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Nanami stared at the doctor. "I'm sorry?" He felt that was being politely. Technically, he rather wanted to punch the man right now. "What do you mean that you made a mistake?" He wondered what look he was giving the doctor because the man was flinching. He failed to understand why people got scared when he stared. He did not have that serious a glare. He was quite friendly. "Explain."
"The medication I gave you for your bronchitis. You didn't clarify which suppressant system you were using."
"Because all drugs are the same, just the name means some cost more than others," Nanami dismissed. He was mad now, mostly at the doctor, but a tiny bit at himself, because he was in fact on a drug that was a bit different.
"That's not actually true. The chemicals are the same, but the fillers used are different compounds, and certain ones react negatively with certain other meds. It is like how drinking a charcoal latte can kill your medications. Thank fuck that trend ended."
"You would have had access to my files, seen what I was on before you prescribed me the medication for my cold."
"You keep saying cold, you had bronchitis! And really badly!" The doctor yelled, and then paled a bit. "I'm sorry. You are just rather stubborn."
"My thanks," Nanami gave a faint smile. He worked with such personalities that he had needed to become stubborn in this world to keep Gojo on budget. "Fine, this happened. We will cease wondering how, but now we need to discuss what happens next." Nanami waited, but the doctor said nothing. "What happens next?"
"You were on a newer drug, it passed all its clinical trials, but it is still in its early days, and we only have so much data."
"I was assured it was safe."
"It is," the doctor was nodding a lot, and Nanami wanted to grab his head, and hold it still. "But a drug that takes you down to one heat a year is going to also have a more fragile ecosystem. Frankly, drugs are glass cannons sometimes. And yours got shot."
"Meaning?"
"You are already in the early stages of heat."
"I feel fine," Nanami replied, and crossed his legs. Dismissed the diagnosis. "I have too much work to do. Give me a shot." The doctor looked far too sympathetic. "It would do nothing, is that correct?"
"It is," the doctor was making some notations, "all it would do is make your heat feel miserable."
"They already do," Nanami muttered. "There is a reason I changed to this new drug." He did not care for his heats, they made him too out of control. It certainly had nothing to do with his alpha leaving. They weren't mated, so it didn't matter, he was over it. "I repeat though, that I feel fine."
"No symptoms at all?"
Nanami was about to agree with that, but paused in the interest of honesty with a medical professional, "a bit of dry mouth, and you do have your office rather warm." He looked at the doctor, who was paying a lot of attention to his notes, "You do not have your office warm."
"I do not."
"I see. How long?"
"How long is the build up for you usually?"
Nanami just shrugged. "I tend not to notice, too busy with work until it truly begins."
"Because this will have thrown everything off cycle, assume it will move quickly. I would suggest using your sick days, immediately, and for the rest of the week."
"My heats tend to be no more than a couple of days," Nanami protested. The doctor really needed a less expressive face, "but with this being a medical fuck up, we cannot know for sure how this will be."
"Correct. On the plus side, your birth control is separate from your heat medication, an implant and there will have been no impact on that."
"Small mercies."
"Because of the nature of an unintentional heat, I have to add, toys may not be enough. Do you have a partner?"
"I will attend to myself, thank you doctor. I will return after my heat for assessment."
"You could go to your regular doctor," the man suggested, "this is just a clinic."
"Yes, but as this was your fault, you will see it through, and then I will switch back."
"Yes, sir," the man swallowed a bit. "I feel I should tell you, your scent has increased since your arrival in the office, just a bit. I would recommend caution as you head home."
"Alphas seldom have an interest in me," Nanami said, "but I will take that under advisement." Nanami stood and bowed, before he left the office. This was rather unfortunate, but it was done and he would cope. He put on a mask as headed to the train station, and called the office. "Ino," he said when the call was answered, "I am taking a few more sick days."
"But you were better!" There was panic in Ino's voice. "You have to come in. Gojo had an idea, and Geto didn't say no!"
Nanami closed his eyes. "I see." Traditionally when he had dry mouth and was a bit warm in meant three or four days before his heat would settle in. "I can come in for a few hours. I will fix it, then I will take my time off."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you -" Nanami hung up, he didn't need to hear more of that. He rode the train and a couple people looked at him, with interest, but also then dismissal. The standard of most alphas. People were disappointing and uninteresting as ever. He was feeling something though, just enough and looked at old messages. His last one from Haibara before the man had left. Left the job, left him.
/I'm sorry, I just wish you had needed me like I needed you. That I had mattered more than them./
Nanami stared at the words until they blurred, and then he shut off his phone. The walk from the train station to the office was warmer than he liked, and he had shed his jacket, and loosened his tie by the time he stepped in the doors. JJK Publishing took up the eighth and ninth floor. He pressed nine, and held the elevator for Itadori who came in running.
"Thanks, Nanamin!" was said so cheerfully. "I made my deadline!"
The boy always seemed to be shouting, and it should be frustrating, but it was rather adorable. "Congratulations, Itadori. Dropping it off for your editor?"
"Yup, Yuta will be happy, Megumi drew some amazing creatures, seriously, the way he takes my ideas and makes them happen?" Itadori was bouncing. "Best thing ever when Gojo paired us together."
"Indeed, the work the two of you do together is remarkable. Good boy." Well, he hadn't meant to say that. He cleared his throat as Itadori went bright red. "My apologies."
"No, it's fine, that's nice," Itadori breathed in, and looked at him cautiously. "Uhh, Nanamin?"
"We will be ignoring that," he said and got a quick nod in return. They reached the eighth floor and Itadori hurried out with a wave. Nanami went one floor up, where poor Ino was pacing by the doors. "It cannot be that bad."
"We're starting a whole new imprint."
"I'm sorry?"
"Gojo found out about BL manga."
Nanami closed his eyes. "Everyone agreed," he began. But then paused. "Kugisaki."
"Yup," Ino nodded slowly. "She brought in her chapters and Gojo saw her, stopped to say hi, and she said, hey have you read this, and now he wants this up and running. Next quarter!"
