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[He doesn't feel well.
It takes him longer than it should to figure out why. The suppressants he's on usually mask the symptoms, though they can never get rid of them entirely. He's used to being hot, itchy, and irritable when his body starts to ramp up, but he's never felt quite like this - lightheaded, thirsty, like his body isn't getting enough nutrients. He eats, calls to tell Sae that he'll be sick today, arranges all of the blankets in his apartment into a pile and covers himself up in them, shivering, lonely.
And then Akira texts him.
'darts at penguin sniper. you should come'
Akechi reads it and tosses his phone aside, pulling the blanket higher over his shoulders. He closes his eyes, thinks about when he can take the next dose, thinks about trying to switch medications, but it's a bit too late for that now. The suppressant is still keeping the worst of it at bay: he's not desperately horny, he's not clawing out of his own skin. He just feels... warm, flushed, sweaty.
His phone vibrates again.
'its for teambuilding'
He shouldn't - he really shouldn't, but Akira hasn't invited him out with the others yet and this is his chance to get in good, to start to work his way closer to the heart of the group and gain their trust. Akechi squeezes his eyes shut tight and thinks that he might feel better after a shower, might feel presentable at least. His fingers tighten on his phone.
'I'll be there in twenty minutes,' he types, 'Thank you for the invite.'
The medication does a good enough job at blocking the pheromones and scent he gives off that he doesn't have to worry too much about alarming others, unless they're pressed right up against him. His status as an omega isn't exactly public knowledge, but it's not his most closely guarded secret either. Akira probably knows, at any rate.
With a groan, he gets up and untangles himself from the blankets, sets them up nicely again when he stands (he's the only one that will see them, use them, but his instincts still want him to make it nice, make it comfortable). After a quick shower, he's feeling better - less sweaty, anyway, which is just as well because he wears his gloves, his coat, even a light scarf, smooths out his hair, takes another dose of medication, and leaves.
The cool evening air is refreshing. He almost feels normal again as he makes his way to the darts club. No one gets close enough to him to think about harassing him. This is going to be fine.
He steps inside and lifts his hands to undo his scarf before thinking better of it, keeping himself wrapped up as he offers a small smile to Akira and the others he'd brought. He shakes his hand, his gaze traveling across the room. Assessing threats. He feels too warm for this, but the most recent dose is kicking in, giving him a bit more energy. He should be fine. This is too important to pass up.]
Thanks again for inviting me, everyone. I'll do my best.
[Playing a precision game is definitely going to pose an interesting challenge, isn't it?]
It takes him longer than it should to figure out why. The suppressants he's on usually mask the symptoms, though they can never get rid of them entirely. He's used to being hot, itchy, and irritable when his body starts to ramp up, but he's never felt quite like this - lightheaded, thirsty, like his body isn't getting enough nutrients. He eats, calls to tell Sae that he'll be sick today, arranges all of the blankets in his apartment into a pile and covers himself up in them, shivering, lonely.
And then Akira texts him.
'darts at penguin sniper. you should come'
Akechi reads it and tosses his phone aside, pulling the blanket higher over his shoulders. He closes his eyes, thinks about when he can take the next dose, thinks about trying to switch medications, but it's a bit too late for that now. The suppressant is still keeping the worst of it at bay: he's not desperately horny, he's not clawing out of his own skin. He just feels... warm, flushed, sweaty.
His phone vibrates again.
'its for teambuilding'
He shouldn't - he really shouldn't, but Akira hasn't invited him out with the others yet and this is his chance to get in good, to start to work his way closer to the heart of the group and gain their trust. Akechi squeezes his eyes shut tight and thinks that he might feel better after a shower, might feel presentable at least. His fingers tighten on his phone.
'I'll be there in twenty minutes,' he types, 'Thank you for the invite.'
The medication does a good enough job at blocking the pheromones and scent he gives off that he doesn't have to worry too much about alarming others, unless they're pressed right up against him. His status as an omega isn't exactly public knowledge, but it's not his most closely guarded secret either. Akira probably knows, at any rate.
With a groan, he gets up and untangles himself from the blankets, sets them up nicely again when he stands (he's the only one that will see them, use them, but his instincts still want him to make it nice, make it comfortable). After a quick shower, he's feeling better - less sweaty, anyway, which is just as well because he wears his gloves, his coat, even a light scarf, smooths out his hair, takes another dose of medication, and leaves.
The cool evening air is refreshing. He almost feels normal again as he makes his way to the darts club. No one gets close enough to him to think about harassing him. This is going to be fine.
He steps inside and lifts his hands to undo his scarf before thinking better of it, keeping himself wrapped up as he offers a small smile to Akira and the others he'd brought. He shakes his hand, his gaze traveling across the room. Assessing threats. He feels too warm for this, but the most recent dose is kicking in, giving him a bit more energy. He should be fine. This is too important to pass up.]
Thanks again for inviting me, everyone. I'll do my best.
[Playing a precision game is definitely going to pose an interesting challenge, isn't it?]
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Still.
Still.
Ryuji had his qualms about it but he'd keep them to himself, instead just giving a lazy wave back as Akechi arrives and continuing his conversation with Yusuke. He didn't need to give any more attention to the detective prince than he needed to and was content to mind his business until —
Until he caught a certain scent on the air. He isn't sure what it is but it smelled good and for a moment, he thought it might be food. So, he got up from his seat and wandered past the group as the others continued their conversations and got set up for darts. He follows the scent on the air until he ends up standing behind Akechi, sniffing a little and realizing it's coming from him.
