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“…the sun may come up each day but when our star is out…
our night, it shall last forever
And give me a thousand kisses and a hundred more a thousand more again, and another hundred, another thousand, and again a hundred more,
as we kiss these passionate thousands let us lose track;
in our oblivion, we will avoid the watchful eyes of stupid, evil peasants hungry to figure out how many kisses we have kissed.”
Catullus 5 (Catullus)
Green rolling hills and the crisp, salty breeze of the sea greeted Sakusa Kiyoomi as he rode along the dirt path, his dark eyes scanning the familiar landscape of Rome. The fresh air was a stark contrast to the bloodied battlefields of Carthage, but even as the city drew nearer, the tension in his chest refused to ease. His victory had secured the empire’s control over the region, but battle, war, still lingered heavily in his mind. Komori, his cousin and trusted officer, rode at his side, ever vigilant, though there was a quiet camaraderie between them born of countless battles.
Summoned by Emperor Oikawa to the imperial palace, Sakusa had little time to dwell on his weariness or wonder why he’d been called back from the battlefield sooner than expected in the first place. As disciplined as ever, he kept his posture straight and his expression unreadable. Yet, despite his best efforts, his thoughts drifted to Atsumu - his Atsumu. It had been far too long since he last saw his lover, and no matter how hard he tried to steel himself, uncertainty gnawed at him.
Would things still be the same after such a long separation? The letters between them had grown few and far between—mostly because of him. The campaign in Carthage had been brutal, and Kiyoomi's focus had been on strategies and slaying Rome’s enemies. He had pushed everything else to the back of his mind, but now, with the war behind him, the longing for Atsumu was all he could feel.
He ached to hold his omega again, to kiss those sweet lips that haunted his dreams, and to spend afternoons like they used to, beneath the magnolia trees in the estate gardens. The thought of that peaceful time brought him a measure of calm, but with it came an even greater need to return to what they'd had before.
The dirt path ahead narrowed as they approached the gates of Rome. The familiar towering walls and bustling streets reminded him that he was home.
As they approached the city’s entrance, Komori shot a sidelong glance at Sakusa, a knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “You’ve been unusually quiet, cousin,” he remarked, feigning innocence. “Could it be that a certain Omega is occupying that ever-calculating mind of yours?”
Sakusa cast him a sharp look, but the hint of amusement in his dark eyes betrayed him. “And what if he is?” he replied dryly. “After months of cold nights and battlefields, I’m more than eager to feel the warmth of my bed again.”
Komori chuckled, nudging his horse closer. “I’m sure it’s your bed you’re so eager for. Not the golden-haired gladiator waiting for you in it.”
Sakusa couldn’t help but scoff, though his expression softened. “Of course I’m eager to see him. It’s been too long. My bed... and my life, for that matter, have been far too cold without Atsumu.”
Komori’s grin widened. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say the great Centurion Sakusa Kiyoomi has gone soft.”
“Careful,” Sakusa warned, his voice edged with mock seriousness. “You’re still part of my centuria. I could have you assigned to guard duty at the farthest outpost if you keep that up.”
“Oh, I’m trembling,” Komori laughed, before his tone grew more sincere. “He’s missed you, I’m sure. It’ll be good for both of you to be together again.”
Sakusa allowed himself a small smile. “I’ve missed him more than words can say. Let’s hope he hasn’t grown too comfortable without me.”
Atsumu paced the length of the small chamber in the imperial palace, his hand resting instinctively on his rounded stomach. The soft fabric of his tunic stretched gently over the curve, a constant reminder of the secret he had been carrying for months. His mind raced with worry, even as the palace bustled with the sound of servants and soldiers moving about their duties. As a former gladiator turned trusted advisor to Emperor Oikawa, he was no stranger to navigating the dangerous politics of Rome, but this… this was different.
He was pregnant with a Centurion's child - unmated and unmarked while he's at it. It was as if he was asking for trouble to come his way.
Jupiter, help him.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. The door creaked open, revealing Iwaizumi, his expression as stoic as ever, though there was a softness in his eyes as he looked at Atsumu. "How are you feeling?" he asked, lowly but filled with concern.
The emperor’s consort had quickly become a close friend of Atsumu’s - their love for Oikawa solidifying their friendship. It was nice to have someone else who understood the frustration and delight that came from dealing with the emperor daily.
Atsumu let out a small sigh, running a hand through his hair. "Better than yesterday, I suppose," he admitted, though his eyes betrayed his unease. The previous day he was riddled with sickness, something he hadn’t experienced since the early months of his pregnancy. The stress of his alpha’s return was taking a toll on him. He’d missed Kiyoomi - so, so much - but that didn’t outweigh how afraid he felt. "But still not sure how ‘m supposed to tell Sakusa the news."
