What Would I Give

by VincentvanGay

Summary:

At 19 and in his third year at Tokyo Jujutsu High, the last thing Kento Nanami expects is to start his first heat while on a high-level mission with three alphas while investigating a cursed fertility clinic.

Or:

A self indulgent kinda fluffy omegaverse fic where things have to go very wrong before they go even a little bit right. Mind the tags things might get a little freaky.

Notes:

This is my first fic I've posted online in actually like twenty years, please be gentle lol. I just recently started writing again after discovering Jujutsu Kaisen about a month ago and becoming obsessed with the story and characters. I have some other fics in the works right now, but those are bigger projects that need more attention than I feel this fic needs. They're also all sad as fuck so I wanted to write something that wasn't sad.

I intended on this being a one shot, but it's looking more like it's going to have at least 3 chapters, but maybe more. Shit starts get proper freaky in chapter 2, this first chapter is going to be the most mild one. This is completely unedited and un-beta read.

Regarding Yu Haibara, there isn't much to go off of from canon, so I'm going off a lot of my own headcanons and trying to do justice to the character. I really have a lot of love for all these characters, but him and Nanami are my most favorite pairing from this fandom. They both deserved so much better than the lives that they got.

Also I've got a lot of complicated headcanons for Omegaverse, anything i feel an explanation is necessary for will be covered in the end notes.

Chapter 1: Leave Me Alone

Summary:

The boys get sent on a dangerous mission that's already claimed multiple sorcerer and non-sorcerer lives.

–Summer, 2009–

“Whaaaaat?! What do you mean you think omegas stink?” 

 

Messy brunette hair bouncing as he suddenly lurches forward in his seat to lean closer to the boy across from him, Yu Haibara speaks a little too loudly for how close the four boys all sat together on the train. Fluffy brown and shaggy gold sit across from messy white and silky black, all four seats facing each other as they travel to their next mission. It’s not often that something comes up requiring all four of them, and this was supposed to be a rather difficult assignment, but that didn’t mean that they couldn’t joke around on the way there. After three years at school together, they’d all become quite close friends. 

 

“Lower your voice, you don’t have to tell the whole train.” Suguru chides smoothly, leans back in his seat away from the younger man, sleeve pressed over his mouth and nose in an attempt to block out the faint smell of an omega near heat that had gotten off at the last station. His eyebrows furrowed in distaste. “She smelled like piss. They always smell like piss right before. You don’t smell that? It’s lingering.” Pure disgust laces his words. 

 

Yu sniffs at the air, a puzzled frown coming across his face. “It doesn’t smell like pee… I think it smells nice…” 

 

Diagonally across from him, Satoru laughs and leans in to the center of the space between them all, putting a hand up to the side of his mouth like he’s telling a secret though he speaks at a normal volume. “He’s some kind of double homo, he only likes other men and only other alphas.” 

 

Kento peeks over the edge of the book he’s reading to see Suguru glaring at Satoru, he hasn’t been paying much attention to the alphas’ chatter as he has no interest in it. Having not gone through a heat yet nor popped a knot, at this age he was assumed a beta. Even though there was still a couple years in the tail-end of puberty, it’s unlikely at his age for much else to change. Kento didn’t care much anyway, settled into the easy life of a beta. No heat cycles and completely oblivious to omegas in heat, he’d prefer nothing else more. Getting the distinct feeling something was about to happen, he slowly closes and lowers his book into his lap to quietly watch the drama unfold. He listens as Satoru continues to speak, glancing between him and the black-haired alpha boring holes into his head with narrowed eyes. 

 

“Do you know what heat suppressants do to alphas?” Haibara shakes his head, listening intently, leaning closer with curiosity. “They trigger a sort of faux heat cycle that lasts like a day or two. Sometimes I’ll sneak a couple from the infirmary and then go ride him until he’s begging to knot inside me. Then when he does, he’s stuck smelling me until the pills wear off. He hates it.” Satoru’s laughing as all three of the other boys go varying degrees of red at the vulgarity. 

 

Haibara sits back with wide eyes and a sort of breathless “whoa!” and Kento covers his mouth in surprise, glancing down at the book in his lap nervously but not intervening. Suguru, on the other hand, was looking at Satoru like he’s about to tear his head off. Instead, though, he punches him in the arm with the hand not grasped over his own mouth, but this only makes the oldest boy laugh harder. “Shut up, Satoru. Why would you tell them that? Nobody needs to know that you’re a weirdo who gets off on being stinky.” 

 

Satoru gasps incredulously, grasping his shirt as if the accusation was the most offensive thing he’s ever been accused of. “How dare you! I do not get off on being stinky! I hate being stinky.” He argues melodramatically, shoving Suguru towards the window. “I just get off on torturing you, obviously!” 

 

“That’s not better!” There’s a bit of a tussle when Suguru goes to punch Satoru again and the next thing Kento knows, the two boys are pulling each other’s hair, one of Geto’s legs is bent, foot against Satoru’s chest trying to push him away. Satoru’s hand that’s not in his best friend’s hair is instead 3 fingers knuckle deep in the curse-eater’s mouth, only his thumb and pinky not trapped between Suguru’s teeth.

“Owww! Let me go!” Gojo whines, yanking Suguru’s hair harder and getting the same done in return, as well as a harder bite on his fingers when he tries to pull them out. “Ow! Suguru!”

 

The sight finally drags an amused smile across the blonde’s face, and he sneaks out his flip phone to snap a photo and return it quickly to his pocket before they can notice, wanting to preserve the memory. Laughing next to him, Haibara has both his arms wrapped around his middle as he gasps for breath. It wasn’t that funny, but Kento was hardly about to stifle his boyfriend’s enjoyment. It made his heart feel warm and full to see Yu so happy, and he would give anything to protect that. 

