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Satoru Geto had been a handful ever since Suguru Geto knew him.

And even as adults, that remained true.

The man flirted with death with the frivolity of someone with nothing to lose.

This was no exception.

“This isn’t right, it’s not even legal for gods' sake.” Suguru hissed, his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall of medical.

Shoko’s shoulders were tense, even her usual clean beta scent smelled sour as she filled a few medicine bottles, labeling each of them. 

Yaga pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation, “You know we operate outside the law, even with this. There’s not much I can do about it, especially since he agreed.” 

The 'he' that Yaga was referring to was currently swinging his legs on the doctor’s table, watching them argue like it was daytime television. 

“Yep,” Gojo replied, popping the p obnoxiously and leaning back slightly to flex his muscles, as if trying to prove he was in perfect fighting shape.

Suguru stared at him incredulously. “You’re nearly in heat, there's no way you should be out there.” 

Shoko pulled Satoru’s shirt down, placing a scent blocker against his neck.

The area was already swollen and red; the pill she had given Geto over an hour ago had already taken effect and blocked all scents – including the heavy ones of Satoru’s heat cycle.

The strongest sorcerer in the world being an omega wasn’t something the jujutsu world was ready for, not with its archaic stereotypes on secondary genders.

In fact, the only ones who know are the Gojo clan (for obvious reasons), Yaga (once again), unfortunately, the Higher Ups, and Shoko and himself.

After they graduated, Gojo and Geto got an apartment together and decided to stay near the school, as Gojo was still contemplating teaching.

It shook Geto to his core to learn about Gojo’s secondary gender when they both presented; Satoru’s triggering Suguru’s own rut not long after they turned eighteen.

He was promptly whisked away to the Gojo clan. It was over two weeks before he came back with a haunted look in his eyes, a black eye, and split knuckles.

He didn’t come out of his room for days, even at Shoko and Suguru’s constant barrage.

Despite being an alpha and omega, it did nothing to their friendship. Shoko had come up with grade A scent blockers that Suguru had on hand if needed.

But he had studied meditation as part of an enlightened alpha program shortly after he presented, so his baser instincts would never make his best friend uncomfortable.

There was only one time that the omega forgot to refill his suppressants after a lengthy few weeks of back-to-back missions; thankfully, Shoko whisked him away to lay low at her house.

And now the higher-ups were ordering him on a mission, a city away; grade A curse in a small village.

It couldn’t apparently wait until after Satoru’s cycle, and they had specifically requested the omega. 

“Here, don’t take them all at once, but it should help stave it off, or at least help your symptoms.” Shoko pushed a bag of pills into Satoru’s hands, looking pointedly at Suguru. “And remember what I told you last time.”

Satoru rolled his eyes, “I have at least 24 hours.”

Shoko shot him a glare, “Yeah, I would say you do if you haven’t been on such heavy suppressants that have probably fucked up your entire system.”

The sorcerer looked like he was going to argue until Suguru held up his hand, stating, “Then I’m going too.” And pushed away from the wall and uncrossed his arms. “He’s not going out there without backup.”

Satoru winked, kicking his legs a bit harder, “Aw, Sugie, I didn’t know you cared!” Geto went to shove the white haired omega, but Infinity was up, and all it did was make the sorcerer giggle at the attempt. 

“You weren’t requested,” Yaga reminded him, but sounded a bit relieved at the idea. Suguru shrugged and took the medication from the table, wrapped in a plastic bag. 

“Keep an eye on his temperature; his cursed energy tends to get unstable around this time. There’s information on all the medications if he needs it.”

The doctor reminded, locking eyes with him briefly. She didn’t look any more pleased than he was. 

“He is sitting right here.” Satoru reminded brightly, but with an edge as he jumped off the table. “Alrighty, let’s go!” 

They were halfway out the door when he saw Satoru pop the entire bag of pills into his mouth and swallow them dry.

Suguru immediately grabbed his forearm, “Didn’t Shoko say not to take them all?”

Blinking, Satoru shrugged, a mischievous grin on his face. “Did she? Huh, don’t recall. Okay, so manta raw right?!”

Satoru disappeared down the hall, Suguru beginning to follow me, but a tight grip on his elbow stopped him short. 

“Geto, I need you in my corner on this.” She whispered, releasing him as soon as he paused.

The doctor looked worn out, a deep line appearing between her eyebrows.

“He cannot keep going like this. I know he’s using RCT almost constantly, and while he has it down for Infinity, I don’t love what I’m seeing in my blood screenings. At least whenever I can get samples. Fucker is quick.”

Suguru crossed his arms. He didn’t love talking about the other sorcerer behind his back, but something in Shoko’s eyes told him it was important. “Do you mean his upcoming heat?”

All but collapsing into a metal chair, Shoko leaned over and grabbed a file with Satoru’s name stamped on it.

“Listen, after everything that happened with his first heat and the kind of suppressants he’s on, none of his breakthrough heats are good. In fact, every time it happens, I’m worried that he’ll actually explode. His cursed energy is off the charts, and so are his pheromone levels.”

Sugur stole a glance at the paperwork, filled with numbers and graphs that he couldn’t understand, but the red colors dotting some of the linear tables spoke for themselves.

“What do you want me to do about it?” 

Shoko sighed deeply, “Do I have to spell it out for you?”

Suguru stayed silent, daring her to say what was undoubtedly on the tip of her tongue.

She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue, “You’re an alpha. He’s an omega. Talk to him. Because he might be the strongest sorcerer, but he’s still an omega biologically. He needs help, Suguru.”

Shoko was not one for random acts of kindness or fleeting vows of affection; she was more than a little concerned about the Gojo heir. Enough to involve Geto. 

He nodded. “I’ll talk to him after the mission.”

Shoko’s shoulders relaxed slightly as she sat back, “Thank you. I think he might receive it better if it comes from you.”

“Why is that?”

Shoko snorted, slipping a cigarette out of her front pocket and placing it between her lips. “If you don’t know, you’re just as stupid as Satoru.” 

_____________________________________

The mission started fine. And ended semi-fine–well for them.

The curse was strong, but they were stronger.

It wasn’t until near the very end that one of the purple curses many arms actually seemed to make contact with Satoru.

Geto watched in horror as the other sorcerer was thrown against a wall, his body making a deep crater into the stones and bricks.

Even when he popped back up like nothing happened, but Suguru could see the specks of blood dotting the back of his hairline. His Infinity had faltered. 

Shoko was right. And it was worse than even she knew if his cursed energy was this unstable.

He swallowed back his fear and kept on the defensive, and before long, Satoru split the disgusting curse in half, leaving the mewling bits to Suguru to decide what to do with. 

Suguru ended up absorbing the curse, interested in the energy, and needed a new one in his arsenal after the incident with Toji, even if it was years ago now.

He didn't go on as many missions anymore. Instead staying at the school to teach. Suguru had gotten dangerously close to breaking apart after the Tengen incident.

And ever since then Satoru kept him close. He never went on missions alone anymore.

It was when Suguru finished dry heaving in the tree line after swallowing the curse that he noticed Satoru still sitting down against the wall of the old building.

He couldn’t see his eyes; the thick white bandage prevented that, but he noticed immediately how sweat was rolling off his skin.

His mouth was slightly open, like he was panting. 

“Satoru?” He whispered, his voice slightly hoarse after nearly puking up his guts. But the white haired sorcerer didn’t answer him, just kept clenching and unclenching his fists. “Can you hear me?”

“Hmm?” Finally turning his head towards him, Satoru seemed to force a wide smile as he stood, but immediately placed his arm around his middle.

Satoru narrowed his eyebrows, his gaze immediately watching the motion. “Did you get hit?”

Satoru scoffed and went to walk past him, “Naw, of course, not. Strongest remember?” He barely finished the sentence when he collapsed against a piece of the broken building with a sharp gasp. "Shit."