... Could anyone else smell that? He glanced towards Akira but Akira didn't seem to notice anything and the others also seemed in their own worlds. So, no, it just seemed to be him.
Ryuji's always had a good sense of smell. An incredibly potent one, really, due to his genetics as an alpha. He was what people would call a high level alpha, presented early as one, never had any guesses what his secondary designation would be, and his instincts were sharpened well as a result. Perception sharp, sense of smell better than most people's, reflexes better than average. It made him a good athlete and, he had his suspicions, but it was part of why Kamoshida hated him.
So, sometimes he smelled things he shouldn't. His nose could get past even the best of suppressants with a bit of practice. He doesn't know why he never noticed this scent on Akechi before but then again, he'd never paid him much attention before. He's a little dumbstruck, a lot confused, and the alpha part of his brain wants to smell that scent some more.
Agh, get it together, Sakamoto.
It's then that Akira calls him to come up and take his turn on the darts so he does so, passing by Akechi without a glance and trying to put the scent of him out of his mind. ]
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He doesn't know why. It's just - a quick blip. He has to focus. He stares at Akira again, but he's already stopped talking and Akechi struggles to remember what he said. A doctor. Bandages.
A small cheer brings him out of his haze and he looks over to see Ryuji's score on the darts board. It's a good score, he's clearly got the right kind of reflexes for this kind of thing, and he's staring so long that Akira asks him if he wants to play. Akechi nods quietly, moving to stand.]
701, right? [he asks, more confidence in his voice than he really feels,] Don't disappoint me, Joker.
[Akira hits the first three bullseyes as if it's nothing. Akechi watches, lifts his hand when he's hi-fived, and just that short brush of contact makes him shiver. He lets out a quick breath as he takes the plate of darts and stares at the dartboard. Akechi can hear the casual chatting from across the room it seems, can hear the clink of forks and glasses as they hit the tables, the sounds of pool cues hitting the balls and knocking them into the table. Focus - focus.
The first dart is a bulleye. He no longer feels smug enough to smirk. His eyes wander again, and he thinks about the short contact from when Akira had hi-fived him. He thinks about his empty nest at home. His gloves feel too slippery, it's hard to hold the next dart. Is he sweating? He feels flushed.
The second dart barely misses the center.
Not so bad. Someone ribs him for it, and Akechi grits his teeth while the world blurs at the edges. He shouldn't have come out here. He shouldn't have - he needs to be touched, fuck, he needs to go home and curl up in his blankets, he needs to wash his face again and take another dose, he needs to -
The third dart bounces off the edge of the board and falls to the floor.]
Sorry.
[He takes a step back, realizing suddenly, how many eyes are on him. Do they know? Can they tell? Frustration grips him - focus, he has to focus. Akira doesn't know what to do, can he even tell what's wrong? Akechi watches as he moves down the lane to pick up the dart, confused.
Akechi stumbles backward then, swallowing hard.]
I'm just a bit lightheaded.
[His mouth is dry. He doesn't know - does everyone know? Can they feel it, even now? This is too fucking important to blow on something as stupid as this, and Akechi squeezes his eyes shut for a moment, as if he can overcome a millennia of biology, instinct, and breeding with just the sheer force of his will. Come on. Come on.]
Just a moment, please.
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In the end, he's so focused on Akechi that he misses his actual attempts at the darts. There's a blink and he watches as Akechi moves to pick up his dart from the floor and he finds himself confused. Wait, Akechi ... missed? Akechi never misses. Ryuji frowns, then stuffs his mouth with another pretzel.
He's not paying attention to the conversation. He's not paying attention to much of anything. But his eyes are fixed on Akechi, on the flush on his face, the almost imperceptible way that his breathing stutters. His nostrils flare and he breathes in more of that scent, the scent that's starting to make him feel starved.
He eats another pretzel.
Distantly, he hears someone, one of the girls, say hey, can anyone grab Akechi-kun some water? and Ryuji is on his feet before he even knows. ]
I'll get it.
[ Off to the bar he goes, but he doesn't like the fact it drags him away from that perfect scent. He still smells it, even the further he gets away from Akechi. He tilts his head to the air and sniffs when he waits at the bar, waiting for that glass of water. He breathes it in, eyes falling closed, before the waitress clears her throat and hands him the glass. Right, right, okay.
He'll be back then — appearing next to Akechi before he knows it and he offers the glass of water to the other boy. But... his pupils dilate and he sniffs the air again. His mouth goes dry and he feels the desperate, terrible urge to dig his canines into ... something. He needs to focus.
Before he can stop himself, his mouth is opening and — ]
Aren't you warm?
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Before he can be handed the darts again, Ryuji appears next to him with water. Akechi needs water, needs a drink, and he turns to thank him - and hesitates.
This close like this, Ryuji is all he can smell, that hypermasculine scent filling his nostrils, clinging to the air around him. He's immediately thrown off by it and he can barely lift his hand for the water. Ryuji is speaking and Akechi can hear the sound of his voice, but it sounds so far away when his body reacts to the sudden onslaught of that scent, so close to him.
Who else here could know? He glances at the others. Yusuke, Ann, Haru - they're all betas, it's likely that they couldn't tell. Makoto, he's never been sure about, but she's watching what's going on with hawkish eyes and he thinks that she knows more than she's letting on. Akira, though... Akira should know, but he's playing it as cool as ice, as if he barely even notices that Akechi's world begins and ends with the heat on his throat and the scent of another alpha in the air.
