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It was hot.
The Seidou baseball team, national champions, were playing a rare practice game against Inashiro. But it was nearly 42 degrees C and Coach Kataoka was making sure everyone was drinking water in between innings. Furuya was cooling down, the young Beta sitting shirtless with the ice wrap over his shoulder. He’d pitched the first three innings before he’d overheated and lost his stamina. Coach had pulled him out after he gave up three walks and two runs.
Sawamura was pitching now, the Alpha facing the newly healed team captain, Miyuki. The omega was feeling like he was about to die, the catcher gear making it so much hotter for him. But they were almost done with the game- they’d agreed to a five inning game due to the extreme heat.
Carlos was up to bat, and Miyuki called for a changeup, breathing heavily as he made eye contact with the pitcher. The dark skinned Alpha at bat swung too early. The baseball thudded into Miyuki's waiting mitt.
“Strike!” the umpire called out.
One more strike. One more out.
A fastball to the outside.
“Ball!”
Sawamura took a deep breath and caught the ball Miyuki tossed back. Miyuki crouched down and gave the signal. Sawamura grinned and nodded. A cutter to the inside.
“Strike! Batter out! Game Set: Seidou wins!” the umpire declared. The alpha at bat growled and kicked the dirt at his feet. Miyuki shed his mask and ran to congratulate Sawamura. The team came in from the field to do the same.
They dispersed after a small bit of excited cheering, too exhausted from the heat to do much else. The managers stood nearby with pitchers of cold tea and wet towels for cooling down. Miyuki shed his gear slowly, putting it away. When he came out of the equipment shed, he still felt to hot. Everyone had gone off, presumably to the showers. Only Sawamura remained, picking up stray balls and equipment around the edge of the bullpen.
“Oi, Bakamura!” Miyuki yelled to the alpha. “We’ll do that tomorrow, it’s too hot! Come back to the bath to cool off.”
Sawamura, like Miyuki, preferred baths to cool down as opposed to showers like the rest of the team.
“Hai!” Sawamura shouted back energetically, bouncing closer with a grin. Sweat was sticking his hair to his face, his baseball hat soaked through with the water he’d dumped over his head in the fourth inning. The second year trotted closer, smiling enthusiastically. Miyuki felt the heat flare in him. Why was it so hot?
About two meters away, Sawamura stopped dead in his tracks. Nostrils flared, pupils dilated, Miyuki felt his amber eyes pierce through him.
“Miyuki Kazuya,” he fairly growled, smile dropping off.
“...Yes?” Miyuki asked, puzzled. A wave of dizziness hit him and he supposed he should go sit inside and rest.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were in heat?”
Ice tricked down the captain’s spine, quickly followed by a flash of fire.
“Ah… what?” he asked, breath short.
“Heat,” Sawamura growled louder, taking an almost menacing step closer. “I can smell you,” he clarified. “You smell… delicious.” Another step forward. Miyuki shook his head and took a shaky step back.
“I… I can’t be!” he protested, even as he assessed the way his body felt. Now that Sawamura pointed it out, it barely felt hot on his skin, it was his insides that were rebelling. What he had mistaken for sweat around his butt suddenly felt too thick, like… like omega slick. “But I took my suppressants yesterday! I shouldn’t… I can’t…”
The sudden musky scent of alpha surrounded him as Sawamura stepped in so close that they were chest to chest, the slightly taller pitcher looking down into the brown eyes of the omega. Miyuki felt his knees tremble as he fought the urge to tear his eyes away and bare his neck to the alpha.
“Miyuki,” normally so loud and brash, the rich tenor voice rumbled quietly in the air between them. “I can help… if you accept me.”
A full body shudder overcame the omega. He didn’t want… he needed. He almost couldn’t believe… But the musk that invaded his nostrils and clouded his mind assured him that he wasn’t dreaming, and that his scent had put Sawamura into a rut. It was a sign of extreme compatibility if an omega’s scent alone could send an alpha into a rut. And it wasn’t like Miyuki didn’t think they were compatible- their battery had won them so many games- but he hadn’t considered that they were also sexually compatible.
“I,” he swallowed around a dry throat, another ripple of heat sending a fresh wave of hormones from his scent glands. “...Yes. Please!” he whined embarrassingly, flopping his head to the side and exposing the milky smooth column of throat to the alpha in front of him.
