Death of My Hustle, My Trajectory, My Style, and My Lane

by kurorotic (jingucciwrites)

Summary:

Suna tries to kill himself, but Osamu keeps getting in the way.

Notes:

• For littleguanshan.

read the tags, it's rin's turn to be abused.

title is a lyric from kilo kish & miguel - death fantasy

bsky / twt

Rintarou's stomach churned upon slowly gaining full consciousness, the faint smell of foreign pheromones have his nose scrunching and turning away to face the nightstand beside the bed. The sight of the half empty bottle of vodka sends another rush of nausea to his stomach and he let out a pained groan, there was a dull throb in his head as well.

He remembered bits and pieces of last night, a gratuitous amount of alcohol and recreational drugs that were shared with everyone partying in this suite. Rintarou was mainly with his boyfriend, Yasumi, who was particularly clingy with having Rintarou in his lap and feeding him shot after shot.

Two of Yasumi's bandmates came by too, his memories shift from seeing them walking in and greeting their friend to Rintarou being commanded onto his knees by alpha. Ah… that'll do it… Rintarou leapt out of bed and hauled ass towards the bathroom, hunched over the toilet as he expelled whatever happened to be residing in his stomach.

He doesn't know who else is still here, doesn't want to remember who else his alpha made him suck off, he should really get out of here and head back home. Rintarou rinsed out his mouth, spitting out the water in the sink and barely spared a look in the mirror before stepping back in to the bedroom.

He knows he looks used up and sickly, doesn't need a reminder of that.

Seems all his vomiting didn't wake the woman still sound asleep in the bed, she was a model… or another idol, much younger than him, softer innocent face. Already mixed in with this crowd, Rintarou seen it time and time again… he grabbed the neck of the vodka bottle and took a healthy swig.

Maybe she'll wise up and get out before they consume her, maybe she'll end up just like Rintarou or worse. Either way, she's not his problem and he's quiet as he sifts through the mess of clothing on the floor to find whatever may belong to him.

He perks up when he discovers his phone in the pocket of some black joggers he might have been wearing then… he doesn't really know. The battery is at fifteen percent and there's a glaring calender notification about an event he needs to be present at tonight.

"Fuck…" Rintarou pushed his legs through his pants as he'd forgotten all about that, or genuinely didn't give a shit really, but this was one of those important events he needed to show his face at or Norimune would come screaming at him. Yasumi would be there with his group too, any idol who was still charting and relevant in today's landscape was invited.

So Rintarou would see his own bandmates as well, ugh.

He grabbed a tank top that had his own scent clinging to it and oh, his sweater was tossed haphazardly on the chair. Socks… they'd just have to stay lost Rintarou told himself before taking another chug from the bottle. The girl remained asleep as he left the bedroom and heard Yasumi's voice, causing his omega to chirp about alpha, but stopped short of the living area as Yasumi was on the phone.

A soft smile plastered on his face, stubble lining his jaw, he certainly appeared to be a better state than Rintarou with his clean clothes and no bags under his eyes. Dread sank Rintarou's gut as even though he only heard one side of the conversation, he knew who his alpha was speaking to.

The gold band suddenly reappearing on his finger only confirmed his suspicion, Rintarou hadn't seen that in the weeks they'd been together. He promised…

Rintarou made himself known as he stepped out from behind the wall and met Yasumi's brown eyes on him, he frankly didn't give a shit if anyone else was here.

"I love you too, I'll see you tonight." Yasumi ended the call looking all too calm as Rintarou's angry pheromones spilled from his scent glands, "Rintarou—"

"You told me that you two were done, what the fuck was that?" The omega immediately snapped, "did she beg for your forgiveness again?"

"I can't exactly spring a divorce up on the kids and our family before Christmas… I need her to think everything is okay with us, at least until after the new year."

"You've been giving me the same bullshit for six months now, you promised you were going to leave her and now it just looks like you're going back? How long do you plan on keeping this fucking facade up for her and everyone else?"

"Rin, baby, it's not easy, you know this," Yasumi attempted to take Rintarou's hand, but the omega just swatted his away, "she's my wife and the mother of my children, I need the right timing and—"

"Yeah, yeah, because there's definitely a perfect and designated time to leave that bitch of a wife that you apparently hate, but I wouldn't be shocked if you wound up knocking her up again for the sake of saving face," Rintarou rolled his eyes and went to turn around, "forget it, I'm fucking done with you and all your bullshit, I'm not going to be strung along any more."

"You aren't going anywhere, omega," Yasumi snapped back at him and grabbed his bicep, "do you forget what I have on you? You must want me to put out those videos, yeah? Even got more from last night."

Rintarou hisses from how painfully the alpha is gripping his arm, never mind his omega whining because of the command and wanting to submit, "who ever knew that blackmail could be so romantic? I don't give a fuck, do what you want."

"Of course you don't care you selfish little bitch, but we both know your group would be ruined by the scandal, do you want to be cause of that huh?" Yasumi growled as Rintarou glared back at him, "you know I love you, I want to be with you, but you can't keep making everything so fucking difficult for me."

Rintarou wants to scream at him that he doesn't give a fuck about his group members either, not like they've done anything for him lately. They could all rot in hell because all he wanted was alpha, the only person who at least pretend to care about him. Love him. Saw him as more than just a pretty face.

"You know I'll do it too." Yasumi's voice was low, his pheromones pumping into the air as Rintarou felt his knees getting weaker, the submissive haze settling in. And it's true, Rintarou could name three other former idols off the top of his head who had their careers ended by Yasumi. But they deserved it for pissing him off, Rintarou was special to him.

He wouldn't actually…

"I just sick of waiting on you, alpha, I want you to myself."

"I know you do sweetheart, but… I just need you to be good for me, wait a little longer, you can do that for alpha, right?" Yasumi loosened his grip, bringing his hand to cup Rintarou's chin, "I've kept you for this long because I want to make you my wife and I'm not fucking around when I say that, I'm being real with you."

"… But you keep saying that over and over, I can't sit here waiting forever on you, I don't want you talking to her anymore."

Yasumi let out a soft sigh as he let go of Rintarou's chin, he then felt the rough sting of Yasumi's hand on his cheek and he nearly toppled to the floor, "you don't tell me what to do, I'm your alpha, your ungrateful, useless, bad omega."

Bad omega?

"I have given you so much and now you're acting like this? Need I remind you of your place, Rintarou." Another smack to his jaw followed, his omega whimpering because alpha mad, bad omega, "I made you and I can bring your entire life crashing down on you, you'll be nothing without me. Completely fucking worthless because you didn't know how to keep your mouth shut and submit."

"I'm sorry," Rintarou quickly spat out, looking up at his alpha from his spot on the floor with a bruise blooming on his cheek, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… I.. I'm sorry, I won't do it again."

"I dunno Rin, you've got a mouth on you, all those snarky comments I hear you making, I don't think you respect me."

Bad omega, bad omega, bad omega, make alpha forgive you.

"I do, I love you," Rintarou got up on his knees to approach Yasumi, his hands going right for his belt, "I'll show you, I can be good."

A pleasured spike in his pheromones paired with a sly smile as Yasumi rest his hand in Rintarou's hair and didn't stop him from unbuckling his belt. This always made alpha feel better, made him happy, he'd keep Rintarou by his side as long he was good.

The footsteps from behind him and the surprised squeak from the girl in the bedroom didn't distract Rintarou as he pulled out Yasumi's cock. His omega crept into his brain, yearning to serve alpha, needing to be good and nothing else mattered.

"You should stay and watch, baby, aren't you his biggest fan?"

 

 

 

By time Rintarou left the hotel and arrived at his apartment, his skin felt grimy and his mood soured even further with his omega dropping. That'd been happening more often after he'd leave Yasumi's place, no longer squealing with joy and instead moping from disappointing alpha.

Rintarou was only sabotaging himself every time he opened his mouth and demanded answers from Yasumi, he should be submissive and demure for alpha. But not when he was still fucking around with his wife, not when he lacked any ability to permanently cut her off and show Rintarou that he truly loved him.

Was Rintarou not good enough? What would he have to do? How many more times did Yasumi need to watch Rintarou getting fucked by his friends? Producers? Other celebrities? It all disgusted Rintarou when he was alone in the shower, scrubbing his skin raw and pink as to erase any evidence of that party.

Bad omega… bad omega… bad omega…

He thought this was it, that after all this time Yasumi would choose him, would pick him and love him with everything in his heart. He kept promising, declaring to Rintarou that he was the most important omega in his life, that he'll always be his special princess. Strange how hard that is to actually believe when he treats Rintarou more like a fucking hole to be passed around.

But does he deserve any better? Everyone in his life has used and tossed him away in some capacity, Yasumi just lasted the longest since Rintarou loved him. Needed him. Craved every single word of praise that recently, did very little to soothe his hurting omega. The drugs and alcohol could only numb so much… being sober was now his greatest enemy.

Too many thoughts, too many realizations, too many emotions and voices that Rintarou wants to shut out. He sits crouched on the shower floor, the warm water running over his body as his head feels ready to bust at any moment now. Why won't he leave her? Why doesn't he love me? Why doesn't anyone love me? I'm so fucking lonely.

People come and go, no one stays, they know how much of a screw up Rintarou is and that he's easy as long as Yasumi is around to command him. Those foreign hands all over him, inside of him, violating every inch of his body when he's forced to submit and be a pretty doll for Yasumi. And outside of the hotels, they pretend nothing has happened, like they didn't snort a line or two before mounting Rintarou for a quick fuck.

Yasumi feeding him alcohol and pills and laughing with them all, despite Rintarou only wanting him, Yasumi gives him away to anyone who asks. Or pays enough. Was that Rintarou's sole function in this world, to be used over and over by all these older alphas who barely saw him as a person. Was he human anymore?

Rintarou doesn't know when he started crying, but it felts as if his heart is splitting in two and his chest is being ripped open. His omega is whimpering and whining in his head, wanting alpha so badly. No one wants him, no one is going to save him, this was a mess of his own making.

