Perhaps Asami should be more careful with what he wishes for because Akihito's heat might actually kill him.
He has no concept of what Time is anymore so he can no longer say what day it is. All he knows is Akihito; his taste, his smell, the way he sounds as Asami's knot locks itself once again in his greedy hole. He knows only the warmth of his body, the way he bites his bottom lip as he rides him, erratic and desperate. He only sees the look in his eyes, the hypnotic haze of desire that has Asami falling in the endless abyss of pleasure.
Asami is choking on everything that is Akihito and he can't think of a better way to die.
In fact, he can't think much of anything. If he's not fucking Akihito, he is sleeping. When he's not sleeping, he's scarfing down cheap snacks and water for strength and when his hunger and thirst subsides, he finds Akihito in his arms once more, desperate and wanting, and the cycle continues.
Like now: Akihito is over him, sluggish and exhausted but still demanding for Asami's knot with every movement of his hips. His arms wrap around Asami's neck as they rest against the headboard. Discarded pillows and bedding scattered around them like a nest as Akihito continues to ride Asami's dick, sluggish and hungry and determined, despite both of them being too sore and rubbed raw. Asami absentmindedly sucks hickeys across Akihito's collarbones and chest. He runs his hands down the omega's spine to his ass, giving the firm muscle a good squeeze before feeling for the abused rim as it stretches around his cock. He can imagine how red it is just by looking at Akihito's lips, bright in color and battered. Asami finds himself grimacing and grunting at the feeling of being inside Akihito as the pain overrides the pleasure.
He bites at the omega's nipple in retaliation causing Akihito to cry out as his hips start to roll in tight, fast circles. He hisses through his teeth; the friction burning hotter than the pleasure as he deliriously chases after his umpteenth orgasm. Asami attaches his mouth to Akihito's left shoulder, nipping at the existing bruising marks that bloom all across Akihito's upper body, darkening the purple, blue, and red marks even deeper, deliriously hoping that they'll never fade. His eyes wander to the only clear spot of skin on Akihito's neck, free of any bruising and teeth and he craves.
He resists.
He wants to sink his teeth into the soft patch of skin on Akihito's neck. The primal part of his brain is howling at him, begging for him to complete the bond that would tie them together permanently. A mark that will never fade like the temporary marks scattered across Akihito's skin. He feels it in his gut, burning like ashes on his tongue but all he can do is leave purple and red blossom everywhere and anywhere his mouth could touch; love bites across his chest and thighs, and whispers into Akihito's skin a quiet simmering promise of soon.
For now, he will bruise, kiss, lick, bite, and torment his omega into oblivion as many times as he can until they collapse from exhaustion.
The pain begins to subside, numbing into a dull buzz in the back of his mind as his climax builds. Akihito has lost the ability to speak hours ago (or was it days?) and can only cry out for more, words choking in the back at his throat as he tightens his grip on Asami and holds on as the alpha fucks into him. Skin hitting slick skin, the sound of their bodies rubbing and crashing against each other, trying to become that ceremonious one all over again as they cum together - a muffled, pained cry that rings across the room.
It's quick and it hurts almost too much as Asami releases inside Akihito. The omega is stuffed full with countless loads and Asami feels the overflow of his sperm leak out and onto his thighs and stomach as it seeps into the sheets. He is unable to knot now, having done it only moments before. Or maybe it was hours ago? He doesn't know but he's worried that after this heat he may never be able to knot again.
Akihito whines desperately, feeling the leak and begins to grind down on Asami's thighs as if trying to soak up the cum through his skin. Asami quickly shushes him, pulling Akihito to rest his head in the crook of his neck while he strokes his hair. It calms him and it's not long after that Akihito becomes heavy against him, exhaustion finally winning over the endless burning of his heat and he collapses in Asami's arms, snoring softly into his neck.
Asami can't help but give a small sigh of relief. He waits for a moment to catch his breath before he carefully removes his softening dick from within Akihito. He grunts at the pain, an uncomfortable stinging sensation travels up his spine and even Akihito who is dead to the world gives a pained grumble. He gives his omega a soft kiss to the temple and gently moves his body off to the side, making sure to place Akihito's head on the pillows. He blearily looks to find something to wipe up the sticking mess from both of their bodies.
The alpha scowls as he sees no towels. The master bathroom is too far away and would leave Akihito out of his eyesight which makes Asami...uncomfortable. He doesn't want to admit it but he can't bear leaving Akihito's side now, not even for a moment. His primal instincts yell at him to not abandon his mate while he's unconscious and vulnerable. He wants to laugh because he knows, logically, there are no threats. There are no alphas in the area to challenge him and "steal" Akihito away while his back is turned. That both of them are in a safe, though temporary, "den" that smells like them, that Akihito is saturated with his scent and anyone and everyone who knows better will turn away. They're not primal animals living in the forest and caves and surviving only on instinct anymore.
...Still, Asami would rather bash his own face into a wall and tear at his own skin than leave Akihito's side for even a moment.
He looks down near the end of the bed and sees the discarded top sheet hanging on the edge and shrugs before grabbing it. He wipes himself off first, too tired to worry about doing a thorough job. He does his best to clean Akihito up, fighting against his fatigue as he tries to wipe away the cum but it doesn't stop coming out. Asami sighs and turns his head to look away. He is trying to resist but he is truly a weak man when it comes to Akihito.
His mind begins to wonder how many loads of his cum are inside of Akihito, how full he is and how he will leak for hours, perhaps even days.
His mouth starts to water and his chest begins to burn as thoughts play out in his mind. Asami shakes his head, trying to ignore the primal part of his brain crying out, Do it!
He should go to sleep.
He needs to sleep.
He wants to sleep.
He wants to eat Akihito out while he's full of his seed, spread out before him like a divine and irresistible meal as he tastes the perfect mixture of them on his tongue.
Finish what you started, you fool! the primal voice roars out from the back of his mind.
He drags his eyes up and down Akihito's body, slowly taking in the glorious mess that he has made of it; the bites and bruises, the countless scratches that cover his chest, legs, and arms before reaching Akihito's neck. Fresh bruises are blossoming in various colors against his summer kissed skin, making Akihito look like an erotic watercolor painting against the off white bedsheets. He wishes he was an artist like Akihito so he could snap this scene before him. He wants to commission someone to paint this image, this memory, on a canvas so Asami can stare at forever but he would have to tear out their eyes because no one can look at Akihito while he is this beautiful. This is only for him and he's hardly worthy, though grateful for the privilege.
Asami stares at the spot where his mark will be one day, imagining the fresh imprint of his teeth just underneath Akihito's ear, sitting proudly for the world to see amongst a pattern of hickeys.
He is a weak man and a terrible, undeserving alpha when it comes to Akihito.
