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Hanma has no shame in admitting that he’s pouting.
He watches from a distance as Kisaki engages in a serious conversation with Takemichi, likely something to do with Toman. They’d just ended a meeting, though Hanma couldn’t tell you what it was about. He alway tunes out whenever it becomes clear whatever it is won’t lead to him getting to bash someone’s face in.
He kind of feels like doing that now. He mulls the thought over in his head. Maybe if he picks a fight with someone, Kisaki will patch him up after. Hanma’s found that he enjoys that more than the actual fighting these days.
“Hey, what’s your problem?”
He looks up just as Draken drops down to join him where he’s sulking on the steps of the shrine. He realizes, belatedly, that his scent is probably letting the whole gang know how miserable he is.
He doesn’t bother trying to rein it in, instead just sighing dramatically and resting his chin in his hand. “Kisaki won’t let me anywhere near him.”
Draken lifts an eyebrow, confused. Understandable, considering for the past year Hanma’s all but glued himself to Toman’s staff officer, yet to find something capable of detaching him. “How come?”
“His parents are home and he doesn’t want them asking too many questions.”
The other teen shrugs, like it’s not a terrible injustice. “Makes sense. They don’t usually stay for long though, right?”
“It’s been days! He probably doesn’t even smell like me anymore!”
Draken lets out an amused huff and playfully knocks their shoulders together. “You know scenting him like crazy isn’t gonna force him to present as an omega, right?”
Hanma shoves him back with much more force. Kisaki, being the youngest of the founders, is the only one left who hasn’t presented yet. The last one had been Pah-chin, who had confirmed everyone’s assumption that he’d end up as a stereotypical knothead. “Who says I even want him to present as an omega, huh?”
“Yeah, cuz you’d be totally fine if he presents as an alpha, right?”
The older of the two shrugs. “I’d have more of a chance of liking his scent as an alpha than an omega anyways.”
He gets a disbelieving look for that, but it only makes him double down. “I’m serious man! All of the omegas in Toman smell awful.”
Draken looks at him like he’s grown a second head. “What the hell’re you talking about?”
Hanma rolls his eyes, already knowing where this conversation is going. “You kidding me? I swear, I end up with cavities after every Toman meeting. I can’t stand that sweet shit.”
He’s never had a sweet tooth, even when he was a kid. Everyone told him he’d develop one once he presented – since it quickly became obvious he couldn’t be anything BUT an alpha with his height and strength –, but it just never happened.
He doesn’t get why Mitsuya’s response whenever Hakkai loses control of his scent is to laugh and insist he’s always liked lemons anyways, or why Draken started carrying around candy that smells suspiciously like Mikey, or why Baji lets Chifuyu get away with scenting him so much Hanma can never tell which one of them just smacked him in the face with the smell of raw honey when walking into a room.
In the end, he gave up on ever understanding how anyone can like such sickly sweet scents. They all claim to be into it, but Hanma’s convinced they’re full of shit, lying to curry favor with the omegas they’re trying to get at.
Draken scoffs, as defensive of Toman’s leader as always. “Like you’re one to talk. You smell like someone used their wallet for an ashtray.”
Hanma waves the insult off easily. “Yeah yeah, we can’t all smell like a fancy ass coffee shop. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m right.”
He knows most people consider his scent off putting. Charcoal and leather doesn’t exactly have the same comforting appeal as Draken’s coffee and vanilla, or even Baji’s woodsy campfire. He’s been told more than once it makes people think of something valuable being destroyed.
But Hanma’s never cared if anyone likes it. He already hates most people, so if anything he’s grateful he has a scent that keeps them away. And, as luck would have it, Kisaki doesn’t seem to mind it, at least not enough to ever complain too much about Hanma scenting him beyond being annoyed at all the physical contact.
Draken just shakes his head. “Whatever, you’re just mad you can’t court him until his parents leave.”
Hanma gives him an innocent look, ruined by a shit-eating grin. “Courting? I dunno what you mean, man ♡. He hasn’t even presented yet!”
Toman’s Vice President stares right back, unamused. “Sure, it’s not like you scent him every second you’re together, or pay for his food with money you don’t even have, or threaten anyone who looks at him funny.”
The taller alpha just grins even wider. He admits, the way he treats the object of his affection probably borders on overbearing. But he enjoys doing it, and Kisaki never really told him to cut it out. Hell, he even managed to convince him to wear his jacket once. Sure, it was raining in the middle of winter, but it still counts.
“I’m sure if it was a problem he woulda said something by now, dontcha think?”
Draken opens his mouth to respond, but Hanma catches sight of a short, blonde head coming his way and instantly jumps to his feet. He pays no mind to the snort he hears behind him as he starts towards the topic of conversation. “Kisa –”
“No.”
