It's back.
A faint scent, just enough to distract the ronin's attention. He couldn't remember when he smelt it for the first time, sweet flagrance that made his mind go blank a few seconds. And even now, he didn't find yet the source, it was maddening, like a glow left behind from times to times, just a reminder of its existence.
How could someone have such a pleasant scent ?
It appeared in the Rift during fights, in the quarters of the champions, other places and it went as quick as it arrived. Yasuo often wondered if the person was an omega and who it could be. No one had the same effect on his alpha's instict and it frustrated him to react this way.
He spent a few minutes following the thread, senses alert but it inevitably faded away, leaving him more puzzled than ever.
The next time it happened, Yasuo was seated in the gardens, meditating next to the quiet Wuju Master. It wasn't unusual that he accepted the invitation of the other swordman, it really helped him to relax and of course, he liked the company. The man had a sort of peaceful aura that never failed to soothe the ronin, as strange as it seems. Also, he was one of the few that he could consider as friend, since he didn't try yet to kill him. And doesn't look like he will try someday, thanks the gods.
Completely distracted, he glanced around them, maybe someone discovered our spot. Not a single soul, just two warriors and the whisper of the wind. His gaze drifted to Yi, thoughts running wild. No, it couldn't be him, as he sighed, somehow disappointed. The later, aware of the staring, shifted uncomfortably then looked at the ronin, breaking the silence.
« Hum, yes ? » voice unsure.
« Ah nothing, nothing ! Sorry for bothering you. »
The Wuju Master tilted his head, questionning eyes on the ronin that went back to meditating. I shouldn't have this kind of thoughts, blaming himself internaly. The shorter man did the same, a bit confused at the other's behaviour. Did I do something ?
An awkward silence followed, till the end of the day.
It's only in the privacy of his room that Yasuo let his mind wander. What if ? What if the swordman he respected was indeed the person he was lusting after ? He wasn't even sure that the other was an alpha. A beta then ? An omega ? It didn't make any sense, he would have known a long time ago, things like this didn't stay untold.
The ronin couldn't help but imagine what it would be, to bed the Wuju Master. After all, he was quite handsome once his helmet off. A shame he hid these fierce eyes. But what else was hidden by the armour ? The thought made his own body react despite himself, arousal pooling lower.
Yasuo took off his clothes then lay back on his bed, mind exploring further the fantasy. It almost scared him how fast it turned him on, a hand working him quick. He tried to take this slower but his urges made it difficult. Would he prefer to take me or be taken ? The idea forced a moan out of his throat and he increased the pace on his member. These geen eyes, staring back at him, cheer determination and wonder as he falls apart for him. Or the same emeralds, locked on him, glistening with the most genuine want as the ronin pleasures him. Yi... A last thrust then he made a mess of his hand, back arching off the mattress with a shiver. Panting, he fell back on the bed, surprised by the intensity of his climax as shame colored his face. Bad, bad, bad. He feared the next meeting, not sure if it was a good idea to face the swordman after this. He didn't need more alpha's problems thant he already had. You idiot, already falling for him.
Even if reluctant, he attended to their meditations, a part of him still basking in the presence of the shorter man. The later maybe noticed the more restrained silence and attitude, though he didn't press the matter and looked sometimes at the other, subtly. He's even less talkative than usual. Himself wasn't really sure about how to start a conversation with the ronin, guessing that he would prefer not to talk about his problems. It was a little saddening for him not being able to help, he always cared for him, even if it took a bit long for him to realize this. Like a twinge to the heart.
His thoughts were interrupted by a violent shudder that shook his whole body and echoed within him. By instinct, he clutched his arms around himself. Then he recognised the terrible sensation of cold washing over him, like in summer when it's so hot that the body feels the contrary. Oh no. He almost whimpered but kept it by bitting his lips. Not now, please.
Then he remembered where he was and more important, with who. Yasuo did saw the motion of the other swordman and at first guessed it was just a draught that he didn't expected. But the panic in the Wuju Master's eyes made him turn and reach for him.
