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“You FUCKER!”
Dazai was slammed against the wall, his head hitting right against it with a twang. He didn't show it, tilting his head at the smaller man. Chuuya had his hand on Dazai's throat, mimicking a blunt knife with how close he was. The shade of his eyes contrasted the redness on his cheeks, which just seemed to grow.
“What?” Dazai smirked, still managing to look down on Chuuya.
The ginger snarled at him, showing off every sharp tooth, “Don't play an idiot, you fucking know what you did.”
The grip only seemed to get tighter, but the expression on Chuuya's face altered just slightly.
“Can't find something?” Dazai nearly laughed. His body was slack as usual, knowing the moment Chuuya laid hand on him, was the moment he won.
Chuuya's face was redder by each minute, but his grip wasn't letting go. That man was too stubborn and strong willed to let this just happen to him so easily; Dazai won't push, but Chuuya won't relent so easily either.
“Don't be a dumbass just this once,” Chuuya's words sounded closer to a threat, “we both can't take that risk.”
Dazai could smell the absolute stink coming from Chuuya. The man didn't know how to hide it well, nor did Dazai get the sense that Chuuya tried.
Even presenting as an omega, Chuuya rarely displayed those characteristics, thus often passing for a beta, or even an alpha. When a man was able to hold himself to such a standard, it was no wonder nobody suspected a thing; no-one except Dazai.
Chuuya went into heat perhaps twice a year. That means that he never had to hide his pheromones, nor worry about suppressants or medication. However they still happened, and they were a goldmine for Dazai. For just 24-36 hours, he crashed; and Dazai was never there.
That ate him alive, ever since they stupidly marked each other back in the Port Mafia. Taking the word 'partners' to a whole different level, it felt as though their souls and bodies were bound, even if they liked it or not.
Chuuya didn't even try to destroy that link after so many years.
Chuuys knew when his heats were coming before Dazai could deduce it, and by then it was too late; Before it was always an arranged out of city mission by Mori, and Dazai was never allowed to come. Then it turned to Chuuya just simply disappearing, then coming back as if nothing was wrong.
But Chuuya can't hide when Dazai has been living in his apartment for months now.
It was coincidental that Dazai found Chuuya's callender with his previous tracking of his heat, and assumed dates of the next ones. It was a stroke of luck that Dazai found a spare bottle of suppressants in case Chuuya needed time to flee. It was by chance that Dazai left his own pheromones during the night before Chuuya's presumed heat.
Morbid curiosity led to him being pinned to the wall.
Too long to answer. Dazai felt a slap on his face, and it didn't help that the feeling went right to his cock. Chuuya's smell was getting intoxicating as Chuuya never learned to hide better, pooling out of him in waterfalls, even if he didn't realise it. And Dazai was getting sweaty from being next to him.
“Answer me, bitch,” Chuuya growled, his voice lower and one leg pushing Dazai apart. The name calling forced a pathetic whine out of him, but he kept his stance.
“I ate them,” Dazai replied with his joyful tone, watching as Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, but his eyebrows immediately furrowed. He let go of Dazai, contemplating if he should spit due to the disgusting behaviour of the man, but he didn't have time to play around.
“One fucking thing, Dazai,” He continued fuming, but his insults were getting less snappier, as he seemed to stare off into a far away distance.
Dazai observed every detail, every movement, every breath. He wished he could feel how Chuuya was feeling. He just wished he could be inside that man as soon as possible.
Subconsciously (or he was telling himself that), Dazai released a newer wave of pheromones, letting his smell of cheap sake and hospital packaging fill the air. Chuuya's snarl quickly dropped, instead his face falling into confusion and slight intrigue, which doesn't last long as Chuuya storms out, and into Dazai's room.
Dazai is left standing, and he believes he's out of breath more than Chuuya is, even if all he did was hide some suppressants. They were expired anyway, he had that bottle since the start of his journey in the Mafia. Dazai's nose was filled with his own desire, foolishness, but also Chuuya's anger and need.
Chuuya didn't take his time in the room, quickly walking past Dazai, only stopping to pick the book he was reading earlier, then throw it at Dazai from across the room. Dazai noted how he was carrying half of Dazai's wardrobe, before tumbling into his own room and slamming the door with his ability.
He could only imagine what was happening inside, as the smell of gunpowder and wine seemed to get worse. The two clashing smells seemed to mix perfectly in the hall, and Dazai felt like he was dragged by an unknown force towards Chuuya's door.
His movement was light as he moved, and he pressed his ear to the door, feeling like a little kid listening to his parents argue.
On the other side of the door, Dazai could hear scrummaging as Chuuya moved half of his room around with ease. The sounds then stopped for a second, except for the bed creaking as Chuuya seemingly jumped onto it.
Only a few seconds later Dazai could hear a relieved groan, and he could smell as the physical relaxation hit Chuuya. Dazai placed his whole body against the door in curiosity, trying to see if he could see exactly what was going on inside through a crack or the keyhole, but no luck.
Chuuya on the other side, just kept getting louder; every movement seemed to travel into Dazai's ear, the movement of the hand, the lungs moving to breathe, the throat moving to produce every sound.
