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“I’m telling you…going through heats this intense without an Alpha there to help you through them will damage your health in the long run, Kiyo.”
Motoya turns onto his stomach on the fluffy yellow carpet on Kiyoomi’s living room floor, eyes still fixed on the catalogue in his hands.
“You should at least get one of these androids everyone keeps talking about. I think it’s the perfect solution for you.”
“It creeps me out,” Kiyoomi throws back, putting a blue shirt on the pile of folded laundry. “I just can’t imagine doing… all that with a robot. Wouldn’t it feel strange to you?”
“The android industry is much more advanced now! Research has been funded thoroughly since the heat & rut partner android market seems promising in boosting the economy.
The reduced need for sick leave alone will be a game changer. Here it even says that Silicone Love ’s recent products have gone viral for their realistic looks,” his cousin reads out, turning the page of the catalogue and humming in appreciation.
“They’re supposed to feel just like the real thing too. Just imagine how nicely this one’s knot would fill you.”
Kiyoomi’s eyes dart over to Motoya now, a teasing grin on his face as he watches the black haired Omega open his mouth in shock.
“Put that dirty thing away!” Kiyoomi shrieks, cheeks dusted pink even when he focuses back on the laundry in front of him. Or at least he tries to, it’s hard to see anything but the Alpha’s huge cock in his mind as he keeps shaking out and refolding the same black shirt for the third time in a row.
“God, you’re such a prude, Kiyo…,” Motoya rolls his eyes and turns the page back to himself, keeping his gaze on the same spot shamelessly.
“This is exactly why I recommended androids to you. It might be easier to get over your shyness when it comes to sex if it’s with a toy you can control. There are even comments from Omega psychologists in here, they say it’s an amazing invention for sexual trauma therapy. ”
“I don’t have sexual trauma,” Kiyoomi complains, giving his cousin an annoyed glare. “I’m just not as open about sex as other Omegas. I would have no problem taking a real Alpha though, there’s no need to waste my money on a robot.”
Motoya sighs and throws the catalogue to the side before sitting up, tilting his head while he watches Kiyoomi for a few seconds.
“Fine, then…You said your heat is coming up in a week. If you go through it without an Alpha it will take much longer and you’ll lose precious practice time before the important match against the Adlers soon.”
Kiyoomi’s grip tightens on the pair of grey sweatpants he’s folding.
“If you hate one thing more than embarrassing yourself in the bedroom, it’s not being in your best shape and losing a match you could have won.”
“And?” Kiyoomi asks calmly.
“You know who else hates losing a match just as much as you do?” Motoya asks, crawling over to the couch to look up at Kiyoomi with a cheeky grin. “Your hot Alpha setter who apparently loves to help Omega friends through their heat.”
Kiyoomi accidentally drops the pair of socks he was trying to put together, cheeks burning pink as he meets Motoya’s knowing gaze.
“Never. How do you even know about this?”
“Rin told me,” Motoya shrugs, picking up a shirt to fold with an innocent look on his face. “And from your reaction I’m guessing that you have known too.”
Kiyoomi rolls his eyes at this. Of course he knew. It was hard not to, when the Alpha was absolutely shameless about his sex life, openly telling people he worked with what he was up to on the weekends and making no secret of his arrangements with the unmated Omegas in his life.
“Don’t give me that face, rut and heat partners are so common nowadays with the current dating market,” the Omega says with a strict look. “And according to Rin, he’s a really good Alpha. And it’s always better to make this kind of arrangement with Alphas you can trust.”
Kiyoomi throws the shirt in his hands to the side and gets off the couch now, staring up to the ceiling in agony when he hears Motoya’s slippers dragging on the floor as he follows him to the kitchen.
“Your heats are a nightmare, why haven’t you ever asked him for help? Your doctor has been urging you to find a heat partner ever since you broke up with Makoto. Which was over a year ago by the way…Honestly, I don’t know how you’re doing this. One heat without an Alpha already makes me want to die. And yours seem to hurt so much more than mine, I can’t believe you’re still-”
“I get it, Toya!” Kiyoomi snaps at him, taking two cups off the shelves and slamming them on the wooden counter. “Trust me, no one knows how much I need an Alpha more than I do, but asking my co-worker to help me through my heat is the last thing I want to do. It’s great that you and every other Omega seem to have Alphas waiting in line to help you, but as you might guess that’s not the case for me! So please, can you shut up about this already?”