He looks at Ryuji and this close, this intimate, his head feels even more clouded with it. Isn't Ryuji some kind of elite alpha? Akechi has never felt this way around him before - but then, he's never been near him when he's this close to a heat before. Something in his chest clenches, something low in his gut just gives, and suddenly Akechi can feel the first drip of slick escape his body, held against his skin.
Fuck. No. The suppressants should be blocking this. They shouldn't let anything like this happen, but just as he feels it, he knows that Ryuji can probably smell it too: Akechi, wet for him before they've barely spoken three words to one another.]
No. I - um.
[The only way out of this is to aggressively pretend like it's normal, right? Just like Akira is doing - and Akechi spares him a glance, sees that he's waiting for Goro to finish their game, before quickly taking the water from Ryuji's fingers, downing it in a quick few gulps, and pressing it back into his hands.
Don't touch him. It's too much. He wants him. Fuck, he wants him.]
I get... cold.
[Ryuji is too close to him still. It sets of alarm bells in his head, and Akechi can't focus at all, can't take the darts up from Joker, can't do anything but sway toward his boisterous friend, as if he's unsteady on his feet, as if he'd do anything to be closer to him, as if dragging himself away from Ryuji is the worst possible thing he could do at that moment.]
Actually, I need to wash my face. Excuse me.
[He leaves the game, leaves Akira hanging and tears himself away from Ryuji before he does something he'll regret. The medication, the doses - he doesn't understand why they aren't working, doesn't understand how he can still be this hot, this flushed and needy after he'd been feeling fine a few moments ago. Akechi takes a step back, wrenching himself out of Ryuji's orbit and flees, as casually as he can, for the bathroom.
Once inside, he moves for the sink and peels off his gloves, pulls at his scarf so he can wash his face properly, relish the cold water against him and try to help satiate this fucking heat that feels like it's going to eat him from the inside out.]
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What an idiot. He didn't need to do that.
Ryuji makes an unhappy noise in his throat, a huff like that of a dog, and gets a raised eyebrow from Akira in response. The unasked question — are you okay — and Ryuji doesn't know how to answer it. He feels like he's being torn apart into pieces suddenly because Akechi is clearly sick and Ryuji isn't able to take care of him and — and that's ridiculous. Since when has he cared about Akechi like this?
His alpha instincts are getting his wires all crossed. He squeezes his eyes shut and sniffs the air again, feeling that tantalizing scent touch his nose and fade off towards the bathroom. He needs to smell it. He needs to. ]
Be right back.
[ He says it quietly before turning and heading off without waiting for an answer. The others are busy and they're not paying attention to Ryuji. Or Akechi. He knows this, so why is he feeling so stressed out?
His footsteps lead him to the bathroom just like he expected them too and he's pushing open the door, stepping in just as Akechi finishes splashing water on his face. When Akechi opens his eyes again, Ryuji will be behind him in the mirror, a frown on his face and his hands stuffed into his pockets in order to keep himself from reaching out and touching the other boy. ]
If you're sick, you shouldn't have come. We wouldn't have held it against ya.
[ Because that's totally a reasonable thing to say when he's so clearly followed Akechi into the bathroom. But there's no one else in here, Ryuji can smell it, it's just the two of them and Ryuji doesn't realize he's stepping forward until he already has, lingering behind Akechi and so close to touching him. He leans in slightly and breathes in his scent, feeling that delicious scent move through his body and make the alpha in him ache to take care of this sick omega. He wants to take him home. He wants to make him feel good. God, he feels dizzy. ]
... Why are you tryin' so hard?
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He's trying to be subtle about it, but all of Akechi's senses feel hyperalert, trained solely on Ryuji behind him. He looks up into the mirror, his face still damp, his throat barely exposed under his loose scarf and he - god, he needs to somehow hold his breath. His heart hammers in his chest and Akechi tries not to react to the smell of an alpha behind him, so close to him, tries not to signal how much his body is keening at the thought of being taken care of, being touched...
He finishes washing his hands and reaches for a paper towel, to wet it with the cool water and slide it over his neck. Diluting his scent, he hopes, and just giving his flushed skin some much-needed relief.]
I didn't feel sick when I left, [he lies - though it's not really a lie. He was actually feeling much better after the recent dose, with the fresh air on his skin. He doesn't know why that all went away so quickly.] I wouldn't have come if I did.
[It seems foolish now. Akechi frowns, stares at the faucet of the sink.]
I wanted to get closer to...
[To Akira, his tongue almost says, traitorously. To the rest of the group, he thinks, more charitably. Ryuji smells so good. Ryuji smells so good, and he could help him, couldn't he? He could touch him? Akechi bites at his lower lip. He feels like he's going crazy.]
This is the first time you guys have invited me out.
[It's a pretty poor excuse, but it's all he can really offer. He can see now, how foolish it was, when he's practically trembling with need.]
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He stays like that and watches Akechi with half-lidded eyes through the mirror. The other boy looks flushed and sweaty and Ryuji feels with a strong urge, the need to drag his tongue across his sweaty skin and taste his scent even more. Is this... is this really a cold? How could his instincts go so haywire if Akechi was just here with a cold?
But then he speaks, finishing that sentence that Akechi was too cowardly to say. ]
To Akira. You don't give a shit about the rest of us.
[ There's a growl in his voice as he says it and for some reason, that upsets him in a way it usually doesn't. This omega, desperate for the attention of another alpha. But he's right here with Ryuji and not Akira and he probably wishes it was his best friend here instead. Fucker. Ryuji gives another dog like huff and his head lowers a little, breathing in that scent again and tightening his grip against the edge of the sink.
