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Toji stays quiet, in the background , like a piece of furniture. At meal times he always eats alone with his tray of food. No one bothers him, and he bothers no one. He isn't permitted to dine with the rest of his family.
No one pays him any mind. Except for little Naoya.
Naoya is only a child. Innocent and unaware. He makes the room alight with energy whenever he speaks. He is everyone's pride. Naoya has yet to be tainted by the views his father and the rest of the family hold on people.
If he notices everyone leaving Toji alone, he does not pay it any mind and approaches him .
“Let’s play,” he'd say.
Toji should decline, he should allow him to be kept away from him to keep his status as the revered gem of the family but...
Toji was nothing but a piece of furniture after all.
“Alright,” Toji would always respond with a shrug and a slight grin that was only given to Naoya.
The elders look on with disgust written on their faces, their sneers and scrunching noses being nothing short of disturbing. The same with everyone else. Averting their gazes or sending Toji icy cold glares .
“What do you want to do ?”
“I want to go play in the garden,” the younger boy is all smiles, eagerly gripping on Toji's calloused palm and dragging the older off with him out of the dining room that has far too many judging and staring eyes. “We can catch bugs.”
“You’re not scared of them anymore ?”
“Shut up,” Naoya blushes, “Of course not! I’ve got to be big and strong to fight curses!”
“Good,” Toji’s grip on the smaller hand tightens.
It is late summer. Naoya is a child and Toji is entering his preteen years. His heats are starting and the changes in his body are coming about in different ways than those of an alpha or beta. He hates it, but what can he do but swallow back his hate and grit his teeth .
The garden is quiet. The only sound comes from the water trickling down the fountain or the occasional buzz from a bug that passes by. The cool stone and bamboo fencing is as if nature has surrounded them in the heart of the traditional styled Zenin estate. A little slice of tranquility where Toji can close his eyes and rest his weary mind for just a little while.
As an omega, it is in his very instincts to seek calm and peace. Somewhere to nest and rest and a strong alpha to protect him.
So that is what he does, he rests against a tree trunk under the shade of the lush leaves. Toji uses his knees as a rest for his forearms where he crosses them over. Closing his eyes, he sighs as the passing breeze makes his bangs swoop and sway.
Naoya an alpha, though too young to have this reflected in his body , sits across from him in the grass cross legged and determined to capture any bugs he finds.
“You’re so different than the other omegas,” Naoya pipes up after he finds no more bugs to collect.
“How so?” Toji does not open his eyes.
“You're so cool. The other omegas are dumb...” Naoya never finishes his sentence, growing silent under the weight of his thoughts. A hum wavers from between his lips. The child like voice contemplates it. Not really understanding, but slowly, bit by bit, getting a grasp on what a Zenin omega means.
How he expects the omegas to act. “ You trained a lot and your hand to hand combat is good even if you can’t see the curses…,” His tiny hands grab at fistfuls of grass and he tugs them from the soil. “ So you’d make a good mate.”
The sentence is said with childlike bluntness, as if it were a normal thing to say.
“What the fuck, brat?” The calm Toji had found in the garden has been breached. His brows crease and his eyes bore holes into his cousins face. He is being analyzed, searched for a hidden meaning. But in the end, he sighs heavily and rests the back of his head against the trunk of the tree once more. “Don’t say stupid shit.”
“Just saying it cuz it’s true,” he insists with all the seriousness of a little child who knows nothing of the world. Naoya thinks that he is the apex predator. “An omega should be able to protect itself and its young! But all those other omegas are weak and cowardly. They shriek like the dumb pests they are over nothing!”
Naoya lets the bugs go crawling and flying away in all directions. He scampers over to Toji and sits himself in his lap, grinning. His weight and warmth feels heavy but at the same time somehow comforting against him. Toji glowers but still lifts a hand to scratch his nails against Naoya's scalp and run his fingers through the strands. “ I mean…I would like you as a mate .”
Toji continues to ruffle his hair for a few quiet moments before he stills. The scowl ever present. “ Your father would never allow it,” he finally speaks, the tone is dull. He feels dead. Toji has to force his lungs to take in air. “He would want you to mate a pretty and docile omega.”
Naoya puffs out his cheeks . He pouts, his brow creasing in annoyance.
“What about me and what I want then?”
“Doesn't matter, does it?”
