Chapter Seven: Oestrus

Author's Note:

Hiya. Sorry this is upfront but fair warning. Remember this story is Rated M. If your reading this I am assuming you are old enough to do so. It is an Alpha/Omega/Beta Story. This chapter is titled Oestrus. Do the math. I tried to strike a good balance between the emotion and the physical, but I have to take into account Harry and Takashi's personalities as well as their biology. No doubt some of you will be upset that it is too much, while some will be upset that it's too little. Sorry, can only go with what works best for me and the story. I think I struck a good balance so it's not all insert tab a into slot b kind of thing. I hope you like it.

Monday, 31st of July 2006 – Tokyo Metropolis, City of Minato, Moto-Azabu District, Tokyo, Japan

Harry sat on the bed inside his darkened bedroom. The only light peeked in from the stars shining through closed curtains and the alarm clock illuminating on Takashi's nightstand.

Takashi lay beside him fast asleep. Harry was disappointed. The next few minutes would be monumental, his first oestrus cycle. How could Takashi sleep? Didn't it mean anything to him? While Harry knew his and Takashi's marriage wasn't a love match, he hoped they had gotten to the point where they liked each other and cared about the other's feelings. Why would he sleep now? This was important. Takashi's nonchalance hurt. Harry wiped the tears from his eyes, cursing his hormones. They've been all over the place lately. One moment he was happy, the next crying, and Takashi had been avoiding him all week as a result. He'd been home, but he'd been hiding out in the dojo he made out of one of the spare bedrooms or out on the terraces. He must have gotten so annoyed about the outbursts he no longer cared Harry was about to go into heat! Wrapping his arms around himself and shaking Harry watched as the clock struck midnight.

Nothing happened.

No heat. No embarrassing sexual thoughts careening through his body, no out of control feelings, no loss of control. No heat!

Where the healers wrong? Maybe because of all the damage done to his body he was no longer an Omega and couldn't go into heat? Would Takashi want him if he never had an oestrus cycle? If he couldn't go into heat, they couldn't bond. If they couldn't bond, what kind of Omega was he? Takashi wouldn't want him and his family definitely wouldn't approve. Could Omegas who couldn't go into heat have children? Would Takashi dissolved their marriage? Could he? It was magically binding.

It was over. Harry turned on the bedside lamp and shook Takashi awake. "Takashi!"

His husband, and how long could he call him that, jerked upright and looked around the room as if expecting an attack. Once he realized there was no threat, his wide-eyed gaze took in Harry and immediately pulled him onto his lap burying Harry's face in the crock of his neck.

"Why are you crying?" he asked huskily rubbing his hands up and down Harry's bare back.

"The healers were wrong, I'm defective. You should just leave now," he sobbed.

"Harry?"

Harry pulled him away from his body and pointed at the clock in answer.

"It's my birthday."

Still confused, Takashi leaned forward and gently kissed him. "Happy Birthday. But, what do you mean about being defective?"

Harry wondered if he had been wrong about him and Takashi really was an idiot. "My cycle," he said slowly. "It should've happened by now. I'm defective!"

Takashi blinked at him in confusion, before he bit his lip to keep from smiling.

"Harry, you've skimmed the Alpha/Omega books instead of reading them, ah?"

Harry glared at his soon to be ex mate. "I've read them," In response, Takashi only stared silently for several moments. Harry growled and hit his mate's bare chest. "Okay, so maybe my eyes skimmed over some of the boring bits."

The smile Takashi held back broke free. "Inside some of those 'boring bits' it states that an Omega's first oestrus cycle begins on their sixteenth birthday on the anniversary of their birth."

"I know that." Harry snapped impatient. "July 31st. It's the anniversary of my birth. Right Now. Nothing's happening."

He waved his hand between he and Takashi's bodies.

Takashi bit his lip, Harry glared. He knew the prat was trying to hold back laughter. "The anniversary of your birth is the actual hour you were born not the physical date."

Harry flushed. "Oh. I don't know my time of birth."

"I do. We have time. Plus, you were born in England and we still have the time difference between here and there. You won't go into full heat until Tuesday morning."

"Well crap," Harry muttered feeling like a total idiot. He rubbed his hand over where he had half-heartedly hit his husband. "Well why didn't you say something sooner? You saw how I've been freaking out."