Swearing, Suguru went to grab him only to be met with Infinity separating them; that was good, that meant he wasn’t too far gone.

“I fucking knew it. How close are you actually to your heat?”

The omega's eyebrows raised, like he was rolling his eyes underneath the bandages.

"Stop being such a worry–"

"Satoru!"

The other man had the foresight to actually look shameful as he whispered, “It should be day one now.”

“Satoru! Dammit, this isn’t something to play with!” Immediately after the sharp remark left his lips, he regretted it.

Face already flushed, Satoru stood up, jaw tight as he swallowed hard. 

“Don’t fucking yell at me, Suguru, I know it isn’t!” For a moment, Suguru was scared he was about to get punched, but Satoru simply balled his fist and hit the piece of concrete he had just been leaning on; fragments of dust and rock rained over them as he stumbled to the ground. “I just hate it, okay? I really, really hate it.”

He was panting now, on his knees on the ground, looking smaller than Saguru had ever seen him before. 

His insides twisted; he’d never seen the other sorcerer like this before.

He was trembling, his arms wrapped around his middle as another intense cramp wracked through him.

It was then that Suguru reeled back; fuck, he could smell him.

And he smelled delicious. Like cinnamon and frosting.

He bit his lip before taking a step back and asking, “Can you check your scent blocker?” 

Immediately, Satoru grasped his shoulder, pushing his hand into the thick material of his uniform.

“No no no no no.” He chanted before looking around as if it could just be slapped back on. It must have been dislodged in the fight; it had taken longer than either had expected, even with Suguru’s help. 

“Calm down, let’s check the bag, I’m sure there’s more.” Just to be safe, he took another step back, already feeling his heart speeding up at the proximity of the omega.

Suguru remembered his teaching and immediately emptied his thoughts to only think about Satoru and his needs. Not his own. Breathe. 

In and out.

Just…not too deeply. 

“Ah, found one!” He tossed it to his friend, who could barely unwrap the item with the force of his trembling. “Do you need hel–”

“No!” Snapped Satoru, his teeth nearly bared as he regarded him. “Just…just stay back, okay?”

Suguru nodded as Satoru’s sweet scent turned sickly sour with fear.

He never wanted to smell that again.

The alpha held up his hands and took another step back as he finally placed the adhesive over his gland. “I won’t come near you, I promise.”

“Yeah. I know, I know.” Sniffed Gojo, his shoulders slumped. “I’m not going to make it on the train.”

As soon as the sentence left his lips, his body curled inwards as he stifled a groan.

It took everything in Suguru not to go to him; he wasn’t used to seeing him like this.

Helpless. In pain.

And he smelled so good. He always had a lingering scent of cinnamon, but during his heat?

Fuck, it was intoxicating.

And it wasn’t just his scent; it was the fact that Suguru Geto had been in love with Satoru Gojo since they met at Jujutsu High.

The only one who knew was Shoko, after he got way too drunk and had to sleep on her couch because he was sobbing over how much he loved the other sorcerer.

But they both knew how Gojo felt about Alphas. About secondary genders in general.

He hated it; hated the feeling of being seen as “lesser than.”

Suguru knew that he’d never had a heat partner, how worried Shoko had been at the fact that he practically snorted suppressants like candy despite knowing the side effects.

And he was pretty sure he was seeing those side effects in action right now. 

“How long has it been? Since you actually experienced a heat?”

The pheromones rolling off the Gojo clan heir were nearly visible with how strong they were, and Geto once again thanked their lucky stars that they were far enough away from civilization that no one else should stumble upon them.

The night was cool, and there was a breeze; there would have been no way to keep Gojo’s scent away when it was soaking through the medical-grade scent blockers.

Satoru whimpered, nearly doubled over by the pain as another wave of pain wracked his body.

“Two years.” He gasped out, forehead nearly to the ground as he panted.

Suguru froze, blood draining from his face as he looked through the bag Shoko had given him. “What?”

“You fuckin’ heard me.” Satoru was panting now, pulling off his uniform top and tossing it away, revealing his sweat-soaked compression shirt. “I’m fucked. I’m fucked.”

Suguru nearly cried with relief when he found the pheromone blockers that Shoko blessedly remembered.

He could take any more for a while after this, but they lasted at least an hour.

Dry swallowing it, he tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for it to kick in.

It took a few minutes as the fast acting pill absorbed into his bloodstream.

As soon as the thick scent seemed to dissipate, Suguru finally took a deep breath without feeling dizzy.

“Satoru, I’m going to come closer, alright?” He took one step before Satoru was shaking his head back and forth, already ripping through the white shirt as he struggled to regulate his body heat. “I’m just going to help, I promise.”

“I don’t want an alpha's help!” 

That made Suguru pause, and he hated how the hurt washed over him, even though he knew deep down Satoru didn’t think of him like that.

Never just an alpha. Right?

“Not like that. I'm sorry. I just took the pheromone blockers. I have my whits about me, I promise.”

He held his hands up as he ventured a little closer, holding up the bag of medication like a peace offering. 

The omega looked at the bag, a deep line carved between his eyebrows as relaxed back into a crouch.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” Breathed Satoru, still kneeling on the dirty ground with fists clenched. 

“Don’t apologize, it’s alright.” Suguru was kneeling now, rifling through the bag of medication before finding one that said, “Last Resort” and read the note pushed into the orange container next to the small pill.

“If heat begins, I already told Satoru there are no more suppressants that will work until he goes through at least two full heats. This will stabilize him so he can get affairs in order.”

God dammit. 

Quickly looking around at the desolation around them Suguru opened his phone and began to type.

Even out here there had to be heat hotels.

Safe, confidential, sound proof and with properly ventilated rooms that no one would come trying to break down the door to get to the omega. 

“Here, take this.” Suguru shoved the pill at Satoru who took it without complaint, his face flushed yet he looked even paler than usual.

There was barely any service and he took everything for Suguru not to fling the phone across the broken parking lot before it finally showed a result; it was thirty miles away.

He could fly them there.

Suguru sent off a quick text. 

suguru: sos. Taking gojo to heat hotel. It’s bad

shoko: fuck

shoko: call me when you land.

Suguru stood calling the manta ray before hoisting his friend up under the arms. Satoru groaned, leaning on him as his knees nearly buckled. 

“Upsy daisy, we’re going on a little ride.” 

“I’m going to throw up,” Satoru moaned as they settled atop the cursed object.

Sitting Gojo in front of him and wrapping his arms around him, he was never more glad for the scent suppressant pills.

He just hoped they would hold up. 

“Deep breaths Satoru, I got you.”

They were in the air before the sorcerer could protest, laying his head back against Geto’s shoulder as he breathed heavily.

“What’s gonna happen?”

“We’ll talk about it at the hotel.” Suguru deadpanned, his gaze fixed on the ground as he followed his phones gps.

Anxiety rolled through him as all of the possibilities laid themselves bare in his mind.

And none of them were good for the Gojo heir.

Satoru immediately went rigid in his arms, Suguru could feel his heart quickening as he pressed against him. 

“Please, don’t call anyone. Promise me.” He panted, suddenly grabbing the arm keeping him locked in place. “No higher ups, no alphas. Fucking promise me.”

Suguru was silent for a moment and he would have given anything, anything for him to have stood up to the Higher ups.

To say no, that Satoru would be in no condition to fight.

That he was a fucking person. Not a machine. 

“Shoko told you what would happen, we both told you couldn’t just keep taking those things like you were.”

He felt Satoru go limp in his arms and Sugugu pressed him tighter to his chest to keep him upright. 

Suguru screwed his eyes shut as he felt the omega shudder against him.

“I wouldn’t call anyone.” He swallowed, his chest constricting at the thought of anyone other than him touching Satoru like that. Seeing him vulnerable. “We’ll talk to Shoko as soon as we land.”

