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Thick and heavy the heat of summer presses down on the two young men even after the sun has set. The bright moon in the sky is almost full — only one more night until it would be completed. A little restless, Tsukishima has been plucking out blades of grass for a while now, his eyes always resting on the moonlit face of the omega sitting across him.
Kageyama is leaning against the side of his hut, knees pulled up to his chest and chin resting on his crossed arms. Silver moonlight bathes in the deep blue of his eyes as he keeps his gaze on the pitch black outline of the dense forest in the distance.
He hasn’t said a single word since the sun set.
“Are you still sure about tomorrow?” Tsukishima breaks the silence.
Instead of saying anything, Kageyama just nods, still turned away from him to look at the endless forest beyond the fields surrounding their village. His face is unreadable. Especially in the dark of the night.
It feels slightly unsettling.
Tsukishima shifts a bit uncomfortable, eyes running across the outlines of the omega’s body. A strange tingle runs beneath his skin. It’s been there for a while already, growing more restless once he inhales the heavy scent of rain always rolling off Kageyama.
“How far do you want me to go?” He asks, still a bit unsure, hands stilling — frozen — when Kageyama finally glances up at him. His intense gaze burns right through him, igniting the strange, low simmering heat he’s felt for the past few days in the depth of his chest.
“Want?” Kageyama snorts, the corners of his mouth lifting to draw a sly smirk on his lips. Heat buzzes under Tsukishima’s skin and his hands clench tightly in the soft grass around him. “You sound quite convinced you’re even going to get a hand on me.”
Tsukishima chuckles to himself, his body relaxing again as he turns to look at the bright moon. They have danced around this specific conversation for months. Since something more grew between them. The topic of the mating run has been a quite sensitive one for them for various reasons. Or hasn’t it? Tsukishima honestly can’t tell. But he often can not tell what Kageyama is really thinking.
It’s awkward for him to ask about his feelings toward the mating run, so he didn’t. He just went along with whatever the omega decided to do. But now that it is only one night away, he just has to be sure on what Kageyama is expecting of him tomorrow.
“Right.” Tsukishima might reply with a smile but the words do irritate him slightly. And it must show on his face because Kageyama’s smirk just grows larger. One truly needs enough patience to deal with a feisty omega like him — of course, Tsukishima can handle him though. It is one thing he loves taking pride in.
“If we pretend I’m able to catch up to you, how far do you want me to go then?”
The omega shifts. Down on his hands and knees, Kageyama crawls the short distance between them, a twinkle in his eyes as Tsukishima grows stiff, hands twitching with the urge to reach out to the other man. “As far as you can go,” Kageyama whispers into the small space between them, his breath close to brushing against Tsukishima’s lips. Casually, the omega brushes some ripped blades of grass off Tsukishima’s crossed legs before tightly grabbing onto his wrist. His nails dig sharply into his skin, almost enough to break it. “But don’t expect me to just take everything lying down.”
Tsukishima grimaces because of the sharp pain but that doesn’t take away from his own competitive smirk. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
-o-
The full moon hangs bright in the otherwise pitch black night sky. The members of the two packs are gathered in front of the dense forest just like they are every single year. This one is no different.
Tsukishima is stretching his arms above his head, shaking his legs out. His muscles are already warmed up — he’s never been this ready for the mating run. He’s never gotten ready at all before. A small smile curls his lips and he knocks his shoulder against Kageyama who’s stretching as well. There’s a fiery glint in his deep blue eyes.
“At least give me a small hint,” He begs for the fifth time today, knowing full well it’s not going to work.
Kageyama shoves him back slightly, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I'm not telling you which direction I’ll take.”
“Boo, you know how big the forest is,” Tsukishima complains.
The omega just laughs at him, making his way over to the group of others who are waiting in front of the tall, wooden gate. Only a few more moments until they’ll take off running.
“I'm not going to make this easy for you,” Kageyama promises him, “You have to seriously catch me.”
Tsukishima rolls his eyes in feigned annoyance. A certain kind of thrill rushes through him — excitement is tingling under his skin. And there’s something else as well. Something deep within his chest. Something that feels almost primal. “I wouldn't expect you to.” He smiles. “Give me everything you got. I can take it.”
His last words get swallowed by the howl of their pack leader. Kageyama smirks at him one last time before taking off into the forest. Faster than any of the other omegas.
Blood loudly pumps in Tsukishima’s ears as he flies through the forest. The night is young and dark, the silvery light of the full moon breaking through the thick net of leaves and branches here and there, casting bright spotlights onto the soft ground.
His nose is filled with hundreds of different scents and yet, Kageyama’s stands out to him the most. As if it’s calling his name. Recognizing it has become easy now. The time they spent together so closely, all those occasions where it rubbed off on him — of course, he recognizes it easily. Though it is strange his nose can pick it out of so many different scents as if it were the only one. He thought it would be harder tonight.
But it’s as if all his senses are sharpened, solely focused on finding the omega. His omega.
The possessive thought sneaks so easily into his mind, Tsukishima doesn’t even notice it. He’s been slightly out of it for the entire day.
Could it be the adrenaline of the run? The jittery nerves of excitement? The thrill of the chase? Tsukishima isn’t sure what has been simmering under his skin for the past few days but it’s slowly starting to reach its peak.. He’s been training with Kageyama for the past year for this run. Can’t count how many times he tried to catch up the omega in these woods only to never come quite close enough.
But tonight… Tonight, this fire is burning under his skin and for the first time, he feels like he might be able to beat him today.
He needs to.
Tonight, he feels so much more — alive.
His blood pumps hotter and faster, his breaths are deeper, and his legs don’t feel the strain of running like they usually do. Tsukishima doesn’t know what’s going on but something is off. Something is different.
His naked feet slap against the ground and sink into soft, cold moss as he shoots through the undergrowth. Something is going on with his body and his mind. Tsukishima can tell. His thoughts are thick like honey, slowing down while his body runs hotter and faster.