"Harry, you've been 'freaking out' all week trying to get the apartment ready. How was I supposed to know the difference?" Takashi pointed out slightly exasperated.

"Point," Harry grumbled. "Sorry, I've been a mess."

Takashi chuckled and reached over to turn the light off. He pulled Harry to lie back down wrapping his arms around Harry to keep him still. "Hormones. It's expected. You're cute. Sleep."

Harry woke the morning of his birthday to the sound of the shower running. Stretching, he froze in place once he smelled Takashi's scent clinging to the sheets. Unable to stop himself, he buried his face in Takashi's pillow breathing in his mate's scent. Before Harry knew it, he had a raging erection while lubricant leaked from his backside, and he couldn't stop himself from humping the bedcovers as he sniffed the pillowcase. Once he realized what he'd been doing, Harry flushed and jumped off the bed, fixing the bedcovers to distract himself and cool his overheated body. He felt hot, itchy, and restless as if something was attempting to crawl out his skin. Yet he felt extremely lethargic, as if he were coming down with a fever. He desperately needed something to drink his head was dizzy.

Harry froze as Takashi's scent infiltrated the bedroom. Swinging around he saw Takashi standing in the doorway staring intently, a robe loosely wrapped around his body.

"Taka?" he asked confused biting his lip and flushing once he saw Takashi's member spring to life underneath the robe. "I thought you said it wouldn't be until tomorrow morning?"

Instead of answering, Takashi came up to Harry and pulled him in his arms nuzzling his neck. "Not yet. It's starting. Your scent is stronger and your glands are swelling in preparation for my bite." Takashi ran his hands down Harry's body while his teeth and lips and teeth nuzzled Harry's neck. His neck was ultra-sensitive and he whimpered as Takashi teased him. Biology demanded he melt into Takashi's arms and present his neck to his mate for claiming.

"Alpha."

Takashi growled in response and pushed Harry back on the bed climbing atop him, his teeth sucking and biting Harry's neck as his body grinded down on Harry's pajama clad bottom. Harry felt as if needles were poking on every inch of his skin and the only way to get rid of them was for Takashi to enter and claim him. But he wouldn't. Takashi pulled back with a deep sigh ignoring Harry's frustrated whine as he got to his feet then pulled Harry to his, pushing him toward the bathroom.

"Get ready; I have a surprise for you."

Harry sighed. It sucked being married to a man with the will of iron. "Surprise? Why?"

Takashi rolled his eyes in response and stepped away to go into the dressing room. Looking after his mate curiously for a moment he made his way to the shower. Wondering what the surprise was he took extra care with his clothes and hair before making his way downstairs.

Harry couldn't help but smile as he took in all the changes to the apartment. Over the last week, he worked relentlessly with Kaori and the interior designer to get the apartment ready. He wanted his den perfect before he went into heat. Tradesmen had been in and out the home constantly to get everything done on time. It had been a circus, but once Harry had seen the final result the drama was worth it.

Japanese architecture and interior design was all about minimalism, clean lines, and monochromic colors. Harry had to find some way to respect that while making it homey enough that it felt as if it were his home instead of a designer's showroom. The natural bamboo wood, white walls, and blending furniture where brightened up with accent walls in yellow, blue, and red throughout the apartment. While Harry brought comfortable monochromic furniture, he mixed that up with a large, yellow storage ottoman, with throw pillows in red and blue as well as other colorful accent furniture. Paper lantern globes hung from the ceilings giving light, but instead of the typical colors of white, brown, or black, they lined the ceiling in alternate primary colors. The shelves were filled with Takashi's extensive mundane book collection. The magical books were kept upstairs in their bedroom. Japanese glass art as well as colorful glass vases the goblins sent from his vaults brought in additional color and character. The upstairs bedrooms had shoji print screens with scenes from Japanese history as doors. The best part was the portrait of him and Takashi hanging in the living room.

He loved his den, and he felt he was ready, but that didn't stop him from still being nervous. He hoped he was good enough for Takashi. Takashi had done a lot for him and he didn't want to disappoint him.

Hearing Takashi in the kitchen, he nervously played with his hair and slid open the sliding screen.

