[ Led into a small, dark room, layers of blankets and cushions and pillows decorating a large futon style bed in the centre, all Yuji can feel is an edge of uncertainty and fear as he's pushed down to his knees with a hand on his shoulder, another on the chain around his neck.
This isn't what he had anticipated happening to him when his grandfather had died and some 'relatives' had come to collect him, examining him like he was some kind of wild creature, pushing him into doctor's offices and being checked, blood drawn, hands constantly chained together and a thick, metal collar around his neck. He understands immediately as soon as he hears confirmation from the medical staff that he is an omega, that his designation - something he had never cared about before - had suddenly become worthwhile: he was a gift to be given to someone else.
That's why he's in this room.
The end of his chain is tied to something, clipped together so that not even someone with Yuji's ridiculous strength can tug himself free, and he's shoved down so that he's collapsed on the ground in a ball, curled up. He's being given instructions, but he doesn't really pick up on a great deal of them, too busy staring at the bed, feeling himself getting flushed - a mixture of embarrassment tingled with fear, the knowledge of what's to come. He's an omega, left chained up for someone to come and get... Obviously, that'll be an alpha, right?
A tug on his leash and Yuji is jerking up, groaning a little as his eyes close, and something registers in his mind: Be good for Geto-sama, or he'll take it as an insult.
Geto-sama...?
Then there's the press of something into his neck (a needle? He's not sure) and silence.
The men disappear and Yuji is instructed to keep his head bowed, no matter what, so that's what he does. He stares at the ground, his own hands, the silken fabric of the bed, until he hears a door creak open from the opposite side. His entire body tenses, but he doesn't dare look up, just in case, trying his best to not make a single sound. He feels warm, flustered, but he doesn't know what to do other than stay here and wait to be told what is going to happen to him now. Perhaps this is the infamous Geto-sama...? ]
[ Power is a funny thing. Granted to some, sought by others, wielded by few – and Suguru is one of the few. His notoriety comes from his radical ideas and how shamelessly he spreads them. For centuries, alphas have been considered mighty, leaders and warriors, but in modern society, they've been deemed dangerous, things to be feared and controlled and suppressed. They occur so rarely, but they're born different. More. Stronger, faster, drawn to power and unafraid to seize it – and the world fears them for it. Alphas are considered violent or valuable, and though times have evolved beyond the days of public alpha fighting rings, they're either a commodity or liability. By the same vein, omegas are valuable because in order for an alpha to be born, an alpha must breed with an omega. To create more alphas, an omega is required – and they're as rare if not more so than the former. As oddities among the more common betas, alphas and omegas are allowed to survive amongst the population so long as they remain on suppressants and live relatively normal lives.
Suguru has never cared for the idea that he exists by the mercy of the majority. He's gathered power over time, motivated followers of alphas and omegas alike, even reaching the point where betas are seeking to align themselves with Suguru, to establish their place in the coming new world.
Is it any surprise that a pack of useful monkey betas tried to prove themselves by presenting Suguru with an omega? No, not really. But a common misconception surrounding Suguru's little cult seems to be that omegas have a lower status because of their perceived weakness – when, in reality, Suguru believes there to be a crucial symbiosis between alphas and omegas. An alpha cannot exist without an omega, and therefore, a society of alphas cannot exist without their omega counterparts. Two halves of a whole.
In Suguru's ideal, omegas are revered and protected. Never in positions of power, of course, but the natural desire of an omega to nest and breed is elevated instead of shamed. There should be more alphas in the world, and that doesn't happen without omegas.
So of course the foolish monkeys trying to curry his favor think that dragging an omega to Suguru's home and drugging him will please the cult leader. Ironically, Suguru might have let it slide from other alphas, but since the culprits were just entitled betas desperate to carve a place for themselves in Suguru's new order, he gives a smiling command to Manami to have the men "rewarded" for their efforts. (Their reward comes in the form of other alphas disposing of their bodies later that evening.)
But a gift is a gift and an omega is an omega. Suguru will need a strong cohort of breedable omegas going forward, and while he planned to cultivate his little harem on his own, he can't argue with the convenience of a gift like this.