He could try to do better, please alpha, impress him, be the better omega to prove that he'll be a wonderful wife. But that's all he's done is try and try and try, he's followed all of Yasumi's orders and nothing has ever come of it. Not a collar or a bite or a ring… because who would want a whore like Rintarou? Maybe that's why.

What's the point if Rintarou just feels like dogshit all the time? He'll be damaged goods to anyone, no sane alpha will want him. And his omega won't shut the fuck up, he gets it, he's useless and worthless and doesn't have the privilege to take another breath. Nothing Rintarou can do will matter, he would be better off dead as opposed to living this tortured existence.

All those alphas all over him, could he get through another night like that? Yasumi will put it all out there if Rintarou refused to answer like the bitch he's trained him to be. While he knows Atsumu, Osamu, and Kiyoomi don't care for him at all, they likely view him as a burden assuming they spare any thoughts to him, it'd be cruel for their lives to be ruined because of him.

But there is an out.

Rintarou rises to turn off the shower and nabs a towel from the rack, doing the bare minimum of drying himself as he leaves the bathroom and walks through his messy bedroom. His sheets are pulled all over the place on his bed, his clothes are everywhere, but the hamper, his desk is a war zone of trash and food containers.

His only destination is out to the balcony though, welcomed by the freezing cold that comes with December weather. His hands braced onto the glass that surrounded his little balcony as he looked down at the streets below, only with the towel loosely wrapped around his hip. Rintarou could do it and no one would miss him.

His fans, maybe, but they'll move onto some other idol. His bandmates would be happy not to have a slacker on their team. He'd be in the news for a week at most, Inarizaki could sweep it under the rug with ease. His parents… they didn't need to know how his sad life ended up.

His sister… that's the only person that brought him a moment of hesitation. Mayu, a female clone of himself with a sweeter disposition, she was also an idol. She would text him everyday, even if he only responded with emojis or one word answers. Her disappointment would be immeasurable if she ever caught wind of how her big brother ended up.

Rintarou preferred to push her out of his mind when he was with Yasumi and his friends… didn't want to even think about Mayu in his place. She has a good head on her shoulders though, someone like Yasumi wouldn't take advantage of her. Taking advantage… no, you walked into that trap of fucking a married man.

The temptation waxed and waned the longer he stood there and stared downwards, leaning over the railing, his body beginning to shiver from the cold. The event tonight… an awards show… everyone would be there, including Mayu and her cute group mates. He can see her one more time… then revisit this spot.

Yeah.

He was rudely pulled out of this… zone… when harsh winds blew past and fucking hell, his entire body was shivering as he hurried inside and slid the door closed. He had a few hours to mentally prepare himself before he needed to show up for the stylist and he's fairly sure he still had some weed around here somewhere.

He grabbed his phone off the charger as he went off into the living room that wasn't any cleaner than his bedroom, there were even more random food containers and beer bottles and general trash that didn't make it into the bin. Of course there was a message from his sister, excited to see him tonight and she's pretty sure their tables were close to each other.

He was in too many group chats to count, all of which were muted by now since he rarely cared enough to check in on what other people were doing. There were messages from his manager that he ignored, some DMs from random guys who wanted to know if he could hook them up…

"Samu?" Rintarou murmured as he saw that Osamu sent something yesterday.

 

From Big boy 🍙

came by but u weren't around

can you get back to me whenever you see this?

 

To Big boy 🍙

was w/ yasu

ill be coming tonight dw

 

"There you are…" Rintarou let out a victorious hum when he opened up a small, ornate wooden box, painted with three foxes and weasel on the lid -pretty sure it was a gift from a fan- and there was a bag of weed waiting on him. He ignored how his stomach grumbled for food as he sat down on the couch and scrolled up through their conversation to see he missed a few other texts from Osamu.

Mostly asking if he was alright and where he'd been.

His phone vibrated as he was occupied rolling up a joint on the coffee table and he idly wondered if he still had any beer in the fridge… he only came back to his apartment when Yasumi got pissy with him or abandoned him at some party. He checked his phone first and figured he'd see if there was anything leftover afterwards.

 

From Big boy 🍙

figures

are you still w/ him?

 

To Big boy 🍙

nahhh im at home

but leaving at 5 to see hayami

 

From Big boy 🍙

ill come over then

 

To Big boy 🍙

noooooooo LOL i have wayyyy too much to clean ヽ(*。>Д<)o゜

and im smoking so i rly need the alone time

but ill see you tonight fr

 

From Big boy 🍙

alright rin

 

To Big Boy 🍙

LOVE YA 🥰💞💞💞💞💞

 

 

 

Hayami was a miracle worker who thankfully didn't ask many questions about the bruise on Rintarou's cheek, she just covered it up while they gossiped about everyone else. He didn't care much to give input on whatever she was putting him in for the red carpet, his mind was already running on autopilot and he could trust her to make him look fabulous during his last carpet appearance.

Huh…

The thought ran through his mind as he admired himself in the mirror, this would be the last time the public would be seeing him alive. They didn't have a performance scheduled so it'd just be photos of him walking on the red carpet, probably with his band mates, and whatever fancams the audience got as they watched their table. An odd weight was lifted off of his shoulders as he made eye contact with his reflection, everything would be okay when he could finally end it.

"Yami, come take a selfie with me before I head out."

The much shorter woman comes over to tuck herself into Rintarou's side as he holds up his phone and snaps a few photos as they do various poses. He thanks her for dressing him and making him look presentable, then he's on his way out once his uber arrives. He bothers with messaging their manager to see where they're meeting up and uploads the selfie to instagram, remembering to tag Hayami's studio and the designer clothes he's wearing.

The likes and comments are near instant, he hadn't really noticed it's been weeks since he last posted, the picture being some morning selfie when he was in Kyoto with Yasumi. They spent the day shopping, eating, drinking, and fucking like rabbits since Yasumi was going on about leaving his wife soon… Rintarou was thrilled, he believed every word from his alpha. He was so special.

His manager told him the location where the other members were meeting up and had a long lecture that Rintarou closed out of because he wasn't about to read all of that. Not when none of this would matter when the show was over. Gone were the days when Rintarou would feel nervous about all the photographers and press waiting on him, it was all work now.

Going through the motions until he was properly alone once more.

Security was there to escort him once his uber pulled up and it wasn't difficult to miss the head of blond hair that belonged to Atsumu. Kiyoomi was on his phone next to him, frowning as that was his permanent expression. Osamu already looked bored as hell with his hands shoved in his pockets and his grey eyes found Rintarou first.

"Rin… ya showed up," Osamu murmured, giving the omega's outfit a once over, "feels like ages since I seen ya."

"I'm only here so I won't get fired," Rintarou teased the alpha, "but maybe I did miss you too, Samu."

Osamu's lips quirked up into a small smile, "ain't nothin' stopping ya from coming over to my place."

"I can think of one reason," Atsumu butt into their conversation with that damn knowing smile, "good ta see ya, didn't think you'd pull yerself away from Sumi-chan long enough to grace us with yer presence."

"Oh after this is over I'll be heading straight back to his place for more pheromonal, mind blowing sex." Rintarou cooly answered as Atsumu fake gagged in response.

"Can we get this over with since everyone is here?" Kiyoomi asked.

"Let's get goin' fellas, pretend as if we like each other." Atsumu joked, leading the way as one of the carpet coordinators waved them through. Rintarou barely kept up with online fan gossip and rumors these days, but the ongoing joke that their group hated each other because they were never seen in public together was a popular one.

They're going on three years since having released any album. Atsumu was clearly burnt out no matter how much he tried to deny it, Kiyoomi was pivoting into acting and succeeding at it, and Osamu had been getting into the restaurant business, specifically onigiri. As far as Rintarou was concerned, they didn't really have the time nor interest in gathering into the studio again as a group and Inarizaki was focused on promoting their younger talents.

Atsumu handled answering most of the questions as they were hounded by various press and Rintarou zoned out just enough to pose for more photos. All the flashing lights, all the attention was on them, begging to know if they'd been working on any music or if there were solo projects coming out. They kept the answers safe, clean, a tiny bit hopeful for their fans who were waiting for something new in the next year or so…

Rintarou was inside before he really even knew it and they were being directed towards their table that was in a section with other groups from Inarizaki. He spotted more than a few familiar faces loitering about, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima… Yasumi with his band mates that were across the room. His omega whined his in head, not from wanting to see alpha, but fright at being punished again.

Thank god for the champagne provided here.

"Rin-nii!"

Rintarou was halfway through chugging his glass when his little sister bounded over, looking adorable in her evening gown with her hair and makeup all done up. She took him immediately in a hug that Rintarou quickly reciprocated, he could smell the happy pheromones seeping from her scent glands while his own were muted by the blockers he'd taken. He did not need anyone sniffing out his true mood.

"Do you know the last time we hung out was in March? I never see you anymore!" Mayu huffed as she stole the seat beside Rintarou, her round cheeks puffed out, "you've been spending all your time with that creepy boyfriend of yours."

"One day when you're in love, you'll understand, Mayu," Rintarou took another sip as Osamu sat down to the right of him, "Samu is always with Yukie, right?"

"Nope, I had lunch with him two weeks ago and we invited you, but you never responded! Do you hate me? Is that it?"

"You know it's impossible for me to hate you, I'm just busy and time gets away from me," Rintarou lightly shrugged, resisting the urge to ruffle her hair, "we can do something next week, whatever you want."

"Why do I feel like you're just saying that?" Ugh, Mayu really did have Suna blood in her, "you've been so distant lately too, it's hard to even get a hold of you… but I'll take this as a win, I guess. As long as you don't forget."

"I'm sorry, I just get really caught up with him and… you know, I have all my other work too so it gets a bit hectic…" Rintarou said, reaching out to take her hand, "I'll plan out a whole day for us together like the best big brother ever, alright?"