"Okay, there is nothing you can say about my hai . . ." Harry's voice trailed off as he saw his surprise. His mouth dropped open and he swung around the room in a circle. "Oh . . .," he breathed in disbelief.

"Happy Birthday."

"Yeah," Harry nodded stupidly as he blinked and bit his lip. In all his worries about his heat, he'd forgotten today was his birthday and he should get presents. Not that he'd ever really gotten presents before. He discovered he had paid for the presents Hermione and Ron had given him over the years, even the money for the Nimbus Professor McGonagall had given him had come from his vault. Not to mention the replacement Firebolt they purchased when McGonagall and Flitwick destroyed the one Sirius had sent him by stripping the charm work. The only real presents he received where the ones he'd gotten from Sirius and Hagrid. And no one had ever done anything like this for him.

Takashi outdid himself. The number sixteen hung on the wall in enormous black lettering, vases of yellow daisies sat on the shelves on each side of the number. On the kitchen island was an elaborate buffet of every type of breakfast food set on elegant black and yellow serving dishes. A cake covered in yellow and black fondant with presents surrounding it sat on the kitchen table.

"It's perfect. Thank you."

Smiling, Takashi pushed a plate in his hand and led him to the food. Harry saw fruit he'd never seen before beautifully displayed on a three tiered dish stand. He grabbed some and turned to feed it to Takashi so he could judge the expression on his face and determine if it was something he wanted to try. Takashi of course caught on to his antics and smirking began to find the most foreign looking fruits to feed him by hand. That led to them ignoring the plates and feeding food to each other as they laughed and talked. Everything was wonderful, it was the best breakfast he'd ever had.

When they both declared themselves full, Takashi pulled him in his arms, holding him against his taller body by his bum, while they kissed. Takashi's lips tasted of syrup, cream, and French toast. Harry moaned and went lax into his Alpha's embrace letting him take control of their snog session.

"You smell so good. Taste even better," Takashi said his voice guttural.

Harry blushed. "We can start early."

Takashi growled before stepping back and closing his eyes breathing heavily. "Want to do it right. It's your birthday, we're going out."

Harry's eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Ah. It'll be somewhere secluded, just you and me. Sorry but I can't bear to have others near you so close to your heat."

Harry grinned. "Sounds lovely. You worked so hard on everything that I'd like a piece of cake before we leave though."

Smiling, Takashi led him to the table and sat Harry down on his lap while he cut the cake and fed it to him. Once finished, Harry reached for the presents but paused when he felt Takashi stiffen beneath him. He remembered what Kaori had told him about Japanese gift giving practices.

"Is it okay to open these in front of you?"

"Ah." Takashi nuzzled his neck. "Want you to like them."

Harry swung around in his Alpha's lap and gave him a brutal kiss before taking the first present in his hands and carefully removing the elaborate wrapping.

"They're wrapped so beautifully, I don't want to mess it up," Harry said softly as he slowly unwrapped the present. Harry gasped. There were tickets to a magical zoo and dragon reserve in Kyoto. "Wow."

Harry turned to give Takashi another hard, open mouth kiss before opening his other gifts. He also received subscriptions to international Quidditch magazines, a magical wireless radio that had enough of a magical booster to play programs from England, hair care and beauty products, and the last gift, a 24k gold necklace with a matching pendant of a lion with ruby eyes. Takashi's face flushed red with embarrassment when Harry gasped excitedly.

"It's perfect."

Takashi shrugged, though Harry could tell his Alpha was pleased. "It's your sign and your house at school."

Harry grinned and smashed his lips against Takashi's before holding out the necklace for Takashi to fasten it around his neck. Once the necklace was on, he engulfed Takashi in a tight hug and nuzzled his face in the side of his Alpha's neck, inhaling his potent scent.

"Best birthday ever. Best Alpha ever."

Takashi smiled. "I think you're high. No more sugar for you." He kissed him before pushing him toward the shoji screen. "Get your things while I put up the food."

Harry beamed happily and ran out the room only to pause when he saw Hedwig glaring at him from the closed terrace door. Running to open the door, he took his ornery owl in his arms and relieved her from her heavy burden before carrying her to her perch.