A quick taste and then he'll pass out for a week.
Satisfied with that idea, Asami pushes Akihito onto his stomach, careful to keep his face clear of the pillows. He spreads Akihito's legs open and pulls the omega closer to him as he lays on his stomach. He looks to watch Akihito's sleeping face for a moment and then gently pushes Akihito's cheeks to reveal the abused, wet hole. His mouth waters as he stares at the loose puckering entrance, bright red from the constant abuse of Asami's dick. He takes a sharp breathe in, taking in the strong scent of sex and sweat and with a flat tongue licks up to Akihito's cum soaked hole.
It's bitter and salty but he can taste Akihito's sweet slick and Asami is obsessed. He goes deep now hungry for more, sticking his tongue into Akihito with long, open mouth licks and then quick, short flicks of his tongue. He alternates between the motions as he feels Akihito's loosen even more against his insistent mouth as he tries to drown himself in this addictive mess. He wraps his arms around Akihito's hips, using his broad shoulders to keep his legs open. Akihito shifts, though he doesn't wake as he unconsciously moves his hips with Asami's tongue. Soft, breathless sighs are all that escapes from the sleeping omega as the alpha continues his secret pleasure.
Tasting himself within Akihito is something Asami will never get enough of. The mix of his essence and Akihito together is ambrosia to him. Or heroin. Delightful and addictive with the high probability of killing him. Asami is stained and forever ruined by this omega and that fills him with endless appreciation. That Akihito has chosen him, has agreed to wear his mark and desires it as much as he does. Though Asami will have to learn patience in waiting for Akihito's true heat, he knows that if he lives through this heat, it will be worth it in the end.
He smiles against Akihito's hole, pleased to see it somewhat cleaned of semen. He gives it one more good, long lick before sitting up, groaning at the deep ache of his muscles. The primal part of his brain grumbles at him for stopping but seems overall pleased with his work. He picks up the forgotten sheet and continues his task of cleaning Akihito and himself up. The alpha grabs the comforter from the floor, tossed over to the side of the bed sometime during the endless sex and tucks Akihito in. He places two soft kisses on the omega's forehead and one on his cheek. Akihito gives a quiet, sleepy hum before curling into the warmth of the blanket.
Asami watches Akihito for a while longer before finally allowing sleep to take him, a heavy arm resting protectively across Akihito's form.
XX
When the near-constant roaring of his stomach could no longer be ignored, Akihito groans softly, trying and failing to find sleep as he rolls over onto his back, ignoring the twinge of soreness of everything and slowly, regretfully opens his eyes.
The heavy curtains are blocking out the bright rays of the sun and cloak the room in dark shadows. The air is cool with only the low hum of the air conditioner echoing in the still room. Akihito curls into the comforter a little deeper, wanting sleep to take over again. The exhaustion he feels is bone-deep and he knows he can (and should) sleep for days. His stomach, however, has its own opinion and releases another roar, reminding Akihito that it is very, very empty.
He gives a small whine in protest, annoyed at his stomach for disturbing his much-needed rest. Over his grumbling, he hears soft, breathless laughter to his left and is reminded that he's not alone in this bed. A deep and comforting voice whispers in the dark, "Any louder and you'll wake the neighbors."
Akihito rolls his eyes though no one can see, "We don't have any neighbors." He grumbles, his voice raspy from disuse and his throat dry, desperate for something to drink. He turns his head to see Asami on his side, curled against the pillows, facing him.
"There's an apartment complex across the street. They would think that Godzilla has risen from the depths thanks to all this racket." He says, his eyes closed as a soft smile appears on his face.
Akihito gives him a sleepy glare that Asami can't see but hopes he can feel, "Look who became a comic overnight. Shall I tell Kirishima that you're changing careers? I don't think he'll handle it well."
Asami sighs, blissful and content, "I'm in a good mood despite being rudely awakened by someone's roaring gut." As if on cue, Akihito's stomach growls which causes Asami to laugh quietly again, his eyes still closed, but his small smile is visible even in the shadows. Seeing Asami so free and relaxed makes Akihito's stomach flutter with more than just hunger pains.
Turning away from Asami, Akihito stretches out his stiff muscles against the bed, hears and feels the cracks go up and down his neck and spine. He feels the dull ache in his legs and hips; it hurts in the best and strangest way. After a moment, Akihito sits up and then looks over his shoulder at the dozing alpha, "Well, I'm hungry." He states.
"Oh, are those what those sounds mean? I was concerned." Asami teases before releasing a large yawn and a larger stretch. Akihito watches Asami's chest and stomach muscles twitch. Even in the shadows, the damn alpha is still impressive with his perfect muscles. However, what light that makes it through the curtains gives Akihito a sliver of a glimpse of the bruises and scratches that cover Asami's chest and shoulders. Knowing that he was the one that left them, sends a bolt of electricity down into his gut causing pulses of warmth to move up his chest and face. He finds himself blushing at the sense of pride of knowing that Asami will be carrying his marks for days after is...overwhelming. Akihito turns his head away so Asami can't see the look on his face.
Asami rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he sits up, the soft comforter pooling at his hips. He looks at Akihito, his dark hair a mess and his usual stoic face in complete peace. "Is there anything that you would like?" He asks. Akihito jolts slightly, caught in his own thoughts and looks back to the alpha with hungry puppy eyes.
At this point, there is only one answer. "Food." It's all he can think about now. His mouth begins to water at the thought of endless piles of sushi, ramen noodles, and rice bowls with tempura shrimp and savory broths. He wants fried pork cutlets with veggies and curry sauce. He demands a full Japanese breakfast with all the fixings. He wants anything besides chips and sweet cakes.
Well, maybe a couple of sweet cakes...
A chuckle of amusement that seems to come so easily from the alpha now breaks Akihito's poetic and tasty thoughts. "Well, that's very broad."
"Don't we have any snacks?" Akihito asks as he looks around the room, remembering seeing a mini-fridge somewhere. He thinks. He definitely remembers there was food at one point.
"We ate most of them yesterday," Asami says through a yawn. "I can call down to the kitchen and have them bring something up. It would be more substantial than chips anyway." He turns and reaches for the light on the nightstand which causes a soft, warm glow to cast the shadows away. Akihito squints against the light before finding the mini-fridge in the corner. He also sees various wrappers lying on the floor.
"How long will it take to get something from the kitchen?" He asks.
"Well, that depends on what we order."
Akihito whines, "I'm wasting away, Asami. I need something now. Can't you see that?" Akihito falls back against the pillows with defeat and unnecessary dramatics. He turns his head to face Asami and says, "I need food now, Asami. After all, an alpha is supposed to provide."