Then, finally, after taking much too long, it clicks. ]
... Are you in heat?
[ Not a cold. Not a fever. But something much different, much more dangerous. The idea then that Akechi came outside during his heat, to see Akira, when he could've just stayed inside and not risked it — it drives Ryuji a little insane. This stupid omega. How many other alphas have scented him on the air? Have noticed his flushed cheeks and slim throat, begging for a bite? What a fucking idiot, Ryuji thinks, a deeply possessive feeling filling him as well. ]
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Ryuji is close to him. So close - too close. Akechi can feel his body heat, somehow, through the layers of Ryuji's shirt, his coat, his own shirt. His skin sings for it, reassurance, relief so close to him. Ryuji is an alpha, he's... he's right fucking there, and Akechi's eyes squeeze shut as Ryuji finally asks that damning question.
He opens his mouth, but what can he say? It's pointless to deny it when Ryuji is this close, intimate, smelling him. Akechi bites back a whimper, feels as his body reacts to the scent of him, the faintest trickle of wetness starting to leak into his underwear. He's ready, he's so ready to be claimed, and he lowers his head, his hair hanging low.]
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
[He finally says, answering Ryuji's question in a way. His feet shift further apart by an inch, his hips canting back in the slightest motion, seeking out Ryuji's body behind him - almost imperceptible, but he knows he can feel it. He's practically shaking, forcing himself to stay in check.]
I took a dose before I left. I was fine on the way here.
[Then he got close to their group, then he got close to Ryuji, then he felt the burning frustration of being ignored by Akira and smelled Ryuji so close to him, so helpful, taking care of him the way some animal part of his brain wanted. Fuck. Fuck.]
- you can't tell anyone.
[It's sudden, insistent. It's bad enough that Ryuji knows now, bad enough that he's already flubbed the game, blown his chance at getting closer to the others (to Akira)... he doesn't know what he'd do if this got out, if his vulnerabilities were laid bare to anyone else. It's something that Ryuji has on him now, and that's an extra fucking complication he doesn't need, but he can at least try to mitigate it somehow.]
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The way Akechi's body moves is not noticed by Ryuji consciously, but subconsciously. He arches into him and Ryuji takes a step closer, pressing flush against his back now. He slots his hips right up against Akechi's ass and slides his arms a little tighter around Akechi, bracketing him in in even smaller of a space. He's properly confined now in Ryuji's arms and Ryuji's chin drops down onto Akechi's shoulder. The other boy is a little taller than him but Ryuji is broad, manages to keep Akechi snug between his arms and against his body. ]
I ain't gonna tell anyone. Do you really think I'm that much of a jackass?
[ Said with a bit of derision. He huffs and turns his head to sniff more of that wonderful scent. His nose drags across Akechi's jawline and into his hair and he doesn't even think twice about his movements and how strange they may be. ]
You must really want it if your meds aren't workin'. I could smell you since the moment you got here. I can — [ He pauses, sniffs the air and presses a little tighter against Akechi. His voice lowers, as if just for Akechi and only him. ] I can smell your slick.
[ Idly, one of his arms finally raises and he wraps it around Akechi's waist, pulling him back flush against him and making sure they're touching from top to toe. He doesn't even think about what he's doing, doesn't even worry that this might be inappropriate. He's just... following his instincts and all his instincts are telling him that this is what Akechi wants. ]
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Ryuji confirms it too and Akechi's eyes sink shut, humiliated that Ryuji of all people can smell it, the unquestionable evidence of how badly his body wants to be fucked. He squirms in the other boy's grasp, but he's not trying to escape it. He doesn't think he'd be able to pull away from Ryuji if he tried right now, he needs him so badly.
He wants to spit out, it's your fucking fault, but he can't do that either, not when Ryuji is at least confirming that he'll keep this between them. He doesn't have to - Akechi knows that Ryuji isn't his biggest fan, and before now, he'd have thought that Ryuji would take any chance he could to push Akechi out of the group. The fact that he's willing to at least keep this secret is... a kindness that he didn't really expect, but he's pleased to hear. One tiny bit of good news about his situation.
Because, fuck, Ryuji is sinking his face into Akechi's throat, his jaw, as if he's trying to smell his pheromones straight from the source, and Akechi's instincts are going absolutely haywire at the feeling of an alpha so close to him, touching him, and somehow not fucking him.]
It's because of you, [he blames Ryuji even so - and he wants to sound more authoritative, more annoyed, but instead he just sounds like he's whining, his voice miserable and higher pitched than normal with his attempts to keep himself together.] I don't normally go out when I'm on them. I don't... get this close to an alpha.
[So then, the predictable next step would be to have Ryuji move away from him, to give him space to wash up and leave, to let the rest of his heat play out alone.
But that sounds like the worst kind of torment Akechi can imagine.
He pitches forward against the sink, his body shuddering against Ryuji's, hips pressing back against him more insistently, seeking the bulge of his cock, as if that could grant him any satisfaction. A drop of slick spills down the inside of his thigh. He can't think straight.]
I can't go back out there like this.
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Ryuji isn't thinking about much beyond the two of them here in this bathroom. He drops his head lower, nosing at Akechi's throat and looking for his gland. Of course then, there's that alpha urge to bite it — to bond them permanently together. He dismisses it as soon as it comes because he knows better. Taught ever since he was a little kid that you don't bite an omega's gland during their heat, when they can't properly consent. Yet still, the urge is there.
