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It's his eyes that pull Megumi in. Blue, like the crest of crystal waves kissing the sky on a hot summer day. He can't tear his eyes away; the boy is a siren, beckoning Megumi closer.
"Are you staring at me?" The boy says, lips curled into a smile and he points at his face, his tiger ears twitching. His long white tail flicks back and forth and Megumi doesn't know what to say. He was given strict instruction from his father not to speak to members of the other clans. But this boy, he looks to be about the same age as Megumi, and how bad could speaking to another child be?
"Your eyes are weird," Megumi mumbles, curling his lips into a pout.
The boy blinks. "Weird?" Megumi considers that his words were cruel, but the boy laughs. "You don't think they're pretty?"
Megumi’s gaze flicks toward the boy's eyes once more. "They're pretty," he mumbles truthfully. Megumi has never been great with words.
"Good," the boy nods, smiling proudly. "I think yours are, too."
That's the first time Gojo Satoru makes Megumi blush.
"Come along, Megumi," his father snarls gruffly, pulling him to the Zen'in side of the room.
Megumi doesn’t understand the yearly meetings between the clans. Something about keeping the peace, adjusting the hunting grounds, things he'll learn when he's older. Now though, he only wants to go hunting in the woods. The Royal Alphas can prattle on here by themselves.
He glances up at his panther father. Fushiguro Toji will complain later-- he never wants to come to these meetings either.
Again, Megumi looks at the young Gojo boy. His blue eyes eagerly stare at the adults. The Gojo tigers have been the strongest clan for generations, but Satoru is a white tiger, a rarity. He carries himself like he's special, and Megumi wonders what that feels like.
Zen'in Naobito is the current leader, meaning his son, Naoya, will be the next Royal Alpha. Megumi will follow in his father's footsteps as an Alpha Guard, protecting the leader. Unfortunately. Megumi doesn't care much for his cousin; Naoya always claims Megumi’s kills in the hunt as his own.
Megumi watches Gojo with careful eyes, how he sits with his chest stuck out, tail curled around his knees. His eyes meet Megumi's and he smiles, waving from across the table. Megumi immediately blushes and glances away. He hates getting caught.
When the meeting ends, the clans stay overnight in the empty palace in the neutral territory, and Megumi wishes his bed were higher off the ground.
"Can't sleep?"
Megumi jolts up to find the white tiger sitting on his windowsill, swinging his leg back and forth.
"What are you-"
"I couldn't either," Satoru says, jumping down onto Megumi's bed. He crosses one leg over the other and starts bouncing his foot. "I keep thinking all these clan rules are so stupid, you know?"
Megumi frowns. He doesn't particularly care about clan rules, but he also doesn't want to feel Naobito's wrath if Satoru is discovered. "You shouldn't be in here..."
The white tiger ignores him. "I'm Satoru! Who are you?"
"Uhm, Megumi-"
"Isn't that a girl's name?" Satoru says, tilting his head. His white ears twitch, tail flicking to and fro.
Megumi's ears fold back. "I dunno, ask my father."
"So I have an idea," Satoru says, leaning forward. His eyes glow in the moonlight leaking in through the window. "When we're older, if we become mates, we could join our clans together and change the world!" He thrusts his hands into the air, flopping onto his side. His tail thumps rapidly against the bed.
Megumi blinks. That is impossible. No one would allow for inter-clan mating. Satoru is going to be a Royal Alpha and he will be given a proper breeding Omega to continue his lineage.
"We can't-"
"Who says?" Satoru's blue eyes twinkle. "When the adults are dead, we can do whatever we want."
Megumi never considered that. He curls his fingers into the sheets and tries to imagine a life without his father. He would miss him, Megumi thinks. Pursing his lips, he knows it's not the only problem. "But two Alphas can't-”
Satoru taps Megumi's chest with his finger. "Don't worry. You'll be my Omega!"
Frowning, Megumi pushes Satoru's hand away. "I'm going to be an Alpha Guard, like my father."
Satoru sticks his tongue out. "Y’never know!"
The white tiger ends up talking Megumi's ear off until morning: about all his dreams and plans. Megumi has never had any of those, but when Satoru talks about them, Megumi thinks he might want to have some, too.
~~
Megumi only sees Satoru once a year, but he's dangerous. The white tiger sneaks into Megumi's room at night and fills his head with grand ideas: new places to hunt, no fear of war, no boring clan meetings. Satoru paints the picture of an ideal world. He sweeps his hand in front of Megumi's eyes and every year for one brief night, Megumi considers that he might want what Satoru wants.