For the past few days he’s been feeling it. It’s hard to describe. He felt a bit more anxious, possessive, and to be honest, he was probably a little too aware of Kageyama and his scent. It felt thicker, more intense. When they touched, goosebumps broke out over his skin, the warmth of the omega near him made his breath quicken, and he found himself hanging onto him a lot closer than he would usually feel comfortable in public.
Kageyama must have noticed the slight changes but didn’t call him out on them. Not with a single word. It seemed he liked the increased attention, the affection Tsukishima usually only shows when it’s just the two of them.
It’s not that Tsukishima still feels ashamed or embarrassed by his feelings for the omega. No, no, no. He’s long gotten over these thoughts of ‘why him’ and entered a far different territory of ‘it could have never been anyone else but him.’
They just — fit.
Even if not everyone might understand them, that’s alright. They just need to understand each other. And they do. They understand that they need this friction between each other. That it’s good.
Tsukishima needed someone that pisses him off just as much as he pisses them off. They may clash a lot but are tough enough to take each other’s crappy mood swings and they do it with pride. Only by being so close to each other they noticed how similar they are. Both independent, stoic, often misjudged, possessive in a quiet, almost reserved manner, and both a lot more comfortable when being left alone or in only each other’s company.
Over a year ago, he might have called himself crazy for even considering taking a mate, much less Kageyama, but now? Now it’s become something more than just a need.
The concept of mating has always sounded like too much for him. Something he didn’t really want with anyone, afraid of binding himself to one person but when he thinks about doing it with Kageyama? It’s different.
It’s different and he desperately needs to claim him as his own. Officially. Claiming the omega that no one could conquer, being claimed by him in return, showing off to everyone that they are one — that they belong together.
The possessiveness in his chest and mind grows so quickly it’s almost overwhelming. It’s instinctual. Tsukishima knew he’s always been pretty possessive — he is an alpha after all, there’s no denying it — but he never felt it this intensely before. As if he would die if he doesn’t stake his claim right now.
And all of this, these thoughts, the heat, they should have told him what was going on and he may have realized it sooner if his mind hadn’t already begun to melt inside of his skull. So, now he just continues deeper and deeper into the thick forest, chasing the fresh scent of rain and wet earth that makes him salivate.
Tsukishima runs for a long time.
His body is on fire. Sweat is pouring down his back and he knows his skin is burning up but he doesn’t feel exhausted yet. Usually, he’d be panting and running out of strength but his body is holding up in a way it never did before. Just the thought of finally catching Kageyama, of pinning him under him, sinking his teeth in his flesh, and tasting his blood on his tongue is spurring him on to run even faster.
His mind has gotten heavier and heavier as his base instincts are starting to slowly take over. No thoughts are wasted on the state of his body, instead, his head is filled with the omega and his scent that has been growing thicker and thicker for a while now.
He’s getting closer.
Tsukishima doesn’t know how far he’s made it into the vast forest but it must be pretty far. There is no other scent here than that of nature and Kageyama’s, threading in as if it belongs here. It’s heavy and pungent, so similar to the forest and yet so undeniably him. Almost deafeningly, Tsukishima’s heart is hammering in his ears.
And then he hears it.
Over his thundering heartbeat and heavy breath.
A crack.
A branch broke under the weight of something stepping on it.
In the back of his hazy mind, Tsukishima knows Kageyama would never be careless enough for that to be an accident. The omega wants to be found. To be chased. And even though that knowledge might scratch a bit at his pride as an alpha, failing to notice his omega first, it also fuels the heat coiling tightly in the pit of his stomach.
Because Kageyama just couldn’t wait to be found — to be properly chased. He wants this just as much as Tsukishima does.
Without a moment of hesitation, Tsukishima darts into the direction of the noise, not caring about the branches scratching at his skin as he fights his way through thick bushes and thorns. The heat in his stomach pulsates when he sees it — a hint of white.
His heart flutters in excitement and saliva pools on his tongue, a small drop dribbling from the corner of his mouth. He almost trips over his own feet in his hurry to pursue Kageyama as the omega takes off with his usual speed.
They’ve done this so many times before. Run together. But it never felt quite as exhilarating as it does right now. Maybe because it’s for real. Because this is not practice.
The thrill of a real hunt awakens something deep inside of him and his mind shuts off almost entirely. Fur itches under his skin but he can’t let himself transform — he needs to grab Kageyama with his own two hands.
It tickles slightly as Tsukishima feels the wolf ears come out between his hair, his nails sharpening to claws, and his canines growing longer. Animalistic instincts run through his body as he shortens the gap between Kageyama and him.
But he can’t close it.
They fly through the deep woods, their scents mingling. Tsukishima only sees Kageyama and his white clothes in front of him. Nothing else matters. Nothing else registers in his mind. Not the trees, the bushes, the thorns or the roots trying to get in his way. All he cares about is his omega.
Kageyama looks back over his shoulder, a cocky smirk on his lips — letting Tsukishima know that he is not slowing down. It’s almost mockery. As if he doesn’t believe Tsukishima will ever be able to catch up to him.
He has no intention of making this easy for the alpha which doesn’t mean Kageyama doesn’t want to be caught. The excitement and slight hint of primal fear in his scent tells a clear story. He wants to be caught, to be claimed — he’s just not letting it happen easily. Not willing to go down without fighting with all his might. Like a wild animal. If Tsukishima wants the honor of claiming him he will have to force Kageyama into submission. Something the omega would never allow anyone but him to even attempt.
In front, Kageyama faces away again. He shouldn’t have turned around in the first place. Tsukishima darts to the right while Kageyama is forced to slow down slightly, having to avoid a tree he didn’t see coming in his path.
It’s nothing more than a tiny hiccup. He doesn’t even stumble and only slows down for a second. It’s not anything that would bring them closer if Tsukishima didn’t know every single one of his habits.
Because Tsukishima saw the tree. And he knew Kageyama didn’t.
He also ran enough times with the omega, watching him almost obsessively for hours on end, to know exactly how he is going to avoid a tree like this. Tsukishima knows which foot will strike the ground first, which foot will steer him in a different direction and he’s right there before Kageyama is.