 

A quiet beeping from his wrists makes him check his watch. 9:03:01 blinks back at him and he sighs. The train will reach their station soon, and they’ll have to put the fun aside for the next couple days. “We’re almost there. Pull yourselves together, this isn’t a vacation. This is work.” The amusement is gone from his face, and his voice sounds almost like he’s never felt amusement in his life as he addresses the group. He tucks his book back into the backpack he’d stored under his seat, holding the bag in his lap for the remainder of the trip. He watches as the older boys right themselves, and in a moment you can’t even tell anything happened except that both of their hair is messier than it was before- Suguru’s starting to fall out of its tight bun and Satoru is still wiping his hand on his shirt.

 

“So serious, Kento.” Satoru teases, pouting a little from across the blonde. “No fun. Who put you in charge anyway? I’m the oldest, I should be in charge.”

 

“Yaga put him in charge because he’s the responsible one, Satoru. Leave him alone and just listen for once.” Suguru pushes at Satoru’s shoulder lightly, and Satoru tries to push him back- but it was enough horseplay now that Kento shoots them both a stern look and they stop, take their hands off each other, and sit up straight with hands folded in their laps. Simultaneously, they lower their heads towards their laps and peek at him from under their long eyelashes, speaking together in unison in a forlorn, mocking tone. “Yes, dad. Sorry, dad.” Glancing at each other and smirking when Kento frowns and rolls his eyes at them, making it clear that he doesn’t appreciate the teasing.

 

“We need to check into our hotel by 10:30. Our luggage and supplies were dropped off this morning.” Kento knows he doesn’t have to check to make sure Haibara’s listening, trusting that the shortest of the three alphas was paying attention to his every word as he starts to debrief them about the mission. Brown eyes watch the blonde boy intently, always interested in what he has to say. Kento’s got no need to pull out the file, having memorized all the important details before they even left Tokyo. “When we arrive, we all need to eat, shower, and try to take a nap. We need to arrive at the site a couple hours before sunset to cast the veil, and we’re likely going to be awake all night so we’ll need to be rested before we go.”

 

The train starts to slow and a voice over the intercom announces their arrival. As they deboard, Kento is still talking, explaining to the others how this is likely going to be a challenge even  with all four of them working together. It’s an abandoned health clinic with at least two confirmed first-grade curses, but likely more. Five first grade sorcerers had already been taken out by this curse, as well as over a dozen civilians. When he speaks about this, the three other boys look at him solemnly. Even Gojo knew better than to crack a joke. Only a few people survived encountering it, but the two sorcerers who had managed to survive weren’t the same after coming back, changed into hungry, feral versions of themselves with no sense of self. 

 

Kento had seen photos in the file of the two sorcerers from when they were rescued early in the morning, twisted together in a needy embrace and covered in blood, bruises and bite marks. They’d both been 1st grade sorcerers, set to graduate this year from Kyoto, Kento remembers them being formidable opponents in the exchange event last year and now they were unable to even speak or comprehend what’s going on around them. He doesn’t tell the group about these photos and details about the victims, nor how they haunted his mind and made his stomach feel heavy and dark with dread. They didn’t need to know, he was strong enough to carry the weight of the information himself.

 

When he finishes the debrief, they continue the walk to their hotel in silence. There’s a nagging feeling in the back of Kento’s mind that he’s forgotten an important detail of the mission, but feeling a little over-confident in his memory today, he dismisses the thought. Somewhere along the way, Kento started lagging back from the group until he was walking a good six feet behind. Haibara notices and slows to join him, hooking their pinkies together subtly and giving him a sweet smile when narrow hazel eyes turn towards him. Kento wasn’t one for public shows of affection, so this was the most he’d allow Yu to do when they’re out and about. Still, it was enough to make Kento blush a little and smile back. They finish the walk like this, a few steps behind their older friends who blatantly grasp each other’s hands and swing them as they walked. 

 

They all split apart before walking into the doors of the hotel, Kento handles checking them in while the other three hang back, mumbling amongst themselves things that he’s sure he doesn’t care to hear- probably some other vulgar something about omegas or how Gojo likes to fuck. He barely has interest in sex as it is, but it seemed to so often be the subject of conversation with his alpha friends. Sometimes it gets grating when he wants to discuss other things, but he honestly wouldn’t give up this friend group for anything. Watching them from over at the counter as he waits for the receptionist to get everything sorted, a sort of sorrow comes over him. The older boys were set to graduate this year. They already got barely any time together as a group anymore as it is, and they were only going to get less after graduation. They’d all been so excited for this mission together despite the heavy fact that requiring all four of them meant that the danger level was very high.

 

