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Suguru Geto had swallowed a lot of disgusting things in this world – gut wrenching horrible things. Bile would well up in the back of his throat as he forced them down. Cursed spirits taste like the worst excretions humans could make. He hated it. Sacrificing his own body to become a host for cursed beings all to save people who weren't worth saving. Remembering the two pink parallel lines, he wished he’d swallowed more.
He never planned to be put into this position. Pregnancy wasn’t a good look on him, especially not in his line of work. Omegas were often relegated to the background once they started showing. He’d no longer be seen as one of the strongest sorcerers of their generation.
There wasn’t even a mark on his neck to fall back on. It’s his own fault. Since Suguru first presented, he’d always detested alphas. Thought they were all cocky assholes who didn’t care about anyone but themselves. Waving their power around as if it gave them the licence to do anything they wanted. Following their knots wherever it took them.
But of course, Satoru Gojo was the exception.
Satoru Gojo was all of those awful things alphas could be, yes, but also he wasn’t. In some ephemeral way that Suguru couldn’t explain, Satoru was different from all the other alphas he knew. He was funny. He was kind. He was gentle. The way his hands graced Suguru’s body made him feel like he was born anew.
That’s why Suguru ran to him during his heat. He got on his knees and pleaded for Satoru to take away all of the pain – to fill his body with everything that made him great. Without question his alpha obliged. Even though he wasn’t as beautiful as all the other omegas, he indulged him in the pleasures of the flesh.
It’s why he had to tell Satoru the truth.
This was their first true day off since the incident. Satoru picked the spot in Shibuya, they were going to go shopping after this. Then maybe a movie if they had time. It’s been so long since they were allowed to be normal teenagers. The nonstop work had done his body no favors, the child hadn't even been born yet as Suguru was a bad dam.
Satoru bought them a six piece chicken mac & cheese and coleslaw family meal to split. Setting forth the plastic tray onto the red metal table as an old man's black and white face watched over them. Discount meals and smiling faces plastered the walls joined their audience. He separated the warm flaky biscuit and buttered each side, before handing Suguru one.
“I could have done that myself.” Suguru took a bite of the bread anyway. It could be the instinctual alphan need to feed his pregnant omega. He wondered if Satoru’s special eyes noticed the small clump of cells infinitely dividing inside him. That could be the reason for all of this pageantry.
“Yeah-yeah, just accept help when it's offered to you.”
He wished he didn’t need the alphas help. If Suguru were to become Satoru for a moment all of his foolish problems would wash away. He would have the strength to follow his dreams without limits. There wouldn’t be a cursed child brewing inside him. Instead, he was waiting for the man to notice all of his problems and come save him from himself.
“You look tired,” Satoru's piercing blue eyes peaked out from his sunglasses.
“I don’t think I want to do this any more.” The deep purple bags under his eyes were undeniable. The slouch of the oversized black shirt, slipping down his shoulder reminded him of his neglect. Even his long black hair hair felt more greasy than normal.
“You just need rest. Here.” Satoru slid over one of the seven herb and spice encrusted chicken thighs. “I think you lost some weight.”
The fried flesh touched his lips, images flashed of once living things dying, the bones slipped beneath his fingers. He became hyperaware of it all. Oil dripped down his arm, as Suguru covered his mouth with his other hand, “I can't.”
“Come on… You've eaten worse things than this.”
It was supposed to be encouragement, he knew that. “I’m going to throw up.”
“You okay?”
“I’m-” now was the time to tell him.
Despite everything, the alpha had a heart warming smile. Time practically stood still when they were together. He was so unaffected by it all. Of course he would be.
Satoru would move the earth and stars if he knew his progeny rested in Suguru’s womb. There’d be a baby shower, a gender reveal, a second gender reveal, a baby moon, all of their friends and family at the birth. Suguru wouldn't move a finger a month after the child was in his arms, sequestered away in his nest to be pampered by his partner. He would become the holy mother anointed to the role designated by his alpha.
Would Sataru watch his own children suffer if they too happened to be omegas? Would he continue to close his ever seeing eyes to the discrimination they face? Force the duty to change the world onto their backs when he above all else had the power to change things. Would their children be destined to walk on the corpses of their friends climbing up the mountain of power? Would Suguru’s own body be one of the corpses?
Suguru had one urge.
Run.