“Okay.” Satoru whispered, unusually resigned. Suguru thought that was the most alarming thing that had happened yet. 

___________________________________

The beta at the front desk had looked mildly alarmed with Suguru appeared with a sweat drenched, shirtless Satoru.

The omega hanging onto his shoulder as Suguru politely requesting the largest room.

He put it on Jujutsu high’s credit card. 

By the time they got inside the large space he could already tell that the scent blocker was wearing off, as was his pheromone pill he had swallowed nearly an hour ago. Fuck.

Depositing Satoru on the large, plush bed he immediately called Shoko as the tall man curled into a ball.

She picked up on the first ring. 

“How bad?”

“The worst it can be. I sent you our location. It’s barely started and he can barely stand.”

“Fuck. Fuck! I told him so many times, so many goddamn times that he couldn’t push it like he was. That RTC could only handle so much.”

“What do I do?”

There was a deep, heavy sigh on the other end. “Put him on the phone.”

Satoru was silent as he took the phone.

The alpha watched as deep lines carved themselves into Satoru’s forehead as he listened to whatever Shoko was saying.

The bob of his Adam’s apple and shaking fists didn’t look promising.

Silently, he passed the phone back to Suguru, not even looking in his direction. 

“Hello?”

“Do I need to call Kento?” A pause. “He’s not going to be super excited but he’ll do it.”

Suguru felt sick; Nanami was the only other Alpha that Gojo was okay to be around.

He swallowed hard feeling the nausea bubbling up within in, not unlike the feeling when he swallowed a curse.

The thought of someone helping Gojo through this like it was a chore?

Like he wasn’t the strongest, most capable person that deserved to for once, just fucking once get taken care of?

To be touched with love and compassion instead of like a task that needed to be handled?

A warhead that needed to be maintained?

Suguru choked on his response knowing it wasn’t his choice to make. “Is that was Satoru wants?”

Shoko scoffed, “No, I don’t think he wants to deal with this at all. But it’s you and Kento on his call sheet.” Hope bubbled in his chest.

He was on his list of safe alpha’s?

“He won’t take anyone else. I think he would rather just die from the heat than let a stranger in.”

They both knew why.

It took months for Satoru to confess that the Gojo clan, upon hearing of his designation, appointed a strong alpha male from amongst them to bite him.

Claim him.

To make sure he couldn’t be used against them.

How they waited until he was so out of his mind with his first heat, shrouding him in energy nullifying charms that the alpha had nearly succeeded, knowing that his Infinity wouldn’t be able to stay up consistently at that point.

He remembered the stiff smile on Satoru’s lips as he recalled the way the alpha had screamed when he ripped the hand clean off that had held him down.

Suguru was murderous and Shoko looked like she was going to be sick; despite the fact that she was the one that placed the twelve stitches from the bite mark that was far too close to his gland.

An inch over?

He would’ve been at the Gojo clans beck and call, a slave to some alpha fuck who thought it was fine to mark an unwilling omega in heat. 

“Don’t call Kento. I have him. If he’ll have me.”

Shoko sighed in relief, “You going to tell him?”

He knew she didn’t mean just about helping him through the heat. “Probably should. Be pretty shitty if I didn’t.”

“Good call. You’re a good alpha, Suguru.” 

“Mhmm. Keep your ringtone on in case we need you.”

“Suguru–” Shoko paused, sounding reluctant to say the next words. “He will need this. It will help his pheromones, one knot should at least stabilize him and twice or more you can bring him back to your apartment. I’ll meet you there. But if he refuses–” They both knew that neither of them would force him, even to save his life.

Not that they could, omega or not Satoru Gojo was the strongest sorcerer there was. But right now, he needed him.

He just hoped to the whatever gods he would let them.

Suguru turned his attention to the omega who was breathing heavily, squeezing his legs together. He hung up the phone.

Satoru had pushed off his bandage over his eyes, the cloth wet with sweat and tears.

He was staring listlessly at the wall.

Suguru knelt down in front of him, close enough where he knew his comforting alpha pheromones would reach the omega, but far enough away that Satoru wouldn’t feel trapped. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Breathed Satoru, his emotionless eyes finally coming to settle on his best friend. “Is Kento coming?” 

Suguru felt his alpha flare underneath his skin but he pressed him back, making sure all he was emitting was comforting scents.

“If you want Nanami I’ll get him as fast as I can.”

Satoru opened his mouth and then closed it, he pressed his eyes shut.

Suguru tried to ignore the way the omega’s chin trembled. 

“Or.”

Blue eyes met his. Hopeful. Terrified. 

“Or I could help you. Because I want to. Because I’m your best friend and–” Fuck this is not how he wanted to do this.

While the omega was in the throws of heat and in some fucking heat hotel?

But Gojo’s eyes were clear and this might be the last shot to do this right.

Satoru was watching him like a hawk, his fingers digging into the bedding. 

“And what, Suguru?”

Letting out a breath, Suguru did the only noble thing he could do. Lay it all out for him and let him make the choice.

No matter what, it was never Suguru’s to make and he would never be an alpha that took anything from Satoru Gojo. 

“And I’ve loved you since we first met. Before the fucking pheromones and designations. You get to choose. I never, ever wanted to tell you this way Satoru, I swear it. I knew how you felt about alpha’s and I never wanted to wreck our friendship.”

He was spilling his guts now, knowing that no matter what their relationship would be irrevocably changed after this.

And that hurt more than anything, more than the omega rejecting him.

Because how could he live without his other half?

The omega in question rose up on his elbows, still flushed and the tell tale signs of the fever returning as sweat doted his brow.

“This isn’t just the pheromones talking is it?”

Suguru quickly dug out the pill bottle, showing it to him.

One pill left, with Suguru’s name typed across orange bottle.

“They’re still in my system. I can’t smell you. I promise.” 

The taller man leaned back, hand coming up to cover the scent blocker over his gland. “You won’t bite me?”

Suguru was shaking his head before the words even left Gojo’s mouth.

“Never. Not unless you wanted me to. And not during a heat.” Biting an omega during a heat almost guaranteed the bite to take. A mating bond with no way out for the omega. “You’d call the shots.”

The silence was thick between them as Satoru watched Suguru with unblinking eyes. 

“Second day of school.”

Suguru’s head shot up at the sound of his voice, soft and pleading. “What?”

Satoru rolled his eyes as if summoning all of his bravado and shrugged, “Second day of class. You bought me a soda out of the machine, even though I knew you didn’t have shit for money. I think I had just told you I was head of the Gojo clan and you just…shrugged. Didn’t care. You never treated me like a weapon. You treated me like a person. Kinda fell in love with you that day.”

Suguru could feel his heart thundering in his chest, so loudly he was surprised the omega couldn’t hear it.

“When we presented, I was terrified. And then after…everything I didn’t know if I could. I didn’t want you to have some fucking broken omega who probably wouldn’t live to see thirty after all. Not with the plans everyone has for me.” Satoru finished, laying back like the declaration had taken something out of him to confess. 

Suguru’s heart broke.

Before he knew what he was doing, he gathered Satoru in his arms and held him.

Just held him against his chest and carding his hands through his sweat soaked hair.

“I’ll murder any fucking person who tries to hurt you again, Satoru. Not because I have to, god knows you’re more than capable. But just for the satisfaction. And you’re not broken. You’re the strongest man I know. Not omega. Not sorcerer. Just you.”

The taller man was curled into him, melting into his touch and Suguru was terrified to feel how hot he was becoming.

And what was worse?

The pheromone blockers were wearing off, the soft hints of cinnamon and sugar made his nose twitch and it took everything within him not to bury his face in Satoru’s hair.

Just to inhale him. 

"Will you let me help you, Satoru?"

A tense silence covered them only to be broken by a soft, clear

"Yea. You can help me."