Iwaizumi crossed the room, placing a hand on Atsumu’s shoulder. "It won’t be easy, but you have to tell him. You know he deserves to know the truth. He’ll want to protect you—and his child."
Atsumu gave a strained chuckle, shaking his head. "Protect me, yeah. But what’s he gonna think when he finds out I’ve been keeping this from him? All this time, and I never told him I was pregnant."
Iwaizumi’s gaze hardened slightly. "If his affections for you are as strong as you say they are, he’ll understand. You’re the father of his child, and Sakusa’s loyalty to you runs deep."
Atsumu shook his head, pacing again. "Rome’s full of snakes, Iwa. I can handle ‘em on the sands, but this?" He gestured to his belly. "This paints a damn target on me. People will think I’m trying to trap him, using this baby to secure his favor."
Iwaizumi stepped in front of him, his voice firm. "But you’re not. You and Sakusa belong together, and he’ll stand by your side. He’s fought wars—this is just one more battle."
Atsumu’s gaze softened, though the worry remained. "Yes, but will he forgive me for not telling him sooner? For keeping this from him?"
Before Iwaizumi could respond, the door swung open again, and Emperor Oikawa strode in, his usual smirk in place as his gaze settled on Atsumu. "Ah, my most trusted advisor," he drawled. "Still pacing like a caged lion, I see."
Atsumu shot him a half-hearted glare. "You would be too if you were me."
Oikawa waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, I’m sure I’d handle it with far more grace," he teased, before his tone turned more serious. "Sakusa is nearly here. You don’t have much time to keep worrying. He’s bound to see the truth the moment he lays eyes on you."
Atsumu bit his lip, his heart racing at the thought. "You think he’ll be angry?"
Oikawa tilted his head, considering the question for a moment. "Angry? Perhaps. Confused, certainly. But Sakusa’s devotion to you will outweigh any of that. He won’t abandon you now, not with his child growing inside you."
Atsumu rubbed his temples, trying to will the tension away. "I just— I don’t know how to say it. How do I tell him something this big after all this time?"
Oikawa stepped closer, his gaze uncharacteristically soft. "Tell him the truth, and you let him decide where to go from there. Trust him."
Atsumu took a deep breath, glancing between Oikawa and Iwaizumi. "I hope you’re right. I really do."
Iwaizumi placed a hand on his shoulder again. "No matter the outcome, we’re here for you.”
Just as the words left his mouth, a loud commotion sounded from outside, the familiar clamor of soldiers returning from battle. Atsumu’s heart skipped a beat, his pulse quickening. Kiyoomi had arrived.
Oikawa raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. "Looks like you’re out of time, dear advisor." He winked at Atsumu and reached for Iwaizumi’s hand, intertwining their fingers together and pulling the alpha out of the room. "Better prepare to face your Centurion."
Atsumu swallowed hard, nerves jangling as he looked toward the door. "Guess it’s time," he muttered, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation.
Atsumu stood by the window, his fingers lightly gripping the stone ledge as he watched the soldiers dismount and make their way into the palace courtyard. His heart raced with each passing second, knowing that among them was Kiyoomi, his Centurion—his lover, the father of the child he was carrying.
The door creaked open behind him, and Atsumu turned slowly, his breath catching in his throat as Sakusa entered the room. The man looked just as he had in Atsumu’s memories—broad shoulders, sharp features, his dark hair was shorter now, showing off the cut of his jawline. He was every bit the hardened soldier returning from battle, and still incredibly handsome, yet there was something softer in the way his gaze immediately sought Atsumu’s.
But the softness quickly changed as Sakusa’s brow furrowed in confusion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he approached, immediately sensing something was wrong with his omega. His gaze traveled lower, stopping at Atsumu’s midsection, where his once-flat stomach now curved out, undeniable and unmistakable.
Sakusa’s breath hitched, his body freezing in place. Atsumu stood still, his hand moving to cover his stomach, though it was too late to hide anything. The scent in the air had changed, too—richer, sweeter, carrying the scent of an omega well into pregnancy. Six months along, if the alpha had to guess.
"You’re pregnant," Sakusa stated, much sharper than he intended. He took a step forward, his eyes never leaving Atsumu’s stomach, disbelief and confusion etched across his face. "You’re pregnant. And you didn’t tell me?"
Atsumu flinched at the accusatory tone, his fingers tightening around the fabric of his tunic. "Kiyoomi, I—"
"How long were you planning on keeping this from me?" Sakusa’s voice rose, his fists clenched at his sides. "Did you think I would not notice when I returned?"
Atsumu took a shaky breath, struggling to maintain his composure. "I didn’t want to distract you while you were in Cathradge," he said quietly, his words rushed as if trying to justify his actions. "You were out there, Kiyoomi—fighting, leading soldiers. I didn’t want to pull you away from your duty."