Nanami did not have a problem with them branching into another genre of work, he did sure as fuck have a problem with next quarter. "I will take care of this."
Everything in Ino relaxed at that. "Thank you sir. Also are you sure you are sick, you kinda look great? And new cologne, you don't generally wear cologne."
"Go back to your work," he urged, and Ino as ever listened.
Nanami went straight to Gojo's office, and knocked on the door. He waited but there was no answer. Fine, he went to the office next to it, to Geto. A knock there yielded better results. He walked in and bowed. "Really?"
Geto just smiled. "What can you do? There is profit to be made here."
"I am aware, I ran the figures six months ago, but his timeline is impossible." Nanami raised a brow, and Geto gestured to a seat. "I told you, to not let him know about this for another few months when I had everything prepared."
"What more do you need to do?"
"Everything!" Nanami growled a bit, a thing he never did at work. And he was getting warmer. This was progressing too quickly. "Geto, I order you to get Gojo under control. We need to hire five new people if he wants a new imprint, and I need time to do that amount of hiring. Then we need to arrange print time, media, find authors. Just the same as when you began."
There was that faint smile that Geto had, that Nanami refused to acknowledge was attractive. "But we didn't have your gorgeous brain then. How long?"
Nanami sighed, "Maki already has a half dozen writers in mind. We can get one anthology book published in four months to test the waters, a monthly magazine ready to go in seven months."
"No one anticipates Gojo, quite the way you do. I was reluctant when he insisted we needed you. I am glad to say how wrong I was. Make it happen."
"I will make a few phone calls, but then I am afraid I need to take the next two days off, I should be able to return on Monday, Tuesday at the latest."
Geto stood, "but you were better." Why did he look concerned? Geto didn't particularly care about anyone but Gojo.
"I am fine, just a small relapse, the doctor wants me to be cautious," Nanami nodded, "I will check my email and try to do what I can from home, but it was recommended I not be in the office." He gestured to the mask. "So if you will excuse me." Geto was still frowning. "Geto?"
"You smell different."
Geto was a beta and had never suggested that he was particularly attuned to scents. Nanami needed to leave. He bowed and left. A few people tried to stop him, but a glacial glare had them fading back quickly. Nanami elected to take the stairs, being trapped in an elevator would be a poor choice right now. Luckily he didn't live too far from work and there was a park he was able to cut through to make it quicker. He made it to his home, which was not a high rise like most people would have expected, but a small converted store. Previously it had just been an apartment above a flower shop, but the whole row of shops had been changed to full dwellings. The first floor large windows had been frosted, and it amused him to still fill it with plants, only now hardy green ferns and whatnot that didn't mind that he forgot to water. He adored the place, more than he was willing to admit.
Inside he turned on a few lights and took off the mask. It let him properly breathe in his scent which was indeed increasing. Clothes were starting to feel itchy as well. Nanami made a noise of frustration, because he didn't like his heat at the best of time, and he especially didn't like it when it was unexpected like this, and he couldn't prepare himself.
The doctor had said this would go easier with a partner, but he had no one, and he didn't see the point of the expense of a heat house, when he had two perfectly good knotting dildos. Nanami decided to prep some food for the next few days, easy to eat things, that he could just grab and gulp down.
He cooked and prepped for an hour and thinking was just a bit foggy. He forced himself to finish and checked his email, and there were a couple he could answer, then he sent his out of office reply. His belief that he'd be able to get a bit of work done while dealing with this was unlikely to be accurate.
He left on one light downstairs before heading upstairs to the bathroom and bedroom. When he had bought the place he had worked with people and ripped out the shitty kitchenette, and turned the space into just a bedroom. Huge, luxurious, indulgent. Far more hedonistic than anyone at work would ever anticipate someone like Nanami having. But he had thought if he liked where he slept, maybe he would actually sleep.
What a laugh that was.
Nanami was sweating and went to have a cool shower. Once done he stared at his bed, which looked deeply unpleasant. He tore off the comforter and moved it about. Everything smelled clean and fresh and not a hint of alpha. Of course not, Haibara had left six months ago, and had not spent enough nights to leave a lingering scent anyways. For a moment he craved Gojo's scent, and dismissed that thought before it could take root.
Haibara had said he lost Nanami the second he went to work for Gojo, that nothing could ever compete with that man. It was absurd that Haibara thought about it in those terms.
Gojo and Geto were together, and had both declared loudly that no omega was needed as long as they had each other.
Nanami's dislike of his heats and status had absolutely nothing to do with that long ago declaration. That is what he told himself, and it was even a little bit true. He was honest enough that it was also tied to public perception. He wasn't needy, and whiny, and a mess without an alpha. But also, he was. It was just a weird cycle of too many things.
Bodies were really fucking annoying.
He lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling, already sweating again. His dick was hard, and his ass was starting to leak. He growled a bit, annoyed. Nanami reached down and touched his cock. This was also another reason he hated his heats. He disliked masturbating. Yes, orgasms felt good, but what was the point of having fun by yourself? Bodies were made to be shared, and he wanted to share, but he also trusted so few people.
Heat made Nanami realize that he was just as much of a mess as Gojo was. It was always a deeply unpleasant thing to be reminded of that fact.
But if he didn't masturbate, it would hurt more, so Nanami held his cock and stroked. There was lube in the drawer but he was producing enough slick that he reached down and dragged his fingers through it, not quite pressing in but just gathering enough to make the glide of palm over cock not chafe. Pressure built and he was arching into the touch, moaning as he pictured things he wasn't allowed to want or have.
Things, people, he would never admit he needed.
The orgasm was strong and deeply unsatisfying. The doctor had perhaps been correct about him needing a partner. He laptop was downstairs, as he never brought it up to this space. There was perhaps time to get sent a heat assistant from a reputable service. The orgasm brought a bit of clarity, and the plug he put in his ass helped a bit as well.
