All things considered, for just about any other two people on earth, that night in the strange apartment would have spelled nothing but disaster. It was lucky then, that Hiro and Shuichi were in fact, not any other people. Despite his natural urges, Hiro had kept his word; spending the entire night seated on the floor, leaning up against the bedroom door protectively. There was no real threat that needed defending from, but Hiro had always just been that sort of person; especially when it came to Shuichi.
It turned out to be a very long and difficult night for the both of them either way, in their own respects. Hiro, trying to drown out the sounds from the bedroom along with the scent emanating from just beyond the door; and Shuichi, desperately trying to find any sort of relief from his agony all on his own. At some point during that long night however, they were each able to settle into a restless sleep.
It was well into the next morning by the time Shuichi had the strength and sense of mind to haul his ravaged body out of bed. He rummaged around the newly disheveled room until he found his bag and extracted a new pair of shorts that he slipped into. He hadn't thought to bring much else on this occasion, so was still wearing his same tank top from the previous day, which was also a complete mess by that point. Luckily, he couldn't bring himself to care much about how he looked right now. He gave his legs a minute or so to find their balance, and then crossed the room to the locked door. The motion of the door opening caused Hiro, who was still leaning against it, to fall backwards slightly, rousing him from his light sleep.
"Hey Shu. You doin ok?" He asked as he got up onto his feet and stepped to the side a bit to give Shuichi some space.
"Yeah...my meds finally started working this morning. I need a shower." He replied dejectedly. This was the part of his life that he hated most of all. Being what he was. A constant battle between his sanity and the organs inside him that turned him into a mindless animal.
"Of course. Go get cleaned up and I'll make you something to eat."
Shuichi nodded with no other response and meanered his way down the short hallway that Hiro had directed him to, slipping into the bathroom for a much needed shower. His whole demeanor was still totally deflated as he undressed and stepped into the cool running water. As he let the water wash over him, he became lost in his thoughts against his best efforts.
Shuichi had always been such a happy go lucky person, even when he and Hiro were just kids. All that had changed for him though on the day when he got the results of his secondary gender test. Omega. The absolute last thing he wanted to see. He honestly thought the whole thing had been some kind of sick joke at first, but the reality of it had eventually set in when his first heat rocked him to his core and sent him into a deep depression.
He and Hiro had already begun making music together at that point, so the results had devastated him even further. It was true that omegas technically had equal rights in society by that time, but it was widely understood that the equality was more on paper than anything else. A way to appease the growing equal rights groups. In day to day life, nothing had ever really changed for the most part. Omegas had a hard time getting jobs outside of menial or entry level positions like wait staff and such. Most people only saw them as a liability to their business, so didn't want the trouble. On the whole, they were mostly viewed as second class citizens. It was DEFINITELY unheard of for an omega to make a name for themselves in any sort of big industry. Entertainment, CEOs, modeling. Music. Those sorts of things were understood to be meant for alphas, who were just naturally more adept in whatever they did, as well as simply being highly regarded in society as a default.
His depression stayed with him all the way through high school, even getting worse as time went by. He had been forced into special classes, with the other omegas, away from Hiro and other students. That alone had nearly been enough to make Shuichi want to just give up entirely. He had often thought about just dropping out of school, and much worse things when he was at his lowest. Eventually, all of his friends distanced themselves from him; even those of them who were betas. They very simply just didn't want to be associated so closely with an omega. He couldn't even fully blame them. Being sympathetic to him in school, could easily follow them into adult life and make things difficult for them. His only saving grace during those times had been Hiro; who had never once left his side or treated him any differently. Hiro was always standing up for him in school; to the point of earning a bit of a reputation around their small town for beating up anyone that directly harassed Shuichi in any way.
It was Hiro in fact, after they graduated, that had come up with the idea for them to move away from their hometown and for Shuichi to start living his life as a beta. Shuichi had thought it would never work at first, so protested, but Hiro had been persistent in not giving up on the idea. Shuichi had eventually, after much coaxing and reassuring, been convinced. It had been easy really, to cut all ties with his home. It wasn't like it had ever really cared for him anyway. By the end of that summer, they had moved away to start their new life.