“But –”
Kisaki stops several feet away from him, a stern look on his face. “I am not explaining to my parents why I smell like a random alpha.”
Hanma deflates, pulling a cigarette out of his pack petulantly. “Tch, their timing’s shit, you know that?”
He needs to get as much scenting and quality time in before his rut starts next week. His alpha’s always extra difficult whenever it feels like he hasn’t done either enough, and it makes his ruts a special kind of hell.
Though, to be fair, they’ve been pretty shit in general ever since he met Kisaki. He’d only been coming off his second one at the time, and ever since then he spends each rut anxious and agitated at not having the younger boy within reach, his den feeling more like a prison cell than a comfort.
Even if he didn’t genuinely enjoy scenting and doing things for Kisaki – and he does, he’d give him the world if he could –, his alpha’s left him little choice in the matter. He’s figured out in the past year that the only way to sooth his instincts is to make sure that Kisaki’s taken care of and heavily scented before each rut, but even then it’s only enough to keep himself from going feral.
He once tried to ask his friend to spend his rut with him, just for the sake of calming his alpha. He still laughs whenever he remembers the indignation on Kisaki’s face.
The other boy sighs. “They’ll be leaving for another work trip tomorrow morning, so all you have to do is wait until I’m out of school for the day. Think you can manage that?”
Hanma grins around his cigarette. “I’ll pick you up, yeah? We can get something to eat, my treat.”
Kisaki waves him off, already turning away. “Fine, whatever.”
He smiles after him, even as he hears Draken chuckle behind him. “Not courting my ass.”
—
Kisaki wakes up the next morning covered in sweat and sore on both sides of his neck.
He groans as he sits up. His head feels fuzzy, and he’s hot, abnormally so even for late spring. He blinks a few times before his brain finally seems to catch onto the situation.
He’s presenting, as an omega apparently. How inconvenient.
He drags himself out of bed and towards his door. He knows, logically, what he’s meant to do. He’d prepared himself to some extent, especially once it became clear he was either going to end up a beta or an omega.
But actually carrying everything out is a different matter entirely. He decides a little guidance from an older omega wouldn’t hurt.
He reaches the end of the staircase to see his parents already pulling their luggage into the foyer. “Mother?”
They both look up at him with confused annoyance. They never bother to say goodbye when they leave for a trip, so him seemingly seeing them off is nothing more than an unwanted hold up.
“I….think I’m presenting.”
His parents freeze. They stare at him for a moment, seem to register his flushed face, then stare at each other. Whatever private conversation they have results in his father grabbing his own suitcase and quickly slipping out the front door.
His mother turns to him, a tight smile on her face that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “Well then. I’m sure your school covered the basics, yes?”
Kisaki nods. They’d done a whole section on secondary genders last year in school, though the focus had mostly been on the importance of always wearing scent patches and how heatsharing was something that shouldn’t be taken lightly. Nothing about how to take care of yourself during your first heat. When that question had been asked, everyone was told to simply ask their parents.
His mother claps her hands together loudly. “Great! There should still be some food and water in my minifridge, it has wheels so you won’t need any help moving it, and the maid should have left some sheets in the laundry room that you can use for your – anyways.”
She grabs her luggage in haste. “I’m sure the last thing you want is your parents around for…..this, so we’ll extend our trip for a few more days just in case. I’ll call the maid on the way to the airport to make sure she doesn’t stop by this week, as well as your school to let them know you’ll be missing some classes. Bye, sweetheart! Text us when you’re – when you’re well again!”
She’s out the door before Kisaki can even respond, leaving him alone. He stands there for a moment, suddenly overwhelmed for the first time in almost a year by how empty and imposing his house feels, before climbing back up the stairs. He finds what should be enough water and unexpired food in his mother’s minifridge and wheels it into his own room before taking the basket out of the laundry room and dumping its contents onto his bed.
He picks apart the random assortment of sheets and blankets, trying to let his instincts guide him in building his first nest. But his omega – at least, he assumes the annoying voice in the back of his head is his omega – keeps telling him to smell everything, only to then get agitated when all that does is confirm that they smell like nothing.
He throws the fabric down in frustration. He looks down at the mess critically as he tugs at the chain around his neck, a nervous habit he picked up once he changed up his style.
And he is nervous. He feels out of his depth and completely ill prepared, neither of which he’s particularly familiar with. He’d done his own research, he knows what he needs and the logistics behind getting them. But he has no idea how he’ll go about it once his heat is in full swing.
He’s only ever felt this way twice in his life. Once when Takemichi had dragged him into that fight when they first met, and then a few weeks later when the freshly formed Toman had fought Black Dragon.