‘He wouldn’t want to help anyway’, is what he thinks to himself while filling coffee into their cups, his back turned away from Motoya out of fear of his emotions showing on his face.
It’s not like he hadn’t thought of this before since he heard about Miya’s arrangements with Omegas, after all the blond setter hadn’t left his head ever since they stepped onto the same volleyball court all those years ago.
But it was hard to believe that the popular Alpha would ever enjoy being with an Omega like Kiyoomi. He wasn’t really the sweet and nurturing type right away, the kind of Omega every Alpha would want. It took him much longer to warm up to people and let them into his comfort zone.
He was much taller than the average Omega as well. He couldn’t even blame Alphas for their preferences, since he himself didn’t want an Alpha that was much shorter than him either.
Miya was a little shorter, but he made up for it with his broad build and dominant aura, Kiyoomi couldn’t help but fantasize about how it would feel to be taken to bed by such a strong Alpha.
He would never dare to ask him though, too scared of getting rejected and having his pride hurt.
Motoya quietly takes the cup Kiyoomi holds out to him after watching him prepare the coffee in silence. When Kiyoomi sits back down on the couch and takes a sip from his cup, Motoya’s hesitant voice speaks up again.
“I’m sorry I pressured you so much, of course it might be too tricky with co-workers…”
Motoya holds his cup with both hands, still not drinking and keeping his sad eyes on Kiyoomi instead.
“But I’m so worried about you, Kiyo…You shouldn’t be going through all that pain when you could have it so much easier. These kinds of things are no longer as frowned upon as they were in the past, you know?
It’s much more convenient for people who don’t feel like having relationships or heat partners right now. Even many of my mated friends got one for when their Alpha is away due to work. Or to spice up things in the bedroom!”
Kiyoomi almost chokes on his coffee at the last part, turning around to Motoya with raised brows.
His cousin just shakes his head with a chuckle and changes the topic to Kiyoomi’s relief. It’s mainly about EJP Raijin’s upcoming matches and the different strategies they came up with for each opponent, Kiyoomi listening with great interest as the other jumps from one topic to the next until it was time for him to leave.
As he follows his cousin out of the living room, he’s sure that the other man keeps talking quickly about the new confusing spice arrangement at his local supermarket to distract Kiyoomi from his own embarrassment and he’s grateful for it, waving his cousin goodbye and closing the door behind him.
Once Kiyoomi is alone in the living room, the first thing his gaze is pulled to is the catalogue still lying on the yellow carpet.
The black haired Omega closes his eyes for a second, breathing in deeply as if trying to make peace with his next decision. Reluctantly, he sits down cross legged on the soft carpet and picks up the catalogue.
It was thrown down right on the page Motoya had been on, Kiyoomi being greeted by the same tall Alpha with the unruly dark hair and beard. He sure was handsome, wolfish green eyes looking up at Kiyoomi as he held his impressive length in his hands.
Let me spoil you.
It said in bold black letters under Ryousuke’s profile. There was a short section about the Alpha’s personal life such as his hobbies or favorite dish, anything that could make an Omega lovesick enough to ignore the horrendous sum displayed at the bottom of the page.
150.000 yen!
Kiyoomi wonders if this one is a real human or just an artificial person created by Silicone Love . From what Motoya had told him, it could be either invented personas that were inspired by current popular trends and beauty standards or real good looking people who offered themselves as models for the androids because it gave them an ego kick.
As expected, when Kiyoomi started flipping the pages he encountered more Alphas and Betas than Omegas, most of the displayed Omegas seemed to be invented models and not real people.
He settles down on the couch with a glass of water when he reaches the celebrity section. Here it’s even less Omegas than before, most of them being actors from adult movies.
Kiyoomi puts the glass to his lips as his brows jump high at all the familiar faces, not surprised by the golden “bestseller” badge on their profiles.