"My duty?" Sakusa’s eyes narrowed, frustration flaring in his gaze. "Atsumu, you’re carrying my child. You didn’t think that maybe I’d want to know about something like that? You didn’t think that maybe that was more important than any war?"
Atsumu’s heart ached at the harshness in Sakusa’s voice, but he stood his ground. "I knew it was important," he said, his voice rising with emotion. "But I also knew that if I told you, you’d feel like you had to come back. And Rome—Rome needed you. You’ve been fighting to secure our future, to protect us all. I didn’t want to be the reason you felt torn between us and your duty."
Sakusa’s face hardened, his emotions swirling in a storm of anger, guilt, and confusion. "So you just… kept it from me? You didn’t think I could handle knowing? That I could decide for myself what mattered?"
Atsumu’s chest tightened, his voice shaking as he tried to explain. "It wasn’t like that, Kiyoomi. I didn’t want to add more to your burdens. I thought I was doing what was best—"
"What’s best?" Sakusa cut him off, coldly. "What’s best is that I should have been here, Atsumu. You shouldn’t have had to go through this alone."
The words hit Atsumu like a blow, and he instinctively looked away, biting his lip to hold back the tears threatening to spill. "I didn’t think you’d understand," Atsumu admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I thought you’d see this as a distraction, something that pulled you away from what you needed to do. And I… I didn’t want you to resent me for it."
Sakusa faltered, the anger in his eyes dimming, replaced by sadness. "Resent you?" he echoed, quieter now. "Atsumu, how could I ever—" He stopped himself, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "You didn’t trust me enough to tell me. That’s what this feels like."
Atsumu blinked, his breath catching in his throat. "It’s not about trust, Kiyoomi. I do trust you. I just… I didn’t know how you’d react. And I didn’t want to lose you."
The alpha stood there, his heart torn between anger and understanding. He couldn’t deny that he felt hurt—betrayed even—that Atsumu had kept this from him. But he could also see the fear and pain in Atsumu’s eyes, how much of a toll carrying this secret for months on his own had taken on him.
Sakusa took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "You’re not going to lose me," he said softly. Finally appearing calmer. He stepped closer, reaching out to gently place a hand on Atsumu’s stomach. "This—our child—it’s not something you have to bear alone. I’m here now."
Atsumu’s eyes softened, his shoulders sagging with relief as he leaned into Sakusa’s touch. "I know," he whispered, filled with guilt. "I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner."
Sakusa sighed, his thumb brushing lightly over Atsumu’s stomach, feeling the warmth of the life growing within. "We’ve both made mistakes," he said, his voice quiet but firm.”I’m sorry you felt like you couldn’t tell me.”
Sakusa’s hand remained on Atsumu’s stomach, but the silence between them was heavy, filled with all the things neither of them had said. Atsumu’s breath hitched, the unresolved tension growing thicker with every second that passed. He could feel it—Sakusa’s uncertainty, the walls steadily rising between them. Despite his lover’s gentle touch, Atsumu couldn’t help but fear what came next.
Would Sakusa see this child as an obstacle, something that complicated the life they had built? Or would he walk away, choosing his duty to Rome over them?
“I... I don’t expect anything from you, Kiyoomi,” Atsumu bit his lip, his eyes filled with the fear he’d been trying so hard to hide. “If—if this isn’t what you wanted, if it’s too much... I’ll understand. I don’t want you to feel like you have to—”
Onyx eyes snapped up to meet honey brown, and his grip on Atsumu’s waist tightened, his jaw clenching. “Don’t,” he said sharply. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Atsumu.”
Atsumu blinked, his heart racing as he saw the fierceness in the alpha’s eyes. But behind the anger, there was the growing, burning desire to protect him. To protect their child.
“I’m not leaving,” Sakusa said, his voice rough, as if the very thought of abandoning Atsumu had wounded him. “I would never leave you, Atsumu. This is our child. And I’m going to be there for both of you—whether you like it or not.”
Atsumu felt his chest tighten, the emotions swirling between them almost too much to bear. “But you’re angry,” he whispered,. “You haven’t even said if you want this. You haven’t said if you want—us.”
Sakusa exhaled slowly, his free hand coming up to brush a strand of hair from Atsumu’s face. “I’m angry because you didn’t tell me,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this. I don’t want you.”
His voice softened as he continued, his thumb tracing the curve of his lover’s cheek. “I just—damn it, Atsumu, I don’t know what to feel. I’ve been gone so long, and now you’re here, pregnant with my child. I want to protect you. I want to protect both of you so badly that it scares me. But I also feel like I’ve already failed you.”
Atsumu’s heart thudded in his chest as he listened, feeling relief and doubt. He’d been so terrified of how Sakusa would react, but now that he was hearing his lover’s words, he realized just how wrong it had been of him to be so afraid. He wasn’t pushing him away—he was pulling him closer, even if neither of them quite knew how to navigate this new reality.