"You're the only one I can tell this to," Satoru whispers one year, lying in bed next to Megumi.
When they sit together like this, Megumi wishes he could be an Omega, just to stay with Satoru.
Megumi snorts, rolling his eyes. "Oh, you mean people from the strongest clan don't want to hear about your idea to join us all together?'
"No!" Satoru pouts. "And it's a good idea, Megumi."
Megumi isn't sure it's a good idea, but it is fantastical, filled with hope and excitement. These dreams disappear in the morning when Megumi is taken back to the Zen'in estate. He continues his guard training while Satoru lives in the back of his mind.
~~
The year Megumi presents as an Omega, Satoru becomes the Royal Alpha for the Gojo clan. It feels like fate is playing some cruel trick on him, making him an Omega while the only Alpha he wants is in another clan.
During his first heat, which Megumi spends alone, he wonders if Satoru cursed him. Maybe the day Satoru poked his chest and declared Megumi would be his Omega had sparked something, and woven Megumi’s fate into a different blanket. It's painful, his ass is wet, aching as he writhes in his bed. He jerks himself off, humping down onto his pillow. It's disgusting, but relieving. However, Megumi still feels empty, wanting to be filled, aching to have something catch and breed him.
Satoru's face flashes through his mind: his pale skin, his beautiful cerulean eyes, the excited tone he has when he purrs his ideals into Megumi's ear. He wants to hear Satoru's voice, wants to wrap their tails together and snuggle close to him, and feel Satoru's hands touch his body.
If Satoru didn't curse him, Megumi would like to curse Satoru for this.
~~
Somehow, Toji convinces Naobito to allow Megumi to continue attending the meetings. It's probably because Megumi is the best hunter the clan has seen in years, despite his Omega status. Megumi’s hit with a myriad of scents. One Omega in a room full of Alphas is overwhelming, but Satoru's scent stands out the most: fresh, like an ocean breeze with a hint of something sweet, strawberries maybe. Megumi’s pupils dilate, and he avoids looking at Satoru.
The jaguar leader of the Kamo clan frowns. "Omegas are not allowed to be here."
Understandable, as Megumi’s body is already reacting to the overwhelming scent of strong Alphas.
Naobito clicks his tongue in agreement and raises his hand, but Satoru stands up. "Fushiguro Megumi is allowed to stay. He’s wasted his childhood in these meetings, it would be a shame to send him away now just because he has presented as something different than expected.”
Relief washes over Megumi, but it’s fleeting. If the meetings felt slow as a child, this is painfully so, like a snail aimlessly dragging its heavy shell along. Megumi’s vision blurs as he sucks in a silent breath, attempting to quell his scent. The voices are muffled and his glands throb with pain. Megumi digs his nails into his palms, half moon marks bruising his flesh. He knows he cannot look at Satoru.
The moment the meeting ends, Naoya turns toward Megumi covering his nose. “You stink, cousin,” he hisses. “Go deal with that.”
For once, Megumi listens to Naoya, ignoring the stares as he slips off.
~~
“That can’t have been easy for you.”
Satoru’s voice is a soft, gentle purr that slips into the room practically unnoticed. However, Megumi can’t ignore Satoru’s scent. Turning his nose up, Megumi’s eyes flutter shut as he pulls in the sweet, fruity smell. His jaw drops, tasting the hint of strawberries on his tongue.
“Wasting no time, scenting me. I knew you were the Omega for me,” Satoru chuckles, shutting the door. As a Royal Alpha, he can do whatever he pleases now, no longer needing to sneak through windows.
Snapping his jaw shut, Megumi shakes his head, frowning. “You shouldn’t be here.”
Satoru pouts, ears folding down. “I thought you’d grown out of saying that to me, Megumin~” His ears pop back up and he skips to Megumi’s bed, crossing one leg over the other when he sits. His eyes are wide, his white eyelashes flutter against his cheek. Satoru is almost too pretty to be an Alpha.
Immediately moving away, Megumi’s skin bristles. “This is different. We’re older, we’ve presented and I’m-”
“You’re my Omega.” Satoru’s words are blunt, but they do more to Megumi than he realizes.
His pupils dilate and he scents Satoru again, mouth open, tasting each sickly-sweet strawberry on his tongue, like his own forbidden fruit. A shiver rolls through each vertebrae of his spine, a trickle of slick does the same down his ass. Heat brought on by the amount of Alphas around him. However, Gojo Satoru is really the one to blame, the Alpha Megumi has dreamed of.