Then Akechi's voice again, distant compared to the smell in his nose, the warmth in his arms. I can't go back out there like this. Ryuji gives another rumbling noise and then Akechi will feel Ryuji pull back — which might feel awful, considering how plastered they were together a moment ago. But then Ryuji's arm is squeezing tight around Akechi's waist and he's dragging him away from the sink and into one of the bathroom stalls. He locks it behind him.
Then he's dragging Akechi back into his arms, back to chest, hips snug against his ass again. His arms curl tight around his body, enveloping him in his arms and his head drops back down to his throat. That's when he finds Akechi's gland and a moment later, Akechi will feel the slick, wet feeling of Ryuji's tongue dragging over the skin and licking up his scent. ]
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They're in the stall before he realizes what's happening, the door locked behind them and Ryuji pressed against him again, which is what he wants. He wants it in a dizzying rush, and he scrambles to be close again, to press his ass further back against Ryuji's hips, his head tipping back to let him access his throat, to inhale him and - fuck, fuck.
Ryuji won't bite him. He can't, even he has to know better than that.]
You - ah -
[He doesn't. He licks him instead, and the sudden, immense want that rolls through his body as a result is enough to short-circuit Akechi's mind, circumvent anything he was going to say. He goes boneless in Ryuji's arms then, his body singing with sensitivity as his heat rushes through him, encouraged by the sudden proximity, the feel of his scent glands being stimulated.
Akechi reaches for his own pants, his fingers feeling like lead as he quickly yanks them open, pulls himself away from the fabric. The last thing he wants to do is get his pants wet with his need and make it even harder for him to get home after this.]
I need...
[He gasps, pushing them down. His modesty is still a little preserved by his longer coat hanging over his hips, but as soon as his jeans are out of the way, the scent of him hits the bathroom, overpowering, heady.
This is a disaster, a fucking disaster, but he can't get the sense of mind together to figure out what to do next, or really, any way out of this that doesn't involve getting off as soon as physically possible and then figuring out where to go from there.]
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The other boy seems to be in the same stay, unbuckling his pants and pushing them down. Ryuji notices this vaguely but it doesn't prepare him for the strength of his scent as he's completely uncovered and on offer to Ryuji. It tears a growl from his throat, teeth pressing into the skin of Akechi's throat. He won't bite, he won't break skin, he knows not to do that. But he does drag his teeth across the skin and presses a low rumbling growl into Akechi's throat.
His hands will move from where they're wrapped around the other boy and he's pushing that coat up, nostrils flaring as the scent of Akechi's slick hits his nose and makes him even more ravenous for the other boy. He's hard now, aching with it through his jeans and his hands are going to pull back to unbuckle his own belt, opening the fly of his jeans and just moving enough to pull his cock out. Akechi won't be able to see it in this position, won't be able to see how hard it is, how it leaks for him, but he'll feel it soon.
Akechi will feel Ryuji's cock, long and thick, pressing between his cheeks and rubbing against his wet hole. He doesn't linger in the foreplay, doesn't have the mind to when all his instincts are telling him to take. So, he does. A few moments later, Akechi will feel Ryuji's cock pressing into his hole, and Ryuji's hands return to his hips, holding him on either side. He presses deeper, deeper, deeper, until his knot is pressed against the rim and the tip of his cock is brushing against Akechi's prostate.
There's another rumbling growl from Ryuji then and he drops his forehead against Akechi's shoulder, breathing in hard as he adjusts to the tight, wet heat surrounding him. He just needs a few moments and then Akechi will feel it — Ryuji's grip tightening on him and his hips pulling back as he begins to fuck into his hole, hard and fast. The squelch of his slick audible to both of their ears while Ryuji continues to rumble, deep in his throat. ]
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He moves only slightly, only enough so that he can press his front up against the wall of the stall, so that he doesn't just get knocked around by Ryuji's thrusts. Like this, it's easier to just - give himself into it, to focus on the feeling of being split open on Ryuji's cock without preamble or negotiation. And it's... it's so good, and Akechi claps a hand over his mouth to muffle his whine as his body finally seems to be satiated. It's getting what it wants. He's getting what he wants, to be filled so full, plugged up by alpha cock.
Akechi's hand tightens on his face, mindless with desire as Ryuji just fucks him without a word, and he doesn't care that Ryuji probably hates him, he doesn't care that they're in public, he can't even bring himself to care that he won't be able to look him or any of the others in the eye after this - he just cares about Ryuji's fucking cock, hitting him exactly where he needs it most, assaulting his body with pleasure.
He forces his hips back, taking as much of him as he can, feeling the pressure of Ryuji's knot when it hits his rim, and he wants it - he feels like he's going haywire for it, he wants it just as much as he wants Ryuji's teeth to bite down over his gland, but even in his mindless pleasure, he can tell when something is a bad idea.]
Don't - [he pants, dragging his hand away from his face so he can speak, to warn him (and somehow, his voice still sounds authoritative, somehow he manages to get it out as if they're still in Mementos and he's chiding Ryuji on his approach to shadow killing),] - don't fucking knot me here.
[It's really, the last thing they need, to be tied together like this. He's already been gone for too long, and so has Ryuji - everyone will know, he thinks, but it would be even more humiliating if they were in here for the twenty, thirty minutes it would take for the knot to go down.
No matter how much he wants it. No matter how much he wants to beg for it, or how part of him wants to just get on the damn floor and present himself for it. Akechi's fingers reach up, curling over the top of the stall for something to hold onto as he just takes it, breathing hard, slick dripping to the floor.]