Hiro had always been popular and well connected, so once they got settled, he had been able to help Shuichi find doctors and clinics that would help him and keep his secret. To pose as a beta, Shuichi had needed extra strong suppressants and other medications to cover his scent; but Hiro was even able to make that happen for him somehow. He really owed everything to Hiro. Everything they had been through together had only ever made their friendship all that more special to him; especially considering that despite being an alpha, Hiro had never once tried to touch him during his heats or anything like that. Instead, he was sure to always be available for the full duration of his heat every month so that he could stay close for anything at all that he might have needed. He really admired Hiro for that. All of that gratitude and admiration did however come with a deep feeling of guilt for his sacrifices. He always felt that he was holding Hiro back from his own life, but Hiro would never hear it any time that he tried to say as much. He knew they couldn't carry on like this forever regardless, but at least for now, he was grateful to Hiro and was determined to keep trying his hardest with his music as a way to repay him.
A half hour passed before Shuichi was able to pull himself out of his own head and turn off the water. He got himself all dried off and dressed, before meandering his way into the kitchen of the small apartment towards the smell of food. He could tell now that this was definitely just a normal apartment, though he couldn't imagine whose. He made his way over to the tiny table and flopped into a seat with a soft sigh. Hiro peaked over his shoulder when he heard him, offering an encouraging smile that went unanswered. He knew that Shuichi was always down around his heat, so didn't take it to heart. He just carried on in making up two plates of eggs and bacon and carrying them over to the table where he slid one in front of his friend. Shuichi grumbled something that was sort of like a thanks and waited for Hiro to take his own seat before he started to pick sluggishly at his food.
"So...are you feeling ok?" Hiro asked gently to break the silence after a while.
"I think so. Tired."
"What happened anyway? You're not supposed to be in heat for two more weeks."
The conversation was already helping to wake Shuichi up a bit, but he couldn't help but to tense up at the question. He wasn't entirely sure himself what exactly the answer was anyway. What really troubled him was the fact that he had been intentionally hiding the one detail from Hiro this whole time. He had felt guilty about that from the second he decided to do it, and now it was looking ljke he was going to have to own up to it.
"I...I'm not sure."
"Well what happened after you left the studio yesterday?"
"I went to 's house to show him the new lyrics."
"Right, I know that much. But how did that end up like this?" Shuichi averted his gaze as the line of questioning was quickly approaching the territory he was dreading. He figured pretty quickly though that it would probably be best to just come out with it.
"Well...I didn't tell you before because I knew you'd worry, but Yuki is an alpha." He spat out in one quick breath before immediately continuing in a nervous babble.
"But I've been over to his house before and this never happened! It was totally fine! And he doesn't know I'm an omega! He didn't get a chance to smell me or anything! So I don't know why this time…"
Hiro, as expected, was visibly upset straight away. Shuichi hated that he had technically lied to Hiro about anything, so he prepared himself to humbly accept his chewing out.
"Shuichi! You didn't tell me that part! You can't just go around to an alphas house all alone like that, idiot!"
"But it was fine before!" He tried to explain, but lost his nerve quickly as the events of the previous night came rushing back to his memory. "Except...when I was there yesterday, he was being mean still and so I… I slapped him. He got really upset and really close to me."
Hiro sighed and groaned deeply in response to that; rubbing a temple in frustration.
"That's what happened then. You pissed him off and got him all worked up, so he was probably letting all his pheromones out and shit. That must have triggered your heat."
"I suppose...maybe."
"Just be thankful you got out of there before he noticed. That was really close, Shuichi...and really dangerous. You HAVE to be more careful."
"I know, I know. I'm sorry Hiro. Thank you for coming to get me."
"Of course dummy. I promised I would look after you didn't I? At least now we know, so we just have to make sure you don't run into him anymore."
The thought of never seeing Yuki again, suddenly sent a jolt through Shuichi, making his heart inexplicably race with panic.
"What?! No way! I wanna go see him again! He is so cool and talented! I still have to make him apologize too!"
"Absolutely not, Shuichi." Hiro said very firmly. "It's hard enough playing you up as a beta at work and around everyone else. If that guy gets wind of it, I won't be able to stop him from running his mouth if he gets a mind to. Not to mention it's just dangerous for you to be around him in general if he affects you like that. Especially since you don't wear a choker."
