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( he's being shitty, and he knows it β which makes it worse, at the end of it all, that he's consciously, painfully aware of what he's doing, but he's never been accused of being a good person, has he?
the first and second years, they're all so gullible, like he isn't only one or two years older than they are and no higher on the maturity scale, but that alone makes them more fun to fuck with, and he'll tell that to anyone that might actually listen; they're impressionable, to boot, and he knows how much or how little he needs to do in order to essentially hook one by the mouth and take hold of the whole of their attention. all those fresh faces and bright eyes, eyes that have already probably seen their fair share of special grade curses depending on who their instructor is, but still bright enough around the edges that the life hasn't quite drained out of them yet, and to cain, that means there's still plenty of fun to be had.
he waits until he knows megumi is due to come around the corner during a free period, waits until he knows his eyes are trained in his direction and then leans to brace an arm against the wall above some second-year boy's head, body language practically screaming are you looking? are you watching me? as he angles himself to take up more of his personal space, pressing in close and grinning in that wicked, shameless way of his.
the sort of thing that makes you feel like you're the only thing in the world he'll ever be focused on, the object of all of his attention, at least until something bright and new and shiny comes along and you're left wondering how you ever let yourself fall for his bullshit in the first place.
it doesn't matter what he's saying β more bullshit, empty words, the only thing he's really good at β but what does matter is the way he smiles, the way he lets the fingers of one hand trail over the edge of a sharp-looking jaw and over the slope of his neck as he purposely looks over to make eye contact with megumi. megumi, who never lets too much show in the lines of his face, though there is no mistaking the tension etched into his expression as cain practically peels himself away from the wall and all but saunters in the other's direction, smile like a nightmare still spread across the line of his mouth like an oil spill.
he doesn't bother saying anything until they're behind the closed door of his dorm room and megumi is biting at him more than kissing him, and he hums a purr in the back of his throat as one hand comes up and he hooks a thumb into the corner of his mouth to hold him still. )
Something wrong, princess? ( he muses, backing them both up until his calves knock against the edge of his mattress and he lets gravity take them both down, that smaller body sprawled across his lap as he prefers him. ) Y'look like you've got your panties in a twist.
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Not that he cares. He's not bothered. Just as Alexei was using him, Megumi's found pleasure and interest in doing the same. When they are together, he gets to put aside his carefully controlled farce and find an outlet for his ever snowballing stress. He gets to just exist, to do what his instincts command, and revel in the bliss of pleasure for pleasure's sake. At times, it feels like he gets something else out of it as well. A warmth, especially in the aftermath where Alexei would just hold him. Megumi's careful with those sorts of feelings; he knows how dangerous they can be if allowed to grow.
He tells himself he doesn't care, and yet he can feel that seed of petulance bubbling up within him, simmering quietly as he goes about the rest of his day. Alexei would have seen that - how Megumi had clicked his tongue and his eyes darkened as he watched. He really can't put his finger on why it's so annoying. It isn't like they are dating.
By the end of the day, when they reconvene, that simmer is more like a boil, bubbling underneath his stoic mask. His actions too easily reflect his emotions - rougher, demanding, and with a hint of spite. They've never kissed sweetly, but today, he feels very inclined to take a piece of the other boy with him. Very much like a cat that hasn't had enough of his fill of spiteful aggression, Megumi continues to push forward insistently when Cain tries to stop him, walking him back into the bed and crawling all over him with a hand that grips the boy's collar.
He settles into his lap. In some mismatched way, they fit easily together. Of course, there's a bristle at the nickname; Megumi's never appreciated any form of emasculation. ]
There's nothing wrong. And I've told you not to call me that.
[ 'Nothing wrong', he says, when he's clearly fuming just a little. ]
It looks like you're having fun with the second years.
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( he thinks he's fooling everyone, when he's barely even fooling himself, but that's a thought for another time. because he doesn't need to think too much about how nice it feels to not have to sleep alone sometimes, when he says so flippantly you can stay the night if you want. he doesn't need to think about how it's beginning to feel more and more natural to wrap that smaller body in his arms and hold him against his chest, like he belongs there, and has never belonged anywhere else.
he doesn't need to think about any of that shit, but he is anyway, isn't he? )
they fit together in a lot of ways they probably shouldn't, all angles and sharp edges all but clicking into place as megumi makes a place for himself in his lap, and he isn't about to admit how good that feels, already so familiar even if they haven't been doing this for very long, and he snorts at the initial response he gets. ) 'Nothing wrong', he says like it ain't written all over his face and I can't read him like a book. ( he drawls, like he's going out of his way to narrate something no one cares about but him, pushing into the pressure of the hand at his collar.
maybe he likes it just a bit too damned much when megumi gets all riled up β¦ and that's just one more instance of how he is not a good person, but he maintains that if the other wasn't so damned fun to get all twisted up in knots, he wouldn't have bothered with him in the first place.
