You're in heat, little omega. If you try to go home, someone else is going to snatch you up before you get out of the city – and the longer you wait, the more desperate you'll be for any alpha to claim you.
[ Suguru smiles patiently down at Yuji, scritching affectionately under his chin and behind his ear. ]
Soon, you won't be able to think about anything except finding relief and it won't matter what alpha is there to sate you.
Not everyone is as magnanimous as me, Yuji. [ ... says the cult leader who just had people murdered? ] I just don't want a sweet thing like you to get hurt, you see?
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[ All of this is new, and utterly terrifying to Yuji, not able to do anything but stare at the man in front of him. He’s heard stories, of course, of mating, fucking, biting, but he’s never heard it in the context of this, never linked to the word heat.
Betas didn’t need to know this kind of thing.
Swallowing, licking his lips, he blinks up at him. ]
[ Suguru cards his fingers through Yuji's hair, brushing it away from his forehead. He can practically feel the physical heat baking off of Yuji, as intoxicating as the scent hanging heavy in the air. Suguru's own pheromones are flaring in response, completely unbidden.
One of the dangers of artificial heat induction: alphas are just as susceptible to an omega who goes into heat artificially as one who does so naturally. The effect is the same. ]
Stay here with me and you'll be taken care of. I'll keep you safe, and you'll never have to worry about being left vulnerable ever again.
[ The promise of being taken care of is alluring - Yuji is an orphan, he’s alone in the world, and despite the kidnapping and the horrors he’s being offered sanctuary. It’s hard to turn that down, especially when all his instincts are telling him to comply.
How is he meant to resist it? ]
I don’t want to be alone again.
[ He leans up, seeking out Suguru, his warmth, his scent, feeling overwhelmed by it. ]
[ Suguru rewards Yuji's attentive shift by gently cradling the omega's face in his broad palm, thumb sweeping over his cheekbone as Suguru leans down to him. ]
I know, Yuji. It's your heat.
[ He finds a scent gland on Yuji's neck with his other hand, brushing his fingers along the swollen node again. ]
It's only going to get stronger and more intense the longer you fight your own nature.
[ He frowns, even as the thumb brushes over his skin, softening him, making him feel a little more settled and relaxed. He's a touch petulant with it, grumbling as he wiggles and leans back. ]
[ Suguru doesn't try to yank Yuji back again, but he doesn't retract his hands and just continues the gentle stroking over the scent gland, rubbing little circles in place. ]
You need an alpha.
[ Short, simple, like it's just that easy. ]
The only way to curb the effects is to breed with an alpha, like omegas are meant to.
[ Suguru's hands pull away properly now, and he holds them up, palms out – a gesture of faux-surrender. ]
Then by all means: sit here and wait for it to get worse.
[ As much as Suguru's instincts demand that he grab and take Yuji, whether the omega consents or not, Suguru tames the stronger drive (if not the consistent flow of pheromones).
Dismissive, Suguru rises to his feet, folding both arms into the opposite sleeves of his robe as he smiles down at Yuji. ]
I'm afraid I'm a terribly busy man, little tiger, so I have other matters to attend. Perhaps I'll check on you again in a few hours.
[ The immediate pain he feels makes his body lurch, wobbly as he drops forward to lean palm-flat against the ground. Without Suguru there to anchor him, to touch him, the flare of his heat is all the more obvious, and it begins to burn through him, make his body twitch and his eyes widen with a desperation he can't disguise.
Feeling panicked, all of a sudden, he leans back on his haunches, fingers trembling. ]
[ Suguru says it so cheerfully, like they're talking about Yuji failing a driving exam instead of the potential of pregnancy. ]
Plenty of omegas don't get pregnant in their first heat. And there are... [ Hmmm, how to phrase this... ] ... medical interventions, if you truly want to avoid it.
[ Suguru will make concessions for Yuji, given his age and sheltered upbringing, because he's sure it will make Yuji a better breeder in the long run if he isn't so stressed about the whole process. ]
[ Does that make it better? Not really - this is still a stranger, still someone who has this strange, twisted mindset, and Yuji doesn’t know what he’s meant to do. Nothing and no one had prepared him for this at all, so he’s left… Unsure.
The heat inside of him makes him desperate, though. He’s wet between his legs, cock hardening, and it’s mortifying to try and shift and hide it from the man in front of him.
Blinking up at him with wide, damp eyes, he swallows. ]
[ The scent alone betrays Yuji far more than any attempts he makes to conceal how badly affected he is. It's cute, in Suguru's mind, but ultimately unnecessary.
Suguru shifts his palm to cradle Yuji's face, thumb sweeping with shocking tenderness across the rise of his cheekbone. ]
You have my word, Yuji. Say "yes" to me and no one will ever harm you – including myself.