The receptionist passes him two keys as she finishes checking them in and he slides them off the desk with a bow of his head and a quiet “thank you” before walking over to his friends. He passes one to Geto who immediately pockets it and they all head up to the room together to rest and prepare.

~~~

1 hour before sunset

“Emerge from the darkness, blacker than darkness. Purify that which is impure!” Yu’s voice rings out loud and clear as he casts a veil over the old clinic, the three taller boys standing back to watch him. He’s standing in a dramatic pose, stance wide and knees bent, pushing his hand up into the air as if shooting the veil from his two outstretched fingers as he yells out the spell. A dome of black drops around them with impressive speed, and Yu’s turning around to give them all a thumbs up and a proud grin. 

 

Out of all of them, despite being the youngest and unfortunately the weakest sorcerer of the group, Yu Haibara was the most qualified to cast the veil they needed for this particular assignment. With no innate technique but massive stores of cursed energy that somehow seemed to refill almost as quickly as he could empty them, he’d thrown himself fully into learning and mastering all sorts of barrier techniques over his three years here at school. His talents lie in precision, able to create barriers small enough to trap even the tiniest ant and apply specific conditions to the space inside with ease.

 

This expertise and near-endless energy had earned him the rank of semi-first grade a few months ago, a feat he was immensely proud of and always happy to show off. When he wasn’t studying barrier techniques, he was practicing martial arts and training his endurance. That combined with his prowess for barrier techniques, Yu Haibara could throw a punch like a professional fighter and take hit after hit that would knock one unconscious without even blinking. It made him the perfect sparring partner and an intimidating foe if you end up on the wrong side of him.

 

Kento’s the only one who doesn’t smile back, but that’s not abnormal for him. He’s a bit lost in his thoughts when Yu practically bounces back over. Going over his mental checklist over and over, Kento racks his brain trying to make sure they’re prepared for the night, desperately trying to remember the forgotten thing nagging at the back of his mind. Yu taking his hand to start wrapping his knuckles pulls him back into the moment, and he spreads his fingers a bit to make it easier and watches quietly. If it were up to him, he wouldn't even bother, but after he broke his hand twice in the last year on missions, Yu wouldn't let him complete any without protection any more.  When he's done with one hand, the brunette lifts it to his lips to kiss before dropping it and proceeding to go through the same process with Kento's other hand. 

 

Everything else around them seems to disappear in the tenderness of the moment. When he's finished with his boyfriend's hands, Yu fishes his own specialized wraps out of one of the deep pockets of his pants, passing them to Kento for him to return the favor. The taller boy can almost feel the cursed energy buzzing around in the fabric as he wraps Cursed Tool: Rock-Lee Balboa around Yu’s broad, sturdy hands. The name was stupid, they’d all laughed teased him about it when he’d announced it but the tool was infused with some of the fighter’s personal cursed energy and a specialized barrier technique, allowing him to pummel cursed spirits and exorcise them with his fists while absorbing the impact to protect his joints. Combined with Kento's Ratio Technique, the pair was quite the force to be reckoned with when synced up in battle. 

 

Instead of kissing Yu’s hands individually when he's finished with wrapping, Kento lifts both hands to his lips, kissing them one right after the other. This was the routine they'd fallen into before going into fights, a small moment of quiet intimacy after the veil is drawn and they're hidden from the prying eyes of the public. If questioned, they would both swear up and down that it makes them fight better together, though neither of them ever sat down to do the math to prove it. The sounds of snickering nearby breaks the moment, and Kento shoots a sharp glare at them and holds up a wrapped fist threateningly as Geto makes kissy faces at them mockingly. “Haha, gaaaay!” Satoru calls playfully, knowing that he has no space to talk, but he sure does love making fun anyway. “Get a room!”

 

“I swear I will Ratio you right this second and then we'll see who's laughing when you're three-tenths shorter.” The blonde almost growls, angry and embarrassed at the mockery of their sweet moment, but it's hard to take him seriously when he's still grasping Yu’s hands in his own with round brown eyes still looking up at him with nothing but pure joy and adoration. The taller boys laugh at the threat, only to stop all together when Kento drops Yu’s hands to take a step towards them and crack his knuckles. “That is exactly why we don’t kiss around you assholes.” 

 

The fourth year boys both share a glance that says something like oh shit he’s actually mad. When the usually even-tempered sorcerer starts using vulgarities, that’s the sign that they’ve gone a little too far. It wasn’t often Kento cussed, so the few times he did, the words always hung heavy and venomous in the air despite their relative tameness. 

 

“Are we done? Can we actually get to work now?” Irritation is clear in his tone, so the other three boys just nod, not wanting to say anything that might stoke the flames of Kento’s anger. He was mean when he got genuinely angry, and none of them wanted to push him quite that far. Normally he wasn’t quite this quick to provoke to this point, but he was really stressed about this mission and that made his fuse a lot shorter. Anxious anticipation swirled like a rushing river around the heavy stone of dread that had settled into his stomach throughout the afternoon leading up to this. He hadn’t napped when the others did, nor did he sleep well the night before, both attempts plagued with the horrible information he held about this awful case. This all makes sense as to why his fuse is so short today, so he thinks nothing more of it and decides it’s definitely just the stress.

 

“Good.” He straightens out his clothes compulsively, not that it really needed it, doing it more as a way to burn a little of his nervous energy. “Lets go.” 

 

Kento starts towards the entrance, and the other boys quickly follow behind him, falling into the formation the Ratio sorcerer had described to them on the way over. Even with all their teasing and (Gojo’s) complaining, the two older boys both respected Kento, knowing his mind for strategy and detail made him the best choice to lead this mission. Him and Haibara took the front, the other two only a couple feet behind them. Suguru and Satoru share an amused glance as they watch the younger boys matching steps ahead of them, simultaneously removing their school jackets and tossing them aside in the same manner. Even the way the two fighters stretched was perfectly in sync. Even their outfits matched in a way, both clad in loose black pants with white undershirts- Yu’s cropped at his hips and hanging a little loose around his muscular torso while Kento’s was well-fitted to his leanness and tucked in. The pair of them sickeningly adorable, but neither of the strongest sorcerers dared to comment on or laugh about it at the moment.

 