"You're my only nii-chan, I hate how he's capitalized on all your time and it makes me miss you so much." Mayu's pout did move something in his empty heart, a small twinge, "I get worried too… I hear some stuff—"

"They're always saying shit about me, that's what happens when you're incredibly hot and soooo popular," Rintarou said with a sly smile that did get a tiny laugh out of her, "I'm fine, alright? You don't have to worry about what I'm doing or who I'm seeing. Let's just keep tonight fun and not fall asleep halfway from everyone sucking their own dicks."

"Okay… I believe you, but if you forget again I'll come over and hold you hostage, you were my brother first!"

"Ah, you're always adorable." Rintarou leaned forward to plant a kiss on her forehead and gave her another hug, a tighter one this time. He didn't want to break her heart, but he could at least leave her with a good memory, right? He could bounce right now and his objective would be complete, seeing Mayu smile and fuss over him like their mother.

None the wiser.

She left their table shortly after to return to her own group, Atsumu and Kiyoomi were off mingling with Hinata and Bokuto, they always had some strange friendship going on there. Rintarou should probably find his friends too, at least act like he was excited to be here and get in some last conversations with them, he barely knows the last time he spoke with half the people in this room.

Would they really care though? How many people know what you've been doing? The people you've been letting fuck you? If Mayu's heard chatter, then others may know more…

"Ya eat today?"

Osamu's calm voice pulled him out of his haze, he glanced over to the alpha to see that his glass of champagne was still somewhat full, "… Had some chips when I saw Hayami, are you going to drink that?"

"Yes," Osamu flatly answered, then pushed the plate full with appetizers towards him, "ya look like ya lost weight, is he even feedin' ya right?"

"Oh, he's feeding me something," Rintarou smirks as Osamu rolled his eyes, "you walked into that one, come on."

"Shut up and eat, no more drinkin' fer ya tonight either."

"Were you put on babysitting duty?" Rintarou takes one of the crackers and pops it into his mouth, "I can take care of myself, dad."

"Evidently not if yer drinkin' like a fish and ghostin' yer own sister," Osamu said, "it's not like ya Rin, I don't like whatever yer turning into."

"Then don't look," Rintarou hadn't realized just how hungry he actually was until he as clearing the plate, the last meal he ate was… yesterday during lunch? I don't know, he doesn't like the way Osamu's judgemental gaze is boring into him.

"I'm yer best friend, I'll always care about ya whether ya like it or not, yer stuck with me."

Rintarou was going to need more alcohol to get through this night, fuck, "… well, maybe we can have this whole heart to heart later when everyone isn't watching us. In fact, I'm going to see if Keiji or Motoya are here."

"Rin…"

Rintarou was off, doing what he usually did best as he was always such a social butterfly and got along with nearly every idol around here. It was easy to sneak in drinks without Osamu looming over him, easy to lose himself in talking shit with Motoya, easy to catch up with Keiji and Kenma after they teased him for ignoring their group chat.

They'd all be left with decent memories of him, nothing bad, just… fun. By time he returned to their assigned table, the award show was due to start any minute now and Rintarou was comfortably buzzed. Osamu shoved a water bottle in his direction and Rintarou took it without any additional fuss. All he needed to do was get through this two hour ceremony. Or was it three?

There were various performances throughout, something to break up the monotony of all these awards and dreadfully boring speeches. Rintarou only really paid attention to when his sister's group was up and their whole table was obnoxiously cheering and singing along. Even Kiyoomi got into it.

Otherwise, Rintarou was tuned out, not really touching his phone, responding when he was spoken to, his mind was elsewhere. Off on his balcony, craving to be there right now. Looking down on the bustling city before his body hit the pavement and ended his miserable existence.

"Koutarou rented out this club for an after party if either of you want to come," Kiyoomi looked between Osamu and Rintarou, "I'm only going because it's invite only and he promised the list was short."

"Here I thought ya would be too stubborn." Atsumu smirked, Kiyoomi didn't dignify him with a response.

"I have plans," Rintarou said, "going to see Yasu—"

"Ya can spend a single fuckin' night away from that chump," Osamu interrupted, "we're both goin', don't look at me like I killed yer cat, 'bout time ya had some fun with us."

"Agreed, I do miss hanging out with the three of you," Kiyoomi quietly admitted, "being on set is a bit lonely without you two bitching at each other and Rintarou egging you on."

"Aw, miss me?" Atsumu, taking any crumb that Kiyoomi would toss out there like such a lovesick puppy. Rintarou sighed as he closed his eyes and balled his fists in his lap, he wasn't getting out of this one… okay, after this party he'd go back home.

Atsumu would probably get shitfaced and force Kiyoomi to dance with him, Osamu could hang out with their other friends and Rintarou can sneak out of a side exit once they were all distracted… perfect plan. He was going to do this tonight and nothing else would be getting in his way, he was determined.

"Is Yukie on the list, cuz ya know Samu will probably get all weird and mopey without his girl." Atsumu's question once again brought Rintarou's attention back to their conversation.

"I'll text her about it." Osamu simply replied as he skimmed through his phone and a tiny, very tiny part of Rintarou hoped she wouldn't be there. He didn't need to be further tortured by the sight of those two together, that Rintarou wouldn't ever be held like her by Osamu.

Alpha…

Oh god Rintarou needed a drink. A shot. Some sort of pill or a command.

The rest of the award show went on and Rintarou couldn't tell you a thing about what happened, only that he wanted to crawl out of his own skin and go back home. What if he ran out in front of traffic now? Anything to make it stop.

But no, he had to keep it together, he piled into a truck with his other band mates and his glazed gaze stared out of the window. There was conversation going on, sure, but his mind… he didn't want to be here at all. Just another couple hours and he'd be free, that's what he could focus on. Ground him before he fucking lost it.

The club itself was one he'd been to a few times prior, upscale and catered especially to those who were wealthy and famous. Bokuto probably rented out the place for his best friends since too many nosey people got into these random parties and the stories that would get out, bothersome. Rintarou split from Osamu the moment they were inside and headed off towards the bar, too excited to chat up the bartender for anything to quench his craving.

"Thought ya could escape me?" Osamu's deep voice in his ear sent an odd… pleasurable heat running down his spine, "think again, Sunarin."

"What do you want?" Rintarou snapped back at him, "haven't we already spent enough time together? Your girlfriend will probably be here soon."

"She's goin' ta a Seijoh party, so it'll just be us," Osamu sat himself down in the stool beside Rintarou, ignoring how the omega glared back at him, "can ya blame me fer missin' ya, Rin?"

"You can miss me somewhere else," Rintarou huffed as the bartender dropped off his drink, "I need this, then you can cut me off tomorrow, deal?"

Osamu narrowed his eyes, then let out a soft sigh, "fine, I'm keepin' an eye on ya though."

"Yukie might get jealous if she was here~" Rintarou teased before taking a swig of the brown liquid that burned his throat, perfection. Osamu would probably get bored soon enough, he was never the party type and preferred to sit off in a quieter spot while Atsumu and Rintarou would get into trouble. Speaking of…

"How long 'til those two are making out?" Rintarou asked once he spotted the other half of their group, Atsumu already having taken a shot or two with their friends and Kiyoomi lingering nearby.

"End of the night."

"I'll bet as soon as they're dancing."

"Yeah?" Osamu smirked, Rintarou's stomach fluttered a bit, alpha…

"Is Kiyoomi still dating whatever is name was?" Rintarou really had no clue, he just saw some headline when skimming through his socials months back.

"Nah, got too jealous of his friendship with Tsumu," Osamu easily answered, there was a faint vanilla in the air that Rintarou's nose twitched at, alpha, "gave him an ultimatum and ya see who won."

"Maybe they'll finally stop dancing around each other," Rintarou said, "they're so exhausting to watch."

"Callin' the kettle black, sweetheart."

"No one said you needed to stick around, honey." Rintarou flashed him a grin, but Osamu wasn't going to budge, whatever. He guzzled down a few more drinks as they talked about everyone else around here and Rintarou remembered to ask about Osamu's restaurant ventures. He felt far more relaxed just in this moment, his omega lapping up the pheromones that alpha had curling around them, soothing away the anxiety he'd felt while on the drive here.

He was always a little weak for Osamu, prime reason why he couldn't stand to be around her. She didn't deserve his kindness or attention, he was too good for Yukie and frankly out of Rintarou's league as well. But it's been so long since Rintarou's indulged, since he let himself enjoy Osamu's addictive pheromones that he tried so desperately to run away from.

"Wanna dance?" Rintarou was somewhere between tipsy and drunk, his thoughts were jumbled with all those bad emotions buried underneath. The only way he could stand to be around anyone, fucked out of his brain so he didn't have to think.

"Mmm… yeah."

Rintarou led Osamu off to the dance floor, familiar faces were all around, but Rintarou didn't give a shit when he was swaying to the pop song playing and Osamu's hands were on his waist. They used to do this more, before Yukie was in the picture… before Rintarou began chasing after married men for their attention and look where that landed him.

Used up and unwanted by all.

On the positive side, it's a good, no great way to spend his last night with Osamu and the rest of his friends. Dancing to whatever song the DJ plays, pushing aside his troubles when he loops his arms around Osamu's broad shoulders, nuzzling his nose right into Osamu's neck for a taste fresh from the source. Osamu could look back on this… say that at least Rintarou was happy before swan diving off his balcony.

And that is what had Rintarou giggling, joyful that he wouldn't need to put up with any of this anymore. No more random alphas, no more disappointing Yasumi, no more of being a total burden to his best friends… they'd all be much happier without him. His head felt wonderfully light, his omega pleased with a kind alpha touching him, his conscious clear of any troubles…

That's when he felt it, warm lips pressed against his own and his drunken mind could barely comprehend the concept of Osamu… kissing him? The alpha appeared surprised at his own actions too, but Rintarou wasn't going to let this chance go to waste when Osamu opened the door.

He surged forward, tasting those lips again, threading his fingers in Osamu's hair as the hands on his hips gripped him tighter. The alpha nearly growled into their kisses as their tongues easily slid against each other and Rintarou ground down on Osamu's thigh. Rintarou from decade ago would be jumping for joy at finally getting to kiss his silly crush, now Rintarou was celebrating having Osamu for just one night.