He doesn’t slow down, urging his legs to go that little bit faster because he has no intention of simply grabbing onto Kageyama. He’s tearing him down.
They crash into each other, the wind knocking out of both of their lungs as they tumble to the ground. The scent of moss and earth envelops Tsukishima as he scrambles to gain control over the fighting omega beneath him.
Kageyama is struggling with all he has.
Their eyes meet briefly. The same cocky smirk still on the omega’s lips while his deep blue eyes blaze with fire. Tsukishima can not help but react instinctively. His body burns up and even though he’s usually in control of them, his pheromones pour out of him, dousing the omega below.
Kageyama falters for a single moment, the smirk slipping off his lips. For a heartbeat, he stops fighting, breathing in deeply as his pupils blow wide and his own pheromones start seeping out.
Oh.
Oh.
It all makes sense now. Tsukishima should have noticed immediately. Now, it only registers somewhere in the far back of his mind. It was only simmering slightly under his skin but the hunt, the running, the thrill of it did not just trigger his most primal instincts but also his rut.
Pheromones keep pouring out without his control, almost thick enough to fog around them. And in that moment, for a second, Tsukishima foolishly assumes he's finally gaining the upper hand. The pheromones should daze Kageyama, making him react and submit instinctively as an omega — especially since they're already a couple. There's already a kind of bond between them.
He pries Kageyama's hand off his shoulder where the omega has been trying to push him off. His shirt is torn and his skin burns and throbs from the shallow slashes Kageyama's claws left.
Maybe a bit too roughly, Tsukishima pushes the omega down with all his weight, caging him against the soft, mossy ground. Heavy and hot hips clash as Kageyama struggles, the friction almost enough to draw a guttural moan from Tsukishima's throat.
The omega grows a little more pliant. He doesn't stop struggling but Tsukishima pins his wrists down despite that. But Kageyama keeps arching his back and bucking his hips in an attempt to push him off but all he does is fuel the fire burning deep in the pit of Tsukishima's stomach. It's even better because Kageyama doesn't do it to please him but to fight him.
His blue eyes are still filled with fire despite his blown pupils and he's not giving up even though his scent has become thicker as well, responding to the rut pheromones. Mixed with the heavy foresty aroma is something sweeter. Something sticky. The intense scent of blooming wild flowers, thick as honey.
Tsukishima can basically taste him on his tongue and it makes saliva almost overflow.
Unable to hold himself back, the alpha dives down, pinning Kageyama with his entire body before burying his face in his chest. Like this he hears the thundering heartbeat of the omega — excitement and a hint of primal fear.
He breathes in deeply, letting his mind fill with fog, gulping down air as if it's his omega's liquid scent. Almost all rationality has lost him as he searches for more, more, more of his scent. The only thing he can still control is his urge to immediately divert his attention to Kageyama's neck.
If he allowed himself a taste of his skin right there he wouldn't be able to stop from biting down immediately. And he doesn't want this to be over so quickly. They have the whole night after all.
Though all his instincts are screaming at him to just get it over with, Tsukishima settles for the next best thing. Scent glands are all over the body. Tsukishima follows the strongest smell, hands tightening around Kageyama's wrists enough to surely leave bruises.
If he were clear headed he would mind his strength and most importantly, he would question his sanity for burying his nose right in Kageyama's armpit just to get a little closer to his seductive scent — but he is not clear headed. Once the rut is over and his mind clears, he will probably be embarrassed by his behavior but right now, he doesn't even question it.
Deeply, Tsukishima inhales Kageyama's scent, keeping it in his lungs, on his tongue until he becomes dizzy. Again and again, he draws in one deep breath after the other as if he would die otherwise, spurred on by the broken, whimpering sounds of his omega.
Wanting to be even closer to him, to the intoxicating scent, Tsukishima licks a broad stripe across his armpit. Sweat has soaked through the linen slightly and he groans as the taste spreads on his tongue. Carrying his scent almost as intensely as his slick, it’s sweet and musky at the same time, going straight to his cock.
Kageyama has fallen limp under his tongue, legs only weakly twitching as they wrap around Tsukishima’s hips to keep him pressed as close to him as possible. Satisfied for the moment, Tsukishima sits back up slightly, just enough to marvel at the state of the omega — his omega.
Burning blue eyes look up at him halflidded, pupils blown wide. His red-bitten lips are parted enough to let heavy pants pass through — the deviant smirk he wore before is gone. He’s all flushed cheeks and heavenly scent.
Looking down on him like this, the obvious signs of submission, of approval on Kageyama’s face makes Tsukishima relax his grip on his wrists a little. The corner of Kageyama’s mouth quirks up. He pulls one hand free and Tsukishima lets him. Gently, he caresses the side of his face and Tsukishima nuzzles into his touch, not noticing this is just another trap his feisty omega laid out for him.
Because it’s that very hand that suddenly pushes him to the side, catching him off balance and before he even realizes it, Kageyama has squirmed his way out from under him. The smirk is back on his lips as he laughs, already taking off running.
“You gotta try harder!” He yells as he disappears between the trees.
Growling deep in his chest, Tsukishima pushes himself off the ground as well, following after the omega.
Kageyama knows exactly what’s going on right now.
The hunt triggered his alpha’s rut. It’s pure instinct leading him through the forest and Kageyama isn’t any better off. He’s been feeling an insistent heat under his skin since last night and it only intensified the moment he took off running. The thrill of it, the play on his own instincts of being chased made him lose his inhibitions.
And then of course, being doused in Tsukishima’s almost feral pheromones still has slick running down the back of his thighs as he runs through the woods.
His own instincts are clear but Kageyama is no puppet to them. Not yet, at least. They may want him to give up, to bare himself all obediently for his alpha but there is also something deeper, something more primal sleeping inside of his chest. Something personal. He’s not going to make this easy for Tsukishima — he never made anything easy for the other, so why start now?