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So, now that he's a bit more coherent, he hears Akechi's words and makes a soft grunt, dropping his forehead against his shoulder and just focusing on fucking Akechi for a bit. His voice comes out, rough as gravel — ]
Fine. Later.
[ Because this isn't the end of it, is it? This is just the beginning of the two of them wrapped up together and Ryuji taking care of Akechi's heat. His feelings on that are complicated, if he could get to them under all his instincts telling him what to do. Part of him is aghast to be doing this with Akechi in the first place, is going to snap out of this later and be horrified at his actions. But another part can't help the pure satisfaction he feels at being able to take care of an omega during his heat.
Ryuji generally would consider himself a pretty responsible alpha, and not one to get lost in the sauce when it comes to his instincts. Yet he was completely blindsided by Akechi's scent and his heat and it's dragged him into a fugue state he doesn't know how to leave. He's going to have so many apologies to give later to the others when they notice he's disappeared.
And when they notice he's left, because the alpha in Ryuji has no intention of letting Akechi go even after he comes. ]
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Akechi's eyes sink shut. They're really going to do this, aren't they? It won't be over when he comes, won't be over when Ryuji comes, because he's going to need him again so soon, and now that he knows what it feels like to actually be sated, he'll never be satisfied with anything else.
He groans, trying to stifle the volume but unable to really keep himself quiet. It doesn't matter, none of his stupid pride or resistances matter, all that he cares about is getting Ryuji in him harder, faster -
And god does Ryuji give it to him. He's athletic, he's intense, he's pounding at him hard enough to make his head spin. Akechi grits his teeth, leaning his forehead against the wall in front of him while he clutches at it, helpless, the pleasure and satisfaction spiralling through him like a primal wave, and there's nothing he can do but ride it through, get caught up in it -]
Ah - ah, Ryuji - fuck -
[He clenches his teeth tight to prevent from crying out when he comes, his body going tight, pheramones blazing. It's good and his body goes rigid with it, trembling and needy as he spurts weakly against the wall in front of him. The substance is too thin, it's not enough - he feels like it'll never be enough.]
Don't stop, don't stop -
[His jaw unlocks and he pants it out, feeling as if he's breathing through a straw, too hot, too needy, desperate for anything Ryuji can give him, his body still tight, still wanting.]
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So yeah, intense is the right word for it. Ryuji keeps fucking into Akechi, over and over, pounding into him and giving him everything he needs as an omega. When Akechi comes, Ryuji doesn't stop either, continuing to work himself inside of Akechi over and over and over. Akechi begs, don't stop, don't stop and Ryuji responds with a rumbling growl, mouth moving to lick across the sensitive scent gland in Akechi's throat and scrape his teeth across the skin as if teasing for a bite.
It's not going to take him much longer. The scent of Akechi's release in the air, the pheromones he's giving off as Ryuji's tongue licks up his scent, it's all driving him forward into one hell of an orgasm. He needs Akechi now, needs him, can't bear to pull away from the other boy now that they're this entangled together. There's part of him, as an alpha, that has already claimed this omega as his own. It would be dangerous if anyone else tried to take Akechi from him right now, in this moment.
Which is what he's thinking of when he comes, pressing deep inside of Akechi's hole and holding himself there as his balls clench and then rope after rope of his release begins to fill Akechi. Thick ropes of come, sliding against his insides, mixing with his slick, making him almost slippery with wetness. Ryuji groans softly, pressing a kiss to Akechi's cheek before dropping his head to his shoulder as he nuzzles him.
He's so absorbed in this that he doesn't hear the sound of the door to the bathroom opening and two people stepping inside, chatting all the while. It's as they step inside that one of them exclaims —
Oh, god. Do you smell that?
No, what?
Oh right, you're a beta. You wouldn't smell it.
Yeah so tell me what it is, don't leave me hanging, man.
Someone definitely was in heat in here. The scent is strong. ]
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Especially with Ryuji nuzzling him, Ryuji pressing his tongue and teeth over his scent gland, a place that just makes him feel weak with longing - Akechi wants for nothing in this exact moment.
And then the door opens.
He freezes suddenly, all of his muscles going tight and tense as he listens to the footsteps in the bathroom and hears the voices and smells one of them. Ryuji is barely soft inside of him when he smells this second alpha and suddenly Akechi realizes just how bad this all could get. Ryuji - well, what had just happened here was mutual, even if they don't really like one another, Akechi had still asked for it, still wanted it.
The presence of an unknown alpha suddenly feels like a threat and Akechi feels like a rabbit, frozen in the sightlines of a predator. He moves slowly, achingly slowly so as not to cause any sound with his movements as he covers his face, his hand pressed over his nose and mouth. He doesn't want to smell this new alpha. As freshly awoken as his heat is, it makes his instincts react counterintuitively, as if to say I didn't get a knot from this alpha, maybe that one? - and he clamps down hard on that feeling, barely allowing himself to breathe.
He doesn't know if he should look back, but he does, risking a glance over his shoulder at Ryuji - once his most fierce detractor and still not someone who really considers him as an ally, but is now the only thing standing between him and the alpha out there. Akechi's eyes are wide when he meets Ryuji's, suddenly realizing how bad this all could get, realizing how stupid and vulnerable he's made himself by coming out here: an unclaimed omega in heat, able to be scented by any alpha who comes remotely near him.
It wasn't - he had the suppressants, this shouldn't have happened, but it did. He'd miscalculated somehow, and now he's easy prey.
He doesn't say anything. He can't, with the other men in there. But his eyes say it for him, locked onto Ryuji's own: help me.]