Relief flooded the alpha as he let out the breath he had been holding.

The omega was covered in sweat and beginning to shiver, the fever only just beginning. 

“Shower first?” Suguru asked, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. “We can talk there. Get you ready and cooled down.”

Satoru nodded and allowed him to maneuver him toward the large, walk in shower.

Sitting Gojo on the closed toilet he turned it on lukewarm, just enough to cool him down but not shock his system. 

Taking off his shirt and pants, he watched Satoru’s blue eyes watching him, scanning every inch of bare skin that he bared.

“Shorts are staying on. No funny business.” 

Satoru nodded, not even bothering to quip anything back.

The omega bit his lip a bit as he stood, legs shaking.

They entered the shower together after Suguru gently rolled off the omegas gore and dirt covered pants, trying hard to breathe through his mouth as his scent was suffocating him.

Slick was already running down his legs, the underwear completely soaked at this point.

But he left them on, breaking that final barrier between them would be Satoru’s prerogative.

The omega sighed as the water poured over him and Surguru took his time lathering scentless soap on a rag and carefully rinsing the dirt and debris from him. 

“You’re doing so good.”

He hummed as he worked, working around the bandage on his neck that wasn’t doing much now but seemed like it brought the omega some comfort knowing it was there.

Satoru opened his mouth to say something, just to bite down hard on his hand, moaning into it as he bent over.

“Fuck, I'm okay, it’s okay.” It wasn’t okay, Suguru knew the cramps that came with heat could be brutal.

The act of opening the cervix to allow for breeding was so painful some omega’s had to be sedated. 

“Fuck, it’s almost time.”

Satoru turned quickly wrapping his arms around himself, whimpering as the water rained down on them.

It took only a moment for Suguru to drop the washcloth and pull him as close as possible, breathing in his scent while holding him up as another cramp wracked his body. 

“Would it help if I scented you?” Suguru asked, his voice wavering slightly as he attempted to stay clear headed as the omega’s scent became even stronger.

There was a nod, Satoru’s back still pressed against his chest, the heat radiating off of him in waves. 

Slowly and carefully the alpha rubbed his wrist over the sensitive glands at Satoru’s neck and wrists, carefully releasing some calming pheromones to ease the omega’s pains.

Satoru leaned back against him, his spine relaxing slightly.

Suguru took that time to reach over and pour some unscented hotel shampoo through the white hair, taking the omega’s weight as Satoru went slightly boneless at the attention.

 He tried not to focus on the way the cool water dipped and swirled over the peaks of his muscles.

Or the coarse white hair at the base of the V of his hips, that disappeared into his soaking wet boxers.

When was the last time Satoru Gojo had been touched this gently?

Suguru swallowed hard at the thought.

At the trust that he was giving him, Infinity off and his back to the alpha sorcerer.

It meant everything. 

It took only a minute for all of that to change; for Satoru’s knees to nearly give out as a particularly painful cramp washed over him.

Suguru gathered the white haired sorcerer in his arms, Satoru allowing himself to be all but carried out of the shower as his knees finally buckled.

“You’re alright, you’re okay.” Whispered Suguru; and he wasn’t quite sure who he was trying to reassure.

Satoru let out a pained, choked laugh. 

“Easy for you to say.”

The sweet coiling smell of Satoru’s heat was unfurling, breaking through the weakened scent blockers that he had ingested just over an hour ago.

Blue eyes watched him as he withdrew another pill from his pocket, shaking hand’s popping it into his mouth and dry swallowing quickly.

Suguru didn’t have the luxury of time, he would rather have the massive migraine that would accompany the overuse of the pills that move too quickly with Satoru or make him uncomfortable.

He’d rather die than have the omega regret this. 

“Suguru…” Satoru’s boxers were soaked not just from the shower but the slick running down his thighs.

It took everything in him to reign in from spreading his best friend’s legs open and tasting him right then and there.

Instead he swallowed, his throat dry like he had swallowed a thousand curses. 

“Stay here, just a moment. I’m going to get things ready alright?” Suguru stated calmly, feeling the edge of the Satoru’s scent beginning to dampened as the pills took hold of his senses.

It cleared his mind, allowing him to focus on the panting, sweating omega in front of him instead of his own want.

Suguru watched as Satoru pushed himself up against the headboard, pillows cushioning his head as he ran his hands through his wet white hair.

He took deep breaths, staring at the wall. Looking anywhere else except at Suguru. 

It twisted something within him.

He paused, kneeling down next to the bed eye level with the other sorcerer but giving him enough space so he didn’t feel crowded. 

“Satoru?” 

The omega groaned, closing his eyes and pressing the heels of his hands into them while he shook his head.

“I hate this. It’s too much. I can feel and see everything.” Suguru moved before he realized what he was doing, taking his shirt he had been wearing earlier and ripping it into long stripes.

The noise had Satoru peering over curiously, peeking out behind one hand as he watched him work.

“What are you doing?”

Suguru didn’t answer, rolling the now long strip of soft fabric around his hand and sitting next to him on the bed.

He watched as a flush was coaxed from the omega at the proximity, eyes narrowed as he regarded the cloth. 

“That’s not going to hold me down, Suguru.” He stated coldly, as if the very thought was offensive.

Suguru rolled his eyes and gestured for him to move his hands away. 

“It’s for your eyes. Your blindfold is disgusting right now, and this is thicker and has my scent on it.” He waited, hand offering the fabric to the omega who just blinked a few times before carefully taking the offering.

Satoru wrapped it around his eyes, two, then three then four times.

The frayed black fabric stark against his pale, rose flushed skin as he sighed in relief. 

“Better.” He whispered and Suguru could see the rise and fall of his chest easing minutely.

Okay, one problem fixed. One more to go. He could do this.

He could be a good alpha. An alpha that Satoru deserves.

Because he deserves…everything.

Suguru tried to ignore his shaking hands as he opened the cabinets of the heat hotel, finding soft towels, water bottles and electrolytes.

They always carried protein bars and snacks during missions; mostly because Satoru had a sweet touch like nobodies business and always had a celebratory candy bar or ten after successful missions. All of his missions were successful.

So, snacks were a must. 

His inner musings were cut off abruptly as a whimper echoed around the nearly bare walls of the hotel room, Satoru’s fingers gripping the duvet while his legs kicked out as if he could fight away the symptoms. 

“It’s getting worse.” He panted, sweat beaded across his brow as the heat began to take over. “Please, if were going to do this lets do it now.”

Suguru swore, dropping everything on the small table next to the bed and peeling off his wet sweat pants, leaving him only in his skintight boxers.

Satoru was looking at him as he paused by the bed, suddenly overwhelmed by what they were about to do.

They had seen each other naked before. Had stitched each other up more times than he could count, used the communal showers at school and now lived together.

But this wasn’t just nudity, this was intimate.

And it took everything in Suguru not to punch a hole in the wall over the circumstances that brought this on.

Because their first time shouldn’t be in a heat hotel in some ramshackle town after a mission, Satoru in pain and scared.

It should’ve been in their apartment, in one of their beds. Both of them of their free-will.

Neither of them whimpering in pain or in desperate need. 

It should’ve been different. 

Suguru cleared his throat, taking a deep breath in through his nose as he let Satoru look at him. Letting him take the lead. 

“Tell me when you’re ready.” Suguru whispered gently, gently rolling his shoulders and allowing calming pheromones to waft over the omega.

Not too much, nothing to make him feel hazy but just enough to relax the hard line between the others brows that disappeared into the black bandage.

Purple eyes watched the way Satoru’s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips, watched the way his legs seemed to open just slightly as his head tilted enough to take all of Suguru in. 

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this, Suguru.” It was said so softly he barely heard it.

That jolted the black haired sorcerer, who found himself next to Satoru immediately cradling his face in hands.