Kiyoomi’s jaw drops when he flips the first page in the athlete section, utterly shocked at the number of faces he recognizes. Who would have thought that this many of his colleagues had signed their consent into getting androids of themselves created and sold to their fans? Unsurprisingly, it was only Alpha athletes he recognized.
“Knothead Alphas…,” he whispers to himself, shaking his head and turning the pages faster, scared to stumble over a much too familiar face.
As if on cue, the next page reveals blond hair and a foxy smile that makes Kiyoomi properly choke on his water this time.
Miya gave Kiyoomi a lazy grin from where he casually leaned against the wall in nothing but black boxers, one hand sliding under the thin golden chain around his neck. Muscles rippled under the tanned skin of his upper body, strong thighs straining against the fabric of the tiny shorts.
His tousled blond hair looked soft as it fell into his forehead, unruly as if he had just rolled out of bed in the morning. He looked incredibly handsome like this.
A blush spreads on his cheeks as inky eyes roam down to the formidable bulge in the Alpha’s boxers, the omega clearing his throat and shyly looking around as if making sure that he was truly alone before he returned his gaze to the Alpha smirking up at him.
He hates how his heart is beating faster the longer he stares at that charming grin and impressive body, eyes widening when he takes in Miya’s comment written in bold letters under his profile.
Most of the Alphas had chosen romantic or suggestive lines like “Let me take you to bed, beautiful” or “You’re the only Omega for me”, but of course Miya would choose a brute one like this.
Think ya can take my knot, baby?
It read in bold letters next to Miya’s figure. Kiyoomi pretends he doesn’t notice the heat pooling in his belly at those words, cheeks dusting in a deeper pink as black eyes keep darting over to the bulge that seemed to get bigger at each glance.
His mouth goes dry when he notices the golden badge on Miya’s profile.
“Bestseller,” Kiyoomi reads, unable to ignore the ridiculous pang of jealousy at the thought of other people getting to experience Miya like that, even if it was just an android.
And that even though the price for Miya’s android was more than triple that of the ordinary models.
Kiyoomi’s grip on the pages tightens as he raises his gaze to the wall calendar opposite from him. 8 more days until his heat.
His recent heats had really been horrible, taking him out for several weeks sometimes while an Alpha assisted one was supposed to end within a few days.
The dating scene was so exhausting right now that he didn’t even want to try anymore, especially not with his busy schedule. And it wasn’t like he could get Miya out of his head anytime soon anyway…
Miya who was one of the most pleasant smelling Alphas he knew, Miya who always helped other Omegas through their heat, so cocky and playful around them while he turned all stiff around Kiyoomi. He seemed to be careful to keep his distance with Kiyoomi at all times.
He hated admitting it to himself, but it hurt.
He got even more tense and prickly around Miya for that reason, probably putting the Alpha off even further with his sour and anxious smell.
The Omega sighs and drops back against the soft cushions, throwing an arm over his eyes as he takes several breaths to calm himself.
When he sits up on the couch a few minutes later, there’s resolution burning in the black eyes while he lets his gaze wander over the Alpha’s catalogue page one last time. Then he’s jumping to his feet and rushing to his bedroom to get his credit card.
🐾♡ 🐾♡ 🐾♡ 🐾♡ 🐾♡ 🐾♡ 🐾♡ 🐾♡🐾♡ 🐾♡
A few days later Kiyoomi stumbles out of coach Foster’s office, face paler than usual under the black mask.
Their talk had taken longer than expected, a mix of sympathy and frustration on the Beta coach’s face as he listened to Kiyoomi’s request for two weeks of sick leave, possibly three if he was really unlucky this time.
Kiyoomi couldn’t blame the coach for his obvious reluctance, the match against the Adlers was only a month away after all. That’s why he is even more grateful when Foster nods and doesn’t comment any further, the Beta always careful to not cross a line when it came to sensitive topics like an unmated Omega’s prolonged heats.
Kiyoomi is still leaning back against the door of Foster’s office when there’s the sound of shuffling coming from the locker room, the Omega opening his eyes to the gut twisting image of Atsumu fresh out of the shower.