He wants to be chased until he can’t run anymore, he wants to be hunted down like prey. He craves this rush of adrenaline, the fear that plays on the edge of pleasure. Because he needs an alpha strong enough to force him to his knees, to compete with him on eye level and win against him.
And most importantly, he wants to see Tsukishima pushed to the edge. Frustrated. Annoyed. Because that’s what he’s best at.
Making things easy for each other, giving in, that’s just not like them.
Not when they know exactly what to say to tick the other off.
They need this.
They need this thrill, this game to see who’s going to break first.
As he runs, Kageyama still feels his alpha’s touch all over his body, his feathering breath against his skin, nose buried deep in his armpit — shame tingles red on his cheeks but he can ignore it easily in place of the pleasure it brought.
Tsukishima is more of a pervert than he thought but he can’t blame him, can’t condemn him when his actions made him throb almost painfully in pleasure.
With his heat in progress, Kageyama finds himself a bit slower than what he’s used to. Tsukishima is close behind, he feels his presence, the thick cloud of his pheromones so potent it’s as if it’s reaching out for him, beckoning him to slow down even further. The alpha is quicker than before, his rut only spurring him on. It must have overtaken his entire mind by now. He probably doesn’t even feel his own exhaustion, pushing past his usual limits easily with only his most primal part of his brain in charge.
And that part only has one goal — claim his omega.
It turns Kageyama on much more than he would like to admit.
This time, he doesn’t trip, doesn’t get off his path.
He runs with all his might and still, suddenly Tsukishima’s hot breath is right at his nape, sending a shiver down his spine. Once more, Kageyama tries to speed up, willing his legs to move a bit faster but instead, he has to brace himself for yet another impact that will surely leave bruises for the next few days.
The scent of wet moss penetrates his nose as Kageyama lands on his front this time. He tries to get up and crawl away but Tsukishima is on top of him with his entire weight, much too heavy for him to move. The alpha pins him down with clawed hands and almost in warning, his wide open mouth rests at his nape. His sharp teeth don’t push into his skin yet but he leaves them right there — as a threat.
Or maybe a dare. Daring Kageyama to try and run away again.
Kageyama’s heart is beating so fast and he can’t tell if he’s more scared or more turned on.
Both probably.
It’s exhilarating. More slick pours down his thighs and he can’t help the small whimpers escaping his lips as Tsukishima drowns him in his pheromones. His mind gets hazier and his muscles slowly go limp.
Tsukishima is panting above him, pressing his hips into the back of Kageyama's wet pants, grinding against his slicked skin. One hand is threaded in the omega’s hair, forcing his head to the side so they can look at each other.
“Didn't you say you wouldn't let me win?” Tsukishima asks a little too cockily. He’s out of breath, drool collecting in the corner of his mouth and his unfocused eyes almost glow golden in the darkness.
Kageyama bites down hard on his lip, tasting blood as he forces himself to hold back the submissive moan wanting to break free.
“Who says you've won already?” He pants as well.
Tsukishima holds onto him tighter, another growl rumbling deep in his chest and through tousled blond locks, soft, furry ears poke out before they flatten against his head. He bares his sharp fangs, Kageyama unable to look away from them.
Still, as long as he’s able, he will keep testing Tsukishima. Until neither of them has anything left to give.
Pressing his chest into the ground, he pushes his hips against the alpha’s crotch, letting his own pheromones pour out into the dark night without hesitation. Tsukishima throws his head back in pleasure, hand trembling in Kageyama’s hair just enough for him to only yelp in slight pain as he pulls himself free.
He doesn’t even fully make it to his feet before he’s thrown to the ground again, the air punched out of his lungs.
Tsukishima has enough of this game. It’s been going on for too long — he can’t hold himself back anymore.
All he wants to do is bury himself in his omega and finally, finally claim him. Kageyama doesn’t get farther than trying to get up on his feet when Tsukishima is already throwing him back onto the ground. He doesn’t feel the pain of the hits, the kicks, or the nails scraping against his skin. Kageyama fights hard but his strength has significantly decreased and so has his sharpness.
It’s easy to force him on his back and force himself between his legs so he can’t kick anymore. He grabs hold of his hands, pinning them down into the soft moss beside his head. Both of them are panting, the air around them thick and heavy with their pheromones as only a hair’s width separates their faces.
Kageyama is smiling at him, showing off his sharp fangs. His pupils are blown wide, eyes wild and giving off a barely there, soft blue glow.
In his already foggy mind, it takes Tsukishima a moment to recognize the change in Kageyama’s scent — to notice the obvious heat pheromones pouring from every pore. Greedily, Tsukishima gulps down one deep breath after the other, savoring the taste of his omega’s pheromones in the air. It almost drives him insane.
Unable to keep himself in check anymore, Tsukishima rolls his hips into Kageyama’s and they both groan in unison, their lips barely brushing against each other as the omega throws his head back against the ground. He forces his fingers between Tsukishima’s, lacing their hands together and squeezing so tight it hurts but it doesn’t matter to either of them.
Their teeth collide as they kiss, both caught in a feverish daze as they lick into each other’s mouths. Both of them fight for the upper hand as they steal each other’s breath away, sucking on each other’s tongue, and biting their lips until they taste blood.
The longer they kiss, the louder the soft but desperate noises from Kageyama’s mouth become. And with each one of them he grows more and more pliant underneath Tsukishima. Until most of the tension has left his body.
Eventually, Kageyama breaks away from their kiss to gasp for air. His eyes are almost black as he pants, a string of saliva still connecting their mouths. Their wild gazes meet and Kageyama’s bloody lips quirk into a smirk as he slowly, deliberately moves his head to bare his throat. It’s an invitation Tsukishima doesn’t ignore. He’s right there. Nosing his sensitive scent glands and inhaling deeply — it almost makes him fall over the edge.
“Easy,” Kageyama gasps when Tsukishima lets his lips brush against his neck. A sharp whine follows the moment Tsukishima laps up the sweat off his skin. “No need to rush.”