Needing no more permission, Eijun lunged forwards and slotted his mouth onto his omega’s. Their lips met with a wet smack and Kazuya could only whimper as Eijun licked into his mouth, his jaw going slack obediently.
“Eijun…” Miyuki pulled back for air. Sawamura simply pressed his lips to the column of the omega’s neck, sucking on the scent glands and purring. “Eijun!” Miyuki cried out a little more desperately, hands fisting in the younger boy’s hair. “Eijun… Alpha!” he cried, tugging Eijun’s face away from his neck and meeting the hungry gaze with half-lidded eyes.
“What is is, Mi-yu-ki Kaz-u-ya?” Eijun purred. Miyuki shivered and inhaled to steady himself.
“Not… here. My room,” he managed. Eijun smiled and pushed his face back into Miyuki’s neck, nuzzling him affectionately.
“‘Kay,” he agreed. Suddenly, Miyuki gasped a he felt his slightly smaller frame being lifted by the alpha in front of him. Instinctively, he wrapped his legs around Eijun’s slim hips and held on, hands slipping from brunette lock to Sawamura’s neck for a better grip.
Eijun walked towards the dorms effortlessly, acting as if he wasn’t carrying the extra 170 pounds. All that running with truck tires and weight training with Chris must have paid off, Miyuki decided. The omega leaned his face into the Alpha’s scent gland on the side of his neck, spreading the musk over his face and lips. He whined and shivered as the walking motion caused his erection to rub against Eijun’s abs. Eijun never stopped purring, the vibrations making Kazuya go crazy and yet relaxing him at the same time.
Before he knew it, Eijun was gripping him tighter as he reached over to unlock the door to Miyuki’s dorm room. Being an omega had its perks, and a single room was definitely one of them. Eijun kicked the door shut behind them and pressed Miyuki’s body against it. Kazuya gasped as he felt the Alpha’s much larger erection slot against his own, the friction almost too much even through the layers of clothing.
“Please,” he whimpered pathetically, hating himself a little bit for being so helpless. He knew it was biological, and as an omega, this behavior was normal. He didn’t care, though. He’d never really felt like an omega until he’d presented. It had been a tough adjustment. Eijun didn’t make fun of his pleading, however. The alpha merely rubbed his own face in the omega glands on Miyuki’s neck and purred louder before trailing his lips up the older male’s neck and whispering into his ear.
“I’ve got you,” he promised, voice so quiet Miyuki could barely hear him despite Sawamura’s lips brushing against the shell of his ear and causing him to shiver. “I will take care of you, Miyuki Kazuya. You are mine, my omega, my beautiful catcher.”
Miyuki normally would have made fun of Sawamura for being such a sap, but as he was the words only served to make him wetter and burn hotter. He whimpered again, knees going slack. Sawamura caught him before he hit the ground.
“Shhh,” he soothed as he scooped Miyuki up and walked him over to the bed. “I know, I know… shhh,” he kept up an endless stream of comforting sounds and words as he stripped Miyuki. Eijun pulled the older male’s shirt off first, trailing his fingers over lean and toned muscles so gently it almost tickled. Miyuki shivered and whined, trails of fire following the path of Eijun’s fingertips as they made their way down his bare chest towards his waistband. “I’m going to take care of you, first, okay?” Eijun whispered into his ear. “This is all about you. I’ll sate your hunger first, and then I can get you what you need.”
Before Miyuki could gain enough rational thought to ask what he was talking about, Eijun had reached down and shucked off the omega’s pants and underwear all in one go. He lay on the mattress, panting, as Sawamura stood over him. The heat was so intense Miyuki could feel his chest was flushed and panting as fluid seeped out from the head of his cock and from the glands in between his legs.
Eijun cooed at him. “Open your legs,” he ordered softly. Kazuya let his knees fall apart, displaying himself for Sawamura’s viewing pleasure. “So good,” Sawamura purred, “so good for your alpha.”
The words made Miyuki’s breath catch and before he could inhale and recover, Sawamura had plunged two fingers into his wet hole.
“AAAAAaahhh!” Miyuki cried out, startled by the sudden sensations. Eijun didn’t let him recover, thrusting the fingers in and out at a furious pace, leaning down to bite the inside of Kazuya’s thigh and suck hard enough t leave a mark.