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Of course, then that feeling is interrupted.
The scent of another alpha on the air has him tensing up immediately, arms going tight around Akechi as if the other boy might bolt and go crashing into the arms of another alpha. Even the thought makes him want to growl and snap his teeth in reaction but he, thankfully, has the sense of mind not to do that. Right now, after his release, his senses are a little more intact and he can think straight. He doesn't need to succumb to his alpha desires.
The beta replies with a gross, in the bathroom like this?
The alpha goes yeah, probably some idiot omega didn't realize it.
That makes Ryuji want to snap again. His omega isn't an idiot. This was a mistake, pure and simple. He had his suppressants, how was he supposed to know that they wouldn't work around Ryuji? Because it's gotta be Ryuji's fault that he was set off, right? Though he's not sure how much of that is truth and how much of that is alpha pride.
But then Akechi is shifting in his arms and he's looking back at Ryuji with wide, desperate eyes and Ryuji knows what to do. Well, no, not really, but he's moving anyway. He lifts an arm from where it's holding Akechi around the middle and raises it until he's offering his wrist to Akechi. It's not the strongest point of scent on an alpha — throats and armpits and groins are, of course — but it'll get Ryuji's scent in Akechi's nose if he needs it and will help ground him.
Ryuji will lift his mouth to Akechi's ear then and quietly whisper — ]
Smell me.
[ He just needs to keep his omega calm and sated until the other alpha leaves. That's what he knows, that's what his instincts are telling him. The other two are talking though Ryuji isn't paying much attention to what they're saying, but he hears them using the urinals and soon enough, washing their hands. In the meantime, he keeps nuzzling Akechi, rubbing his face against his throat and his hair, soothing him as best as he can. Just calm down... just stay calm.
There are footsteps and then the door to the bathroom opening and closing again. After a few moments, it's clear they're alone again.
Quietly, Ryuji speaks — ]
We gotta get outta here.
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He has his alpha now. With every breath, more and more of Ryuji's scent floods him and Akechi goes slack as he breaths him in, lets Ryuji's presence calm his animal instincts. He's still going to be with this alpha, this alpha isn't leaving him, Goro has him and he can use him to sate the heat, to fill him and knot him and breed him the way his body so desperately craves.
It's enough to keep him still and calm as the other men finish their business. Akechi is only dimly aware of it - it's like everything is happening in a fog far away from him except for the feeling of Ryuji behind him, embracing him, pressing his face against him. He doesn't quite realize they're gone until Ryuji says something, which jolts him out of his reverie. Akechi blinks and looks back at him again, his tongue feeling heavy in his mouth. He wants to fuck him again. Ryuji just flooded Goro with his scent on the cusp of his heat and in doing so, helped to make Akechi's decision for him.
Him, him, him his body seems to sing, and there's no other choice he could make. Akechi shifts slightly, only enough so that Ryuji can slip out of him and he can turn, leaning in to bury his face in Ryuji's throat and inhale more of that musk that both calms him and stokes his heat further.
What did he say? Right, they have to leave. He can agree with that at least.]
There's a back way out, [he explains quietly, inhaling, flooding his senses with Ryuji's scent. It makes him feel lightheaded, difficult to focus, difficult to remember why he'd ever been apprehensive of Ryuji in the first place.] Through the bathroom hall. I...
[A soft panic grips him and Akechi reaches forward, his fingers twisting in Ryuji's shirt, clinging to him.]
- I can't go alone. Don't make me leave you.
[It's a soft plea, and not just because he thinks that an omega in heat in the streets of Kichijoji would cause a scene - also because Ryuji leaving him now seems like the worst possible thing that could happen, losing Ryuji's scent would be like starving himself. This close to the beginning of his heat, if Ryuji made him go alone, he'd probably wind up with someone else, find the next closest alpha and press himself against them - that feels unimaginable to him, like torture when he has this scent now. Akechi's omega instincts are bonding to him, choosing him, and he wants him more than anyone out there.]
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That's what he's thinking as Akechi turns and buries himself in against his throat. His arms come up automatically, one burying his fingers into the back of his hair, the other resting flat in the middle of his back, holding him to his chest. They need to get dressed, they need to leave, this isn't the right place to be at all.
He smells Akechi's distress before he hears it, the slight sour tinge to his scent that hits Ryuji's nose and makes him scrunch it up slightly. He's panicking and immediately, Ryuji's reaction is to soothe him, rubbing up and down his back and pressing a kiss to his forehead, to his cheek, nuzzling him gently with his nose. ]
I'm not gonna leave ya. I'll take care of you, okay? You're my omega. We just gotta get back to your nest. Together.
[ If Ryuji wasn't in such a fixed alpha state at the moment, he might second guess his choice of words. He's only taking care of him for his heat! Not indefinitely! And Akechi isn't his omega, Akechi is Akechi. This is definitely not what's happening. But deliriously, he can't bring himself to say that right now, his mouth moving before he can think and his instincts taking over.
His instincts being the thing that has him leaning in and kissing Akechi, finally. Probably a little backwards, kissing the other boy after fucking him but here he's doing just that. His kiss is gentle, sweet, a reassuring press of lips to lips and exchange of scent through saliva. He licks into Akechi's mouth eagerly, tasting him and enjoying what he gets. But still, he can't let the kiss get too far away from him, pulling off a little breathlessly before they can get too carried away.
After taking a moment to catch his breath, Ryuji instructs — ]
... Put your pants back on.