But very soon after that he met Hanma, who easily filled in the gaps of Kisaki’s own weaknesses. The older boy always went out of his way to make sure he was safe, that nothing and no one would ever touch him. Evidently, it’s gotten to a point where Kisaki’s forgotten what it’s like not to have someone watching his back at all times.
His omega gets louder the second he thinks of his friend. He tugs harder on his chain. Hanma had given it to him as a gift after his last one broke during a fight. He’d said it was to make up for letting someone get so close in the first place.
Things are always easier when Hanma’s around……
No.
Kisaki shuts that train of thought down immediately. Even an idiot knows how risky it would be to have an alpha around an omega in heat. He’s better than letting his instincts get the best of him.
He rips his shirt over his head, angrily kicking his shorts off and adding both to his nest. He snaps at his omega to shut the fuck up when it starts suggesting going out and getting clothes from Hanma to add to the pitiful pile, forcing himself to climb inside and stay put.
He shifts around, poking and prodding at the different parts of his nest that piss him off and making adjustments wherever he can, when he catches sight of something on his bedside table. He stops moving and hesitantly reaches for it.
It’s a stuffed teddy bear, small and soft and purple. Hanma had given it to him months ago – getting them banned from an arcade in Shinjuku in the process – and always insists on scenting it whenever he comes over. Kisaki brings it up to his face and frowns when the days-old scent doesn’t come through as strongly as he’d expected.
He can’t help but wonder what the alpha is doing right now. Probably waiting until it’s time to pick Kisaki up from school, just like he promised. He always keeps his promises.
Surely it’s fine to simply call him and let him know not to bother driving all the way out here, right? After all, nothing good would come of Hanma raising hell when Kisaki inevitably didn’t show up.
It’s that rationale that has him picking up his phone and dialing the one number he knows by heart.
—
Hanma grins the moment he sees the caller ID. “Hey boss! Is something wrong, you never call me during class? D’ya need me to pick you up early? I can –”
“Hanma, shut up. I’m presenting.”
His brain immediately short circuits. “You’re what now?”
He can practically hear Kisaki’s scowl through the phone. “You heard me, so don’t bother going to my school to pick me up.”
There’s a pause as Hanma takes in those words before asking the first question that pops into his head. “As what?”
It’s a bit of a dumb question. Presenting as a beta is too uneventful to be worth staying home from school, and even the absolute runts that Hanma’s seen call themselves alphas are bigger than the blonde.
But Kisaki Tetta is the most fascinating human being to ever live, so he refuses to assume anything.
“An omega.”
It takes everything in him to fight down the pleased rumble his alpha tries to force out of him. He really did mean it when he told Draken it wouldn’t matter to him what Kisaki presents as. Sure, certain options would have forced him to get a little creative about properly courting Toman’s staff officer – if he was ever even allowed to, that is –, but all he’s ever wanted was to stand by Kisaki’s side. The details around it never mattered.
Kisaki being an omega definitely makes things more convenient, though. Hanma’s alpha certainly agrees.
He’ll just have to get used to whatever overly sweet scent the younger teen develops. Sure, he’s yet to come across a single omegan scent he actually enjoys, but it’s Kisaki. Hanma loves everything about him, so he’s sure he’ll find a way to love his scent too.
A groan on the other end of the line pulls him out of his thoughts. “You alright?”
He gets a miserable, “No, everything feels weird and uncomfortable. This sucks.”
He lets out an amused chuckle, imagining the frustrated frown on Kisaki’s face. “Yeah, it always does the first time. You get used to it eventually, though. Sorta.”
He hears the shifting of fabric on the other end of the line. “Am I supposed to feel so empty?”
Hanma grins wolfishly. He opens his mouth to make a very inappropriate joke when he suddenly hears something wet come through the phone and his mind goes completely blank.
He leans back where he’s sitting on the couch that doubles as his bed whenever the other boy’s parents are home, trying to ignore how tight his pants suddenly feel as he picks up on the sound of Kisaki panting. “Is that – are you – doing something about it?”
He gets an immediate, almost annoyed, “Yes.”
Hanma squeezes his eyes shut and bites his lip. He reaches down and presses his hand against his crotch to try and relieve the mounting pressure.
“What’re you doing, exactly?”
“I just said –”
“I mean, what’re you, y’know, using?”
He’s probably taking advantage of the situation. He knows Kisaki would never entertain this kind of conversation if he weren’t halfway into his first heat.
But hey, if he doesn’t help his friend out here, who will?
He hears a sharp gasp before a quiet, “M-My fingers. It’s not enough, though.”
He mouths a silent “fuck” as he pictures it, Kisaki with his phone in one hand and working himself open with the other. God he feels like he can pop a knot just from the visual alone.
