"Kakashi, love, wake up." Kakashi groaned as he came back to life.
The room was much too bright for his liking, and his whole body felt sore. He and Iruka had stayed up late to sate their heat, their rut had been intense.
Glancing next to him he could see Iruka's smiling face.
"Good morning sunshine." Kakashi groaned again at that. He did not feel like sunshine.
Iruka just laughed at him. He noticed that Iruka got up, and cracking open one of his eyes again, he got to see his sexy brunette mate walk across the bedroom towards his bathroom. Iruka paused halfway, turned, and pointed with a smirk towards the bedroom door.
"Looks like the boys forgot their cups yesterday, and they made quite the mess."
Kakashi blinked.
"You noticed them?"
Iruka just rolled his eyes at Kakashi.
"Must I really remind you that I am in fact a shinobi? And even if I hadn't been…who the hell could have failed to notice all of that going on?"
With a glean and a smile which Kakashi thought to himself was waaay too sexy for the man's own good, Iruka walked the final distance towards the bathroom, and a whiff of his pheromones reached Kakashi.
He licked his lips. Even though he was really hungry it looked like breakfast would have to wait.
Climbing out of bed he had his eyes set on the bathroom like a tiger stalking its' prey. His mate needed some loving, and realizing that Iruka had actually been really excited once they both noticed they were being watched yesterday, he thought that his mate had some kinks to admit to as well.
On the other side of the village, Izumo, Kotetsu, Genma and Yamato did not have quite the same awakening. The first thing running through Yamato's head was that he wanted to die.
His head was pounding, and he felt sick. Like really, really, terribly sick to his gut.
He stumbled out of bed just in time to empty his belly all over the floor. He could hear groans from the bed behind him, and not the good kind of groaning.
He rubbed his hands over his face in agony over his own existence. Never again ANBU homebrew. Never, ever again, he swore.
That's when he noticed two things. One, something was pouring out of his ass all over the floor, and a quiet voice in the back of his mind reminded him that it was cum. He blushed bright red like a tomato at the thought of that. He remembered that he had gone into heat for the first time, as shocking as that had been he had very clearly enjoyed it very much.
The second thing he noticed was a pair of feet not too far away from him. Or rather, a pair of heavy-duty leather boots to be more precise.
Looking up, he made eye contact with Ibiki, who stood there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. Behind him stood two ANBU operatives.
Shame. That was the one word to sum up his entire existence. Shame and humiliation.
"Since we have the lot of you back in the land of the living, I expect your report on my desk in four hours, Yamato. And you Genma, get a grip of yourself. You have a mission tonight and I won't take no for an answer on it."
The man turned and left, taking the two operatives with him, leaving Yamato as a blushing mess on the floor. Memories from the evening before came rushing at him. Drinking too much, going over to Kakashi's…..oh my god, Kakashi. Kakashi breeding his mate, Iruka…
Iruka Umino was Kakashi's mate!
And not only had they watched the legendary copycat nin fuck his mate, but they had also started fucking each other right there like mindless rabbits! And Kakashi had SEEN them do it!
He groaned. This was way too much for him to take in at once.
He stumbled across the house, looking for the bathroom. Once finding it, he sat down in the shower under the hot water, and just clutched his head in his hands. Shortly after, he noticed movement, and Genma joined him.
"You ok, buddy?" Yamato looked up at the other man, who did not look as terrible as Yamato felt.
He did however smell insanely good. Yamato blinked. Genma tilted his head and smelled the air. Then he smiled. Or smirked, was more like it. Without breaking eye contact, Genma leaned in and kissed Yamato. Memories of Kakashi kissing Iruka flashed before Yamato's eyes as he closed them, and he leaned in, his hands reaching for Genma.
His friend and co-worker were more than happy to oblige, his alpha pheromones hanging thickly around him. Soon Yamato found himself on his back in the shower, with Genma pounding away at him, and even though he still had a massive headache, Yamato found that giving into his omega instincts lessened the blow of the ANBU homebrew that he had overconsumed the night before.
Hearing a moan in the room that was neither his or Genma's, he looked up and found that Izumo and Kotetsu had also woken up and decided to go to the bathroom as well. What their original intent for the bathroom had been was unclear, but for now, the sound of Kotetsu slamming his hips into Izumo's body echoed in the small room together with Genma's hips slamming into Yamato. The smell of sex was heavy, and Yamato could feel how he was losing the battle against his own orgasm.
He bit down hard on his own arm as he came, his alpha instinct somehow demanding him to bite something or someone, and his legs pulled Genma in deep, his omega instincts wanted the man to pump him full.
One look at the man's face and Yamato knew he would get his wish fulfilled, and that only intensified his own orgasm. Genma made a face that almost looked as if he were in pain, and then his cock started to shoot out his cum into his friend.