"I'll make sure he doesn't find out! I'll go and get stronger suppressants and I'll be extra careful not to get too close to him! Please!"
"No. It's too risky. You can't go being careless like that. I'm not arguing with you about it anymore."
Shuichi was terribly disheartened by this turn of events. He had learned over the years though, that there was really no point arguing with Hiro once he put his foot down on something. He wasn't quite ready to totally give up on Yuki yet though, but didn't see the point of fighting any more about it at the present time.
"Fiiiiine. But I'm not happy about it. You're mean." He whined with arms crossed in a childish pout.
"Yeah, I'm mean because I don't want you to get outed and preyed on by some guy who isn't even very nice to you." He replied in a tone dripping with sarcasm.
"I think he is just a cranky sort of person. He's famous, you know. That's probably really hard."
"Well I need you to focus on making Bad Luck famous. So get your shit together."
"I will." He resigned with a reluctant nod.
With the matter settled for the time being, they finished eating breakfast over more casual conversation. Hiro filled him in on what little he had missed while he was indisposed. It turned out that this apartment belonged to some friend of Hiro's who wasn't using it and had said he could use it any time. Shuichi had to admit that it was a stroke of incredible luck, so he was sure to shower him in gratitude for the heroic rescue and quick thinking.
The conversation soon shifted into their more usual talks about mundane things. Their music and upcoming events more than anything else, which really helped Shuichi to feel a sense of normality return to him; for which he was even more thankful. Once they finished eating and picking up the place, they left with no great ceremony or further commotion.
Several days passed after the unfortunate situation at Yuki's, and thankfully Shuichi's life had returned mostly to normal; with only the addition of wandering thoughts about Yuki. He made himself stay focused however, since Bad Luck had a concert coming up just around the corner. He kept that in mind well enough to be able to throw himself wholly into his work.
The rest of that week seemed to rush by with long stretches of working in the studio dotted with short periods of rest in between. They were both working overtime in preparation for taking a well earned weekend off before their show.
It was their last day in the studio before their days off now, and the two of them spent the entire afternoon working on the set for the concert and working out the last details. Before long, it was quitting time.
"Nice work today Shuichi. You think you'll be ready for the show?"
"Definitely! We're gonna be so awesome!"
"Heh, well make sure you actually relax this weekend so you don't burn yourself out."
"I will. Promise."
Shuichi was absolutely looking forward to taking some time to just relax and not worry about anything for a couple days. The whole ordeal with Yuki had had him so on edge for so long, that he felt about ready to snap at any moment in all honesty. He was determined to not even think about Yuki at all over the weekend, and was actually eager to get home and just lose himself in video games or something nice and boring.
They both finished packing up their things and turned out all the lights in their little studio room before heading out into the hall and towards the elevators. They were just chatting amongst themselves light heartedly as they walked, as they always did. Half way down the long corridor though, Hiro noticed that Shuichi was no longer walking at his side. He stopped to look back in confusion.
"Shu? What is it?" He asked when he saw that Shuichi was completely frozen in place and looking like a deer in headlights for no apparent reason.
"I…"
When Shuichi failed to respond, Hiro followed his line of sight until his eyes landed on a figure at the end of the hallway. It was someone he didn't recognize. A tall blonde with a really unpleasant expression. Though he didn't know this man by sight, he had a pretty good feeling as to who he was.
"Is that him Shuichi?" He asked cautiously to confirm his suspicions. Shuichi could only nod in response, his hands gripping at the strap of his bag nervously. "For fucks sake."
Hiro turned on his heels and grabbed Shuichi firmly by the arm before proceeding to haul him along in the opposite direction. Shuichi was forced to turn and be pulled along, but snapped out of his daze after a few steps and began to struggle against the hand holding him on the current path away from Yuki.
"Hiro wait! I wanna go say hi!"
"Hell no! Why is he here anyway? What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything! Let me go!"
Shuichi couldn't even try to guess what Yuki could possibly be doing at the NG building, but seeing him so suddenly like this filled his thoughts with nothing but a desire to talk to him. It was like he had completely forgotten what had happened the last time they met, and was just dead set on getting closer to him. His desperation took over, and he was able to yank his arm free from Hiro so he could dart down the hall to stop just in front of Yuki.
