Three months later, Akihito was still doing his normal photojournalist job, even though they were becoming sparse and far in between. He made it a general rule to stay out of Asami's path though. It was because he would go into heat when near the man and not because he didn't want to bring him down, he told himself. Except, whenever either of them went into heat and sought the other out it was like those moments were far removed from reality; just a perfect little world where they both could become one; AsamiandAkihito instead of Asami and Akihito.
It was a breezy Tuesday morning and Kou sat in Akihito's living room, on his couch, watching a morning program on the TV while waiting on him to get ready to leave. As Omegas they normally went to their regular pharmacists together for their suppressant refills, which was due now since they were running low. There were mild, over the counter suppressants for emergencies, but theirs were by prescription only because of the birth control effect.
Akihito walked out of his room, straightening his jacket as he glanced at Kou. "Hey, you want something to drink before we leave?"
Kou nodded. "Yeah, orange juice."
Akihito rolled his eyes, Kou drank orange juice like regular people drank water. After throwing out the drink for Kou in a glass, he grabbed a box of fruit punch juice for himself. He took a seat beside Kou after handing him his drink and then he focused on the TV while he drank.
"Did you see the new pharmacist down by the pharmacy?" Kou asked conversationally.
Akihito frowned. The former pharmacist, a middle aged man named Takuya-san, had been stationed at that branch for two years; he knew him well. "No, I didn't know that. Know who's there now?"
"Yeah, hot Beta woman called Asuka-chan," Kou piped up.
Akihito snorted. "She's your type, huh?"
Kou blushed.
"Anyway, let's go."
Leaving the rest of their juice behind, the two left the small apartment and headed down to the pharmacy a few blocks away. They had repeat prescriptions so they didn't have to wait in a long line.
Akihito took in the new pharmacist while he and Kou stood behind two people handing in their prescriptions. She had dark brown hair pulled into a high ponytail and wore thin wired glasses with the generic white overcoat. Her face was round and her features soft and she seemed like a friendly professional. When it was time for he and Kou to hand in their prescriptions, she smiled brightly at the sight of them.
"Kou-san, how are you this fine morning?" She asked cheerily.
Kou had the decency to blush, Akihito realized and he had to hold in a snort.
"Hi, Asuka-san, I'm fine."
Akihito watched as she took Kou's prescription before looking at him.
"Is this a friend of yours?"
She held out her hand to him and Akihito gave her his prescription.
"Yes, this a very good friend of mine, Takaba Akihito."
Akihito nodded in her general direction.
"Nice to meet you, Takaba-san, I'll be your pharmacist from now on."
"Nice to meet you too."
"Take a seat on the bench and I'll call your names when your prescriptions are ready."
The woman smiled before walking away from the counter and Akihito just had a shift of feeling wash over him. He couldn't explain his sudden unease, but he willfully buried it because he couldn't see what he had to worry about. It wasn't like anything out of the ordinary had happened to him today after all and they weren't being followed, he made sure of it.
"Cute, isn't she?" Kou asked with his eyes transfixed on the little window where Asuka was visible, smile bright and eyes laughing.
"Yeah, she's really cute," Akihito conceded warily. He kept forcing himself to stop feeling like he was. When the time came for their prescriptions, the woman waved them over instead of calling out their names like other people.
"Here you two are." She handed them each a small, brown paperbag before holding up their prescriptions for them to see. "You have two more repeats, Takaba-san and you have three, Kou."
"Thank you."
"Thank you, Asuka-chan."
Kou's eyes widened at his slip-up and Akihito laughed, looking at Asuka who was smiling shyly.
"Well, I guess I'll be -chan from now on then, but only for you, Kou-chan."
Akihito keeled over from Kou's stuttered, red faced response. These two would be a really cute riot.
********VF*******
"Oh fuck…Asami!" Akihito moaned out loud. He was in Asami's bed, in the doggy position with his face buried in the pillows and his hands pulling both ass cheeks apart so Asami could see himself fucking into him. The man's grip on his hips was bruising and he couldn't stop the litany of his voiced desires for more and harder. The sex with Asami was pure exaltation each and every time. There was a special bond created that went farther than compatible pheromones because they were mates every time they were in each other's close company. Every time Asami came inside and knotted him; it became less painful and much more pleasurable and he swore he could feel it down to his core.
