dug his nails into Oda's back was perfect. Everything he had wanted, and the need of his body to be roughly used by his mate, was being satisfied by the second. Oda couldn't help himself, he just wanted to fill every inch of Ango's body with himself. Hell, he would be happy if in their time together he'd melt into his mate and feel only the pleasure of their time together for the rest of his life. Maybe they'd get married, have kids together, and live the perfect life together he dreamed of. He wanted nothing more than to be Ango's everything, and Ango wanted nothing more than to be Oda's. They managed to be the same person in these moments, the same pleasure filling them both. Oda cursed under his breath, he was so close. His hips moving erratically as he tried his best to hold back the climax that had brewing since the moment that Ango walked in his front door. Though, he was nothing more than an animal, rutting into Ango to finally get the release he wanted. He thrust in once more, cumming as he let out a groan. Warmth spreading within his partner as he also reached a similar climax. Digging his nails deep enough to leave marks on his lover's back, covering their stomachs as he finally came down from his release.
They laid together breathless for a moment. Regaining their composure for just a moment before Ango pulled Oda closer.
"We're not done here yet." Ango proclaimed. Oda laughed, he didn't need to be told that during Ango's heat cycle they would go for more than one round.
"Of course not, dear," Oda replied, smiling as he softly kissed his lovers cheek.
"I love you, Ango." He said quietly, nuzzling his neck. Ango smiled back.
"I love you too, Oda." He said, turning to press a kiss to the top of Oda's head; maybe he would let them rest a bit longer before they continued. After all, they had forever.
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Ango tossed and turned in bed. He couldn't remember the last of his heats he didn't go through alone. The smell of cigarettes hanging heavy in his bedroom as he smoked them one after another in an attempt to fill the room with a scent long gone. No matter what he did, he couldn't fill the void within him. A feeling lingered that his soul was a part of someone else that wasn't by his side.
Oda's jackets had stopped smelling like him a long time ago; his mate's spare keys hung next to his own, untouched since the day Ango snuck in to collect some of his belongings. He wondered if maybe he could've done something more, if maybe in their time together him and Oda could've had something certain. The emptiness that spanned across his bed couldn't be filled anymore. Ango sighed, hoping he could fall back asleep to the only place that Oda was still holding him close.