As soon as he steps outside the heavy doors of the studio, Akihito suddenly feels a proverbial weight lift up in his chest before quickly being released just as it rises up into his throat. He feels the weight land in the pit of his stomach where it begins to dissolve, creating what feels like a bubbly, frothy mixture of cream but thick like tar. At first, he thinks he's imagining things. There's no way he's having what his body is saying that he's having. He quickly does the math and assures himself that he has three more months before his bi-yearly heat. So he tries shaking it off and ignore the obvious siren that's blaring in his head and continues on his way. But by the time he reached his Vespa, he comes to the realization that, yes, he's going into a heat.
Great...
At this point, he starts to quietly panic, knowing that what's happening is that he is going through the infamous instant heat. His first one. His mind begins to race, trying to recall information from high school health class that seems like a lifetime ago.
Instant heats, as the name suggest, are instantaneous which also makes them completely random. There's no way to know when an instant heat will occur, who is more prone to having them or how often someone will have them in their lifetime. Some people have them as often as they have their standard heat, two to four times at random moments throughout the year while others can have as many as seven in one year and then not have one for several years. Few are lucky enough to only have experienced an instant heat once or twice in their lifetime. The point is, they do happen and anyone that is capable of carrying children should always try to be prepared for such an occurrence.
In other words, for Akihito in particular, instant heats fucking suck and he doesn't want to be in this situation. Least of all in the middle of downtown Tokyo, blocks away from home and right after working a long and exhausting day at the studio with an egotistical photographer who believes that he's the next big star in the art world, snooty models who think that they're too good for the shoot, and their bitchy overworked managers who either eye Akihito like he's garbage or an intern who needs to fill up the coffee machine. I don't need this right now, he bemoans to himself rubbing his temples, knowing that he's gonna have to put off some projects he wanted to get done until later next week.
He releases a large sigh as he feels the bubbling tar-like substance in his stomach begins to seep into the rest of his body, creating a furnace that's threatening to consume him. His body temperature spikes and Akihito starts to feel a little woozy.
He remembers that instant heats are, thankfully, much shorter than a standard heat, most lasting just short of two days. However, instant heats are fast acting, meaning he has about an hour, maybe two if he's lucky before his mind is clouded by the so-called "heat fever" which normally wouldn't affect him until day two of a standard heat.
Getting on his Vespa, Akihito takes a deep breath and focuses on anything else but the overbearing warmth as it starts to crawl up his spine. He needs to keep his mind clear and not let the heat take hold of him yet. He grumbles to himself and he can hear his dad griping at him about not having a plan in place for when an instant heat occurs. Aki-chan, you know that instant heats are common in our family. You should always have a plan for when it happens to you! His dad's voice echoes through his head. "Yes, but does it have to happen to me now?" He complains aloud to no one in particular.
Suddenly Akihito feels the warmth stretch up to his neck and all the way down to his legs, making him feel weak and shaky. He grabs hold of the handles of his scooter and swallows down a moan as his vision becomes blurry around the edges. He already feels wet between his thighs and it takes him a moment to realize that he's subconsciously grinding against the seat of his Vespa. He stops and looks around to see if anyone in the parking lot notices him but luckily there's no one around. Shit, he probably has under an hour before it really hits.
He shakes his head and begins to mentally go through his list of options. He can't go to Kou's house; as a fellow omega Kou would be sympathetic to his condition, but he would also be at risk in starting his heat early. The domino effect is very real and Akihito doesn't want to be the cause of one. Takato's an alpha and mated so he doesn't need Akihito sticking up his apartment. Any other friends or acquaintances that he has, Akihito doesn't trust enough or couldn't fathom asking them to let him stay with them especially when he, technically, has his own place. So, option A is out which leaves him with option B: the penthouse.