Uttering those words is like casting a spell. Akihito almost hated to ruin the relaxed atmosphere but he couldn't stop himself from saying it. Perhaps he is still under the influence of the heat fever. Or perhaps he wanted to feel the room become instantly charged as he watches Asami's calm, sleepy face go intense with predatorial lust as his golden eyes lock with Akihito's wide hazel blue. The air in Akihito's lungs freezes and he feels slick begin to leak into the bedding once more.
"Is there anything else that I can provide for you, omega?" The words are a silky threat as Asami leans in slowly, beginning to crawl over Akihito's vulnerable body. The omega feels the air becoming thin and he has to bite the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from instinctively replying, "Yeah, your knot."
Thankfully his stomach growls again causing the spell to break. Asami blinks slowly, looks down to Akihito's stomach and then looks back up with an amused smile and says, "So, food?"
Akihito gives him a sheepish grin. "Please?"
Asami nods and reaches for the phone to begin ordering enough food to serve a small army, which Akihito is not complaining about; the more food there is, the better. However, what he is going to complain about is how incredibly filthy he abruptly feels. No doubt covered in fluids of all sorts, both from himself and Asami, the urge to bathe is sudden and makes Akihito want to scratch at his skin. He knows he will have to argue with Asami about taking a shower, no doubt the alpha will become a little territorial over the idea of Akihito "washing away his scent".
Akihito will eventually and begrudgingly have to admit to the alpha that he will be carrying his scent for weeks and one shower isn't going to change it. He already can't bear the prideful look that will appear on Asami's face.
Regardless, his decision is made. So the omega carefully removes the comforter and slowly slides off the mattress as Asami ends the call.
"And where do you think you're going, little omega?" The alpha asks, a little condescendingly to rile Akihito up which he refuses to give in to. He stands and gives Asami a pouty glare before giving in to a full-body stretch. He groans at the feeling of his muscles moving, the ache in his body sending goosebumps across his skin. He ignores the pounding of blood against the numerous bruises and the watchful gaze of his alpha as his naked body is on complete display.
"I'm going to take a shower." He says and carefully on shaky legs begins to walk around the bed.
He can hear the pouting in the alpha's voice. "Why?"
He does not sigh. "Because I'm gross and I stink, Asami."
The alpha crosses his arms, clearly offended at Akihito for whatever reason. "You're not gross and you smell fine to me," he says.
Akihito rolls his eyes and gives Asami a flat look. "I am covered in every bodily fluid imaginable, Asami. I am dis-gus-ting," he states.
"I didn't piss on you," Asami says, mildly defensive as if Akihito just insulted him and slapped his mother.
"Well thank god, there are small mercies in this world." He replies flatly. He reaches the bathroom door and looks over his shoulder to Asami, giving the alpha a stern look. "I'm going to take a shower, and then you are going to take a shower because you're also very gross and smelly. Then we will eat enough food for eight people and go home and sleep for days." Well, he will sleep for days. Asami will probably all but skip back to work tomorrow despite the two-day sex fest.
A wicked smirk slowly appears on Asami's face as Akihito watches a terrible idea ignite in his head. "Why don't we shower together?" He asks, no innocence at all in his voice.
Akihito is unamused. "No." He replies and opens the bathroom door.
Asami's smirk only deepens. "Why not? We could save water by doing that." The alpha has the gall to bat his eyelashes at Akihito as he leans back, using his arms to hold him up, showcasing his toned and hickey covered body, tilting his head slightly to the left, almost endearingly. "Afterall, climate change is real, Akihito."
This prick...
Akihito clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth, ignoring the slight throb in his temple and replies, "That may be so, but your intentions are not for the sake of the planet. It's just so you can fuck me against the bathroom sink."
Asami chuckles, enjoying the sassy attitude. No one else would dare to speak to him the way that Akihito does, not unless they wanted a knife in their gut and a cold smile to take with them to the afterlife. His smiles are so warm and free now, Akihito has to be careful to not be swayed by it. Asami looks through his dark eyelashes as his trademark smirk appears on his kissed bruised lips. Akihito ignores his heart as it skips a beat or two.
"I wouldn't fuck you against just the bathroom sink, at least not yet." The alpha says, a dark promise in his voice. "I'd fuck you in the shower first. I might even wash your hair while you catch your breath for the next round." Akihito gulps as he tries to block out the image of being pressed against the cool tile with hot water and even hotter alpha pounding into him and against him. "Then I'll fuck you again, this time longer and slower and harder until the water is cool and you can't take it anymore as you're stretch around my cock nearly as frantic and greedy for it as you were in your heat fever. And only when you beg prettily and desperate is when I'll finally think about letting you come."
He pauses as he watches Akihito flush bright pink from his cheeks to his chest, his mouth slack and wet. His tongue subconsciously licks at his plush bottom lip as his eyes glaze over. "But only after I put you on your knees, already bruised from use and your hand on your dick frantically stroking yourself as you choke on my cock. That's when I'll let you cum"
Akihito shakes his head, ignoring the way Asami's words burn into his mind, causing heat to simmer down to his groin. His dick, though sore, twitches and begins to stiffen. He swallows down the rising lust, refuses to back down and grips the doorway for support. "Oh well in that case," He says sweetly between his teeth, doing his best to end the conversation before the alpha gets what he wants. "You can wait outside." And with that, Akihito quickly steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
He should have locked the door if he really didn't want Asami to follow him.
He hears the slight creak of the bed as Asami stands and before Akihito can react, the alpha opens the door, proudly showcasing the rest of his hickey, scratch marked, and bruised covered body. Akihito's eyes immediately drop to look to his alpha's dick which is already at half-mast over the idea of aggressive shower sex. Akihito freezes in awe, entranced by Asami's body and power and the freedom he has in his nudity. His breath is short causing his head to become dizzy while his body starts to feel hot once again. He stands before a predator and yet instead of fear, Akihito feels powerful and desired. In the back of his mind, something beams with pride as he backs away from the alpha until he hits the cool wall against his inflamed skin.
Asami saunters up to Akihito, unaffected by his nudity and uses his full height to make Akihito look up as he commands, "Indulge me."
Whatever trance Akihito was in ends suddenly as he sputters to attention, "Indulge you?! I've "indulged you" for the last thirty-six hours. If I indulge you any further, I'll evaporate or permanently lose feeling in my legs." He claims.
Asami reaches down and touches Akihito's chin to pull him into a kiss. Akihito immediately responds, realizing this is the first time Asami has touched him since waking up and his skin immediately sings, shooting endorphins throughout his brain. From such a simple touch, Akihito can only laugh at himself at how truly helpless he is.
"Asami…" He whines softly against the alpha's lips but he's defenseless.
