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It had been unexpected.
Memories, fairly hazy as to how it got to this point. His cheek was pillowed upon a warm chest while another arm was casually tossed across his middle. Tamaki’s own chest rising and falling with a gentle sort of purr that he hardly left loose even in the confines of his own den. He didn’t dare open his eyes, for one, the morning sun was seeping past the curtains, for another, if this was a rut dream he wanted it to last a bit longer.
Peace hardly came most days.
Squeezing his eyes tighter Tamaki pressed himself closer to the body in front of him. All lines and seemingly sharp edges. He’d be able to tell Kyoya’s body apart from anyone else's. Not to mention the scent of the other alpha. Up close like this it smelled undiluted. Not marred by patches or dampened by suppressors.
A sore spot for the other alpha.
What sort of alpha smells like lavender?
One of Kyoya’s lesser known insecurities. While the rest of his alpha family smelled of varying degrees of usual alpha pheromones, the youngest alpha had been ‘blessed’ with the slightly sweeter scent profile. It was obvious, the ways he always concealed his scent, neutralizing spray before going out into public or meetings.
Practically a beta scent with an alpha appearance.
How could you command fear and respect with such a feminine scent profile?
But now? Laying here, soaking in the soft calming scent, Tamaki couldn’t begin to understand how anyone could be so cruel to someone as accomplished as Kyoya. Back then when they had first met and now well into their adult years.
His nose brushed up against it further, teasing the skin ever so slightly to draw it out more. Kyoya’s chest started to rumble on its own, pleased and content.
Bliss. Utter bliss. Finally, the soft feeling of peace soothed his aching soul. The longing tampered by affection and attention.
Tamaki knew his feelings for the other alpha had started so early on into their friendship. Sure Kyoya had a demeanor edged with spikes. Unwilling to get close with anyone and everyone. Tamaki saw it as soon as he looked hard enough to notice.
Tamaki was the opposite. He drew anyone and everyone in to cover up the gaping feeling in his chest after he made the move from France to Japan. Both of them, two opposing sides of the same solitary coin. Perhaps in recognizing that, Tamaki was doomed from the start. Because all he wanted was to be let in just a little closer than anyone else.
Annoyance, Kyoya had remarked once, voice edged with that familiar tone. Tamaki liked to think it was persistence.
Determination.
His leg bent upwards, intertwining their bodies even closer than before, sticky skin catching and dragging but not stopping the two of them creating further contact.
It was warm. Far warmer than it was in his own bed across town.
Which is where he was when his rut really started to fully settle in for the next couple days. It had been a miserable couple days of pre-rut. No matter how many times or how many different ways he moved things around his instincts were buzzing with discontent. It mattered little how much he scented each piece or rearranged the gifted pieces from his pack, it was dissatisfactory. Outright grating on his frayed nerves as he shoved everything off the bed and restarted his efforts.
Those were quiet now. Hardly a discontented thought or instinct to be found. Even if he couldn’t remember everything that happened a few days ago till now.
Now that he was finally coming down from his rut high it was easier to connect back with his body. Both a fortunate and unfortunate side effect of going through a rut. Usually coming out of his rut felt like a second death. Dehydration from swallowing back claiming venom and vocalizing for a mate, hunger cramps from inability to keep himself well enough fed, and worst of all, skin rashes, from…liquids lingering on his skin for too long.
Sure his skin would feel sticky, that was a given between excessively ejaculating and jacking off. But it was more tacky, like doing a workout and then falling asleep before making it into the shower.
Another thing that he was coming to realize was that there was a dull pain coming from his backside. But given how wrapped up in the other alpha he was, it explained pretty clearly that Tamaki was more so on the receiving end than the giving end a few times throughout his rut.
Which was, fine. If it was him then it was fine.
Though, oddly enough his neck felt strained, aching even. His chest was warm, not just the, ‘it's because you are cuddling with another person warm’ but an internal warmth. But more like a fever located just in your chest. Radiating out from his core into each limb. Which, was certainly not the usual side effect of his rut, historically speaking.
Being what Tamaki considered conscious was all the confirmation he needed to understand that wherever he was, was actually reality and not just another dream. The feelings were too real. Aching sensations too present. Really, he should have realized before this that something was going to give. Especially when Kyoya announced during the group dinner a couple months ago that he and Haruhi were going to start trying for their first pup. After that Tamaki was hyper aware of their scents and demeanor towards one another whenever they got together.
His desperate pining only got worse.
Tamaki was a ticking time bomb, one he was fully aware would implode.
The hand around his middle wandered up and down his torso. Delicate touches that followed the defined lines of his stomach. Except that he couldn’t feel the uncomfortable feeling of his body curving over an arm.
No, this hand wasn’t Kyoya’s at all.