Going to the penthouse is both the safest and the worst place to go. It's safe because its home and no one he doesn't know or want would bother him there. He could bar himself in the panic room that's hidden in the apartment, take some important essentials with him (i.e. water, snacks, vibrator…) and hide out there for the next 48 hours. He could also steal some of Asami's shirts and wrap them around a pillow and pretend that Asami's with him as he ruts against it like he did during his last heat. Akihito felt bad for throwing them away but he couldn't return the shirts; permanently stained and torn during the haze of his heat. Thankfully, Asami never noticed their absence.
Speaking of the alpha named Asami Ryuichi, he's the reason why going home is the worst place to go. While the panic room is scent-proof, it's not heat-proof. Akihito knows that his scent, like all those who go into a heat, will be four times stronger as it's supposed to attract potential mates and Asami would be the only "potential mate" around and he knows from personal experience that Asami's a little sensitive to his scent. Akihito was lucky the last time he had his heat; Asami had to fly overseas to South Korea for a business conference and was gone for nearly ten days. Akihito quietly had his heat elsewhere and by the time Asami came back, his scent had returned to normal.
Akihito reluctantly scratches the penthouse off the list. The next available option would be to go to the heat houses which aren't terrible as he has used them before, but government-run heat-houses are by appointment only as they only work with those that are going through a standard heat. There are for-profit heat-houses, but they charge an arm, and a leg, and your first-born child and probably your soul, but he'd have to read the fine print to be sure and he doesn't really have the time. Besides, Akihito doesn't have that kind of money right now.
Well...
He remembers he does have a certain alpha's credit card in his wallet. It appeared there about four months back when Akihito was complaining to Asami over a late dinner how Mitarai was stealing all of his gigs which was leaving him broke – well broker than normal. Asami didn't offer him money and Akihito wasn't asking for any but when he went to pick up groceries for dinner later that week, he saw the sleek black card tucked between his library card and used a gift card to a local chain restaurant that his father had given to him for his birthday. He didn't use it then, but he didn't return it either. Asami clearly has the money, but Akihito doesn't feel comfortable about spending that much money without letting him know. And to let him know that he's spending money on a heat-house…
Akihito sighs as he rubs his face in his hands. The reason why he's being so reluctant about getting Asami involved with this is at all is that he hasn't shared a heat with Asami yet.
They haven't even discussed the possibility of sharing a heat. Asami has never asked about Akihito's heat cycle so Akihito doesn't bring it up. Which is fine, heat sharing is a very serious step in any relationship and one that Akihito isn't sure that Asami wants to make. It's a traditional view but to share a heat is very serious to Akihito and instant heats are never the right time to discuss possible long-term commitments. Besides, things are fine the way they are, and he doesn't want to pressure Asami with something like this. There's no need to talk about mates or marriage when it's not necessary. Sure, he's occasionally thought (a lot) about being mates with Asami. He has given some (too much) thought about Asami being his alpha, about truly belonging to Asami, not just in possessive words but with a mark carved into his skin by sharp teeth, one that he could wear proudly knowing that he managed to snag such an attractive and powerful alpha. He feels heart begins to pound hard in his chest as his mind dares to start visualizing Asami drunk on his scent…
Breathing deeply through his nose, Akihito cuts off the train of thought. Don't think about Asami right now, idiot! He doesn't need to speed up the process of the instant heat any more than necessary by thinking about the alpha bastard. He can save his thoughts of Asami when he finds a place he can safely have his heat. And it needs to be somewhere close by as the longer he sits here, the faster he sinks into the rabbit hole and he definitely doesn't want to have his instant heat in a parking lot outside of his work.
That's when the light bulb goes off in his head: Sion has heat rooms! Not many, four or six at most but he remembers seeing them months ago when he snuck around the club, looking for the detective Imamiya while he was trying to bust a gun deal. It's not entirely uncommon for businesses to have heat rooms, especially in Japan but he can guess that Asami charges a nice price for the honor of using his (probably) fully furnished rooms. The man is always after a profit. He sighs as he turns on his Vespa, Well, I guess I can put this on my every growing tab, as he rolls his way out of the parking lot and heads to Sion.