As Asami presses his mouth against his own, Akihito can't resist him anymore and wraps his arms around his alpha's neck though he is careful to keep the kiss light. If he gives Asami even an inch that greedy bastard will take ten miles.
Asami begins to move his hands down Akihito's neck and chest before wrapping them around his back, leaving light scratch marks from his shoulder blades and follows his spine to his ass which Asami happily squeezes a couple of times before spreading his cheeks. Akihito shivers as the cool air hits his exposed and sore hole. He ends the kiss and lightly pushes the alpha away, allowing some space between them.
He takes a deep breath in and gives Asami an unimpressed look, "Nice try." He says and begins to push Asami out of the bathroom.
Asami blinks in surprise as he allows Akihito to push him for a few steps before using his weight against the omega. "Akihito." He frowns, clearly disappointed at the idea of not having sex.
"No." He says firmly as he pushes hard against the tower of Alpha Asami.
"Akihito." He says, his tone stern and demanding as if he's barking orders to his subordinates. This irks Akihito and he releases a sharp exhale as he looks into Asami's piercing eyes.
"I am not," He says, articulating every word so that the stubborn, idiotic, bastard of an alpha will understand him, "having sex. With you. Today. Or for the rest of this week. I can't, Asami. Physically, I'm so tired and sore that if your dick decides to go anywhere near my ass, I might actually combust." He points to the door, letting Asami know that this conversation is over. "So if you really, really need to get your nuts off, you can go get reacquainted with your old friend, Mr. Right Hand."
The alpha's eyes follow Akihito's stretched out arm for a moment before looking back at him. His gaze is intense and calculating and Akihito suddenly feels more naked than he is. He inhales, puffs up his chest, ready for an argument that he thinks is coming when Asami steps forward and gasps Akihito's face with gentle, warm hands. Golden brown eyes search over Akihito's face, concern laced in the irises making Akihito feel vulnerable and uncertain.
"...what?" The omega asks, confused by Asami's sudden tenderness as the fight leaves him as suddenly as it had arrived.
Asami's worried frown deepens, his eyebrows furrow with quiet distress as his thumbs rub soothing circles on Akihito's cheekbones. "I didn't ask." His voice a deep whisper. "I didn't think to." He says, looking off to the side with something like shame in his eyes. When he brings his gaze back to Akihito's face, his golden eyes are softer and sad.
"Are you hurt?" He asks.
The question takes Akihito by surprise. He thinks for a moment, mentally going through his body's aches and dull pains but nothing stands out to him that needs his immediate attention. "I'm just sore. Really, really sore all over so I don't…" He stops to gather his thoughts, "I don't think it would be a good idea to have sex. Especially since we had sex on and off for thirty-six hours straight."
Asami observes him for a moment before whispering, "Alright."
Akihito leans into Asami's touch, resting his forehead to Asami's chin. Asami wraps his arms into a tight squeeze around Akihito's shoulders, placing his cheek atop the younger man's head. They stand there for a few moments, shifting and swaying softly in time with one another's breath, feeling each other's warmth. Akihito listens to Asami's steady heartbeat while Asami feels Akihito's warm, soft breath on his neck. If Akihito's not careful, he'll fall back to sleep.
"Asami?" Akihito calls out in a hushed tone, breaking the quiet spell that has fallen upon them. He hears and feels the alpha hums an acknowledgment. "I'm still taking a shower."
Asami chuckles softly, "I'm still joining you."
Akihito can't help but grin in the crook of Asami's neck. He drops it quickly to playfully glare at Asami as he sticks his index finger in the alpha's face.
"If your dick gets anywhere near my butt," He warns, pausing to insight fear in the alpha, "I'll release all of those pictures of you sleeping with stuffed animals to all your employees."
Asami has the nerve to yawn in his face.
Akihito groans as he pulls away, releasing an annoyed but playful huff and walks towards the walk-in shower.
The master bathroom is nearly the length of the master bedroom, though a third of its size in width. The color scheme is off-white and soft gray tile with softer, stormy blue walls. The walk-in shower is similar in design to the one at the penthouse including the multiple showerheads and is tucked away at the end of the room. The glass wall facing nearest to the entrance is distorted allowing some kind of privacy for any of its users. It looks large enough to fit four people comfortably inside. The toilet sits adjacent to the walk-in shower, comfortably tucked in the corner with a fuzzy navy blue mat sitting in front of it.
A large and deep bathtub is next to the shower, looking more like a jacuzzi than a bathtub. The double sink vanity sits across from the tub with white and assorted shades of grey and blue marble for the countertops and dark wood cabinets, along with a large well-lit mirror. As Akihito crosses the mirror, out of the corner of his eye he sees exactly what has been done to his body during his heat.
"Asami Ryuichi!" He cries out in disbelief. "Did you beat me?"
The bruising is, in a word, impressive. Every inch of Akihito's neck, shoulders and down to his torso is bruised. Large and small welts of various shades of purple, blue, and near-black speckled with light green, faded pink, and blotchy red cover nearly all his upper chest. His neck is the worst having been assaulted constantly throughout his heat. It truly looks like he has a dark purple and blue shawl around his shoulders. Akihito touches some of the bruises on his right shoulder, wincing at the light, stinging pain as he feels the repeated imprint of Asami's teeth embedded into the muscle. He stares in shock before spinning his head back towards Asami with his mouth agape.
Suddenly the tall and powerful alpha is replaced by a much younger and sheepish looking boy who has just been caught red-handed by his parents and is not looking forward to the scolding that is about to take place. "It's not...that bad…" He says trailing off, his eyes looking anywhere but the furious omega before him.
Akihito couldn't say anything for a few moments; his brain shorting out due to rage and shock. He could only look back and forth between Asami and his reflection, constantly motioning his hands towards his mirror image and himself in stunned silence.
"What...what did you do?!" Asami visibly winces at the shrill in Akihito's voice.
"It just looks bad, Akihito, because it's fresh. They will fade in a couple of days." The alpha insisted, trying his best to calm his omega down before he did something rash, like throwing the soap dispenser at his head.
"In a couple of days? Ryuichi, I will not be able to wear my normal clothes for weeks!" Akihito's voice echoes loudly against the tile, and Akihito is too busy examining his wounds to see Asami suppressing a shudder at the sound of his first name from Akihito's lips, sounding so natural from his mouth even as he spits venom across the tile floor.
"I'm not going to be able to go outside! I'll have to wear turtlenecks for weeks." Akihito continues, groaning in disbelief.
"Thank the gods they're in season," Asami mutters he hopes to himself.