A single, last night. He didn't have to consider any consequences when he wouldn't be here tomorrow, he could take and take all he wanted, all that Osamu would give to him. Rintarou's world amounted to the alpha whose lips he couldn't stop chasing, the big hands that slid down to grope his ass, the delightful pheromones that drowned out all the rest in the air. Good alpha, please alpha, need this alpha…

"Yer drunk." Osamu breathed out once he pulled away, his lips swollen and shiny with spit, he was fucking gorgeous.

"And you're sober, look at you, taking advantage of little 'ol me in my altered mind state."

"Fuck off…" Osamu snickered, he took Rintarou's wrist and pulled him off of the dance floor, heading into one of the empty booths. Rintarou helped himself to Osamu's lap as he straddled him and continued their makeout session, no protest from Osamu.

Rintarou could do this all night… share messy and sloppy kisses, indulge in Osamu's hands all over him, slipping underneath his silk button down to feel his warm skin. He could pretend they only belonged to each other, that Osamu was the only alpha who'd ever laid hands on him, that they were soulmates. Or some cheesy bullshit.

"Are you going to fuck me tonight?" Rintarou murmured by his ear, his own hands went to grope Osamu's tits, always so big and firm.

"Not like this, no," Osamu sighed, running his possessive hands up and down Rintarou's sides, alpha, alpha…

"Sumi-kun prefers me fucked up, I dunno the last time we fucked when I was sober…"

"Don't mention that asshole," Osamu grumbled as Rintarou smirked, "why're ya with him anyway?"

"Because… he's seen me at my worst and still loves me…"

"But I love ya."

Rintarou snorted, he caressed Osamu's jaw with his thumb as those big grey puppy eyes were fixed on him, "not the way he does, he doesn't care if I'm a fuck up…"

Before Osamu can respond again, Rintarou's lips are hot on his once again, he rocks himself on Osamu's thick thigh too. He can chase a little pleasure while he's still here, live out his stupid teenage fantasy of having Osamu under his fingertips. If the alpha knew the truth, he wouldn't want anything to do with Rintarou anyway, that's why Yasumi was the best Rintarou was getting.

What a tragedy.

"Rin…" Osamu may have been sober, but was hypnotized by the sight of Rintarou practically riding his thigh, his omega slick was soaking his underwear and Osamu's arousal was thick in his pheromones. Rintarou fed into the fog that was taking over his mind, Osamu, and the warmth spreading through his body that toppled over how numb he'd been feeling.

He's allowed this one thing, right? Having Osamu…

"Baby, I think I should get ya home," Osamu gripped his hips to hold him still, "or back to my place, I don't wanna leave ya alone like this."

"Mean," Rintarou groaned, his forehead hitting Osamu's shoulder as his arousal still burned, but was slowly simmering down, "you're too good to me."

"Nah, ya just need a friend right now… somethin' ain't right with ya, I'll take care of ya though."

Rintarou mumbled into his shoulder, now fully aware of how loud the music was, how there were all sorts of people around, he needed more alcohol, "it's so loud, Samu."

"I know, come on, we're gettin' ya out of here."

 

 

The last time Rintarou shared a bed with Osamu… likely in one of the hotels they stayed in during one of their past tours, Osamu didn't mind how clingy Rintarou could be. They were younger, innocent, dumb. Laying together with barely any space while listening to music or watching videos on their phone, Rintarou daydreaming about Osamu looking over to kiss him.

And well, he kinda got that now.

Osamu tossed him some old clothing, they crawled into his bed, and within minutes Rintarou was seeking out more kisses. Osamu wound up on top of him as their kisses were lazy and Rintarou's fingers caressed his lower back, there was the underlying urge for more, but Osamu had too much self control.

Others saw Rintarou as an easy prize to take and fuck, Osamu… Osamu still had his morals intact, silly. He could strip Rintarou down right now, command him to submit to alpha, fuck his cock into him and Rintarou wouldn't be able to stop him. At all. Just behave like any other alpha Rintarou's been with, willingly or not.

"… I'll miss you." Rintarou murmured as Osamu's lips trailed down his neck, his own exhausted was hitting him as his eyes fluttered close.

"Ya always got me, baby," His hot breath on Rintarou's neck had his cunt dripping, aching to be full with alpha, "I'll… I'll end it with her, fer ya."

Rintarou could only snort at that, he's heard those false words just this morning. Sleep was taking him as the seconds dragged on, as he felt Osamu's soft lips press one more kiss to him before he shifted off of Rintarou. He feels the alpha snuggle up beside him, arm tossed over his waist, nose seeking out Rintarou's scent gland.

 

 

 

He wakes, not to silence or a foreign scent causing him nausea, but the shouts of a woman that make him want to bury under the sheets. His groggy mind takes its sweet time in catching up as he spots Osamu quickly sitting up and hurrying out of bed, then… oh, that must be Yukie. He dares to peek over at the doorway to see her fully enraged and on the verge of crying as Osamu is… well, trying to explain it away?

Not a bad morning to kill yourself, Suna Rintarou.

"I want the both of you out! OUT!"

Rintarou was somewhat thankful that he did fall asleep with Osamu's clothes on, although he wasn't sure where his outfit from last night was. Osamu probably put it in the wash and you know, Rintarou's willing to eat the hundreds of thousands of yen cost if it mean getting out of this apartment as soon as possible. When did they move in together, was it always like that and Rintarou just never payed enough attention?

Yukie was sobbing and screaming at Osamu as they scurried on out of the front door, something about how she always knew they were messing around, how Osamu was rushing on Rintarou and all sorts of angry words. The door slammed right behind them as they stood out in the hallway and one of the neighbors was clearly peeking through their own door before shutting it.

"… My place?" Rintarou quietly offered as Osamu buried his face in his hands, "… she'll cool off in a few days, you can explain that we didn't do… much."

"Why would I do that? I was breakin' up with her anyway, but now she's got all these dumb ideas in her head," Osamu sighed as he ran his hand through his messy bed hair, "let's just go to yers."

"Think she's gonna tell everyone?" Rintarou asked as they headed for the elevator and he tapped the button. Osamu was still shirtless, so Rintarou took off his sweater to hand to his best friend.

"Ah… thanks," Osamu murmured, pulling it on over his head, "she ain't the gossip type, but her friends will know and I'm not really concerned about what they have ta say about ya."

"Guessing you've heard some rumors about me?"

Osamu responded with a shrug as the elevator doors dinged open, "If I don't hear it from yer mouth, I don't really give a fuck."

Rintarou ignored how his omega perked up at those words and the bloom of warmth in his chest. Good alpha…

 

 

 

"I have to warn you, it's a war zone in there… I didn't plan on having anyone over." Rintarou said as he unlocked his door and allowed Osamu to walk inside first. His omega let out a faint whine as Osamu scanned his filthy surroundings and Rintarou braced himself to be screamed at, possibly punished.

"You've always been a lazy shit, but yer really lettin' yerself live like this?" Osamu clicked his tongue, "ya handle the kitchen, I'll deal with the disaster in the living room after I steal some clothes from ya."

Osamu shook his head with a small sigh before leaving for the hallway and down into Rintarou's bedroom, "Which clothes are even clean? For fucks sake, Sunarin."

Rintarou knew Osamu well by now, it was difficult to get him truly angry unlike Atsumu who was the firecracker of the twins, so he really shouldn't feel relieved that Osamu of all alphas didn't slap the shit out of him for living in a pigsty. Still, it took him a moment to move his feet and tend to the stack of dirty dishes in the sink, along with the general mess on the counters and elsewhere.

He left his phone on the counter and turned on one of his playlists as Osamu got to picking up all the beer bottles and food containers, dumping them in a black garbage bag while humming along to the songs. It was a much older playlist, one that Rintarou made for their road trips during touring stops and it's been a minute since he listened to it.

The normalcy was… jarring in a way. Back when they lived in a dorm together, chores were split up between the four of them and sometimes two of them would be stuck deep cleaning the apartment. Kiyoomi would absolutely volunteer each and every single time if that were allowed, but Atsumu used the excuse to drag him off somewhere while Osamu and Rintarou were scrubbing the floors.

At least the three of them did pick up cleaning tips and tricks from Kiyoomi.

Osamu grumbled at him to clean up his bedroom while the alpha dealt with the bathrooms and Rintarou stripped the bed of its sheets and carried piles of clothing and pillowcases to the washer. He was distracted just… for a moment by the concentration on Osamu's face as he was wiping down the sink and kissed his cheek, getting to smell a soft spike of affection on his pheromones.

Rintarou was going to run off, but that alpha grabbed his waist and demanded even more kisses from the giggling omega as he pressed him onto the counter, effortlessly. If Rintarou had any plans of living after today, he'd be somber about the reality of Osamu groveling to Yukie later on or blaming Rintarou for ruining their relationship.

But he'll be content about this, having Osamu's lips all over his neck, having alpha between his thighs and the faint arousal that Rintarou can smell in the air. Osamu's only here for one thing, like all those other alphas Rintarou has been with, they'd never choose him over their wives or girlfriends.

"As much as I'd love to keep this going, I still need to mop the floors and wipe down the windows and dust the shelves and… you know." Rintarou smirked, gently pushing Osamu away by his chest and the alpha let out the cutest huff.

"Yeah, yeah… I'll do the dustin' and the windows, ya can mop."

Lemon scented cleaning products permeated the air as Rintarou sang along to a song of theirs that was playing now, he was nearly done with mopping around the kitchen and genkan. Osamu joined him while spraying the window, his hips swaying to the familiar beat, obviously trying not to break out in a full dance that they both knew by muscle memory. Adorable.

It really didn't take too long to get this place sparkling and spotless, it'll be great for the next person moving in once Rintarou was gone. Plus they didn't need the obvious signs of his addiction and depression all over the place, Rintarou was a picture perfect idol. That's how his fans will remember him.

"Since ya got nothin' in yer fridge and pantry, I'm gonna go get some ingredients ta whip up lunch fer us." Osamu set the blue cleaning rag down on the kitchen counter and went to go toss on a jacket hanging up near the genkan.