Nanami disliked going downstairs naked, but too many clothes right now would suck, so he found a pair of busted gym shorts that barely stayed on his ass. He made his way downstairs, grateful he had prepped food. He went to the fridge and drank one of the smoothies he had made, and it felt like heaven on his throat. He pressed the cool glass to his neck and purred.
"Fuck, that is the best sound and best view, I've ever seen."
Nanami stayed very still. He would have to make a note that it seemed this heat was having hallucinations. The doctor would want to know. He finished the drink and rinsed the glass, left it in the sink. He turned to face the living area, sure it would be empty.
And there were Gojo and Geto sitting calmly on his sofa, Geto with tea, and Gojo some sort of fizzy drink likely with far too much sugar. Eyes closed, then opened, and they were still there. "Did you break into my house?"
"No," Geto said, and then there was no follow up. He just sat there calm, certain, that stillness that always felt like a coiled viper. Geto was terrifying, and utterly gorgeous.
"And yet here you are," Nanami crossed his arms and stared at them, refused to move closer no matter that his body was urging him to crawl to them. Squish himself between them. He would not move an inch. He ignored that his dick was starting to get hard just seeing them.
Geto was ignoring the tent in the shorts, Gojo of course was not. He was staring. A lot.
Nanami decided he would move and went to the counter that would block Gojo's view. That got an alpha snarl, and Nanami felt himself almost submit, but the counter helped him stay upright. He looked at them and waited. Because he would not let Gojo win - not yet at least.
Gojo finally laughed and shrugged, "can't break in when you have a key." He held it up.
"I never gave you a copy. Ino has it for emergencies, with strict instructions to never let you near it."
"He didn't, I stole them from you bag one day and made a copy!" Gojo looked so proud of himself, like he was waiting to be told he was good for doing something absurd, and absolutely illegal. "For when we kidnapped you, so we didn't do property damage. You wouldn't like property damage."
"No I wouldn't," Nanami agreed, like that was a perfectly normal sentence. He glanced at Geto who was just smiling faintly, that smile that he wanted to kiss to see if it would grow or disappear completely. "Don't you object to that at all?"
"I do, kidnapping was fourth on my lists. I hardly think you would approve of us leading with that." Geto's hands went into the sleeves of his kimono. In that studious and thoughtful pose the bastard liked to adopt to pretend he wasn't as crazy as Gojo.
"There were lists?" Nanami was thoroughly confused, and was fairly certain he would be even if the heat wasn't crashing into him as hard as it was. "No. I'm sorry, I do not have the ability to discuss this right now. But I would ask you to -" he choked on the word leave. Because he did not want them to do that. But he also could not be okay with them breaking into his home. Give Gojo an inch, and he takes the world.
Nanami wondered how many inches Gojo would take, how many inches would press into his mouth, could his mouth be knotted? He made a noise and only Geto's hand grabbing Gojo's wrist, stopped Gojo from running to Nanami.
Nanami gripped the counter, he would not crawl. He would never crawl to them. If he crawled to them, what would be left of him? Nothing. They would take everything.
But it was starting to hurt, and hurt more because what he dreamed about was sitting right there and could make it better. But they didn't want him, they had said, they never wanted anyone but each other. So Nanami stayed put and they did too. Someone would have to make a move soon. "I'm going upstairs." It was all he could do, because he didn't dare do what he wanted.
"Hell, yes," Gojo cheered, and clearly started to move, but Geto's grip hadn't changed. "Huh?" He was looking at Geto confused. "Time to take care of Nanami."
"No, he said 'I' singular," Geto tugged until Gojo's head was on his lap, and he was petting the alpha. "That means we stay put."
"But he needs us, and he looks so tasty. I wanna bite him. Everywhere," Gojo growled a bit, and Nanami's eyes went huge as Geto scruffed the man. And Gojo stopped immediately. Nanami didn't expect that. It had him moaning and Geto's gaze met his.
That faint disdainful smile, turned more feral. In theory, Geto should be less impacted by Nanami's scent being a beta, but if they were compatible mates it would draw him in. But they couldn't be. Nanami didn't get what he wanted, he made sure everyone else got what they needed, and then he was forgotten. "Your move, Nanami. Tell us to leave, and we will leave. Tell us to stay here, and suffer listening to you fuck yourself on a toy, knowing we can make you feel better and we won't move." The smile grew. "Well we'll move a little. How do you feel about come stains on your couch?"
"I would not care for it."
But he did care for the visual of them growing desperate down here, fucking hard as they listened to him masturbate. It was making masturbating actually an interesting idea. "And what if I asked you to join me upstairs?"
"Then we would, but Kento -" Geto saying his name in that low voice of his, had Nanami's knees buckling, "If you invite us upstairs, you will never be free of us. We will never let you go, and I do not think you understand just how possessive of you we will be."
He didn't understand, but also that immediately got his spine to snap to attention, and his brain kick into fuck you mode.
"I get to keep my job," Nanami demanded, because that was first and foremost. "You are fucked without me." He palmed his cock a bit, they couldn't see thanks to the counter but they knew what he was doing. "At work, you do not treat me any differently." He paused at that thought. "Actually will knotting me, biting me, make Gojo behave just fifteen percent more?" He could hope.
"Nah, you'd be bored if I wasn't a pain in the ass," Gojo said. He also was rubbing at the front of his too tight trousers. Geto was holding him in place, but not stopping that motion. "Be real, babe, you like that I am a pain in the ass."
Nanami shivered a bit at being called babe. "Very well, but conversely you do not be worse at work, in order to spice things up at home later. Work is work, home is home."
"Agreed," Geto said.
But he was not the one Nanami was concerned about. But then again that smile, smirk, whatever it was, suggested that he should be a bit concerned. Geto had had kidnapping on the list after all.