Feeling the overheated bare skin against his fingers.

He didn’t often drop Infinity, even at their apartment. Saying that he ‘always needed to be prepared’.

No matter what. So Suguru soaked in the feeling of his skin against his own.

No barriers. Just them.

“Listen to me, I want to help you. I told you and I wasn’t lying. I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Gojo was silent at his declaration, head leaning into the other’s hands as he caressed his cheek.

“After this, I want to court you properly. Take you out. And do this again without a stupid heat hotel. No pheromones, just us.”

Satoru swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the force and nodded.

“Yeah? Okay. I’d…I’d be cool with that.”

Suguru followed the shape of his lips, desire burning up within him.

“Can I kiss you?” Satoru had barely nodded before Suguru had pressed their lips together. 

It was the collision of years of pent of lust, attraction and need.

The air itself seemed to vibrate with the energy that darted from both of them, their scents mingling together in perfect harmony.

Suguru swallowed his roommate’s gasp greedily, holding his chin with his fingers.

Cradling him as he deepened the kiss, tongue darting out to seek entrance.

Satoru opened his mouth, like he was unsure what to do at first but quickly caught on as Suguru massaged his tongue with his own. 

Deep down, Suguru knew that Satoru had never been kissed, never went on dates.

He never had time. Even in school. He was always too busy saving the world.

So he cherished the first touch of lips against his, the way the other man’s hands shot up to clench his waist and hold him there as if he would disappear. 

“I’m here alright?” Suguru whispered, thumbs caressing the soft skin on his hips.

“Breathe for me Satoru.” The white haired sorcerer nodded, closing his eyes and arching his back off the bed.

“I need you,” He gasped, hands flying to grip Suguru’s arm. His grip still strong but his hands were clammy and trembling. 

“Okay.” Suguru breathed, his heart hammering in his chest. “Okay Satoru, I got you.”

He paused, rubbing circles in the omega’s hips. His lower half was still covered by a towel, but it did little to hide his erection or the smell of his arousal. 

Suguru swallowed hard, forcing himself to breathe deeply before taking Satoru’s chin in his hands.

Forcing him to look at him. 

Blue eyes wide with panic and lust met his, sweat dripping down his brow and plastering his white hair to his forehead. 

“Have you ever done this before? At all?” Suguru hoped for a certain response.

Would pray to any gods if he would just say yes, that this wouldn’t be his first time.

That the omega’s first sexual experience wouldn’t be forced by the hands of biology and poor timing. 

His heart dropped as Satoru shook his head.

Almost imperceptible, as if he could read Suguru’s mind. 

Suguru pressed his eyes shut and opened them quickly at the pitch of anxious pheromones that came from the omega; as if he thought he was displeasing him. 

“I’m sorry, Satoru.” He whispered, thumb stroking the other man’s cheek. “I’ll make it good for you. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to go through this again.”

He would burn down the council, the whole world of Jujutsu if it meant protecting Satoru Gojo. Satoru Gojo who had only ever known kindness and acceptance because he was a weapon.

A tool to be used, without care for his body or his soul.

They never cared about his hormones, or his heats.

Last time he had gone into heat Shoko had told him that the higher ups had taken him to the dungeon, warded with enough sigils and sorcery that no one could get in…or out. 

Gojo had always come out looking as if he’d lost ten pounds, something his lean frame could never abide.

He could eat and sleep for days after with a haunted look in his eyes, his hands trembling.

Shoko had assured him that no alpha would be called, that Gojo refused.

And that the Clan decided if he would just kill any alpha they picked for him, that he would have none at all.

That was his penance. If he respected their decisions for a match then his awful heats would be ended.

But so would his freedom. 

Now into his twenties, Gojo had never had a normal heat and never with a partner. And here they were, in a heat hotel without the watchful eye of the council or the clan overhanging. 

Satoru must have smelled the boiling anger in the alpha, because he squeezed his thighs together and whimpered slightly as he moved away on instinct. 

Suguru shook his head, trying to clear his heads and his thoughts on his singular goal; to help his best friend through his heat and keep him alive. 

“Sorry, Toru.” He whispered, pulling his hair back into a tight bun and forcing a calming scent to relax the man. “I’m not angry at you. Never at you.”

Satoru scoffed, slightly relaxing at the change of scent and replied, “I’ll–I’ll remember you said that when I forget to pick up the groceries again.”

Suguru smiled softly as he leaned over him, trying to keep a respectful distance so he didn’t feel crowded.

Even in this state Gojo could tear out his insides and he would really rather not startle him while his cursed energy was going haywire. 

Panting heavily now, Gojo watched him with wide eyes as he settled himself above the sorcerer.

He nudged his legs open, keeping the towel where it was for now.

That was for Satoru to give permission to remove; his final barrier and bit of privacy within this whole situation. 

“I’m going to touch you now, okay?”

Satoru nodded, his breathes coming out in heavy pants and his hands gripping Suguru’s waist. “Yeah, please. Please.”

He wanted to take his time, kiss down his naked body and taste him.

Let him bring him pleasure over and over until he was a pliant, fucked out mess on the bed.

But the slightly burnt smell of sugar coming from the omega told him he didn’t have the pleasure of time.

So Suguru swallowed hard and rubbing circles into his hips, “I’m taking off the towel, sweetheart.”

The pet name came out without a second thought, feeling like second nature on the alpha’s tongue.

Satoru moaned as cool air touched his skin, the towel pushed to side.

It took everything in Suguru not to come right then and there.

The omega’s scent was everywhere, pulling him in.

His body was perfect, his cock stiff and red like he was on the precipice of orgasm just from the slightest touch. 

Suguru swallowed.

He had a job to do.

Get him away from the danger zone and they would have the rest of their lives to make this right. 

Slowly, Suguru maneuvered himself between Satoru’s long legs, running his hands up and down his sides.

“I wish I had more time to draw this out but you’re fever is climbing and I–”

The omega grabbed his hand, a shy smile touching his lips.

“The alpha I’ve been pining over for the past ten years just told me he liked me,” The omega shrugged. “I kind of have something to live for now, Sugu.”

His heart was fit to burst, he knew this wasn’t the time to tell the omega that he didn’t just like him.

That he loved him.

He loved him so goddamn much.

But Suguru swallowed those words, knowing that it wasn’t the time.

He wanted to say it when they both had their whits about them, so Satoru would never have to worry about the words being heat induced. 

“Okay, sweetheart.” Suguru pressed a kiss to his omega’s lips, trying to keep him calm as his fingers danced between his legs.

He was met with wet heat. He swallowed Satoru’s gasp as he circled him, keeping the pressure light. “Just keep breathing for me, if you don’t like something tell me.”

Satoru’s threw his head back as a finger breached him, pressing deeper into his soft, scorching insides.

“Fuck, so far I’m liking everything. If I didn’t feel like I was on fire, this would be super cool.”

Suguru pressed kissing along the omega’s neck, making sure to steer clear of his mating gland.

He didn’t want to spook him. But the omega was right, he was too hot. Fuck.

“Water, real quick okay?” He paused opening him up to bring the ice water to Satoru’s lips who drank greedily. “Good job, you’re doing great.”

“The cramps are getting worse,” He moaned, his hands pressing into his lower stomach. “We need…fuck, we did to do this now.” Suguru could smell the fear and anxiety rolling off of him in waves. Shit, shit. 

“Alright, listen to me Satoru, I’m going to make this good for you but I need you to listen to me okay? Just relax.” 

Satoru nodded; he wished he could see his eyes but Suguru knew that blindfold was the only thing separating Satoru from a meltdown. 

“Okay, deep breaths.” 

Gently, he began preparing him. Slowly and watching every flittering emotion that washed over the omega’s face.

Satoru took his fingers greedily, only gasping as his third finger fit inside him. A slight wince as he tossed his head back, grabbing the duvet.