"Sorry girl. I know you must be tired after that long flight. I missed you though."

Hedwig rolled her eyes and gave him her 'of course you did' look. Harry snorted and ran his hand down Hedwig's flank only to stop short when he found the platinum encrusted band with the Potter crest around her leg. Startled, he let his magic flow as he felt for the spells on the band. Notice-me-not charms to prevent her from being seen by non-magicals, a carrying case with shrinking and feather light charms that made it easier for her carry large packages over great distances, strengthening and endurance charms so she wouldn't get tired over long journeys. It was an amazing gift and Harry felt stupid that he'd never thought of it before.

"Where did you get this? The goblins?"

Hedwig barked the negative and jerked her head toward the kitchen where Takashi was.

"Really," Harry grinned. "Isn't he amazing. Look what he got me for my birthday." Harry pulled his necklace out to show her and she shrugged her wing as if to say 'meh, mines better'. Harry stuck his tongue out at Hedwig. "You know it's great and stop acting like you don't like him. I know you do."

Hedwig rolled her eyes. Laughing, Harry set her down on her perch where she immediately turned her back on him and went inside where her food and water were.

By the time Takashi walked back into the living area, Harry had his satchel draped across his chest though he didn't know where they were going and if he had everything he'd need. He bounced up and gave him a tight hug.

"You brought Hedwig a present too!"

"You'd be upset if something happened to her," Takashi shrugged.

Harry squeezed Takashi tight and felt tears fall down his face. He was so lucky. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have Takashi in his life. Harry couldn't remember the last time he felt this carefree. Had he ever felt this way before? Blinking, Harry felt his Alpha palm under his chin and opened his eyes as he lifted his head to meet his mate's concerned gaze.

"Harry?"

Harry smiled through his tears. "I'm happy. Thank you."

He buried himself back in Takashi's chest and Takashi maneuvered them to the sofa and sat Harry on his lap, burying Harry's face in his neck while he rubbed soothing circles on Harry's back so his scent would calm his hormonal outbursts.

"Hormones are getting worse," he told Takashi wryly while using his lips to nibble at the base of Takashi's throat.

"We should go," Takashi growled.

"Wouldn't want to ruin the lovely day you planned out for us," Harry said jumping off Takashi's lap with a laugh.

Takashi shook his head in amusement and grabbed his bag that was sitting by the genkan before taking Harry's hand and leaving the building where their car awaiting them. It wasn't too long before they pulled up to an elegant mansion.

"Where are we," Harry asked intrigued.

"Haninozuka Compound."

"Hmm."

The Haninozuka Estate wasn't as old or as traditional as the Morinozukas'. While it was in the Japanese style, it was more modern with a strong hint of American rustic. The home was a long single story estate filled with floor to ceiling windows, Harry was curious to go inside and explore the home, but Takashi led him around the back to the surrounding forest like gardens until they came to the private garden, jungle-inspired playground, and elaborate natural swimming pool. Harry gasped.

"Wow."

"Swimming pool has an adjacent lazy river that runs through the back gardens of the estate,"

Takashi said as he dug into his bag and pulled out a scrap of fabric he handed to Harry. Harry looked at the tiny fabric curiously before realizing it was a swimsuit.

"Seriously?"

Takashi shrugged and pushed him into the changing room. Harry sighed down at the swimsuit in his hand. It was a tiny bikini with a wide yellow band and yellow and blue panels. The crotch area was sheer black mesh that hid nothing. He might as well go out naked. Harry put on the bikini and stared at himself in the mirror in disbelief. This was fashion? Though Harry supposed it could've been worse, Takashi could've given him a thong.

Stepping outside he saw Takashi waiting for him wearing orange swim trunks that fell to his knees. Pissed, Harry placed his hands on his hips and glared at his Alpha.

"Pervert."

Takashi smirked and pushed him down on the lounger where he took his time rubbing suntan lotion onto his body. Soon they were on inflatable tubes spending the day floating side by side down the pond that weaved around the estate. It was hard to stay peeved at his Alpha on such a beautiful, relaxing day. It helped that the soft breeze, great company, cool water, and lazy but enjoyable experience helped reduce the fever igniting his body due to his upcoming oestrus cycle.