"Gojo?" Nanami said, the name not sounding as stern as he hoped, but he couldn't not stare at that hand that was stroking over cloth that was now straining. Nanami could feel the plug shifting in him, moving with the amount of slick that was starting to press against it. "I need them to be separate." His voice was softer than he wanted it to be, an omega pleading to his alpha, instead of how he usually talked to Gojo. He didn't like it, but also did. His head was getting too lost to his heat. Nanami moved his hand away from himself and viciously slapped his scent gland to get himself to focus.
That got a snarl from both men, but also seemed to make Gojo realize how serious Nanami was about this.
"Fine," Gojo said after a moment. "But at home, the second you are home, you are changing into soft clothes, idly no top. I wanna see your tits all the time, because fucking hell, look at you. This has been under your suit the whole time?"
Nanami nodded, "I can agree to that." He looked at them. "If you claim me, you both claim me."
Geto raised a brow, "a beta's bite doesn't carry the way an alpha's does."
Nanami bared his teeth, "So? Scar me, order me to get a tattoo next to Gojo's bite. I don't care. You say you will be possessive - prove it." It was clear that the weight of Gojo's head on his lap was all that stopped Geto from leaping up. "You think you will be possessive? You will claim me, bullshit. I am going to claim the two of you. How do you feel about that?"
There were answering smiles, full of dark promise, and he still would not crawl. He was starting to hurt. But there was something else. It was fuzzy but something.
"Kento," Gojo said, "we should be holding you, why aren't we?"
"Because no one fucking holds on to me, why would I need to be held?" Nanami stared at them. "I get fussy in heat. I have been told it is unpleasant. People find me too much."
"Babe, we ain't people," Gojo said with a grin. His sunglasses were actually taken off, flung to the table. "You are going to be ours, and we'll be yours, and we are all going to be positively ugly about how it all works."
Nanami looked at them, and knew it would be messy, and ugly; frustration would be the best case scenario. He looked at them, "is this just because I'm in heat?" The kidnapping plans suggested it wasn't but they had to say it. "You only want each other."
"Do you think your pathetic little alpha left without a bit of help?" Geto was watching him, smile gone, "he left because we convinced him to leave. A few words, some money, and he was gone. Proved he was unworthy of you that he took a bribe."
"I have been hurting for months because he left," Nanami growled and stalked forward, all fears of crawling gone in his rage. Gojo and Geto stood as well, all three looking ready to murder. "I loved him." That got growls from Gojo and a sneer from Geto. And fine, "I wanted to love him, because you two said you didn't want anyone but each other!"
"Come on, if I had said be our omega, you would have laughed in my face," Gojo yelled back. "Why I had a kidnapping plan, so you'd believe me!"
This was ridiculous and he was furious at them. And also in the end not surprised, because that was the exact sort of thing these two bastards would do. He would never tell them that he was impressed by it - but he was just a little bit, because he was a bastard too.
"Very well," was all he said. He went to the stairs and started to climb. He was curious, but they where they were. Proving that they saw him, they would listen to him. He had one moment. Just one to decide his future. Almost at the top of the stairs he looked down at them.
They were watching him carefully. But staying put, even though they were both ready to pounce. Alright then.
Nanami snapped his fingers, "Heel," he ordered and continued upstairs. He went to the bathroom and took out the plug, rinsed it in the sink, to be better dealt with later. Slick released, slid down his thighs. He wondered if they would lick him clean, how many bite marks would be left on his body before the end. How many he would leave on them.
He looked forward to counting. He left the bathroom, and they were both standing beside the bed, top off on Gojo, Geto still dressed. Nanami frowned at that. "Both of you," he demanded.
"You need the alpha first, or you'll be in pain, I am fine waiting my turn."
Nanami wasn't fine with it. He approached them and stopped right in front of Geto. They stared at each other. Neither flinching or looking away.
"Huh, who knew a stare down would be that hot? Kinda want to get on my knees and suck both of you off," Gojo was laughing, far too amused with himself and the moment. "I'm the alpha, shouldn't I be in charge right now?"
Geto and Nanami both turned and glared at him, and Gojo held up his hands in supplication. "Sorry, sorry, I am so screwed when you two join forces against me." But he grinned, showing those slightly sharper alpha canines and he reached out, squeezed Nanami's shoulder, fingers pressed in against the scent gland, that they all knew he'd be biting in the next few days. A nail dug in just a bit too much, and Nanami swayed, almost purred. "Or I'll manage to manage."
Nanami went still as Geto's hand closed around his throat, not squeezing, just holding. "You want me naked? Earn it on his cock, and then we'll play."
Nanami met Geto's gaze, "I won't be the only one insensible by the end of this," he warned, "I will break you down, make you as needy as my heat makes me."
Geto's hand stayed on his throat as Geto leaned in and kissed him. The threat of the hand was a heady contrast to how gentle the kiss was. Gojo moved behind him and was kissing his scent gland, and oh but they were both cool against him, pressing. Nanami let go of the control he always held himself in, whimpered just a bit. Let himself accept his heat.
When Geto stepped back, when the kiss broke, Nanami collapsed back against Gojo who didn't expect it, and they tumbled to the bed. "Sorry," Nanami whispered as his elbow seemed to connect with ribs.
"Hey, all good," Gojo promised, and sounded as sincere as Nanami had ever heard him. It was odd, but nice and Nanami rolled, pressed his nose against Gojo's neck, breathed the alpha in and just wrapped himself around the man, needy for skin contact now. "Oh, look at you, baby, what a sweet boy."
Nanami growled a bit at that, nipped at Gojo's throat, which got a laugh from both men. "Why do you still have pants on?" It was mean that he couldn't touch all of Gojo. "Naked. Now."
"But I have a Nanami on me, I can't hold you and strip at the same time, what's a man to do?" Gojo teased. A finger was circling his scent gland, soothing and arousing and Nanami bit Gojo's shoulder which got the laugh to change to a growl. "Be a good boy."
"Fuck no, you'd be bored," Nanami replied. "Geto," he ordered.