Akihito manages to miraculously arrive at Sion without incident and parks his scooter in the back between the building and nearby dumpster, hoping that it will remain hidden while he's otherwise occupied. Sion doesn't officially open for another hour and usually has light security during daylight hours since Asami typically doesn't arrive until later in the evening. Luck seems to be on his side as he walks up to the back door that's connected to the downstairs kitchen as someone has left the door cracked open with a rock, probably to go on a smoke break. Slipping inside, Akihito quietly walks down the hall and makes his way up to the first and main floor of Sion.
Carefully, Akihito checks his surroundings as enters the main lounge area. It's a grand room, filled with plush couches and chairs and small, sturdy tables. The place is brighter than he remembers, the high ceiling lights casting a cool, fluorescent light on the dark wood accents. He sees the high-end bar on the opposite side of the wall, closer to the main entrance of the club and adjacent to the nearby kitchen. From the looks of things, it looks barren, but he knows that the club is wired and covered in cameras. A distant memory of Asami with his trademark smirk and the back-security room begins to filter into his mind. Akihito can taste his aftershave on his tongue as he remembers Asami fucking him on the couch after he set off the emergency alarm. He suddenly feels hazy and stumbles into a nearby booth. He steadies himself before shaking his head; the bastard's not even around and yet he's still distracting him.
He keeps a lookout for anyone. As long as he doesn't run into any of the staff or worse, Asami's personal guards, he should be able to make it to the second floor where he remembers the heat rooms are located before being spotted by the cameras. Stealthy as he can, he makes his way to the stairs next to where the more private lounge areas are located, not wanting to take his chance with the elevators.
However, walking up the flight of stairs is nearly too much for Akihito. Each step feels like he's being weighed down with concrete blocks for shoes and his legs are filled with jelly with each step he takes. Ugh, this heat might kill him. He has to stop halfway up the stairs to breathe; his body gets warmer like he's running a fever. Heh, guess that's why they call it a heat, he deliriously jokes to himself. He leans against the cool wall, an instant relief against his back as he ignores the semi-tacky but ever-present slick slowly travel down his legs. God, at least I'm wearing dark colored jeans today, otherwise, it probably looks like I pissed myself.
Gotta keep going, trying to encourage himself as he regretfully pushes himself to take the last flight of stairs.
When he finally reaches the second-floor door, he nearly misses the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. He waits, holding his breath and hoping that the person doesn't smell him as they walk by. He only opens the door after he counts to ten three times and checks the hallway like he's crossing a busy street before carefully closing the door behind him, trying not to cause any sound. He moves sluggishly down the hall towards the elevators, his hand never leaving the wall as he guides himself to where, he hopes, the heat rooms are.
Passing both sets of elevators, he comes to a nicely decorated hallway that leads off to what looks like a dead end on both ends. For a moment, Akihito thinks that perhaps he was wrong about the heat rooms until he notices the dark door that stands on the left side in the middle of the corridor. He can see a glint of a metallic plate on the middle of the door like a hotel room number.
As he stumbles up to the door, Akihito notices the electric keypad on the handle. Fuck. He hadn't thought of the doors being locked but of course, they would be. Nobody wants unwanted guests crashing in when someone's in the middle of their heat. He tugs on the door, but it doesn't move. He starts punching in numbers and watches as the keypad light up and he hears it make a small beep after he punches in six random digits but then it goes quiet. He waits to hear the release of the lock but hears nothing. He tugs the door again; it doesn't move.
Okay, it's a six-digit code. That narrows it down, he thinks to himself, sarcastically. The sarcasm doesn't really help but he's trying to remain calm as he presses six more digits into the keypad.
That's when a crushing wave of pulsating heat hits him, more consuming than the first one on his Vespa and he starts to shake uncontrollably. He leans against the door, the cool wood barely bringing him relief as the heat travels up his spine causing him to gasp aloud as the tremors begin to twist into his muscles. It's strange how this feels so good, like his body is doing a full-on stretch without actually stretching, his muscles straining before giving him a sense of euphoric relief.