"It's the wrong fucking season, Ryuichi." His first name slips from Akihito's tongue with such ease. He ignores the casualness of it and the subtle twitch from Asami's cock, too focused on the abundant purple coloring of his skin. "What am I going to tell people at work? That I'm really excited about fall in the middle of summer?" He asks no one in particular and rubs his face with his hands, kneading small circles across his cheeks and temples. Akihito takes a deep breath in and releases it with a long, frustrated sigh.
"It will fade," Asami says again, trying for more assurance in his voice.
"Yeah, in a month!" Akihito says, glaring at Asami through the mirror. He hears Asami mumble something under his breath that sounds like, "It's what you wanted," but he is quick to silence himself when Akihito gives him a scowling glance.
Akihito grinds the back of his teeth for a moment, stewing over the situation before finally releasing a full-body sigh as he comes to terms with his circumstances. "Next time," He says, placing a hand on his bare hip while holding his other hand up, with his thumb and index finger a mere centimeters apart, "and I'm this close to saying there won't be a "next time". Please, for the love of God, please refrain from following every command I give you. As I am a little delirious and not fully capable of understanding what I am doing or saying at the time. Okay?"
Asami stares blankly at him, silently letting Akihito know that he has no intention of agreeing to his demand.
Akihito nods while fringes understanding and says, "Okay, good. So with that, you're no longer allowed to shower with me." He turns and walks towards the walk-in shower with Asami hot on his heels.
"Akihito."
The omega ignores him and steps into the shower, quickly closing and locking the glass door. Akihito has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the pouting alpha behind the glass. He needs to remain serious and stern.
"Aww, sorry," He says, not sorry at all, "you're going to have to wait your turn." He then walks and turns on the shower, stepping away from the cold running stream and waits for the water to heat up.
Asami tugs at the glass door, annoyed at the simple lock and thin glass that separates him from Akihito. "You shouldn't waste water." He says dully over the sound of running water. "Think about the world water crisis."
"Oh I am, don't you worry," Akihito says, testing the warm water before dunking his head underneath the stream. He feels the water turning hotter as it cascades through his dirty hair and down his neck, back, and torso. He immediately feels better and more alert as the hot water soothes small aches across his body. "And you can watch me worry about such important issues, such as climate change from where you are." He continues smugly, even sticking out his tongue for good measure.
He soaks in the hot stream for a few moments, enjoying the refreshing feeling of hot water washing away the gunk that sits on his skin. As Akihito wipes away the water from his eyes, he looks around the shower to grab the first bottle of soap...only to discover that there was no soap. There's no shampoo or conditioner. Not even a small bar of cheap bath soap that sits in the corner, forgotten and unused until it disintegrates over time from the water vapor and neglect. The shower was impressively clean.
He slowly looks over to Asami, who stands behind the somewhat foggy shower door, holding a small bottle of liquid soap in his hand like he's advertising it on a late-night infomercial. His face is smug as he watches Akihito realize that in order to get the soap, he will need to unlock the door.
"I would hand it over to you but," He calls out as he looks up and indicates the floor to ceiling glass door and walls, "there's no opening."
Akihito, once again, clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth and reluctantly walks to the door but doesn't open it. Instead, he stares at Asami, his smug grin on his handsome face, and the small bottle of shampoo that he shakes back and forth in his hand, taunting him from the glass barrier. He flicks his eyes over to the double sink off to the left of the shower and sees a small basket filled with a variety of soaps and shower supplies. Accepting his defeat in this battle, he sternly points at the alpha and asks, "Where's your dick gonna be?"
Asami scoffs, laughing quietly as he shakes his head. "Away from your butt."
Satisfied though knowing better than to completely trust Asami when it comes to his butt, Akihito nods and as he goes to unlock the door, he makes one final request. "Get the basket."
The two share a small staring contest before Asami finally relents with a semi-dramatic roll of his eyes. As he grabs the basket, Akihito unlocks the door.
The alpha proudly steps into the shower and hands over the basket, like a knight giving hard-earned treasure to his prince, including giving Akihito a delicate bow of his head. Akihito feigns annoyance as he grabs the shampoo bottle. He doesn't wait for Asami to set the basket down as he walks towards the running water.
Thankfully, Asami keeps his hands to himself as Akihito washes his hair. He even hands Akihito the bottle of conditioner and body wash respectfully before Akihito has a chance to ask him. Once Akihito feels clean enough, he stands underneath the water, enjoying the relentless heat from both the shower and the watchful gaze of his alpha. He glances over to see Asami leaning against the tile wall, arms crossed against his broad chest, his eyes never leaving Akihito's body as the steam from the water swirls around him.
Akihito watches him for a moment, appreciating the view of strong muscles and marked skin against the soft gray tile. "Aren't you going to bathe?" He asks beneath the stream of hot water.
A sly grin appears on Asami's face. "I'm waiting for you to finish."
Pushing back clean wet hair, Akihito steps out of the water's path and indicates to Asami that the shower is all his. As the alpha steps forward and under the spray of hot water, Akihito takes his spot against the tile wall, ignoring the cool sting against his hot skin. He too watches Asami bathe, silently handing him soaps when he needs them and being careful to not disturb Asami as he washes.
It's strangely intimate to watch someone bathe. Usually, when the two of them entered a shower together it had very little to do with the actual process of showering. Watching the soap lather and rinse across Asami's body is enthralling and draws attention to his own impressive bruises and marks across his broad shoulders, down his strong back, scattered all over his chest and even down his ass and thighs. These marks are what he endured during the heat and it made Akihito's stomach twist with lust, knowing that he was the one that put them there. His own ownership carved in Asami's skin. That thought brings a shiver of desire and Akihito understands the possessive alpha a little more. The itch to touch Asami begins to burn at his fingertips and Akihito no longer wants to ignore the call.
Pushing off against the wall, Akihito carefully walks up to Asami as he finishes washing out the remaining soap from his hair. He watches Asami turn to look over his shoulder at Akihito, expecting to see him by the wall only to find him standing next to him. Surprised, golden eyes quickly change into amused desire. The hot spray hits Akihito on the front of his legs and chest and he has to blink constantly to keep the water out of his eyes as he looks up to Asami, giving him a silent command of "kiss me". He ignores the smug smirk on the alpha's face as Asami leans in with a warm and intoxicating kiss.
They spend several minutes under the constant stream of water, trading hot kisses and hotter touches. Asami's hands travel all over Akihito's body, feeling up his chest and twisting his nipples before working their way down to fondle Akihito's ass. Asami manages to block the flow with his back so that Akihito is choking on the lack of air, not the water. Eventually, Akihito feels the sharp sting of cold tile against his back as Asami walks them out of the stream's path, his mouth gasps open against his will and Asami takes advantage of it, sliding his tongue into Akihito's eager mouth.