The amusement doesn’t last long though as they push open the doors to the dusty clinic and step inside. Suguru’s face instantly twists in disgust and he practically punches himself in the face with the force that he covers his mouth and nose with his sleeve, retching loudly and forcefully. The smell of the place very nearly makes him puke, but he manages to swallow back the nausea. “Nanami, what kind of fucking clinic did you say this was again?” He chokes out, voice muffled by his sleeve as he tries, in vain, to block out the smell of ammonia assaulting his senses. “It reeks of heat in here.”

 

Does it? Kento thinks to himself- it’s not that he didn’t trust Geto’s reaction, it must be bad if he’s reacting so strongly, but the building just smells musty and grimy to him. Looking over at his partner and seeing the rosiness to his cheeks that hadn’t been there before, that same rosiness his face gets during a passionate embrace, and his stomach drops when he remembers the detail that had slipped his mind earlier. Suddenly, the emergency heat-suppressant injector pens in his pocket feel impossibly heavy. 

 

“It uh…” It’s almost difficult to say out loud as he looks back at the two alphas behind him. The black-haired boy still with his hand over his face, eyes just slits as he glares towards the blonde, and the white-haired one looking the most relaxed out of the four of them, cheeks a little pink but not seeming particularly bothered as he looked around alertly, hands stuffed in his pockets and leaning back a little. 

 

“It was a fertility clinic.” 

 

“Great! That’s just wonderful. And we’re going to be stuck here all night.” Geto practically snarls, hanging back by the door for a moment as the group continues walking before rushing to catch up to them before they turned into a hallway. “You didn’t even fucking warn me.”

 

Kento’s shoulders tense, not used to hearing such a roughness to his upperclassman’s usually smooth voice. The curse-swallower was usually the calmest and most patient in their group and, aside from bickering with Gojo, was usually the slowest to anger. Geto’s never spoken to him like that before. It was weird. More so when Kento takes into account how that high strung he himself feels, and how it only seems to get worse as they continue into the clinic. 

 

“Sorry.” It’s all he can say, he doesn’t have any excuse for why he forgot that he could give them. He can’t tell them that even just seeing the file for this mission had caused him a little trauma, that every time he closes his eyes he can see the images of the two Kyoto students covered in blood and wrapped around each other. He can’t tell them how genuinely frightened he is right now or how hard it is to keep his hands from shaking where he has them hanging at his sides, curled into fists.

 

They turn a corner, the lights in the hallway flicker faintly. Suguru eventually drops his hand from his mouth, but an expression of disgust was now near-permanently carved into his pretty face. Him and Satoru were walking close enough together that their shoulders were touching. The white haired sorcerer was still just gazing around at different objects- there’s not much left in the clinic, having been closed for a while now and gutted by thieves. A couple of the empty exam rooms still had a bed or a busted television in them, but most had nothing. The group stops when they come across a closed door. There’s nothing remarkable about it, it’s not even the first closed door they’ve passed, but for some reason the doorknob glistens wetly in the unsteady light of the hallway. A thick, sticky clear fluid drips from the doorknob and down the door beneath it. 

 

“Why is that wet?” Yu’s the first person to speak, his cheerful voice sounds a bit strained and he speaks more quietly than he would normally. Brown eyes meet blue as him and Gojo share a look, then both lean forward at the same time to sniff a few inches away from the doorknob. Yu’s eyes go wide and his cheeks burn as the smell hits him. It’s thick and musky and even though it’s stale, the pheromones in it make his pants feel a little tight.  “Oh. Wow- is that-?” 

 

“Yeah.” Satoru responds breathlessly, just as surprised as the brunette as they stand back up together, both boys now with a visible bulge in their pants. “Someone fucked the doorknob.” It’s a funny thing to say, and all this would’ve been hilarious under any other circumstances, but nobody laughs. The words just hang in the air as the four boys stare at the door for entirely too long, filled with a mix of reverence, confusion, and, in Kento’s case, quiet horror. 

 

It was this distraction that marked the undoing of Kento Nanami’s carefully constructed battle plan. 

 

It all happens so quickly. There’s no time to even react when giant hands reach out of the floor beneath them to wrap around Kento’s legs and grip at the fabric of his pants at his hips, so many that his legs are entirely covered when he’s dragged into the floor, his own hands outstretched and reaching towards his friends. The look on his face before he disappears is burnt into the three alphas’ minds- shocked, confused and so, so scared. Worse than that when he called out to them at the last second, not loudly but instead just quiet and helpless.

 

“Help-”

 

All they could do for now is just stare at the floor where he disappeared, frozen in shock. None of them had ever seen Nanami so frightened. When they finally look at each other,  their expressions are still frozen in near identical shock, but Yu has tears in his eyes. He’s the first to break the silence, voice thick with a mix of anger and panic.

 

“What the fuck was that?!” He’s yelling, but he doesn’t care. His chest heaves with heavy breaths, his whole body starting to tremble. Yu Haibara, the resident ray-of-sunshine of Tokyo Jujutsu High, was freaking out. He rakes both hands through his hair and just yells wordlessly at the ground for a moment. His body boils with so much rage and fear that he feels like he’ll actually explode if he doesn’t. The older alphas step back as he turns around to kick the wall as he yelled again, knowing better than to intervene. They let Yu have his moment, waiting patiently and leaning into each other’s shoulders with their hands gripped tightly between them. They know all too well the feeling of being separated on missions and the feelings that come along with it.

 

“Fuck!” Yu screams, punching the stupid door that had distracted them and made it possible for his boyfriend to be taken. It splits down the middle from the force and falls open. A couple pairs of glowing eyes peek out from the darkness of the room beyond. Yu pauses, rage on his face falling neutral for a split second before being replaced with something excited and much more dangerous at being presented an opponent to direct his rage towards. 

 