Hands moved in between them and Gojo was naked. Nanami purred as those same hands stroked down his back, a perfect amount of pressure that had him arching in need. "Aren't you beautiful?" Geto whispered and Nanami could hear clothing being removed and wanted to look but Gojo had rolled them and was on top of him and Nanami could only look at the alpha. His alpha. Maybe.
Fuck those eyes scared him with how he wanted to drown in their blue.
But he didn't look away.
"Yeah," Gojo said with a grin. Nothing else but Nanami understood and spread his legs. Gojo pressed against him, and he hadn't actually seen the man's cock, well he had but in the locker room didn't count. Because this was hard, and aching and he needed. Nanami whined just a little bit, and Gojo made soothing noises. "Shh, baby, we have you. Going to be rough?"
"Yes," Nanami looked at him, "not supposed to be right now. Medications went wrong."
"Gotcha," Gojo leaned down and was licking at his neck. Nanami turned his head to give him better access, which meant he was looking at Geto, sitting on the chair that was usually in the corner by the window, but had been moved to by the bed, to better watch going ons. Robes had been shed, but he was still in his underwear, and Nanami pouted.
"You wouldn't want a naked ass on your nice chair," Geto said.
The consideration of that had Nanami's eyes welling a bit. Stupid fucking heat. There was a faint smile, a nod.
"Hey, ooh wait no, yes. I was gonna complain about you not focusing on me but actually, I love this." Gojo's weight was off him and Nanami growled because he didn't care for that, but he was rolled on his side to face Geto. Gojo pressed against the whole length of his back, that cock he still hadn't seen pressed against his ass. "There was go. I get to watch Geto watching you, as I fuck you. Yeah, that's the good stuff."
"I don't actually feel any fucking," Nanami had to point out. "And it is starting to hurt."
"Shh, baby, I got you," Gojo promised. "I'll fuck you so long as you don't take your eyes off Geto, okay?"
"Okay," Nanami agreed, and he reached down, began to stroke his cock. "I hate masturbating. Because I want people touching me. But I could like it, if it was showing off for the two of you." That got noises from the two men and Gojo sucking on his neck, thrusting against him. Nanami was unbearably aroused and didn't tease, just jerked off quickly, almost mindlessly, and the orgasm hit, making him even more needy. "Gojo," he begged and he brought his hand up to his mouth to lick it clean.
But Geto surged forward and Nanami's fingers were in the beta's mouth. Teeth dragged just a bit at sensitive skin as they looked at each other. He was so lost in Geto's dark gaze, that he barely noticed his leg being moved, and then he moaned, closed his eyes as Gojo pressed into him.
The mouth moved off his fingers and Nanami's eyes snapped open. "What did Gojo tell you?" Geto said.
"To look at you," Nanami repeated.
"Good boy," Geto crooned and Nanami loved it, but also growled a bit to remind them he wasn't weak. That got that faint smile. His palm was licked clean, and then gently put down. "Put him stomach down on the bed, Gojo, I want to see you properly mounted up and fucking him."
"Sounds good," Gojo agreed.
Nanami didn't like that Gojo pulled out, but he didn't object to the manhandling. His body was pressed down into the bed, but his head stayed turned to face Geto, who had gone back to the chair. Nanami could see where the man's cock was pressing against underwear, straining, but Geto was ignoring it. The man's control over himself was insane. Nanami hoped he broke it by the end of this heat.
Nanami moaned when his ass was raised just a bit and Gojo pushed back in. "Hey, did you notice didn't even need to see if you were ready? Just was able to fuck you, that plug you had in, really was a great call. Like you knew you need to prep your body for me. What a good boy." Gojo began to move and it was fast, hard, no build up, just fucking. "Don't want you hurting, baby, so going to go hard right now, then we can slow down. Also I have wanted your ass for goddamn forever, so you know all my patience is gone."
"That's fine," Nanami managed to say as he was rocked against the bed. Luckily it was in the middle of the room, so no headboard to knock against wall. That noise would be annoying when all he wanted to hear was their breath and moans. "If you talk like pornography, I will cause you harm."
That got a laugh from Gojo, "aww come on, don't you want me to say -"
Nanami reached behind him and swatted. That got a noise from Geto and he was worried he was in trouble for doing that, but he saw Geto gripping the chair so as to keep himself there. Looked like Geto was closer to cracking than Nanami had thought he would get. They were ruining Geto's calm. That had Nanami moaning, pleased in his heart as much as his body was being pleased with Gojo pumping in and out of him.
Gojo's dick felt great, he wasn't going to pretend it didn't. He should probably be doing more, well anything, but also what was the point of finally being fucked by the alpha he perhaps had always wanted, if he wasn't going to let himself be fucked.
Nanami let Gojo use his body, and never took his eyes off Geto.
"Nice to see you putting effort in, Gojo," Geto said. "You are doing so well, taking care of our omega with your body. I will definitely reward you later."
Nanami really wanted to see what that entailed, but he also pouted a bit at Geto, because he surely deserved a reward too. There was a nod and he understood he would get equal measure. A sharp snap of hip and a commanding growl distracted him and he raised his hips a bit more, pressed into Gojo's grasp.
It was so fast, sensation and need blurring and when Gojo's knot filled him, Nanami couldn't not close his eyes, as the feeling overwhelmed him. Because it was different than it had ever felt before. Love, need, true mate, or just that it was the biggest knot he had taken. Fuck if he knew, all he knew was that he had another orgasm, which triggered Gojo and the feeling was so strong, he went woozy, fuzzy. Not quite blacked out, but higher brain functions were shot. He was maybe drooling a bit as Gojo collapsed on top of him. He loved the weight of Gojo crushing him into the bed.
He loved it even more when Geto came over and gently rolled them onto their sides, and pressed himself against the front of Nanami. There was a kiss, and he was surprised that Geto would be touching him when he was so messy, Geto seemed to care so much about that sort of thing. "Messy," Nanami pointed out when Geto pulled away.