[ Alphas protect their omegas, after all. (Even if this entire situation is clearly harm. ]
[ Yuji thinks that, really, he shouldn't want this as much as he does, desire curling in his stomach and wet between his legs, but he does. He's yearning for something unfathomable, and remains breathless as he gazes up at the alpha in front of him.
It's too much to resist, with the scent and gentle touch, and he whines softly. ]
[ Suguru waits for Yuji's answer, muscles coiled like a predator primed to pounce. Of course, it's a cruel threat to abandon Yuji in the midst of his first heat with no promise of relief or an outlet; even if Suguru is promising to care for Yuji and protect him, it's all a selfish manipulation, the plucking of strings for a cult leader's means and ends.
And Yuji dances beautifully into Suguru's open palm.
The pleased rumble in Suguru's chest is the immediate praise offered for Yuji's consent. Sweeping forward, Suguru gathers the stocky omega into his arms like he's practically weightless. The movement is steady instead of jolting, guiding instead of domineering; Suguru treats Yuji like he's precious, breakable, as Suguru's nose finds the curve of Yuji's throat, seeking that sweet scent eagerly. ]
[ Yuji yelps as he's lifted into Geto's arms, sinking his arms around his neck and holding onto him with a sudden burst of desire. He knows that he's desperate, that there's a dampness between his legs, his cock is hard, and he wiggles against the older man, breathless as he tilts his head and bares himself.
Let Geto scent his neck, his glands, anything that the man wants. Yuji is a mess in his hands now, wanting nothing more than to fall apart for him, leaning in to nuzzle back as soon as he gets the chance. ]
Geto-sama...
[ His body grinds, rocking into him, wanting, needing him. ]
he's just a fucked up lil gremlin under all the suave
[ Suguru inhales deeply as his nose meets Yuji's flushed skin, a shudder running down his spine on the exhale. Yuji smells so sweet, delicious, intoxicating once Suguru allows himself to sink into the haze of hormones. ]
Such a needy omega~
[ Though there's clearly no shame being assigned in Suguru's tone. He's just messing with Yuji – which is something he frequently does with anyone around long enough to draw his attention. Of course Yuji already has it.
Carrying his squirming armful to the futon, Suguru lowers Yuji down, setting the omega amongst the mass of pillows before finally shifting. He braces himself above Yuji, looking down at the omega as his hair falls messily over his shoulder, almost tickling across Yuji's cheek.
[ Yuji cannot help the way that he groans, shivering with want as he sinks closer into Suguru's body, chasing the heady, overpowering scent of him. He's never smelled an alpha like this before, and he can feel the way his body reacts, getting all the hotter out of want and desire.
Breathless, he nods his head, licking his lips a little even as he wiggles, embarrassed and shy. ]
I - I don't know what else to do, not when you smell so good...
[ Leaning back, he gazes up at Suguru with a blush, licking his lips. ]
Devour... [ He nods. ] I... I want to feel it, Geto-sama. It's so hot, I feel so...
[ Suguru coos with faux-sympathy, stroking his hand along Yuji's side through the light fabric of his kimono. The slight tent from the omega's cock is undeniable, but it's the damp slick that Suguru can smell. It fills his senses, already overriding so much of his casual mask.
He presses a kiss to the corner of Yuji's mouth, but he's quick to draw away and deny Yuji a true kiss, rising to his feet again and looking down at the omega on Suguru's futon. ]
Why don't you show me where, Yuji? Let alpha see where you need him.
[ At first blush, it may seem like Suguru is pulling away just to taunt Yuji, but his hands are making quick work of his kesa, abandoning the gojo-patterned fabric in a heap on the floor. His obi and jikitotsu follow, but, unfortunately for him, his facade requires effort to remove. ]
[ Yuji has never felt desire like this before. He's been horny, of course, he's a teenager still, but it's never been such an overwhelming, overpowering desire. It's as if he needs someone to touch him, as if he might die if there aren't hands and fingers exploring him as the minutes pass by, and it's a little frightening to think about.
He doesn't like the notion of being so vulnerable, but... ]
Where?
[ Swallowing, he looks down at the light robe covering his features and tugs at the obi, letting it fall away so he is bare. Legs open shyly, and he wiggles, embarrassed. ]
Down here...
he's like a pretty-but-poisonous flower: colorful and exciting to pull u in
[ Suguru watches Yuji with rapt attention, unwilling to pull his gaze from the beautiful unveiling of the omega's body. Yuji is more muscular than Suguru was expecting, all fine lines and planes of flesh, strong and vulnerable in one swoop – and that's just as intoxicating as the hormones promising a delicious treat to every one of Suguru's senses.