With one glance to the older boys, Yu tilts his head from one side to the other to crack his neck and shakes his hands sharply as he curls them into fists, the movement rippling up his thickly muscled arms. “I’m gonna smash this fucker real quick, okay, guys? Won’t take long.” He kisses his fists one by one as they’re sparking and glowing with cursed energy, a toothy grin spreading across his face. “Then lets go save my man.”

 

Stepping into the room, he hits the light switch to illuminate the space. They flicker and flash worse than the ones in the hallway, but that won’t matter in a moment anyway. “Gross!” He laughs loudly when he gets a good look at the cursed spirit he’s facing- it’s a tangled mass of a few crusty, slightly deflated old blow up dolls, mutated by cursed energy into this horrible amalgamation and making an off-putting sucking noise. There’s a bounce in his step as Yu takes a few quick steps then launches himself at the curse, fist connecting on the first hit and sending the awful creature flying back into a broken exam table that crumbles beneath it. 

 

Yu lets out a proud “whoo!” and pumps his fist in the air. The monster struggles to it’s feet and lurches towards him, rubber hands outstretched to grab him. The lights flicker and he’s suddenly behind the curse, punching it up into the ceiling. It hits one of the lights, breaking it and popping one of it’s three heads on the glass with a pfffft. Unfortunately, that light was the more steady of the two in the room, so Geto and Gojo didn’t see much more of the fight following, only catching flashes of the action here and there from where they stood in the hallway- not intervening but ready to if necessary, though they don’t expect it to be with how well Yu is handling the curse himself. Flashes of Yu Haibara practically feral and still grinning with enthusiastic intensity even as the curse manages to punch him into a wall one second, only for Yu to be on top of it and mercilessly pummeling it the next. The curse puts up a good fight, but it’s no match for the third-year.

 

The second light gets knocked out, engulfing the room in darkness. After the sounds of a few more blows being exchanged they hear Yu yelling his success out excitedly. He exits the dark room with a bloody nose and swollen lip, but still grinning. His shirt sticks to his skin wetly with sweat, the same liquid dripping down his face and neck. He’s breathing heavily as he stretches his hands and rolls his wrists, leaning heavily on the door jamb. Yu starts to grab his shirt to pull it off, then stops to look at the older boys. 

 

“You guys mind if I…?”

 

Both of them shake their head in unison and watch silently as he strips the damp shirt off of himself, wiping the sweat and blood off his face with it and then tucks it into the back of his waistband. He pushes his hair out of his face with one hand, the other digging into a pocket to pull out a strip of fabric that he ties around his head to keep his hair out of his face. He notices the other two boys staring at him and raises an eyebrow. “What?”

 

“You’re… Kind of scary when you’re like that.” Suguru replies, standing up straight and letting go of his best friend’s hand, ignoring the little whine he hears from the taller boy when the contact breaks. 

 

Even with how bad it stinks in here, the lingering pheromones in the air were still starting to get to the black-haired sorcerer. Despite his distaste for omegas, Suguru was still weak to biology like any other alpha, though Satoru wasn’t lying earlier when he said Geto was more attracted to his own dynamic. He couldn’t help but stare with Gojo when Yu took off his shirt, honestly still couldn’t pull his eyes away from the shorter alpha leaning in the doorway. His skin glistened with sweat, highlighting the edges of his toned muscles. Suguru can’t help but lick his lips at the sight. 

 

“Yeah, and it was really hot.” Satoru suddenly blurts out, and both other alphas give him a surprised look at the sudden admittance. After a moment, Yu bursts out laughing, followed quickly by the other two. 

 

“Okay okay, I get it. Both of you stop drooling over me, I don’t swing that way.” He jokes, waving his hand at them dismissively, still laughing a little. He pulls some kind of candy or protein bar out of his pocket, and unwraps it, taking a bite and speaking with his mouth full, “We need to make a plan to go find Kento and get out of here. This place makes me feel weird and I know I can’t be the only one.”

 

“...Are you eating candy right now? Is this really the time?” Satoru questions.

 

“No, it’s a protein bar. And yes, this is exactly the time, this is how I replenish my cursed energy. Leave me alone.”

 

“Okay okay, sorry. So how’re we going to find him then?”

 

“I don’t know.” Yu purses his lips and scrunches his face up a little for a moment, trying to remember the details Kento had told them about this case. He takes another chomp of his protein bar. “I think he said the victims were found in the basement. So lets try there first.”

 

The trio of alphas head off to find their blonde friend, planning amongst themselves. 

 

All the other duties of the mission fell away from their minds, it was no longer just an investigation and exorcism. Only one goal consumed the group now.

 

Rescue Kento Nanami.

 

Notes:

I'm going to try to get the next chapter out by monday night. Things start getting pretty graphic after this first one, hope ya'll are ready.

Worldbuilding Note:

Heat Suppressants: A class of drugs similar to real world birth control, used for preventing or delaying heats. Can come in many forms such as pills, implants, injections, etc. There is even an inhaler-type also for emergencies, but it is the least effective and wears off the quickest so shouldn't be used frequently.

Emergency Heat Suppressant Pen: like an epi-pen for allergies, but containing heat suppressants instead of epinephrine.

Chapter 2: Help Me

Summary:

Separated from his teammates, Nanami faces off against a horrifying creature. When the lights go out though, he's quickly overwhelmed by the cursed spirit and helpless to it's violation of him.

Notes:

Posting this chapter by itself so if anyone wants to skip this part they can. This is the non-con scene. There's no other non-con in this story. Check the end for the TL;DR for important but non-graphic details.

I honestly had a harder time writing this chapter than I expected to. I actually had a really hard time putting Nanami through this but obviously it didn't stop me. The next chapter he gets rescued and the really good stuff starts happening.

Enjoy the freaky shit, y'all.

Hoping to get the next chapter out by Wednesday, and hoping to get this whole fic finished this week.

Fear.

 

It consumed him whole. 

 

Kento has never felt so afraid in his life.

 