"Yuki! Why are you here?" He asked through small panting breaths.
"None of your business you little creep. Stop following me."
"Tch! I work here! This is my band's label!" Yuki groaned in response and actually rolled his eyes. Of course this had to be the label that signed this little low life.
"Of course it is. Tohma must be getting desperate."
" ?! What do you mean? Do you know the president?!"
Shuichi was totally taken aback by this new information. He had gotten so worked up by all this in fact, that he hadn't noticed that he had at some point reached to grab a hold of Yuki's sleeve tightly; apparently having sought some sort of contact on a subconscious level. Yuki sneered at him and had just shaken his hand off when Hiro sidled up smoothly beside them. He gently pulled Shuichi back away from him a foot or two; draping an arm across his shoulders to keep him close.
"Heh, excuse us. My friend here is just really stupid. We were just leaving ."
"Tch, you should really keep that thing on a leash." He sneered before walking away and into the stairwell out of sight; certainly in no mood to deal with any of this right now.
Hiro let out a sigh of relief once Yuki was gone, but did use his arm to give Shuichi a painful squeeze for punishment before dragging him back down the hallway once again.
"You're really pushing it Shuichi."
"But he said he knows !"
"All the more reason to stay away from him! You're going to get us fired!"
"Hirooooooo!"
Despite Shuichi's protests and best efforts to escape, Hiro eventually managed to get them both out of the building and down onto the sidewalk without further incident. They usually walked to their respective homes from the studio, so Hiro continued to coax Shuichi along down the street in silence.
"Man, Yuki is so cool…" Shuichi eventually said wistfully as they walked.
"Well forget about him and stay away from him. I'm not going to tell you again. If you get all worked up at the studio, everyone is gonna find out about you. You've gotta start using your head.
"I know, I know."
Shuichi accepted his scolding the entire way until they got to the intersection where they went their separate ways home. Before they parted, Hiro was sure to give him one more firm warning about staying away from Yuki, to which Shuichi begrudgingly agreed. Once they said their goodbyes, Shuichi hurried the rest of the way home, only about a block from where they split. The moment he got home, he flopped down onto his tiny couch with a heavy sigh. His heart was still racing a bit from having run into Yuki so unexpectedly, but he really did try to push him out of his mind. Being as impatient as he was, however, after only a few minutes of half hearted effort, he totally gave up and gave in. He just had to see the man again, there was no way around it. Once his mind was made up, he didn't bother changing before he nearly bolted back out the door, not even thinking clearly enough to grab his bag on his way out.
On the street, Shuichi hailed a cab to head right to Yuki's place, very much against Hiro's warnings. He couldn't really think about all the possible consequences, even if he wanted to, when his head was so full of the broody author. He had left the house so quickly, that he ended up getting to Yuki's place before even he did. He couldn't be sure how long the man would be of course, but was happy to wait. He walked up the drive to settle right into a seat beside the front door of the chic building.
As he waited, he once again got lost in happy daydreams about what life might be like by Yuki's side. He thought that he might even be able to deal with being an omega if it was for Yuki. Naturally, these sort of thoughts were a bit much considering how little they knew each other, but Shuichi had always been a hopeless romantic with no real love for logical thinking. He was deep in a pleasant idea of maybe learning to cook for the man, when the sound of a car door closing brought him back to reality.
"Ah, Yuki!" He chimed; shotung up to his feet when he saw the man getting out of his fancy sports car.
"Seriously. I'm going to call the cops." He said coolly as he stepped right past Shuichi and through his front door with the boy hot on his heels.
"No way, heh. So how do you know ? Is he why you were at the studio?"
"Yes. You can go now."
"Hang on a second! How do you know him? Are you friends? Do you work for him too?" He prattled off as he followed Yuki all the way inside; even thinking to close the front door behind them politely.
Yuki was already beyond aggravated by this intrusion. His day had been shitty enough on its own. He really didn't need to pile on further. If he knew anything about Shuichi by this point though, it was that he was obnoxiously stubborn. He probably wouldn't be able to shake him so easily any more.
"If I let you stay and answer your stupid questions, will you leave me alone and stop showing up at my place?"