Suguru smells Yuji before he even returns to his quarters, the strength of the wafting scent making his nose wrinkle. The hormones weren't obvious before, leaving Suguru to assume some sort of artificial heat has been induced. Clever, if unnecessary.
Sliding open the bedroom door, Suguru patiently pads forward to inspect the boy chained to a hardpoint on the ground. Head cocked, his dark eyes sweep over Yuji, his disarming smile curling over his lips. ]
Now aren't you a darling little thing?
[ Suguru purrs with approval as he approaches Yuji until he's standing right in front of him. Lowering to one knee, Suguru reaches out to tuck his fingers under Yuji's chin, coaxing the boy's face upward. ]
[ Yuji can feel as the strange drug begins to work its way through his body.
There's a long stretch of silence after the men leave him be, chained up and waiting in the strange open room, and he's not sure what's going to happen to him. He's aware of his own nature, of being an omega, but his grandfather had never gone into depth about what that meant for him, not when things were far too complicated by his stay at the hospital. They'd thought they had more time, months or even years for Yuji to learn about suppressants, society, the world that he was going to be thrust into, but then...
Then he was gone, and Yuji was left alone.
He doesn't know about being the only thing that can birth more alphas, doesn't know about how precious some people might think he is, doesn't know about how dangerous it is for him to be left alone - all he knows is that he was with his grandfather (a beta, quiet, unassuming) and now he's here, shivering in the cool air of the room, awaiting his fate as strange warmth begins to spread through him.
Skin heated, cheeks warm, he almost slips away into some kind of idle daydream when he hears the door slide open, his head twitching to the side. He can smell the man before he sees him, a deep, attractive scent, making his eyes flicker a little. There's something powerful about it, something heady, and he shivers as he licks his lips.
What is the feeling...? ]
My name...?
[ His head is tilted, encouraged to look up at him, and Yuji blinks rapidly before he swallows the strange lump in his throat. ]
[ Suguru's fingers trail back and forth along Yuji's jaw, a soothing stroke instead of brutally grabbing at him. He doesn't want Yuji to be terrified (if the omega is even capable of it beneath the drugs). ]
How old are you, Itadori Yuji?
[ Basic details first! He didn't bother listening to the idiot monkeys who brought Yuji to him, and he wants to assess Yuji's current state with some easy questions. ]
[ Yuji's not sure about being cute, but the touch to his skin feels nice, and he leans into it. It does help soothe some of those nerves, and he relaxes just that little bit. His thighs press together at the same time, trying to push away some of those desperate, intense feelings. ]
I'm eighteen.
[ Just out of high school, trying to find a place in the world without his grandfather - and now here, at the mercy of this man, with gentle touches and skin so soft Yuji wants to press his face to it and kiss, lick, bite. ]
[ Eighteen. Still so young, still untainted by the world.
Ready for Suguru to ruin him. ]
My home. Tokyo, more specifically. [ As Yuji leans into the touch, Suguru allows his fingers to travel along his jaw, stroking down his neck, brushing over one of the scent glands practically calling to Suguru. ]
[ Far from Sendai, then. He hadn't really been aware of how much time had passed when he was taken, just knowing that it had been long enough for him to sleep and come back to himself, shaking and afraid in the back of a van, or a car, or something. He's still not really sure how he got here, thanks to the hazy drugs he'd been given.
The touch to his scent glands has him shivering, trying to lean back and pull away. It's sensitive, in a way it's never been before, whimpering a little as he bites the inside of his cheek. He's throbbing between his legs, and he wiggles a little. ]
[ Suguru's free hand is quick to snap out, grabbing the chain attached to Yuji's collar. He isn't rough about yanking the omega forward, but he holds Yuji in place, doesn't let him squirm or lean away. Rather than continue to press at that sensitive spot, his fingers drift up again, returning to the slow and soothing strokes. ]
Most omegas have heard of me, I've found – alphas, too, but that's to be expected. My ideals are perhaps more appealing to alphas.
[ His low voice is smooth as silk, velvety and chocolate. ]
My name is Geto Suguru. And you, Itadori Yuji, belong to me now.
[ Jerking a little, eyes widening, he breathes out a sharp, surprised sound as he's tugged forward again, the chain dragging against his skin and making him wince. It's not as cold as it was before, but it's still a cool press of metal against his sore skin, and he swallows, a prickle of fear running through him. ]
I didn't even know I was an omega until recently.