For lunch, they sat under a cherry blossom tree for a picnic and Harry was able to put his shorts back on though he goggled when an old man in traditional dress with an elongated, gourd shaped head appeared and set out lunch for them.

"Takashi?" Harry whispered once the man left.

Takashi chuckled. "He's a nurarihyon. They're spiritual beings who have a habit of breaking into wizard homes when they're away and act as if they own the wizard's property. Ages ago, he dared to break into the Haninozuka's home and was caught. As penance, he has to serve the family for the rest of his life, as he is a supernatural creature he has a long life span."

Harry gaped. "How long has he been serving the family?"

Takashi shrugged. "250 years?"

"He doesn't look exactly human and the Haninozukas are squibs now. How can he not be noticed?" Harry frowned, "what keeps him from getting his revenge and harming the family? I don't think I'd want a servant who was only with me because he had been trapped into it."

"Magical oaths make it hard to rebel. Nurarihyons' are natural shape shifters, non-magicals just see him as an eccentric butler. They can't see through the glamour. He's very loyal and especially close to Mitsukuni, he's the one who realized Mitsukuni was a squib and not non-magical and got him to healers."

Harry nodded. He thought about the tickets Takashi had given him to the magical reserve and wondered what else he'd see that wasn't taught at Hogwarts.

"What other type of magical creatures are here in Japan?"

Takashi spent the rest of the lunch explaining about different magical creatures and spirits native to Asia. After they ate, they walked through the gardens hand and hand with Takashi showing him the bonsai garden while explaining the process of growing and cultivating them. They spent the rest of the afternoon touring the gardens and playing on the playground. Close to dinner, they got in the car and made their way back to the apartment where Takashi had catered in a candlelight dinner outside on the terrace. After dinner, private masseurs treated them to massages, then they sat in the hot tub on the private terrace outside their bedroom. Harry was surprised. He had assumed the hot tub would make the burning feel worse, but it was surprisingly refreshing. A very relaxed Harry climbed to bed and tangled himself in Takashi's arms.

"You made this day the best day in my life."

Takashi flushed with embarrassment and pulled Harry's body against his, curling his legs around Harry's before closing his eyes.

"Sleep."

Takashi deserved a medal. No, he deserved for the gods to build a shrine in his honor so others could visit and acknowledge his greatness. No one, no one would've been able to do what he's done and kept Harry innocent. No one.

He opened his eyes early Tuesday morning to discover Harry had climbed atop him in his sleep again. Inhaling, Takashi could nearly taste the pheromones Harry's body produced. His Omega smelled heavenly like pastry, tealeaves, and wind. Only a couple more hours now and he'd finally be buried inside him. It took all Takashi's power to not roll Harry over and plunge into him. The feeling was made worse when Harry moaned in his sleep and ground his groin against his.

Willpower snapped Takashi swung Harry around, pressing him against the mattress taking control of his mouth with sloppy, desperate kisses while slamming their clothed groins together. Harry still half-asleep whimpered at the contact and called out his name even as he wrapped his legs around Takashi's waist meeting his thrusts. It was too much. Takashi had spent too much time denying himself, after a few thrusts, he came so hard stars exploded behind his lids and he slumped boneless atop Harry's equally spasming body.

When Takashi came back to consciousness after the multiple orgasms that were a curse to his nature, he was shocked to find himself lying on his back, Harry's lithe body straddling him as he held a plate of food in his hands.

Harry smirked. "Good morning."

Takashi flushed. He had never lost control like that before. Never blacked out while pleasuring another person, it had always been too dangerous. When an Alpha climaxed, they were at their most vulnerable because it took between ten to twelve minutes for their orgasms to cease and their knot to deflate. This was unacceptable. He couldn't loose control, what if he hurt Harry?

He scowled. "Morning."

Harry chucked and peeled a kyoho (Japanese grape) before slipping it into his mouth. Takashi allowed his Omega to feed him and soothe his frazzled nerves. Once full, Harry leaned forward and placed his mouth next to Takashi's ear.

"Thank you."

"Ah?"