« Hey, you're alright ? » his voice showed a clear worry.
When his hand grabbed the shoulder of the shorter man, the latter snapped and slapped it away in an impressive reflex, like it burned him. Yi stood up quickly.
« I'm fine ! » his voice betraying something like fear.
If he wasn't concerned before, sure the ronin was now. When the latter took his leave in a hurry, he reached again for him, this time keeping a firm grasp on the other's arm to look at him.
« What's wrong ? I know there is something. »
« Just let me go ! » voice louder, full of distress.
That's when he felt it. Again. The scent sweet like honey, more powerful and rich than ever, surrounding both of them. Oh. Without thinking, he embraced the shorter man, keeping him as close as possible while he nuzzled his neck, where the scent was stronger. Nothing mattered more than the warmth pressed against him and the taste of the other.
Yi froze totaly, brain trying to comprehend what was happening, so much he went blank of shock. And came back to his sense at the feeling of lips on his neck, trembling because his poor body was far too much stimulated on this freshly started heat. The worst (or the best) was Yasuo own scent that clinged to him a little, providing a curious sort of relief.
« Yasuo... ? » barely a whisper against skin.
Then in an instant, it stopped. The ronin pushed himself off the other, a worried look mixed with a kind of terror at his own actions. He took a few steps back, helpless about what to say or do to the Wuju Master, still not over what just happened. Then his treacherous condition reminded him of his needs. All he could do was to run away, to his room. Safe.
So Yasuo saw him go, even faster than what is known for, and stayed here, considering how much he fucked up. Well shit.
Yi made it to his room like his life depended of it, mind spinning on what just happened. He was so confused and his body wouldn't let him a second to calm and think, prefering to prioritize his need. Once the door closed, he leaned against it in an unsuccesful attemp to recover his breath. He was already in bad shape, the heat seeping in his blood made his own clothing unbearable.
Then it hit him, a heady flagrance, one that he knew wasn't his and it only fueled his lust. A strong scent for a strong man. It now seemed so clear, the reaction of the alpha to his own condition, he wasn't expecting that. Of course, he didn't know. The Wuju Master was as much responsible for this accident than the ronin. But he would be lying to himself if he said that he was indifferent to the possessive display, to be held so dearly. He burried his nose in his shirt, taking what he could of the strange scent it carried. In a way, it soothed the flames that consumed his insides, leaving instead a welcomed warmth. I shouldn't be doing this. Red colored his cheeks but he didn't move, inhaling deeply.
The omega stayed still when a knock at his door, the same that supported him, broke the silence of the stifling room.
« ...Yi ? » a voice asked and the shorter man couldn't deny how glad he was to hear it again.
Silence answered the Unforgiven but he kept trying. « I know you're in there. I can... smell it. Listen, I'm here to apologize »
The Wuju Master expected it from the other swordman but it still sent a shiver down his spine. Always with his honor he thought with a tired smile.
« It's my fault, I should have more control over myself » at the end, it was barely a whisper « I'm sorry. I don't know how you managed till now but tell me if you need help, anything »
He knew the offer was only polite, that he couldn't have meant something else but a part of the omega just craved for any kind of comfort he could find. A ruch of fear took him when he heard the ronin going away, a visceral instinct that spurred him into action, getting to his feet.
Yasuo, half disappointed half shameful, retreated, not wanting to bother further his friend. Then the door opened and he was yanked in the room without having the time to say something.
He was about to ask, to speak or anything but words abandoned him, leaving him speechless at the sight. Damn. Not that he could see much but he felt the warm body that was pressed against his, strong arms keeping him pinned to the wall. Even if the shorter man was still wearing his trousers, it was the less clothed he had been seen by the alpha, chest uncovered revealing a few pinkish scars, memories of battle carved into flesh. But he saw nothing hotter than the burning gaze locked on him, the raw need and the fever shining in it. A strange thought, beautiful sickness.