Petal soft lips kissed the back of his neck gently as the air sweetened with waves of honeyed spice. Instead of panicking, fully, realizing that he’d spent his rut in bed with the couple, Tamaki focused on the warmth spreading inside his chest. Filling it full of personified light.
“I’m going to get started on breakfast.” Haruhi whispered over his shoulder, though the comment wasn’t directed at him in particular. Kyoya’s rumbling purr lessened, a sure sign that he too was awake enough that Haruhi noticed without fully looking at him. “Think it’s finally over, hopefully.” She remarked before the warmth at his back disappeared and the bed dipped and a door was softly shut.
Sure fingers found his light locks and started scratching through, gently tugging on stubborn knots. It was almost relaxing enough to put him back to sleep. That is till Kyoya’s chest rumbled. “You’ve always been a terrible liar. It was honestly impressive how long you thought you were fooling everyone. Yourself included.” He sounded smug, amused at his own perception.
His completely correct perception. Both about his attempts to act asleep and his ‘well kept’ feelings towards them both.
Tamaki wanted to squeeze his eyes shut, to make the bubble last a little bit longer before reality came through, bursting it irreparably.
Kyoya’s free hand wrapped around his cock, lazily teasing it in his grip, wrist twisting pleasantly.
Damn him.
Tamaki moaned quietly, tucking himself properly under Kyoya’s chin. He was
sensitive.
Who wouldn’t be after four days of near nonstop stimulation? The hand tossed over Kyoya’s middle flexed, grabbing hold of flesh. “You don’t hav-ve to sound-d so smug about it.” He spit back pathetically, voice roughed up and scratchy. Feeling Kyoya’s chin move in such a way he knew the other alpha was smirking was equal parts embarrassing and affirming.
The alpha twitched and flexed his hips forward when Kyoya’s thumb brushed over a particularly nice place on the head of his cock. “And here I thought you liked me smug sounding, hmm
Daddy
?” Punctuating the pet name Tamaki had given him in high school with a firm downward stroke.
“Do-n’t t-t-tease.” Tamaki whined, biting at Kyoya’s exposed (albeit heavily marked up) neck. Though it didn’t stop the alpha from rutting himself further in and out of Kyoya’s cupped fist.
“Need Haru to come back in and baby you some more? I’m sure she wouldn’t mind more practice before the baby comes.” His voice was warm, even if his tease tone only lessened slightly.
That made Tamaki freeze, fully.
Heart dropping into his stomach.
This was…not the way he thought he would learn that Haruhi was pregnant. “I should, I should go.” He mumbled, attempting to pull away from Kyoya fully. Whatever he had done was a mistake.
Coming here, even in his desperation was a mistake.
Before he could even attempt to extract himself from the bed Kyoya was on top of him, growling in displeasure. Having the other alpha looming over him did terrible things to his brain. It didn’t stop his fully hard cock from bobbing with interest. “And just where do you think you are going?” His voice flickered and rumbled from the growling.
Tamaki shouldn’t look at him. He already committed plenty of sins this week, there is no reason to heap more onto the list.
Shouldn’t.
And yet his eyes finally opened and it was…more than he could imagine, more than his mind supplied into his lustful longing dreams. Kyoya’s hair was messed up, bed head, neck pocked with angry looking teeth marks and dark bruise marks. But the thing that caught his attention was the conflicting look in Kyoya’s eyes.
Kyoya
never
looked like that. The other alpha was sure, firm in his convictions and decisions. But the way he was looking at him now was confusion laced with hurt. “I’ll ask you one more time,” His voice shook, likely holding off another round of vocalizations, “where do you think you’re going?”
“Home?” Answering the question with another question. Realistically he did remember leaving his own home. The drive over had been pure torture to not run every light and manage to not hit any pedestrians.
The other alpha’s brows furrowed in restrained irritation. Bracing himself on one hand Kyoya’s other dug into the side of Tamaki’s neck, causing him to yelp out from the pain. “Idiot. You are home, or does showing up and claiming us both mean nothing?” The hand that pressed against his irritated gland then moved up to stroke up on the matching mark on Kyoya’s neck.
Tamaki’s whole world stilled. Sure, climbing into one of your pack mate’s beds while addled by rut hormones is one thing. It was another thing to find himself in the middle of two mated packmate’s bed and claiming them during his rut was another.
He fucked up, bad this time.
“I can feel your mind running to the worst possible scenario, Haruhi too since biting just one of us wasn’t enough to get you out of a feral state.” Kyoya remarked almost carelessly before lowering himself fully to rest on top of Tamaki’s chest.