( keep telling yourself that, alexei, and maybe one day you'll actually believe it. )
they may have never kissed sweetly, even if cain has a tendency to take his time with him, draw things out until that smaller body is tense and flushed with need β but he leans in and slides his tongue along the swell of his bottom lip, slow, just to get a taste of him before it's slipping into his mouth and he's kissing him properly. deeply. )
Mm β¦ little bit, maybe. ( he muses, voice already gone low and rough. his hands settle on slender hips and he tugs megumi in closer, like he might slip away from him given the chance. ) They fluster so damn easy, I can't help it.
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It's probably a coincidence of having had the other boy see him at his most vulnerable, when he throws inhibitions and caution to the wind and lets that pleasure overcome him, lets those wanton sounds escape his lips as he cries out the other boy's given name. Why did he even allow Alexei to see him in that state? He started off hating the boy and his lewd and rude advances, their first encounters always resulting in some fight. ]
I don't know what you're talking about. [ Oh, but he does know. Yes, he's quite peeved that Alexei was showing that other boy this same attention, and had the gall to do it right in front of him. Yes, he takes offense to that. What he doesn't know is why it bothers him at all.
The kiss is deep; a bit sloppy in that untoward way, but laden with enough passion to have his heart beating quicker. It's nice to feel so wanted by someone, even if he continues to have doubts that he was truly anything special in Alexei's eyes. The sense of warmth almost causes his petulance to ease up.
-- But then he's reminded again what sort of relationship this is, how easily this boy he's developed a reluctant attachment to would have another man or woman in his bed. That's what it comes down to, isn't it? The real reason he feels so irritated.
It's difficult to resist that touch, even if he's very much still annoyed. Megumi leans up against the other boy's built body, chest to chest, and their crotches pressed hot and close. Still, he has to express his irritation somehow, so he shoots Alexei a glare then turns away, denying him that kiss he was probably expecting to come. ]
Do what you want with them then. I don't care. [ Passive aggression. ] Just keep it out of the classroom.
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that's the way he likes it, and as much as megumi might like to think that he maintains his own unfathomable expression, they've been spending enough time together now that cain is more than able to read between the lines and parse him out, all those little things he tries to hide, to keep for himself. he can read between every single damned line and tear through those defenses like they might as well be made of tissue paper, and while it might be a defense mechanism on his own part β reading others, while keeping himself perfectly separated β he β¦ he likes being able to figure the other boy out without too much effort.
( sometimes, he thinks he may as well read him like braille with as often as his hands have traced over the lines of him by now, committed every edge and angle and reaction to memory, just to be able to exploit them when he deems it necessary, use the heat and the attraction between them to his advantage without a single thought to anything else, though it goes quite without saying that he could lose himself in watching megumi fall apart for him. every single time.
but that's a thought for another time. )
the fact of the matter is that there has been no body other than megumi's in his bed since they'd started this β whatever it is, and he hasn't exactly been going out of his way to fix that; it might just be because he's getting comfortable that he feels the need to stir things up, to make the other boy jealous any way he can because he's never allowed himself to have anything nice for very long.
( something something self-sabotage, something something he doesn't deserve it, yadda yadda yadda β )
megumi turns away from him, denies him that kiss and he briefly bares his teeth against the slope of his neck, all that pale, unbroken skin practically begging to be made into a patchwork of bruises but he ends up nosing at the sensitive patch of skin just beneath his ear instead. just above his scent gland. )
Oh, you care, sweetheart. I can smell it on you. ( he practically purrs it against the cover of his skin, hands smoothing down over the curve of his ass and dragging him forward even more, like there isn't already negligible space between them, and like the other boy won't be able to feel the half-hard length of cain's cock pressing hot and thick against his thigh even through the layers of their clothes. )
I didn't take you for the jealous type, but I don't mind it. S'kinda cute.
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The face nuzzled beneath his ear makes him shudder, the lavender-like scent coming off him characteristic of desire and some frustration, not unlike the scent of a heat. Megumi's always taken suppressants to avoid the breeding frenzy that came with heats. He also took them ... to avoid any particular accidents given this reckless behaviour they would engage in (And it's been so hard to stop, despite his logical brain telling him he should.) The hard length against his body, one he's grown familiar with, only heightens his arousal, making him hotter and wetter with that need. He sighs against it, feeling like he wants to peel off all their layers. ]
Who's jealous? [ This guy. Denying it would make him a broken record at this point, and he's far too bothered to really take that time to think of another rebuttal, so he leaves things as that. Right now, he really just wants to get all of his pent up frustration and annoyance out of him. ]
They wouldn't know you like I do. [ What Alexei likes, what he dislikes, his bloody real name ... It's strangely intimate to remind Alexei of that, almost like he's a scorned lover trying to establish their place. Familiar. It isn't like Megumi's wrong. He does know what the other boy likes - that he likes to mark up smooth skin, that he liked it rough and pumping most of the time but there were those moments they would entwine their fingers ...