“It should,” Naoya is as petulant as ever, “ I’ll be the head one day.”
Toji does not say anything to that, so Naoya does not continue.
Naoya, like everyone else, grows up.
Toji, of course, is left to himself. Still the furniture of the background, the stain on the otherwise flawless history of the family.
His life is boring. Toji's routine is simple and repetitive.
Wake, train, eat, sleep. Then do it all over again. It's all the same, he is all alone, until Naoya joins him. Naoya breaks up the monotony and makes his life a bit less dull.
When Naoya comes back from classes and training he will come to find Toji and sit beside him and ramble about everything that happened.
He speaks of the new and interesting things that the elders were discussing, he tells of all the latest gossip around the family. Naoya makes jokes and complains about all of the stupid people he has had to deal with that day.
The hate on omegas never goes away. Naoya always makes sure to make his disgust and disdain known. Toji knows he is different to him. Toji has earned his respect, he is special and Naoya makes it obvious that he sees him as such. Even if it's in little things, like the small touches and praises .
“You’re the only good one. The others are meant to be bred and nothing else,” he would often say with a snicker. “The rest are so annoying. I don’t want any of them.”
Toji would only grunt. What could he even say? That he also had the ability to birth a child, that his body could also be bred. That he’s not any different than the rest. But Naoya doesn't think that and so Toji keeps silent.
His heats were coming every three months. They were not easy on his body and mind. The first time Toji had felt his heat come about, it was awful. He was alone in the middle of the night with no comfort. His body was wracked with pain, his stomach felt as if it were in a knot and he felt a horrible need.
A need he could never satisfy on his own no matter how much he touched his body in the places he had read about. It never satisfied the itch under his skin that made him feel like his body was on fire.
His scent attracted a dirty cocked alpha who took one look at the panting omega on his hands and knees and could not resist.
He never told anyone.
He still doesn’t .
Naoya is too sweet to hear such a thing.
It’s not something that should ever happen. It’s disgusting and humiliating and he does not wish to be looked at differently by his cousin who he actually enjoys being around. Toji would like to remain the one that Naoya can be comfortable enough to vent to.
“Let’s train together , Toji.” He says one day when the cherry blossoms have bloomed.
Toji can't say no. The little child from long ago is not so little anymore. Naoya has gotten tall, and his frame has filled out with the training the family puts him through. Toji takes on jobs outside the clan often. Things he is good at. He takes lives. He is a hired killer.
Toji has learned how to fight and kill. Toji is strong but in front of Naoya who has become the clan’s shining jewel and future head, he is soft. Naoya can bend and twist him to do whatever he wishes. And Toji is happy to give Naoya whatever he desires from him.
“Fine,” he says, but there’s a slight smirk. “Don’t cry to your father if you lose.”
“I’m not a loser, you’ll be the one crying.”
Toji wins.
“Fuck,” Naoya pants from beneath him.
Toji grins. “What did you just say? I didn’t quite hear you.”
Naoya glares. He has been bested in combat. The pride and ego that he has been groomed to have since he was born does not take this well. “Get off.”
“Not what you were begging for earlier,” Toji is enjoying this.
“Asshole, you didn't give me a chance to prepare,” Naoya is all pout, cheeks red from exertion. “I wasn’t ready. Again!”
Toji laughs and stands.
Toji wins again.
And again.
Each win that Toji gets Naoya only grows more determined to beat him.
“You’re cheating .” Naoya pants heavily. He is on his back and his head hits against Toji's chest, the fabric damp with sweat from their sparring. Naoya's chest is rising and falling fast. “You know my weaknesses and use it against me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Toji can not hide his mirth and satisfaction, “Maybe I'm just stronger and better at this.”
Naoya makes a strangled noise. His eyes narrowing.
“You're just mad that an omega is better than the next heir of the family. “ Toji is feeling bold today. The thrill of winning has filled him with excitement. “I am just a lowly omega but even then I am better than you. Maybe you’re just too weak. If an omega is able to pin you down, you must not be worth anything.”
That was not the smartest move.
Naoya's face twists in anger. He grow ls, deep and guttural. His hand flies and grips Toji's wrist. Naoya is a young alpha and alphas have a natural dominance over omegas, even one like Toji who is unlike most. The growl is a command for submission. Toji feels his muscles tense and then go lax, he falls against Naoya.