Layers left to abandon, Suguru drops the final fabric into the puddle on the floor, licking his lips against the involuntary salivation. He can't wait to touch Yuji, to taste him, to claim him. Suguru moves so quickly that he's nearly a blur – standing beside the futon one moment, hovering above Yuji again in the blink of an eye. He's just as bare as Yuji, cock flushed red with need and hard as steel, but he's not a beast. Suguru intends to keep his promise, that he won't hurt Yuji or do anything the omega doesn't want.
(Convincing Yuji that he wants something is, however, completely fair game.)
Reaching out to glide his fingers across the side of Yuji's face, Suguru smiles down at him with that disarmingly sweet curl at the corners. ]
Look how good you're already doing. [ Spreading his legs, giving Suguru perfect access to such personal, private parts of his body. ]
I can tell you're going to be a good boy for me, Yuji.
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[ Suguru smiles patiently down at Yuji, scritching affectionately under his chin and behind his ear. ]
Have you never been in heat before?
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[ Yuji can't help the way he leans into the gentle scratch and touch to his skin, almost like a sweet puppy, desperate for approval and affection. ]
No, I've never... Is it that dangerous?
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Soon, you won't be able to think about anything except finding relief and it won't matter what alpha is there to sate you.
Not everyone is as magnanimous as me, Yuji. [ ... says the cult leader who just had people murdered? ] I just don't want a sweet thing like you to get hurt, you see?
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Betas didn’t need to know this kind of thing.
Swallowing, licking his lips, he blinks up at him. ]
What… What’re you going to do…?
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[ Suguru cards his fingers through Yuji's hair, brushing it away from his forehead. He can practically feel the physical heat baking off of Yuji, as intoxicating as the scent hanging heavy in the air. Suguru's own pheromones are flaring in response, completely unbidden.
One of the dangers of artificial heat induction: alphas are just as susceptible to an omega who goes into heat artificially as one who does so naturally. The effect is the same. ]
Stay here with me and you'll be taken care of. I'll keep you safe, and you'll never have to worry about being left vulnerable ever again.
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How is he meant to resist it? ]
I don’t want to be alone again.
[ He leans up, seeking out Suguru, his warmth, his scent, feeling overwhelmed by it. ]
I’m so… It’s so warm in here, I feel…
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I know, Yuji. It's your heat.
[ He finds a scent gland on Yuji's neck with his other hand, brushing his fingers along the swollen node again. ]
It's only going to get stronger and more intense the longer you fight your own nature.
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[ He frowns, even as the thumb brushes over his skin, softening him, making him feel a little more settled and relaxed. He's a touch petulant with it, grumbling as he wiggles and leans back. ]
How do you make it go away?
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You need an alpha.
[ Short, simple, like it's just that easy. ]
The only way to curb the effects is to breed with an alpha, like omegas are meant to.
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[ Eyes widening, he does lean back, tugging his scent gland away from the touch of Suguru's fingers, a sudden flare of panic inside of him.
There's only one thing that could mean. ]
I - no, there's no way! I'm not ready for that, and I don't have a... Boyfriend or anything like that!
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Then by all means: sit here and wait for it to get worse.
[ As much as Suguru's instincts demand that he grab and take Yuji, whether the omega consents or not, Suguru tames the stronger drive (if not the consistent flow of pheromones).
Dismissive, Suguru rises to his feet, folding both arms into the opposite sleeves of his robe as he smiles down at Yuji. ]
I'm afraid I'm a terribly busy man, little tiger, so I have other matters to attend. Perhaps I'll check on you again in a few hours.
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[ The immediate pain he feels makes his body lurch, wobbly as he drops forward to lean palm-flat against the ground. Without Suguru there to anchor him, to touch him, the flare of his heat is all the more obvious, and it begins to burn through him, make his body twitch and his eyes widen with a desperation he can't disguise.
Feeling panicked, all of a sudden, he leans back on his haunches, fingers trembling. ]
... What am I supposed to do?
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Just say "yes."
[ Long curtains of black hair fall like a shroud around them as Suguru leans closer. ]
Say "yes," and I'll take care of everything.
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But I don't... I'm not...
[ His stomach knots, and he breathes out weakly. ]
... I don't want to have a baby.
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[ Suguru says it so cheerfully, like they're talking about Yuji failing a driving exam instead of the potential of pregnancy. ]
Plenty of omegas don't get pregnant in their first heat. And there are... [ Hmmm, how to phrase this... ] ... medical interventions, if you truly want to avoid it.
[ Suguru will make concessions for Yuji, given his age and sheltered upbringing, because he's sure it will make Yuji a better breeder in the long run if he isn't so stressed about the whole process. ]
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[ Does that make it better? Not really - this is still a stranger, still someone who has this strange, twisted mindset, and Yuji doesn’t know what he’s meant to do. Nothing and no one had prepared him for this at all, so he’s left… Unsure.