Spurred on by his spite, he makes a note to remind the other boy properly, shifting to put the full weight of his ass on that hardening cock and moving things along with a few unchaste grinds, allowing the thick length to sit between his cheeks and tease him from beneath their layers. He also starts to pull open his buttons, inviting the other boy to touch, as he often seems to want to. ]
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cain inhales deeply when he still has his face pressed into the side of his neck, letting the scent of him sink into him like something tangible, beneath his skin, warm and pleasant and so damned familiar he catches himself thinking ( sometimes ) that absolutely nothing else could compare.
it's damned easy to stay like this, and he hates it and loves it in equal parts, because one side has always known he would be on his own, would need to be on his own while the other wouldn't mind so much being paired with someone that wanted him just as much as he wanted them. he doesn't know how much of that is biology and how much if that is his latent need that he'll ( probably ) deny until the choice has been taken away from him, but as an alpha β¦ the chance of choice being taken away from him in any capacity is slim to none, and that alone is enough to protect him from whatever codependency he thinks he might need.
( stupid. stupid, alexei. you know it wouldn't be so bad to be mated. to him, especially. and not only because you can't stand the thought of anyone else coming close enough to touch him. )
he can smell the slick of his arousal, could even before but with every moment that passes, every increment of space between them that disappears he finds himself practically dizzy with it, and when megumi settles his full weight against the length of his cock, draws him achingly close even through their layers a growl rises from the back of his throat like he can't think to keep it to himself, low and grating and wanting as he reaches to take care of those buttons himself and touch like the other boy knows all too well he wants just as badly as everything else. )
True. ( he lilts, pushing beneath his topmost layer and immediately seeking to pinch a nipple between thumb and forefinger while his free hand rests possessively at a slender hip. ) The way you say it β¦ makes it sound like you don't want 'em to.
( which sounds an awful lot like an accusation coming from him, but if you've known him for as long as megumi has β or maybe even for like, thirty seconds β you'd know that that's just how he comes off. accusatory. coarse. more than a little bit mean when he wants to be.
he leans up to bite at the swell of his bottom lip, a teasing sort of distraction as he hmms in the back of his throat and suddenly flips their positions to put the other boy on his back, grinding down between his thighs with purpose. if you're going to be that way about it β¦ )
Not sure I want 'em to either, thinkin' about how sweet it is you want me all to yourself.
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The attention to his chest is exactly what he had been asking for, and Megumi winces, the small nub hardening under the boy's fingers. He's flipped with little resistance, feeling his heart race as that built form goes pressing him down into the sheets. The weight brings with it warmth and safety, and deliberate ground between his legs has his arousal spiking immediately, dick hard in his pants as other parts of him start to slicken in anticipation. ]
If you know -- [ It's too hot, and he's aching. He wants to move this along. Megumi starts to shove at his pants, trying to get them and the underwear off. ]
then don't toy with me again. [ Finally, the layers constricting him are off, and his cock springs out from the elastic of his briefs, hard and a clear picture of arousal. Over time he's lost a lot of the bashfulness he had when the first started out, his experience now lending itself to a brattier, more sullen and demanding attitude. The fact that he's often some manner of irritated when the other boy is involved certainly helped things. Green eyes fix expectantly on Alexei, long fingers trailing down his chest and hooking at the elastic of his pants. ]
Strip. [ At times, Megumi was the picture of a good omega - poised, soft-spoken and polite. He shows a different side when around Alexei, however. Often motivated by spite and the adrenaline of the situation, he speaks his mind, demanding what he wanted. ]
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except you want to protect him, that distant part of him says, rumbles in the back of his head like rolling thunder, the alpha part of him that wants a familiar warmth and a familiar scent to come back to every single time, and not wonder whether or not he's managed to find someone else that will give him what he doesn't.
( not what he can't, because it's there and he has it in him. once he realizes this has already gone so far beyond the physical that they're in the next goddamn timezone. )
alexei laughs, a low, abbreviated thing in the back of his throat when the other boy starts pulling at his layers for himself; he likes that he's lost some of that shyness, likes a partner that knows what they want and isn't afraid to take it β or at least insist on it, and there has always been something about meguim's pinched, sullen expression when he's left to be patient that makes him want to draw it out even longer, prolong pleasure for the sake of being able to see just how long he can hold out, but at the same time β¦ )
Always gonna be a bossy little shit, aren't you?