“I’m not weak,” Naoya is angry. He rolls them so he can pin the larger man under him, his grip on Toji's wrists tightening. “I can make you submit to me like you belong, omega.” Naoya has never used that word against Toji before.
The air is thick with Naoya’s anger. It permeates off his body like a dense mist. His eyes are a blaze of emotion. It is intense, the feelings are overwhelming and they crash against Toji in waves.
“I could take you, right here. Right now. And you’d let me. Wouldn't you?” Naoya's lips are close enough to Toji's that they touch when he speaks. Toji feels himself go slack, his legs falling open. The alpha's dominance makes him submit, makes his body go soft. Toji's own cock is twitching, it is starting to fill out. His body wants this, his body yearns to be dominated. “Because you’re nothing more than a stupid omega that’s only good to be bred. I could do that for you.”
The threat is empty. Toji knows that Naoya would never. Naoya may have grown up to hate omegas, just as the family wanted him to. But Naoya is not like them, he is not them. He has always been different in regards to Toji.
He would never hurt Toji. He would never do such a thing to him. So Toji does not feel fear, instead he feels something else, something new. Something warm that is coiling tight in the pit of his belly.
“ You’ve got a dirty mouth, kid,” Toji slips his hands through his hair and pulls at the roots, forcing Naoya's head back. The hold on his wrist goes limp. The position exposes Naoya’s throat and his adam's apple bobs with each hard swallow.
The scent that Naoya puts off is sweet. Toji wants a taste, so he leans forward and runs his tongue across the soft skin. “Mhm,” Toji hums against Naoya's skin, “But if you ever talk to me like that again,” He drags his teeth across the spot, “I’ll have to put you in your place.”
The threat makes Naoya shiver, but the words are empty as well.
Naoya's scent grows heavier and thicker. It makes Toji's mouth water. His teeth itch to bite, his instincts are going crazy and it's taking all he has not to give in.
He can’t do that.
So instead, he uses the grip in his hair to shove him off of him and Toji leaves without a glance behind. He is hard and leaking and he can still taste the salt of Naoya’s skin on his tongue and he doesn't want it to go away.
When he gets to his room he brings a pillow between his legs and he grinds his throbbing cock against it until he is coming in his pants and his fingers fuck his slick cunt.
///
It's a long time until he sees Naoya again. He does not come to seek him out. Not even once.
It's only when Toji is on his way to leave on an assignment that he hears him call out his name. His voice is deeper than before, deeper than the last time Toji heard him.
He stops.
“ Toji !”
“What,” he doesn’t look back, doesn't want to.
“I just wanted to apologize…for the last time.”
He turns to look over his shoulder at Naoya who looks small under the shadows that the hall provides.
“Alright,” is all he says.
“Are you leaving?” He can tell that Naoya's voice is a little hoarse.
“Yeah, job.” He answers.
“Come see me when you’re back.” Toji knows that it's not an order.
“I will,” and Toji leaves. He does not look back.
It's a month and a half later that Toji comes back to the Zenin home. The job had taken longer than he had thought it would but the money was good and he is a bit richer for it. Toji had stayed away for longer than he meant. It is only because he was not sure that he could look Naoya in the eyes after he had fucked his own hand thinking of him and the way his skin tasted on his tongue.
It was only a little crush that he had. Naoya had been a child and he was just admiring his growth. Nothing more. He could be proud of that and that was it, that was all. There was nothing to think of, or so Toji had told himself. Now that he’s back in the family home and he is alone in his room and the lights are off and he’s on his futon, he wonders if Naoya has thought about him.
He does not get much time to dwell on it. There are light footsteps that are heading his way and his door is thrown open and Naoya steps through it.
He is breathing hard, his shoulders rise and fall. Naoya is wearing his night robes that are too big on him and he has on his slippers.
“Toji,” his voice is a whisper. It's so small that he almost does not catch it. Naoya's steps are slow as he approaches and he is in Toji’s space and his arms wrap around him and hold him. Naoya's head is pressed to Toji's neck. His nose and mouth run across his throat. “I was so scared that something would happen to you. I wanted to come see you.”
Toji's breath is shaky. Naoya's scent is stronger. He has gotten bigger and his grip on Toji is tighter. It's nice, to be held. He lifts a hand to the back of his head and holds it there. His hair has grown longer. “I'm here,” his voice is hushed, it's almost as if they are children again, sharing secrets.