Harry chuckled darkly and bent down to lick juice clinging to Takashi's bottom lip before he continued speaking. "I was close to giving up. The day before we met, Hedwig knocked my wand away from my temple. My whole life was a lie. Everyone I was close to betrayed me. I didn't see the point of going on. Thank you for showing me there was a world outside the box I'd been trapped in. Still life to live."

Takashi's eyes popped open wide in shock. "Harry."

There were no words.

His Omega grinned as if he hadn't just blown his mind, hadn't just struck fear in his heart. Harry pecked his lips before jumping off his body and heading towards the bathroom. In his wake, Takashi felt frozen in shock, unable to move or process what he'd just heard. It was inconceivable to him that Harry would've given up, would've taken his own life.

Before meeting Harry he'd been worried about how they'd interact. While he always felt honored to be promised to an Omega Male, his experiences with Omegas before Harry had been with Omega Females. He had both wanted and feared Harry before they met. Would he be able to protect, desire, and care for Harry as he promised? After all, despite his biology, Harry was still a man. Then he'd met Haruhi's father Ranka and his fears went into overdrive. Despite reading the reports, despite knowing Harry wouldn't be the same, he had nightmares for weeks after meeting Ranka. Haruhi's father was not the kind of Omega Male he wanted to spend his life with. His doubts were thrown out the window the first time he spied Harry at Gringotts staring at him like a defiant kitten. At first glance, Harry became his.

When Harry returned fresh from the shower, Takashi pulled him atop his body and kissed him desperately.

"Don't do it," he managed.

Harry smiled. "I promise."

"First I wanted to help. Angry over what happened to you. Now that I know you . . .. Don't."

"Promise. You showed me how interesting life can be. You showed me if I just opened my eyes their was a new life awaiting me, new people to meet, new places to explore, new experiences to be had. Besides, I'd miss you. Just wanted you to know why I'm grateful, why I appreciate you . . . before this starts."

Takashi crushed Harry in his arms. "Lucky."

"Yes, I am."

"Meant me."

"Oh . . . wow."

Harry tightened his arms around Takashi holding on to each other for a very long time.

They still had time. To try and keep his mind off the enticing body and smell in the bed next to him, Takashi worked on his summer homework ignoring Harry's obvious attempts in trying to figure out the exact time his heat would began. Takashi watched amused as Harry pouted and pulled out his computer to work on his Japanese program.

"Takashi," Harry suddenly called out an hour before his heat was due to commence.

Takashi looked up from his book and his body instantly stiffened as he saw Harry staring at him with darkened, lust-filled eyes.

"Chikuso (oh shxit)!" Takashi breathed.

Harry crawled onto Takashi's lap. Takashi could smell his mate's arousal and the fluids dripping from his penis and entrance. Takashi bit his lip until it bleed. It wasn't time yet. He couldn't hold back a shiver when Harry nuzzled his neck.

"You smell good Taka," Harry said huskily. "Like choji oil, miso, and sweet dumplings."

Takashi groaned as Harry nibbled on his neck. He wasn't going to be able to hold out. He wasn't a saint. His chest rose and fell erratically as the two sides of himself, the primitive wolf who wanted to claim his mate, and the human who didn't want to rush things and hurt Harry warred with each other. His erection throbbed beneath his pajama bottoms and his hands were fisted on the sheets, not daring to move as the alluring Omega ground his utterly perfect body in Takashi's lap.

Harry whined in frustration and slammed his mouth over Takashi's.

"Taka, please."

"Not ready yet . . . we still have a little more time," Takashi gasped out.

"Do you even want me," Harry whined. "You're so restrained, sometimes I'm not sure."

Oh, that was it. Takashi growled and rolled over until Harry was underneath his body. He waved his hand with the focus ring on it and ropes appeared, tying Harry's hands over his head. Takashi then spelled off Harry's clothes, taking his Omega's leaking member in his mouth. The moans from Harry's mouth and the hips thrusting demanding he go deeper only fueled the fire.

"More!" Harry demanded. "Please more!"

Takashi chuckled around his mate's member loving the growls and whimpers falling from Harry's mouth. He'd leave an offering to the spirits of his ancestors for blessing him with a feisty mate. He inserted three fingers inside his Omega's hole and massaged his prostate, which caused Harry to scream and ejaculate in Takashi's mouth. Yet still, Harry remained hard.

"Please," Harry begged.

