[ 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. ]
[ 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.
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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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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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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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