“I wanted to say sorry…” Naoya's breath ghosts across his neck and Toji feels himself tremble, “For being an idiot… I shouldn’t have done what I did. You aren’t like the rest of the omegas…” Naoya's arms around his waist squeeze and his head tilts to press a soft kiss to the scent glands on his throat and Toji shivers again. His heart is pounding hard, and his blood is rushing south. “You are special to me. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t think about it too hard,” Toji whispers back. He has to try to keep himself composed, “It’s in the past now.”
“Oh, good…” Naoya's body slumps, as if all of the tension has been let go. “I don't wanna ever lose you. When will youadmit you’re mine?” Naoya’s voice has gone playful and it is light. Toji's lips pull in a soft grin.
“You’ll never get it.”
“ Please ?"
Toji rolls his eyes, his hand threads through Naoya’s hair. It's so soft. Toji tugs on the strands and he whimpers. His mouth parts and a little moan leaves him, and it has Toji shivering.
“I don't think you could handle it.”
Toji is teasing but there is a bit of truth. He is a grown man, a full grown omega, he has needs that he doesn't think a teenager could fulfill, even one like Naoya who is mature for his age. Toji would eat him alive.
He would consume him.
“I know I could handle it, you’d just be too scared to give in.” His mouth presses another soft kiss and his teeth lightly graze against his neck. "I've liked you for so long. You're all I want."
“You don't know how I am, I could ruin you,” he warns, “You wouldn't be the same, and I don’t think the clan would appreciate that. Do you know how much they hate me? What they’d say? What they'd do to you?" Toji is trying to make him understand that this can’t be. “You are the heir and you should have a nice proper Zenin omega. I am nothing like that. I would be bad for you.”
“Who cares about them?” Naoya growls against him. He can feel his nails dig into his skin and he lets out a low groan, “You’re the one I want. The others are too annoying and boring.”
“You’re a horny brat. You just want an omega. Any omega. It's not about me.”
“I want you.” It’s so simple for him to say. He is so sure. Naoya is not an alpha plagued by doubts and second thoughts. “Only you.”
“Naoya…” Toji tries.
“I’m gonna make you mine one day.” The words are muffled, “I promise. You’re all I want, and you’re gonna give yourself to me.”
Naoya's scent is intoxicating. Toji feels as if his head is going light and the feeling is dizzying. It's almost enough to make him submit. To give in, but he can't do that to him.
“Not now,” Toji tells him, and he pulls back, his hand is on Naoya’s chin and he makes him look up at him. Naoya looks young again. His face is round, and the moonlight makes his eyes bright.
“ You smell so nice,” Naoya’s lips are on the wrist holding his face. They drag across his pulse and his tongue dips out to swipe a wet path . "The others say you smell like garbage but I like the way you smell."
Toji shivers and his breath is coming out heavier. “You need to leave.” He can't allow this to continue.
“No.” His tongue laps at the sensitive skin of his glands again and Toji's cock jumps.
“Yes,” he pushes at Naoya's face, “Go back to your room, kid.” Toji’s tone is firm, it's final. He is no longer allowing for arguments. He can only resist so much.
"I am not a kid anymore! I take on full curses by myself now ! I can handle you!”
“You are still too young for me. It’s not happening,” Toji is scowling at him, but there is no anger, just sternness.
“Just a little bit, please…” His lips are on the wrist again and his teeth lightly bite at the flesh . "Can't you give a little mercy to an alpha on the cusp of his first rut ?"
“You have your hands on me right now, I'd say that is pretty good. Don’t push it ."
Naoya whimpers. He looks so pitiful, his face has gone a dark shade of red, and he is panting softly.
Toji feels himself give in just a little bit more.
“You can sleep in my futon, but no funny business, got it?"
The grin that Naoya gives is wide, his eyes squint and the skin around the corners crinkle with mirth. “You got it.”
Toji snorts, but he is smiling, too. He lays down in the futon, pulling Naoya with him and forcing him to lay in front of him. His body is warm, and Toji is enveloping his smaller one. Naoya’s back is to his front and Naoya presses himself against him, fitting them together perfectly.
It doesn't take long for them to fall asleep.
///
Naoya's first rut is not an easy one, and he spends a week in isolation in a special heat room that the clan provides. The clan goes crazy because...Naoya's body rejects the omegas they provide . He rejects all of them. None are to his satisfaction, he snarls at any that are brought to him.