Tsukishima can’t find any words to reply so he just grunts but doesn’t move away. He keeps himself right there for a moment longer, basking in the omega’s scent and letting himself become drunk on it.
When he does sit up again he trusts Kageyama not to run away this time. He lets go of his hands and instead of immediately fighting, the omega reaches out and clings to him, claws pressing into his shoulders, ripping through his shirt as he pushes himself against him. The surrender of his omega fills Tsukishima with an almost delirious satisfaction. Something he’s never felt before.
And yet, somewhere in the back of his mind, he still remembers their conversation from before the mating run. It’s the last thing he can form any coherent thought about that has nothing to do with physically claiming his omega right this second.
Just for a short moment, he’s able to suppress his raging instincts because he has to be sure. He has to be absolutely sure.
“You're still fine —” Tsukishima starts, his voice sounding a bit foreign to himself as well but he keeps going, “Still fine with having me go as far as I want?”
Kageyama just giggles slightly, closing his legs around Tsukishima’s hips and letting his heels dig into the small of his back to force him even closer. He arches up against him, tugging on his hair and dragging his claws along his sensitive, furry ears.
“Give me everything you've got,” Kageyama whispers, almost moaning the last word, “Alpha.”
A thread snaps somewhere deep inside of Tsukishima’s mind.
He doesn’t waste a single second before he tears through Kageyama’s shirt and buries his nose in his bare armpits this time. The scent is so much stronger than before. He inhales deeply, shuddering as everything around him gets clouded with the omega’s pheromones. His fingers dig into his supple flesh as he licks a broad strip across his side and over his armpit, savoring the taste on his tongue.
“Pervert,” Kageyama gasps under his breath, arching his back. Tsukishima bites the side of his peck in retaliation, blazing eyes meeting those of his omega and Kageyama breaks away with a whine, giving up first.
“Don’t tear my pants,” He mumbles. His eyes have fluttered shut and his hips keep moving against Tsukishima’s. “Don’t want to go back naked.”
The sheer insinuation that his omega might be seen naked by others when they go back is enough to set him off entirely. It kills the last bit of rationality that was still left of his mind and made him fall back on nothing but his instincts. Obsessive possessiveness taking over.
How could — the fact Kageyama would even say something like that… Tsukishima wants to scold him for it, wants to make him understand that he’d never let anything like this happen but he can’t form any words. His rut has him tight in its grip. All he can manage are a few, low growls.
Large hands splay across Kageyama’s sides, digging into his supple flesh as he bends down and licks broad stripes down his chest until he reaches his hips, leaving a trail of blooming bruises behind with sharp teeth. The omega is trembling underneath him, lips pressed into a thin line to stop most of the addicting sounds from spilling out.
It displeases him.
Tsukishima watches the omega closely as he hooks one finger into the hem of his pants, lowering it enough to expose sharp hipbones and trembling muscles under taut skin. The scent of pheromones and slick is almost suffocating the further he pulls his pants down, making Tsukishima almost delirious with desire.
The omega is holding his gaze but still refuses to let his lips part for what Tsukishima wants to hear the most.
He sinks his sharp teeth in Kageama’s flesh carefully, right where his hipbone pushes against his skin. The blood collecting on his tongue tastes sweet and he feels himself leak in his pants again. The pain shows on Kageyama’s face and the omega desperately covers it with his arms, throwing his head back as his hips buck up, unable to decide whether to pull away from the pain or push closer to it.
Tsukishima can’t have that.
He wants to hear his omega so desperately — it is a need at this point. If he doesn’t hear him soon he might go insane.
A little frustrated, he sits up again. First, he pushes his thumb against the fresh bite, smearing through the blood and he savors the small gasp of surprise and pain that manages to escape Kageyama’s lips. He might actually die.
Hah.
There’s something almost magical about the way his omega is looking up at him. Sweaty, black hair splayed around his head, his skin almost glowing against the dark forest ground. Pale moonlight catches in his blue eyes, red dusts over his cheeks and his heaving chest. Marks trail down his body where Tsukishima dragged his teeth and claws against his soft skin and he’s so pliant beneath him, ready to take whatever Tsukishima is willing to give him.
It’s almost too much for him to handle.
Slowly, Tsukishima drags his other hand up the omega’s stomach, pressing into trembling muscles and pausing slightly at perky nipples. He never looks away from Kageyama’s eyes, seeing the fire, the determination in them to keep quiet. Kageyama knows exactly what Tsukishima wants from him and he’s making him work for it. Because, of course, Kageyama would know. And of course, he would make another game out of it.
Annoyed, he clicks his tongue and lets his hand travel further. It comes to rest on the omega’s throat. He doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t even properly hold onto it but Kageyama still puts his head back even more, baring his throat as much as possible. He feels his trembling breath and pulse under his palm and Tsukishima gulps.
Something shifts inside of him and he’s tempted to do it, to squeeze, to cut off his air but he doesn’t.
It’s not what he came here for.
Kageyama doesn’t move, not a single twitch of muscle anywhere. He puts his life into the alpha’s hands as if it were the easiest thing in the world. He doesn’t struggle when Tsukishima slides his hand up until he reaches his jaw, tracing along the sharp bone before moving toward the omega’s mouth. His thumb pushes into his bottom lip, dragging it down, wanting to squeeze it between his teeth to force Kageyama’s mouth open.
For a second, Tsukishima looks away from Kageyama’s eyes and lets his gaze fall upon his mouth. As if he were waiting for it, Kageyama lets his tongue snake out from in between his lips, pressing it against Tsukishima’s thumb. Almost hypnotized by the motion, the alpha finds himself unable to look away.
That’s not something Kageyama doesn’t notice. Just as Tsukishima lets himself be distracted by his tongue, he lurches forward, teeth sinking into the alpha’s hand — not enough to cause serious injury but enough to sting, to startle him.
Heart hammering in his ears, the alpha glares down at the smirking omega. He let himself be played again. This is the third time he thought himself safe, thought of himself as the winner of this whole game — felt sure he had already caught his prey. But Kageyama is never going to stop challenging him. One second he might be lying pliant underneath him, and the next he will fight again.