"Indeed," Geto agreed. There was a rumble of noise from him, "sex is the only mess I tolerate. In fact you are not quite messy enough, and I do believe you wanted me to claim you as well." Geto sat up, and underwear was shifted away. "I actually love masturbating - guarantee of being touched the way I wanted." Nanami wasn't sure where to look, but Gojo's hand on his jaw, made it clear to meet Geto's gaze and not watch the hand that was working such a pretty length of cock. "Hmm, lube? Wait no, Nanami I need wet."
"Gojo knotted won't be able to give you slick for a bit," Nanami pointed out. The hand was held to his mouth and he licked the palm. But the hand didn't move. He frowned for a moment and then just left his mouth open until drool pooled in Geto's palm.
Gojo's hand politely wiped his mouth, once Nanami closed it. Nanami stayed with gaze locked on Geto's, as Geto jerked off. He moaned when he felt the come hit his chest, cover him. "Yeah, you are going to get so damn messy baby," Gojo whispered in his ear. "You are never going to not smell like us, ever again."
"If you piss on me, I will stab you," Nanami had to warn. "Come and scenting only."
"And biting," Geto said, not Gojo.
"And biting," Nanami agreed. "Bite me," he demanded and his cock filled when both men responded, Gojo biting his neck, Geto biting his pectoral just above his nipple. "Geto," he begged and those long and cold fingers wrapped around his cock, jerked him off. The orgasm had Gojo cursing as Nanami's body clenched hard around the knot.
It was all so much that Nanami fell into a light doze, the heat sated for the moment. He felt it when Gojo pulled out because slick and come followed the man and felt as weird as it always did against his skin, but he didn't have time to think about it, because Geto was pushing into him, and it was a slower fuck than Gojo had done, face to face, and Nanami met Geto's gaze. There was no faint smile, but the intense look that he regularly saw Geto give Gojo - the look of ownership, of demand.
Nanami hoped his look was conveying the same thing, as he moved against Geto. He could hear movement but didn't look to whatever Gojo was doing, it didn't matter in the moment. He reached up and tugged. Geto's hair came loose and curtained around his head, and it was how he hoped it would feel. And Geto smiled, a look Nanami had never seen before, softer than he thought the man could be. "Mine," Nanami whispered.
"Yours," Geto agreed and a few more thrusts later groaned, went rigid as the orgasm hit. Nanami loved the feel of that against him, but also his partner having an orgasm, but not knotting him, hurt. It pissed him off that his body didn't realize that Geto was enough. "Shh, Gojo is here, and will fix it."
"You bet," Gojo agreed, "come here," he felt himself tugged and pulled and they were in the chair, with Nanami bouncing on Gojo's cock. It felt a bit weird and awkward but also good, only he was facing out. Why did Gojo seem not to want to see him?
Nanami couldn't stop the sad whine that came from deep in his throat.
"What the fuck?" Gojo snarled, "what are you thinking right now?" A hand pressed to his scent gland. Gripped too tightly. "Where did you go?"
"Why don't you want to look at me?" Nanami loathed how needy that sounded. That he had whined. He growled a bit, and tried to get up, get away. Because fuck that. Fuck all of this, he'd deal with the pain. "Get out."
He almost managed to get up but Gojo pulled him down, a little too hard with the grunt that Gojo let out when Nanami flopped back on him. Nanami just kept falling onto Gojo. Maybe it meant something, or maybe heat sex and feelings were just awkward and uncomfortable. Hands moved him, twisted him so he was sitting sideways on Gojo's lap, so that he could see Gojo's face.
Gojo's gaze was angry, and if he was a weaker man, he'd been cowering. And honestly his heat had him feeling weaker than if they were in the office. He wasn't scared because like hell he'd ever be scared of Gojo but he leaned up, in, and nuzzled Gojo scented him, to calm the alpha down.
That got him scruffed and no. He snarled and shifted so that he was astride Gojo's lap and looking down at him, their gaze met.
"Well, well, are we going to have an old fashioned claiming fight, I would be very interested in watching the two of you fight."
Geto's voice made Nanami shiver, and his body cramped at the lack of knotting. He sank one hand into Gojo's hair and tugged his head back - hard. The other hand grabbed Gojo's cock, to hold it steady as Nanami sank down on it. He set the pace, rode Gojo until he felt the knot swell in him, ground down which had Gojo moaning. When Gojo started to shut his eyes, Nanami pulled at his hair harder. "Look at me," he snarled.
The eyes snapped open, and met his gaze. "Kento," Gojo whispered.
"Dumbass," Nanami replied, which got a laugh from Geto, but not from Gojo. Gojo whose eyes were so painfully blue, and painfully sad. "Why?"
"I'm hurting you right now," Gojo said. "I don't want to hurt you."
Nanami frowned, "I feel pretty fucking great, Satoru. Your knot is in the right spot, you smell amazing, and I am really hoping Geto will jerk off on my back while you are holding me. I have everything I wanted. Except the fact that you don't seem to want to look at me, even though you had plans to kidnap me. I don't understand."
"Look, I get that I didn't pay attention a lot in school. Naturally a genius, so why bother?"
Nanami enjoyed that he and Geto both made the same noise of derision at that brag.
Gojo didn't snark back though, this was serious to him. A hand reached up and was massaging his scent gland, made Nanami purr and lean his head on Gojo's shoulder. It was awkward, but manageable. "I did pay attention in some classes though. And health class said, it was painful for an omega in heat to not be fucked from behind."
Nanami closed his eyes. "Gojo." He pressed a kiss to Gojo's neck. "That is the stupidest thing you have ever said. And one time you asked me if our porn imprint should have a duck fuck a person."
"Not a regular duck, like a monster duck. Someone out there would want to ride a dick that insane! And they said being like this would hurt you. I don't ever want to hurt you Kento. Annoy you, piss you off, but not hurt you." Those fingers were rubbing his scent gland, trying to soothe, "this is hurting right?"
"No," Nanami smiled and snuggled in more, "no it feels very good. Satoru that was bullshit. Maybe it hurts some people, or a weird study was done, or you fell asleep and missed information. But fucking, knotting, while face to face does not hurt me." He flicked Gojo's nipple and watched the man shiver. "I won't let you hurt me."
