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They have a strange arrangement.
Living together inside the spacious penthouse, sharing the same breakfast, and occasional dinner, sleeping together in the same room and king-sized bed, and yet Takemichi still finds it hard to actually form a conversation with Mikey that doesn't end with a monosyllabic answer from the man, automatically ending their talk from that point.
When Takemichi crawled back to Mikey after meeting him secretly just the night before his supposed wedding with Tachibana Hinata, the former took him back with no fuss, whisking him away, bringing him into his world in Bonten, settling him in his penthouse that's at the top of a tall building in the heart of the city, and there, Takemichi adjusts to a whole new environment and company.
It wasn't easy, but Takemichi can say that it wasn't that hard either. The only people he's allowed to be around, aside from Mikey, would be the executives who, so far, showed nothing but acceptance and respect. Given that most of the executives are already familiar people to him, Takemichi had no problem with them. Plus, he doesn't even see them frequently. Takemichi's left alone most of the time in his and Mikey's house whenever the latter's at work.
Of all people, it's Mikey with who Takemichi has a bit of difficulty in trying to rebuild the former intimacy and affection that they once had for each other back when they were just kids. Mikey is just so distant and reticent. When Takemichi takes a step closer, he'll take two steps back. It's funny to think that the boy who once clung onto Takemichi in a way that he almost wanted to glue their hips together, is now like this with him.
So yeah, it is awkward most of the time for Takemichi, but he wouldn't trade it for anything else. Better have Mikey withdrawn towards him than to not have him around Takemichi at all. He can't lose Mikey after all the things that went down. He will choose this version of Mikey over anything else any day.
But still, he wishes their relationship wasn't this strained so he could be able to talk to Mikey about things freely without any embarrassment on Takemichi's part.
For example: His upcoming heat.
Takemichi has been thinking, and worrying about it for days already. He gets his heats every three months, and assuming his cycle is still the same, regular, and healthy one in this timeline, he will probably get it a week from now.
All the executives plus Mikey are alphas and betas. They don't know shit about omegas and how things work for his kind, especially the heat cycles. So obviously, the penthouse has nothing that could be helpful for an omega who's about to have his heat, aside from scent blockers that Kakuchou had stocked for him when he first arrived there.
Back before, he didn't really take any suppressants. His body wasn't used to it, reacting negatively after days of intake, and suffering from the side effects. So he stuck with just letting the full course of his heat take place. It was better that way.
But then, the situation now has changed. He's not exactly alone in the house. Mikey lives with him and he's about to have his heat with an alpha around. He doesn't know how things would go down, but one thing he's sure of is it wouldn't be good. If anything, his heat would probably just make their relationship more awkward than it already is and Takemichi feels like slamming his head against the wall at the thought out of frustration.
However, the Gods must've heard the omega and his woes for the news of Mikey leaving for a three-day trip reaches him just when he's about to ask Kakuchou for suppressants.
“For three days…?”
“Yeah. Don't worry. Just check your phone now and then. I'll update you about Mikey so you won't worry about him.” Kakuchou smiles kindly at him, and Takemichi feels the rush of relief inside him as he discreetly breathes out a deep sigh.
Perfect. In two or three days, my heat will be over.
Takemichi just wishes that Mikey would leave just before his heat starts and wouldn't sense anything off about him.
“Thank you, Kaku-chan. Please be careful. All of you. I'll be waiting here. Take care of Mikey for me…” Nodding at once, Kakuchou's warm smile widens, assurance and genuinity shining through his eyes.
“Of course. Well, I'm worried about you. You'll be alone in the house for three days. Will you be alright? None of the other executives could be left with you so you'll have no company. Do you want anything?”
“I'm gonna be fine. I won't be too bored also. Like, I have a lot to watch and read. So, it's all okay. It's just three days, anyway… but can I request cooling pads… like lots of it…?” A confused frown forms at Kakuchou's forehead, brows bunching together.
“Why? Are you feeling sick? Do you have a fever?” The concern is evident in his voice, eyes roaming around Takemichi's face.
“No…! No—I'm not sick—at all. It's just for precautionary measures. What if… I get a fever while everyone is gone? You know, better be prepared.” Takemichi stiffly chuckles at the end of his speech, relaxing when Kakuchou nods thoughtfully, understanding Takemichi's worries.