"Harder," Akihito moaned as Asami grinded into his ass harshly, not able to control his own rhythm from the pleasure wracking his body.
Asami pulled out and took him by the arm, maneuvering him until he was on his back, legs thrown widely apart and back with both Asami's hands planted on the rear of his knees, keeping him exposed. It was similar to the position Asami had him before penetration, when he had to keep his legs wide open so Asami could use his tongue and lick flat, broad strokes along his rim until he was begging to be fucked. It was a force of nature, that tongue, and he would be making full use of it more. He looked the man in eyes, clouded over with lust and ravenousness; with soul bearing need. Asami wanted to feel him just as much as he wanted to be felt and it sent a shiver of pleasure through his body each time. It was magical when they mated.
Akihito hissed as Asami penetrated him again, looking down at that huge cock entering him before he threw his head back at the sensation. Asami settled snuggly between his legs after he was fully inside and they shared a warm, passionate kiss. His pre-come leaking length rubbed sticky between their stomachs and as Asami fucked into him, he silently begged to be touched where it would matter most for him to come.
Asami complied, leaning on his right elbow and using his left hand to jack him off, staring into his eyes all the time while he moaned and pleaded with his body and voice for the pleasure only his mate can deliver.
"Going to taste you, fuck you, then knot you, Akihito…"
When Asami talked like that, Akihito felt it down to his core. The feelings in those words hearkened to the vibrations of ecstasy and seduction like a sensitized touch to his soul. He can't help how he feels when he's with Asami in bed; so awake and complete and just alive. He comes first, then Asami knotted him and they just laid there together in each other's arms for the duration of their coupling, until Asami's body released him and he's able to move.
Akihito hissed when Asami managed to pull out. "Shit." He cursed at the amount of semen leaving his body to settle on Asami's bed. The man didn't mind though, he would have the sheets washed later after all. Feeling the need to shower but holding off since Asami was heading to the bathroom first, Akihito reached for his suppressants, popped two of the pills as per his regular dose and then relaxed back into the bed, not noticing that Asami was watching him intently.
Asami turned away and headed into the bathroom when Akihito relaxed on the pillow and closed his eyes, breathing deeply.
When the man re-emerged a few moments later with a towel wrapped around his waist and water droplets running down the hard ridges of his body, Akihito tried his best to ignore the erection inducing sight and took a shower of his own. When he came out, Asami was on the bed, half dressed with no shirt on.
"I ordered food."
Asami was smoking a cigarette and for some reason it made him feel sick to his stomach when normally it wasn't a problem. "Put that out, it's making me ill and what did you get?"
Ruffling his wet hair, Akihito walked over to the bed and Asami scooted over so he could sit beside him. The tray with the covered food was on a small, portable eating table beside the bed and when Akihito pulled the cover back he was hit with the strong, suddenly rancid smell of stewed pork. He covered his nose suddenly and turned his head away, trying hard not to gag. "Oh my god, that's nasty."
Asami sat up suddenly, eyes narrowing as his senses tunnel vision on to his mate. He was suspicious from the cigarette comment, but this one was like a nail in the peripheral coffin. "You love pork, Akihito."
Akihito held his breath and tried hard not to breathe in the smell of the food after replacing the cover. He held his stomach as it churned unpleasantly. "I know, but this one smells really bad. Maybe I caught a stomach bug or something."
"…or something," Asami muttered under his breath, watching Akihito intently, especially the hand he had rubbing his stomach. Could it already be happening?
"Look, forget the food, I'll grab ramen from the shop down the road anyway. I've gotta go home first then head to work."