He kept playing that moment over and over in his head. The hands shooting up out of the floor, engulfing his legs and yanking him down deep under the building. The lights were still on when he first landed on the concrete floor. His ankle protested painfully as he clambered to his feet, turning towards the hands writhing in a pile nearby and raising his fists to fight. The room was empty other than him and the cursed spirit, stripped bare with stains on the floor that Kento refused to think about. The hands have no bodies but are various sizes and lengths, some almost an entire arm while others were disembodied at the wrist. A number of them have mouths on their palms with dripping, lolling tongues lapping and sucking at each other’s fingers. The sight of them makes Kento feel sick somewhere deeper than his stomach. They aren’t putting off a lot of cursed energy, they don’t seem very strong at all, but there’s at least two dozen of them from his rough count. Probably more, it’s tough to keep track with them all moving.

 

He tries to takes a deep breath to calm his pounding heart, but when his ribs flared a sharp pain shot through his body and he couldn’t help the pained noise that left his throat. The hands go still very suddenly. Kento holds his breath, hoping they’ll just continue their disturbing activities, hoping that today couldn’t get any worse.

 

No such luck though. 

 

The mass turns on him and charges with shocking speed, hands falling over hands and launching themselves at him when they get close enough. Kento starts swinging his fists, blowing apart arm after arm and dodging the ones he couldn’t reach in time, even kicking them away when he gets the chance. He manages to hold his own fairly well for a while, even as a few hands start crawling up his pants and he has to hit them off. The hands just keep coming. He counts ten that he’s killed, then ten more- there’s definitely way more than the two dozen he estimated, but the blonde just keeps swinging. He can handle this. He just has to hold on until his friends get here, right?

 

…Right?

 

Click.

The lights go out. The whole room suddenly pitch black. 

 

No. No no nononono.

 

“NO!” 

 

He screams as loud as his lungs can manage. A raw sound of panic and desperate frustration. 

 

Kento keeps swinging, keeps trying to fight but his technique was useless if he couldn’t see where he’s aiming to draw out his ratio. He just hits the hands away only for them to immediately crawl back. They quickly overwhelm him and he’s yanked to the floor, heading smacking against the hard concrete with enough force that it knocks him unconscious. The last thing he registered before his eyes close was the hands dragging him somewhere else as his head throbbed and blood leaked into his hair.

 

Now that he’s woken, he finds himself laid out on the cold concrete, pants and underwear pulled down around his ankles, shirt bunched up around his chest. Four hands each hold one of his limbs down, two on his arms above his head and the other two holding his legs open and bent at the knees, exposing him to the darkness. The room was still completely dark, he couldn’t see anything but he could feel their meaty fingers wrapped around his wrists and calves. Those weren’t the only hands he felt on his body, though. A few more- five, maybe six, Kento couldn’t count them all- poked and prodded and bit and licked at his bared skin. The sensation made his stomach churn.

 

One of the hands with a mouth on it is exploring his lower belly under his shirt, teeth scraping his skin as it tongues at his belly button. Kento grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut, praying to any god that might be listening that Yu and the others would burst through a wall at any second and save him before this gets any worse. Unfortunately for him, not a single god was interested in Kento Nanami’s prayers, or maybe they’re just much more interested in his suffering. 

 

Kento thinks the reason must be the latter when the tongue on his belly moves as the hand creeps down and cups his groin. He’s not even a little hard when the cursed hand licks along his length, but while he was far from a virgin at this point, he was nothing if not responsive. His body is naturally hyper-sensitive due to growing up with very little physical contact and having no interest in sexual contact until he met Haibara. Poor sheltered boy had never even touched himself before he met his boyfriend, and hadn’t been touched by anyone else except for him since they met, so it doesn’t take long at all before his flesh is responding to the curse’s touch. 

 

Struggling to keep any sounds from leaving his body, Kento breaks a little when the hand-mouth engulfs his cock and he bucks his hips up towards the stimulation, gasping for breath. He thrashes, the wiry muscles in his arms straining as he yanks against the hands on his wrists, only for his hands to be pulled up further, then further. Further still. Too far. His shoulders ache with the threat of dislocation, forcing him to still. 

 

Before he can clench his teeth shut again, a new hand is climbing onto his face and shoving fingers into his mouth to pry it open to lick inside his mouth sloppily. It’s slimy and wet with something that felt thicker than saliva and tasted like… Oh god, why does it taste like cum? The horrified thought makes Kento gag, and he desperately shakes his head back and forth, trying to dislodge the hand from his face. He manages to throw it off for a moment, and turns his head desperately to spit the mucusy substance out. 

 

The hand very quickly returns to it’s spot on his face, a new one joining- larger than the others- to grab a handful of bloodied blonde hair and hold him in place. The fingers are shoved even rougher into his mouth this time. They hit the back of his throat for a second and when he gags from it, he’s left unable to fight as his jaw is pried open again. A tearless sob wracks his body as the tongue is pushed into his mouth again in a cruel mockery of a kiss, making him gag again as it fills mouth completely, leaving him only able to draw breath through his nose. His stomach is tense, locked up in disgust and threatening to spill it’s contents, especially as that thick, sticky fluid on the tongue leaks down the back of his throat and out the sides of his mouth.

 

Sweat drips down his skin, this room feeling entirely too hot all of a sudden. Not even the concrete under his bare ass provides relief from the awful overheatedness taking over his body. It’s immensely uncomfortable, like being sick with a fever on a sweltering day in summer, and Nanami can’t help but whine around the appendage stretching his lips as the feeling takes over his body. The noise was muffled as it explored his oral cavity, rubbing against his teeth and gums, and he was grateful for the small solace that he was granted in not having to hear it out loud. 

 

The hand-mouth around his hardness slurps noisily at him, the sound all-too-loud in this quiet void, sending distant sparks of pleasure through his trapped limbs. It’s getting more and more difficult to keep himself quiet, hips twitching as he squirmed against the floor. The tongue making his jaw ache suddenly pushes deeper into his throat, cutting off his airway as he chokes around it. Eyes shooting open, his back arches painfully off the floor as his thrashing resumed with a sudden burst of panicked vigor as his airway is blocked. He doesn’t stop struggling even as his left shoulder is pulled from the socket with his efforts, eyes welling up with tears as he’s unable to even cry out in pain. 

 