"Or we can always just—" Rintarou stopped himself, Osamu had been clinging to him for almost a day now, he would have enough time to be alone, "never mind, I won't stop you from acting like the housewife you desire to be."

"Damn straight, don't say anything about ordering out," Osamu cutely grumbled something else under his breath as he went to put on his shoes, "ya want anything specific, baby?"

"Surprise me."

Osamu hummed in response before leaving out the front door and Rintarou was… alone. It'd take fifteen or twenty minutes for Osamu to get back, assuming he didn't get caught up in talking to the older women down at the corner store. This was his moment, no one else was getting in the way of his plan.

He picked up his phone and texted a quick I love you to Mayu, then went off down the hallway and into his bedroom. The skies above were dark and dreary and Rintarou's face was met with a biting cold as he opened the sliding door, standing in the very same place he made his final decision.

His head was oddly clear, all the voices and shouting and doubts that ran through his mind were silent, almost at peace with what he was about to do. His hands gripped the cool metal, leaning over to idly watch the cars and people below, all of them probably with far more fulfilling lives. None of them tormented by the demons that violated Rintarou's body. Abused him. Drugged him up and commanded that he be submissive and good.

Yasumi was supposed to be different. He made Rintarou feel so special. Wanted. Loved. Until he invited his friends over for a taste of Rintarou. Recording it all. Laughing in Rintarou's face about it. There wasn't any other way out of this toxic cycle… not without dragging Osamu down with him… and the rest of his band mates.

Osamu… he'll be okay. He'll go back to Yukie. He'll be happier with her. She's not damaged like Rintarou, she doesn't have a dozen rumors about her sucking off god knows how many men in this vile industry. If the truth does come out, they'll be relieved that he's dead, no longer a burden, he's disgusting… used up. Who would want him?

Rintarou goes to swing one leg over the railing, he's so close to freedom, he'll never be humiliated again—

Two strong arms take him off guard, wrapping around his waist and hauling him backwards and inside, he barely has any time to react before he's looking Osamu right in the face, "Rintarou, what the fuck are ya doing?!"

"I… I want to die, let me go, let me go!" Rintarou tries to push Osamu away, tries to escape his hold, but he only finds himself laid out on the floor with Osamu on top of him.

"Rin, I need ya ta calm down cuz yer not about to win this fight." Osamu bites back as Rintarou struggles underneath him, his arms end up pinned beside his head and not like kicking his legs does much to help his cause. But he doesn't care, he was set on this one fucking thing and Osamu can't even let him have that?

"Get off of me, get off!" Rintarou yells as the bigger alpha isn't budging whatsoever, their pheromones clash with Osamu trying to calm him down and Rintarou's are soured and rotten.

"I can't breathe, I can't… why are you doing this alpha?" Rintarou whines, his panicked scent only thickens in the air, causing Osamu to nearly choke as he's overwhelmed and lets go of Rintarou's wrists. That should give him the chance to push alpha away and run the opposite way, but omega knows this scent too, how comforting it once was…

… But what if alpha is trying to hurt him?

"Baby, can ya focus on breathing with me? I'll get off ya right now, just… don't go running off the balcony…" Osamu lifted himself off of Rintarou to gently take his cheeks in hand, "I'm not here ta hurt ya, alright?"

Big grey eyes, his wave of calming pheromones, how softly he was speaking to omega… safe alpha?

"That's it, sweetheart, one, two, three…" Osamu kept his composure steady even as the sound of thunder rumbled from outside, he'd need to close the door soon.

"Alpha…" Rintarou threw himself at Osamu, burying his face into his neck as hot tears rolled down his cheeks. He should've been dead by now, he didn't want to be here, but Osamu… why would he do that? Rintarou isn't worth it.

"It's okay baby, let it out," Osamu murmured as he stroked Rintarou's back and the omega kept sobbing, holding onto the alpha as if that was his final life line. The rain began to pour as the two were collapsed on the floor, Rintarou too overwhelmed by his emotions, by his mental sanity shattering, there was nothing keeping him up.

What do I do? It's all ruined, it's over, I'm never going to leave Yasumi now, the group is going to suffer, they'll hate me, everyone will know, they'll hate me, they'll all want me dead. I can't keep living like this, I can't do anything about it, I just can't, Yasumi will torment me for the rest of my days, all those alphas… all their fingers and horrible scents and… and…

"I've got ya, won't let anyone else hurt ya." Rintarou only curled tighter into Osamu, he really shouldn't trust an alpha, all they did was lie and take from him. They'll feed him empty promises and backhand him if he spoke back. They'll use his body for their own sick pleasure and chain him down with blackmail…

Rintarou's breathing evens out sometime, he doesn't know how long he clung to Osamu as the downpour steadily increased outside, doesn't want to face the conversation they're about to have.

"Are you going to tell them?" Rintarou curls his fingers into Osamu's shirt, he can't possibly look his best friend in the face.

"… Are ya gonna jump off the moment I let ya go?"

"No."

"Did Yasumi do this?"

"… Yeah."

"I won't interrogate ya fer details, I'll wait fer whatever ya wanna say," Osamu said, his hand was a comfort as he resumed rubbing up and down Rintarou's side, "I won't yell at ya either, I'm not mad, I'm not disappointed, I just… I wish ya talked to me sooner, but… I still love ya, nothing will change that."

Rintarou remained silent, taking in Osamu's pheromones and his presence. If he moved from this spot, he might break into a million pieces. Fragile. It's not what people applied to Suna Rintarou.

"How 'bout ya help me in the kitchen? Then… I'll take ya somewhere else, away from Tokyo and all of this shit."

"The psych ward?"

Osamu snorted, Rintarou traced around his exposed collarbone, "nah, we bought a cabin for Ma a couple years ago… I think ya could use the break from the city… I was gonna suggest it anyway, but…"

"I'll feed myself to a bear instead."

"Mhmm…" Osamu kissed Rintarou's forehead and squeezed his arm around his back, "Just us, no one else, how's that sound?"

Rintarou sniffed before pushing himself up to look at Osamu, he probably looked like a hot mess with his tear streaks and rumpled clothing and blotchy cheeks, "… Good."

And still, Osamu planted a soft kiss on his lips. Knowing how fucked up Rintarou was right at this moment. Seeing him at his most vulnerable.

"What made you come back?" Rintarou murmured out loud, he couldn't force his gaze away from Osamu if he tried.

"My alpha… it's been howling in my head ever since yesterday, scared fer some reason… and I had a gut feeling that somethin' was off…" Osamu cupped Rintarou's jaw, taking in the state of the omega, "yer scent was miserable too, I smelled it when I woke up before ya this morning… wanted ta take ya with me and well…"

"Yeah…" Rintarou gulped, "I'm sorry."

"Don't, ya don't gotta apologize fer whatever drove ya to that… we just have to work on making sure it doesn't happen again," Osamu leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips, "ya know I'll always be here fer ya, Rin. Anything ya need or want or… if ya just want me to listen. Or fuck."

That made Rintarou snort with a small smile, "I tried that last night, Samu, you rejected me."

"Fer good reason." Osamu gave Rintarou's backside a soft pat, "let's get ya fed, I know ya haven't eaten more than whatever the fuck they served at the award show."

Good alpha…

 

 

 

From concrete and skyscrapers to the winding roads through this mountain range, the windows were down as Rintarou was at the wheel and Osamu had been napping in the passengers seat. They switched off when they reached Osaka and Rintarou promised he wouldn't drive them both off of a bridge or into a wall, Osamu needed the rest anyway since Rintarou had a feeling he'd gotten zero sleep.

Before they left Tokyo, Osamu had to handle his business with Onigiri Miya as he told Rintarou this wasn't going to just be a simple weekend retreat, they could stay at the cabin as long as Rintarou needed to. He also had to tell Atsumu, Kiyoomi. and Mayu where they'd be going, leaving out the exact reason why, but it seemed the former two didn't really question it as far as Osamu mentioned.

Rintarou was flat out exhausted and in worse shape than he initially realized, Osamu grumbled and huffed about putting meat back on his bones and made sure Rintarou didn't get his hands on anything containing a drop of alcohol in it. During their cleaning session, Osamu poured out the remaining beer and hunted around for any other stashes of drugs that Rintarou was hiding, never going out of his way to shame Rintarou for his behavior.

It was strange honestly, Rintarou had singlehandedly destroyed his own body and let life get away from him and Osamu wasn't going to scream at him about it? Wasn't going to call him an idiot for hooking up with Yasumi in the first place? He was so soft and patient with Rintarou, the omega almost wanted to piss him off. Somehow.

But Osamu kept cool, flatly telling Rintarou no when the cravings were beginning to hit and he watched him as Rintarou had his fitful sleep. They left for Tokyo three days after, Osamu didn't let Rintarou out of his sight and even when Rintarou suggested he should go back to his own place for his things, Osamu shrugged it off.

He can buy any replacements and Atsumu volunteered to pick up whatever Yukie was throwing out. Osamu still hadn't spoken to her, not even a text or a call to beg for her forgiveness. It'd only be a matter of time, right? Osamu would help Rintarou recover and then smooth talk his way back into Yukie's good graces.

He's not going to stay, they never stay.

Rintarou purposely left behind his phone and laptop, not even entertaining the thought of browsing his socials or dealing with Yasumi bugging him. He did bring a tablet and his switch since he missed mindlessly playing video games, something to keep him busy and hopefully his mind wouldn't wander too much. Osamu helped him pack his luggage and after a quick stop at Atsumu's place, they were off on the road, bright early that morning.

Rintarou thought he'd seek silence as he usually did when traveling with Osamu, but something within him had Rintarou chatty and giddy. They listened to their last album that honestly, all four of them collectively hated, they went down nostalgia road while talking about their last tour and shit that happened in the dorms. Osamu's hearty laugh was music to Rintarou's ears, his omega squealed and chirped from happy alpha, good alpha, and hours of driving were filled with conversation that Rintarou truly missed.