He starts trying to work his pants down. “Have you tried out any of your new heat aids yet?”
He hopes the answer is no. He wants so badly to hear the first time Kisaki takes a knot, even if it’s a fake one.
“Don’t have one.”
Hanma’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as he struggles with his zipper. “Whaddya mean you don’t have one?”
“I – my parents didn’t leave me any.”
He blinks, confused. He’s never heard of an omega going through a heat without some form of knot. From what he knows about heats, that would be like pure torture.
But maybe it’s different for a first heat? Maybe they’re milder or something, less sexual?
Or maybe Kisaki just doesn’t need one. He’s always been special, after all, so maybe his heats are special too. Either way, there’s no need to overthink it.
Hanma shakes his head and refocuses, popping the button of his pants open. “Ok, then, you built a nest already, yeah? What’d you use for it?”
He tries to remember if he left anything in his friend’s room before being banned temporarily. Unfortunately, Kisaki has always been thorough in removing all traces of a strange alpha whenever his parents are home, so the chances of him having a spare jacket or sweatshirt for his nest are slim.
Thankfully, Hanma does remember scenting the hell out of the stuffed animal he once gifted the other boy before he left. He’d had to pry open a claw machine at an arcade for that one. Sure, Kisaki complained about getting in trouble at the time – well, complained about him getting caught –, but he still never got rid of Hanma’s symbol of affection, and that made it more than worth it.
He closes his eyes, imagining the blonde humping it frantically to get through the worst of his heat and keeping it by his head, the most prized spot in an omega’s nest, in between waves. He rubs the palm of his hand against the growing wet spot on the front of his boxers as he stifles a groan.
“Why are you asking so many questions? What, are you getting off on this or something?”
He can’t help but grin. Always observant, this one. “A-ha, ya caught me ♡.”
Kisaki makes a sound somewhere between a huff and a whine. Hanma smiles wider as the wet noises start coming faster and louder. The omega can play at being annoyed all he wants, but he still hasn’t told him to stop, so why should he?
“C’moooon, you can trust me. Whatcha got in there?”
He can practically hear the eye roll through the phone. “Just – just some sheets and blankets from the wash.”
Hanma tilts his head to the side, his hand slowing down. He doesn’t know much about nests, but he’s pretty sure he heard somewhere that the scents are the whole point.
Although, that usually came from alphas bragging about omegas begging for something with their scent on it to add to their nests, so he wouldn’t be surprised if that part’s an exaggeration. Maybe his parents just being around is enough?
The thought of Kisaki’s parents makes his hand stop entirely, suddenly remembering the very real possibility of them walking in on their son having phone sex with a delinquent. “Hey, your parents already checked on you and everything, right? Like, they won’t be knocking on your door with a mid-heat snack anytime soon or anything?”
Kisaki’s voice comes out much more strained. “They’re not – they left already.”
“Great, so they won’t be back for a while then!”
He makes a small, frustrated sound, surely wearing the irritated frown he always does whenever he has to explain himself. “No, I mean they left for their trip already.”
Hanma freezes. “Wait, they still went? Didn’t you tell them you were presenting?”
Kisaki swallows hard enough for him to hear, and he winces at the realization he’s hit a sore spot. “I did. They chose to extend it.”
Hanma feels his alpha start to stir, the protective parts of his instincts that didn’t exist until he met the smaller boy starting to kick in. He may have learned most of what he knows about secondary genders through less than trustworthy sources, but it’s a known fact that omegas shouldn’t be left alone during their heats. Even if they’re unmated and don’t have anyone to heatshare with, they need their family or pack to make sure they still eat and drink water. The space in between waves just isn’t long enough for them to do it themselves.
But maybe he’s missing something. He’s an alpha, after all, and he’s sure Kisaki knows what he’s doing. He always does.
Still, Hanma pulls his hand out of his pants, officially more curious than he is horny. “But they did leave you shit, right? Food or whatever?”
A breathy, bitter laugh comes through. “They left me a fridge full of half expired food and water. That and an unscented nest are supposed to get me through the next six days.”
Hanma says nothing at first, quietly wondering how mad a post-heat Kisaki would be if he hunted down the boy’s parents and ripped them open with his teeth like his alpha wants him to. Then a high-pitched, pained keen pulls him out of his murderous thoughts, and he immediately rushes to comfort his friend. “Hey hey, you’re ok, you’re gonna be ok, I swear.”
“Is it supposed to hurt this much?”
“I…..”
Hanma has no idea. He knows heats are supposed to be uncomfortable and probably a little painful, especially without a mate to heatshare with, but that’s about it. Right now, all he knows is his alpha’s nagging at him to comfort the omega, to go to him and do everything in his power to make the hurt go away.