Just like everything between them, this is just another constant push and pull.
Tsukishima uses the momentum Kageyama got from trying to push out from underneath him while he was focused on his bitten hand to turn him over instead. He grabs his shoulder and hair, forcing him down onto the ground, pushing the right side of his face into the moss as he cages him in with his legs. Unable to resist, he can’t help but press his hips into the large wetness soaking the back of Kageyama’s pants but it doesn’t take any of the edge off. One hand stays in the omega’s hair, holding on tight while he plants the other right next to his face, feeling his hot, panting breath on his skin.
Blood runs from the fresh wound, soaking the ground below.
“Stay… down,” Tsukishima manages to get out but his voice sounds more like a threatening growl than anything else.
The omega beneath him tenses at his change in pheromones but doesn’t give up.
“Make me,” Kageyama bites back a little breathless. Still challenging him, still unwilling to relent and give in completely.
It’s just what they both want. What they need. This fight, this force — it’s the thrill, the primal urges deep inside of them that they need to satiate with this.
Instead of answering, Tsukishima just pushes himself down further on the omega, pushing his crotch right into the soft curves of Kageyama’s ass, lodging himself between it. Only separated by their thin pants both of them shudder and groan at the feeling. An almost guttural moan leaves Kageyama’s lips as he pushes up against him.
Finally — a satisfying sound from his omega.
It goes straight to his cock and he pauses for a moment, having to take a few deep breaths so he doesn’t come right here. His eyes snap open again when fingers loosely curl around the hand he still has pressed into the soft ground next to Kageyama’s face.
The omega is looking up at him from the corner of his eye, panting.
He moved his head closer, tongue lolling out of his mouth to lick at Tsukishima’s bloody fingers. His blue eyes flutter shut in pleasure as he relishes the taste of the blood. The alpha lets his hand be moved, fingers pushing into Kageyama’s searing mouth so he can suck on them properly. He moans around Tsukishima’s fingers, sucking eagerly while he grinds up against the alpha and then down against the ground to get himself closer to the edge.
For the moment, Tsukishima allows him to do what he wants, mesmerized by watching his fingers disappear between red, spit-slicked lips and the sensation of a hot tongue wrapping around them.
When the omega’s movements grow more and more frantic, his hips speeding up, Tsukishima has enough of this though.
He pulls his fingers out of Kageyama’s mouth, loving the way he whines at the loss of it, before he forces his head back with his other hand in his hair. Roughly, he pushes the omega’s undone pants down just right below the swell of his ass and shoves two of his spit-slicked fingers between his cheeks.
A high pitched moan rewards him as well as a full body shiver as he runs his fingers through thick, wet slick before they catch on the rim of Kageyama’s trembling hole. They slip inside easily, the omega already soft and pliant — ready for him. Still, Tsukishima enjoys the quiet whimpers as he presses deep, curling his fingers and imagining himself buried deep in the velvet heat.
“Please…” Kageyama begs between broken moans, his eyes are glassy, hazy with his heat. “Come on… do it… please — just do it…”
A guttural growl releases from Tsukishima’s throat. It’s all he can do at the moment — as if he entirely forgot how to use his words. Not that he cares about that right now. Usually, he despises this animalistic side of himself but now he’s completely indulging it.
It’s all instincts driving him forward. His need to claim, to mate. He doesn’t even really understand what Kageyama is saying to him but the sound of his voice is enough to drive him insane. The omega probably feels the same, swept up by his heat and their suffocating pheromones that he’s completely unaware of what he’s even saying, what he’s begging for.
“Fill me up…” Kageyama almost sobs desperately, “Put it in…”
When Tsukishima pulls his fingers out they’re wet, glistening with slick. He doesn’t hesitate to put them straight into his mouth, groaning at the heavenly taste. More, more his instincts yell at him. He wants to drown in it.
His hands close around Kageyama’s narrow hips, pulling him up before he buries his face between his cheeks. It’s addictive. The taste, the scent — it gets him high while Kageyama’s moaning and begging echoes in his ears, only turning him on further. He wishes he could do this until his omega was a crying mess beneath him but he’s reached his limit as well.
He’s sick and tired of this game by now — and judging by the way Kageyama is not just asking everything of him but also giving himself up entirely to his alpha, he seems to feel the same way. They’re both strung so high, yearning for the finale. Wanting to taste victory together.
The deeper Tsukishima probes with his tongue, the sweeter Kageyama tastes. Desperate, he only manages to barely push his pants down his hips. Just enough so he can finally wrap a hand around himself, squeezing tight and stroking in short, quick bursts to take the edge off.
It’s not enough.
Nowhere near enough.
His mind has melted away entirely. Not a single thought remains. His head is only filled with the delicious scent of his omega.
Claim, claim, claim, it chants inside of his head.
When he pulls away, lips and face covered in honey-thick slick, Tsukishima gasps for air though he would have probably not minded dying with the taste of Kageyama on his tongue. His wild, delirious eyes meet blazing blue ones that reflect the same emotions as him, the same desperation — a single breath leaves Kageyama’s red-bitten lips.
”Please —”
There’s not a hint of hesitation as Tsukishima snaps his hips forward, burying himself deep inside the heat of his omega in one swift motion.
The sudden onslaught of pleasure makes his vision blur. Every cell of his body vibrates in ecstasy as he feels his animalistic instincts dangerously close to taking over entirely. Kageyama is squeezing so tightly around him, the heat of his hole, and the wetness inside more than enough to steal the air straight out of Tsukishima’s lungs.
From somewhere far away, the echo of his omega’s moans ring in his ears. He’s crying out in pleasure, his entire body tense before he trembles uncontrollably. Tsukishima sinks his fingers deeper into the flesh of his hips, sharp nails breaking through bruised skin.
The sharp pain makes Kageyama lose his breath.