He's not in pain, just horny as fuck. His dick is straining hard against in his jeans, and he begins to mindlessly grind against the door frame to try and create friction to help relieve himself.
The fear of being discovered by someone is still there, the unknown of what will happen to him when he's lost in the uncontrollable lust and pheromones but it's becoming less and less of a worry. Akihito tries to fight for sanity a little longer but then another wave hits him, and the world around him begins to look like he's looking through an out of focus camera lens. He sinks to the floor, onto his stomach, no longer able to stand up and he feels the cool tile floor against his flushed skin. His hips begin to make small circles to the floor, causing him to go starry eye as this new feeling on his dick causes him mewl. A small part of his brain is panicking and scrambling to think of what he can do, where he could go while the other larger part of his brain is soaking in pheromones, relishing in the feeling of his body as it slips further into his heat. He's moments away before he completely loses his mind when something manages to catch his fading attention.
He smells rather than hears someone approaching him. Akihito struggles to look up to see a young beta male, wearing the standard black and white uniform of a waiter, standing a few feet away from him with looking at him with shock mixed with desire. Akihito watches him swallow hard through hooded, glassy eyes.
"Uh, sir? Are-are you alright?" He asks, his voice light and shaky, "Do you-you need a-anything?" He takes a couple of hesitant steps forward, unsure what to do but the desire to get closer overriding his subconscious. Betas aren't normally as affected by heats as alphas are, but Akihito is in near-full form right now. He's meant to be as tempting as sin and fully ready fuck. This will probably the closest the beta will ever be to an omega in heat and the will against temptation is only so much. The beta's scent lazily reaches Akihito's nose causing Akihito to shake his head in distaste. It's not a bad scent; clean linen and ginger, but it's patchy and thin, like an old blanket. It's not strong enough for Akihito to be choking on it, overwhelmed and in lust with it. He wants to be able to lick it off his skin days from now and know that this scent is exactly what he'll get to wear as it seeps into his pores and letting everyone who gets near him know exactly why he's wearing someone else's scent.
Another light bulb goes off in Akihito's head: he knows who he needs.
"Asami." He whispers, barely loud enough for his own ears.
"I'm-I'm sorry?" The beta stutters, asking for clarification. He looks dazed as Akihito's scent starts to fill his senses.
"I need Asami," Akihito says a little louder. "Can you find him? Please."
The beta mouths the name but still looking transfixed on Akihito. He turns his head to the side and asks, "Who?"
"Asami Ryuichi." He doesn't stop the soft moan that escapes from him; he's breathless and desperate. Even saying Asami's name at this point could bring him to orgasm. "I need him. Please."
Asami's full name seems to break the spell as the beta jumps and takes two large steps back and says, "O-of course. Right. I-I will go and find him. Just. Just stay here, sir, okay? D-don't move."
Not like I have anywhere else to go, Akihito watches him sprint away back towards the elevators and knows that he wouldn't be able to hear him as he calls out a weak, "Hurry." Another wave hits him and for a moment, Akihito lets go of the thread that's been keeping him above water since his heat started. He embraces the weight of it, letting it crash over him and willing lets it drag him down to the bottom of the abyss.
He's waiting to drown in it when a strong, unwelcomed scent pulls him out of the fog.
It's definitely an alpha but it's not the alpha he's waiting for. His scent is unpleasantly thick, clogging up Akihito's nose, making him feel like he needs to sneeze ̶ like he has inhaled too much pepper. It sits uncomfortably at the back of his throat, making Akihito groan in annoyance as rolls onto his side. He manages to open his eyes to see the unwanted alpha approaching him from the opposite end of the hall, a frenzied grin on his face like he walks around looking for unbonded omegas in heat in random buildings every Tuesday. Akihito is already annoyed that he's even going through this stupid instant heat but the thought of some random ass alpha coming along and getting his nuts off on him is enough for Akihito to sit up. Or try to because his body feels like it weighs an extra 400 pounds and the world is suddenly very unstable. He falls back and closes his eyes before struggling to sit up again, ignoring the way gravity is trying to hold him down to the ground. He's shaking all over but he's mostly shaking his head as he loudly says to the approaching alpha, "No. Nope. No. Uh-uh, not happening."