But he can’t. There’s no way in hell he’d be able to hold himself back if he sees Kisaki like this, and he still has enough brain function left to be horrified at the thought of actually, physically taking advantage of him.
Kisaki’s voice breaks him out of his spiral.
“Hanma, I…..I’m…...”
It suddenly hits him just how dire the situation is. Kisaki’s a newly presented omega, left completely alone without anyone to help him through it, on top of the fear of being abandoned that already existed inside of him to begin with. If there was ever a situation for an omega to drop, it would be this one.
Hanma’s heard about omega drops before. People in his neighborhood would gossip about it, about how broken omegas would get once they’ve been used up and tossed aside by their alphas. No scents, no heats, no instincts to guide them.
The thought of that happening to Kisaki before he even has a chance to become a proper omega makes Hanma feel desperate and his alpha howl.
“Hey, what do you need? Anything, ask me anything and I’ll get it for you. Just tell me how to help you.”
The smaller boy lets out a distressed whine that shatters Hanma’s heart.
“I need you.”
He grabs the keys to his bike and is out the door before he even registers that he’s moving. “I’m coming, just gimme ten minutes, I promise I won’t let you be alone. Just wait for me, alright?”
Hanma catches some sort of sound that he can only take as acknowledgement. He reluctantly hangs up the phone, kicks his bike into gear, and sets off.
—
Kisaki tosses and turns as he fails to get comfortable in his nest. It's a perfectly good nest by this point. Stable, and spacious enough that he has plenty of room. But despite this, his omega won’t stop whining and insisting that it’s missing something, stressing him out to no end.
He’s not completely in the dark. He’s looked into the psychological aspects of presenting. The desperation, the shameless desire for company and care. All fairly typical emotions when experiencing a heat.
From what he knows, though, his omega is supposed to be whining for an alpha, not a specific alpha. That’s only supposed to happen once it’s picked an alpha it actually wants to mate with.
“Imprinting” is what his research called it. It’s what happens when an alpha has properly proven themselves to be a worthy mate. He’s never even heard of it happening any sooner than the latter half of a courting.
Yet, the cries going off in his head keep repeating one name, keep flashing one face in front of his eyes, keep making him itch for the smell of burnt leather.
Where is he why isn’t he here where is Hanma he said he was coming where is our alpha why isn’t he –
“I don’t KNOW why he’s not here yet! Just shut up!”
Kisaki shoves a pillow over his head in a futile attempt to drown out the voice. He can’t handle having his worst fears vocalized.
He grabs for his phone to try and see how much longer he’ll have to wait, but finds his mind so fuzzy he’s unable to read the numbers. Even if he could, he doesn’t think he’d be able to do such simple math right now anyways.
With nothing left to do but wait, he can’t help but succumb to the anxieties swirling around in his head. Has it been ten minutes already? Why is Hanma not here yet? Is he really not coming? Was it all a lie?
He finally takes his hand out of his boxers. It’s no use at this point, nothing he does relieves the aching emptiness inside of him.
Tears force their way out of his eyes as he tries to come to terms with doing this by himself. His vision starts to black out around the edges as a lethargy he’s never felt before starts to take hold of him. He lets it. Maybe this’ll all be easier if he just sleeps through the whole thing.
He’s fallen so deeply into despair he doesn’t hear his window open, or feel the heavy weight drop down onto his bed. He only realizes he’s not alone when he’s suddenly enveloped in a scent that reminds him of his favorite leather jacket, warm and comforting and familiar.
—
Hanma climbs through Kisaki’s window to find the newly presented omega lying damn near listless in a scentless nest. He tries to force his own to be as calming as possible as he reaches over to gently turn the blonde’s chin until unfocused eyes land on him.
“Hey, Kisaki. I’m here, look at me, I’m right here, just like I said.”
Kisaki reaches for him, clutching tightly onto the front of his shirt, and Hanma, like always, gives him exactly what he wants.
The smaller boy buries his face in his scent gland as soon as he has the alpha in his arms, inhaling so deeply it’s like he’s trying to fill every inch of his lungs with smoke.
Hanma does the same, desperately searching for the new scent, the proof he hadn’t gotten here too late. It’s much fainter than it should be, but it’s still enough to make his eyes roll back into his head as it fills his senses with the smell of sweet, floral wine.
He knew Kisaki would have the perfect scent. A sweetness that’s more of an underlying flavor rather than straight sugar, enveloped in the heady, strong smell of fermented fruit. Only Kisaki could have the one omega scent that doesn’t make Hanma gag the moment he catches a whiff of it.
He takes the scent gland into his mouth, sucking and nibbling to coax out more of the addicting smell. Kisaki gasps and throws his head back, giving Hanma more space to work with until his scent is back at a healthy strength.