"Yes!" He chirped without actually giving it any thought.
"Fine. You're really annoying, do you know that?"
"Heh, yeah. I've heard."
"Hmph."
Shuichi was feeling so much better about this encounter already, since he had sort of been invited in and hadn't been scolded nearly as fiercely as before. Surely this meant he was making progress.
He followed along into the living room where Yuki sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette casually, not even looking in Shuichi's direction. As always though, he wasn't discouraged in the slightest. He was even able to comfortably sit himself down at the man's side; though left some space between them just in case.
"OK. What do you want from me?"
"Hm? Oh! Right." Shuichi had been so excited that he had nearly forgotten his main mission. "I want you to apologize to me first! For saying mean things about my lyrics."
"No way; you suck."
"Eh?! I do not! Our concert next week is sold out for your information!"
"That doesn't mean anything." He said just as coldly as usual. The man's icy attitude was quickly weighing on Shuichi's resolve, but he did his best to stand his ground for once.
"Why are you so mean to me?!" He spat in frustration.
"Why do you care so much about what I say? You don't even know me."
"I...I don't know. Because I think you're really cool...and you're a writer too, so…" He replied more sheepishly once he was reminded of how little they did know each other. It always felt like they were so much closer than they really were, and Shuichi was still unable to figure out why; but it made moments like this all the more upsetting.
Feeling more dejected than ever, Shuichi started to feel his nerves prick up and he suddenly felt horribly self conscious for some reason. He turned his gaze away from Yuki and began to fidget with the hem of his tank top to try and soothe himself. Yuki let silence settle between them for what felt like an eternity until he finally disturbed it with a conceited chuckle.
"Heh, oh I see. You have the hots for me. How sad...well, I'm not into guys." Shuichi tensed right up when he was called out.
"Wh-what?! No way! I do not!" He lied.
By this time, Shuichi had absolutely considered the strong possibility that he did have some sort of feelings for Yuki. He was aware from their first meeting that he was physically attracted to the man sure, but it was only after spending these little bits of time with him that that attraction had grown into something more. He was feeling more vulnerable now that his feelings had not only been pointed out, but laughed at. He had been so focused on denying his feelings and trying to hide his red cheeks at that moment, that he didn't even notice Yuki lean in close, until he heard him whisper in his ear.
"No? You're blushing." He whispered in a gruff and playful voice that made Shuichi's heart pound wildly.
"I-I...um…" He stuttered as he turned his head to face Yuki properly, trying and failing to look resolute. He parted his lips to protest further, but his words caught in his throat when Yuki leaned in even closer until their lips were barely an inch apart.
"Too bad I'm not into beta losers with no talent." He teased coldly before moving back into his seat with a chuckle. "Heh, you're really pathetic. Now get lost."
This was far from the first time that Yuki was faced with someone that was into him, romantically or physically. His experience in that field made it more than easy for him to dismiss this as just another crazed fan having come to confess feelings for him.
Shuichi's heart sank at his jeering, but he was left frozen in place from how close they had been. This was the first time he had to really face these feelings head on. Now that he was indeed facing and accepting them, being rejected at the same time made his chest tighten painfully.
"I-Its really mean to tease someone like that…" He mumbled through a pout as he wiped away a few tears that had welled up in the corners of his eyes.
If there was anything that made Yuki more uncomfortable than random people revealing their undying love for him, it was being around crying people. He never could stand to see people at their weakest. It was shameful honestly; so openly broadcasting your feelings for everyone to see. It was just a good thing that the boy was only tearing up and not sobbing yet. He definitely needed to put a stop to this before it got to that point.
"Is that all you do is whine?" He spat, snuffing out his cigarette in an ashtray. "But fine. I'll humor you before I kick you out." He added just before reaching over to pull Shuichi closer so he could catch his lips in a surprise kiss.
Shuichi hadn't expected that in the slightest. His feelings were totally confirmed when it felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest from the kiss. He knit a hand into the man's shirt, almost reflexively, as he fully melted into him and returned his kiss. He had never really kissed someone before, so he could only try to mimic what he was feeling. A tongue swirling around his own; his clumsy attempt to reciprocate, it was all just so new. And it felt…good? Yes, it definitely felt amazing to be kissed by someone so skilled. Or was it just amazing to be kissed by Yuki specifically?