The alpha doesn't stop until he's all but looming over him.
"I said no." Akihito tells him again, "I'm not doing this. I'm not becoming some sad statistic and having some tool of an alpha rape me in a hallway." He's slurring his words at this point but the sentiment is there. Regardless, the alpha pays no attention to what he's saying as he stands over Akihito, smiling with too many teeth like he's won the lottery. He's older, at least two decades older that Akihito. He's of average height with a stocky frame with a fat, square jaw. His hair is too dark to be natural for his age and is thinning around his forehead and ears. He's wearing a dark gray suit jacket and matching trousers that seem a little too tight around his thighs and hips along with a pale blue button-down shirt and no tie. He has the top three buttons of his shirt undone and Akihito can see the wisp of his chest hairs peeking through the gap.
He's an alpha past his prime and he can't seem to let go of his youth without damaging his pride.
"Aw, sweetheart, you look like you could use a good hand and a stiff dick." The alpha sneers, his voice sounds like gravel against sandpaper, unpleasant to Akihito's ears.
"Nope, I'm great. You can move along now." Akihito grunts, trying to scoot away from him.
He kneels down and Akihito swears he hears his knees creak in protest, "Now, don't be like that, babycakes, I'll take real good care of you." He says, almost breathless, staring more at Akihito's body than his face. Akihito would gag if he weren't in such a panic.
"Yeah, I doubt that." He says, looking past his unwanted guest and down the hall, hoping to see anyone that could save him but it's empty. He swallows down the rising fear in his throat and looks back to at the alpha, making sure to look as indifferent as possible. "I don't want you," he stresses, "so move the fuck along."
"Come on, princess, I bet you've never had as good of knot as I've got." The alpha claims, grabbing his crotch with a thick hand. Akihito can see the bulge forming in his trousers, but he has enough energy (and spite) to roll his eyes, even less than impressed with the man.
"Yeah, I have." Akihito brags, "On a daily basis too." The alpha clicks his tongue but seems unfazed by Akihito's insult as he falls back on his forearms and elbows, exhausted. The mental strength to keep up with the conversation is leaving him as he prepares for the worst. Perhaps this instant heat will be kind to him and give him no memories of what is about to happen.
Fake empathy appears on the alpha's face, as he watches Akihito succumb to the heat fever. He moves his hand from his crotch and places it on the top of Akihito's knee and begins to slowly travel up his thigh. Akihito hates himself for the small moan that escapes him. He hates how good it feels to finally be touched, his skin's so sensitive that he can feel the calluses from the alpha's hand through his jeans. The alpha hums seductively as he watches Akihito shiver in response, "Let me show you just how good I can be."
Akihito doesn't hesitate to spit in his face.
"Don't." He growls and manages to kick his leg away from the offending hand, "Touch. Me."
"Bitch!" The alpha grabs Akihito by the neck, slamming his head with a solid thud against the wooden door and snarls, "I was gonna be sweet but if that's how you're going to act then I guess I'll just fuck you like the slut you are."
Akihito chokes out a joyless laugh while pushing fruitlessly against the offending hand, "Jokes on you, asshole, I actually like it rough." He ignores the way his heart is pounding in his chest as he waits for the worst.
A cruel smirk appears on the older alpha's face, "Oh," he says as he leans in, "I'll hold you to that."
It's the click of a gun that echoes through the hallway that causes the alpha to freeze.
"I told you to leave, Ikeda."
Standing above them, Asami's amber-gold eyes are the first thing that catches Akihito attention even as they glare down at the other alpha's head. The look of fury on his face is heart-stopping but Akihito isn't afraid. Turned on, definitely; the murderous glint sparks another kind of fire in Akihito's belly but one that quickly merges with the furnace that's already inside of him. He knows that Asami won't do anything to hurt him – unless he asks him to... He doesn't dwell on that idea too much especially when Asami's scent begins to drown out the other alpha's stench and causing Akihito's fading mind to spiral into a frenzy once more.