They laid panting on the floor of the shower after Genma more or less collapsed next to him, and they watched as Kotetsu and Izumo came as well. The sight of white cum gushing out of Izumo when Kotetsu pulled back was very erotic to the two men in the shower.
"So how do you like it Yamato, this is your first heat right?"
Even though all of this was brand new for him he had to be honest. He fucking loved it.
The angst over losing a chance to get together with Kakashi had grown into something much less concerning, and his curiosity and need to explore this new side of his own sexuality was growing rapidly.
Izumo's heat had started up again, and they all ended up on the bed once more, the smell of his pheromones triggering everyone else into another rut. Yamato filled Izumo once more, the feeling of pumping an omega in heat full of his own cum once again completely blew his mind.
He also got the chance to ride Kotetsu, with a newfound confidence that he had never had before this. But feeling the hard cock of the man thrust roughly into his body and fill him up with cum was all the encouragement he needed to act lewder and lewder.
In the end, he barely made it in time to Ibiki's office, with the saddest excuse of a report he had ever panic written thus far in his life. Even though he had showered before leaving Genma's place, his body reeked of sex, and he could still feel his half omega, half alpha heat raging inside of him.
As Ibiki sat there and grunted unhappily about the poor quality of the report that Yamato had just given him, for the first time ever he saw the man in a sexual way.
At first, he was horrified with himself, but then he asked himself why. Ibiki was a grand man, his physics, even with the scars, were impressive. He was a well respected, powerful alpha, in fact, one could even say he was one of Konoha's finest.
Ibiki raised an eyebrow and looked up. Not because of the report in his hand, even though it was probably one of the worst ones he had gotten delivered to his office, but because he could smell Yamato lusting. Not just lusting, but lusting after him.
While he was in fact an alpha, because most omegas were terrified of him, he tended to hide his pheromones the best he could at all times. Even in heat, they were scared of him, their instincts somehow turned him away. He was fine with it, he had accepted this.
Now this man in front of him, this man who was stuck between being an alpha and omega, suddenly went into heat for the first time and standing here in his office, the man was emitting pheromones saying that he lusted for Ibiki even though he had clearly gotten plenty of sex with two perfectly normal alphas the evening before.
"Something wrong with my face, Yamato?" He was colder than he should have been, but he needed to help this confused youngling snap out of it. This lust was not meant for him, it was meant for the others, of this he was certain.
Yamato bit his lip and turned his gaze to the floor, and fidgeted a bit. The man carried an unnaturally high need for approval, due to his complicated background, so sounding irritated at him typically snapped him out of whatever he was stuck on.
Not this time. When he raised his gaze at Ibiki again, it had a glimmer of defiance about it. He closed the distance between them. Ibiki wasn't sure what the man was planning, but he felt amused by it and didn't try to stop it.
Yamato kneeled between Ibiki's legs as if he had every right to be there, and nuzzled his crotch. He looked up at Ibiki with a look on his face that he had never seen on the man before, it was a cross between determination, defiance, and lust, and it stroked something inside of Ibiki just the right way.
"Cocky little bastard, aren't you?" He asked huskily and grabbed hold of Yamato's chin with one hand while opening the zipper of his pants with the other.
"Well then, here you go, but I will use you as I please for this." And he pressed Yamato down on his cock. Yamato opened his mouth happily and took it, he licked and sucked on Ibiki as his cock grew harder and harder. Ibiki had his hands on the side of Yamato's head and pushed him down on his cock in the rhythm he wanted, as deep as he wanted, and fucked Yamato's face.
The smell of lust did not decrease from the man, quite the opposite, it seemed to increase steadily.
Ibiki grunted and pushed Yamato backward, making him land on his back. Standing over the man, looking down at him, he stroked his now fully hard cock. Yamato's eyes were fixed on it. He was willing. He was completely unafraid of Ibiki. It was a first time for the scarred man.
"Present yourself in such a way that I want to fuck you, and I will."
Yamato was biting his lip again as he undid his pants, pulled them down, and turned around. He pushed his ass into the air, with his chest against the floor, a hand stroking his soaking wet cleft and hole.
"Please sir, please fuck me."
If Ibiki hadn't been hard before, god knows those words would have done the trick.
"Good lad, that's my little bitch."
He regretted the words the moment he said them, thinking it was too much, but Yamato didn't falter, his fingers stroking himself just as eagerly if not more eagerly than before.
Ibiki kneeled behind him, taking in the smell of the man's heat, and released a little of his own pheromones.
Yamato moaned loudly, slick was running from his hole. He was responding nicely so far and since Ibiki could barely remember the last time he had come, he let his fat cock rub against that inviting hole.
Yamato was shivering and whimpering with the need to be filled and fucked.