"But I am so very good at hurting people, how could you stop me?"
Nanami nipped Gojo's throat, just a bit. "I'll stop you," he swore. He felt Geto move about the room, and then he was next to them. "We'll stop him."
"We will," Geto agreed. He was leaning down and kissing Gojo. "Foolish boy," was said softly and with a great deal of love. "Especially since one time you got drunk and rambled for ten minutes about knotting Kento's mouth while I fucked him."
Nanami grew dizzy at the thought. And hard again. "Gojo," he whined a bit. A lick to the man's neck also because he was tasty. It was enough of a hint and Gojo's hand was between them, jerking him off. He closed his eyes, rested against his alpha as he heard a noise behind him - Geto's hand on skin, it sounded so absurd really, but the feel of Geto's come hitting his back, tipped him over into his own orgasm.
"Want to be messy," Nanami said.
"We can take care of that," Gojo promised. Fingers pressed at his scent gland. "Who do you want biting you first, me or Geto?"
"It has to be you," Geto replied. "My bite would only make making him null if it did anything at all. I'm going to go get you some food."
"Not hungry," Nanami said.
"Another smoothie then," Geto disappeared.
"He's gonna fuss," Nanami didn't want fuss. He wanted…fuss. It was different, the words were said different in his head and he wasn't sure if he could get them to understand. The heat was sinking in so much, he wasn't sure he understood. He sucked on Gojo's skin to help him think. But it just made him hard again.
"Now something porn told me, is that when an omega is like this, they can get off just from stimulation of their scent gland. Wanna see?"
Nanami began to purr as Gojo's fingers rubbed at his scent gland. It felt good and had him hard again but he was fairly certain it wouldn't get him all the way over. He shifted on Gojo's lap, and moaned as the knot pressed in him in just the right spot. Closer, but not there.
Also he had had a fair bit of orgasms, frankly more than he was used to in a heat. And he was feeling better for it. He was realizing perhaps he had such a fraught relationship with his heats because perhaps his body hadn't been getting what it needed.
He had needed Gojo and Geto.
Now that he knew that, if they ever thought of going anywhere, he would let them know the error of their ways. "Mine," he growled, not really aware that that came out of nowhere to Gojo, and he bit Gojo's throat.
"Hey, hey," there was a fair bit of alpha command in those words and, "be a good boy."
"No," Nanami said and bit him again. He winced and moaned as a slap was delivered to his scent gland. "Gojo, mine."
"I am. I'm here, no need to get all bitey, that's my job."
Nanami just bit him again, hard enough to bruise for a few days and that got a slap to his ass and to his scent gland. Which was enough for a pitiful orgasm in comparison to the previous ones. He was so tired now. He could hear steps and couldn't even bother to look at Geto. He did feel it though as Gojo's body relaxed and they could separate.
"Hey, can you take him for a bit, next round I'm going to bite him, so we need towel and a couple things," he could hear being told to Geto. He was lifted up and he was about to growl at being let go of, but then Geto slid onto the chair in Gojo's place, almost seamlessly and he curled against Geto and fuck it, latched onto the man's neck, bit as he had Gojo.
"Mmm, I think I'll be watching a vampire movie later, you have me hankering for that sort of story." A soothing hand stroked his hair. "But I need you to sip some of this for me." His head was gently moved, and a straw pressed to his lips. He took a few sips, but the fruit tasted almost sour on his tongue, all he wanted to taste was his mates. He pushed it away and went back to licking Geto. "None of that, just a few more sips."
Nanami frowned but did as Geto asked. A few more sips and then the glass was set aside. "Mine," he said to make it clear.
"Indeed," was the reply and his head was moved so that he was looking Geto in the eye. Geto's hair was wild, tangled and he really wanted to groom the beta. Nanami reached up and smoothed the locks down, which got a pleased noise, which made him happy in return. "Do not tell him I said this, but Gojo was right - we should have kidnapped you months ago. We knew you belonged to us, and we had to wait. While you fucked someone else. Do you know how hard I needed to fuck Gojo to keep him calm, when you came in smelling like another alpha?"
Nanami really wanted to watch that. But he was also curious about something. "Can I fuck you sometime?"
"Of course, little one," Geto replied. "Gojo isn't allowed to much, because he gets impatient. But you wouldn't would you, you'd do exactly what I told you to, while you fucked me."
Nanami moaned and nodded. He needed again and sucked on Geto's skin. Geto began to describe what it would be like and the thought and arousal made him dizzy. Geto's fingers felt different on his scent gland than Gojo's but just as good.
"Okay, got everything. We good?"
"We are," Nanami heard from Geto. He was picked up, moved to the bed.
"Fucking you from behind this time, because easier to make a claiming bite, okay?" Gojo said. "Last chance to reject us."
That had Nanami making a terrifying noise, a mix of rage and fear at the thought of rejecting everything he had ever wanted and immediately both men were kissing him, soothing, gentle. He was lain on his side, between the men, and Geto's hands helped move them about, helped Gojo slide into him, yet again. It made Nanami aware of just how much slick and come was on this thighs, and Geto liked things neat, tidy. But he was not caring in the least about all this mess.
Geto was smiling, a wide thing, and it made him look young, soft. "Hello," he said, which was a bit absurd at this point, especially with how Gojo was moving, fucking him so that they could knot, so that it wouldn't hurt as much when Gojo bit him.
"Hiya," Nanami had to reply and giggle a bit.
"You know that after he bites you, the rest of the heat, you'll be fairly out of it, and we will take care of you. Do you trust us to do so?"
"Yeah," Nanami said, "I trust you Geto."
"What about me, do you trust me?" Gojo whispered against his ear.
"Fuck no," Nanami answered. That got him a laugh from Geto and a growl from Gojo. He tilted his head against the pillow to expose his neck and shoulder as much as he could. "I am obsessed with you," he added, "painfully, desperately. It is a problem."