Suguru wasn’t small and he didn’t what to overwhelm him. 

“Suguru–”

“I’ve got you baby, deep breaths.” 

The alpha finally slipped out of his boxers, so hard he ached.

If this was a normal situation, Suguru would have loved to take in the panting omega, leg’s spread wide for him and the duvet soaked with his slick.

He swallowed hard; he had to focus. 

Satoru was panting now, heels pressing into the hotels comforter as he groaned in need.

His scent was everywhere; even with the dulling of the scent blockers, Suguru felt a bit dizzy.

Swallowing hard, he looked at the omega. Suguru wished he had more time to drink him in, commit him and this moment to memory.

But he didn’t have that luxury. 

So Suguru leaned over, took Satoru’s chin in his hand and pressed his lips to his.

“Ready?”

Satoru paused for a moment before nodded, a sort of grim determination setting on his face as he steeled his jaw.

Satoru gasped as he pressed the head of his cock inside him.

He took that moment to suck on his tongue, licking into his open mouth while trying to hold himself back. 

Peppering the side of Satoru’s neck with kisses, ghosting over his glands he found the omega’s hand still fisted in the sheet and intertwined their fingers. 

“Breathe for me, Toru.” He murmured, feeling the omega’s tight heat all around him was ecstasy; but this wasn’t for him. And he had a job to do. 

“I can’t,” panted Satoru, his pale flushed and lips open in gasping breaths. “So much, it’s so much. I can feel everything.”

So Suguru stayed still, keeping his movements slow and methodical until his breathing began to even out. 

“That’s it, you’re doing well.” He wasn’t even half way in, and the way Satoru was gripping him he wasn’t sure if he would make it much longer.

“Can I move sweetheart? Let’s get you feeling better, hmm?”

The omega’s hand, still interlocked with his, squeezed weakly as he nodded his head. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

Suguru made tiny thrusts with his hips, sinking deeper and deeper into the omega. 

A whine broke free from the laters lips, resulting in Suguru stilling once again. “Too much?”

“You’re…big.” Gasped Satoru, a shy smile gracing his mouth as he whimpered. 

Suguru’s alpha flared at the comment, feeling like he was enough for the omega. That he could satisfy him.

“And you’re perfect, Satoru. Doing so well.” 

Another thrust. Another inch. Slowly and carefully.

Satoru’s legs opened wider, giving the large alpha space and allowing him to finally bottom out. 

It was Suguru this time who gasped, finally feeling Satoru all around him.

His tight, hot walls gripping him in a vice. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. It was perfect.

Like he was meant to be there. They just fit. 

“I’m…I’m not gonna break Sugu,” whined Satoru breaking the silent of their intermingled gasps and stuttered breathing. “Move.”

A soft laugh escaped the alpha as he leaned down, pushing his length even deeper into the omega as he landed a kiss. 

“I knew you’d be a brat.”

And with that, Suguru withdrew until only the tip remained inside of the other man before pressing in deliciously slow; he knew the omega wanted it hard and fast but it was his first time.

Even in the throes of heat, too much or too fast would leave him unnecessarily sore in the morning.

Satoru would already be dealing with the whiplash of his heat and he didn’t want to an anymore undo pain. 

It was just them. The writhing of bodies, meeting in ecstasy and blinding heat.

Gojo’s hand held his so tightly he feared he would lose sensation, the other gripping the comforter for dear life as Suguru buried himself inside of him over and over. 

“You,” gasped Geto, kissing the side of the omega’s jaw as he thrusted deeply. “Can touch me, Satoru.”

It was like he was waiting for consent, like the omega wasn’t sure what to do with his hands until that point. 

His arm looped around the back of Suguru’s neck, pulling him even closer and pressing their mouths together as the alpha moved inside him. 

“Suguru–alpha.” Came Satoru’s wrecked voice as the alpha grinned.

The omega’s head whipped back, a deep, guttural moan ripping from him.

“Right there?” 

Satoru nodded vigorously, panting and whining as Suguru continued to hit his swollen prostate with wild abandon.

He was coming undone underneath the curse manipulators hands.

Satoru’s hips bucking with each thrust, his body opening to accept the alpha.

It was taking everything in him not to piston in and out of the tight heat, his swollen cock pressing against Satoru’s prostate over and over again.

Satoru was everywhere, all around him.

“Please, please. Suguru, please,” He whined, fisting Suguru’s long black hair as he begged. “Let me come.”

He was close. They both were. Suguru could already feel the base of cock swelling, nearing the precipice of knotting within the taller omega underneath him. 

“Come for me, Toru,” The alpha whispered, making sure to keep clear of his mating gland and instead nipped at his ear lobe.

Hissing, the omega wrapped his legs around him, pushing him closer inside of him.

Suguru growled as he felt the bite of the omega’s nails on his back; he was perfect. 

“Alpha!” 

That was all it took; Satoru clenched around him so violently that white spots danced around Suguru’s vision.

He thrust into him faster, his movements becoming disjointed as he chased the feeling of ecstasy.

“Suguru?” He heard Gojo whimper as his knot caught against his rim, pulling and swelling. “I can’t, oh my god I can’t do it.”

The scent of fear and confusion crashed into him from the omega, as Suguru forced himself to still.

His rapidly swelling knot pressed against his entrance. He couldn’t let him panic, Satoru’s hormones needed this; but he would never, ever force him.

But he could calm him.

“Shh, Toru it’s alright,” Forcing himself to release a wave of calming pheromones he instantly felt the other relax if only slightly. “You need this. And you can do this. Your body was made for it. Made for me.”

Satoru swallowed hard, and as he pushed up the bandage Suguru’s hurt lurched with the reveal of his wide blue eyes, full of unshed tears. Full of fear, but also trust.

“What if it’s too much…what if I can’t?”

The alpha was at the point of counting backwards from 100 to keep his knots from inflating as he kissed Satoru gently.

“You’re…you’re the strongest Satoru. Remember?”

Something flickered in the omega’s eyes as he swallowed.

“Yeah, the strongest.” His fever had lessened but judging by the heat radiating from his skin he was still in a danger zone. It was now or never. 

“Deep breaths, I need to give this to you now alright?”

Finger nails dug into his shoulders but Satoru nodded as he buried his head against the crook of the alpha’s neck, breathing in his pheromones. 

“Do it, Suguru.” 

Steeling his jaw, Suguru pressed against the resistance of Satoru’s body until it finally gave way to the additional width of him. 

“Fuckm Suguru!” Satoru yelped as grasped around his neck, “It’s not going to fit!” 

Suguru kissed along his column of his neck as he continued to press slowly, only relaxing as he fit inside the omega.

“Yes, yes it will. It is. Keep breathing.”

Satoru was panting, scratching at the alpha’s back as his knot swelled inside of him.

It only took a moment for it to press against his abused prostate and send him spiraling into another orgasm as Suguru finally found his own. 

“Mine, mine, mine.” Panted the alpha, forcing himself to grind his teeth against his primal instinct to bury them instead into the omega’s neck. 

His vision blurred, ears filled with ringing as Suguru emptied himself into Satoru’s overheated body.

For a moment, time stood still as Satoru remained clutching him, Suguru locked inside his trembling body. 

He had to swallow hard a few times before he could get his voice to work. “Satoru, are you alright sweetheart?” 

Suguru felt a nod against the hollow of his neck, the omega’s white hair ticking his sensitive skin. 

“It’s a lot. But it feels okay.” 

Pressing a kiss to forehead, Suguru smiled as he felt his skin already beginning to cool as the effect of his heat tampered off.

At least for now. 

“Hold on,” was the only warning he gave as the alpha switched their positions; Satoru yelping as he found himself atop the him and cradled against his chest. “How are you feeling?”

Satoru sighed deeply, as he settled against Suguru’s chest.“Better.”