“You haven’t failed me, Kiyoomi,” He replied softly, his hand reaching up to rest over Sakusa’s. “You’re here now. That’s what matters.”
“What if I’m not enough?” Sakusa murmured, as he let his fear slip out. “What if I can’t protect you the way I should?”
Atsumu’s heart ached at the vulnerability in the other’s words. He could feel the burden of Sakusa’s sense of duty, the rigid expectations he placed on himself.
“You will protect us,” Atsumu said, his voice firmer now, more certain - desperately wanting to reassure his lover. “I trust you, Kiyoomi. I always have.”
Sakusa’s gaze softened, his thumb brushing over Atsumu’s cheek once more. But beneath the tenderness, there was still a lingering unease.
“I don’t know what the future holds,” Sakusa admitted, “But I do know one thing, Atsumu—I’m not letting anything happen to you. Nor will I leave you again.”
Atsumu nodded, a lone tear finally slipping down his cheek as he leaned into Sakusa’s touch, his fears slowly lifting, even if uncertainty laid ahead.
But for now, this was enough.
Two Years Prior
The grand hall of the imperial palace buzzed with celebration as musicians played lively tunes and servants moved swiftly between tables, filling goblets with wine. The banquet was in full swing, honoring the newly promoted officers of Rome’s military elite. Golden lanterns illuminated the chamber, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors and the opulent silks draped from the high ceilings.
Atsumu stood stiffly to the side of the emperor’s table, his posture tense as he scanned the crowd. Despite being dressed in silks finer than anything he had worn before, he couldn’t shake the discomfort that clung to him. The golden collar around his neck somehow felt heavier than usual, a constant reminder of his status. Though he was now Oikawa’s personal servant—an elevated position that took him out of the gladiator barracks—Atsumu couldn’t rid the feeling that he was an outsider in this world of power and luxury.
He caught Oikawa’s eye from across the room, and the emperor gave him a reassuring nod. He knew all too well that his servant would feel out of his element during this banquet - Atsumu assumed this was some sick way of the emperor testing him.
Atsumu bowed his head in response, though his unease remained. He trusted Oikawa more than anyone, but he had learned the hard way to be wary of those around him. The court was filled with dangerous people, and tonight was no different.
As he stood silently by the emperor’s side, the new soldiers being honored tonight began to mingle. Atsumu’s attention drifted toward the center of the hall where a group of high-ranking soldiers had gathered. Among them, three men stood out—Bokuto Koutarou, newly promoted to General; Matsukawa Issei, now the Primus Pilus; and Sakusa Kiyoomi, the newly appointed First Centuria of the First Cohort .
Sakusa stood slightly apart from the others, tall and commanding, a perfect image of an alpha. His dark curls framed his face, and his eyes—sharp, intelligent—swept over the room as if assessing every potential threat. Atsumu’s heart gave an involuntary jolt. There was something about the way the Centurion carried himself, something that drew Atsumu’s regard despite his wariness.
Sakusa’s eyes landed on him then, and for a moment, the noise of the banquet seemed to fade. Atsumu held his breath as their gazes locked, feeling a pull that he hadn’t expected. He quickly averted his eyes, cursing himself for being so easily distracted. He wasn’t here to make friends—especially not with someone as dangerous as a Centurion.
But Sakusa was already moving toward him.
Atsumu’s muscles tensed as the Alpha approached, his expression unreadable. Sakusa stopped a few feet in front of him, shamelessly letting his eyes sweep over Atsumu, taking in every detail. For a moment, they simply regarded each other in silence. Atsumu could feel the heat behind the Centurion’s stare, and though he wanted to appear indifferent, his pulse quickened.
“I’ve heard of you, you’re the emperor’s new servant,” Sakusa stated, his voice smooth but laced with curiosity. “The one who used to be a gladiator.”
Atsumu lifted his chin slightly, refusing to be intimidated. “I am.”
Sakusa’s eyes flicked to the golden collar around Atsumu’s neck, then back to his face. “You don’t seem like a servant.”
“And you don’t seem like a Centurion,” Atsumu shot back, though there was no real bite in his tone. There was something about the man that made him want to keep engaging with the Alpha, despite his better judgment. He partially blamed it on his omegan instincts.
Sakusa chuckled softly, surprising Atsumu with the sound. “Touché,” he said, his lips quirking into a faint smile. “What’s your name?”
“Atsumu,” he replied, though he was wary of giving Sakusa more than that.
Sakusa nodded, his eyes flickering with something that Atsumu couldn’t quite place. “Atsumu. I’ll remember that.” He took a step closer, attention never wavering from the omega. “You know, you stand out in a room full of soldiers and politicians. I can’t help but wonder why.”
Atsumu narrowed his eyes, his posture stiffening. “I’m just a servant.”