Dazai's curiosity was bubbling, boiling his head. If he just had the strength, he might have scratched a hole into the door, just to see what was happening. His body was on fire, and for a moment he was concerned he was going through a heat.
He had never been present for a heat for any other person before: alphas always tried to avoid that for the sake of the both parties. But ever since he marked Chuuya, the heats of other omegas didn't affect him at all. To him, it always just seemed that a person was having a fever and had to go home to take a rest.
Dazai never expected to feel like a dog in 40 degree weather, moments away from humping into the air.
His curiosity would kill him, because Dazai had decided to crack the door open slightly, just enough to peak his head through.
His breath hitched as he saw Chuuya on the bed, his eyes fluttering shut as he touched himself. Dazai's eyes trailed to his clothes surrounding Chuuya, creating a homemade and rushed nest, with him right in the middle. Dazai knew he wouldn't be able to get rid of Chuuya's smell.
Chuuya noticed Dazai the moment the door opened. He didn't stop his movements, choosing to bury himself further in Dazai's clothes, but his eyes stared right at Dazai, occasionally trailing down to his neck.
“Why are you here,” Chuuya growled, his voice harsh. He didn't expect an answer.
Neither of them had dealt with another person. Neither of them had a single idea of how it would turn out, or how it would affect them.
Dazai swallowed his spit, his mouth going dry. He might have underestimated the situation a little.
“To help,” he spoke, standing near the door, but his mind was going irrational, something he hated.
Even though Chuuya's face was still looking at Dazai with hatred, his eyes visibly dilated, just with Dazai's presence.
“Then wait,” Chuuya commanded. The dynamics should have been flipped, but Dazai felt his body stop as if there was liquid nitrogen in it. He watched with anticipation as Chuuya focused on jerking himself off, speeding up further and further. If Dazai listened carefully, he could hear his voice murmuring his name during a certain stroke or when Chuuya moved his head to smell the shirt next to him.
His eyes never left Chuuya, watching as he finally reached that climax he wanted. Dazai was ready to walk forward if it wasn't for Chuuya's glare. The man looked dazed, but he still managed to look intimidating whilst simultaneously looking like a wreck.
“Strip,” Chuuya ordered, watching with prying eyes as Dazai became stilted whilst he stood. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it straight after, deciding to get rid of his cream overcoat.
He didn't feel any embarrassment whilst he took off his shirt, until he reached his trousers, and that made him realise how painfully hard he was. The realisation made him hesitate for just a moment, but he continued, until all he was left was in his boxers.
Dazai looked up at Chuuya, whose eyes never left Dazai’s, looking at him with a mix of lust and desire. Dazai didn’t shift from his spot, until Chuuya nodded his head in approval.
He walked over to the bed, crawling across it and closer to Chuuya. Even if he came no more than 5 minutes ago, he was already hard, which shouldn't have been humanly possible, but what did Dazai know?
Chuuya's growl was low as Dazai crawled over his (own) clothes, not enjoying the intruder. Dazai hesitated for a moment, unsure if he was going to get bitten if he approached further. He did the only thing he could; releasing his pheromones.
He would lie if he said he had never attempted to do that before with Chuuya, but the bastard either trained for it or was totally indifferent to them, because they seemed to have no effect on him. That still applied even after they mated, and even know when they fuck, it makes no fundemental difference.
However this time, Chuuya stopped, his mind connecting the smell between Dazai and the clothes, and his shoulders visibly became less tense.
Dazai finally got close enough to Chuuya to lean down and kiss him, the hunger apparent in them both. There was no rhythm to their kiss, except for their bodies immediately plastering together. Chuuya was still half dressed, unlike Dazai, making him mentally complain.
Chuuya moved his head down, leaning down to Dazai's neck, and memorised the scent. Dazai shuddered as Chuuya licked his neck, nibbling at the bandages. With his fangs, he manages to just let some of them rip, then he bit down, sinking his teeth right into the scent glands.
The vibrations after the bite seemed to spread through his body, and he felt both electric and shocked. His mind rang in alarm, but could do nothing except melt for it.
It was a common misconception that only alphas could mark omegas, typically by biting at the back of the omega's neck, just where their scent glands were. What isn't known is that omegas can claim alphas for themselves, by biting at their glands, which were usually situated at the sides of the neck. Biologically that didn't mean much, however it was counted to be as strong as 'soul bounding', especially if both parties were marked.
Dazai was claimed by Chuuya the same way he marked Chuuya all those years ago.
Dazai barely felt as he was pushed down onto the bed, and Chuuya situated himself right on top of him, his eyes wandering from the bite mark to Dazai's face. Even in his faze, Chuuya was careful to not disturb the rest of Dazai's bandages, as he stripped on top of the taller man.
Chuuya couldn't ignore Dazai's dick (on which he was sitting), so to give some relief to both of them, Chuuya started grinding. The relieved groan sent shivers down Chuuya's spine, watching as an alpha below him was so easily influenced by him.
When he was finally naked, even his boxers, Chuuya reached to his bedside table and pulled out a box of condoms and lube.