“Right. Don't worry. I'll have someone bring it to you by tonight. Anything else?”
“Sweets. Lots of it too.”
But, of course, things wouldn't go as perfectly as Takemichi expected them to for when he stepped out of the shower, from the ajar door of their room, he sees Mikey standing in the living room.
“Why is Mikey here…?” Panicking, Takemichi dashes back to the shower, slapping scent blockers to his scent glands. He's beyond thankful he hasn't started nesting yet since he has an initial plan of taking Mikey's stuff to build his nest. He wouldn't want Mikey to see that.
His pre-heat had already started a day ago. Feeling warm all over, slightly hazy, and lethargic, but he managed to hide it all from Mikey. Not that it's hard, they don't really talk to each other aside from the usual “Hi.” “Welcome home.” “Let's eat already.” “Thank you.” “Good night.”
He just puts on his fluffy robe with nothing underneath before rushing out of the room to ask why Mikey is in their house when he's supposed to be with the executives already.
“Mikey…? Why are y— What happened? You're bleeding! ” Eyes widening at the sight of a small patch of blood on Mikey's shoulder, Takemichi sprints to him, hands flailing around in panic and worry.
“Mitchy, calm down. It's just a bullet graze. Nothing serious.” He watches as Mikey unbuttons his white polo long-sleeves, revealing the expanse of his chest, his bare torso, then takes it off fully.
“See? Just a scratch. I went back here to just change clothes… and to see you before I go.” Takemichi roams his eyes all over Mikey, checking if there are any wounds present in the man's body, and relaxes when finds none aside from the small graze on his right shoulder.
“Sit down there. I'll get the first-aid kit.” The worry about his heat flies out of the window at once, concern about Mikey's injury completely occupying his head at the moment.
Should I ask how he got it…?
Takemichi traipses towards Mikey who's sitting comfortably on the couch, watching him go near him with an unreadable expression on his face, eyes following his every move.
“What—what happened? How did you get that graze…? If it's okay for me to know…” He fidgets on his feet as he stands in front of Mikey, looking down at him.
Mikey straightens his back, breathes out a sigh, lifting his head to meet Takemichi's concerned gaze.
“Just a mishap. No need for you to worry about it. It's all resolved by now.” Nodding slowly, Takemichi chews on his lower lip, opening the kit to get the Betadine and cotton balls out.
He accepts the fact that Mikey wouldn't disclose any information about Bonten's operations. Takemichi just wishes that whatever went down, it wouldn't happen again. He knows it's just wishful thinking since knowing their line of work, injuries like this are inevitable.
Mikey takes the kit and places it down on his lap, then looks up yet again at Takemichi who's busy putting disinfectant on the cotton.
“I see. Well, since you guys are still going on that trip, I'm assuming that everything's okay now, but… you could've just got this wound treated by anyone there? It must be uncomfortable going back here with this graze.”
Mikey spreads his legs, making room for Takemichi to come nearer. Then, he leans down, Takemichi's face now a lot closer to Mikey's as he closes the distance between them to treat the wound, gently dabbing the cotton on it.
The proximity is making Takemichi feel a tingling sensation running up his spine.
“It's not a bother at all and like I said, I wanna see you before I go. Kakuchou told me you asked for cooling pads the other day. Are you sure you're not feeling sick? I'm noticing that you look a bit tired these days.” This is the most words Mikey has ever spoken to him, but Takemichi cannot feel happy about it at the moment since he freezes up upon hearing Mikey mention that he took notice of his lethargy due to his upcoming heat.
“Uh—No—I'm fine. Really. Totally fine. Just like I told Kaku-chan, it's just for precaution.” Being under Mikey's intense, examining gaze is something that Takemichi will never be used to, especially since they're so close so he averts his eyes, darting them to the first aid kit and fishes out the gauze pack.
Takemichi can feel how nervous he is with the way his heart is drumming against his ribs, but instead of feeling cold, he feels the heat pooling in his lower abdomen, unfurling from there, and gradually spreading across his body.
Oh no.