Sakusa’s smile deepened, though his voice remained quiet. “Somehow I don’t believe you are simply that. And neither do you.”
Atsumu’s heart skipped a beat. This man was trouble—not just because of his position, but because of how easily he seemed to see through Atsumu’s defenses. He didn’t like it. Not one bit.
“I’m not here to do anything but serve my Emperor, Centurion,” Atsumu said, his voice colder now. “If you’re trying to get on my good side to win our lord’s favor, don’t bother. I’m not one to be easily befriended.”
Sakusa studied him for a long moment, his gaze unwavering as he absorbed Atsumu’s words. There was a flicker of unknown emotion in his dark eyes, though the challenge remained. “I’m not here to win your favor, Atsumu, nor do I need it to earn the Emperor’s regard,” he replied, his voice infuriatingly steady. “Consider me simply… curious.”
The alpha’s tone softened slightly, but his brazen interest lingered. “And I’m not one to be easily pushed away. I’m determined to learn more about you, whether you like it or not.”
Atsumu didn’t reply. He simply watched as Sakusa turned and walked back into the crowd, leaving him standing there with his heart racing and his mind reeling. Something told him that Sakusa Kiyoomi wasn’t going to be so easy to push away. And despite his own internal warnings, Atsumu couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of something dangerous between them.
As the night wore on, Atsumu stayed by Oikawa’s side, ever the loyal servant. But his mind kept drifting back to Sakusa, the deep smoothness of his voice, the attentiveness in his dark eyes. He cursed himself for the way his heart had reacted to the Centurion’s presence. It wasn’t like him to be so easily swayed by an Alpha’s attention.
But as the music played and the laughter of Rome’s elite filled the air, Atsumu couldn’t stay still, too wound up from his interaction with the alpha. Sakusa had seen through him—seen the man he was trying so hard to hide. And worse, Atsumu had let him.
From across the room, Sakusa’s eyes found him again, gaze all too knowing. Atsumu turned away, but heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t trust anyone here. Least of all himself.
Present
“I’ve missed you,” Atsumu breathed out as his hand lifted to cover the one pressed against his cheek.
Kiyoomi leaned in to kiss his lips softly, still holding his cheek. “I’ve missed you. The nights were far too lonely without you.” His words lingered on Atsumu’s lips as he pulled back just slightly, his dark eyes searching Atsumu's face. “You should ask to be released from the palace... come back to the estate with me. We’ll have all the time in the world, away from all of this.”
Atsumu sighed softly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I do not need to seek the Emperor’s permission. Oikawa ordered that I do not overwork myself. Says I need to 'rest,'” he scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Kiyoomi raised a brow. “Rest?”
“Yes,” Atsumu chuckled. “He temporarily relieved me of all my duties, even forbade me from stepping foot into The Curia. So I guess I’m all yours.”
A glint of satisfaction flickered across Kiyoomi’s face. “All mine?” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath warm against Atsumu’s ear. “I like the sound of that.”
Atsumu bit his lip, heat rushing to his cheeks at the way Kiyoomi’s voice dripped with intent. “Then take me away, Centurion,” he teased.
Kiyoomi didn’t waste another moment. Grabbing Atsumu’s hand, he led him swiftly from the palace, back to the familiar sanctuary of Sakusa’s estate. The door to his chambers barely closed before Kiyoomi had Atsumu in his arms, lips pressed urgently against his as they stumbled toward the bed.
With a gentle but firm hand, Kiyoomi laid Atsumu down, his gaze never leaving the Omega’s. He pulled at the hem of Atsumu’s tunic, his fingers grazing the soft skin as he slowly exposed the curve of Atsumu’s neck and collarbones. Kiyoomi’s lips followed, pressing kisses to every inch of newly bared skin, his breath hot and tantalizing as it fanned across Atsumu’s throat.
“You don’t know how many nights I spent imagining this,” Kiyoomi murmured between kisses, his voice a low rasp as he nipped lightly at Atsumu’s collarbone. “Every time I closed my eyes, I’d see you… feel you.”
Atsumu’s breath hitched, his fingers tangling in Kiyoomi’s hair. “Then keep going,” he whispered. “Make up for all those nights.”
The alpha’s hands began to wander as leaned up to claim Atsumu’s lips once more. Carefully, he began to tug down the rest of Atsumu’s tunic, leaving him bare for Kiyoomi’s eyes. With unabashed hunger, Kiyoomi’s gaze wandered down Atsumu’s chest from his full, heavy breasts, now filled with milk, down to his stomach that now stretched to accommodate their child. Pride and lust filled him at such a sight, his alpha pleased that he managed to breed his omega so well.
“You’re beautiful.” Kiyoomi murmured, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the swell of Atsumu’s stomach, “The most beautiful omega in all of Rome. What have I done to gain such favor from Jupiter himself?”