"Almost," Takashi groaned as he squirmed on the bed, desperately trying to find relief. "Not there yet."

Harry threw back his head and groaned. "How can this not be ready! It's here!"

Takashi chuckled and went back to Harry's body using his lips and hands to heighten Harry's pleasure while Harry squirmed and pleaded underneath him.

"I need to touch you," Harry whined.

"Your pleasure," Takashi countered huskily.

"Then give me what I want," Harry demanded.

"Not there yet."

Takashi continued to pleasure Harry, slowly climbing up Harry's body as he peppered him with kisses. Takashi used his teeth and tongue to turn Harry on, from sucking on the toes of Harry's feet to dragging his tongue seductively up the length of his thigh.

Then Harry attacked.

Harry regained his sanity and managed to use the last of his strength to surprise Takashi by flipping him over. Grinning in triumph, he bent down and kissed his husband's lips before slowly kissing down Takashi's body his hands still tied above him. Though he refused to be deterred as he got to finally kiss, touch, analyze Takashi's luscious body.

Before in all the snogging sessions, Takashi had taken control and overwhelmed Harry and Harry never got to really explore. Harry was determined to make Takashi cry out, do something to show he could affect Takashi as he affected him. He kissed his way down Takashi's chest pausing at Takashi's nipples, mimicking Takashi's movements using his teeth, lips, and tongue doing his best to get a reaction from him. Though Takashi moaned and twisted, it seemed he still kept a tight rein on his control. Smirking, Harry made his way down to Takashi's member, opened his mouth, and swallowed the head of Takashi's cock.

"Harry!"

Takashi attempted to lift Harry off him, but Harry shook his head and opened his mouth wider attempting to take as much as possible. It was difficult, Takashi wasn't the smallest man on the planet, and his Alpha genetics only made him larger. Remembering the sex books he read, Harry relaxed his throat when he felt his gag reflex kick in. He stopped a moment then pushed further a little more. Takashi began to shake uncontrollable as his hands fisted in the sheets as he babbled constantly in Japanese. Finally, Harry thought proudly. To reward his mate for finally letting go, Harry used his throat muscles to swallow. Takashi screamed in response.

Pleased, Harry removed his mouth, raised himself over Takashi, lined himself up, and quickly dropped down on Takashi's penis.

Harry screamed.

Pain. Hurt. Agony. What the hell? His insides were on fire. It was as if Takashi's member was a giant, hot knife thrust inside of him, searing the inside of his body. Tears poured down his face as he breathed shallowly attempting to control the unexpected pain rocketing his system.

"Harry!"

Takashi attempted to lift Harry off but Harry shook his head and squeezed his thighs against Takashi's feeble attempts.

"Okay, okay." Harry gasped through his tears. "Startled. Hold on."

Harry had a hard time catching his breath. It hurt. He didn't think it would hurt with the lubrication his body naturally produced. Damnit, Takashi was right he should have waited. It wasn't too bad though, he thought between frantic gusts of air released from his mouth. Frankly, he'd been in more pain in his life, and the pain lessened the longer he sat. The knife pricks slowly faded and Harry began to like the feeling of fullness. It felt weird. Alien. Curious, Harry shifted his hips and Takashi flung his head back and muttered words he couldn't understand. Pleased, Harry did it again and watched Takashi groan.

Oh, he got it now. He knew why Alpha's were such control freaks. This was amazing. What a powerful feeling it was to watch your partner come apart beneath you and know you were the cause. Harry wanted more.

Harry grinned. "I like you like this all ruffled. It's sexy."

Harry rose a little and dropped back down hard and fast.

"Kuso!"Takashi shrieked. Gasping, Takashi waved his hand, releasing the bounds around Harry's hands and then clamped his own hands around Harry's waist stilling him. "Not in full heat yet," Takashi gasped.

Duh, Harry thought internally. But, he smiled and wiggled in Takashi's grip. Takashi's English, usually flawless was horrible now.

"Feels like it."

"Regular . . . intense arousal. Not heat . . . must produce . . .."

Harry squeezed his inner muscles and Takashi moaned losing his train of thought.

"Mmm." Harry reached down with his hands and tangled their fingers together. "Well you are sexy. So beautiful you are hard to resist. Now you know it's you and not the hormones. I like you under me like this."

