I am grieved by the lack of K!Omegaverse fics on the internet, so I am proud to be the first! Be warned, this will not be a terribly explicit fanfiction-so if you came to this for copious amounts of penis and sperm in a PWP fic so you could masturbate at four in the morning while your parents sleep next door, ladies go somewhere else because in this fic there will be mostly angst and hurt/comfort. And more than implied, vaguely explained, sex.

It was obvious to anyone with half a brain that Reisi Munakata, the Blue King, was an Alpha. In a world where being an Alpha or being an Omega did not have an impact on your career paths or social rank, it was still an unspoken understanding that a King would always be an Alpha. Adolph K. Weissman had left it in his notes for the Gold King to read: that one of the qualification for being a King, according to the constant preferences of the Dresden Slate, was being an Alpha.

And it made perfect sense.

Alphas were stronger and the dominant ones, though they fell prey to their instincts at the scent of the pheromones of an Omega in heat-though suppressants could be taken and often were. In the past, hundreds of years ago before the Great Revolution, Alpha's were the heads of society. They had the rank and the power, their word was law and Omegas, weaker by nature, were treated like the slaves and the scum of society. If their heat came they were taken by the nearest Alpha in the area, regardless of consent, even in public, and it wasn't considered rape.

Now, in the present day, the law was always on the Omega's side-and since heat suppressants were created half a century ago, rape cases were few and far in between. The cases that were most common in court were the Bonding Bites. A Bonding Bite was given by an Alpha to an Omega during the latter's heat, and bound the Omega to the Alpha by their very soul.

The problem was, an Alpha could have multiple Omega mates, but an Omega could only have one Alpha counterpart. It was the equivalence of divorce, an angry Omega would drag their unfaithful Alpha to court and demand to have the Bonding Bite removed from them through Severance-an incredibly painful procedure involving Soul Ripping. It was unpleasant, to be sure, almost cruel in it's practice, but Omegas were faithful by nature and when they discovered their Alpha had another, they would experience intense pain through their link for the break of loyalty.

Back to Munakata.

Alphas could be male or female, and Omegas the same-and the ratio of male and female of both was around the same. However, pups born from a male Omega were always the strongest and healthiest, and it was said that male Omegas were the best mothers and mates to have.

And Saruhiko Fushimi, Munakata's third in command, was a male Omega.

Now Munakata wasn't thinking of courting Fushimi just because he was a male omega that would give him healthy children, he was genuinely in love with the kyanite-eyed male. He was five years older than the other, but that was no issue-his mother had been a whole decade younger than his father.

He loved the way the other seemed to be related to a cat, the way he was so stubborn and clicked his tongue when he was annoyed. He loved how the boy had walls higher than anyone else, but was so obvious in his intent to gain Yata Misaki's attention and didn't really join Scepter4 to be stronger. He loved how smart Saruhiko was, but how unmotivated and bored he seemed until he saw Misaki. Munakata wouldn't lie, he had been jealous when he saw Saruhiko bright up at the sight of Misaki for the first time, until he caught the undeniable scent of an omega from the ginger haired clansman.

He wanted the boy for his mate, he had been interested in the lad since he joined Scepter4 three years ago and now he finally mustered up enough courage to to attempt to court him.

So he started with coffee.

He made it just the way the younger liked it, black with two sugars, and left it on the others desk before he came in to work in the morning. It was his own mug, so the other would know who left it, and he gained much pleasure from watching Saruhiko stare at the mug in front of his computer with a blush creeping up the back of his neck.

Saruhiko was truly adorable.

He did that for a whole week, and Saruhiko didn't say a word to him nor did he act any different around him as usual. He still complained about his work load, was still dragged into his office by the collar by Awashima for fighting with Yata, and he still acted like the world was monochrome.

This was something Reishi expected.

What he didn't expect was the murder of Tatara Totsuka.

It was a well known fact that Tostsuka was the weakest member of Homra, but also it's core. Not only because he was kind and cheerful and a charismatic person.

He was Mikoto Suoh, the Red King's, mate.

And now he was dead.

The following month was confusing and soul-draining. The murder suspect was the new Colorless King, who turned out to be a student who was in coherts with the Black Dog and a memory strain, who then turned out to be the framed Silver King and the Colorless King was a body swapping male whose real idenity was never found.

He expected that in the end he would have to be the one to kill Suoh, and that the other would come to him willingly for it. He knew how much the other loved his omega, and his sword had begun reaching his limits even before the others death. While in his cell he confessed that he was going to step down that month, but now that Totsuka was dead he didn't see a point to continue living. Reisi wanted to tell him that he still had people who looked up to him and needed his guidance, that it wasn't what Totsuka would have wanted, but he knew in his heart of hearts that it was a useless cause and kept his mouth shut.

Totsuka and Mikoto were Soul Bonded, not only by a Bonding Bite but by love as well, and when one died the other usually followed. Reisi knew this fact well, but it didn't make it any easier to have Mikoto die in his arms. They had been classmates in high school, had grown up on the same block until Munakata moved to elementary and middle school in the city.

They had been something that was not quite friends.

He left the scene of the death of three kings, though he didn't think that the Silver King would stay dead for long, and went home immediately. He ignored his subordinates worried looks and the cheering of the remnants of Homra as the red lights of their king's power drifted in the winter wind. He didn't even bother to look around to Saruhiko, because he was sure that the other was with his old ex-friend in some way.

He hadn't expected to find him standing in his living room waiting for him, and he most definitely hadn't expected the other to be holding out his right arm-devoid of wrist band-with a Bonding Bite marring his pale skin for all the world to see.

Reisi let the wind blow the door shut behind him, his heart in his throat.

"Fushi-"

"My mate died tonight...did you kill him?"