Did everything go down hill when Kiyoomi moved out first? There was obviously a… shift. Their group was at the top of their game, every song they put out was a guaranteed hit, they had sold out stadiums and venues all over the world. But maybe it was being worked like dogs since their young debut… or focusing on their personal lives over the group.

Rintarou never liked being alone and Osamu was one he could always count on, the one person who never sapped his social battery… and then he began dating Yukie. Rintarou didn't hate her, not when he was sober and clear of mind anyway, she was a popular idol with no scandals and talented as well. They were a cute couple, the fans even rallied behind them once it was announced by Inarizaki and Fukurodani, and that's why Rintarou was confident that Osamu wouldn't throw all that away for him.

This bliss was… temporary. He's sure of it.

Rintarou nudged Osamu awake once they were nearing closer to the cabin, there were others around that Rintarou spotted along the road so they wouldn't be completely alone. Osamu pointed out the road that Rintarou needed to turn down, leading him even deeper into the hilly forest and he joked about what the hell their Ma was doing isolated out here in the first place.

"Ya know how it is, she was talkin' about wanting to vacation out in the middle of fuckin' nowhere and next thing Atsumu's lookin' fer shit and… here we are."

Rintarou smirked, yeah the omega could see that, he never hesitated to take care of his sister and parents once his bank account was overflowing. The twins were massive mama's boys too, no matter how hard they tried to deny it.

She would never approve of you dating her son.

The cabin itself was nestled in a clearing with tall trees all around, there were two stories and on the outside it appeared well maintained. Rintarou pulled the truck up right in the driveway and Osamu was quick to hop out so he could stretch his legs and arms. Just the radical change in scenery, along with the fresh and clean air had Rintarou's spirits lifting, like he wasn't imprisoned in his own dreadful mind.

"Think last time Ma was here, she brought some friends and that might've been back in… September? I dunno." Osamu said as he went to the bed of the truck to retrieve their luggage, "Ya can check out inside, see if any critters broke in."

Rintarou caught the keys that Osamu tossed at him and gave a mock salute on his way to the front door. The interior was pretty much what Rintarou expected, he'd seen some photos on Ma's instagram and other than a fine coating of dust, there didn't seem to be any additonal buddies wandering around here.

Or serial killers. Or werewolves.

Unpacking was the very last thing on Rintarou's mind as they drug the luggage upstairs and into the master bedroom. They still had a couple hours before Osamu would be making dinner and they didn't really have much else to do. Rintarou plopped down on the foot of the bed, watching Osamu as he sent out his texts and finally set his phone aside on the dresser.

"Can I fuck you now?" Rintarou bluntly asked as he saw the pretty blush across Osamu's cheeks, "You've been blueballing me for days, it's a very cruel and unusual punishment, alpha."

"Yeah… yeah, I've just been worried about ya," Osamu softly admitted as he approached Rintarou and the omega spread his legs for him, "didn't want ya regretting anything or… feelin' like ya had to…"

"That's why I want you to lay there and look pretty for me," Rintarou took the strings of Osamu's hoodie and tugged him down, their lips barely brushing, "want daddy to knot on my cock, nothing else."

"Shit, Rintarou…" Osamu blurted out, his arousal spilling from his scent glands as Rintarou grinned from below.

"Can I? Can we finally stop talking?" Rintarou's own pheromones curled around Osamu and from the look in his eyes, he must've been done with all this chatter too.

It felt like months already since they last kissed, not just short kisses they'd sneak in throughout the day, but a passionate kiss that meant there'd be a follow up. More. Osamu wasn't going to hold back as Rintarou dipped his tongue into his mouth and eagerly claimed it for himself, alpha belonged only to him for the moment.

The cool chill in the air was negated as Osamu was pushed onto the bed and Rintarou pressed him onto his back, hands going to get his clothes off and tossed on the floor. Rintarou generally didn't care how he ended up during sex as long as alpha was happy, some only wanted to dominate him and others liked to present for Rintarou. Right now… Rintarou sought out control that'd been taken from him over and over, Yasumi commanding him when he didn't like Rintarou running his mouth or needed him to please his friends.

Osamu never uttered a single command, he was quick to parts his legs once he was bare for Rintarou and welcomed those slender fingers pressing inside of him. No bottle of lube needed when Rintarou would use the slick from his own cunt and Osamu's cock twitched on his stomach from watching the mere act. Rintarou reaching behind him, his foxlike green eyes focused on the alpha, his own long, omega cock hard and a pretty pink.

"Relax for me…" Rintarou purred between kisses, scissoring two fingers into his ass, unfair how Osamu was most adorable laid out like this, "daddy did so much to take care of me, let me spoil you a little."

"I should be doin' this to ya," Osamu sighed, but his hips fucked down on Rintarou's fingers, seeking more, "but ya got me wantin' it…"

"First time taking one?" Rintarou inquired, half teasing as he pushed knuckle deep, Osamu was tight and would feel amazing on his cock, "daddy's too busy knotting pussy, huh?"

"Ain't the first time, sweetheart," Osamu said, threading his fingers into Rintarou's dark hair, "just been awhile… and yer makin' real good fer daddy."

Good omega?

"I'll make it even better," Rintarou took him in another kiss, lingering, tongues gliding as he fingered Osamu further. Having sex while sober was a foreign concept at this point, never mind something so… relaxed and full of intimacy that Rintarou was sorely lacking in his life. Their pheromones mixed well this time around, both thick with arousal and affection, both needy in a way that doesn't frighten Rintarou.

He trailed down, kissing and nipping his way along Osamu's chest and stomach, he's nearly drooling when he reaches Osamu's weeping cock. Big and grithy just like Rintarou loves fucking into him, next time though, for now he wants that on his tongue and filling up his mouth. Stretching out his jaw.

"Gonna suck me off like a good girl?" Osamu's lidded gaze landed on Rintarou between his thighs, watching as that pink tongue licks a flat stripe up his veiny shaft.

"Don't touch my hair… or fuck my throat…" Rintarou says as Osamu quietly nodded and Rintaro took the head of his cock between his pink lips. Rintarou really did appreciate Osamu holding back, he acted like quite the ideal alpha gentleman -he wasn't declared the nation's boyfriend for no reason~!, but Rintarou was kinda fucked up. Sex just solved his problems.

He could close his eyes and focus on the heavy cock sliding over his tongue, how Osamu's hole was loosening up a little more around his fingers, how Osamu sounded when Rintarou was sucking him off. His omega delighted in serving alpha, pleasing him, tasting the evidence of Osamu on his tongue… knowing that Rintarou was the one to do that. As much as Rintarou could pretend to be a sexy, independent, strong omega role model for his fans, that certainly wasn't reality.

He was weak for alpha, needy for a man who would leave him. He'd thrive in the attention he was receiving now, cherish Osamu's reactions as he groaned from the third finger fucking into him and Rintarou deep throating his cock. He was good at pleasuring alpha, making him happy, earning those praise that he so desperately wanted to hear.

"Keep goin' on like that and you'll make daddy come…" Osamu gripped onto the sheets, the soft noises coming out from his lips made Rintarou slick up more. Rintarou would have plenty of time in their stay here, even if the temptation for alpha to knot his mouth was overwhelming, that was his favorite.

But Rintarou loved to play with fire, his fingers purposely hitting Osamu's prostate, his mouth popping off his cock to suck on the bulge that made up his knot. Osamu's back arched beautifully off the bed, there was a loud moan that escaped his throat as Rintarou's long fingers hit deeper, harder inside of him. Rintarou's cunt was soaking with slick all over his thighs and dripping on the sheets, aching to be full.

"Baby, fuck, I want yer cock, daddy wants ta be fucked, can ya be good fer me?"

The clear desperation in his big grey eyes, how he could have grabbed Rintarou's head anyway and shoved it down on his cock. Rintarou kissed his way up the shaft again, sucking on the spongy, sensitive head before pulling off entirely. Alpha must've been struggling to hold back, but his scent was only full of love… affection… so much arousal.

Rintarou withdrew his fingers and got up on his knees, looking down at Osamu who was waiting, his hole fluttering around nothing. Rintarou's mind wasn't altered… no substances, no alcohol, no command brain washing him. He wanted this, he wanted to give Osamu everything in the world if he could.

Ah, I'm in too deep…

Rintaro lubed up his cock with more of his own slick, he smirked at the growl that rumbled from Osamu's chest, but the alpha stayed put. He was longer than Osamu, but didn't have the same thickness… that didn't matter when Osamu was cursing under his breath when Rintarou thrust into him.

"Oh fuck, daddy's so tight… I can tell you haven't been fucked here…" Rintarou grabbed onto the backs of Osamu's thighs, they were soft and squishy, and slammed his cock in and out. Osamu was gorgeous with Rintarou's cock fucking into him, such a big alpha that had fan girls drooling over his lopsided smile, his smooth voice, and of course fantasizing about his huge cock.

"Faster baby, wanna feel all of ya." Osamu moaned, his bliss was all over his handsome face as Rintarou complied with his request, driving into him faster and harder. The alpha's cock was entirely useless on his stomach, just leaking with slick and his knot that was expanding as the minutes went by from Rintarou fucking him.

Rintarou was addicted to the sight, the smell of Osamu nearing his orgasm, all because of omega. So willing to submit to him, take his cock, cry for more of Rintarou.

"Daddy gonna knot on my cock? You sound like a whiny omega, I love it," Rintarou chided, the blush on Osamu's cheeks only burned hotter, "have you wanted this? Wanted your omega to fuck you right?"

"Yes, yes, fuck Rintarou…!" Osamu's pretty eyes rolled back as Rintarou's gaze flickered down to the spot they were connected, so wet and slick, his hole eager to swallow him down. Rintarou couldn't resist surging forward to leave wet kisses all over his neck, he felt strong legs wrapping around his waist to keep him in place, so Rintarou would come inside of him.

"Be a good alpha, Samu, knot for me and I'll breed you." Rintarou licked over the fading bite mark left by Yukie, mine. Osamu groaned low, squeezing down on Rintarou's cock as his cock spurted with hot load of come and his huge knot sat at the base of his cock. Doing nothing, but looking like a pretty decoration.