Once enough time has passed that he’s sure the middle schooler’s safely giving off as much of his scent as a presenting omega should be – and maybe a few seconds more –, Hanma pops his mouth off. Lost in the new scent, he whispers every thought that comes to mind into a tan, sharp jaw.
“God, of course your scent would be perfect too. Everything about you is perfect. You’re the perfect omega, the best omega, with the best scent.”
Slowly but surely, the color starts to come back to Kisaki’s face, and he becomes more responsive, moving with a different kind of urgency now. He goes from simply clinging onto Hanma’s shirt to tugging on it, clearly trying to get it off him.
He helps him the rest of the way, yanking it over his head. He watches as Kisaki immediately starts fussing with it as he adds it to his nest, right at the top, the first official scented item. Overwhelmed, Hanma cups the back of his neck and brings their lips together.
He’d always imagined their first kiss a bit sweeter, more innocent. He knows that beneath that cold, calculating demeanor, Kisaki’s something of a romantic.
But he can’t exactly say he minds either. Not with how Kisaki is so lost in it he doesn’t even notice the drool dribbling out of the corners of his lips, or how he lets the alpha fuck his tongue into his mouth with nothing more than a low moan.
Eventually, he starts pawing clumsily at Hanma’s pants, who chuckles into the kiss before reaching down and pushing his hands away to get them off himself. He slides them down along with his boxers before all but tearing the other boy’s off as well, his already small amount of patience having reached its limit.
This time he doesn’t fight the pleased rumble that vibrates out of his chest at the sight of Kisaki bare beneath him. He lets his hands travel down his heaving chest, over his leaking cock, before reaching between his legs to the source of his slick. He presses inside and lets out a moan of his own, feeling the way the omega trembles around his fingers.
“Come on.”
He barely has time to react when Kisaki grabs him by the base of his own, much larger cock, right where his knot is already starting to form, and tugs. The older teen grunts as he lets himself fall forward into the space between his legs.
Hanma knows he’s supposed to be making him present, supposed to be forcing him to submit or whatever. It’s the norm, after all. What’s expected of him, what his instincts are supposed to be pushing him to do.
But his alpha seems perfectly content to let the smaller boy move him where he wants, more concerned with pleasing the omega it’s claimed as its own than asserting dominance, and Hanma certainly won’t complain about getting to look Kisaki in the face when he finally knots him.
He lets the blonde guide him inside, groaning at the tight, wet heat of his body. He buries his face into a tan shoulder and grabs onto thin, pale thighs, marveling at the difference in skin tone and already planning to map out every inch of the body beneath him later on as he slowly eases himself the rest of the way in.
He holds still for a moment to keep from popping his knot before they’ve even begun. But Kisaki doesn’t give him much time to catch his breath, immediately starting to whine and wriggle and urge him to move, and Hanma doesn’t think twice before he starts steadily moving his hips.
He wasn’t supposed to have his rut for another week. Sure, sometimes he’s off by a day or two, but he’s always been pretty consistent.
And yet he can feel the dial on his senses turn up to the max setting, feel his alpha start to take over more and more as his claiming teeth drop against his will and his thrusts become more frantic, until all he can hear is the wet smacking of his hips against Kisaki’s.
He pulls back just enough to press their foreheads together, letting the omega moan and purr right in his face as he fucks him into the mattress. “Fuck, you feel so good, so tight, you’re so fucking perfect, wanna ruin you for anyone else, be the only one to ever touch you, I’ll kill any other alpha that tries, you’re the best, you’re everything, you’re mine, you –”
Kisaki lets out a choked gasp, his eyes going wide and looking at Hanma with a desperation he didn’t know the normally-stoic boy was capable of.
“I love you.”
Hanma had thought he was far from knotting, that he had more time to enjoy this. But the moment those three words register his body locks them together. “Ah – Shit!”
His hips keep moving on instinct, jerking back and forth in their now limited range. He shoves his face into the pillow next to Kisaki’s head to keep from biting him.
Every inch of Hanma is thrumming with the need for it, the need to claim, but the parts of his brain still running on more than just primal instinct hold him back, because Kisaki doesn’t want that, would kill him if he –
He freezes when the blonde suddenly clamps down around him, his body getting impossibly tighter as he trembles. “Kisa –”
Hanma’s cut off by the sharp, telltale prick of omegan teeth sinking into his scent gland. He stiffens, forced over the edge as the feeling of being tied to Kisaki once and for all, in every way imaginable, washes over him.
He doesn’t think twice when he sinks his own teeth into Kisaki’s neck, drinking that sweet, savory nectar straight from the source.