“I-I can’t be-”
Satoru flicks his tail back and forth. “Why not? I can have whatever I want.”
Megumi rolls his eyes and snorts. “You’re such a brat.” Satoru’s always been this way, corrupting Megumi with his impossible dreams. Talking constantly, his words were always far too fantastical.
“You’ve scented me twice now, can you really act like you don’t want this?” And sometimes, Satoru speaks words so true, it makes Megumi’s heart want to burst out of his chest.
“You branded me your Omega when we were kids,” Megumi mumbles, watching as Satoru climbs onto his bed. He looks like a predator: the white tiger, the Royal Alpha bubbling to the surface. “I want you, Satoru,” Megumi whispers, losing his mind to the heat running through his bloodstream.
Satoru crawls between his legs, Megumi struggling to remember spreading them for him. His lithe fingers stroke Megumi’s cheeks, his lips hovering just above Megumi’s. Megumi can tell Satoru wants to devour him. This close Megumi can barely see a sliver of Satoru’s bright blues, his pupils blown wide. Satoru’s ears twitch, desperate to focus.
“Then be mine.” Satoru’s voice is huffy, breathy, and full of need. “You were meant to be my Omega.”
The word “Yes,” leaves Megumi’s mouth before he can stop it and Satoru kisses him. It’s like Megumi’s lips have been waiting for Satoru’s since he presented and he melts into the sensation. Satoru’s warm mouth is soft against his own, and Megumi whimpers.
The kiss deepens, Satoru’s tongue slips into his mouth, wrapping around Megumi’s. Maybe Satoru’s done this before, because every movement feels planned and well-executed. His hands slide down Megumi’s back and his fingers slip under his nightshirt. He yanks it over Megumi’s head, fingers sending electricity all across Megumi’s skin.
Megumi breaks the kiss to breathe, his sigh tickling Satoru’s lips. His cock is hard, his ass soaking the back of his pants, but he doesn’t dread the heat this time. Satoru will help him.
“You taste good, Megumi,” Satoru purrs and leans down against Megumi’s neck, breathing in Megumi’s scent. “You smell like fall leaves and ginger.” His tongue flicks against Megumi’s skin, sucking on it like he’s drinking in the smell.
“A-Ah! S-Satoru!” Maybe Megumi is supposed to be mated to this tiger, this man he’s grown up with, whose words have nestled in his heart.
Megumi’s head falls forward and he buries his nose in Satoru’s neck, sucking on his gland too. It’s intimate, but Megumi wants it, he likes knowing Satoru wants him.
Satoru’s hands slide to Megumi’s hips, pulling him further down the bed. Satoru kisses his bare chest and stops at Megumi’s slightly swollen nipples. With a devilish smirk, he leans down and flicks his tongue over a soft bud, sucking on it. His eyes stay fixated on Megumi’s, ass in the air, white tail flicking back and forth.
Megumi’s chest heaves against Satoru’s warm lips, hips twitching. As good as Satoru’s mouth feels, Megumi wants the white tiger inside of him. It’s what he’s needed ever since he presented.
“Fuck,” Megumi pants, his hands curling into the sheets, dark tail thumping downward. His scent must be going wild.
“You need it, don’t you, my Omega?” Satoru teases, tweaking Megumi’s nipples.
“Please,” he groans, body jerking up, his cock pressing against his pants.
Satoru sits up and slips off his robe. His cock stands tall, leaking for Megumi. The sight makes the Omega lick his lips.
“You have to be patient, Megumi,” Satoru purrs. He hooks his fingers into Megumi’s pants and pulls them down, staring at the red tip of the Omega’s cock. Megumi wants to beg him to touch it, but where Satoru goes next is much better. He trails his fingers over Megumi’s thighs, moving lower until he circles one digit around Megumi’s hole.
“You’re very wet,” Satoru observes, slowly pushing the finger inside.
“Hgn!” Megumi yelps, his back arching off the bed. “That happens when you’re in heat.”
“Mhm,” Satoru hums, tail flicking to and fro as he pumps the finger into Megumi. “It makes it easier for you to take my cock.”
A moan leaves Megumi’s lips. “Please,” he breathes, his eyes fluttering shut as Satoru pushes another finger inside. He moves them in and out and scissors them. It’s close to what Megumi wants, but not enough. He wants something hotter, thicker. His body cries for it, droplets of sweat rolling down his back.
“You take my fingers well, Megumi. A good Omega.”
“Fuck, Satoru just… give me your cock,” he growls.