He feels a sudden rush of fluid being forced down his esophagus and he can’t do anything but swallow and let it settle heavy and thick in his stomach. Suddenly his mouth is empty as the hand crawls off his face, and he gasps for air, chest convulsing as he coughs. The hand settles around his throat, just resting there and lazily licking at his neck. His body falls limp against the floor, trembling. 

 

The whole room felt like it was spinning, and for all he could tell in this darkness, it very well could be. Kento’s dizzy from the lack of oxygen and the pain radiating from his shoulder. It’s actually all he can think about at the moment as it drowns out the feeling of the cursed hands on his body. And he’s so, so thankful for it. He’s no stranger to pain- it’s not even the first time he’s had a dislocation in that area- so he greets it with open arms like an old friend. It was a familiar burn, pure and straightforward and not confusing like the other sensations pulsing through his body right now. 

 

It gives the blonde a moment to ground himself. Something to focus on as he catches his breath and tries to form an escape plan. Blinking away the tears in his eyes, he thinks back to the other victims and his blood runs cold. Only those two sorcerers from the Kyoto school and a handful of civilians had survived this treatment, and from the report, they had gotten the worst of the long-term after effects while the non-sorcerers had returned to their lives relatively unchanged after a short hospital stay. He thinks back to the lifeless desperation in their eyes in the photos. 

 

Taking a deep breath that stretches his lungs to the limit and makes his injured rib sting in protest, Kento Nanami makes a promise to himself at that moment. He was going to escape this horrible situation with his mind and sense of self intact with plans to take a whole week off after he gets home from this. He just needs to hold it together until he’s found or until morning at the latest, when the veil will dispel and an SOS will be sent from all four of their cellphones to Jujutsu High, prompting the dispatch of a rescue team if they all were to end up indisposed. He can endure this. He will survive this.

 

He absolutely refuses to die here like this. 

 

A renewed sense of determination lights the embers smouldering inside him, and he draws in another deep breath. Only for it to leave him in a low groan when he feels one of those terrible slimy things start pressing into his entrance. He’d been so enthralled in the pain from his shoulder that he hadn’t even noticed the hand on his groin had pulled itself off and moved further down. The tongue isn’t terribly huge, about the width of three human fingers but twice as long and wet with that sticky fluid that Kento found himself suddenly being very grateful for as this would feel much worse without. Being the first thing inside him tonight though, it was a painful stretch and the curse didn’t care to give him time to adjust as it fills him. 

 

It’s too much all at once. Grinding his teeth, hazel eyes glare out into the darkness above him. His skin burns so hot that the tears rolling down the sides of his face into his hair almost feel cold. Kento tries to just focus on breathing, no longer able to hold in the quiet noises escaping him with almost every exhale, especially as the tongue starts to pull out of him just to immediately thrust itself back in, setting a steady pace. 

 

It hurts. 

 

Sex has never been painful for him before, Yu had always been sure to take plenty of time to prepare him and was always so, so gentle with him. But there’s nothing anyone can do about his lack of prep this time, so he just breathes through it and tries to find comfort in the fact that it couldn’t get much worse from here. This was already his worst nightmare come to life, what more could there be?

 

The worst part was actually when the pain started to melt away and tension began to coil in his lower belly as his body gave way to the assault. His noises of discomfort morphed into begrudging moans dragged from his chest through gritted teeth. It’s getting harder and harder to keep his breathing even and deep, harder to focus on the aches in his body over the waves of pleasure rippling through. The tongue manages to drag over his sweet spot when it thrusts into him and his hips jerk up into the air, cock hard again and leaking pre-cum in a little puddle on his belly. 

 

The shrill sound that leaves him and the feeling of that coil tightening more and more inside him has him wondering if he has enough leverage to dislocate his other shoulder. Kento was far from a masochist- he’d gone completely soft earlier when his first shoulder popped out of place, and it makes him wonder if he could use it to his advantage now. He knows he wouldn’t be able to reset either of them until he was rescued, but that might just be worth driving off his impending climax. 

 

Hearing a distant crash and yelling- the first noises he’s heard besides his own and the hands- his heart jumps in his chest. Then just as suddenly and all at once as he was pulled down here, it’s over. The hands are all dissolved away and the lights come back on, leaving Nanami laying spread out on the floor- empty and aching but full of relief knowing he was almost safe. Blinking in the brightness, he stays there unmoving for a moment, listening to the faint sounds of battle somewhere outside the room as his loud panting echoed inside. 

 

Carefully and very slowly, he brings his knees together- thighs and hips sore from being held apart so roughly for so long- and rolls onto his left side without moving his left arm from its position now laying limp above his head. So much of his body hurts right now. His throat felt raw and sticky and stings when he tries to swallow. The fact that his erection was quickly fading as the pain started to set in all over being the only blessing the universe allowed him this day. Despite this, he was still badly overheated. His skin is wet and slimy, dripping with sweat and that weird fluid the hand-mouths excreted instead of saliva. Lifting his head to look down at himself, his upper lip curled in disgust at the mess all over him. God, that’s disgusting.

 

Groaning painfully, he pulls his injured arm carefully down to his side with his good arm, and holds it steady as he sits up. His long blonde bangs fall in front of his face, a few locks sticking to his cheek and forehead. The feeling of wet slickness between his ass cheeks makes him cringe, but he starts to yank his pants up anyway. There will be plenty of time to clean up when they get back to the hotel. He pauses a moment with his bottoms around the top of his thighs when he finds that he can’t raise them any further while sitting like this.

 

Shit. The thought echoes in his head. This relatively minor inconvenience feels like all too much after everything else that’s happened. He’s so entirely exhausted right now with his lack of sleep combined with the abuse his body just endured. The crashes and yelling get closer and closer, and his chest seizes up with panic at the thought of any of them seeing him like this. That’s the last thing he needs right now. He needs to get up- he’s losing out on time to put himself back together every second he’s stuck on this floor. 

 