"Please, Rin, I want it."

It only took a few more rough thrusts as Rintarou moaned into Osamu's mouth and his cunt gushed with slick, along with his cock painting Osamu's insides. Rintarou just about collapsed on top of him, but Osamu rolled them both over and peppered kisses on Rintarou's face.

"… Can I lick ya up? I need to taste yer pussy, angel."

Rintarou just gave some non-committal noise as Osamu hummed in content, then slid his way on downwards and placed himself between Rintarou's thighs. Oh… that tongue was going to be Rintarou's end… and he had no idea until Osamu was holding him down and licking into his hole.

For more than just a simple clean up…

 

 

 

Rintarou had his bad days. The nightmares. The withdrawal symptoms. The fear that would grip and paralyze him because alpha was going to punish him. Osamu stayed patient, kind when Rintarou would scream at him and shove him away, he would cuddle Rintarou close when the omega asked for it and whisper sweet words.

They spent New Years eve watching movies and eating junk food and went off to find a shrine the following morning. Rintarou was in hysterics half the time since google maps was determined to lead them off into some strange part of the forest and Osamu had been cursing out the GPS. They did eventually reach a smaller shrine that some locals were visiting, the snowfall made for a gorgeous scene that Rintarou snatched Osamu's phone to take a photo of.

Their time outside of the cabin consisted of walking along the nature trails, hiking through the snow, visiting the nearby frozen lake and daring each other to walk on it. Despite being insanely popular idols back in Tokyo -and around the world-, they felt like normal humans here, not recognized by the older vacationing folks who populated the area. There were a few younger kids who were shocked to see them, but Rintarou didn't turn them away for a selfie and autograph, really he'd always loved his fans and meeting them in the wild.

He had a feeling Osamu was keeping their manager and bosses away too. They likely had some sort of schedule for Christmas and New Years, maybe a stream or they needed to show up for some performance, but Osamu probably told them to fuck off. He would wander off when he got certain calls and while Rintarou was curious, he trusted Osamu to handle everything for him, alpha was a protective one after all and it soothed Rintarou's nerves.

He did miss his sister though, so he borrowed Osamu's phone at some point to call her and tell her he was doing alright… and he'll fill her in once he came back to society. Hell, he still needed to talk to Osamu about everything… but that could wait a little longer… he'll stall since Osamu won't want to touch him after hearing the details.

And god, was the sex incredible.

Some mornings Rintarou would be rolled over onto his stomach, a half sleepy Osamu with his mind on a single objective and that was pushing inside of his cunt. Rintarou loved the stretch without much preparation, the burn would be swiftly replaced with waves of pleasure as Osamu slowly ground into his wet hole. The alpha would lick and kiss around his shoulders and neck, his fangs teasing his skin when they'd graze it and Rintarou's scent gland would throb to be properly claimed.

They'd fucked in every room in this cabin. Bending Osamu over the back of the couch, a quickie on the kitchen counter, kneeling to give Rintarou a blowjob in the shower, fooling around in the bedroom downstairs. There was a shed too, filled with various tools and such that Rintarou found himself being fucked in as Osamu pressed him against the door.

Also the basement, Rintarou didn't expect so much food to be stored down here, but Osamu mentioned something about zombies and Rintarou thought it was so cute. He then laid Osamu out on the table sucked his cock dry, that's one fun and friendly actively they could participate in while zombies destroyed the world outside.

The hot tub had been left untouched since neither wanted to uncover it… but the snow calmed down and Rintarou was curious. He bet Osamu a thousand yen on if there was a body hidden in there (there wasn't) and Osamu turned it on for the hot tub to successfully still be working. They didn't bring their swim trunks as it was January, but that barely mattered when they could enjoy the hot tub naked and it took very little time for Rintarou to climb into his lap.

Getting knotted in the hot tub was either good or bad… there's probably a long list of warnings against this.

But Rintarou learns extremely quickly that Osamu loves eating pussy, would do it for hours if Rintarou allowed him to take that long between his legs. Just like Rintarou adores the feel of a cock down his throat, Osamu gets excited when Rintarou opens his legs for him and invites his tongue into him. That's how they spend their afternoon today, Osamu coaxing orgasm after orgasm from the omega, his possessive hands clamped on his thighs as he eats him out.

Rintarou's birthday would be in a week, then they'd go back to Tokyo at the start of February. Rintarou knows he's not going to throw himself off of balcony the moment he's alone again, but he's scared when Osamu will leave him, when he'll have to face Yasumi. Who knows that asshole did in Rintarou's absence though, he knows he hasn't tried to mess with Mayu since they've been talking somewhat regularly.

"Alpha…" Rintarou squirmed, he laced his fingers with Osamu's as his clit was being dutifully sucked on, alpha craving more of his sweet slick. He really didn't expect Osamu to be such a horndog, he's always been more interested in eating and taking a nice nap more than being a complete fucking pervert. The alpha can't keep his hands or mouth off of Rintarou, he needs to be touching him, hugging him, fucking him in some capacity.

"Give daddy one more, then I'll knot ya princess."

God, this man was going to kill him.

The snowfall was light outside of the windows, Rintarou could already see Osamu grumbling about shoveling it away as Rintarou watched him with hot chocolate. Why should he do anything with he's got this big, strong, gorgeous alpha to do it all? To take him away from all his troubles, to make his toes curl as Rintarou comes again, to give him the most affection kisses when he crawls over Rintarou and slides into him like he owns his pussy.

Rintarou wants to believe so badly, he'd do anything to have Osamu stay with him and not abandon him once he learns the truth, but he can't hide it forever. Osamu his is best friend, always has been since they were training at twelve together, and everyday that passes… Rintarou wants to speak out a little more. Osamu should know what he's getting into… how disgusting of an omega he is.

 

 

 

The knock on the front door startled Rintarou a bit, he'd been focused on the game he was playing and expected Osamu to go answer it but the alpha was busy in the kitchen. Or somewhere around here, maybe he locked himself out accidentally?

Rintarou unraveled himself from his cozy spot in the chair to go open the door, hoping it wasn't anyone annoying when he was instantly greeted with three familiar faces, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY RINTAROU!"

Rintarou was scooped up in a hug by Mayu, followed by Atsumu squishing against him and Kiyoomi waited for those two to let Rintarou go before giving him a hug as well. Rintarou was… surprised honestly, I mean, they were his friends and all, but coming all the way down here just to wish him happy birthday? Did they care that much?

His morning started with birthday breakfast in bed and Osamu hadn't hinted whatsoever at anyone else coming over, shit Rintarou hadn't spoken to Atsumu or Kiyoomi since they were at the club. He just assumed they'd get on with their lives and were waiting on Osamu to show his face again, god knows once the truth came out they'd probably want to kick him out of the group too.

"Missed ya, Sunarin, it's really fuckin' weird when ya aren't around… or postin' anythin'… or just gone in general," Atsumu said, giving Rintarou another hug as he patted his shoulder, "Samu said ya needed yer space so we wanted ta give that ta ya, but I'm dyin' without my partner in crime."

"How much did Osamu tell you, exactly?" Rintarou did hug him back, his nose twitched from how similar the twins scents were, but Atsumu always had more citrus undertones.

"He wasn't gossipin' about all yer business, I just know Yukie found y'all and I already knew ya seemed to be goin' through it so…" Atsumu lightly shrugged.

Rintarou looked back at all three of them, bundled up from the cold weather and apparently worried enough to come see him, "… I'll tell you guys later, although I'm not sure how long you plan on staying."

"Make it a four day weekend," Kiyoomi chimed in, "if needed I can clear my schedule longer… I also missed you, Rin."

"I always miss you Rin-nii!" Mayu said, "as soon as Osamu suggested we come see you, I was packing everything in my room for the long haul."

"You know I'm coming back in February."

"You could change your mind and live in the wilderness forever with your hot lumberjack alpha! You're very unpredictable." Mayu strolled her way in and Rintarou definitely noticed the luggage just outside, "I'm open to camping on the couch."

Ah… never change…

Osamu did re-appear, he seemed to be watching from the hallway and Rintarou grabbed him for a kiss, thanking him for the surprise. They brought gifts that they set on the dining table and Osamu was getting ready with the cake while Atsumu and Mayu were chatterboxes. The two (plus Kiyoomi's little side comments) caught him up on what drama and silliness had been happening in his absence, how there was a massive scandal on New Years between Meian, Motoya, and Matsukawa.

That was definitely the type of mess that Rintarou missed, people sticking their dicks where they shouldn't be and alphas fighting each other. Like, he loved the peace and quiet and tranquility of nature, but he was city boy at heart and wanted to jump back in. Just after dealing with all these… consequences.

Cake was served, Rintarou blew out the candles in celebration of turning twenty-six, and Osamu casually mentioned they were going camping after this. Oh yeah, they went digging in the shed out of boredom and found some tents stored in there, Rintarou made some throwaway comment about camping under the stars. Although he thought it'd only be with Osamu, but… his omega is happy and excited to have the rest of their friends here and his little sister.

Pack…

Now Rintarou knows that Kiyoomi would rather attended a gloveless handshake event than spend a single day out in the dirty woods, but he had very little complaints as they began on their way to wherever Osamu was leading them. Mayu was taking pictures of everything, commenting on everything they passed by, was probably two seconds from petting a wolf if they ran across one. The twins were chatting up ahead, quietly and to themselves, Rintarou tried not to think too much into it… Atsumu could be convincing Osamu that cheating on Yukie was a terrible thing.

Ugh, stupid.

"Alright, ya omegas can help us set up the tents or find wood fer the fire." Osamu announced as Kiyoomi scrunched his nose.

"… Tents, I guess."

"Let's go forage for some wood, nii-chan!" Mayu grabbed Rintarou's wrist and he was yanked away. Damn, he seriously missed her enthusiasm and outside of Osamu's existence, it's hard to harder when he was smiling this much. A river cut through the forest near their camping spot and the Suna siblings might have gotten distracted with trying to hop on every single stone as the water was calm and low.