It causes an uproar. Everyone is on the verge of a breakdown. They have the best quality omegas for the heir and he has refused them all! He has to accept one! A alpha must knot during their rut!
Then they come to Toji and drag him inside. Not because he is what the young heir desires, but because they have run out of options and if it comes down to it... Toji is strong. He can handle a feral alpha. His body won't break and he won't cry. Toji can handle himself.
They are not even going to ask for Naoya’s opinion.
Toji is thrown inside and left to the alpha. He does not even get to bathe or clean himself.
Toji is still in the traditional robes and they are slightly dirty from the sparring session he has just finished.
Naoya is feral. His rut has made his mind cloudy and his instincts are on high alert, they are heightened and he can not focus. Naoya’s mind is in a haze, the only thing on his mind is to mate, to claim and knot.
His senses have zeroed in on the one person that he wants, the one his body has always desired.
The one his heart has desired.
He doesn't think about the fact that this is his family home. That this is where his relatives live and that they are right outside. The fact that this will cause a scandal.
Toji's robes are torn open, the soft silk sliding off of his shoulders. His chest and stomach exposed. There are marks littered on his body. They're bruises that have long since healed but there are some that are new and raw. " Kids these days," Toji mutters to himself. "You really want me, don't you?" He's met with a deep guttural growl that makes his stomach clench. " I guess you're all grown up now, hm?" Toji is amused and he lets himself be brought to the bed, the alpha crawling on top of him.
"Toji," Naoya growls. His voice has dropped an octave. The sound makes Toji's blood boil. "Toji, mine. You're all mine."
"That's right, I'm yours. You've got me all to yourself," Toji is breathless, his cock is already throbbing. He's hard and leaking. "So what are you gonna do, huh?"
"Fuck," Naoya's hand grabs Toji's thigh and forces him to open. " Gonna breed you, fuck you, make you my mate."
"Yeah?" Toji is smug and smirking. He knows how this will play out. "Is that so? Do it then, show me how well you'll fuck me."
Naoya is still a young alpha. His cock is nothing to scoff at but he lacks stamina. He slips it inside and his hips begin to move, he's slamming his cock into his wet cunt that has seen it's fair share. "Toji," he's calling his name over and over, a chant on his lips.
He's chanting it like a mantra, a plea to his omega. It doesn't take long for him to finish. He's cumming inside him, his cock spurting thick and warm. His knot already forming , filling Toji up. "Were you a virgin ?" He asks him with a breathy chuckle.
"Toji..." Naoya's head falls against his shoulder. His hips are still moving. His body is shaking with the high of his orgasm. "You're so good...feels so good." His arms wrap around Toji and he's clinging to him. "Love you."
"Easy there," Toji's tone is teasing. Naoya whines against him and his hips still, the knot is locked in. "That was quick."
" I knew we'd be so good," he nuzzles his face in the crook of Toji's neck. "I knew it. I'm so lucky . How does it feel? Good right ?"
"Mhm," Toji hums and runs his hand through Naoya's sweaty hair. It's damp under his touch. " It's okay , not bad."
"Not bad?" Naoya snaps up, his face a picture of hurt. "Only not bad?"
"Your technique could use some work. You're inexperienced."
"Asshole!" He sniffs, "How can it only be not bad?" He slumps down and Toji laughs.
"You'll get there," Toji comforts. "It was good for your first time."
"Damn right," he grumbles but his lips find Toji's and they're kissing and it feels like a dream.
Naoya 's knot goes down and he slips out. Toji feels the cum drip out of his hole and it's dirty, but it feels nice. It's warm. "Can we go again ?" His lips are trailing across Toji's throat.
"Of course we can," he whispers.
The second round is just as quick but this time h is lips are latched on to Toji's nipple. His tongue flicking it. "I wonder what they'd say," Toji muses. His hand is resting on top of Naoya's head.
"Don't know, don't care," Naoya says before going back to sucking.
"You don't mean that." Toji smiles, a lazy, slow smile that's as slow burning as the fire in his gut.
"I do mean that."
"Let's make a baby, then." His voice has dropped. Toji is teasing. He can not get pregnant outside his heats but he likes how the words sound.
Naoya's cock throbs and his hips start up again. He's rolling his hips in long drawn out strokes. "You wanna be bred?"