The heat inside of him makes him desperate, though. He’s wet between his legs, cock hardening, and it’s mortifying to try and shift and hide it from the man in front of him.
Blinking up at him with wide, damp eyes, he swallows. ]
You’ll… Take care of me?
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Suguru shifts his palm to cradle Yuji's face, thumb sweeping with shocking tenderness across the rise of his cheekbone. ]
You have my word, Yuji. Say "yes" to me and no one will ever harm you – including myself.
[ Alphas protect their omegas, after all. (Even if this entire situation is clearly harm. ]
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It's too much to resist, with the scent and gentle touch, and he whines softly. ]
... Yes. Please, help me.
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And Yuji dances beautifully into Suguru's open palm.
The pleased rumble in Suguru's chest is the immediate praise offered for Yuji's consent. Sweeping forward, Suguru gathers the stocky omega into his arms like he's practically weightless. The movement is steady instead of jolting, guiding instead of domineering; Suguru treats Yuji like he's precious, breakable, as Suguru's nose finds the curve of Yuji's throat, seeking that sweet scent eagerly. ]
Then I'm going to make you mine, little tiger~
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Let Geto scent his neck, his glands, anything that the man wants. Yuji is a mess in his hands now, wanting nothing more than to fall apart for him, leaning in to nuzzle back as soon as he gets the chance. ]
Geto-sama...
[ His body grinds, rocking into him, wanting, needing him. ]
he's just a fucked up lil gremlin under all the suave
Such a needy omega~
[ Though there's clearly no shame being assigned in Suguru's tone. He's just messing with Yuji – which is something he frequently does with anyone around long enough to draw his attention. Of course Yuji already has it.
Carrying his squirming armful to the futon, Suguru lowers Yuji down, setting the omega amongst the mass of pillows before finally shifting. He braces himself above Yuji, looking down at the omega as his hair falls messily over his shoulder, almost tickling across Yuji's cheek.
Foxlike smile curling, Suguru leans closer, his mouth hovering above Yuji's lips. ]
I'm going to devour you, my little tiger.
kinda hot tho
Breathless, he nods his head, licking his lips a little even as he wiggles, embarrassed and shy. ]
I - I don't know what else to do, not when you smell so good...
[ Leaning back, he gazes up at Suguru with a blush, licking his lips. ]
Devour... [ He nods. ] I... I want to feel it, Geto-sama. It's so hot, I feel so...
[ ... Wet. ]
hot and evil, winning combo
[ Suguru coos with faux-sympathy, stroking his hand along Yuji's side through the light fabric of his kimono. The slight tent from the omega's cock is undeniable, but it's the damp slick that Suguru can smell. It fills his senses, already overriding so much of his casual mask.
He presses a kiss to the corner of Yuji's mouth, but he's quick to draw away and deny Yuji a true kiss, rising to his feet again and looking down at the omega on Suguru's futon. ]
Why don't you show me where, Yuji? Let alpha see where you need him.
[ At first blush, it may seem like Suguru is pulling away just to taunt Yuji, but his hands are making quick work of his kesa, abandoning the gojo-patterned fabric in a heap on the floor. His obi and jikitotsu follow, but, unfortunately for him, his facade requires effort to remove. ]
if evil why so hot
[ Yuji has never felt desire like this before. He's been horny, of course, he's a teenager still, but it's never been such an overwhelming, overpowering desire. It's as if he needs someone to touch him, as if he might die if there aren't hands and fingers exploring him as the minutes pass by, and it's a little frightening to think about.
He doesn't like the notion of being so vulnerable, but... ]
Where?
[ Swallowing, he looks down at the light robe covering his features and tugs at the obi, letting it fall away so he is bare. Legs open shyly, and he wiggles, embarrassed. ]
Down here...
he's like a pretty-but-poisonous flower: colorful and exciting to pull u in
Layers left to abandon, Suguru drops the final fabric into the puddle on the floor, licking his lips against the involuntary salivation. He can't wait to touch Yuji, to taste him, to claim him. Suguru moves so quickly that he's nearly a blur – standing beside the futon one moment, hovering above Yuji again in the blink of an eye. He's just as bare as Yuji, cock flushed red with need and hard as steel, but he's not a beast. Suguru intends to keep his promise, that he won't hurt Yuji or do anything the omega doesn't want.
(Convincing Yuji that he wants something is, however, completely fair game.)
Reaching out to glide his fingers across the side of Yuji's face, Suguru smiles down at him with that disarmingly sweet curl at the corners. ]
Look how good you're already doing. [ Spreading his legs, giving Suguru perfect access to such personal, private parts of his body. ]
I can tell you're going to be a good boy for me, Yuji.
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