Atsumu blushed due to his words and playfully slapped at Kiyoomi’s shoulders, “There is no need to talk so sweetly to me, Centurion, you already have me in your bed.”
Kiyoomi’s smile is wolfish as his hands traveled lower to teasingly trace his pussy, drawing a gasp from the omega. He chuckled low, the sound rumbling in his throat as he leaned back just enough to meet Atsumu’s gaze. “You say to stop, yet your body tells me otherwise.” His fingers trailed teasingly over Atsumu’s inner thighs before cupping him fully, feeling the slickness that had already begun to gather. “You love it don’t you, amica mea.”
Atsumu’s breath stuttered, his body arching into Kiyoomi’s touch despite his playful front. “You… you already know the answer to that,” he murmured, voice trembling with anticipation.
Kiyoomi pressed his lips against Atsumu’s stomach once more, his warm breath caressing the skin. “I’ve missed this,” he whispered, his voice hushed but filled with desire. “I’ve missed every part of you.”
He continued to worship Atsumu’s body with soft kisses, his lips moving down slowly, deliberately, until they reached the sensitive spot where his hand lingered. Atsumu’s breathing quickened, his hands finding purchase in the sheets beneath him as he felt Kiyoomi’s lips brush against him there.
“Kiyoomi,” Atsumu gasped, his body trembling under the Alpha’s touch. “Please…”
Kiyoomi paused for a moment, savoring the sound of Atsumu’s voice, the way his Omega’s body responded to him. “You’ve been so patient,” he murmured, voice low as his thumb traced his clit in slow, lazy circles. “Let me make it worth your wait.”
With a slow, deliberate movement, Kiyoomi pressed his lips to Atsumu’s pussy, drawing a shuddering moan from his lover. Atsumu’s hands flew to Kiyoomi’s hair, tugging gently as his legs fell open wider, allowing Kiyoomi to devour him without hesitation.
The room filled with the sounds of Atsumu’s cries and moans as Kiyoomi worked him over, each flick of his tongue and caress of his fingers driving his omega further into bliss. Kiyoomi’s heart swelled with pride and love as Atsumu’s body writhed beneath him, every reaction a testament to the devotion that had only grown stronger during their time apart.
Atsumu’s moans grew louder, and his body tensed, teetering on the edge. “Kiyo… Kiyoomi,” he whimpered, his thighs trembling as the pleasure built. “I’m so close… please…”
Kiyoomi didn’t relent, increasing his pace, determined to give Atsumu everything he had missed during their separation. With one final, deliberate stroke of his tongue, Atsumu fell over the edge, his back arching off the bed as his climax overtook him.
Kiyoomi moved back up Atsumu’s body, capturing his lips in a slow, sensual kiss, the taste of slick lingering. “I love you,” he whispered against Atsumu’s lips. “Plus quam in mundo.”
Atsumu, still breathless, gazed up at Kiyoomi, his heart full. “I love you too,” he whispered back, his hand gently caressing Kiyoomi’s cheek. “Now, come here…we still have much to make up for..”
Afterwards, Atsumu's head rested on Kiyoomi’s chest, his breathing soft and body relaxed and sated from their lovemaking. Kiyoomi laid into his pillows, content and finally at peace. This is what he’s been missing during those months of war, endless campaigns, and sleepless nights. Being here, with Atsumu, was the only place he truly felt at ease. His hand gently traced circles on the other’s back, the warmth of their bodies mingling as they lay together in the quiet of the chambers.
Kiyoomi pressed a soft kiss to Atsumu’s temple, his voice low and tender as he asked, “How are you feeling? And… how’s the pup?”
Atsumu smiled, his cheek still pressed to Kiyoomi’s chest, the steady beat of his heart comforting. “I’m fine,” he murmured, his fingers lightly trailing over Kiyoomi’s skin. “Tired, but fine. As for our child…” He smiled as he thought of their ever growing pup, the look on his face far softer than anything Kiyoomi has ever seen. “They’re growing strong, just like their father.”
Kiyoomi’s hand followed, his touch reverent as he caressed the gentle curve of Atsumu’s stomach. “Strong, huh? I hope they don’t inherit too much of my stubbornness.”
Atsumu chuckled softly, nuzzling closer. “If they’re anything like you, they’ll be perfect.”
The alpha’s chest rumbled in contentment, and he shifted slightly, to look over at Atsumu. “Have you been taking care of yourself? I should’ve been here… I hate that you had to go through so much alone.”
Atsumu shook his head gently, lifting his gaze to meet Kiyoomi’s. “You don’t need to worry about me. Oikawa’s kept me well cared for, and I’ve had Shigeru around to keep me company.” He smiled, his hand brushing over Kiyoomi’s jawline. “But I did miss you… every single day.”