There was silence for a minute, the only sound the beating of their hearts as Suguru ran his fingers up and down the Gojo heir’s spine. 

“Suguru?” 

“Mhmm?”

“Did you mean it?”

Suguru furrowed his brows, his orgasm hazed brain trying to remember everything he had said that evening. “Mean what?”

He felt Satoru pause, the omega’s fingers tightening on his biceps as if he was afraid he would disappear. “That you loved me?” He stuttered for a moment, his words spilling together. “Obviously, if you did so I would feel better, I totally get it and I won’t be mad. Ijustneedtoknow–”

Gently tugging the omega’s shorter hair near the nape of his neck, Suguru pulled Satoru’s head up from his chest and pressed a kiss against his lips.

Effectively silencing the spiraling omega. 

The alpha could feel the tension drain from him as he did, as if every doubt and worry was being silenced by his kiss.

When they pulled apart, Suguru kissed his flushed cheeks. Just because. 

“Satoru, I would never lie to you about something like that. Especially not just to share your heat with you, no matter the reason.” It almost hurt to look into the other’s blue eyes as Gojo searched his face for any hint of dishonesty. “I love you, Toru. I only wish I would have been braver and told you before any of this happened.”

Burying his head into Suguru’s muscular chest, the omega whispered softly, “I’m glad it was you. I always wanted it to be you.”

Suguru wasn’t sure if his heart could swell with anymore emotion than it was already was.

Until he heard, the next words out of the omega’s mouth. 

“Will you bite me? Mate me?”

Suguru stiffened, replaying the words over and over again in his head because surely he had heard wrong. “Satoru…”

The sorcerers grip tightened on him, “The Gojo clan will find out. And I can’t…I won’t let them or any of the higher ups pick someone for me. I need someone I can trust. Someone who knows me outside of my designation.” Satoru looked up, blue eyes full of emotion as he intreated the alpha. “Shoko told me mating would help. It would…level me out or some shit.”

Suguru was already shaking his head, “We shouldn’t today, it’s your heat talking and it’s risky–” The alpha winced as Satoru slapped his chest in indignation.

“Do not fucking tell me it’s my hormones. Please, Suguru.” There was a pleading note in the omega’s voice, fear and hope mingling together. “If you don’t want me as your omega, I understand. I’m…a lot. But if you want me at all, please. Fucking please, Suguru. Alpha.”

A protective urge swelled in Suguru’s chest at the omega’s earnest request.

He knew, deep down he was right.

When the Gojo clan found out (and they would; medical records aren’t sealed when it comes to the Satoru Gojo.

They would find out about this), they would try to find an alpha again. And what if they succeeded?

Waited for when Gojo was most vulnerable? Or tried cursed talismans like the first time? Just to weaken the omega?

And for what…to push out pups that might share the coveted six-eyes? Maybe an alpha this time around.

Satoru Gojo was nothing but a ticking time bomb to them.

A weapon to be used and discarded whenever the time called for it.

He could hear the racing of Satoru’s heart beneath him, his fingers flexing into his muscles.

His blue eyes pleading at him to consider it. To consider him. 

Suguru swallowed hard, the scent of the sorcerer underneath him nearly making him dizzy with want.

It wasn’t anything new; he had always wanted him. 

He licked his dry lips, adjusting slightly as he felt his knot deflating slightly.

If he was to do this, he needed to do this now.

Mating bites were more apt to take during a heat and when they were attached. 

“Satoru,” he whispered, looking up at his best friend whose whole attention was on him. “It’ll hurt. It’ll be forever. You’ll always be bonded to me.” 

Bonds with omega’s were so often overseen by families or match making services because reversing a mating bond was an intensive and painful process–if it even worked at all.

And a bad match for an alpha was nothing like it was for an omega. 

Satoru shrugged and crooked a smile, but it didn’t quite quell the nervous look in his eyes as he replied, “I know. But it’s you. And I want you.”

There was a battle of wills currently warring inside Suguru as he considered his friend.

The man he had loved since he was in high school.

He couldn’t smell any fear or even the sick scent of his heat; the omega was clear headed.

At least for now.

He hadn’t ever wanted anything more; to be his mate.

To be his everything.
Suguru just never thought he would get to have it.

Suguru brushed a hand over the flushed face of the omega before bringing him down to kiss his lips.

“Alright, but I’ll need to adjust us. And you need to listen to me alright? Your cursed energy is already all over the place and I’ll need you still so it takes.” He paused, seeing the roll of anxiety flickering over Gojo’s face. “Do you trust me?”

Throughout the sentence Satoru looked nervous, even scared.

Until he asked if he trusted him. Blue eyes softened as he nodded, “Yeah. Course I do ‘Sugu.”

A shiver ran down Suguru’s spine at the declaration and he pressed his eyes closed, mentally preparing.

“Fuck, okay.” Without a warning, he flipped them again to Satoru was comfortably tucked against his chest with his arms still looped around his neck. 

“Shit, some warning,” murmured the omega as he winced.

Suguru pressed a kiss to the top of his head as an apology, then moving down to the nape of his neck. 

Satoru stilled immediately, his breath coming out fast.

This would be harder for him than it was Suguru.

He had the memory of a near forced mating bond still scarred too close to his gland.

He was trusting him with everything; with his entire life and even his six-eyes. 

Suguru did not take the responsibility lightly. 

“Relax, ‘Toru.” He whispered, beginning to pepper the side of his neck in soft kisses.

Working his way down to the gland which he flattened his tongue against, lapping at the swollen lymph node. 

“Fucccckk,” hissed Gojo in a mix of pain and pleasure; it was sensitive and Suguru had never bitten anyone before but he knew that it helped to relax the omega before hand. 

“You’re doing so well for me,” The alpha praised as he wrapped his arms around Satoru, securely pinning him against him.

Satoru’s arms were still looped around his neck, fingers buried in his hair. He didn’t want him to feel trapped, but he also couldn’t have him moving.

“Now remember, this will hurt for a moment. You’ll need to stay still, and I’ll hold you down if you let me. Try to control your energy alright?”

Satoru nodded against the crook of his neck, his fingers tightening in anticipation.

“Okay. I’m ready. Just be quick, okay?” He was trembling against him, bodies still locked together with his legs around him waist. Suguru tightened his hold, bringing a hand behind his neck to give him space. 

Satoru whined but complied. “So good for me, Satoru.”

He waited for a few more beats, rocking his hips to stimulate the omega’s pleasure centers before taking one last final lick to his neck.

Satoru relaxed minutely, but it was enough. 

Before the omega could tense again, Suguru bit down quickly and without hesitation.

Satoru screamed, his nails digging into his back as he tried to rip away from the searing pain.

The initial pain had always been warned to young alpha’s; the body and pheromones needed time to release the endorphins but it was their job to make sure the omega didn’t hurt themselves until then.

Suguru held him tightly, feeling the skin and muscle give beneath his canines as a euphoria bubbled within him.

It hit them both simultaneously. Suguru’s heart was beating wildly in his chest as Satoru’s pained screams gave way to a whimper as his body relaxed. 

He felt it; so deeply and intrinsically throughout his entire being.

As if the man had always been there, had always been apart of him.

That Satoru Gojo had always been the reason he lived and breathed and now he was his. Body, mind and soul.

His omega. His mate. 

“Fuck, Suguru.” He heard Satoru sniffed, his fingers leaving his scratched back to settle behind his head as their shared emotions crashed into each other. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou…” He sounded so relieved. As if his greatest fear had finally been conquered. Because he had Suguru. Because they had each other. 

Suguru released his hold on his neck, pressing a kiss to the swollen, bleeding flesh.

He’d need to bandage it as soon as possible.

“Are you okay?” 

A nonverbal nod was his only answer, but the alpha could feel the wet mix of tears against his hairline from the Gojo heir.