In fascination, Tsukishima can only watch as his omega comes undone below him before they’ve even begun. His body twitches violently before his muscles give up. Sweaty black hair clings to his face, tear-stricken cheeks and saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth as he pants into the soft moss below, hips twitching helplessly while he comes. Slick gushes from his insides and Tsukishima burns the sight of Kageyama’s hole stretching around his cock, trying to coax him back inside as he slowly pulls out, into his memory forever.
He moves his hands slightly, grabbing Kageyama’s cheeks to spread them apart so he can see even better. Only his tip remains inside. The omega is whining quietly, still trembling from his first orgasm when Tsukishima slams his hips forward again. Burying into his wet hole to the hilt.
Kageyama melts under him, crying out in a voice so beautiful, it keeps echoing in Tsukishima’s mind.
Again, his hands settle onto Kageyama’s bruised hips. The shape of his fingers and palms are already blooming in dark colors on his skin and he hopes the marks will stay for a while. Over and over, he thrusts into Kageyama’s hole as hard as he can, delighted by the sounds of his omega choking on his own moans and whines, only interrupted by high-pitched words of praise, urging him on to fuck him harder, deeper.
It doesn’t even really register in his mind but that’s okay. He doesn’t need words to understand what his omega wants. The thickening scent of his pheromones is more than enough.
It feels so good.
Better than anything he’s ever felt before.
It’s as if the tight heat of Kageyama satiates a deep yearning inside of him, something he’s never even noticed was missing until a moment ago.
Everything is burning. His nerves are on fire, his lungs are on fire — his entire body is on fire. He’s filled to the brim with desire, unable to stop his hips from moving but it’s not enough. It’s still not enough.
Closer.
He needs to be closer to Kageyama. He needs more. He needs all of him, every last bit — his skin, his flesh, his scent, even his last breath. All of it belongs to him. He needs to consume his omega. Every last piece of him.
Taking advantage of Kageyama’s weakened state after the omega comes yet again, crying out because he’s teetering on the thin edge between pleasure and pain, Tsukishima presses down on him with his entire weight. He rips his shirt off entirely, needing to feel their skin melting together. Kageyama moves pliant underneath him, melting into the soft moss as Tsukishima cages him in with his body.
And it’s such an addicting feeling.
Between the two, even if Tsukishima is taller, people will always assume Kageyama to be the stronger one before learning of their secondary gender. Having the omega beneath him like this, willingly submitting, turns Tsukishima on so much that he feels himself starting to grow frantic, a strange, but not unfamiliar tingle spreading through the base of his cock.
Once Kageyama is entirely flat against the ground, their skin sticking together from the sweat and slick, Tsukishima forces one arm beneath the omega’s throat. He holds on tight, feeling Kageyama’s racing pulse against his skin as he forces his head up a little. Just enough for him to bury his face against his neck. The omega is gasping for air, not deprived of it but it’s less than before. His hole tightens around Tsukishima and the tingling intensifies.
It’s about to happen.
He wraps his other arm around Kageyama’s head tightly, keeping him securely in place as his thrusts fall out of rhythm, chasing his own high.
He licks and nips at the delicious skin of his neck, biting softly but never enough to mark — never enough to satisfy himself or his omega.
Kageyama’s trembling hands are holding onto his arms, sharp nails digging into his skin, pulling him even closer as he pushes his own hips up against him and down against the ground for friction against his aching, leaking cock.
Lost in pleasure, Tsukishima angles their heads so their lips can slot together but their kisses are messy. A mix of saliva as they lick into each other’s mouths, sucking on each other’s tongues. Kageyama tastes salty. He’s properly crying now, tears streaming down his face and yet he continues pushing closer and closer to Tsukishima, begging for more and more as if he wants to be devoured just as much as Tsukishima wants to devour him. He licks the salty tears off his skin before pushing his tongue back into the omega’s mouth.
Their bodies have melted together so much that Tsukishima can not tell where he ends and where Kageyama begins. They’ve truly become one. Kageyama has come many times by now. There’s probably nothing left inside of him to give and yet he never asks to stop, never asks to slow down. No, he keeps urging Tsukishima on as if he can not wait to be filled up inside.
It drives the alpha insane.
It’s not just about reaching his own climax anymore, he wants to fill Kageyama up with his cum. Wants it to drip out of him, to make him remember who filled him up, who he belongs to — and who belongs to him.
“Still —” Tsukishima growls right into Kageyama’s mouth, tongue lapping at his tears again. “Still good?”
Kageyama keeps crying. His voice is rough when he frantically yells out, head bobbing up and down. “Yes,” He cries desperately, “Please do it — just do it already. Fill me up.”
The tingling feels more like a burning now. Kageyama chokes, his whole body going still as the base of Tsukishima’s cock starts swelling. Only a few more times. Tsukishima doesn’t let up, keeps thrusting until he can barely squeeze inside fully anymore. Kageyama is trembling, babbling nonsense under him as he finally slams inside for the last time, his knot getting enveloped by Kageyama’s greedy hole.
Just as his seed spills inside the omega, Tsukishima sinks his fangs deep into the soft skin of his neck. His ears ring, barely able to hear the loud moans of Kageyama. Ecstasy floods through his veins and his body feels as though he’s dying and instantly born again. Every part of him burns hotter and brighter than ever before as he devours his omega. The blood on his tongue tastes just as addicting as the omega’s slick. Greedily, Tsukishima bites down harder, blood spilling down his chin but he doesn’t care.
Everything, every little thing about Kageyama tastes amazing. If he were able to, he would truly eat him whole.
For a long time, Tsukishima keeps pushing his fangs deep into the mating bite to coax out more and more blood before eventually letting go. His arms around Kageyama relax as they both collapse boneless against the soft ground. The cold air of the night is still heated up by their burning bodies, the scent of their pheromones and the omega’s slick hangs heavily around them like a thick cloud.
Tsukishima calms quicker than Kageyama. His breathing evens out as his heartrate starts to slow down slightly. His arms are wrapped around the omega’s upper body, pulling him tight against his chest as he keeps nosing his neck, seeking out his addicting scent.