Akihito stood, made two steps towards the door to get his shoes and was imminently surprised when he was grabbed from behind and pulled back until his face was buried in Asami's chest with the man's strong arms wrapped around him in a tight hug.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Akihito's eyes were wide with surprise since Asami had never tried to be too intimate after their mating since that one time he tried and it broke out into a huge argument. It's not like he wanted the man's affection beyond the basic that his body craved and things like these always set him off because in the end, he didn't want to get more attached than necessary to a man he felt shouldn't be on the streets, no matter the paradox of his feelings. Asami's question broke him out of his thoughts though and he brought his hands up before pushing Asami away. "What do you mean where am I going?"
Asami man-handled him into his arms while he tried to hard to fight his way out of the man's grip, but to no avail.
"Stay here with me tonight."
Akihito stilled and his eyes widened. He pulled his head back to look Asami in the eyes and his heart fluttered at the soft, concerned gaze that met him back. So uncharacteristic of Asami. But… "No, I have to get to work, I don't want to stay here if I don't have to."
Akihito turned his back to leave, not really wanting to but felt he must. God he wanted to, he felt it was right to just lay here in Asami's arms if he asked, but then Asami would eventually bring up getting him pregnant and like times before that would break his mood. Asami just didn't want to accept Akihito's stance on their differing lives and what it means to him. He gasped once again when Asami grabbed him with one hand, holding him in place across his chest while the other snaked into his pants and started fondling his genitals. Asami trailed his hot tongue up the back of his neck before biting on the shell of his ear lightly and he shivered with renewed need.
"Stay here, so I can fuck you until I'm satisfied. I want to feel you here…" Akihito gasped when the hand on his cock suddenly probed his used anus. "…my mate…I want all of you again and then you can go."
Akihito closed his eyes and willed his breathing to even out. Asami just had this effect on him, being his mate and all. "A quickie."
Asami smirked. He would be fucking Akihito until he couldn't move, keeping him with him for as long as possible because if what he thought was happening was a reality, then he'd have to find better ways to keep his lover beside him and out of harm's way.
Knowing Akihito, he'll have his hands full doing it.
********VF*******
"Hey Aki, the sushi's awesome! Why haven't you eaten any yet?"
Akihito groaned before putting his head on the cool wooden table of the restaurant/bar where he was having a late group dinner with his friends and other acquaintances. They normally did this on a Friday night when they all got paid and even the beer that he was nursing –his favorite- just didn't taste the same as before.
"Yeah Aki, we normally have to keep you away from the sushi bar to get some. You look a little sick though, you alright?"
Kou sipped his beer after sitting and Akihito looked between him and Takato restlessly. His stomach's been doing flips since he got here. "I might have a stomach bug, I'm sure I'll be fine eventually."
His friends watched him warily and Akihito just put his head back on the table and sighed. It was cool and he felt hot.
"Are you sure, Aki? I mean, you've been like this all week. Have you taken something for it?" Kou asked concerned.
"Yeah, over the counter stomach medication." Akihito patted his right jacket pocket where the medicine was.
"You had any yet?" Takato asked.
"Yeah, shortly after I got here."
Kou leaned on the table and laced his fingers together, watching Akihito intently. "We've been here 45 minutes already and it hasn't kicked in yet?"
Akihito lifted his head and shook it. "No, not much anyway."
"Want to go home and sleep it off?" Takato asked.
Akihito smiled. "That would be a very good idea."
Kou was the one who followed Akihito to the door while Takato informed the others of their departure.
Terms of endearment and well wishes were directed at Akihito and he smiled and waved at the group. When Takato caught up to him, they walked outside and when the cool, crisp air hit his nostrils and heated skin, Akihito felt fifty times better already. "Wow, maybe all I needed was some fresh air?"
The other two chuckled and Akihito pushed his hands into his jacket pocket before turning to walk down the street. After taking about two steps, a deep voice called out his name suddenly and he stopped, frozen in his tracks.
"Takaba-san."
Akihito closed his eyes and prayed to every deity he knew that he was imagining that voice, not turning around to acknowledge the man or the situation.
"Takaba-san, you're presence is needed."
"Aki?" The concern was heightened in Kou's voice and when Akihito turned around to look at his friends, he could see the deep questions in their eyes at the sight of Kirishima; tall, intimidating Kirishima.