“I see. Do you need anything else then? You can ask me for anything.” Takemichi shakes his head right away as he finally puts the gauze on Mikey's small wound, his hands shaking a bit.
As if his senses have been dialed to the max, all of a sudden, Mikey's perfume mixed with the strong and overwhelming scent of his natural pheromones, Bergamot and Cardamom, is everything that Takemichi can breathe in. His head has now started to feel a lot foggier, limbs feeling heavier by the second and his throat dries up like sandpaper.
Oh my God, I'm going into heat. It's not supposed to be this early.
Takemichi, with his hazy mind, still manages to put two and two together, arriving at the conclusion that Mikey's presence had sped up the arrival of his heat. He is an alpha, a very strong one. Following their biology, Takemichi's omega is bound to seek the most suitable heat partner and it doesn't help that his feelings for Mikey are something he cannot deny.
His whole being sees Mikey as their rightful mate and alpha. Now, every fiber of his body is screaming to jump into Mikey's arms and let the man take him and the heat pain away. Fuck him til he's full, fat, and satisfied, making sure that he's going to bear his pups after.
“Mitchy, are you okay? You're so red. Are you sure you don't have a fever?”
Wrong move. Absolutely wrong. Mikey touches him by the arm, and that just ignited a fire that quickly spread across his body. His knees give up on him, making him fall on Mikey, straddling his left thigh as he holds onto the alpha's shoulders to stabilize himself.
“Mitchy, you're burning up—”
“Mikey… I—” Realization dawns on Mikey's face, eyes whipping to Takemichi's neck and there he finds the scent patches. His hand flies to it, hastily ripping them off the skin.
And hell breaks loose.
The room just took a drastic 180-degree turn. Takemichi's scent and pheromones are in the full onslaught, filling every space and crook of the living room in just a second of Mikey peeling the patches off.
“You're in heat.” Their eyes meet and Takemichi can see how Mikey's eyes go impossibly darker than they already are, pupils were blown wide, and scent growing stronger too. His voice has gone rougher and raw. He can also see Mikey's chest heaving, inhaling the sweet scent of cherry and cinnamon in the air.
Seriously, hats off to Mikey, Takemichi thinks. Not every alpha can have his self-restraint and control. Others would've pounced on Takemichi like a rabid dog right off the bat, mauling him right there and then. On the other hand, Mikey might look predatory and feral with the way he's looking at Takemichi but, he's still very much composed and in control of his instincts.
Just for now.
He doesn't know how long though. It's torture to Mikey as much as it's torture to him. He can see how Mikey's jaw clenches hard, lips pressed on a thin line, fists clenching on Takemichi's robe, knuckles turning white.
“I am… Mikey, please…” Takemichi whimpers as slick gush out of him and since he's not wearing anything underneath the robe, his throbbing center is pressed on Mikey's clothed thigh, now getting wet with Takemichi's warm slick.
He starts to grind on the thigh, breathy moans escaping his mouth as he pushes up against Mikey, hands roaming around the bare chest, feeling the strong planes beneath his palms. Takemichi buries his head on Mikey's neck, inhaling the scent deeply. Takemichi feels like his skin is on fire. He needs Mikey on him, inside him right now.
“Touch me, Mikey. It hurts. Alpha , please…” Takemichi murmurs to Mikey's ear, nibbling on the lobe next as his hands blindly reach for his robe, untying it.
“God fucking damn it.”
He knows Mikey's restraint is hanging by a thread. He's about to succumb to the sweet, intoxicating heat of Takemichi.
His hands shoot up to Takemichi's waist, shoving the robe away, exposing the bare, lithe body of the omega. Flushed soft skin everywhere, swollen nipples, and the cunt dripping with slick, making an absolute wet mess on his thigh as he grinds on it. Takemichi looks unreal. Straight out of Mikey's teenage wet dreams.
Beautiful and pliant on his arms. All for him to take.
But no, he couldn't.
“Mitchy… let me go. I'll get suppressants for you. You don't wanna do this with me. It's just your heat talking.”
Takemichi lifts his head from Mikey's neck, hurt flashing on his face as his omega whimpers in pain upon hearing the rejection, feeling his heart drop to his stomach.