There’s this immense feeling of protection in his chest. As if he’d never be able to let the omega out of his sight again. Hell, not even far enough away to lose touch.
They’re still tightly locked together, Tsukishima’s knot not showing any sign of shrinking any time soon.
The satisfied scent of his omega makes him almost purr as he presses closer and closer, seeking out his warmth, his presence even more than before. If he weren’t still so high on their pheromones he might have been embarrassed by how clingy he’s acting but right now he’s not even wasting a thought on something like that.
His entire attention is on his omega. His perfect omega — who now belongs to him forever.
Proudly, he licks a broad stripe across the probably painfully throbbing bite at the back of Kageyama’s neck. It’s smeared with blood, the deep indents of Tsukishima’s teeth as if his flesh got mangled by a wild animal. But as soon as the alpha’s tongue runs along the fresh wound, Kageyama whines softly in pleasure.
At some point, the omega stops trembling. His breathing becomes easier, slower as well and eventually, he starts to shift uncomfortably. Tsukishima gives him a bit of space, as much as he can while they’re still locked together by their hips.
Carefully, Kageyama reaches one weak arm up, fingers gingerly feeling around the edge of his fresh bite.
“You alright?” Tsukishima asks, surprised by how rough his own voice sounds.
“Mhmm,” Kageyama hums somewhere deep in his chest. The sound almost a purr. Gently, Tsukishima leaves a lingering kiss on top of the omega’s knuckles.
“How…” The omega cranes his neck around, meeting Tsukishima’s still glowing golden eyes. His face heats up instantly, gaze cast down as he mumbles the rest of his question almost a bit shyly. It almost makes Tsukishima want to go again if he weren’t already knotting his omega. “How long will it take for this — to go down again?”
Tsukishima chokes on his spit at the sudden question, chuckling awkwardly. “I don’t know,” He says, getting slightly embarrassed as well, “I’ve never done it with anyone before.”
“But this is not the first time you popped a knot, right?”
“Of course not. I’ve been through ruts before.” Tsukishima hides his burning face against Kageyama’s back, his arms tightening around him. His hips shift a bit involuntarily, drawing a sharp gasp from the omega’s mouth.
“It’s different though,” He continues, “I rarely knot alone and even then, it’s different with my hand — it’s not even comparable to being inside of you.”
Kageyama just hums once more but he leans closer to his chest again. His dark hair tickles Tsukishima’s nose. Gently, he draws small patterns across Kageyama’s front as they bask in the warm silence wrapping around them like a blanket.
Finally, after what feels like forever, Tsukishima’s knot starts to go down slowly. By now, he’s feeling a bit icky as all the sweat, slick, and cum dries on his skin but he also doesn’t want to let Kageyama go yet. As the omega is able to slide himself off his cock, Tsukishima is grabbing onto his ass almost on instinct, spreading it apart slightly to see what he’s only imagined in his rut fueled mind.
Kageyama yelps, trying to slap his hands away as Tsukishima watches in fascination how his cum slowly drips from Kageyama’s puffy, red hole.
“I didn’t know you were such a pervert,” The omega teases, glancing over his shoulder. The moonlight reflects in his deep blue eyes and Tsukishima gets lost in them for a moment before his words register properly.
“I — what?” He splutters a bit belated.
“You’re watching your cum drip out of me,” Kageyama deadpans, “And you literally licked my armpits earlier. You’re such a pervert.”
Tsukishima can feel his cheeks heat up with fire as redness bleeds down even toward his chest. He struggles with his words a bit, speechless for a moment while Kageyama tries not to laugh. “Wha— You liked it,” He eventually accuses the omega, shaking his shoulders slightly, “That makes you as much of a pervert as me!”
And Kageyama just laughs. The sound is like music but right now, it makes Tsukishima only more and more embarrassed as he thinks back on all of the stuff he did to the omega while his mind was deeply gone in the rut. He’s still trying to defend himself when Kageyama grabs him by the hair, pulling his head to the side before sinking his teeth into his neck.
A pained gasp falls from Tsukishima’s lips and his spent cock gives a small, interested twitch.
Kageyama pulls away again, eyes burning as he looks at his creation. Blood clings to his lips and chin, tongue snaking out to catch a few stray droplets. Tsukishima gulps. His neck is throbbing but it’s a welcome pain.
Omega’s usually don’t claim. Their scent is what makes others understand an alpha is taken. They are the ones being bitten, not the ones biting. In old traditions, alpha’s who let themselves be claimed, be bitten by an omega, are seen as weak and yet, Tsukishima feels his skin grow hotter again with desire as the pain continues to throb.
How could anyone think of this as weakness?
A rush of euphoria runs through his veins and he quickly pulls Kageyama close, greedily licking his own blood off the omega’s skin and mouth, pushing his tongue deep inside to taste both of their blood being mixed together.
“You’re never getting rid of me,” Kageyama breathes into the deep kiss, making Tsukishima chuckle.
“As if I’d ever want that,” He says, “Idiot.”
Kageyama playfully nips at his lip before sitting back. A string of spit connects them and Tsukishima watches it until it falls apart.
Pale moonlight paints around Kageyama’s body, catching in his blue eyes and illuminating all the other marks Tsukishima left all over his body. He itches to leave even more. To make it impossible for anyone to not see that Kageyama belongs to someone. To him.
Kageyama looks up at the starry night sky and sighs. “I’m a little sad we don’t get to do this again next year,” He mumbles, index finger almost suggestively running across the back of Tsukishima’s hand.
He licks his dry lips. He knows what the omega means. It’s not about the mating in particular. The first time as well as the claim can never be repeated but that’s not what he’s talking about. It’s the thrill of the hunt. Tsukishima knows that must be it.
Because he feels the same way. Letting himself succumb to his wildest instincts was a kind of freedom he’s never felt before.
“Well,” He shifts closer, hand tightly grabbing onto Kageyama’s wrist, “We don’t particularly need the mating run. We can always play on our own, right?”
A smirk spreads across Kageyama’s lips. “Right.”