“How needy of you!” Satoru laughs playfully, his ears twitching with joy. He gives Megumi’s rump a spank. “Let me stretch you properly.”
Megumi whines. “Satoru!”
Satoru shakes his head and shoves a third finger in. He stretches Megumi more and leans over to kiss his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck, I know… I get it. I just… need it,” he pants, rolling his hips down.
Satoru sighs and slowly pulls his fingers out, Megumi’s slick glistening on them. “If you think waiting is easy for me, you’re wrong,” he chuckles, running his tongue up his fingers. Pre-cum sputters out from Megumi’s cock at the sight.
Settling himself between Megumi’s legs, Satoru leans down and nibbles on his ear. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you for so long. Even before I presented.”
“Then do it,” Megumi hiccups.
Satoru lines himself up with Megumi’s hole and slowly pushes inside, helped by the slick.
Megumi sighs, mouth open as his head falls back, his ass finally filled with exactly what he needs. “Ah… yes,” he pants.
Hovering over him, Satoru stares down at Megumi, burying his cock inside of him completely. His tail swoops down and wraps around Megumi’s, squeezing hard. “Trying to get used to how… warm you are,” Satoru pants gruffly.
Megumi leans up and brushes his lips over Satoru’s. “Take your time, Alpha,” he purrs.
The words are enough to get Satoru to move. He pulls out and slams back in, moaning deeply. “Ngh… My Omega,” he growls.
“Yours,” Megumi whines, and rolls his hips up, matching Satoru’s thrusts.
The primal urge takes over their bodies. Satoru slams into Megumi, cupping his ass to lift him up and push in deeper, his cock pressing down against his prostate. Megumi’s ears twitch against the pillow, drool trickling from his mouth. The thrusts are fast and deep, and Satoru is eager, too.
“It feels good, right?” Satoru asks, “Getting fucked by your Alpha.” Satoru’s tail squeezes Megumi’s, their bodies connected.
“Y-Yours, yours!” Megumi chants, his voice strained in his throat. Satoru’s pounding into his ass makes Megumi’s eyes roll back. He moans, desperate and high pitched. He is Satoru’s and Satoru is his. He wants to belong to him. This is Megumi’s fate after all, isn’t it?
Megumi’s hands cup Satoru’s cheeks and he pulls their lips together. “I want your knot, Satoru,” he whines, begging to be filled, stretched.
“I’ll- I’ll give it to you,” Satoru growls. His thrusts get faster, moving frantically into Megumi’s ass. It’s wild, and Megumi humps up against him, legs wrapped around his waist, trying to get Satoru’s knot to pop.
“A-Ah! Satoru!” Megumi gasps, his cock spurting out his finish when Satoru slams in deep against Megumi’s prostate. Slick gushes over Satoru’s cock, slippery and wet.
“Ngh, fuck! S’hot!” Satoru yelps as he buries himself deep inside Megumi. His white tail squeezes Megumi’s, his ears folding back as he comes. The base of his cock swells, and at last his hips grow still as they lock into place.
Megumi groans, spreading his legs as wide as he can, taking Satoru’s knot. His head presses down against the pillow and he bares his neck. Teeth sink into his gland with a sharp flash of pain that quickly fades into pleasure, his ass clenching hard around his Alpha’s cock. Megumi leans up to bite Satoru’s gland, his teeth burying into the skin.
Their scents mingle together and shift as they bond, as their fates intertwine, just as Satoru always believed they would.
They are officially mates.
Megumi pants, his eyes grow wide with fear instead of pleasure as he looks up at his Alpha. But Satoru’s sweet scent is calming as it washes over Megumi. It helps him catch his breath, his anxiety subsiding. This might not be so bad. His ass throbs around Satoru’s knot, and it’s good, like Satoru’s seed is all his body needed.
“Satoru…” He swallows, nervous to say the words.
“We’re mates,” Satoru chuckles. “I did make you a promise.”
“I-I-” Megumi’s voice is barely audible.
“I get whatever I want, and I want you,” Satoru hums, pressing his nose to Megumi’s cheek.
Maybe Satoru was always meant to be his mate. Maybe Megumi was so drawn to his blue eyes like a siren’s song every time they met because they were meant to find each other. The idea is fantastical, fanciful logic only Satoru could come up with. It shows just how much Satoru has buried himself inside of Megumi.
Nuzzling against Satoru’s neck, Megumi laps at the bite mark on Satoru’s gland. He’s not sure what they’ll do, but with Satoru’s protection, Megumi knows he will feel as safe as he does in his arms right now.