—
Kisaki wakes from his first heat purring. Why shouldn’t he? His nest smells perfect, there’s a warm weight across his back, a solid, firm bed beneath him, and a steady rhythm beneath his ear.
Wait.
His eyes snap open. He moves to sit up, but only makes it halfway before wincing at the dull ache in his lower back.
But it’s far enough to see Hanma beneath him, in his nest and just as naked as Kisaki is. His gaze lands on the bite mark on the alpha’s neck, and he immediately reaches up to his own, feeling the telltale raised skin beneath his fingers.
Memories of the past few days flash before his eyes. He remembers the sex, the kissing, the claiming. He remembers Hanma making him feel good every time his omega needed it, and keeping him fed and hydrated in between. Hell, he even remembers being fucked until he passed out.
Worst of all, he remembers saying those three terrifying words, remembers chanting them over and over again shamelessly, and feels himself start to panic.
“K’s’ki?”
He pulls himself out of his own head to see Hanma rubbing at his eyes. Kisaki wasn’t making any kind of noise or movements to warrant waking him up. He’s long since learned how to have a panic attack silently.
But when Hanma drops his hands, his eyes are already cautiously concerned. Kisaki can smell his concern, something he’d never been able to do before presenting. He can feel it, too, somewhere deep inside of him where his omega resides, and he quickly deduces that that has more to do with their matching scars than anything else.
He shoves the looming anxiety down and tries to steady his voice as much as possible when he asks, “What the fuck happened?”
Hanma pushes himself up onto hands, a sly smirk on his face. “A lot.”
Kisaki tightens his jaw, reminding himself that things always go more smoothly with his subordinate when he’s as straightforward as possible. “Why did you bite me?”
He gets a cheeky grin for that one. “Cuz you bit me first.”
He feels his left eye start to twitch. “Hanma, why are you even here?”
The alpha grins wider and he immediately regrets asking. “Cuz you asked me to come.”
Kisaki snarls at him, his top lip curling up in fury. “I was in heat you asshole. Why on earth would you take it seriously? What kind of opportunistic –”
“You were gonna drop.”
That stops him cold. They’d talked about drops very briefly in school, about it being a result of failing at your secondary gender and the public shame associated with it, and what he’d found in his research hadn’t said much more beyond how it makes finding a mate near impossible.
Hanma gives him an uncharacteristically serious look. “I’ve heard horror stories about that kinda shit, y’know. How it fucks you up in a way you can’t come back from. I couldn’t just not do anything. I’d rather die than let that happen to you.”
Kisaki doesn’t respond at first, absorbing this information. Even if he didn’t know Hanma would never lie to him, he can tell through their bond how sincere he’s being. He tries to remember that first day, but all that comes to him is the memory of immense pain.
He sighs, accepting the fact that things could have gone much worse and that this situation seems to have been the lesser of two evils. He figures he could’ve picked a worse mate.
Hanma’s strong, and protective. Kisaki’s barely had to take part in a fight since meeting the alpha. He’s also not opposed to fighting dirty like most of their friends are, which is definitely a plus.
What’s more, Hanma’s loyal, almost to an unhealthy degree. Kisaki’s seen other omegas try to entice him to court them in the past. Pretty omegas, far more submissive than he would ever be.
And every time, the older boy would swat them away as if they were nothing more than pesky flies buzzing around him. He’s never taken his eyes off of Kisaki, even for a second.
He’s definitely not a mate his parents would have picked for him, though. The delinquent’s far from “appropriate” in any sense of the word.
But it’s clear Kisaki’s omega disagrees. From the moment it awakened it called for Hanma, needed him to feel safe and secure, and solidified that it had chosen him for its alpha when it locked onto him after being knotted.
An “omega lock” is the colloquial term for it. Incredibly rare, and only happens when both the individual and their omega are equally certain that the alpha knotting them is their ideal mate.
And, begrudgingly, Kisaki can't really deny that sentiment, as much as he might want to. Hanma makes him laugh, and he listens to him, and he finds everything about him, even the embarrassing, boring things, endlessly exciting. He’s fun, in a way the blonde didn’t even know was possible before meeting him.
Kisaki studies the older teen’s face, narrowing his eyes at the easy smile that’s found its way back there. He’s used to Hanma not taking much seriously, but this feels excessive even for him. “Why are you so calm about this?”
The taller of the two just shrugs and casually wraps his arms around him, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “Cuz I’ve always been yours, since the day we met. The only difference is now you’re mine, too ♡.”
Kisaki huffs as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Well you certainly made sure of that, now didn’t you.”
“Hmm? Whaddya mean?”
“You seriously expect me to believe you didn’t think scenting and practically courting me for a year would incline my omega to imprint on you as soon as I presented?”