Akihito feels the alpha's cock, hard and thick against his hip. He pulls back from the kiss to breathe and to remind the alpha of his promise. "Remember...what you promised, Asami." He says in between breaths. Asami presses bemused kisses on his neck and shoulder, leaving only the heat of his lips on his skin.
"My dick isn't near your ass."
Akihito blames the heat of the water for the red flush that appears on his cheeks. "Yeah well, keep it that way."
Asami chuckles, "I don't need to fuck you to get you off."
"Who says I want to get off?" Akihito scoffs. Asami raises an eyebrow before looking down at Akihito's own betraying dick, standing stiff against his stomach.
"As I've said before," Asami says as he places a firm hand around the shaft, "your body never lies."
Akihito would think that his body would be over the idea of sex, that the thought, let along the actual act should turn him off but his skin sings as Asami touches him, his mind goes blank with every kiss, and that burning feeling that started days ago begins to get hotter in his gut. He is melting in Asami's grasp and the need to come begins to rise like a tidal wave.
Akihito holds on to Asami's shoulders as the alpha tugs on his cock, rubbing a callused thumb over and around the head causing small beads of pre-cum to emerge. Akihito pushes against Asami's arms as he lets out a moan, his head hitting the wall as his back arches into Asami's touch. It shouldn't feel this good, he thinks as Asami leans down to capture Akihito's bottom lip with his teeth. He steps closer, his hand still moving and twisting Akihito's dick against the hot, rough skin of his palm as he slips his tongue in Akihito's mouth for another dizzying kiss.
Akihito begins to roll his hips in time with Asami's hand, giving Akihito the sensation of fucking into something which only makes his hips move faster. He feels Asami's cock, hot, hard, and full against his thigh and he kisses Asami harder, pulling him closer, hoping to ease the burning that Asami started. Asami shifts and before Akihito can blink, he finds himself in Asami's arms, his feet off the ground. His earlier vision of getting pinned to the wall by the alpha floats back into his mind causing Akihito to laugh into the kiss as he wraps his legs firmly around Asami's waist as Asami readjusts his hand on Akihito's cock.
They rock together, Asami pressing Akihito hard against the wall as he ruts into Akihito's stomach and hip while keeping his strokes on Akihito's cock, hot and fast. Akihito is breathless as Asami's kisses become more demanding as he releases a choked moan as Asami twists his fingers around the wet head of his dick just so. He feels the slick drip out of his hole, hotter and wetter than the water vapor on his skin and instinct tells him to grind down where he feels Asami's cock touches his ass.
Asami grunts and presses against Akihito harder, grinding his cock between Akihito's ass cheeks while tightening his grip on Akihito's poor dick. Asami moves his mouth to Akihito's shoulder, careful to not bite but leaves wet kisses on his damp skin. Akihito tightens his grip around Asami's neck, resting his head against Asami's damp hair. He releases a moan in his ear as Akihito feels his climax begin to boil over. One, two, three wet, hot strokes later Akihito cums with a shout, thick strips of white splatter against his and Asami's chest. Asami groans into Akihito's neck, scenting him as he chases after Akihito's lingering heat smell before releasing his load between Akihito's cheeks and the wall. Akihito feels some of the alpha's cum spray up onto his back before being pressed into the mess on the wall as Asami loses strength in his arms, resting him against the wall as he comes down from his climax.
They stand there, panting in each other's arms as they listen to the sound of running water, waiting for their heartbeats to settle. Akihito is still pinned between the wall and Asami, his skin is damp from the steam of the shower and the heat from the alpha. He feels the stickiness of the alpha's sperm on his back which makes him grimace.
"Asami," He croaks. The alpha hums, distracted as he softly nuzzles Akihito's neck and jaw. "You gonna let me down?" Akihito can feel the smirk against his skin.
"No. I like you right here." His voice is raspy against Akihito's ear causing his teeth to clatter together like he's cold. Akihito ignores the goosebumps.
"Yeah, well, I can feel your cum drying on my back which is as unpleasant as it sounds. Especially since I just took a shower."
Asami playfully grumbles, "You smelled too much like lavender and not like me."
"Lavender is supposed to be soothing," Akihito says as he brushes through Asami's hair. He watches Asami close his eyes, enjoying the feeling of Akihito's fingers as they play with wet strands, combing out any knots they come across while using his fingernails to lightly scratch his scalp.
Asami hums a pleasing sound. "I did promise that I would wash your hair." He says absentmindedly and Akihito suddenly wants to lick his cheek.
He tastes clean salt and lavender body wash along with an after taste of tap water. Akihito grins at the confused look on Asami's face, "I already washed my hair." He says.
Asami blinks, bemused and befuddled at having his face licked before his eyes go dark and Akihito can see a sinister thought form behind those golden eyes. "I guess I'll help you wash your body then." And he lifts Akihito back into his arms and walks to one of the showerheads.
Akihito knows immediately what this means and even as he yells at Asami, "No, no, no, Asami, no!" as he holds onto Asami, laughing as he carries him under the hot water for another "thorough" wash.
Akihito appears woozy from the steam and the open mouth kisses when they finally emerge from the shower, stumbling in each other's arms. They are damp and naked except for the small towels they are using to dry their hair. Asami is getting much joy from fluffing and drying Akihito's hair and body. Any reason to touch him is a good one. The omega giggles and lightly pushes Asami away after several minutes of the alpha rubbing the soft towel all over his head.
"Enough, enough!" He cries in between laughter. Asami stops, a soft smile on his face as he leans in for another countless kiss. Akihito is warm from the water as Asami runs his hands down Akihito's back, giving Akihito his signature squeeze on his butt causing Akihito to grin into the touch. Asami then lifts Akihito onto the double sink vanity without breaking the kiss. After a moment of trading tongues and teasing hands, Akihito pulls away with a breathless laugh.
"Going to fuck me against the sink now?" He teases, nearly purring as he leaves warm, soft touches down Asami's chest, skimming past his nipples and tracing his rib bone with the tips of his fingers. He loves to tease Asami about his constant touching but Akihito hasn't stopped touching him since they stepped into the shower.
"That is the plan," Asami says as he peppers endless kisses on Akihito's cheek and jaw. He reaches his neck, careful to not place any more damage to the already bruised skin in case the omega decides to actually go through with hitting him over the head with the soap dispenser.
He freezes when he hears voices from the bedroom.
Akihito turns his head to listen to the muffled conversation behind the door and the shuffling of feet on the carpet floor. "I think the food's here." He says excitedly as he puts his hand on his stomach, no doubt reminded of the emptiness he is feeling. He jumps down from the counter and walks over to the door.
"Let's eat!" He says as he opens the door and Asami's world tilts.