“What are you talking about me not wanting to do this with you? Do you hate me that much, Mikey? That the thought of me spending my heat with you is that horrible?” Confusion forms on Mikey's face, disbelief written all over it.
“Hate you? Where did you even get that? I'm just saying that it's your heat-addled mind that's talking for you right now and I will never take advantage of your current situation.” Takemichi huffs, brushing off his omega's sad whines.
“Excuses. You just can't stand me, Mikey. You don't want to be around me at all. I don't even know why you took me back if you're just going to treat me like this. Like, I'm just air to you.” Takemichi stands up, tries to, but feels his knees wobble beneath him. Mikey's hands fly to hold him but he roughly shoves them away, glaring at the alpha hard as tears threaten to spill from the corners of his eyes.
“Mitchy… What are you talking about…? And where are you going?” His knees shake underneath him, but with all his might, he successfully untangles himself from Mikey, taking a step back.
“Far away from you. You don't want me to spend my heat with you, right? Then, I'll just leave you alone. Might as well, just go outside and find any other alpha that'll be willing—”
One thing that will never change about Mikey, no matter what timeline it is, will be his jealousy and possessiveness.
Jealousy is a powerful emotion, they say. Takemichi finds himself agreeing to that as Mikey's face goes completely blank upon hearing the threat, scent turning bitter, as his eyes glint dangerously.
Takemichi, like he's completely weightless, feels his feet be swept off the floor. The room spins around before his eyes then he feels the soft couch hit his back, Mikey looming on top of him, slotting himself in between Takemichi's thighs. Livid, crazed eyes stare right back at him, and Takemichi's omega hums happily, basking on the pheromones in the air, knowing that Mikey is enraged at the thought of Takemichi spending his heat with an alpha that is not him.
“Another alpha? Over my dead fucking body. You're not going anywhere. You're mine. I will blow anyone's head off that would dare to touch you. Do you understand?” Mikey says it slowly, not letting go of Takemichi's eyes, his voice low like a growl. Terrifying, yes. On a regular day, Takemichi might've flinched and shaken in fear, but it's different right now. He just finds himself smiling up at him, arms linking around Mikey's neck, pulling him closer.
“Then take me, Mikey. You're the only one I want. I'm yours. Always has been.” Mikey finally closes the distance, lips crashing for an intense kiss, full of passion and fervor, both bodies thrumming with need and desire. Years of pent-up love and obsession out in the open.
The kiss turns more heated and sloppy, tongue battling for dominance, drool streaming down the corner of their mouths. Takemichi cards his hands through Mikey's soft hair, gripping them tight when Mikey bites down on his lip.
Takemichi gasps for air when Mikey pulls away, immediately latching on his neck as one of his hands travels south, and as if teasing, it evades the throbbing source of heat, instead he draws circles on the inner of his thigh, then cups his mound. Takemichi whines, hips bucking up alongside it, making Mikey chuckle as he pushes him back down.
“Mikey—I'm gonna die if you don't get inside me the next second— Oh God .” He runs his nails across Mikey's back when the alpha slips a long finger inside the sopping wet cavern, his hot walls eagerly sucking it in effortlessly, squelching at the sound of Mikey adding another finger inside before he proceeds to pump it in and out slowly and torturously, curling them inside the tight heat in the process.
“Baby, let's get to the room first. It's uncomfortable here. The condom's there too—”
“No. No condoms—Ah…! Do it—raw.” Surprised eyes whip at Takemichi and the latter stares right back, before he turns his head on Mikey's ear, breathing heavily, lips brushing against the shell of his ear as he talks.
“Give me your pups, Mikey.” Takemichi can physically hear the last thin strand of Mikey's restraint snap as his body gets hauled up, scrambling to wrap his legs around the strong waist.
Looking down at Mikey's flushed face, Takemichi feels the shudder run along his spine as his eyes meet Mikey's, dark and predatory.
“You better be serious about that because once we're done… There's no way in hell you wouldn't be bearing my kid.” Takemichi smiles, letting himself sink fully deep into his heat as Mikey strides to their room.
Takemichi's last coherent thoughts would be him worrying about not sending any notice to the executives who might be wondering what on earth is taking Mikey so long to come back to them.