Finding his voice was difficult, all the emotions that had been abated by his rut rationality came slamming back full force. All the reasons he told himself that they wouldn’t want him, that Kyoya and Haruhi were happy with one another. Those dark thoughts that would haunt him as he laid in bed alone for another night after a stressful day.
“Do you feel either of us panicking?” Kyoya asked after a long period of silence.
And that was the question of the century wasn’t it?
Faintly, he felt the warmth returning to his chest. The bond hummed quietly between the three of them, at least, what he could determine was peace. Tamaki calmed incrementally the longer they stayed like that. “We had been waiting for you to say something but you kept quiet. Resolve only reached epic proportions of idiocy once we told the group of our decision to try for a pup.”
“How long have you known?” Tamaki’s voice was quiet.
“Answering the whole time sounds condescending. But also claiming that I saw it first would be a lie as well.” More quiet settled between them, the bond churning inside his chest. “Fuyumi. She pointed it out after the first time you visited. Ootori perception.” Kyoya answered easily, like he had been sitting on it for close to a decade.
But that’s what it was.
Years
of secrecy between the two of them, even if they had been best friends for just as long. Further complicated when Haruhi swept into their lives and shook up all of their worlds for the better.
“Haruhi would probably say the same thing. You and I both know that she can be rather dense, lovingly spoken of course. She swept you off your feet the moment you realized she was female and you swept her off hers when you treated her like an equal and not a helpless omega needing to be saved. Essentially we were all doomed from the start. Two of us just decided to not fight it.” His hand moved to intertwine their fingers, despite how they were laying.
“I’m sorry?”
Kyoya huffed out a tired laugh. “Was that a question or a statement?”
“Yes?” Tamaki squeaked out, equally as uncertain as Kyoya placed a kiss to his chest before rolling off of the other alpha to sit up, grabbing his glasses in the process. For as flustered as he was, Tamaki couldn’t help but stare at the angry red lines that cut across Kyoya’s back and shoulders. His seemingly perfect body caught in the crossfire of whatever had happened the past couple of days.
All of them must have made quite a sight.
The silence of the room settles between them, it wasn’t heavy the same way guilt and loneliness felt. Oppressively pushing closer and closer, choking off any rational thought to fend off the weight.
No, this was different, unsettled but not unwanted.
Kyoya’s shoulders moved and lifted with ease into the stretch. Light haloing all around the softened lines of his silhouette. Golden hour makes him even more striking than usual. Takami’s heart flutters in his chest from catching a glimpse of what was once an impossible experience.
“I can feel you.” Kyoya whispers quietly, one hand coming up to press against his own chest. “Rather selfish of you to keep that to yourself for so long.” The same hand falling back down to fist at the rumpled bed sheets.
There was pain in his voice, not only that but inside his own chest there was a flicker of hurt. Cold and unmoving where there was once warmth. The scariest part was that Tamaki could feel that it wasn’t coming from his own soul. As quickly as he could, the alpha braced himself up enough to press himself against Kyoya’s back, wrapping an arm around his bare torso. “I’m sorry.”
Kyoya took a shuddering breath as his hand released its grip on the sheets, leaning back into his hold. While he couldn’t see his face, Tamaki could feel the pain in his soul lessen back into a pleasant warmth. He was well out of his depth but tilting his head down slightly he placed a soft kiss to Kyoya’s shoulder. “Je suis désolé.” Tamaki whispered against his skin, his hand dragging upwards to press against Kyoya’s heart. “I’ll say it as many times and in as many languages as I must, to make up for my selfishness.”
“Just be with us.” He remarked before the soft clatter of utensils shifting against porcelain cut through the room. And just like that the bubble burst again. “Breakfast in bed? I don’t see how he earned that.”
“I earned it.” Haruhi bantered back playfully. “Long week and an even longer day means I deserve breakfast in bed.”
Releasing his hold on Kyoya, Tamaki shifted himself to lean against the headboard, dragging a blanket to cover his own lap. “Haruhi should get breakfast in bed every morning Kyoya!”
Settled.
Like everything has changed and yet nothing has changed at all. As if his life was meant to be tangled with theirs all along. That this reality was meant to be as it was.
“What have I told you?” She asked, getting back into bed and placing the tray on Tamaki’s lap.
“Everything in moderation,” he sighs, “but Haruhi! Everything in moderation is boring.” That playful whine never truly went away from his former high school self.
“Is that why you claimed two people instead of one?”
It was said so casually between bites, like she didn’t just reaffirm that yes, in fact, they were all mates now.
Mates.
His mates.
So for today they’ll eat breakfast in bed, take turns showering, and put on enough clothing to constitute as dress casual. Meet with representatives from their public relations teams to come out with a statement.
And they’ll look across the table and feel that new flutter in their chests and smile.
They won’t solve all their issues in a day but at least they’ll be solving them, together.