The scent of strangers is pungent and sharp as it drifts in through the open door. The smell makes him nauseous as he chokes on the filthy fumes. The blinds have been opened so the bedroom is now bright with early afternoon sun causing Asami's vision to blur. He can barely see the dark shadows of bodies in the corner of the room and his instincts go into overdrive as he realizes there are intruders in his den, his sanctuary. They are taking his and his mate's bed, ruining it with their horrible smell. They must be trying to rub away Akihito's scent from Asami's memory like he could forget the smell of citrus rain and sweet sugar. He can feel the lust in their eyes as they feast upon Akihito's beautifully naked and marked body. He quickly steps in front of his omega to shield him from the unworthy. There's a thief near a table where dishes are laid out for them, no doubt trying to poison the food to weaken Asami so they can steal Akihito away.
These fools stepped into the wrong den.
Asami feels the rage boiling underneath his skin. He growls loud and deep in his chest, a warning for the intruders to leave while he has mercy in his mind. He smells their panic as they realize they have been caught and he ignores their pleas of shallow forgiveness. Their faces are distorted but he can smell that they are betas, one male and two females, all of them weak and pathetic. How dare they think they can invade his space, his den to try and hurt Akihito. Or worse, steal him for their own barbaric pleasure.
He'll tear them apart first.
He crouches low, ready to lunge at the closest body to him; the beta trembling near the table of food when he feels a soft touch on his shoulder that makes him pause. He turns and sees Akihito, his mate with his hazel blue eyes as he gives Asami a calm and easy smile. He is no longer naked as he stands in a white bathrobe, looking more like a heavenly figure with a matching radiant light surrounding him.
"Hi." Is all that he says. A single note and he is bewitched as the rage disappears from Asami.
It takes him several moments, more than he would like to admit before he responds with a shaky, "...H-hello?" Akihito's halo becomes brighter as his smile grows bigger and Asami is mesmerized.
"We should eat," Akihito says and grabs Asami's hand to anchor him. A flood of warmth travels up Asami's arm and he has to look at their hands to make sure that he's not levitating. "You'll feel better."
Asami feels fine as long as Akihito keeps touching him...
Keeps looking at him...
Keeps talking to him…
"...okay." He says quietly, distracted by his mate's touch and attention.
"Let's sit down," Akihito commands softly and Asami nods before turning around to sit down at the table. That's when he sees the two other betas hunched between the table and dresser, ready to strike and take Akihito away from him. Asami stands up straighter as he growls at the potential thieves.
"Asami," Akihito calls out his name like a chime, gentle and clear. He turns to see Akihito giving him a distracting and bemused smile. "What are you doing, silly?" He looks over to the frightened betas. "They're leaving. You don't need to worry about them." And with that, he sits down at the table, grabbing a pair of chopsticks and immediately begins to shovel clumps of rice into his mouth, without so much of a 'Thank you for the meal'. Asami watches him, enraptured. He doesn't dare to blink in case Akihito fades away like a dream as he slowly kneels down on the floor next to him.
He looks down to see plates of various dishes before him and distantly he hears the scrambling of feet and a door opening and closing with a heavy thud. He turns to look but Akihito calls his name and Asami is quick to focus on him only for Akihito to hold up a tempura shrimp to his mouth.
"Say 'ahh'."
Asami obeys and he's awarded the shrimp and a gentle smile from his mate. Wanting another smile and shrimp, he chews quickly and swallows and opens his mouth for another award. Akihito giggles but compiles.
This goes on for a few moments; Akihito taking a bite of food and then feeds Asami a bite. He pours a glass of water for Asami and hands it to him. Asami takes a sip only to chug the entire glass in three large gulps. Soon he grabs his own pair of chopsticks and begins to eat as Akihito pours him another glass. They sit in relative silence, the only sound coming from Akihito as he hums with delight after every other bite.
As Asami reaches for a piece of marinated beef, his mind catches up to him, causing him to pause in motion. His mind replays the event slowly, giving him an out-of-body experience viewpoint of himself just moments ago.
Asami is extremely thankful for his well-earned composure and his ability to hide any emotion behind a stoic mask because internally he's dying inside from embarrassment. He closes his eyes briefly, releases a small sigh before continuing to eat, placing the beef in his mouth and hoping to any god listening that Akihito didn't pick up on his hesitation.
He should have known better.
"Feeling better yet?" Akihito asks as he picks up a dumpling, "Your mind back to normal?"
Asami refuses to acknowledge the omega's question as he sips his water wishing it would turn into some kind of hard liquor. Anything at this point would be welcomed.
"You went complete cave-alpha, in case you weren't aware." Akihito continues, gleefully overlooking Asami's lack of reply, "If I only had my camera I could have sold it to the tabloids for a couple hundred yen. 'Elite Alpha Goes Mad; Attacks Employees!' More at eleven." He smiles over his steaming bowl of veggies and rice.
There's no point to deny it; it just hurts his pride. "It's not...something I'm...particularly proud of right now." The alpha says slowly, pouting over his own bowl of rice.
"You're probably going to have to pay for their counseling bills." Akihito laughs in his throat as he eats. "They're going to need therapy for months."
Asami sighs, "Kirishima is probably doing damage control as we speak."
Akihito hums, smiling into his cup as he takes a sip. "Good ole Glasses. You know he should probably get a bonus."
Asami doesn't nod but silently contemplates the idea to himself.
"Maybe a vacation?" Akihito continues.
Asami shakes his head. "No."
Akihito rolls his eyes. "Well, he should at least get a raise."
"Did he set you up to this?" He asks as he and Akihito reach for the same piece of sushi. Asami is quick to steal it from the omega as revenge.
Akihito pouts. "No, but I figured he has to be getting paid well for dealing with your shenanigans."
"He deals with your shenanigans too." Asami thinks for a moment. "Perhaps Kirishima does need a raise." Akihito sticks his tongue out.
They continue to eat, muttering conversation in between bites of their extravagant meal. Soon the plates are bare and their bellies momentary full. Akihito collapses on the floor with a full belly grunt and a satisfied grin. His arms and legs spread out like he plans to make a snow angel on the carpet. His white bathrobe spread beneath him hiding nothing reminds Asami that he is still very naked. He rubs a hand over his face as he wills down the second wave of embarrassment as the memory of his...outburst plays in the back of his mind like a theater screen. Only this time he remembers he had no pants on during his momentary lapse of insanity.
Perhaps Akihito is right about the betas needing counseling...he's not looking forward to having that conversation with Kirishima.
"I'm ready for a nap," Akihito says, sleep creeping into his voice as he looks at Asami with half-closed eyes. Asami props his head in his hand as he leans against the table. He can't help the small smile appear on his face as he watches Akihito doze. As he looks upon his will-be mate stretched out before him, the alpha feels only comfort and happiness. The lust is there, as always simmering in the back of his mind. Though now the impulse to fuck, touch, and take is under his control, ready to be released when his ever-present desire begins to boil under his skin.