Letting his head fall back, he leans back on his good hand as he allows himself to lament his misfortunes for a moment. All the fear and humiliation and pain and disgust rush around inside him. It feels like he’s drowning in it. It’s too much. He struggles to take a deep breath- his ribs and shoulder yelling at him not to, but he manages one. It’s slow and halting and desperate, the kind of breath you take just before a big uncontrollable crying fit. 

 

I’m- I’m going to cry. They’re going to find me crying on the floor like this. Get up! Just get up! You’re stronger than this! Get up! GET UP! Panicking internally certainly isn’t helping. 

 

The noise that comes out when he exhales isn’t a sob, though. 

 

It’s a scream.

 

Long and loud and raw, full of every second of terror and despair he’s been feeling through this whole ordeal. 

 

Somehow, by the time his lungs are empty and quiet, he finds himself standing. Panting as he tugs his pants and briefs the rest of the way up his hips, he listens for the sounds he heard before but it’s silent for a moment before he hears more yelling and a new sound- the heavy footsteps of his friends running to him as they yell his name. He stumbles when he tries to cross the room to the solid wood door he could see set in the dingy wall, tugging his shirt back down over his still-damp torso but not bothering to tuck it into or even fasten his pants. It’s honestly enough just to be covered again.

 

Kento’s head felt full and stuffy, the room spinning violently. He falls the last couple steps, landing firmly against the wall to the side of the door and wincing at the pressure on his left shoulder. Finding no knob on this side but seeing rusty hinges, Kento realizes that he’s stuck. He flexes his wrapped fingers, clenching his fist and activating Ratio in an attempt to punch through the door- only for his last bit of cursed energy to fizzle out completely after he’s already swung. His knuckles hit the door with a useless, anti-climatic thud and the force ripples back through his arm.

 

There’s no way for him to get out from this side. He’s going to have to wait to be found. Sliding down the wall, he settles onto the dusty concrete and closes his eyes. 

 

Weirdly enough, he feels like he’s been drinking. That heavy weight in his stomach from what the cursed hand had shot into him has changed, metamorphosizing into a swirling warmth. It’s now in this moment that he realizes this is where in his body that feverish burn had sparked alight to spread through his nerves, torturing him still as he waits the last minutes before rescue. A disturbing thought crosses his mind and the horror that fills him makes him so nauseated that he gags. 

 

Drunk without drinking and overheated with no heat source- it hits him like a ton of bricks. Those were the symptoms of a heat cycle starting. It’d been hammered into his head since he finally started puberty five years ago that if he starts feeling drunk without having consumed a single drop of alcohol, he needs to take a suppressant immediately and stay away from any alphas. “Just because you can have sex or get pregnant doesn’t mean you should. Especially at your age.” The words echoed in his head. Though male omegas were most often infertile, alphas still presented a special kind of danger during heat cycles and the first was almost always the most intense heat an omega will ever experience.

 

As they draw closer, his stomach drops when he only hears two distinct voices screaming his given name. That’s only… Where’s Geto? His thoughts roil with worry, plagued by flashing images of the older boy being put through the same or similar as to what Kento had just gone through. 

 

“KENTO!” 

 

Hearing Yu calling out for him makes Kento’s heart flutters excitedly- he’s almost here, Kento’s almost safe, he can almost feel Yu’s strong arms around him already- then it feels like the blood-pumping organ falls to the floor when he feels a spark of heat in his groin at the thought of his boyfriend holding him. Looking down at his crotch with offense- as if it had just said something immensely rude- panic rises up in his chest again to take the space his heart had left behind. 

 

They’re all alphas. 

 

He won’t be safe if they find him like this. He can’t even imagine what would happen if they found him right now. Even knowing how much the other boys cared for him, he also knew that their biology was hopelessly weak to the pheromones he’s likely giving off. If he was found like this, he worries that they wouldn’t be able to help themselves. He’ll just end up like those poor sorcerers from Kyoto after all.

 

The thought makes him sick to his stomach.

 

Body trembling as fear fills him yet again, eclipsing the relief, he shoves his hand into his pocket. He nearly drops the suppressant pen when he pulls it out, flipping the top off of the case and sticks the case between his teeth to shake the dispenser out into his palm. It’s skinny and grey, about the length of his hand, with a flat green cap on one end, the other end red and rounded, hiding the needle he knew was inside. He pushes the green cap off with his thumb, then slams the red end into his clothed thigh and holds it there. Plastic cracks between his teeth as he bites down on the hollow case but manages to stay silent. The pain that blooms there is more than worth the mental pain he’ll avoid by halting these hormones before his friends arrive. He counts as it empties into him, holding it twice as long as necessary, desperate and frightened.

 

The effect is almost instant and leaves him gasping from the relief. His mind is immediately clearer, like a fog lifting. He still felt rather dizzy, nearly intoxicated, and his whole body still uncomfortably hot, but it was no longer the all-consuming, raging wildfire it was before. Hopefully whatever this is will pass before the suppressant has time to wear off. The case and auto-injector both fall to the floor with a quiet clatter. 

 

Slumping against the wall, he presses his head into the hard surface as tears start streaming down his face. He can do nothing to hold them back any longer. He’s not sobbing, just leaning his full weight into the wall as he cries silently and waits. 

 

I’m so fucking tired.

Notes:

TL;DR for the people who skipped: Nanami attempts to fight a cursed spirit made of a bunch of just arms and hands with mouths on them, gets overpowered when the lights turn off and the curse has it's way with him. In the process, Nanami dislocates his left shoulder. After they disappear, he realizes that the fluid the hands had excreted into his mouth had been doing things to his body. Panicking more and more the closer he can hear his team getting to him, he takes one of the emergency suppressants and then just cries a little while he waits the last bit of time until he's saved.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of To Be So Lucky