"Not right now." Akihito quipped at the man parked a few meters behind them, who was standing behind the opened driver's door of Asami's favorite limousine. He knew Asami wasn't in the vehicle because he would have felt him, so he turned back to his friends and in a nonchalant voice said, "It's nothing, this is just a guy I work with, I'm not in any problems."
He smiled when both friends' shoulders visibly relaxed. Seriously? Recently Asami had been even more under his skin like a ticks and it grated on his nerves. Asami suddenly wanted to know everywhere he was if he couldn't keep him in his line of sight and it was getting to him. Asami knew he didn't like to be caged or kept under watch, it made him feel aggravated and right now he felt like he could turn around and scream at Kirishima to leave him the hell alone.
"It's in your best interest, Takaba-san, I think…"
"He's not going with you. Didn't you hear him?" Kou quipped suddenly.
"Yeah, he's sick and he's going home to rest. Come on Aki," Takato directed at Kirishima too, who just stood there watching them as they turned and walked away. Akihito smiled, knowing that that was a victory for him and a loss for Asami. He grinned the entire way home with his friends.
********VF*******
"Why not, Hiro-sensei?" Akihito whined into his cell phone, talking to the Chief Editor who hadn't called him in three weeks! He was on his living room couch in boxers and a thin t-shirt with his cell phone stuck to his ears, trying to get some work. His money and stock level was almost depleted –goddamn cobwebs were in his pantry- and right now he needed some work badly. He had no idea why his regular contacts weren't calling and new contacts acted as if they wanted nothing to do with him, not even hearing him out once they knew his name. It was like there was a 'don't hire me or else' sign painted on his forehead and back and he couldn't figure out why.
"So far, we've come across nothing that requires your expertise, Takaba-san. I'm sorry."
Akihito could hear the regret in the man's voice and he knew something out of the ordinary was up. It wasn't like Hiro-sensei to behave so regrettably, whether he had work available or not. Besides, Hiro-sensei was one of few who would look past his omega status and hire him for his talent. The other editors had already given him the cold shoulder, all of them.
"I don't understand…I need to work, I'm almost out of money and I have bills to pay. You sound like you want to give me work but something's holding you back…"
Hiro-sensei made a long suffering sigh on the other end of the phone and Akihito could feel his pulse rate increasing in expectation. If this man couldn't help him, then he would most likely starve because there's no way he'll ever ask Asami for a dime; he didn't want to be indebted to the man in any way, shape or form.
"Look, Takaba-san, I really want to help, I honestly do but I can't."
"Why? What's hanging over you and everybody else's head that you're afraid to give me work?"
"I'm sorry, Takaba-san…"
"Hiro-sensei!"
Akihito was met with the dropped call tone of his cell phone and he stared at the device disbelievingly before throwing it down on the couch beside him.
"Shit." He cursed as he threw himself back and rubbed his hands over in his face in exasperation, wondering what he was going to do now.
Suddenly, there was a knock on his door and when he went to answer it, he was overly surprised to see Asami standing there in his doorway, hair and clothes wet from the raining falling lightly outside.
"W…what the hell are you doing here?" Akihito asked suddenly, poking his head outside and looking down both ends of the hall to see if anybody was watching Asami. Such a top class man standing in a less than stellar apartment building was bound to attract attention if anybody was out. "What the hell are you thinking showing up at my place like this?"
Asami smiled thinly. "You'll find out if you let me in."
Akihito grabbed the man by the arm and yanked him inside his apartment before bolting the door shut. Then he turned to face an unfazed Asami. "What the hell is wrong with you? What if somebody saw you coming in to my apartment building?"
Asami threw his coat on the coat-rack before eyeing the small apartment thoroughly; taking in his lover's living quarters. "This where you live?"
Akihito could feel the need building in his body from the man's proximity and he tried to force the feeling down as much as possible. He followed behind Asami apprehensively as the man toured his small 1DK apartment.
"Yeah, this is all mine."
"There's only one bedroom," Asami commented off hand when he passed the door.
Akihito frowned. "Yeah, so? It's what I can afford since I don't have a steady job."