“Oh- wha- EIJUN!” Kazuya sobbed, hips rising and thrusting himself back on the merciless digits, trying to find the angle he wanted. Sawamura’s other hand came and pressed on his hips, just above the tip of his cock, holding the omega still.
“Ah, no, no! Naughty omega. Stay still…” Eijun tsked. “What do you say?”
“Ah,” Miyuki grit his teeth, not willing to submit so easily. Sawamura narrowed his molten gold eyes, taking in the tense jaw and averted eyes. He pressed down harder on Kazuya’s hips, stilling all motion, and stopped thrusting his fingers altogether.
“No!” Miyuki cried out, desperately trying to move, but Sawamura held him fast. At a glacial pace, Sawamura removed his fingers all together from the dripping omega hole. “Oh kami, oh kami-” Miyuki babbled incoherently. At the same slow pace, Eijun pulled Kazuya’s hole open and stuck his fingers back inside, gently pressing on the inner walls, like a slow, pleasurable massage. After a minute of this, Kazuya broke. “PLEASE! Please, Alpha! Make me cum, I need to come, it burns!”
Shushing him, Eijun leaned down and kissed away the tears of frustration Miyuki hadn’t even known he’d shed. “My omega,” he cooed fondly. Then, suddenly, he curled his fingers up to the perfect spot and-
“AAAAAAHHHHHH FUUUUUUCK!” Miyuki came so hard his vision blacked out. He couldn’t breathe, and the lack of oxygen only intensified the pleasure rocking through him.Wave after wave of delicious orgasm rolled over him. The soles of his feet tingled and burned with the force of it. Sweat covered every inch of his skin and his hair was drenched. Pheromones permeated the air. Eijun watched in awe as the normally sarcastic and rude omega lost all composure, mouth falling open and glasses askew. Gently, so as not to hurt the now over-sensitive channel, Eijun withdrew his fingers. Miyuki whimpered weakly at the loss. Eijun leaned forwards and kissed Miyuki’s forehead, swiping the sweat-soaked bangs out of his way.
“Sleep,” he ordered. Miyuki’s body was exhausted from the orgasm and the game that came before it. Sawamura knew enough about omegas and heat cycles thanks to his grandfather’s thorough {‘too thorough,’ he thought with a shudder} sex talk when he presented at thirteen. He shed his outer jersey and carefully dressed the naked omega in it, taking pride in the way his jersey looked on the blissed out omega. Carefully, he untucked the covers and drew them out from under Miyuki to cover him instead. After making sure his omega was comfortable and asleep, Eijun quietly left the room.
He ran to his dorm, where he found Kuramochi-senpai waiting. The beta took one whiff of him and cracked up laughing. “Kya-ha-ha! So you two finally did it, huh?”
“No,” Eijun smiled a little. “Not yet,” he added softly.
“Oh? Why are you here anyways?” the green-haired third year asked.
“He didn’t know he was going into heat,” Sawamura explained. “I need to get supplies before the next wave hits him. Can you please let Rei-san and the Boss know that we won’t be in practice or classes for a few days?” As he spoke, Eijun gathered all the things he needed- clothes, blankets, snacks, bottles of sports drinks and water- and stuffed them in his empty book bag.
“Sure,” Kuramochi nodded, suddenly serious. “Hey, are you sure you can do this?”
Eijun paused. “I may not look it,” he began, (uncharacteristically) thinking carefully before he spoke, “but I am an alpha. And Miyuki may not act like it, but he is an omega. It is instinct, mostly. And the stuff that isn’t… well, let’s just say that my grandfather made sure I’d be prepared for anything.” which reminded him… diving under his bed, he rummaged around in a duffel bag before finding the gift his grandfather had sent him for his seventeenth birthday. “Ah, here they are,” he muttered, drawing out a large box of alpha condoms. “Excuse me, senpai,” ignoring the stunned look on Kuramochi’s face, he stuffed the box in the messenger bag with the other supplies and slung it over his shoulder. “I have an omega to take care of. See you in a few days!” he waved over his shoulder as he jogged back to Miyuki’s room.
Just in time! The omega was groggily rubbing his eyes when Eijun re-entered, looking confused. “Where did you go?” Miyuki asked, sounding confused and hurt. It was so adorable, Eijun was not prepared His heart squeezed almost painfully.
“I need to take care of you,” he gestured to the bag he’d thrown down on his entrance. “That means nesting with you. I brought some of my clothes and blankets, fluids to keep us hydrated, and snacks to keep us going. I also brought a few shoujo manga for the bridge periods so we don’t get bored.”