« Anything ? What did you had in mind ? » the tone had a bit of teasing but the question was genuine, voice tinted with exhaustion at his own condition.
Words failed the ronin, at the limit of disbelief, all this situation making it even more difficult to answer. Here he was, in the room of a not only omega but also close friend in heat and asking for it. That's fucked up.
« Take what you need »
It took little time for both to register what he just said : a full offering without conditions. The Wuju Master gave a deep groan and it was like any restraints fell in a clatter. This time, he was the one lavishing the other's neck with attention, licks and small nips and soon enough a dark myriad of bruises ornated the skin.
Yasuo gasped lowly under this passionnate worship then again whe he felt the effect it had on him, getting hard in no time. A sort of pace was set, a slow grinding against each other, just enough friction to sigh of relief. Hunger resurfacing, the omega pulled the alpha from the wall then pushed him on the bed, covering him with his heated body to maintain the contact and resuming their pace. The other swordman let him do as he pleased, thinking with anticipation of what was coming next while his hands made their way on firm muscles.
When it went lower and met fabric instead of skin, the ronin grumbled and finished to undress Yi, clothing thrown carelessly on the floor as the latter stradled him. Both relished in the sight of the other, disheveled and Yasuo thought that it might the first time he almost came just from a good eyeful of a gorgeous man. The shorter man also was greatly affected by the man beneath him, trembling as he took the other's cock in hand and gave a few stroke. Glorious. The latter sighed in the tight grip, growing impatient as he kneaded the swordman's ass and earned a breathy moan.
The ronin slipped his hand lower, probbing at the already wet entrance, pushing in two fingers just to be sure and that alone overwhelmed so much the omega. He forced away the hand to fulfill what his body craved, lifting himself to at last sink in one motion on the alpha's member. Despite his needs, Yasuo thought that he would take this slow : his surprise at the sudden warmth that engulfed him forced out one of the most debauched sound made in his life, echoed by an equaly depraved groan from the omega above him.
And no rest was allowed next by the heat, Yi setting already an urgent pace that left Yasuo no choice but to follow, thrusting not to indulge himself but in a more deeply rooted need, to satisfy the man now looking at him with half-lidded eyes, so full of desire. But he knew it wouldn't be enough so he swapped their position, the Wuju Master's gaze widening a few seconds in surprise, back on the mattress. An even more surprised keen made its way when a specific spot deep inside of him was touched the moment Yasuo slammed back home. From this point of view, he could see the telltale of tears glistening and a dark flush painting his partner's face. Yasuo stayed just above, noses almost touching as he asked softly :
« May I ? »
The omega's hands, previously gripping the sheets, snaked instead behind the taller man's neck to pull him into a crushing kiss, silencing a tiny sob. So much passion poured into this tight embrace, the ronin responded eagerly while he kept pounding in the pliant body beneath him and it felt so good and right. But already the first sign of his impending climax arrived so he gave all he had, body and heart to the man writhing in his arms. The instant he came, he felt the shiver run in his whole body as the kiss was broken, not by him but by Yi, crying out a name. His knot brought the omega to completion, a much needed release splattering between them. The silence was a stark contrast to the noises that resonnated a few instants ago, only punctuated by their breathing.
Then Yasuo noticed that the shorter fell asleep, while he was still inside of him and knotted for a little while. He couldn't not find it adorable the way he was, head turned on the side, so relaxed and peaceful, a part of the alpha purred at the idea of having satisfied his omega. No, not mine. The ronin lay down, trying not to awake the other man.
After maybe half an hour, he pulled out carefully then moved to stand and take his leave, even if it broke his heart a little. But a powerful grip kept him from doing so, a sleepy voice murmuring in the dark room :
« Stay... » arms now around him, back to the Wuju Master's chest. He continued, whispering next to his ear. « Please ? »
How could I say no ?
He went back on the mattress then swiftly changed their position so they could spoon. Yasuo thought he would melt in the fond feeling that warmed his heart when Yi nuzzled his collarbone, relaxing in the now familiar scent.
Too late, you fell.