Akihito couldn't fathom why he felt the need to answer Asami in the first place, except, well, the man seemed genuinely curious. When Asami reached the kitchen and opened the fridge, he felt something like embarrassment run through him. Why did Asami have to come inspect at a time when he was at his lowest?
"You're fridge is empty." Asami stood and opened the small wooden cupboards over the sink and looked inside, a deep frown marring his features. "So is your pantry."
Akihito sighed irritably. "What are you here searching for anyway? I can't buy food if I don't work and for some strange reason I'm suddenly not getting any. As soon as I find a job, I'll be fine, don't worry about me."
He could tell Asami was watching him and he turned his head away, not wanting to see pity in the man's eyes. He can do this on his own, he knows he can.
"Come live with me, I'll look after you."
Akihito's head snapped up so fast he wouldn't be surprised if he suddenly developed whiplash, and he was so certain he would see Asami laughing, because that couldn't have been anything other than a joke. His eyes widened when he realized the man was serious.
"Are you fucking crazy? Me, live with you?! Not even if my life depended on it. You're one of the shadiest business men in all of Japan and that would make me what, your shady mistress?"
"No, my mate." Asami growled after shutting the pantry door with too much force.
"You're…" Akihito scoffed in disbelief before running a hand through his hair with the other planted firmly on his hip. "Being your mate doesn't give you the right to sole ownership over me. I'm still a person with my own needs and beliefs and they just don't match with yours at all."
Asami got all up in Akihito's personal space, obviously agitated and Akihito didn't back down, returning each of Asami's intense gazes with more of the same.
"And what are my beliefs exactly, Akihito?"
That question stunned Akihito into silence. The truth of the matter was he had no idea because he hadn't cared to find out before. He had no sure-fire way of answering that question. "We live in different worlds and want different things."
Akihito knew that answer was weak and as soon as it past his lips he turned to walk away, only to have Asami grab him and turn him around to look into his eyes. His stomach fluttered restlessly.
"That wasn't a valid answer."
And in that moment Akihito became acutely aware of Asami's lips on his, tasting and taking and sucking on his tongue ardently until he couldn't escape and wanted more. Asami backed him into a wall, pinned his arms over his head with one of his larger hands, binding his wrists together and just like that, the one, ultimate truth between them was revealed like countless times before. Their body spoke for them; they would be mates for life.
"I'm not living with you." Akihito panted out the words half-heartedly as Asami kissed from his neck down to his navel, then back up until he was latched on to both nipples in turn, which hardened to little pebbles on Asami's tongue while sending jolts of pleasure straight down to his already engorged length.
"You can't live without me," Asami husked out before biting lightly on his right nipple, then he trailed his hot tongue up to meet his lips in a kiss once again and when his arms were released, Akihito wrapped them both around Asami's neck while his legs followed suit around the man's hips.
Akihito had no answer, except the heat was getting to his head at the moment. He moaned in pleasure when Asami fingered him.
"So wet for me."
"P…please…" begged after the second finger. He was so hard it was borderline painful and he needed to feel Asami inside him; he wanted to feel him from the inside.
********VF*******
Later in the night, Akihito had too much food because Asami had ordered Chinese take-out, ramen, rice balls, donburi and easily digestible rice porridge (Asami's words, not his) with a gallon of pasteurized milk. He hardly ate anything, except the rice porridge and then Asami ordered dangos and two boxes of pocky when he mentioned craving something sweet. The pocky of course was finished in one sitting with a really tall glass of cold milk, which he never knew could taste so good since he wasn't too fond of it before now. He'd had another craving though which sadly, Asami didn't want to seem to fulfill.
"Why didn't you order fish?"
"It isn't good for you, high mercury levels," Asami answered while he took a few bites of the take-out, crowding in Akihito on his small bed.
Akihito almost snorted milk through his nose. "You sound like a dietician. Who cares about mercury, I've always ate fish and never felt sick."
"It's not only you I'm worried about." Asami said the words lowly while he stuffed some fried rice into his mouth.
Akihito stopped what he was doing to look at Asami, not hearing him properly. "What?"
"Nothing. You need to take better care of yourself, get some rest."