[ Blinking up at him, his eyes are wide, nervous, unsure. ]
[ It doesn’t make sense to him. How can a person belong to another one? Wasn’t the point of being a person the freedom that comes with it? It’s too much, and Yuji blinks.
The touch feels good on his over heated skin, though, and he chases it, leaning forward. ]
[ Ah, that's a shame. And something Yuji's captors failed to mention, though it doesn't surprise Suguru. Human trafficking isn't uncommon for omegas, far more vulnerable to those with ill intentions, but Suguru doesn't care for it in the slightest.
Makes him feel all the better about his decision to rip off those monkeys' heads. ]
I see. [ More gentle petting, more demonstrations of snippets of tenderness. Suguru is a brutal man at the best of times, but he's also an alpha; he isn't immune to his own instincts to protect omegas. The vulnerability is in itself an evolutionary defense: it triggers an alpha's latent urges. Whether that protection is for the sake of claiming or not is more dependent on the alpha's actual ability to rationalize through hormones, but that's a feature of Suguru's cult, not a bug.
Omegas are protected. (Kept in line, shown their place, but cherished, in the weird ways only alphas are capable.) ]
You would have it much rougher out in the rest of the world. [ Suguru nods sagely. ]
But omegas are safe here. [ ... despite the fact that Yuji has been abandoned in Suguru's bedroom with a chain around his neck.
As if to demonstrate, Suguru reaches into his pocket, producing the key that Yuji's kidnappers handed over. He slides it into the lock, and with a quiet "click," the padlock comes free. ]
[ Despite having been to school, despite having been educated, the understanding of alphas and omegas is minimal, especially in a countryside community like the one Yuji had grown up in. It was seen as the role of parents and guardians to explain things, in the rare circumstance that your child was one or the other - and Yuji's grandfather was a beta.
How was he meant to explain anything, when Yuji presented as an omega so close to his death?
Watching Suguru, he swallows, gaze stuck on him and not able to do anything other than force himself to stay in place. There's a natural instinct to obey, to listen, to pay attention to what he's being told; he doesn't know why, but he feels like he ought to listen.
Omegas are safe here, and the chains are gone, and he slumps a little, shifting his body and adjusting to the newfound freedom. He still feels so warm, and with Suguru so close...
He leans close, tilting his head up, nuzzling at his hand, his wrist - the scent of him, the glands that are there to appeal to him. ]
If I let you go, you might end up somewhere worse. [ Which isn't untrue. Yuji is a teenage omega with no resources in an enormous and dangerous city. That's just asking for trouble. ]
Especially in a state like this.
[ Because he can smell Yuji, so potently. ]
You'll have every alpha in a 50 kilometer radius sniffing after you.
[ He almost pouts, looking up at Suguru with a touch of defiance, a little frustrated at the idea of being forced to stay here when he had been quite literally kidnapped. ]
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. ]
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This isn't what he had anticipated happening to him when his grandfather had died and some 'relatives' had come to collect him, examining him like he was some kind of wild creature, pushing him into doctor's offices and being checked, blood drawn, hands constantly chained together and a thick, metal collar around his neck. He understands immediately as soon as he hears confirmation from the medical staff that he is an omega, that his designation - something he had never cared about before - had suddenly become worthwhile: he was a gift to be given to someone else.
That's why he's in this room.
The end of his chain is tied to something, clipped together so that not even someone with Yuji's ridiculous strength can tug himself free, and he's shoved down so that he's collapsed on the ground in a ball, curled up. He's being given instructions, but he doesn't really pick up on a great deal of them, too busy staring at the bed, feeling himself getting flushed - a mixture of embarrassment tingled with fear, the knowledge of what's to come. He's an omega, left chained up for someone to come and get... Obviously, that'll be an alpha, right?
A tug on his leash and Yuji is jerking up, groaning a little as his eyes close, and something registers in his mind: Be good for Geto-sama, or he'll take it as an insult.
Geto-sama...?
Then there's the press of something into his neck (a needle? He's not sure) and silence.