He noticed how Dazai looked puzzled, and Chuuya considered if he was playing dumb on purpose, “I'm not getting pregnant today.”
He decided that the look of disappointment on Dazai's face was over-exaggerated.
In a swift motion, he got rid of Dazai's underwear, and applied some lube on his dick. He ignored how Dazai whined at the touch, and rolled the condom down on his dick.
Dazai tried putting his hands on Chuuya's thighs, but his hands were swatted away, “ I touch you, after all this is your fault.”
The anger was radiating from Chuuya, so Dazai complied, just watching instead. He stared as Chuuya lifted his hips, angling himself to descend more easily. This time, Dazai ignored Chuuya's warning, and put his hands on Chuuya's waist to stop him.
“That eager that you aren't going to stretch yourself out?” The question was a careful one, filled with his usual teasing tone, but the concern was obvious.
Chuuya looked at Dazai with confusion, the cogs in his head turning until he understood the question, “You really don't know anything, do you?”
Taking the hand on his waist, Chuuya moved it to his ass, and let Dazai feel the slick dripping out of him. Dazai's shocked face said it all to Chuuya, who just laughed at Dazai's benightedness. Impossibly, Dazai's face went even more red, and he dropped the topic.
Chuuya supported himself on Dazai's thighs, and let himself slowly drop, the feeling of Dazai's dick in him overwhelming him completely. He had never had a partner during a heat, so this felt intruding, but also so euphoric. He wasted no time letting his body connect to Dazai's thighs, involuntarily moaning as he did so.
Dazai wasn't sure what to expect either; they had fucked before, but never in this context.
“Try not to come immidiately,” Chuuya hissed, as he tried to get his mind under control. His hormones were worse than Dazai's, craving more than anything to be fucked into oblivion.
“Nmm… I won't come unless you start moving,” Dazai managed to bark back, but it fell flat.
Chuuya didn't hesitate at the words, letting his desire consume him as he bounced on Dazai's dick, his pace relentless. After a few attempts, he managed to angle it just right, hitting his prostate with every thrust.
They became a duet, moaning nearly in unison at every thrust. Dazai felt his body wanting to devour Chuuya, the need to push himself into Chuuya with as much force imaginable, but he could barely hold his own noises, much less try to take care of Chuuya.
“Dazai,” Chuuya stopped, a relisation hitting him. He panted for a few moment, catching his breath.
Dazai didn't avert his eyes from Chuuya, nodding in acknowledgement.
“Let's go raw.”
Dazai's eyes widened at the suggestion, and his stomach did a summersault. The idea was so enticing, and his hormones were agreeing with him, but whatever remained of his common sense told him it was a bad idea.
“I'm not paying child support-”
“Shut up,” Chuuya huffed, “It's a low chance anyway.”
Dazai wondered for a moment, “You don't take contraception.”
Chuuya glared at Dazai, “And who's fault is that? I don't usually fuck during heats.”
Dazai nodded, but he didn't feel a drop of guilt. Not when it resulted in Chuuya sitting on top of him, his dick still in the ginger.
“Alright, but it better be worth it,” Dazai agreed. He couldn't lie and say he didn't want it, but the idea of copies of himself or Chuuya running around wasn't that pleasant.
Chuuya hummed, and raised himself, just enough to grab the condom and take it off.
Partially, Chuuya knew that his heat would go faster if Dazai left a knot in him, even if they didn't want to get pregnant. He had read about that being an option for faster heats, with a risk. But as well, he wanted more. More of sex, and more of Dazai.
Chuuya took a breath before slamming himself back on Dazai's cock, the feeling overwhelming them both. The bare skin wasn't just more stimulating, but made them feel even more connected. Dazai could feel the slick on his dick, feeling like warm honey, and all he could was throw his head back in pleasure, trying not to arch his back.
Chuuya on the other hand, only felt more motivated. His pacing was ruthless, as he chased both of their orgasms, desperate for touch they didn't realise helped so much. Chuuya was cursing his old self for going through heats by himself for all those years, when his mate turned out to be as desperate as him.
Dazai let him hands grip Chuuya's thighs, watching in amazement and pleasure as Chuuya moved, knowing that he was so close already. Not wanting to finish alone, he reached for Chuuya's dick, moving his hand in rhythm with Chuuya's bounces.
Chuuya nearly collapsed as he came, tightening so much that Dazai didn't require any extra thrusts to finish.
They remained in their positions, breathing through their climaxes. The feeling lingered in the air.
Dazai was ready to let Chuuya leave, but the look which was given to him shaken him to the bone. Chuuya placed his hand on Dazai's chest, keeping him down, whilst his eyes were practically black, with an outline of blue and brown.
“I'm not done,” Chuuya simply stated, “You got me like this, now I'm your responsobility.”
Dazai's brains were watering down into mush, “Take a fiver?”
Chuuya eyed him, and Dazai was getting concerned with the fact that Chuuya was getting hard again, after his second orgasm already.
“Fiver. And don't run, not that you will.”
Dazai grinned. Because he knew that he didn't need that warning.