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Shouta awoke with a strange feeling in his belly, and his head a bit foggy. He was too hot. He threw off the covers and went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. It wasn’t enough. He started the shower on a cool setting, and stepped in. He sighed, thinking about going back to bed in case he was coming down with something. It was tempting, even if he had things to do. It’s not like he was really busy, he just pretended to be so that he didn’t feel useless.
He unfocused his eyes, enjoying the spray of water on his scalp and skin. He could faintly smell Hizashi’s soap and shampoo. He uncapped a bottle and took a long sniff. Unlike most alphas who favored harsh, chemical perfumes with names better suited to monster trucks, Hizashi smelled nice . He wasn’t quite sure how to describe the shampoo he was currently huffing it but it was closer to plain soap and mint, maybe some cut herbs or flowers as well. Impulsively, he poured a little into his hand and worked it through his hair. Why didn’t he always do this? Smelling like Hizashi was such a good idea .
He felt marginally better once he was out of the shower, but his thoughts were still hazy. He’d planned to get up in an hour anyway, so he might as well have some coffee. If he was going to feel like this today, a couple of extra cups might not be a bad idea. His resolve broke as soon as he was in the main room, the sight of Hizashi under the covers of their futons too tempting. He slipped back into the bedding, pushing the pillows up against him as he pressed as close to Hizashi as he could.
A small, high pitched whine emitted from the back of Hizashi’s throat as he slept. He knew that sound- it was, for lack of a better word, begging, an alpha’s submission for permission. Preening, pathetic alphas would use that move at the omega house all the time to win over a foolish young thing, at least, the ones that weren’t too controlling and proud to do so. Shouta cautiously lifted the edge of the blanket and his suspicions were confirmed as he saw that Hizashi’s erection strained at his sweatpants, obscenely tenting the fabric.
Everything began to add up and make sense. This meant that he was going into heat, and soon- despite not having one for years. This had triggered Hizashi’s reaction, which caused his scent to become stronger- they’d been setting each other off all night without knowing it in an escalating loop designed by nature.
That explained his sudden hyper focus on his alpha, the desire to press close and smell like him, even the stupid pillows- he’d never felt the desire to make a nest before a heat before, but he knew about it from the countless internet articles he’d searched and the lectures he’d endured at the omega house.
He certainly had never felt any desire to smell like his former alpha, either. Heats were miserable experiences, so he was glad to go to his alpha for them. Still, he never felt any desire for the man himself, though the physical sensations of the act itself could sometimes be pleasurable. He usually closed his eyes and thought of him as a self powered heat aid, squirming on his knot to reach the places that felt like agony until they were ground into producing blissful chemicals in his brain. He’d never particularly cared for his scent nor the faint tang of aftershave and cigarette smoke that overlapped it, but during heats it had a different effect. He’d never been able to put it into words that felt quite right, but the awkwardness of their usual sex for attempted procreation sharpened into something repulsive during heat. Counterintuitively, the thought of how repugnant he found sex with this alpha that had become so antagonizing in his life to be became so overwhelming that it would somehow push him over the edge of orgasm. He’d even purposely open his eyes, looking at his husband growling and dripping sweat down on him the moment he came, feeling sick yet thrilled as he felt the knot expand to its full capacity and the hot liquid violate him. It never made any sense. It made him feel ashamed, and confused for desiring that in that moment when it was the polar opposite of what he knew that he really wanted.
Now, he thought only of Hizashi. He felt momentarily stupid as he pieced together that he must be feeling sexual attraction toward an alpha for the first time, not just the idea of an alpha. Any fantasies he’d had on his own were never of anyone specific, just a generic shadow of an alpha that he couldn’t put a face to. But now he wanted Hizashi’s scent, his voice, his lanky arms around him, his annoying laugh in his ear, strands of gold hair tickling his bare skin. He wanted it enough to make a nest. He wanted it enough that his pheromones flooded the air of their small apartment, making Hizashi whine miserably in his sleep.
“Shou?” Hizashi’s sleepy mumble broke him away from his thoughts. “You’re...staring at me.”
Shouta opened his mouth to apologize. “I’m in heat.” is what came out instead.
Hizashi bolted upright. “Shit! Hold on.” He tripped around the blankets and dashed for the bathroom. Shouta heard a lot of things being moved around, and a moment later Hizashi knelt next to him with a glass of water and thrust a cardboard box into his hands. Shouta frowned down at the over the counter heat relief pills. He’d taken these in the beginning, and all they’d done was keep him grounded and aware of every moment of his heat. He’d never taken them again as heats were easier to deal with if he didn’t feel like he was really in his body during them. But maybe with Hizashi...