The men disappear and Yuji is instructed to keep his head bowed, no matter what, so that's what he does. He stares at the ground, his own hands, the silken fabric of the bed, until he hears a door creak open from the opposite side. His entire body tenses, but he doesn't dare look up, just in case, trying his best to not make a single sound. He feels warm, flustered, but he doesn't know what to do other than stay here and wait to be told what is going to happen to him now. Perhaps this is the infamous Geto-sama...? ]
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Suguru has never cared for the idea that he exists by the mercy of the majority. He's gathered power over time, motivated followers of alphas and omegas alike, even reaching the point where betas are seeking to align themselves with Suguru, to establish their place in the coming new world.
Is it any surprise that a pack of useful monkey betas tried to prove themselves by presenting Suguru with an omega? No, not really. But a common misconception surrounding Suguru's little cult seems to be that omegas have a lower status because of their perceived weakness – when, in reality, Suguru believes there to be a crucial symbiosis between alphas and omegas. An alpha cannot exist without an omega, and therefore, a society of alphas cannot exist without their omega counterparts. Two halves of a whole.
In Suguru's ideal, omegas are revered and protected. Never in positions of power, of course, but the natural desire of an omega to nest and breed is elevated instead of shamed. There should be more alphas in the world, and that doesn't happen without omegas.
So of course the foolish monkeys trying to curry his favor think that dragging an omega to Suguru's home and drugging him will please the cult leader. Ironically, Suguru might have let it slide from other alphas, but since the culprits were just entitled betas desperate to carve a place for themselves in Suguru's new order, he gives a smiling command to Manami to have the men "rewarded" for their efforts. (Their reward comes in the form of other alphas disposing of their bodies later that evening.)
But a gift is a gift and an omega is an omega. Suguru will need a strong cohort of breedable omegas going forward, and while he planned to cultivate his little harem on his own, he can't argue with the convenience of a gift like this.
Suguru smells Yuji before he even returns to his quarters, the strength of the wafting scent making his nose wrinkle. The hormones weren't obvious before, leaving Suguru to assume some sort of artificial heat has been induced. Clever, if unnecessary.
Sliding open the bedroom door, Suguru patiently pads forward to inspect the boy chained to a hardpoint on the ground. Head cocked, his dark eyes sweep over Yuji, his disarming smile curling over his lips. ]
Now aren't you a darling little thing?
[ Suguru purrs with approval as he approaches Yuji until he's standing right in front of him. Lowering to one knee, Suguru reaches out to tuck his fingers under Yuji's chin, coaxing the boy's face upward. ]
What's your name, sweetness?
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There's a long stretch of silence after the men leave him be, chained up and waiting in the strange open room, and he's not sure what's going to happen to him. He's aware of his own nature, of being an omega, but his grandfather had never gone into depth about what that meant for him, not when things were far too complicated by his stay at the hospital. They'd thought they had more time, months or even years for Yuji to learn about suppressants, society, the world that he was going to be thrust into, but then...
Then he was gone, and Yuji was left alone.
He doesn't know about being the only thing that can birth more alphas, doesn't know about how precious some people might think he is, doesn't know about how dangerous it is for him to be left alone - all he knows is that he was with his grandfather (a beta, quiet, unassuming) and now he's here, shivering in the cool air of the room, awaiting his fate as strange warmth begins to spread through him.
Skin heated, cheeks warm, he almost slips away into some kind of idle daydream when he hears the door slide open, his head twitching to the side. He can smell the man before he sees him, a deep, attractive scent, making his eyes flicker a little. There's something powerful about it, something heady, and he shivers as he licks his lips.
What is the feeling...? ]
My name...?
[ His head is tilted, encouraged to look up at him, and Yuji blinks rapidly before he swallows the strange lump in his throat. ]
Itadori Yuji.
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[ Suguru's fingers trail back and forth along Yuji's jaw, a soothing stroke instead of brutally grabbing at him. He doesn't want Yuji to be terrified (if the omega is even capable of it beneath the drugs). ]
How old are you, Itadori Yuji?
[ Basic details first! He didn't bother listening to the idiot monkeys who brought Yuji to him, and he wants to assess Yuji's current state with some easy questions. ]
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I'm eighteen.
[ Just out of high school, trying to find a place in the world without his grandfather - and now here, at the mercy of this man, with gentle touches and skin so soft Yuji wants to press his face to it and kiss, lick, bite. ]
Where am I?
