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Nakahara Chuuya is a mostly normal beta. The major thing that sets him apart from the standard of normal? His boyfriend and wannabe mate, Dazai Osamu.
As much as he likes to tease, Chuuya does love Dazai. However, sometimes he really can’t handle the alpha, he knew from the moment he started dating Dazai that it would be difficult, male beta/alpha pairs have problems anyway. But Dazai? He was one of the alpha’s with a genetic defect that causes hyperdominence and high pheromone levels.
Dazai actually manages his disorder rather well and is one of the few that can rein in his instincts for a good stretch of time. Although he still requires medical grade scent patches and soaps, a prescription of sedatives for his episodes of aggressiveness and ruts, and his muzzles to prevent biting when he’s stuck in an instinct haze (which can be bad enough with any dynamic already). Although Dazai doesn’t seem to mind having to wear the muzzles from what he’s said, they’re apparently both sturdy and comfortable (so long as his instincts don’t clash too badly with the lack of biting). Actually, considering that they’re dating, Chuuya is expected to carry a copy of Dazai’s medical papers, a few of his sedatives, and one of his muzzles in case he has an episode.
Chuuya walks into their (technically his) apartment. Unfortunately, he has to get both of them to an appointment with Dazai’s new doctor so he doesn’t have time to rest after work.
“Dazai! You ready to go?” Normally Dazai would still be at work, however he was off today and since Chuuya didn’t have to work nights on Monday, he set the appointment for today.
Before he can move much, a brown blur crashes into him. Dazai holds him against the door, muzzle off and eyes a bright blue, so it’s not really Dazai, but rather his alpha. The alpha rumbles to him.
Chuuya sighs. “Hello, Dazai,” Chuuya spots the scent patches on his neck, good, he won’t have to scrub them both down to get Dazai’s overwhelming-to-anyone-who-can-smell-it scent off before they can be in public. “Can you calm down? You know you’re not supposed to have your muzzle off like this.” Chuuya is careful to keep his voice calm and friendly, Dazai’s Other, as a being of pure instinct, is particularly dominant due to his disorder and Chuuya doesn’t want to trigger the wrong instincts by being too ‘dominant’ over the other.
Although there is some benefit to the muzzle being off, even if it creates more risk of him being bitten. Chuuya carefully slumps to the floor, letting Dazai hold onto him. Slowly, as not to draw attention, Chuuya reaches into his bag and grabs a pill. Chuuya leans forward against his boyfriend and while Dazai can’t see, slips the pill into his own mouth.
Chuuya pulls back up and kisses Dazai, the alpha rumbling happily at the affection. Before Dazai can react, Chuuya is pushing the pill into his mouth and drawing away, clamping his jaw shut and covering his nose to make him swallow.
The alpha growls but swallows, and Chuuya has to hold Dazai’s face away from him as he attempts to bite him. Dazai might be bigger and an alpha, but Chuuya is significantly stronger.
After a minute or so of slowing resistance, Dazai finally relaxes with a small whine. Chuuya sighs as he places the muzzle on his face. “I know, I know, I don’t like having to do that either.” Chuuya pulls Dazai back towards him as he leans back against the door.
“We’ll have to go as soon as you’re fully lucid again, I’m glad I made sure there was more time than we needed to get there.”
Dazai finally stops his pitiful pouting and rubs his face (his muzzle, really) into Chuuya’s neck. He rumbles and attempts to bite at Chuuya’s dormant glands but is blocked by the muzzle.
Chuuya giggles (he hopes Dazai doesn’t remember this later and tease him). “Yeah, I love you too, Mackerel.”