He stared at the man like he'd lost his head and told him as much.
Asami smirked.
Akihito looked around his bed and the night stand and even the floor that had food covering it. "What the hell am I suppose to do with so much food?"
"Whatever you can't eat goes in the refrigerator." Asami answered while he got dressed to leave.
"My fridge isn't big enough to hold all of this! I just can't see why you'd order so much."
"So you'll have enough to eat, you'll need it. I'll buy you a bigger fridge too."
"I'll be able to buy my own stuff as soon as I get a job, due tomorrow, thank you very much; I don't need you to take care of me." Akihito was fibbing about the work but Asami didn't need to know that, did he?
Asami didn't answer, except to tell him he was leaving when he was ready. Akihito didn't follow him to the door and Asami didn't seem to expect him to. When he heard the front door click shut, he took out his phone and called Kou and Takato on two-way. "Hey guys, I have too much food, wanna come over?"
********VF*******
Early the next morning, with sleep still in his eyes and his body feeling worse for wear, Akihito opened his front door to the sight of Kirishima and Suoh both standing there with their hands full of grocery bags.
ldquo;I told him I didn't want his pity." He tried to slam the door shut but the men blocked it with a foot before shoving into his apartment and making their way to the kitchen.
"You need to always have nutritious food on hand," Kirishima admonished lighty while he and his partner unloaded the bags of their contents before putting them in their proper places.
Akihito only glanced at the men before he wrapped himself in a blanket on the couch while watching TV. His stomach was acting up again and he'd vomited twice that morning. He wasn't feeling too hot last night while his friend were over either and they made a fuss about his constant sickness before he fed them with Asami's food then kicked them out. He didn't want to go to a doctor, he would probably feel fine soon anyways.
"Here."
Akihito opened his eyes at the sound of Kirishima's voice, looking warily at the tea cup handed to him. He sat up and asked, "What it is?"
"Ginger." Kirishima answered. "Natural remedy for settling upset stomach."
Akihito took the cup gratefully and sipped at the tea, surprised when it didn't cause him to feel queasy or nauseous. As a matter of fact, he wasn't so bad after he was through.
He handed Kirishima back the cup. "Thanks."
"Lemon tea is good too. And crackers, you can eat crackers first thing in the mornings…help to absorb some of the acid in your stomach."
Akihito looked at the man skeptically before chuckling. "Seems you know more about what's wrong with me than I do."
Kirishima said nothing. If only Takaba knew exactly what was wrong with him. He watched the younger man put his head back down to rest before finishing up what his boss instructed him to do, especially since their private lives were none of his business.
********VF*******
"Morning, Asuka-chan!"
Kou sounded exceptionally loud today and Akihito resisted the urge to shield his ears. He was hardly sick anymore, but he was still sensitive and he figured it was from getting over the bug. Kirishima's lemon and ginger tea recipe from a few days ago worked wonders.
They came down to the pharmacy to restock on their prescriptions and Akihito was positive by now that the two were an item. He vaguely wondered how Kou would react if he found himself an alpha mate, male or female, later. Would his friend be able to leave his beta girlfriend?
"Kou-chan, Takaba-san!" The woman had sent off her last customer before she called out to them and Akihito smiled before waving in greeting.
"Asuka-chan, how about lunch today?" Kou asked when they came up to the window.
She took their prescriptions before frowning adorably. "Sorry, chan-chan, I have a very important meeting today. How about tomorrow?"
Kou blushed while pouting and Akihito snickered behind his hand. The two could be so funny at times.
"Fine. Ramen at the shop down the block?"
"It's a deal."
Akihito just stood there listening to and watching the two. When he got his meds back he mocked Kou all the way back to his apartment.
Later that day, Kirishima had shown up, again, with bags of groceries after days of the same and it was pissing Akihito off royally at this point. Once or twice he didn't have a problem with, but this was getting out of hand. Did Asami think he needed his handouts although photojournalist work had stopped coming his way for weeks now? He decided he would find the man at his club, where he usually was most days now, and give him a piece of his mind. Not only were Asami's men invading his home, but they were invading his privacy too and he needed it to stop right now. He needed to get to the root of the problem, which was Asami himself. Grabbing his keys, he slipped out of the apartment without informing Kirishima of his absence before grabbing a taxi from the side of the street.