The ever-present smell of Dunhill tobacco and expensive cologne reaches Akihito's senses first followed by the natural musk that is Asami all wrapped up together. It greeting Akihito like cool mountain air, cleaning up the musty-peppery smog that has been clogging up Akihito's lungs for what feels like weeks and now Akihito can finally take a deep breath in. It's exhilarating and cool like mint. Akihito is aware of Asami's scent just as much as Asami is aware of his. He knows all too well the effect that it usually has on him. After all, he's been living with the alpha for months now, sleeping with him for a year. He knows just how wonderful and addictive his scent is. He has to resist the urge to rub his face into Asami's scent glands daily. He may have even drunkenly told Asami how great his scent is once or twice. Now it seems like his scent is trying to match Akihito's in its intensity which isn't what Akihito needs right now...but it's what he wants.
It's mouthwatering.
Not only does he smell divine, Asami's looking particularly amazing today. Maybe it's the new suit, the dark fabric tailored to perfection, enhancing Asami's tall frame beautifully or the way he styled his hair; a little more disheveled, his bangs lose as if he has swept his fingers through them constantly throughout the day, perhaps out of frustration or boredom. Or how the hallway lights seem to highlight the shape of his face so perfectly, showing off the sharpness of his cheekbones and defining his jaw. Akihito wishes he has the capacity to take his picture right now, to get the fine details of Asami captured at last on film.
Honestly, how is he so perfect? How did Akihito get so lucky? Why did he, a high and mighty alpha, who is desired and equally envied by many, with his riches, good looks, great smell, and naturally commanding aura, pick Akihito, a lowly broke omega with a knack for trouble and a snarky attitude? Doesn't he know that alphas like Asami don't pick omegas like Akihito? And yet he willingly comes home to him, maybe not every night but often enough that Akihito gets lonely (and worried) when he doesn't come home only to be a little grumpy at Asami the next day when he tries to feel him up in the kitchen and Akihito tries to hold off, pushing away his advances, complains about trying to concentrate on dinner only to succumb to Asami's touch because he's truly helpless to his hot mouth and hands. And Asami seems pleased with the late dinners, bad movies, and Akihito's endless ramblings, finding joy in mundane domestic things like tea and hot baths and someone welcoming him home. All he asks is that Akihito stays by his side and while some part of him is always itching to leave knowing the danger that Asami brings with him, Akihito finds himself more and more unable and unwilling to run away permanently.
Akihito blinks. Huh, so this is what losing your sanity is like...
The alpha - Ikeda- stands up, slowly, very aware of the gun pointing directly at him. He keeps his arms up and turns his head just enough to look back at Asami. Akihito can see him starting to sweat from his spot on the floor.
"Asami-san, I..." He clears his throat before continuing, "I was leaving but I took a wrong turn and stumbled upon this delightful sight." He looks back down at Akihito, licking his lips like he's a meal for a starving man. Akihito glares at him which earns him a sinister smirk in return. "I mean, can you blame me for getting distracted? He's practically calling to me to come and... give him a hand." He laughs in his throat like his joke is actually funny, "It can't be helped, after all, nature is nature."
Akihito rolls his eyes, "In your dreams, asshole."
Asami lets out a low growl as he presses the gun closer to Ikeda's head and snarls, "Well I guess it would be in my nature to put this bullet in your skull." Ikeda's eyes go wide as he looks back at Asami, taking in the threat before releasing a growl in return.
"Asami-sama!" A voice calls out. Akihito glances to his right and sees Kirishima along with Suoh and one other guard standing off to the side. Guilt is a distant thought in the back of Akihito's mind as he sees that they're covering their faces, trying to block out his alluring scent. "We will escort Ikeda-san out of the building. There is no need for violence as there seem to be more pressing matters at this time ." Kirishima says diplomatically, behind a handkerchief, doing his best to try and keep the situation calm. For a moment, the air is thick with the uncertainty as Asami keeps his gun pointing at Ikeda. Akihito realizes he needs to say something to Asami.