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Ready for Suguru to ruin him. ]
My home. Tokyo, more specifically. [ As Yuji leans into the touch, Suguru allows his fingers to travel along his jaw, stroking down his neck, brushing over one of the scent glands practically calling to Suguru. ]
Do you know who I am?
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[ Far from Sendai, then. He hadn't really been aware of how much time had passed when he was taken, just knowing that it had been long enough for him to sleep and come back to himself, shaking and afraid in the back of a van, or a car, or something. He's still not really sure how he got here, thanks to the hazy drugs he'd been given.
The touch to his scent glands has him shivering, trying to lean back and pull away. It's sensitive, in a way it's never been before, whimpering a little as he bites the inside of his cheek. He's throbbing between his legs, and he wiggles a little. ]
No. Should I?
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Most omegas have heard of me, I've found – alphas, too, but that's to be expected. My ideals are perhaps more appealing to alphas.
[ His low voice is smooth as silk, velvety and chocolate. ]
My name is Geto Suguru. And you, Itadori Yuji, belong to me now.
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I didn't even know I was an omega until recently.
[ Blinking up at him, his eyes are wide, nervous, unsure. ]
I'm not a - what do you mean, belong to you?
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Omegas belong to alphas, Yuji.
[ He cradles the boy's jaw, thumb sweeping over Yuji's flushed cheek. ]
That's the way the world works – hasn't anyone told you yet?
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[ It doesn’t make sense to him. How can a person belong to another one? Wasn’t the point of being a person the freedom that comes with it? It’s too much, and Yuji blinks.
The touch feels good on his over heated skin, though, and he chases it, leaning forward. ]
Grandpa never said anything like that.
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Fascinating. ]
Then what do you know, little omega? Do you have any idea what a gift you are?
[ Suguru doesn't grab or take yet, content to let Yuji lean into the touch, rewarding him with more gentle contact, more light petting. ]
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[ Nuzzling into Suguru's palm, he closes his eyes and breathes out softly, pressing his thighs together. ]
He died.
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Makes him feel all the better about his decision to rip off those monkeys' heads. ]
I see. [ More gentle petting, more demonstrations of snippets of tenderness. Suguru is a brutal man at the best of times, but he's also an alpha; he isn't immune to his own instincts to protect omegas. The vulnerability is in itself an evolutionary defense: it triggers an alpha's latent urges. Whether that protection is for the sake of claiming or not is more dependent on the alpha's actual ability to rationalize through hormones, but that's a feature of Suguru's cult, not a bug.
Omegas are protected. (Kept in line, shown their place, but cherished, in the weird ways only alphas are capable.) ]
You would have it much rougher out in the rest of the world. [ Suguru nods sagely. ]
But omegas are safe here. [ ... despite the fact that Yuji has been abandoned in Suguru's bedroom with a chain around his neck.
As if to demonstrate, Suguru reaches into his pocket, producing the key that Yuji's kidnappers handed over. He slides it into the lock, and with a quiet "click," the padlock comes free. ]
We won't be needing this, will we?
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How was he meant to explain anything, when Yuji presented as an omega so close to his death?
Watching Suguru, he swallows, gaze stuck on him and not able to do anything other than force himself to stay in place. There's a natural instinct to obey, to listen, to pay attention to what he's being told; he doesn't know why, but he feels like he ought to listen.
Omegas are safe here, and the chains are gone, and he slumps a little, shifting his body and adjusting to the newfound freedom. He still feels so warm, and with Suguru so close...
He leans close, tilting his head up, nuzzling at his hand, his wrist - the scent of him, the glands that are there to appeal to him. ]
Are you going to let me go?
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Especially in a state like this.
[ Because he can smell Yuji, so potently. ]
You'll have every alpha in a 50 kilometer radius sniffing after you.
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[ He almost pouts, looking up at Suguru with a touch of defiance, a little frustrated at the idea of being forced to stay here when he had been quite literally kidnapped. ]
I... I want to go home.
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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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he's just a fucked up lil gremlin under all the suave
kinda hot tho
hot and evil, winning combo
if evil why so hot
he's like a pretty-but-poisonous flower: colorful and exciting to pull u in
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