"I've never wanted it." He hasn't. He doesn't. Toji is not fit to be a mother. Toji can not even imagine it.
"Never?"
" But if it'd make them angry to know you got me bred...then why not?"
Naoya growls, a deep throaty sound that has Toji shivering. "Gonna fill you up, make you round." Naoya is thrusting, he's slamming his hips hard and rough. The wet sound of his cock moving in and out is making Toji squirm. This is a better pace. It feels so much better.
"Yeah?" He throws his head back and lets Naoya kiss at his throat.
"Gonna be such a good mate, I'll take good care of you," he's babbling. Naoya is too far gone to realize what he's saying, how his mouth is running. "Gonna give you so many babies, you're all mine." Toji moans and he grins, sharp and mean, "You like that, don't you? Like the idea of being bred by my cock. You're a cockslut, aren't you?"
"I am," Toji pants.
"I'm gonna knot you over and over, gonna keep you filled up." He kisses him and his teeth are dragging across his bottom lip. " Want to sink my fangs into your throat . Mark you. Make you my mate. Bind us."
"Do it."
"Really?" He pulls back to look him in the eye, "You're sure?"
"Yes."
That is all that Naoya needs before he's leaning forward and biting Toji's scent glands. He is claiming and marking him.
The sensation of his body being claimed sends a thrill down his spine and makes his head light. Naoya's scent is everywhere. It is filling him and he's breathing it in. It's good, he's good. He's floating with the feeling.
Toji's cunt is pulsing around his cock and Naoya is groaning into his neck, his teeth sinking deeper in and his knot is expanding. He's cumming inside him again and it's hot. It's thick and Toji can feel it deep inside.
"You're all mine now." Naoya pants. His head is on his shoulder and his hands are on either side of his head. "They can't keep you from me anymore." He grins. It is wide and his eyes squint. Toji's heart flutters.
"I'm all yours." Toji's hands find their place on Naoya's cheeks. He holds his face in his hands. "Gonna take good care of me?"
"Yeah," He leans forward, kissing his lips. It is sloppy, it is wet and open mouthed.
"Good," he's panting into Naoya's mouth .
There's many more rounds of sex but Toji's favorite is when he rides Naoya . His hands are on Naoya's chest, pressing down on him. His hips roll in circles. He takes him in deep and slow. Naoya whimp ers and moans. His head falls back against the pillow.
"You look so good," he praises. His eyes are glazed and dark with want. Toji feels like he's on display, but Naoya's gaze does not make him feel shame or dirtied. Naoya's eyes are full of wonder. "You're taking me so good." He's looking up at him in awe, as if Toji is a deity to be worshiped. Toji feels like he is.
Toji leans forward, his chest pressing to Naoya's and he rolls his hips. " I like the way you feel in me," his lips kiss Naoya's cheek, his tongue darting out. It runs across the soft skin and he takes his time to kiss every inch of him. " Your cock is so good," he purrs in his ear. He nuzzles his face into his neck. Toji feels his scent change. "It feels good to be claimed, to be yours."
"Mine, only mine, all for me," Naoya's voice has gone husky, "No one else's, just mine."
"Just yours," he promises.
///
"We must hide their union from the public. We will be a laughing stock. Our family name will be disgraced," a member of the family is ranting. His hands are flying in the air in emphasis. His eyes bulging out of his head. Toji wants to rip them out with his fingers.
"It is an absolute scandal. What would the others think?" A woman this time. Her face has always been ugly. The sneer makes her uglier.
" Toji should have died on his knots." The old hag. He wants her dead. "An abomination and a traitor to our clan, he should have died. "
Toji can not see Naoya but he can smell his anger.
The whole clan is there to discuss their bond and the fact that they have mated. Everyone has their opinions. Everyone wants to make themselves heard. Toji is used to this. He has experienced this his whole life. He has been on the receiving end of their words for as long as he could understand them, so he is numb to it all. Naoya, though, is not.
It is the first time he has been on this side and it is not about himself, it is about them and Naoya can't take it. His pride and ego will not allow it.
"You want to break our bond, is that what you're saying?" Naoya's tone is ice cold, "You are all afraid of him and what he is. You hate the fact that he is stronger than you."
"You are young, you do not know what you speak of," another says, her voice full of contempt and venom, "He is a disgrace to the clan and to alphas. You should choose a proper omega of the same blood."