"Asami." His voice already wrecked as he chokes on the syllables of Asami's name. He ignores Ikeda completely as Asami finally locks eyes with Akihito. He can see the blown-out pupils overshadowing the amber-gold irises. A shiver travels down his spine as Akihito realizes his fantasy of seeing Asami drunk on his scent has become reality. Like most things with Asami, it's even better than he imagined.
He smiles as he stretches his neck ever so slightly, unconsciously showing off his unmarked skin, "Please don't murder someone while they're standing above me. That's not really a turn-on." It's a terrible joke, one that falls short the longer Akihito and Asami stay locked in this heated staring contest and Akihito begins to forget that there are other people in the hallway as he arches his back, making small circles with his hips as he grinds his ass into the floor, Asami's gaze adding to the fire that's already burning bright inside of him. He's not sure how much longer he can last without Asami touching him, kissing him, biting him... He might cry if it's not in the next two minutes.
Finally, Asami slowly lowers the gun away from Ikeda's head, his eyes never leaving Akihito's. However, Ikeda decides to take his chance and with the gun is out of sight, he quickly jabs an elbow into Asami's face before turning to tackle him. Akihito gasps as he watches Asami stagger, dropping the gun as Ikeda gives out a frustrated grunt and slams him into the opposite wall. There's shouting from the other men in the hallway but Akihito can barely focus on what is happening, Asami and Ikeda a blur of bodies across from him.
Fear echoes through Akihito before turning into adrenaline. Asami's in trouble, his mind supplies to him as he struggles to use the door handle to pull himself off the ground, Asami, he's in trouble. My mate's in trouble, he needs me...
However, Akihito barely takes two steps away from the door when Asami easily overtakes Ikeda with a roar and slams him to the ground. Ikeda wheezes as the air leaves his lungs. Akihito takes another step forward, mesmerized by his alpha like a moth to a flame and determined to be near him. Asami holds him down and manages to punch him twice before Suoh steps in, holding his boss back with defensive ease as the other guard drags the defeated alpha away. Akihito staggers, his mind repeating the mantra, Asami, Asami, Asami. He makes it halfway through before finally, his legs give out in the middle of the hallway, his breathing heavy. His focus only on his strong, beautiful, and brave alpha before him. He defeated the challenger, a voice echoes in the back of his mind, our alpha won with such ease. We picked the right one.
Or did he pick me? Akihito asks back. The only response is a hum of delight that vibrates throughout his mind. With Ikeda defeated, Akihito waits impatiently for Asami to come to him and would be embarrassed by the sound that escapes him but can't find it in himself to care. Asami looks over to Akihito and he sees the want blatantly written on his face. He mouths the word, Wait, but Akihito is unsure if that command is for him or for Asami. He whimpers, displeased because Asami's still so far away and he's still not touching him.
"Looks like your bitch is calling you," Ikeda says discourteously, spitting out what looks to be blood at Asami's feet. He barely has time to react before Asami slams a leg into his ribs causing him to fall hard onto the floor, groaning. Suoh and the other guard join in, giving Ikeda harsh kicks of their own only to stop when Ikeda goes limp.
"Get him out of my sight." He says, coldly to Suoh. Suoh gives his boss a curt nod and grabs the unconscious Ikeda by the back of his arms and drags him off to the elevators. Asami waits until Ikeda is completely out of sight before walking briskly over to Akihito, who is still sitting in the middle of the hallway, in tranced with the alpha, unconsciously calling out Asami's name over and over again.
Asami stops in front of Akihito, a look of heated desire mixed with amused exasperation and says, "Can't go a day without getting into trouble, can you, Akihito?" His baritone voice causes goosebumps to form all over Akihito's body, every syllable caressing his sensitive skin with feather light touches. Akihito looks up at him with hooded eyes, panting from the exertion of restraint and reaches out to him, the urge to touch, taste, own becoming far too powerful for him to hold back.