"Nah, baby, I'm the solution not the problem. Last chance." Gojo was moving quicker, and it was going to happen. He had never wanted anything more.
"I never had a chance from the day I met the two of you," Nanami answered. He refused to close his eyes and watched Geto as Gojo's knot pressed in, and then Gojo's teeth bit into his scent gland, claimed him. "Ow," he said and hands touched him, brought him to orgasm, and he passed out.
Nanami opened his eyes and the first thing he thought was that he smelled disgusting. The next was that he felt disgusting. A telling sign that he was over the heat. He touched his neck and felt the ridges of the alpha bite on his scent gland. Claimed. That made him smile and he opened his eyes, expected to see his mates.
He only saw an empty room.
"Gojo?" he called out, voice rough from sleep, from shouting during the heat. But there was no answer. And if there was no Gojo, there was no Geto, he didn't need to check.
Nanami sat up and went to the bathroom. He didn't bother with the toilet, just put the shower on hot as he could stand, let the water run over him as he pissed, everything going down the drain. The water felt good, soothed strained muscles, even as it stung the healing bite mark.
Soap felt like heaven as he scrubbed himself clean. He wasn't quite as gross as he thought he would be, which suggested Geto had been taking care of him. He lingered under the spray longer than he usually did, because a man deserved an indulgent shower after a heat. Particularly when his mates seemed to have left.
He needed to be loose and comfortable when he murdered them.
Still, he couldn't stay in there forever, and he stepped out, dried off. He put on sweatpants to put the sheets in the washer. He checked the fridge and there was definitely less drinks and snacks than he had made so they had fed him, but still he was starving. Nanami made himself food, enjoyed it quite a bit. Sheets put in the dryer, and then he dressed.
Nanami knew he should probably take it easy that day, but when did he ever take it easy? He went to a tattoo shop that he had researched and there was an artist with an open slot. They breathed in and suggested that just coming off a heat was perhaps not the best time to get inked as it might lead to regrets.
"No, I will regret many things in this life, but not this," Nanami said firmly and explained what he wanted. Then it was another twenty minutes to convince the tattoo artist to do it. They kept pointing out that no one was with them, and was Nanami really sure, that a tattoo that close to the scent gland, could not be laser removed. How many clients regretted something like this. Nanami appreciated their concern. But he was resolute.
It was a small and simple black work tattoo, done in under an hour and carefully bandaged. He paid and left with a card explaining care, and some lotion to put on, and added bonus it would help heal the claiming mark as well. He thanked them, tipped generously for their consideration.
Nanami made his way home and standing out front were Gojo and Geto, all neat and tidy, and rather angry. He nodded politely to them and went inside; he didn't try to bar them or yell at them. They followed in, and Geto locked the door after himself.
Nanami went to the kitchen and put on the kettle. The two sat on the couch. It was an odd parallel to how this started. He made up the tea tray and brought it over. Sat across from them. They all just stared. "I have a feeling I would hate your apartment, but also this place is not big enough for the three of us." He could see that that confused them. "I'm sorry, was I supposed to be upset that you left me alone after my heat concluded?"
"I mean…no, we did think we'd be back before you woke up," Gojo explained. "But also…maybe a bit?"
"I see, because why?"
Gojo opened his mouth and closed it. "I don't know," he finally said. "Huh. Okay, so yeah. But sorry?"
"Thank you. Now then, since I have decided not to murder both of you for leaving without a note, even if I could understand it was to get clean clothes, we must discuss the future." Nanami took a sip of tea, waited. "Geto, I trust you have plans."
"I already put an offer on the building to the left of this. It will take a fair bit of remodelling to turn them into one unit, and you will have to live in our apartment while that happens. We already took over a fair bit of your clothing when we went back this morning."
Nanami nodded. "Acceptable." He watched them. "A note would be appreciated in the future."
Geto pointed and Nanami looked at the counter. Gojo's sunglasses were sitting there. There was no clearer sign they would be returning. He put his tea cup down and went over to them. Knelt between their legs. "Do not expect this regularly." He leaned his head on Geto's knee and looked up at Gojo. "Mine," he said.
"Yeah, I am." There was a grin, and finger guns. "He is too. And you are fucking stuck with us."
Gojo's hand reached down and squeezed his shoulder and Nanami could not hide the wince and yelped a bit. Gojo's eyes widened in horror. "But you were healing fast, we did everything right to make sure that you were healing from the bite."
"You were gone, I needed to make something clear," Nanami said and undid the dress shirt, showed the bandage. "It can come off in five hours."
"What is under that bandage, Kento?" Geto asked. A hand was in his hair to make him look at Geto. It was the coldest he had ever seen the man look. "What did you do?"
"Hey it is Nanami, no way did he do something stupid like scar my bite or something," Gojo tried to soothe. "Let's all stay cool in this moment."
"No, I don't think I will," Nanami said and surged up, to sit astride Geto. "What do you think I did?"
"Something you shouldn't have," Geto answered. "Something you can't take back."
"That happened the day I met the two of you, there was no going back after that." Nanami pulled out his phone and showed the photo the artist had taken. It was a simply black koi fish that circled around Gojo's bite. "I told you, mine."
Geto was staring at the photo, and Nanami could not read his face. Gojo gently turned the phone so he could see the picture. Gojo leaned against Geto.
"Look at that," Gojo said softly. "Look at that."
Nanami growled just a little bit. "You said you were going to be ugly about possessing me, trust me you have no idea what I am going to be like." He kissed Geto, and then Gojo. "I own both of you now, and you will deal with it."
Nanami shivered at the smile both men gave him. They were dark, full of promise, and so very hungry. He stood up. "My bed is a mess, and as you said you stole a large swath of my clothes. Shall we go to your place?" He began to walk and found himself pushed against a wall, hands tugging at his clothes. "Guess not," he managed to say before he was very occupied.
He needed to remember to send that doctor a thank you gift for the medication confusion.