"Proper?" Naoya growls. His nails dig into the skin of his palm. His hands are clenched. " What's done is done and there's no going back."
"He is not worthy of you."
"He is more worthy of me than anyone in the family." Naoya snaps. The tension in the air is suffocating. Toji can not even breathe. "I have no interest in weak and pathetic omegas."
Toji can't help but smirk , his chest swelling in pride. He finds he l ikes when Naoya gets like this. Possessive. It's cute.
"Are you out of your mind? Have you lost your wits? You can't mean this." His father 's voice is calm and level but the anger is obvious in the way he holds himself, his back is straight and tense, the skin on his jaw is tight and the muscle twitches. " I will not hand over the head of the clan to you, if this is your decision. "
Naoya goes quiet . Toji watches him, his gaze glued to his back, waiting to hear what he will say, to see what he will choose. The room is quiet. They all are. Everyone is watching with bated breath. Naoya's back is facing him and Toji wishes he could see his face. He wants to see his expression, the look on his face.
" That's cruel," Naoya laughs, the sound echoing in the large hall. It makes Toji's chest burn, the way he says it. "The Zenin way, right? But what else could I expect ? " His voice has gone quiet and it's bitter, the taste is obvious and he's seething. " I will become the head whether or not you approve. It was what I was raised for , what I was trained to be. Do you really want to throw all that away ?"
Quiet fills the air again and it makes the skin prickle and itch.
" Toji will stay out of sight and hide his bonding bite . No one outside of the family will know and that will be the end of it. Do not push me ." It's final, the conversation has been ended . Noaya's dad stands to go.
The others are silent, they don't dare to say another word against it.
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Toji wears a black ch oker. He likes how it looks on his skin. It makes him look pretty, sexy. The material is silk, soft to the touch, but it has an underlying strength that will not tear easily. Toji's lips quirk into a grin at the thought. He likes how it makes his skin look pale, the contrast of colors. The choker covers the bonding mark perfectly and no one is able to notice that he is taken. They do not see the slight swell in the material from where it rests on the bite mark. It's their little secret.
It is a game that he likes to play. Toji enjoys the way Naoya grows agitated at the attention that Alpha and betas give him outside the clan. Normal people don't know of him and his past. To everyone outside he is handsome and good looking. Toji enjoys their looks but it makes Naoya's blood boil with jealousy and rage. Toji loves the feeling of Naoya's eyes boring into him from behind, the way his pheromones become heavy with anger. The smell of his possessive feelings permeating the air. He likes the way that his scent becomes so thick and heady that Toji feels like he could get drunk off it.
He also loves the way that he will take him, how he fucks him. The way that his hips snap, and the growls that he gives are animalistic. The sound of skin slapping against skin. His hands are so rough on him and his nails are biting. It hurts but he likes the sting. He loves how Naoya will fuck him over and over and knot him deep.
He enjoys the way his body feels after the rough treatment. His cunt aches from the pounding of his cock, and the bruises on his body from his teeth, and his fingers make his body throb. It makes him feel warm inside and his heart feels light. His head is fuzzy, and he can still feel the thick cock moving in him, he can still feel his knot, even when it is no longer in him.
"I hate when they look at you like that," his voice is hoarse. He has been too busy biting to speak, too focused on marking and reclaiming what is his.
"I like when they look at me like that," he responds, voice soft. His body aches. Toji is sore and his body feels heavy. "I love when you get all jealous and you fuck me like this," he can't help but tease.
" You like being looked at by those monkeys ?" He snorts, a disgusted noise, and Toji smiles, a lazy lopsided grin that has Naoya kissing him again. He's on top of him again. Toji groans, a soft moan leaving him. "They're looking at what's mine."
" Monkeys, hmm ?" He's breathless. " Just like me -" he doesn't finish because Naoya growls, the sound deep in his chest and his hand is in his hair and his grip is rough and it hurts, but he loves it.
"Shut up . Don't ever say that," the hand that is not pulling on his strands is running up and down his side, it's a gentle touch that has gooseflesh breaking across his skin. His palm feels rough but the skin of his fingers are soft. "You're not a monkey, not to me."
"What am I then?" He pants. The hand is still moving up and down. It makes his stomach flip.
"Mine," his voice is sure and steady. It does not waver or hesitate. "Just mine."
"Just yours?" Toji breathes out.
"Mine. "