Kiyoomi closed his eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth of Atsumu’s words. “I missed you too. The nights were the worst… knowing you were here, and I couldn’t be by your side.”
Atsumu leaned up to kiss him softly, reassuring. “You’re here now, that’s all that matters.”
They fell into a comfortable silence, the burdens of the outside world slipping away as they simply held each other. Kiyoomi’s hand gently moved back and forth across Atsumu’s belly, his thoughts drifting to their future. “Do you think it’ll be a boy or a girl?”
Atsumu grinned, his eyes sparkling with a playful gleam. “I have a feeling it’ll be a boy. Someone who’ll drive you crazy just like I do.”
Kiyoomi chuckled, pulling Atsumu closer. “I wouldn’t mind that… as long as he’s as beautiful as you.”
Atsumu rolled his eyes, playfully slapping Kiyoomi’s chest. “There you go again, flattering me when I’m already yours.”
Kiyoomi’s smile was genuine as he gazed at Atsumu, his heart swelling with love. “I’ll never stop reminding you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to his lover’s forehead. “You are my world.”
“And you’re mine, Kiyoomi. Always.”
Two Years Prior
The cautious walls that Atsumu had carefully built around his heart were slowly being chipped away by none other than Sakusa Kiyoomi. It began subtly—gifts of small, thoughtful tokens that the Centurion would leave for him: a perfectly polished stone from the battlefield, a hand-carved figurine of a fox, a delicate bronze bracelet that Atsumu now wore tucked beneath the sleeve of his tunic.
Each time Sakusa found an excuse to join him for a stroll through the gardens, Atsumu’s wariness remained, though with each passing visit, he felt things between them grow warmer, softer. The Centurion’s presence had become something he both dreaded and secretly longed for. Every look, every quiet conversation, made it harder for Atsumu to guard his heart.
Oikawa, ever perceptive, had of course noticed this shift immediately.
One afternoon, while lounging in the emperor’s private chambers, Oikawa smirked as he watched Atsumu pick at his lunch, his mind clearly elsewhere.
"So," He began, his tone laced with amusement, "how long are you going to pretend that you’re not falling for the Centurion?"
Atsumu’s head snapped up, his golden eyes narrowing in protest. "I’m not—"
"Oh, please," Oikawa cut him off with a laugh. "You’re smitten, Atsumu. Don’t even try to deny it. You blush every time he brings you something, and you can't stop looking at that ridiculous bracelet he gave you."
Atsumu scowled, though the heat rising to his cheeks betrayed him. "It’s not like that," he grumbled, avoiding the Emperor’s knowing gaze. "He’s just... persistent."
"Persistent?" Oikawa echoed, raising an eyebrow. "Atsumu, you’re falling in love with him, and you know it."
Atsumu's lips pressed into a thin line, but after a moment of silence, he exhaled and leaned back against the cushion, letting the truth sink in. "Fine. Maybe I am," he admitted, his voice soft, as though saying it aloud made it even more real. "But what good will it do? He’s a Centurion, and I’m..." He trailed off, gesturing to the golden collar around his neck.
Oikawa sighed, his teasing tone shifting to something more serious. "You're more than just my advisor, Atsumu. I keep you by my side to protect you—shall I remind you of your heritage? You've become like family to me. And if Sakusa Kiyoomi has the sense to see that and treat you with the respect you deserve, then why not go after him?"
Atsumu hesitated, his fingers absentmindedly brushing over the bracelet beneath his sleeve. "You really think he..." He didn’t finish the question, but Oikawa understood.
"I think," Oikawa said with a rare gentleness, "that you should stop fighting your feelings and see where they take you. The man’s clearly devoted to you. Why deny yourself happiness?"
Later that evening, Oikawa had given Atsumu his blessing, smiling like the cat that had caught the canary as he sent Atsumu off to share a private dinner with the Centurion in his estate. Atsumu had felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he made his way to the dining chamber where Sakusa waited. It was a simple affair, the two of them seated at a small table, the flickering candlelight casting shadows over the fine dishes set before them.
The conversation flowed easily between them, despite the underlying tension. Atsumu teased Sakusa about the stoic expression he always wore in public, while Sakusa countered with remarks about Atsumu’s growing collection of the gifts he’d given him.
"You’ve become quite the collector," Sakusa said, his lips quirking into a faint smile as he poured Atsumu more wine. "Do you like the bracelet?"
Atsumu glanced down at his wrist, feeling the warmth creep up his neck again. "It’s... fine," he replied, though his tone betrayed him. "It’s not like I wear it all the time or anything."
Sakusa chuckled, the sound low and pleasant. "Of course not."
After dinner, they found themselves walking through the Centurion’s private gardens. The night was cool, the scent of magnolia blossoms filling the air as they strolled side by side beneath the starry sky. Atsumu’s heart raced, the wine from dinner making him bolder as he bantered with Sakusa, teasing him as they walked.