Asami meets him halfway, cradling Akihito's face with steady hands and meeting his open mouth with a searing kiss. It's not sweet or soft; its hunger and unrestrained desire mixed with the need to claim and fuck. Asami's hands travel down his waist and back; bringing Akihito closer to him so that he can't escape—like Akihito wanted to— as he slips his tongue into his mouth; quick and dirty. Akihito begins to grind hard against Asami's groin, feeling his dick against his own and causing stars to spark behind his eyelids as he moans into Asami's mouth. Every touch, every kiss brings Akihito closer to the edge, the heat of Asami seeping into his body and Akihito begins to slip further into his instincts. He doesn't care to stop as wraps his arms around Asami's neck and shoulders, unapologetically carding his fingers through Asami's hair. He wants, he wants…
Asami lifts him up in his arms with ease and moves forward until Akihito feels the wall against his back, giving him better leverage to continue kissing the alpha but then Asami does the unthinkable—he pulls back. "Akihito," He says, his breath warm against his cheek. He hums a response and starts to place open mouth kisses on Asami's cheek and jaw, nipping and licking across his skin, anything to keep Asami's taste on his tongue. "Akihito," He murmurs again, this time nudging his nose against his jaw, taking in deep breaths of Akihito's scent and begins to nuzzle his face in between his neck and shoulder, exactly where a bond mark would be placed.
His heart begins to pound harder in his chest as the thought of bonding with Asami suddenly becomes more and more real but then something twists inside of him and a jolt of sanity hits him as the realization of where they are and what they are doing, causes Akihito to freeze and gasp out, "No, not here, Asami, not here." He doesn't want to bond in the middle of a hallway for all the world to see or hear. He couldn't handle that. He pushes Asami's face away from his neck, combing his fingers frantically through his hair, trying to calm him down but stir him away from the idea of biting him. "No, Asami. No. Not here, please. Not here." He begs softly against his cheek, places feather-like kisses on the corner of Asami's mouth.
Asami pulls back and looks at Akihito for a moment, a sense of clarity in his eyes before leaning in and kissing him gently yet deeply. Akihito can't help but melt in his arms. Then Asami breaks away again and calls out, "Kirishima."
...Kirishima? Akihito looks around, bewildered to see Kirishima standing just a few feet away, handkerchief still covering his face and looking less than amused about the scene before him. He doesn't say anything and he hardly even looks at Akihito as he steps forward and presses a sequence of numbers into the keypad. The door's lock releases and Kirishima holds the door open and says dryly, "I'll see you in a couple of days, sir."
Asami releases a small nearly silent snort of laughter as he sets Akihito down, still holding him close. He gives a nod towards to Kirishima and then directing his attention back to Akihito. "Will you allow me to join you?" He asks quietly, his eyes clear as they stare down into the haziness of Akihito's eyes.
He grips tightly onto Asami's arms, twisting his hands into the fabric of his suit jacket. The idea of Asami leaving hurts especially now that he's seen him, tasted him, has his scent embedded into his skin. Could Asami really walk away, like Akihito had no true effect on him? "Would you really leave me?" Akihito asks hoarsely.
Asami sighs as he leans in and gently resting his forehead against Akihito's and whispers, "With great difficulty."
Akihito closes his eyes and whimpers. He takes in Asami's heavenly scent and breathes, "Stay."
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Hello! This was also posted on ao3, but I didn't have time to get this up until today. It was a pain to edit it AGAIN because the first I uploaded my doc, wouldn't let me post it because it wasn't in story mode, which is annoying. Plus when I upload it doesn't keep my edits, like the italicized font and then I have to go through it and find them all over. *sigh* I'm sure some of you understand. I keep posting here because some don't know/ or use ao3 (it's honestly better in my personal opinion)
ANYWAY, this is a series and will be posted as a multichapter fic. I have drafted the second chapter but it will be a while until it's ready. I plan to have the chapter completed before the end of the year! I know it sounds like forever but I mean Halloween is just around the corner...
Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoy it!