However the impulse to lightly flick Akihito's soft dick while he laid exposed...was not controlled.
Akihito is quick to cover himself with a shout, "Hey! You bastard!" Asami chuckles as Akihito lightly shoves him with his foot.
"I couldn't help myself." He says, a twitch in his lips to keep himself from laughing.
Akihito scoffs before asking. "Are we going to sleep here or can we go home?"
Asami thinks for a moment, ignoring the small skip of his heat as he hears the word 'home' from his omega's mouth. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, I would prefer if we were back at the penthouse but," He pauses to yawn into a full-body stretch giving Asami a delightful view at the taunt, bruised skin. Asami instinctively holds his breath and counts to five as his lust boils slightly. Akihito continues, "But I don't know if you're able to go out into the public right now. I don't want you attacking little old ladies in the lobby when we're trying to go home."
Akihito really knows how to kick an alpha while he's down. Asami doesn't contain the dramatic sigh that leaves him.
"They came into my den, unannounced, unwelcomed, touching my things, ruining the scent and invading our space. I had every right to be…" He thinks for a moment, "Agitated."
Akihito snickers, "Yeah. Agitated is one way to describe that."
Asami turns away to hide his pout. He hears Akihito sit up with a tired grunt. "Well, I say we go ahead and take a quick nap because I'm tired. But also, I don't think we have any spare clothes." Asami looks down at his naked body and then over Akihito's mostly naked body with indifferent awareness. "I don't think Japan lifted any indecent exposure laws while we've been absent."
"Probably not." Asami glances around the room, finding no evidence of the clothes they wore days before scattered across the room. He swallows the discomfort of realizing that the betas probably took the clothes when they were in the room and he had to remind himself that it wasn't because they were trying to 'steal his scent'. They were doing what they are paid to do: housekeeping and room service. "I'll message Kirishima and have some clothes dropped off. In the meantime, let's take a nap."
"This is probably the only time I'll ever hear you say that sentence in my life," Akihito mutters before getting up off the floor. He closes the curtains and the room becomes muted with dull colors with a warm glow from the lap on the night table by the bed.
The bed had been mostly stripped during the betas' visit. The sheets and pillowcases were gone while the pillows were scattered off to the side of the bed, on top of the bundled up comforter. They've slept in worse conditions. Akihito picks up some of the bare pillows and flings them on the bed before tossing the comforter on the bed. Asami catches the lingering scent drift by him; a combination of nicotine and brown sugar with a hint of cool citrus mountain air. It's calming and feels like home.
"Woo!" Akihito waves his hand in front of his face, trying to fan away the overpowering scent. "They are going to struggle to get this scent removed."
Asami frowns. "They won't be able to."
"They'll probably have to throw it away then," Akihito says nonchalantly as he props up against the pillows.
Asami didn't like that idea. "They can't do that. It's mine."
Akihito looks over to Asami, exasperated and fond. "Asami, this isn't our bed."
"Everything in here is mine." He claims, sitting up straight in the bed, pointedly staring at Akihito.
Akihito gingerly rests a hand on Asami's thigh, "Asami, this isn't our den." Asami stares him down. "This is our temporary den but our home is at the penthouse."
"I know."
Akihito smiles softly. "They can't take our scent."
Asami swallows down the seeping paranoia, his agitated primal mind flinches at Akihio's words. "I know."
Akihito smiles a little brighter and nods before cuddling into the comforter. Asami settles in next to him, his arms immediately reaching for Akihito just as Akihito curls into Asami's chest, his head resting against the crook of Asami's neck. Asami lightly caresses Akihito's robed back as the gentle sound of Akihito's breathing begins to lull him to sleep.
"Asami?" Akihito whispers into his neck, bringing Asami back from the edge of sleep. He hums an acknowledgment, though his eyes remain closed.
There is a pause and Asami thinks that perhaps Akihito was checking to see if he fell asleep before the omega whispers again, "You're...you're being serious...about. About this, right?"
"About?" He asks, knowing what Akihito is really asking but wants to hear him say it.
"About." He pauses again. "About being...mates."
Asami huffs softly, feeling a small smile form on his lips. He pulls back, placing a hand on the side of Akihito's face, wanting to look at Akihito in the eye as he says, "Yes, I'm serious." He watches the omega look away, a soft delicate flush appearing on his cheeks as he bites on his bottom lip nervously.
"You'll need to meet my dad. Before we, uh. We do this." He says.
Asami blinks in surprise. He wasn't expecting that, but he supposes he should have seen this coming from Akihito since he hasn't shared a heat with anyone until now. He supposes Akihito will want to stay with tradition when it comes to mating and bonding.
"To get his blessing?"
"No. Not like that." Akihito says. "He'll just want to meet you. You know, I'm his only child so he'll definitely want to know who I'm mating with."
Asami nods. "Is your dad your alpha parent?"
Akihito shakes his head. "No, my alpha parent isn't a part of my life."
Asami frowns but says nothing.
'So, I'll let him know in a couple of days, and then we can plan to have dinner or something." He says, nervously like Asami will change his mind at the thought of meeting his dad. Asami softly combs through his damp dark blond hair.
"Just tell me when and where."
Akihito looks up at him, quiet relief in his hazel eyes, now more brown and gray in the shadows of their temporary bedroom. He goes to curl back into Asami's neck but stops and asks, "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Well, do I get to meet your parents?" He asks, uncertainty in his voice.
"No."
"O-oh." Akihito says, clearly taken aback by Asami's cold tone.
Asami sighs, wanting to spare Akihito from the unnecessary details but knowing that even sharing a small detail will curb Akihito's curious nature. "I haven't spoken to my father in almost fifteen years and as for my mother...we never got along even when I was young."
Akihito bites his lip, clearly wanting to know more but doesn't push it. "So, no crazy in-laws?" He jokes.
Asami huffs. "Not if I can help it."
Akihito gives him a tiny grin before tucking himself away back into Asami's neck, nuzzling against the soft skin. Asami tightens his arms around Akihito as he feels sparks ignite in his gut. They fall into relaxed silence, sleep just a moment away when Akihito whispers, "I'm really happy."
Asami places a light kiss on Akihito's temple as his heart soars into his throat. "Me too." He manages to croak. Soon Akihito's breathing evens out against his neck and Asami uses the sound like a lullaby and drifts asleep.
...I'm a dummy. I posted this chapter on AO3 two weeks ago and COMPLETELY forgot to cross-post it here until I was literally falling asleep last night.
Anyway. Welcome! Enjoy. I'm still writing...I'm just really fucking slow.
Stay safe and healthy out there! Kiss your pets for me.