Harry used his knees as traction before raising his hips and slamming down again.

"Merlin!" Harry screamed.

Something happened. The pain was gone and all he felt was pleasure, blinding all consuming pleasure. Fluid leaked out his body in embarrassingly copious amounts. The powerful feeling Harry felt of being in control disappeared. All he felt was need. He needed Takashi inside of him. He needed Takashi to take control and dominate him. He needed to be filled. Was he inside of him still? Something was missing. The fullness he felt inside was gone. Why? Takashi was still inside him, why didn't he feel full? Harry keened shifting his hips desperately, wanting, needing that feeling of fullness.

"Taka," he cried, scared wondering what was going on. He felt so empty. Gasping, Harry pleaded for Takashi to fill him to make him feel full once again.

Takashi sniffed then roared, flipping Harry over he withdrew his member from Harry's body then thrust back into him. Repeating the gesture over and over again. It was if a wild animal had been unleased inside his mate. But, it wasn't enough. He wasn't full.

"Taka?"

In response, the thrusting increased and a sort of hip twisting grind was added into the equation. It felt so good.

"Mine!"

"Yes!" Harry gasped wrapping his legs around Takashi's waist meeting his furious thrusts. "More please!"

"Waited was good."

"You were. Good. More Taka." He needed it. He needed that full feeling again and only Takashi could give it to him.

Takashi pulled all the way out then slammed back in hitting Harry's prostate. Harry screamed out a string of intelligible words as he begged and pleaded for Takashi not to stop. Takashi continued to pound into him as sweat poured down his body. Each thrust was pure bliss, but somehow it wasn't enough.

"More!"

"My Harry. So beautiful. So perfect."

Harry felt tears gather in his eyes at Takashi's words. He lifted limp arms and ran them up and down Takashi's body trying to get at anything he could reach. Then Takashi stopped thrusting.

"Taka," he whimpered too needy and too strung out to say anything else.

"I'll fill you. But first tell me your mine, Harry."

"I'm not," Harry whined. "Not yet. Really. Make me yours."

"Yes!"

Harry bared his neck and as Takashi slammed into him hitting his prostate again and bit at his neck, drawing blood. It hurt like hell, but the pleasure was like nothing Harry experienced before. All consuming. And finally he felt it. He was full. Finally full. It was perfect. Harry's legs shook and his eyes rolled in the back of his head as he climaxed. Dimly, Harry felt Takashi achieve his own orgasm and his knot flared inside Harry tying their bodies together.

"So good Taka."

Takashi shuddered through another release and Harry shuddered at the intense emotions ratcheting through his body as he felt Takashi's member inside him. His own gave feeble attempts to come back to life, but Takashi had destroyed him, wrung him dry. Takashi bent down and licked at the open wound on Harry's neck.

"Mine, forever," Takashi's voice was guttural, his wolf was in control for the moment.

"Yours."

They were entwined for over ten minutes, Takashi went through several more orgasms, each getting progressively less intense than the last until his knot finally deflated and Takashi was able to pull out Harry's body as copious amounts of semen flooding in his wake. Once he recovered, Takashi cleaned the mess with magic and summoned the basket of food to the bed where they gulped down bottles of water and ate a meal. Drained, all Harry could do was lie limply in Takashi's arms and allow his Alpha to provide for him. Just as Harry finished his treacle tart, he felt his pheromones flare up again and his body shake with want. He needed to be filled.

Takashi's nostrils flared and he growled.

Author's Notes:

*I've been lazy lately. Since this was pretty much written I found it easier to update this than A Chance at Happiness because that chapter isn't written and I have to write it from scratch. So I've been avoiding that. Spring Break is approaching and I'm trying to pawn the kidlets off on relatives for a couple days so I should get back on track soon.

*Shouts out to my wonderful reviewers who told me where I could read manga, I am eternally grateful. Though I still haven't gone through Ouran High School Host Club yet. I am ashamed to say that I have become addicted to yaoi manga. I never realized I was such a perv at heart.

*Hope you enjoyed the chapter. Leave a review and let me know what you think. I appreciate all of your support. It has really helped keep me motivated. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.