Hanma bursts out a laugh, which only furthers Kisaki’s irritation. “Well, if you thought it would be such a problem, how come you never stopped me?”
He glares out of the corner of his eye. “Would you have even listened if I had?”
“Course I would. You know I always listen to you ♡.”
Kisaki blushes at the soft, teasing tone of his voice. He does know that, and Hanma knows that he knows that. The simple truth is, he hadn’t told the alpha to stop simply because he hadn’t minded.
But the idea of vocalizing that, of admitting he had enjoyed being so openly wanted, is absolutely humiliating.
Thankfully, Hanma seems to know that too, pulling him in even closer. “A-ha, you don’t have to say it. I can feel it anyways now that we’re bonded ♡.”
He leans down and nuzzles Kisaki’s scent gland, making him blush even harder. He’d gotten so used to smelling like nothing, and then smelling like nothing but Hanma. The idea of having his own, unique scent feels foreign to him.
He hadn’t noticed it when he first presented, but now with his mate rubbing his face into his gland the scent comes through strong enough for him to hone in on it. It’s sweet, but not overly so. It reminds him of his favorite flower, actually, though it’s much sharper.
The memory of Hanma grimacing at Sanzu’s scent when the fifth division captain had first presented, complaining loudly about finding the floral smell overwhelming and unattractive, makes its way to the forefront of Kisaki’s mind. He can’t help but wonder if the alpha feels the same way about his own scent.
He frowns to himself, unable to figure out how to ask without sounding pathetic. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t. He knows Hanma can’t stand the sweetness that comes with an omega’s scent, and their bond would make it impossible for him to lie about liking it, even if he tried.
“What’s wrong?”
Kisaki stiffens and tries to reign in his scent. He’s definitely going to have to do something about people being able to smell his emotions. It’s far too inconvenient. “Nothing.”
Hanma pulls back to look at him with an amused smirk and a raised eyebrow. “Even if I couldn’t smell it on you, we’re bonded, remember?”
Kisaki sighs. Looks like there’s no avoiding this conversation. “How do I…..smell?”
Hanma instantly brightens, bringing his face back into his neck. “Fuck, you smell amazing. Like that fancy ass wine we stole from your parents once.” He giggles. “Course you’d smell rich as hell ♡.”
He leans back to give Kisaki a questioning smile. “What, you don’t like it?”
No, I was worried YOU wouldn’t like it. The omega settles on as much of the truth as his pride can manage. “I’m just…..not used to having a scent. It’s weird.”
Hanma kisses his jaw affectionately. “Well if it’ll make you feel better, I can just keep scenting you like crazy so you smell like you always do.”
Kisaki gives him a deadpan look. “You just don’t want anyone else to smell me.”
The other boy grins shamelessly and winks at him. “That obvious?”
“Painfully.”
Hanma laughs, bright and loud as always, before going back to kissing every bit of bare skin he can reach. “Guess I’ll just have to stake my claim some other way.”
His hands start to wander until Kisaki grabs him roughly by the hair and yanks his head away. “No.”
“Aaaaaw, why not?”
He huffs. “Well, besides the fact that I’d like to have a functioning spine and the ability to walk in the future –”
Hanma, completely undeterred, leans over as far as he can to drop kisses on Kisaki’s shoulder. “I’ll be gentler this time, I swear.”
“I don’t think you’ve ever been gentle with anything in your life.”
Hanma takes the gold chain – by some miracle still intact – into his mouth briefly before giggling into his collarbone. “I can learn for you ♡.”
Kisaki scowls at the warm feeling that creates in his chest before continuing. “Regardless, we can’t actually stay in bed all day. We have a lot we need to take care of.”
It’s going to take a lot of work to clean up this mess, literally and figuratively. He’ll have to live in scent patches for the foreseeable future to keep his parents from finding out. Not to mention he has to figure out how to explain this…...situation to everyone in Toman.
But Hanma’s hands continue on their path down his body, seemingly having learned in the past few days exactly where the right places to touch him are. “C’moooon we’ve got time, right? How long did you say your parents were gonna be gone again?”
Kisaki’s grip on the alpha’s hair loosens as he feels himself start to slick up. Damn post-heat. “A week, originally, but they extended their trip.”
Hanma hums, leaning forward until his cheshire cat grin is just a hair’s breadth away from Kisaki’s pout. “Sounds like we got all the time in the world.”
They don’t, actually. His school surely knows his heat is over by now, and their friends have to be wondering where the two of them disappeared to.
And yet, he doesn’t turn away when Hanma closes the gap between them. Instead, he lets himself be laid back down into the comfort of his own nest as he’s finally kissed properly after his mess of a first one.
He’s newly mated to the most insufferable alpha to ever live. Surely he’s earned some pampering, right?