Standing across the road from the entrance to the club fifteen minutes later, Akihito was about to cross when he spotted Asami heading towards a car parked to the side of the building. He stopped dead in his tracks, frozen as the woman Asami was escorting to her car he realized he knew. It was Asuka, his pharmacist and whatever she'd said to Asami, he seemed mighty contemplative.
Now, he wasn't sure about confronting the man and he held back, ducking behind a light post and watching inconspicuously as the two stood by the woman's car and chatted for a bit. What the living hell his pharmacist could be doing with a man like Asami he had no clue, but it set off all kinds of warning bells in his head about the woman he trusted with his medication; the same medication that was suppose to make sure he couldn't be bred. Without realizing it, Akihito had the small bottle of pills in his hands. Taking his eyes off the two for a moment, he opened the bottle and took out one of the capsules, holding it up at eye level so he could inspect it closely. He didn't see anything different about the pills, even the initials and indentation on the underside were the same. It did very little to alleviate his worries though and his mind went back to a very uncomfortable conversation he'd had with his friends the night they'd come over days ago.
"You know, Aki, I could swear you have the symptoms of a pregnant person." Takato started.
Kou nodded eagerly in agreement. "Yeah, Aki. Morning sickness? Food sickness? Extra pocky cravings - if that's even possible, and Fatigue?"
Akihito doubled over with laughter because he knew his friends were imagining things. "Listen, guys, there's no way that's possible. I'm taking suppressants, remember? I'm just sick for now, I'll get better soon. And stop calling it 'morning sickness' Kou, I just have random bouts of nausea throughout the day."
"Why don't you go to a doctor and get checked out just in case? Besides, we know you're mating even if we don't know with who, your scent has changed." Takato said, picking at the food they sat around idly.
"Yeah, Aki. Just a simple test, it won't take long and if it's just sickness, then the doctor can prescribe something to make you feel better," Kou added, not looking him in the eyes.
Akihito felt really uncomfortable with where this conversation was going. It was obvious his friends believed he was pregnant, even if they didn't want to say it outright. He stood suddenly and said, "Look, you two have to go now. I'm going job hunting tomorrow and need to get some rest."
His friends had protested but he'd insisted on their departure and now Akihito had his suspicions about his own state, he just didn't want to find out because it should not be possible. Getting pregnant for Asami was not an option no matter how much basic instincts was telling him to breed for his alpha, and he steadfastly refused to believe it could happen while he took measures to make sure it didn't.
Normally for an omega, the need to get bred by their one true mate was ingrained and usually their body became more receptive via hormone changes to accommodate this basic instinct. He knew that for an alpha like Asami the reverse was true, the man's instinct to mate and breed and mark and possess heightened exponentially because he found his mate, but Akihito didn't want to be defined by his body, social stratification or societal expectations.
So why was he so afraid to get the means and get checked out?
Akihito wasn't sure when or how or even why, but his mind was telling him to go to the doctor. Asami was a powerful man with money and that meant he could make almost anything happen, including getting him pregnant despite his refusal to be tied to the man with children. He liked their current arrangement, all the hot sex and heated down time, but children were a complication he wasn't ready for yet. He wanted to love Asami, not just tolerate him, first. He'd learned things about Asami though in the short time spent with the man, like that one time he overheard a phone conversation where Asami had acquired land illegally. He knew it must have been illegally because that land was government property which meant it should never have been on the market in the first place. He'd heard rumors too of a time before he knew Asami about the man using scientists to create a drug that altered the chemicals in a man's body. The man's scent changed without him realizing it and when he got home his Rottweiler ripped him to shreds.
The more he thought about it the more his hands shook and his heart raced. His stomach was becoming unsettled with anticipation and fear and he made up his mind to at least do a pregnancy test. He still refused to believe he could be carrying but the seed of doubt had been planted and if h didn't et to the bottom of it soon, he was afraid it might drive him insane.