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Something slots into place again then, something warm and complete, and Akechi finds himself soothed for the first time since he can remember. Ryuji's lips just feel right against his and when he breaks the kiss, Akechi finds himself looking into his eyes, seeing just how much he wants him.
Ryuji wants him. What a strange sentence to think to himself.]
Alright.
[The instruction is easy enough to follow in theory but Akechi can barely break away from him long enough to do it. He's practically drenched in wetness, mostly his own slick, but a little of Ryuji's spend is there too, dripping between his thighs. Akechi hurries, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he cleans himself up as quickly as he can with the thin toilet paper in the bathroom stall before tossing it away. Once his legs are sort of dry again, he tugs his pants up, buckling them and giving Ryuji a small nod.
Leaving the bathroom stall is an odd feeling. It still reeks of the two of them and what they'd done, but each step out here brings more air, more clarity. Akechi washes his hands and winces at the sight of himself in the mirror: his clothes in disarray, his face flushed. He straightens himself briefly as best he can and turns to leave.
He hesitates before he opens the door and glances back to Ryuji. It takes him a moment to finally move, but when he does he reaches a hand out to him. Akechi wants to just touch him now, however he can. It helps to center him and he'll need that out there, when he's sure to be assaulted by the scents of other alphas on the way home.]
Let's go.
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Then Akechi is done and they're leaving the stall to go clean up a little at the sinks. Ryuji washes his hands as well, splashes water on his face to knock himself out of the fog he's in a little and blinks into the mirror. His pupils are blown and his face is flushed and his lips are red and clearly have been kissed. There's no returning to the group, even to say goodbye, not with how he looks here. ]
... We should just head out. I'll text Akira later.
[ Just a little acknowledgement there of anyone outside of the bubble they're in but then he's following Akechi out of the bathroom. When Akechi reaches to take his hand, Ryuji isn't even hesitating before bringing up their laced fingers to his lips and kissing Akechi's knuckles gently first. Then he drops them down and nods. ]
Yeah, let's.
[ He'll follow Akechi out of Penguin Sniper from there, following to the back exit that they can sneak out through and not be spotted by the group. He's sure they're all fine, that they'll text him just to see what happened but not cause a scene. He's old enough to take care of himself and just because he disappeared with Akechi doesn't mean anything.
But there's a brief moment, just as they're going through the door that Ryuji glances to the side and meets Akira's eyes. Akira must've been going to get a drink or something, on the other side of the game hall than the group. He blinks, surprised and then his hand is tugged along by Akechi and out they go through the door.
... Well then, maybe he doesn't have to text the other boy.
Once they're downstairs again and on the sidewalk, Ryuji will tug Akechi in close and press his nose to his temple for a moment, breathing in his scent. His hand stays in Akechi's grip but he doesn't move to let any space between them. If he could walk with Akechi in his arms, he would, because he's already feeling antsy with the space between them.
Idly, he licks a drop of sweat off Akechi's forehead and then nuzzles him as he speaks — ]
Where do you live?
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Well. He's not normally desperate for Ryuji's approval. He is now, but that's... different. Now, it feels like if there's more than an inch of space between them, his body will mourn the loss like the loss of a limb. He wants him, needs him with a sudden desire that feels all consuming.
The affection is still odd though, still a little jarring, and Akechi flinches when he feels Ryuji's tongue against his skin, his eyes sliding over to the street ahead of them. Just the task of getting home seems monumental, and Akechi feels himself shying away from others on the street, overly cautious. The street isn't busy this time of night and he can't smell any other alphas (especially not with Ryuji's scent so close and overpowering), but there's still a few people walking past them, and Akechi's eyes catch on each one as he struggles to place each of them, his instincts trying to figure out where it's safe, who he can be safe with.
Home. He needs to get home.]
Asagaya. It's a few stops away.
[The thought of trying to get on the subway like this is torture, but what else could they do? The walk would take far too long, he knows that his heat will kick back up before they could even hope to get back that way. It's only about fifteen minutes by train. He can handle that. Akechi leans into Ryuji with a frustrated groan, feeling his face flush a little.]
I'll be fine.
[He does not look fine.]
We should go now. Before it gets bad again.
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It's when Akechi flinches that he realizes he's going a little too far and reigns it back. He can lick and kiss and touch Akechi to his heart's content once they're back at Akechi's place, once they're in his nest. Which reminds him, he should text his mom, tell her what's going on and why he'll be missing for the next few days.
When he hears where Akechi lives, there's a bit of a grimace. Having to take the train is not going to be fun with what all the smells and the close proximity. He's going to have to take the lead here and make sure Akechi feels warm and safe against him. Automatically, he wraps his free arm around Akechi's shoulder and pulls him against his chest, pressing a kiss to his hair again as he breathes him in. ]
Yeah, you're right. We should go.
[ He doesn't agree with Akechi that he'll be fine, but it's Ryuji's job to make sure he's fine, isn't it? So after a moment, he lets go of the other boy and begins to lead him to the closest train station. He's kept his hand in Akechi's the whole time, fingers laced together and grip tight against the other boy. He doesn't pull away too far either, letting their shoulders brush together as they walk in step with one another. He's here just in case Akechi needs to stop and breathe him in, his eyes glancing in his direction ever so often as they make they way into the train station.
Even getting onto the platform is difficult, with the shift of smells and having to get their train passes out. But Ryuji sticks close to Akechi all the while, not wanting to let go of him for even a second. They get some glances from people they pass, Akechi's smell wafting past their noses and getting attention. But Ryuji is hypervigilant and narrows his eyes at anyone who looks at Akechi too long.
This is his omega. His. ]
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