All the commotion had left him not thinking clearly though. This was made glaring apparent when his body started to remind him of the reality of his situation. As they kissed, his body grew painfully hot in a hurry and he felt the familiar tightening sensation in his belly that signaled that his reason and control would soon escape him. By the time he had realized his pheromones were leaking out thickly, it was too late. Yuki's eyes shot wide and he abruptly shoved the boy hard to toss him off of him, sending him tumbling to the floor with a thud.
"Oof! Hey!" He blurted out. He noticed with horror though, that Yuki was glaring daggers into him. He could also tell, even from his new position seated a few feet away on the floor, that Yuki was panting lightly through grit teeth all of a sudden.
"Y-you...you little shit! You're not a beta!" He growled harshly, making Shuichi scoot himself backwards across the floor to put even more distance between them; trying so hard to hold on to his self control and will his body to calm down long enough to get away.
"I-I...I don't know what you're talking about!" He argued.
Yuki clenched his fists tightly as he tried to keep control of himself. Now that the room was swiftly filling up with the boy's pheromones, he realized why that scent from the other day had been so familiar to him. The intoxicating scent of an omega going into heat. He had been with plenty of omegas in the past, but never a guy, and NEVER while they were heat. Even though he recognized the scent now, he was genuinely surprised at how intense it was. Sickly sweet. Alluring in a nearly supernatural way. A scent reminiscent of cherry blossoms and strawberries. It seeped into his senses until he could feel himself being carried away by it. It was driving him completely insane.
He managed, with a great deal of effort, to get up on his feet and stagger towards the source of this mind numbing scent. He saw that the boy had backed himself up all the way across the room to be pressed against a wall on the floor. He closed in menacingly until he was close enough to pounce on him like a true predator, dragging him down off the wall and pinning him flat on his back on the floor with his whole body.
"Aah! Yuki! G-get off! Please!"
His words had come out correctly, but having the man on top of him like this, Shuichi was quickly swept up in his scent, making his body react in direct opposition to his words. His head went fuzzy with heat, and his vision blurred as each passing second of being this close drove his temperature skyrocketing out of control.
"N-ngh...no." Yuki growled deeply; his own humanity starting to slip away from him.
Yuki was shaking ever so slightly as he tried to fight against his instincts to wreck his slender captive, panting and growling softly with the effort. In the end, he simply couldn't do it. He finally snapped and leaned down to catch the boy up in a much more desperate and hungry kiss.
"Mmn!" Shuichi moaned immediately in response, this time unable to even try and reciprocate with any success.
His body had no fight left by that point as every part of him was screaming for more, for any sort of relief from the building heat and the pain. He had fully given himself over to his heat by the time he threw his arms tightly around Yuki's neck to cling to him as he somehow managed to match the hungry kiss. He then felt a large hand move down his body until it slipped past the hem of his shorts. Everywhere the hand touched his skin, it felt like it was being melted by heat. So much so that he had to force his way out of their kiss to pant for breath. He looked up into Yuki's eyes once he was able. The look on his face was one of pure desperation.
"H-help me...please..." He begged through his panting breaths, eyes filling up with anguished tears.
Again, Yuki couldn't manage to properly verbalize a response. His mind was filled with only the few things that this horrendous state would allow. To claim. To impregnate. To bite. Instead of trying anymore to vocalize, he moved his hand to roughly yank Shuichi's shorts and underwear off in one smooth movement; tossing them aside on the floor beside them. Once he had him exposed, he used one hand to pry the boy's legs apart, and moved the other one down to rub at his soaking entrance with his fingers. He was actually surprised when he felt how wet it was. He hadn't known that male omegas could do that sort of thing. Even more surprising, was the fact that he was totally enamored by it. He smirked a bit even as he roughly pressed two digits into him with absolute ease.
The touching and the fingers made Shuichi cry out wordlessly and thrash slightly beneath him. It felt far better than it did when he did this himself, but It wasn't nearly enough. He needed more. More contact. More than fingers. Desperately, like his life depended on it, every cell within him was burning up for more.