Miyuki blinked at the younger male in bewilderment. “Ha! You never cease to surprise me, Bakamura,” he teased. Eijun bristled at the insult.
“Oi! Shut up, you shitty senpai!” he huffed. “Excuse me for wanting to make this as good for you as possible!”
Miyuki only laughed harder, head back and exposing a very tempting throat to the alpha. Eijun saw his chance and pounced.The laughter was cut off abruptly as teeth found the jugular of the omega, grazing the skin with the slightest pressure. A new wave of heat coursed through the catcher, and he sighed as he felt a rush of pheromones release from his glands. Sawamura purred, inhaling deeply.
“This time, it’s about me,” he warned.
Suddenly - so suddenly that Miyuki didn’t have time to gasp - Kazuya was on his stomach, face pressed into the pillows and ass in the air. The alpha’s elastic waistband was pulled down and a foil packet was ripped open with sharp teeth. The condom slid on easily, and Eijun stuck two fingers in Kazuya’s ass, scissoring them for a moment to make sure he was ready before he withdrew them and replaced them with his cock.
Miyuki screamed and pressed back, wanting him deeper. It felt so good, so big! One of the alpha’s arms slid around Kazuya’s midsection, lifting his knees off the beg to get the exact angle before Eijun withdrew and plunged back in, nailing the prostate on his first try. The oace Sawamura set was brutal and unrelenting, taking his pleasure with little care for the willing body beneath him. Kazuya had to admit… being dominated so completely like this by someone he’d written off as stupid and clumsy… it was hot. The heat was only responsible for about a quarter of how turned on he was, the rest was all Eijun.
The alpha pressed his still clothes chest to Miyuki’s back. Seeing his senpai and catcher dressed in nothing but his jersey, writhing beneath him… Eijun could already feel his knot swelling. Liquid poured out from Miyuki’s hole making squelching noises that only served to make him even more turned on. It seemed impossible, how much pleasure he was getting from this.
“I’m gonna- oh kami-” Kazuya whimpered, pressing his face into the pillows to muffled his cries. “Eijun, I’m gonna-”
The pitcher grabbed a handful of brown hair and pulled, bringing the catcher’s face up so that his cries were more audible. He leaned in and bit the shell of the omega’s ear. “Cum for me, Miyuki Kazuya… now!”
At the order, the small omega cock under them erupted, seamen spraying the sheets as Kazuya came untouched. The orgasm was drawn out as Eijun refused to let up on the older male’s prostate, fuckign him through the aftershocks. Finally, the clenching and slickness became too much and Eijun growled as he came, latching his teeth onto Kazuya’s jugular, not quite hard enough to break the skin. He filled the condom as he kept coming and coming, his knot swelling and locking itself perfectly in the omega’s ass. They both collapsed, Eijun’s warm weight making Kazuya go boneless, content once more as his heat abated.
Sucking on the bitemark he left on the catcher’s neck, Eijun hummed. “Someday,” he murmured to the catcher, “someday I will mark you for real. And you will be mine and no one else’s. I love you, Miyuki Kazuya.”
Stunned, Miyuki tried to come up with a snappy remark through the haze of afterglow and shock. “You’re just saying that because you want me to catch for you forever,” he managed after a long moment of sputtering.
The alpha laughed. “I’d make you do that anyways. Did it ever occur to you why your suppressants didn’t work? If I’m correct, there are only two reasons why they would fail…”
Kazuya felt his eyes widen with realization. “If I was pregnant-”
“Which you aren’t,” Eijun interjected.
“Or if…” he trailed off. “If… my mate was there…”
“Mmmm,” Eijun confirmed, nuzzling his neck. “You’re mine, Miyuki Kazuya. No one else is allowed to touch you because you are my mate.”
Stupid happiness flooded Kazuya, taking him off guard. Sawamura Eijun was his… mate. It was as if he’d just been given the gift he’d never known he’d needed or wanted. He was someone’s mate and Eijun said he loved him. Kazuya felt his eyes water but stubbornly refused to let it show. Instead, he buried his face in the pillows beneath them and sighed.
“Oh, alright,” he conceded, his tone carefully neutral. “I love you too,” he added, much more softly.
They fell asleep like that, still tied together and laying in a pool of sweat and seamen. It was perfect.