“Are these okay? Do you use a different brand? I can go to the conbini. Do you need drinks? Snacks?” Worried green eyes peered into his own. “Should I go away? Do you need me to buy you. Well. Omega things?”
“I need you to fuck me.” Shouta grit out.
“Shou...” Hizashi looked lost. It would have been funny, if the situation weren’t so dire. “I really don’t think that we should be having this conversation while you’re in heat.”
“You’re my husband. This is your duty. ” Shouta growled, tugging at the hem of Hizashi’s boxers. “You do know what you signed up for.” His old alpha never left him hanging. It was one of his better qualities.
“Okay, okay! Just... breathe, okay? I just want to know that you’re not going to regret rushing into anything. We could wait, I could go someplace else-”
“I’m quite sure.” Shouta managed to yank the offending clothing off, toppling Hizashi onto his side with a yelp in the process. “Put it in me, alpha.”
“Okay. Here.” Hizashi pulled his t shirt over his head and leaned in for a kiss. “You gonna take those pills first?”
Shouta gave him a pointed look before he swallowed two with a swig of water, and pulled Hizashi down with him as he leaned back onto his pillow. He felt his hand skim over his thigh before the almost ticklish sensation of his fingers brushing between his legs.
“Tell me if I’m not doing it right.” Hizashi peeked up at him. “I mean, I’ve only been with an apha, but I’ll do my best.”
“Hurry up.” It was his last coherent thought for the next few minutes other than there’s no way you’ve never done this before. His muscles were involuntarily jumping at each touch, chills washing over his body like waves. He didn’t want it to end. It was almost enough to drown out the innate need for a knot. Almost. He realized that he was choking on frustrated tears. “Hizashi-”
His alpha resurfaced. “Shou? What’s wrong, baby?”
Shouta wiped his eyes with the back of his hand in agitation. “I’m in heat. I need you to put it in.”
“Okay.”
Shouta sat up with just a twinge of regret, wishing that he could have enjoyed the foreplay forever. His old alpha had barely bothered, maybe when he was in a good mood. He didn’t want to think about him now, though, not when he was with the one that he wanted. He craned his head forward and got his first good look at Hizashi’s cock. It was good for an alpha. Not exaggerated like a porn star’s, but long and thick, with the first hints of a knot swelling at the base and already beading moisture at the tip, and dark red with desire. Hizashi was holding back. Idiot.
“Are you crying?” Hizashi paused.
“No.” Shouta sniffed. “I need you. Now. Heat.”
“Hey, hey! It’s okay. I’ll do whatever you want, okay?”
Shouta nodded. He cupped a hand around Hizashi’s bare ass and pulled him toward him, earning a small laugh from the other.”Okay, I’m ready if you are.”
He braced himself for the first stretch and burn of entry, then locked his ankles firmly behind Hizashi’s back. Some primal part of him sighed in relief as his alpha sunk in and began to move. He pushed forward to meet his strokes, pleased by every noise he caused Hizashi to make. Hizashi tilted his hip slightly, and Shouta’s breath caught.
“That.” Shouta instructed, moving his own hips in a semicircle to recreate the motion.Hizashi nodded, and began to move faster. Even with the pill in his system, Shouta felt his heart racing uncontrollably, his body flood with climbing bliss. “Alpha.” he whispered, without meaning to.
“Yeah, your alpha is here. I got you, Shou.”
Shouta closed his eyes and tightened his grip, feeling Hizashi’s movements growing more urgent.
“You’re so beautiful, Shou. I’m so happy that you- you- Shou. Beautiful.” Hizashi was whispering into his throat, words breaking up with his ragged breaths.
Beautiful? No, he wasn’t beautiful. It was just something that people said during sex. He was a dull, ordinary sort of omega, one who needed considerable work and preparation before being presented to meet with an alpha. There was no way that he meant it. Maybe he did in this moment, though, and Shouta decided that he would take that, even if it made him feel unusually self conscious.
“Harder.” Shouta gasped, and again when Hizashi complied. He could feel Hizashi’s knot growing, sticking slightly more with each thrust. It was enough. He cried out as he came, his body locking tight around Hizashi’s knot. Hizashi yelped as his walls gripped him unexpectedly, trapping him inside and squeezing him tightly until he felt the hot spray of his semen fill him. Locked together, they caught their breath.
Shouta opened one eye to see Hizashi grinning like a fool. He could logically say that it was the endorphins, or that dopamine and oxytocin had hijacked his better judgment, but in that split second Shouta knew that he was in love. He groaned as Hizashi claimed his lips in a deep kiss. It was just a chemical reaction, he was sure. There was no way that an alpha like this would mean the sort of things that Hizashi said without his brain drunk on pheromones, but just for this one heat, it couldn’t hurt to lie to himself.