It honestly surprised Rintarou when Mayu wanted to become an idol just like him, she never really fit the… mold of an ideal idol. That didn't stop or impede her in anyway, she was a stellar dancer just like her older brother and her singing improved leaps and bounds by the year. She's always looked up to him, even when he found it annoying just how clingy she could be, but the day she did get accepted to Inarizaki and screamed at Rintarou over the phone about it…

Fuck… he could've never seen her smile again…

"Taro?" Mayu softly whispered while holding a bundle of sticks, that was the nickname she'd only called him when she was much smaller, "are you okay?"

"Fine, I'm fine…" Rintarou sighed and took the sticks from her arms, "let's get back before the alphas get weird and form a search party with the local wolf pack."

"Mmm… okay, you know if there's anything you wanna talk about…" Mayu said, "I'll listen to it all and I'll still love you!"

"… Why do I feel like Osamu said more than he's letting on?" Rintarou cooly replied.

Mayu had the worst poker face in existence… around Rintarou anyway, "he didn't! I mean, it wasn't all him, we've been talking for months now because we were worried about you a-and when you texted that you loved me out of the blue, all the worst case scenarios came to mind and I kinda interrogated Osamu until he told me what happened."

"Ah…"

"I'm sorry! I didn't tell anyone else, but you've just been impossible to talk to and Osamu and I planned on cornering you one of these days, but then you almost um… killed yourself and I really, really wanted to come see you and help you out and he said I needed to wait and I was like SO close to exploding. And like, I don't want you to die… I already missed you so much, b-but—"

"Mayu, it's okay… I'm not going to do anything, I was just… having one hell of a mental breakdown," Rintarou said as Mayu was looking up a him with tears in her eyes, "I planned on telling everyone tonight… or tomorrow. I didn't exactly want you hearing the details though… but really, I'm fine."

"I can handle it," Mayu sniffed, wiping away her tears, "I would just pester Samu until he told me anyway, he's super weak to the Suna puppy eyes."

"No shit?" Rintarou smirked, getting a small smile out of her, "come on, princess, Kiyo's gonna kill us both if he's left alone with those alphas any longer."

"Too soon!!"

Kiyoomi did indeed get the tents up with Atsumu and Rintarou imagined there was plenty of bickering between the three of them. Atsumu grumbled about how god damn fucking cold it was outside, Kiyoomi was thriving in it, Mayu was delighted to have her own tent. Osamu was busy scenting Rintarou the moment he came back and they shared a few sweet, private kisses that Rintarou melted into.

The fire was going as evening settled in and Rintarou cuddled up with Osamu, he wanted to keep enjoying… this. Osamu near him, snuggling him, treating him like a good omega. He's never had an alpha act so nice to him, not without any ulterior motives or turning into a monster when Rintarou said the wrong thing.

"Thank you, Samu." Rintarou whispered, leaving a kiss on Osamu's cheek that the alpha hummed at, his hand flexed over Rintarou's waist.

"Anythin' fer ya, baby."

"I was going to wait until morning to… talk, but… I don't know if I can hold back much longer," Rintarou was a bit louder, getting the attention of the other three, "I know there's still two and a half hours left of my birthday, but you're all here now so…"

"Wait," Kiyoomi spoke up from his spot beside Atsumu, they were notably holding hands, "I wanted to tell you something… Yasumi approached me last week, he was asking where you were and showed me one of the… videos. He threatened to release it if I didn't find you."

Rintarou's stomach dropped further with every word uttered, no, no, no.

"I told Atsumu about it right after, he nearly went after him to rip his head off, but I had to hold him back," Kiyoomi said as the alpha huffed and puff of cold air left his nostrils, "so I just wanted to say, we don't look at you any differently, we still love you and want to help you, however we can."

"Mmm, ya didn't deserve any of that, Rin, he's a massive fuckin' creepy asshole who took advantage of ya and all the other omegas he gets his gross hands on," Atsumu said, "I heard rumors, but I don't listen to people talkin' shit about ya, any of ya. And… I guess if I knew sooner, I woulda ripped his throat out. I still want ta."

Rintarou was speechless for a moment, he seriously thought they'd throw him away, turn their backs on him once they knew, if Kiyoomi saw a video then he should be disgusted with him, "… did he try anything, Kiyoomi?"

"I'm sure he would have if we weren't in public, he definitely… implied wanting to hurt me," Kiyoomi replied as Rintarou could smell Atsumu's annoyed pheromones from across the camp, "but I played it cool and before you say it, it's not your fault. Yasumi is a predator who gets off on omegas being frightened of him."

"Fuckin' piece of shit." Atsumu huffed.

"That he is…" Rintarou murmured, Osamu's calming pheromones only filled the air around them, "… sadly he's not the first, just the one who stayed the longest and told me what I wanted to hear. I never really cared that deeply about being used by older alphas, it was just something that happened and I thought I was smart about it. But uh… I fell hard for Yasumi, he strung me along with his false promises and all the drugs he'd keep me doped up on… then I kinda had a mental break because he wasn't leaving his wife and he was always commanding me to be fucked by all his friends and people who paid to use my body."

"And I suppose it all just… hit me at once. I didn't have a real escape because he would have put out those videos that would ruin your careers too… and I was convinced he was the only person who loved me and my omega was a fucking mess and just…" Rintarou paused for a moment as Osamu hugged him closer to his side, "I wanted to die, I was one hundred percent set on dying after the award show… I didn't think anyone would give a shit at all, except Mayu, that's what kept me from flinging myself off my balcony the first time."

"Then uh… Osamu walked in on me trying to actually make a leap for it and saved me," Rintarou softly admitted, "and well, now we're here I guess. I don't want to die anymore, but I was prepared for you guys to hate me once you knew… especially Osamu because I sort of let all those alphas fuck me… and how it'd be my fault when Yasumi leaks the videos and you're all dragged down with me…"

"Baby… I could never hate ya," Osamu took Rintarou's chin to turn his unsteady gaze towards him, "I love ya and nothin' will ever get in the way of that, understand? Everythin' that happened… that was Yasumi abusin' ya, he's been a horrible alpha ta ya."

"Samu…" Rintarou buried his face in Osamu's shoulder as he hugged him, all those intrusive and negative thoughts being pushed away. Alpha loves me, alpha won't abandon me.

"We're all here fer ya, always will be." Atsumu's voiced was closer as Rintarou felt another pair of strong arms hug him from the side. Pack loves me…

Mayu's distressed scent caught Rintarou's attention, but Kiyoomi was right there, attempting to soothe her as she was trying her best to keep it together. If there was anyone Rintarou wanted to protect from all of this… shit. He'd been a terrible big brother.

"How 'bout we deal with all… this in the mornin'? Proud of ya fer speakin' up, Rin," Atsumu said as Rintarou hummed in acknowledgement, still curled up on Osamu's side, "I still vote on kickin' his ass."

"Ya won't hear any objections out of me." Osamu murmured, his gaze was fixed on his hurting omega, wanting to do everything to make him feel better. To make him forget it all.

"I'm exhausted, I just want to sleep…" Rintarou sighed, "… but thank you for… everything. I didn't realize how scared I was to lose all of you."

"Yer stuck with us fer life, Sunarin~"

"Unfortunately." Kiyoomi chimed in.

"Eh? Ya love me too!"

Kiyoomi turned his nose up and Rintarou let out a small giggle as the offended alpha went over to immediately scent the omega. Soon enough they put out the fire and Rintarou climbed into his tent with Osamu.

They didn't say much as Rintarou nuzzled his face in Osamu's chest and the alpha wrapped his arm around Rintarou's back, but he never felt more secure. Safe. Protected.

Loved.

He didn't question when the twins were talking alone the following morning, didn't question when they both said they were going to Tokyo for reasons. He just told Osamu not to do anything stupid and his alpha smirked back at him, I'll be fine, angel.

Mayu was full of energy and wanted to see the frozen lake once the twins were gone, so that was their plan for the day. The first time Rintarou was away from Osamu in… a month or so… strange to miss someone the moment they walk out of the door.

Don't get caught, you two…

 

 

 

"You didn't have to do all that, Samu…" Rintarou was quite surprised as he skimmed through his messages and emails, seeing that Osamu was kind enough to deal with nearly all of them.

"Course I did, I'm yer alpha, it's my job ta take care of ya in every possible way."

"You barely like talking to half of these people," Rintarou teased, "but… I do deserve to be pampered, a little."

"A lot," Osamu kissed his cheek, "And we need ya focused in the studio, not dealing with dozens of messages about random bullshit."

That's right… once they were all back in Tokyo again, Rintarou felt a surge of inspiration bursting through him. It's as if being rid of Yasumi brought back his love of music and he spent a whole night jotting down lyrics and jamming with Osamu.

He hadn't stepped foot in his previous apartment, instead Atsumu let him take up the guest room at his place and Osamu followed along. Yukie hadn't come up in conversation not even once, the alpha was only interested in Rintarou and helping him further recover from everything he'd been through.

They both knew there would still be rough days ahead, there was no telling of the lasting emotional damage Yasumi inflicted on him and Osamu would be there to comfort him nonetheless. Unlike his now ex who may have found himself in an accident of… sorts… news reports say it was a mugging gone wrong as Yasumi suffered from broken kneecaps, shattered fingers, a busted jawline… the list went on.

An internal investigation was also taking place with Inarizaki once Rintarou spoke to Norimune and that was going to take months to handle. Day by day, Rintarou quietly told himself, he would have Osamu by his side and his best friends.

"We should go public on Valentine's day."

"Mmkay," Osamu purred, bringing his thumb up to Rintarou's unmarked scent gland, "I'll need ta bite ya."

"… I wasn't serious, Samu." Rintarou felt the heat pooling in his cheeks as Osamu caressed his neck.

"Too late, yer locked in baby."

Is this what having a devoted alpha is like? How will Rintarou survive…

Notes:

i just wanted osamu being a good alpha....

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 34 of Volleyfics
• Part 12 of Ash's OsaSuna