( he gives over easily, but there's a softness to his voice that is only ever there for the boy beneath him, and without even realizing he's even moved at all he's reaching to pull at his own buttons, pulling fabric over his head to bare himself from the hips up as he then reaches to finish divesting the other of his own clothes, pants and shirt and everything gone and he's so gloriously bare beneath him that he has to stop and admire the blank canvas spread out like an offering just for him.
he spreads megumi's thighs, fingertips ghosting over the remains of bruises from not too long ago, but he thinks β¦ they're faded enough that they merit painting over the surface of him again, and he hmms in the back of his throat as he leans down over him, touches edging dangerously close to where he knows he's slick and wanting for him.
his nose bumps against his jaw, up to the corner of his mouth, and he kisses him unexpectedly sweetly. slow, warm, soft. ) Just so you know. ( he rasps, voice gone thick with arousal. ) Nobody could come close to you even if they tried.
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It's those moments that he thinks about when he's lying alone in bed, holding the jacket Alexei had lent him on a whim and taking in the calming scent. Megumi was cold that day, as he often is, and the other boy was feeling up to a bit of chivalry. He hasn't returned it yet. He's hoping that Alexei will just forget.
He's showing that same tenderness right now that makes Megumi think about him. The kiss is soft and slow, and wrapped in the arms of the other boy as they kiss sweetly, it feels so safe. His face flushes pink as his usually furrowed brows soften, and Megumi kisses back, closing his eyes and exploring Alexei's mouth as his long fingers grip his muscled back. If Alexei is just using him as a means to pass the time, he's too cruel to be treating him with this tenderness.
But then he goes and says something that gets Megumi's hopes up. ]
Do you ... really mean that? [ There's arousal in his voice too as well, a soft and distracted rasp, but the tone he uses is much softer than before. Looking up at Alexei, he brushes those blue locks away from his eyes, fingers now holding his chin. ]
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he's thought it before, and he's thinking it again now; it isn't going to be enough until he properly claims him, until he mates him and they belong solely to each other. he's never been in the habit of getting ahead of himself, young as they both are, the thought of mating should be a carefully considered one but he can't get the thought out of his head to save his goddamn life.
he remembers lending him his jacket. he hasn't forgotten. but he has smelled his own scent on him some mornings when he presses in close before they go their separate ways, and he knows he's keeping it for a reason. has to be. he doesn't mind.
in fact β¦ he likes the thought of it. thinking of him curled up in bed and inhaling the scent of him, maybe wrapping himself in it and falling asleep. he likes it a whole hell of a lot more than he probably should. than he has a right to.
he kisses him like he deserves to be kissed, soft and slow and thorough, giving the whole of himself over to it as he lets the full weight of his body press the other's into the mattress, so much warm skin beneath his hands and he wants to map out every single inch of it like he hasn't already and when that question comes β
do you really mean that?
alexei purrs, allowing his chin to be held, never once breaking that eye contact just so he's sure he gets his point across. ) Have I ever lied to you, Megumi?
( yes, i mean it. )
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And Megumi's realising that Alexei has always been like this. When not actively trying to rile him up, he's always been capable of tenderness. ]
You've never ... [ He might say things to get him peeved or actively try to push his buttons, but lie and play with his emotions - that, he's never done. Perhaps Megumi's had his guard up for so long, fearing that allowing himself to be vulnerable would only lead to disaster. He would be lying if he claimed to never have considered it - giving all of himself to this alpha, and sealing the deal so that they would belong to each other and no one else.
Alexei's weight against him is exactly how he likes it, warm and possessive, holding him in place so he can think about nothing else. The kisses are also how he likes them, tender and passionate, like the other boy was putting his all into making him feel like there was someone out there who loved him. It's all making him so giddy, so lost in the moment and hopeful that something else could transpire from their relationship that started off as a way to kill time. He could be foolish to wish that, but there's also trust that he has in Alexei.
It's that trust that has him acting like he's never acted. Megumi's always been an expert at suppressing his biological urges, but this one time, he allows it to happen. Gripping onto Alexey's back, he crooks his head to the side, revealing the bare and unmarred skin of his neck. He knows about the significance of it, so he's always been protective of this area, but today -- a certain emotion has completely ensnared him. ]
I've thought about it. [ Megumi isn't one for words. Instead, he expresses his desires by guiding Alexei's hands to where he wants them to be, thighs spreading as he urges Alexei's fingers to where he's become so slick. ]