"Y-Yuki! Please!" He pleaded once again. Instead of getting MORE contact though, Yuki abruptly eased off him and fully retracted both hands, leaving Shuichi with no contact whatsoever.
It took a great deal of effort for Yuki to pull back. The boy's voice had finally reached into his head and made him realize that he had lost control. He had to grit his teeth from the effort of his restraint as he leaned back to be on his haunches. He couldn't let this brat get the better of him. He wasn't able to do much more than that at the moment though, using all his remaining will power just to stay where he was.
The sudden loss of all contact sent Shuichi into a blind panic. He opened his mouth to speak, but only gasps and little mewling sounds came out. When his words failed him, he dug deep to tap into his most baser instincts for a solution. Without even thinking about it on a conscious level, he gathered his strength enough to roll himself over onto his belly on the floor. Once there, his limbs got to work all on their own to pull himself up so that he was now propped up on shaky knees just inches in front of where Yuki was crouched down. He normally wouldn't have volunteered himself into such an embarrassing position, but these were desperate times, so desperate measures were called for. His subconscious self was hoping that maybe if he presented himself properly, then he had a chance of coaxing Yuki into easing his suffering.
"Please…" He eventually managed to whimper one last time before he would have to resort to some other more terrible plan that he had yet to conceive.
Yuki was pretty confident that he had managed to resist his urges and the temptation before him, but all that confidence was suddenly evacuated from his mind with extreme prejudice when the boy took up such a position. How was he supposed to keep himself together when presented with such an alluring view? How could he keep his wits about him when his head was filled with such an intoxicating scent? It was no use at that point. He was too weak.
Yuki growled deeply as he finally snapped. He reached to push down the hem of his lounge pants enough to free his painfully throbbing cock, fumbling a bit with the pants drawstring thanks to his eagerness. He then leaned forward once again so he could get himself up onto his knees behind Shuichi, moving to hold onto his slender hips tightly. Once he had him steady, he plunged his cock into his soaked entrance with far more ease than he anticipated, and all the eagerness of a wild animal.
"A-AAH! YES!"
Shuichi cried out loudly the second he felt himself filled. He hadn't gotten a chance to look properly before, but now he realized how big Yuki was. It would definitely be hard to handle if he wasn't in heat. Luckily, he was, and that not only made it manageable, but very nearly satisfying. He began to whimper with need right away as Yuki pressed further and further into him. He hadn't thought for a second that the man was going to take it easy on him, but he still didn't fully expect just how true that was. Yuki had recovered from his initial shock of pleasure in a near instant, allowing him to go right to bucking his hips wildly; thrusting into him over and over with no real concern for the boy's comfort or pain tolerance.
Shuichi had been dealing with his heats all on his own, by his own choice, for his entire life up until now and it was this prolonged self isolation that left him wholly unprepared for the state he was currently in. Yuki's scent all around him. His hands on his burning skin. His cock buried inside him. The heady haze that the alpha pheromones put him in. It was all so much more amazing than he could have ever possibly imagined. Each movement of the man's hips sent his mind reeling with pleasure, and all he could think of now was just how badly he wanted to be completely consumed by this man. Mind, body and soul.
"Yuki! Mmm-more! More! Deeper!" He suddenly blurted out, tears streaming down his red cheeks.
"A-angh!" Yuki choked out in a guttural groan.
Now that he had thrown himself into this, the boy's moaning words went through him like a shot, making him reflexively clench his hands even tighter on his hips. He then moved one hand up the boy's back to between his shoulder blades where he applied heavy pressure to force him further onto the floor and angle his hips as much as possible. This new angle let him press even further into him as he began to thrust into him more forcefully.
"Y-YUKI! AAAAH!"
Shuichi, technically a virgin until now, was simply no match for a handsome alpha with who knows how much more experience than him. He had only been able to hold out another few seconds before all his muscles tensed, making him hug Yuki's cock even tighter, as he came heavily onto the floor.
Despite the mind blowing orgasm, his body was still too hot, too lacking. It STILL wasn't enough. Just as he was about to say as much, he felt Yuki bear even more weight down against him as he gave one last thrust to bury his cock up to the hilt just as he jerked and came inside him with a choked groan.
