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Heat was annoying.
Preheat was worse.
Heat was a week of endless suffering mixed with ecstasy, instinct taking his mind till all he could do was feel and beg.
Preheat was mostly just suffering… his brain much too alert to the prickling just under his skin.
What he needed was a good dicking.
Good thing Shinya knew just where to get one.
Well technically he knew two but one could always be counted to be in one place at this particular time of day. The other was God-knew-where slacking off or getting himself killed… There wasn’t much in-between when it came to Guren Ichinose. It’s what made him… him… All tall, dark, and defiant and-
Fuuuck.
Shinya had to lean against a wall for a moment, let his head clear. He glared at one of Seishiro’s subordinates who’d stopped to leer at him. It was a dumb fucker… the most Beta Alpha to ever Alpha… slimy as hell too… Well one would have to be to follow Seishiro around.
Still…
Two days…
Two more days and then he could just not think for a week-
“Take another step and you won’t have a knot anymore.”
“Shouldn’t you be nesting? You’re what?” the Alpha inhaled, making a show of it, “I’d say thirty-six? hours away from letting me bend you over and-”
Byakkomaru was in his hand before he’d even really thought about it, “I wouldn’t finish that sentence. Walk away you might still have something to brag about.”
The Alpha gave him a dirty look and sauntered off. Byakkomaru disappeared in a burst of flames and Shinya moved on down the hall to the door he wanted a few corridors away. Aoi didn’t look pleased to see him but he didn’t care. It wasn’t his fault she’d presented as a Beta.
He knocks twice and then opens the door, “🎝 Brother..🎝” he slips in a closes the door and slinks across the floor to the Alpha focused on paperwork at his desk.
“Shouldn’t you be nesting?” he asked without looking up.
It doesn't sound as condescending when Kureto asks, “Tonight…” he leaned over the desk on his forearms to get closer to the Alpha’s face… and neck, “I have something else in mind first though…”
Kureto finally looks up, the amber simultaneously shards of ice and molten lava, “Do you…”
Shinya doesn’t know how he does it, “I do…” and reaches out to run a finger along the back of Kureto’s hand, “Alpha.”
Kureto’s eyes shift, running a hot line down what he can see of Shinya and then back up to his eyes, “Let me finish this one first. The rest can wait.”
Shinya tilts his head at the paperwork, noting it’s a report for their father, and grudgingly agrees that that one does indeed need to be done today, now. He’ll have to wait whether he wants to or not. The itch under his skin grows now that he's in a closed space with Alpha scent swirling so thick in the air. He ends up looking out the massive window, trying his damndest to focus on something not Kureto.
“Do you want me to call Guren.”
It takes a moment for Shinya to connect the dots, for the meaning to make sense, “You’d do that?”
“You seem worse off than usual… I could take care of you properly, but it'll take more time than I have this afternoon,” Kureto glanced over at him, “And I know for a fact that you have a few reports of your own to finish by the end of the day and you can’t unless you’re thinking clearly.”
He’s right…
He’s always right.
Shinya lowkey hates him for that.
“Come here.”
That was quicker than he thought it’d be...
Shinya makes himself move, goes to stand between Kureto’s knees, feels hands on his waist. Kureto’s fingers skim his waistband and dip to tug his shirt loose. They slip underneath and the skin-on-skin is too much but not enough. He goes to undo his uniform, opening it and letting the jacket slide off to the floor. His belt and pants were undone and slowly pushed down. He toed out of his boots and stepped out of the offending clothes. Kureto kicked them out of the way and hoisted Shinya upon the desk. He didn’t move for a moment as the Alpha ran his hands up his legs, skimming and kneading the insides of his thighs before nudging them apart and… slowly… leaning in. Shinya tensed, feeling Kureto’s hot breath on him. There was a pause with nothing but the ticking of the clock on the wall.
He ran fingers through the shorter black hair, “Please.”
The tip of a tongue touched him, making him jolt. Kureto’s hands grabbed his waist, holding him still as he took the head into his mouth, giving it a hard suck. Shinya bucked, his thighs gripping the Alpha’s head.
“Fuck…”
Kureto broke away, making Shinya whine, and pushed him into his back on the desk. His hands grabbed Shinya’s, pinning them above his head, “These stay here. Understood?” Shinya nodded, wriggling under the Alpha to get some friction. Kureto let go and instead trailed both hands down his bare sides till he grabbed the underside of his thighs, spreading them as wide as they’d go, “These stay here… Yes?”
Yes, yes anything. Just please get on with i-
“Shinya.”
“Yes!”
Fingertips with just a hint of nail trailed up his thighs and back down and he was dragged till his ass was hanging off the desk. A hot mouth engulfed him as a pair of fingers slid into slick heat. Shinya arched with a throaty squeak, trying to keep his limbs where they were supposed to be.His brain was fuzzing but not enough. It was so good and yet torturous. Kureto had always been so good with his fingers and he was driving him to a quick end… but it was never that simple.
Just as Shinya was ready to pitch over the edge, the Alpha eased off. Shinya’s chest heaved, feeling unfulfilled and frustrated. His dick throbbed and everything else felt empty. Fingers prodded at his ass and the tongue returned, this time licking at his core. It was better and worst and- oh fuck- Shinya always forgot how long Kureto’s tongue was.
He didn’t hear the door and apparently neither did Kureto who still had his face pressed between his legs, eating him like Shinya just might be his last meal. He’s not even sure what alerted him to the other presence in the room. There was just some distant niggling and he forced his eyes open just enough to see the fuzzy image of Guren standing there, tossing a talisman at the door to seal it.
The build is sudden and all at once, he’s there and tumbling, back arching as he screams.