Ibiki let his cock go in slowly, giving the younger man time to adjust. That, and he was already close to coming and he wanted to last a little more than ten seconds.
Inch by inch he pushed in until finally he was fully sheeted inside of Yamato. He pulled out slowly, earning a whimper from Yamato, and then pushed back in.
"I will only go easy on you this first time, if you come back here waving your ass around like this in the future, I will do exactly as I please, whenever I please with it, understood?" He only got a whine as an answer, so he slapped one of those pale ass cheeks.
"Answer me, soldier." Yamato flinched when his ass was struck, but his hole twitched nicely around Ibiki's cock when he did.
"Ye…yes, yes sir!"
While Ibiki had said he was going to go easy on Yamato, that was only half true. Yamato soon found himself with an iron grip around his hips with one hand, the other was pushing down on his neck, holding him in place, the sound of Ibiki plunging his cock into his body was loud in the small office.
He realized the other ANBU that was at headquarters would hear them, that there was no way for them not to hear this, his moans, Ibiki's grunts, and the loud, loud slapping of flesh against flesh, skin on skin. For all he knew, his co-workers were waiting for their chance to fill him up. They would line up, or maybe even just shove each other out of the way to fuck him, and pump him full with their seed.
The fantasy pushed him over the edge, and he realized something about himself he had never realized before. As lights flashed before his eyes, he realized he was one of those omegas that were called sluts, one of the ones that couldn't wait to get their next heat, so they could get pounded and filled to the brim by countless alphas. All these years he had thought he wanted to bond with one particular alpha, and in just under twenty-four hours all of that had been proven false.
This is what he wanted. This is what he really needed. This was his true nature.
Seeing Yamato come, and seeing on the man's facial expressions the thoughts that were running through that head of his, Ibiki groaned.
"That's right Yamato, that's it. You're a good little cumwhore, aren't you?"
He hadn't expected an answer, but Yamato glanced over his shoulder at Ibiki and answered him.
"I am, I'm a good little cum whore. I can't get enough of it." The smell of the man's lust literally filled the room at once, becoming probably ten times stronger than it had been with this admission.
"Fuck…" It pushed Ibiki over, he slammed down hard three times, hard enough to push out all the air from Yamato's lungs, and then on the final thrust, he felt his orgasm burst out. He swore over and over again as his cum filled the man under him.
The two men that had accompanied Ibiki earlier and were guarding the hall adjusted themselves in their pants.
They had been relieved when the three of them had left Genma's place, which had reeked of pheromones and sex, and now that smell was here as well. They were both alphas, so they couldn't help but respond to it. One of them, Hyoo, really hoped he could get together with their co-worker later and inspect this newly found omega nature of his.
The man next to him, Akatora, hoped so too. It had been a long time now since he had a playmate, and he had always fancied Yamato, so if the man would be willing to have more playmates, he knew that himself and his long time friend next to him would be willing to participate as such.
Iruka and Kakashi had been stuck in their bathroom for hours. Iruka had just wanted to take a shower, but with the arrival of Kakashi, his mate, those plans had been slightly altered.
Sure enough, he got both one and two showers, but between those, his mate made all sorts of love to him. He had made love to Iruka in the shower, and on the sink, and even had Iruka straddle him over the toilet, letting Kakashi knot with him once more.
When they got back out of the bathroom, however, Kakashi seemed a little distracted. He kept glancing at the door where their friends had been the night before, and the smell of other alphas arousal in "his nest" was clearly bothering him. Eventually, he produced two shadow clones and told them to clean the hallway to get rid of the smell, while he once again explored Iruka's body.
Iruka had enjoyed this, all up until his stomach had growled loudly. They both paused, Kakashi was in the middle of kissing and licking the left thigh of his mate, and Iruka was….well, Iruka had been very excited about this to say the least.
At the loud interruption of his stomach, they both smirked and got up, and went into the kitchen, holding each other close and nuzzling each other's necks. Iruka was going to start making breakfast….or a late lunch by now since it was two in the afternoon already, but Kakashi hushed him and started cooking, humming to himself.
Iruka watched him with a smile. Not only was his mate incredibly sexy, handsome, and a real gentleman as far as alphas go, but he was also one hell of a cook. All those years in Kakashi's youth where he spent time perfecting all kinds of recipes were really showing, and Iruka loved every single dish the man had cooked for him.
Kakashi glanced back at the table, noticing his mate watching him work, which made him stand just a little bit taller and push his chest out just a little bit more. His gorgeous mate, kind, loving, shy, and a hellcat in bed, his gorgeous mate who would carry his child.
He cracked his knuckles and decided to make a breakfast so impressive that it would seem his life depended on its quality. His mate was in heat, and he wanted to show himself off.
And there you have it. I'm not sure if it kept up to previous chapter because oh gawd, I must have been on a streak when writing the previous one. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this. TBC.