The Alpha’s blond hair was a little darker when damp, soft strands falling into his forehead and giving him a more boyish look. He has just finished pulling the grey shirt over his stomach when he notices Kiyoomi in the middle of the hallway.
“Omi!” he calls out, approaching Kiyoomi with a wide smile. “I thought ya left already.”
Atsumu never used any scent blockers so even right after a shower, the smokey forest scent of the Alpha was too strong for Kiyoomi’s current condition. The Omega twists his face under the black mask and starts inhaling through his mouth instead.
“Miya,” is all he says, sinking further against the door.
Kiyoomi doesn’t notice the smile freezing on Atsumu’s face for a second before the Alpha takes a careful step back, rubbing his palm over his neck sheepishly.
“Are ya alright, Omi?” Atsumu asks after a while, tilting his head at Kiyoomi as golden eyes scan his face attentively. “Ya weren’t in yer usual form during practice.”
Damn setters, you really couldn’t hide anything from them.
Kiyoomi sighs before he adjusts the strap of the bag on his shoulder and pushes himself off the door, praying that his legs wouldn’t give out now of all times.
“I’m fine,” he speaks curtly, motioning to walk past Atsumu. “Now please excuse me, I’m heading home.”
When the Alpha blocks his way, Kiyoomi looks at him with a frown.
There’s an awkward smile on Atsumu’s lips, as if he had moved without realizing and was embarrassed now.
“What did ya talk to Foster about for so long? Everything alright?”
Kiyoomi is glad he’s wearing a mask, heat rising into his cheeks as soon as his eyes meet Atsumu’s watchful gaze.
“That’s none of your business, Miya,” he blurts out, sounding more harsh than intended.
“Omi, I just want to help,” Atsumu urges, putting his hand against the wall to cage Kiyoomi in. The Omega feels his knees going weak at that, inky black eyes wide as he takes in the Alpha’s handsome features.
“I’m yer setter, it’s my duty to make it as comfortable as possible for ya guys…Was there something wrong with my sets today? Or do ya have anything on yer mind? Let me help.”
“This is nothing you would like to help me with,” Kiyoomi says before he can stop himself, averting Atsumu’s eyes when the Alpha raises his brows curiously.
“Why? What is it?”
Kiyoomi is quiet for a while, then he closes his eyes with a soft sigh of defeat.
“My heat is starting soon,” he explains, keeping his gaze on a spot on the wall behind Atsumu’s head. “I talked to Foster to get a few weeks off.”
The Alpha stiffens at that, wide eyes avoiding Kiyoomi’s gaze for a second when the Omega looks at him hesitantly. He takes another step back, a faint blush on his tanned face as he gives Kiyoomi a flustered smile.
“Oh…I see,” he rasps now. “Then uhm- good luck with that.”
Kiyoomi feels a painful twist in his chest at the Alpha’s obvious discomfort, quickly slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking past Atsumu.
“Omi, wait…”
Atsumu walks over to him, one hand grabbing his sports bag while the other holds onto the zipper. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but now that Kiyoomi looks at him with a brow raised in impatience, the Alpha’s lips twitch into an awkward smile, hands quickly letting go of the bag.
Atsumu clears his throat, rubbing his fingers over his chin and averting his eyes when he speaks at last.
“Uhh, give us a call if ya need anything. The team, I mean.”
Kiyoomi quietly nods, leaving the Alpha there and walking towards the exit without another word.
Tears prick at his eyes when he pushes the heavy door open, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest when buried memories come crashing down on him.
Memories of his teen self having to watch his Alpha crushes picking the cheerful and sweet Omegas over and over again.
The car ride back takes him shorter than usual, the Omega wanting to get home and curl up in his nest so desperately that he runs a few red lights without noticing.
He’s slowly dragging his feet up the stairs to his apartment when he spots the big white cardboard box in front of his door. The Omega’s heart skips a beat while inky eyes wander over the golden letters on the discreet packaging.
FRAGILE. PLEASE HANDLE WITH CARE.
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