He hoped not all of them were from pain. 

“Can you bite me? Do you feel strong enough?”

Alpha’s didn’t always get reciprocal bite marks, but when they did it was a warning to any other omega’s.

That they were taken.

And fuck did Suguru want everyone to know that he was Satoru’s. 

Satoru stiffened underneath him, finally drawing himself away from the alpha’s neck.

With red rimmed eyes he gazed at him in confusion.

“You want me to?”

Suguru nodded, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

He knew there was still smeared with the omega’s blood but fuck he was beautiful.

“Please, Toru?” 

Without being asked, he bared his neck to the omega giving him easy access.

Satoru groaned at the image; for an alpha to bare his neck to an omega?

It was nearly unheard of. 

Suguru nearly came again, gasping in pleasure at the soft, tentative lick of the omega’s tongue against his mating gland.

Satoru was rubbing the back of his head, nails softly scratching his head like he did to comfort Suguru on particularly bad missions.

The alpha forced himself to relax over the omega, a sharp gasp escaping his lips as he felt the omega’s canines breach his skin.

It took everything in him not to wrench free, his muscles straining as he made himself stay still.

Pleasure burst through him again, nothing quite like how it was with Satoru’s but the pain was gone and all he felt was an intense connection to the omega. 

So there they lay, panting with their foreheads pressed against each other.

Almost immediately Suguru felt the cooling of the omega’s heat flushed skin as he finally slipped out of him. 

“Are you alright, how are you feeling?”

He whispered, wiping his mouth on the duvet before pressing a kiss to his forehand and looking him over. 

Satoru pressed his eyes closed, wincing as the alpha moved off of him and giving him the ability to close his legs.

“Sticky.” He huffed with a displeased groan. It wasn’t until he tried to lift himself up on his elbows that he felt Suguru’s hand on his shoulder pressing him back down. 

Suguru smiled, pressing a kiss to his hairline. “Stay here, I’ll clean you up.”

Satoru pushed himself back onto the pillows and allowed to alpha to worry over him, washing his body down with his clean cloth.

Suguru held up some antiseptic and bandages, “I found these in the cabinet, let me bandage you. We’ll have Shoko look over you when we get back alright?” 

There was already a hastily stuck bandage over Suguru’s mating mark, drying blood still speckled on his chest.

Satoru was still as the alpha worked but Suguru could feel his eyes on him all the same. 

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, keeping his attention on tending the wound.

He knew Satoru hated talking about his feelings; but if the emotions he felt bubbling underneath his own skin were any indication of how the omega was feeling, he had to at least try. 

“I just…” The six-eyes voice was soft. “Thank you, Suguru. Seriously.”

Suguru shook his head, finishing taping up the bandage before grasping Satoru’s chin, forcing him to look at him. 

Before he could open his mouth, Satoru sat up his eyes shining.

“And listen, I’m going to make it up to you. Ruts? I’ll be there…Okay? I can make this all worth it.”

Suguru’s brows knit together, confusion filling him.

“Satoru. I did it because I love you.” Satoru’s breath hitched, still eyeing him incredulously. “I wasn’t just saying all of that because of the heat. You don’t need to do anything to earn my love.”

Silence descended on them, Suguru’s thumb brushing circles into his hip bone.

The shine of heat was fading from Satoru’s eyes, but he knew it wouldn’t be for long.

He had to let him know before it came back; that he wasn’t a mission to him. 

That he was everything. 

“But–”

Suguru bridged the gap between them and pressed a kiss onto the omega’s lips, sufficiently silencing any protest. 

“We need to get you back to Shoko, before it starts up again.”

The alpha draped a blanket over the Satoru’s shoulders, closing it in tightly to conceal his nudity and the minor trembling that had taken over his lean frame. 

Satoru looked around before touching the bandage where is mating bite was.

He still look slightly out of it, like he couldn’t believe what had transpired. 

It took a moment for Suguru to register the sound coming from the omega. Soft, vibrating coming from his chest.

“Are you purr–”

Satoru buried his head in the blanket, a blush reaching his cheeks.

“Yesssss, oh my god.” The alpha smiled, his heart fit to burst. He had made his omega purr.

Suguru kneeled down next to bed, taking his hand.

“Let me take you home, Satoru.” The omega swallowed hard, clearing his throat. 

“Yeah. Let’s go home.”

There was a soft smile tugging at the edge of his lips, gentle and not one of his fake, loud smiles that he often presented to the world. 

It was like this side of Satoru was just for him. For his mate. 

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After Satoru’s heat had passed and Shoko had given him a clean bill of health, they were left to deal with the consequences of their untimely mating bond.

Yaga had barely suppressed a smile before scowling, “You still have to teach your classes, I don’t want any shenanigans, mates or not.”

Shoko had simply stared at the fresh mating mark on Satoru’s neck as she peeled back the bandage.

They had watched in silence as she sighed, pulled out a fresh cigarette and took an inhale.

“Finally.”

The Gojo clan was beyond furious. But it didn’t matter.

The mating bond had taken, Satoru Gojo was officially off the market, on birth control and more importantly–he was happy.

The omega couldn’t stop himself from brushing his fingers against Suguru’s as they passed in the halls.

Obnoxiously stretching during warm ups and taking off his shirt to show off his fresh mating mark.

It caused the students to groan, and in one case, gag.

Their life at home didn’t change much, except for the way they touched.

Suguru no longer held himself back.

He had always longed to wrap his arms around his roommate when they watched tv, ached to press a kiss against his temple as he made his morning coffee.

And the alpha had always held himself back.

But now? Suguru was always touching him, holding his hips when passing him.

Grabbing his ass while the omega bent over.

He had been doing that more often lately, and deep down the alpha knew he loved the possessive slap it would earn him.

They still had two rooms but never slept separately.

Satoru would wind his long body around the curse manipulator, soaking in his heat and pressing his cold feet against Suguru’s calves no matter how much he squirmed.

It was on such night that Satoru clung to the alpha, chewing on a pocky stick in bed (which Suguru hated, but Satoru did anyway) when the alpha pushed himself up.

Satoru watched him toss off the covers and peel off his sweat soaked t-shirt with a huff.

It took a moment for Satoru’s nose to catch up with what was happening.

He was still getting used to scents as they had been dulled with his long use of suppressants.

The omega still struggled with what certain scents meant or how to identify them.

But Suguru could tell as soon as his heady musk hit the omega’s nose, his pupils widening.

“Suguru?”

Suguru in question had his head in his hands before pulling his hair back into a tight bun, pulling the sweaty tendrils away from his overheating skin.

“Yes, Satoru.”

The omega scented the air cautiously before replying, pocky stick still sticking out the side of his mouth. “You smell.”

Sighing deeply, Suguru narrowed his eyes at the man next to him, the crunching of the cookie obnoxiously loud.

“I’m aware.”

Satoru quirked an eyebrow before pushing the rest of the cookie into his mouth and turning his full attention on the alpha.

“Sugie, are you…”

“Yes, Satoru. I’m in pre-rut.” He moaned, rubbing the back of his neck trying desperately to relieve the coiling tension.

This was the worst month for this to happen; he had three classes tomorrow and exams to prepare his students for.

Shoko had warned him that mating and helping the omega through his heat would probably trigger his own rut until their cycles synced more fluidly.

All the alpha could think of is all the paperwork that would pile up, how he needed to go to the grocery store and give Yaga written notice and–

Those thoughts quickly exited his head as he felt Satoru move closer, the omega’s own interested scent flooding his sensitive nose.

“Satoru…”

He groaned as Satoru’s fingers found the obvious bulge in his boxer briefs.

Suguru’s eyes darkened as he took in his mate, whose pupils nearly eclipsed the blue of his eyes as he regarded the alpha like a hungry animal.

The omega grinned, clicking his tongue.

“Oh, this is going to be so much fun.”