Shuichi had never experienced something more soul shaking and mind altering than this blissful mixture of pleasure and relief. The very first time he got true full relief from his wretched heat. The overwhelming feeling made him gasp deeply a few times as he tried just to stay conscious. His body felt like it was relaxing for the first time in his life now that he was filled with an alphas seed.
He finally started to cool, and by the time his heat had calmed down to a manageable level, he had no strength left to keep himself up against Yuki's weight. He collapsed fully flat on his belly on the floor where he panted heavily to catch his breath. Yuki's body shifted along with him, so that he went down as well to be fully laid on top of him. He actually giggled softly when he felt Yuki collapse with him, but his moment of pure joy was cruelly stolen from him in an instant. He got a hot shiver as he felt the man's warm wet tongue run slowly along the nape of his neck, feeling his teeth graze the skin there as well.
That sensation sent a wave of terror through his entire system and his survival instincts kicked into overdrive all at once. He thrashed his arms around until he could get them out from the awkward position they were in to swat Yuki's face away with the back of a hand. He then used his forearms to clamp down around his neck, covering his nape protectively.
"Yuki! Stop! Don't bite!" He cried loudly in a very firm voice, much to the contrary of his whole body trembling in fear. He knew that he was no match for the larger, older man if it really came down to it.
Thankfully for Shuichi, Yuki had come back around enough to be able to realize what he was doing. He was furious at himself once he had. He still wasn't thinking with a fully clear head yet, but was able to withdraw and shift his body backwards to be back on his haunches; making him roughly pull out of the boy in the process despite how uncomfortable and unnatural it felt to do so.
"Get out…" He said in a hushed tone that was almost too soft to hear; burying his face in a hand as he tried to get ahold of himself.
Shuichi could hear in the man's voice that he was upset or in pain somehow. He knew he had already seriously fucked up by going into heat like this, and he could now feel the guilt build up in his heart. The guilt and pain made him want to comfort Yuki as much as possible, so he quickly got himself back up to his hands and knees to reach for his shorts that had been tossed aside. He wriggled his way into them quickly then cautiously crawled a bit closer to Yuki.
"Yuki...what's wrong? Are you ok?" He asked gently as he reached out towards him.
As soon as he saw the outstretched hand, Yuki snapped his gaze up to attention and harshly slapped the hand away. This was definitely the last straw. He could hardly even comprehend just how furious he was in that moment. Not only was this guy basically stalking him and messing him up with his heat, but now he has the audacity to pity him afterwards? He couldn't stand it.
"I said get out!" He barked as he managed to pull himself to his feet. He reached down to grab the boy by the collar of the shirt to haul him up as well.
"W-wait! I'm sorry! It was an accident!" Shuichi tried to reason as he struggled and flailed against the man's grasp to no avail.
Once they were up, Yuki dragged him all the way to the front door. He swung the door open roughly, and threw him hard over the threshold. Shuichi tumbled to the concrete just outside the door and looked up at him in a panic.
"Yuki, wait! Please listen to me!"
"Omegas...all of you. You disgust me." He hissed in a voice full of ice, fists clenched in fury, before slamming the door in his face.
Shuichi was totally devastated by how the entire situation ended up, but by far the most painful part was Yuki's harsh words. His chest ached painfully as he felt a whole new type of heartbreak build up inside him. 'Disgust'. That's what he had said. The same thing he had heard over and over for as long as he could remember. People rarely said things like that to someone's face, but he could always hear them whispering. Omegas are disgusting. They are just breeding stock. Slaves to their alphas. Second class citizens. He had heard it all before; but to hear it from someone he admired and even cared for, felt like a knife through the heart.
He could only sit there on the porch for a little while to sob, try and collect his thoughts, and gain enough control of his body to move. Once he was sure he could actually stand, he eased himself up to his feet and made his way down the drive and out onto the street. He honestly just wanted to disappear at that point, but luckily his senses eventually came back to him. He wasn't sure anymore how his body was going to act, and knew that being out on the street alone was easily the worst place to be if and when his heat peaked last thing he wanted to do right now was to be scolded further or to face Yuki's feelings, but he was sure it was unavoidable. He went ahead and started to steel himself against what was to come, and hailed a cab to Hiro's place.
"The drug in me is you and I'm so high on misery. Can't you see?"
TBC