As he comes back down, it’s to Guren staring down at him, looking vaguely unimpressed… or he might have if he hadn’t that ravenous look on his face.
“Warmed up I see.”
“No thanks to you,” Kureto replied from the other side of the desk.
“You could’ve waited,” Guren snarked.
“You know how he gets,” there’s a clink of a belt and the shift of heavy fabric.
“Mm,” Guren a finger down Shinya’s chest and cups his face, “Hitting you sooner than you thought?”
“Something… like that,” Shinya replied, “I have a few reports due before I can leave tomorrow and…” he trailed off to fiddle with Guren’s pants, “I need it.”
“I won’t stop you,” Guren verbally shrugged, touching Shinya’s throat. Shinya scoots himself up the desk and unbuckles Guren’s belt and pants with absolutely no help from the Alpha. It didn’t matter though. He had what he wanted and was already sucking on it. Guren leans over the desk with a grunt, letting Shinya take all of him. Fingers slip into him again, making Shinya moan around Guren. The Alpha growls low to avoid a different noise, rolling his hips a little. Shinya has the faint idea that the Alphas are having a staredown over the desk. Kureto fingering him and making Shinya lose it which, in turn, makes Guren lose it and Kureto’s just smug that he controls it all.
Guren yanks himself away and pulls Shinya across the desk, yanking Shinya from another orgasm as Kureto's fingers slip free. A few things get knocked over in the process and fits himself between Shinya’s legs. His lips are bruising, his tongue dominant. He grabs Shinya’s ass, rutting up into him. A second set of hands push him off the desk and then back onto a lap where lips attach to the back of his neck.
What to do…
In heat, it won’t matter so much who’s where as long as he’s being fucked by one or both.
Now though… now he has control over himself, can decide how this goes more than he will in a couple of days…
Guren… He loves Guren so much. He hates Mahiru for the pull she had over him… continues to have over him. He’ll never be Shinya’s and it’s her fucking fault. If Shinya could, he’d rip her out of Guren’s head and destroy her. They could run away then… go find somewhere secure enough from the vampires to live out the rest of their days…
Kureto is the one who’s keeping him alive though. If not for him, Shinya would've died when Mahiru had. Shinya supposes the Alpha loves him in his own way, twisted as it is. Because Kureto’s not right in the head either… He hides it better, but he’s fucked... just like Shinya… and Guren… with so many inner scars…
Maybe it’d be ok to carry his pup… It’d keep him useful for another few years without Kureto having to come up with more bullshit to justify his continued existence. Tenri's getting near the end of his tolerance for that... but he wouldn’t kill Shinya off if he was pregnant with a Hiragi pup and said pup was weaned at least…
It’d give the old Alpha time to die off… or for Kureto to end him and take over.
Maybe Shinya should let it happen… let him fuck a litter into him… give himself that two years to find a way to get rid of Mahiru and claim Guren for his own.
Shinya hates preheat…
Heat doesn’t let him think like this.
He leans his head back to rest on Kureto’s shoulder, “Fuck me.”
They turn him around and prop him up so he’s stradling Kureto’s lap. Slick’s leaked though not like it will in another couple of days. Still, it’s enough for Kureto to simply slide in and bottom out in one. Shinya throws his head back, this time against Guren’s shoulder and whines. Guren presses up against him, molding his back to Shinya’s front. The Omega feels the other’s dick against his ass and wiggles it a little while rolling against Kureto who hasn’t moved yet. Fingers prod his nether, gathering slick and slip into his ass, tow fingers at once which burns a little. Shinya pitches forward, wrapping his arms around Kureto’s neck and riding him a little as Guren scissors him. Kureto’s hand steady his hips, nose buried in his neck. Guren’s fingers leave and there’s another pair of hands on him as he’s eased back down and onto another dick.
Both are alot.
It’s like being split open.
It hurts.
It’s wonderful.
He finally feels his brain shut down and just lets him feel. His forehead stays on Kureto’s shoulder as the Alphas figure out a rhythm between them, alternating and not giving Shinya a chance to breathe. It’s too much and he winces in pain, but they’re both hitting good spots and he’s about to burst. Kureto’s grunting and lowly moaning into his throat and Guren’s quiet but there’s hot puffs of air against the back of his neck that tells him how close the Alpha is. It hits him like a freight train, leaves him to white out for a moment only to come back as the Alphas are nearing theirs. Both of them bite into his neck, hard enough to leave a mark but not enough to break skin. It sets him off again, clenching so hard both Alpha instantly cum and knot. He bites his lip, feeling both swell and the tightness makes him see stars.
Nobody moves.
They can’t or he’ll tear.
Hearts slow as they wait the knots out. He feels full, sloshy. His head’s cleared enough to focus for a few hours and get his work done now. Still… it’s a full twenty minutes before they move. He feels it drip down his legs and makes a face. Kureto hands him tissues as Guren rights himself. He takes over helping while Kureto gathers their clothes and puts his on. Shinya dresses, noting his pants are wrinkled and his shirt reeks but he doesn’t care enough. He’ll be a mess again tomorrow anyway.
“You’re nesting tomorrow right?” Guren asked in that bossy way of his that covers his poor mothering tendencies.
“Yea…”
“I’ll drop off a few things around lunch then.”
Shinya offers a smirk, “You might not make it back to the office if you do that.”
“I can if I toss it at your face and run,” Guren replied, “Or I could just not bring anything.”
“You hear that, Kureto? Guren doesn’t want to switch off with you this round.”
Kureto just chuckles behind him, “That would be a shame.”
Guren knows he’s been caught and Shinya grins.
He can't live without either of them... not now... maybe not ever...