"You must be the most serious man in all of Rome," Atsumu said with a playful smirk. "Do you ever laugh?"
"I laugh," Sakusa replied, deadpan. "Just not in public."
"Oh? So you’re secretly a comedian?" Atsumu quipped, leaning his shoulder against Sakusa’s arm, batting his eyelashes. “Shall we let the Emperor know of your secret talents?”
Sakusa’s lips twitched in amusement as he turned to face Atsumu, his dark eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "I have my moments," he said, much softer now. “But only for you, I hope you will keep that between us.”
Atsumu bit his lip to hide his smile, moving to wrap his hands around the alpha’s bicep.
They stopped beneath a large magnolia tree, the pale blooms glowing softly in the moonlight. Atsumu looked up at Sakusa, suddenly feeling the atmosphere change around them. His heart pounded as Sakusa reached out, gently brushing his fingers along the edge of Atsumu’s jaw, his touch sending a shiver down the omega’s spine.
"You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met," Sakusa murmured, his eyes locked on Atsumu’s. "I meant what I said before—I’m going to learn everything about you."
Atsumu swallowed, his throat dry. "And I told you not to bother."
Sakusa’s lips curved into a small smile as he reached up, plucking a magnolia blossom from the tree above them. He twirled it between his fingers for a moment before leaning in and tucking it behind Atsumu’s ear, his touch lingering as their faces drew closer.
"I think it will be impossible to keep me away from you now, carissime ," Sakusa whispered, his breath warm against Atsumu’s lips.
Before Atsumu could protest—or perhaps because he didn’t want to—Sakusa closed the distance between them, pressing his lips to Atsumu’s in a slow, deliberate kiss. Atsumu’s breath hitched, his instincts screaming at him to pull away, but instead, he found himself leaning in, kissing Sakusa back with a hunger he hadn’t realized he’d been holding back for so long.
They fell into the soft grass together, their hands roaming, their kisses growing more urgent with each passing second. The magnolia blossom fell from behind Atsumu’s ear as he reached up, curling his fingers into Sakusa’s hair. Their lips parted only long enough to shed articles of clothing, their breaths mingling as they gave in to what has been simmering between them for months.
Atsumu moaned on his hands and knees as Kiyoomi tongue dragged across his soaking folds, his hands gripping onto his hips, pulling him back towards his eager mouth. “Kiyoomi!”
“Futue, your pussy is the sweetest thing, Atsumu.” Kiyoomi growled against his cunt, the vibrations of his voice sending jolts of pleasure through the omega’s body.
“Placet, magis!” Atsumu cried out, arching his body further, “I need more, alpha!”
With one last lick to the omega’s pussy, Kiyoomi pulled away, chin glistening with slick and the taste of peaches on his tongue. “Such a demanding thing aren’t you, mihi persici?”
Atsumu’s face flushed at the nickname, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he trembled beneath Kiyoomi’s touch. His mind was hazy with desire, but somewhere amidst the fog of lust, he couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through him every time Kiyoomi’s words dripped with that Roman authority, reminding him of the power between them. The thrill of being claimed, wanted, desired.
Kiyoomi’s hands slid over Atsumu’s hips, possessive yet gentle, as he settled himself behind him. "You’re always so perfect for me," Kiyoomi murmured, his fingers caressing the soft skin of his omega’s inner thighs. He leaned down, kissing Atsumu’s back and shoulders with reverence before positioning himself, the tip of his cock nudging at Atsumu’s entrance. "So perfect, so mine."
Atsumu moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation as he pressed back against Kiyoomi. "Then fuck me," he whispered, breathless and pleading. "Show me that I’m yours."
Kiyoomi’s grip tightened on Atsumu’s hips as he slowly pushed into him, inch by inch, savoring every second. Atsumu gasped, his head dropping forward as the fullness of Kiyoomi’s cock stretched him, pleasure rippling through his body. Kiyoomi let out a low groan, his jaw clenched as he fully seated himself inside Atsumu, his body trembling with restraint.
"Deos, you feel incredible," Kiyoomi muttered, his voice hoarse as he held himself still for a moment, allowing Atsumu to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. "I could stay inside you forever."
Atsumu’s fingers curled into the grass, his eyes fluttering shut as he breathed out shakily, "Then don’t stop... don’t ever stop."
An inhuman snarl tore from the alpha’s lips, his body surging forward as he began to move, slowly at first, but with each thrust, the pace quickened. Their moans mingled with the sound of rustling leaves and distant birds, the world around them fading into nothingness as they lost themselves in each other. Every thrust drove Atsumu closer to the edge, his body responding eagerly to the way Kiyoomi claimed him with such ferocity.
"Do you feel that, Atsumu?" Kiyoomi growled as he buried himself deeper, his breath coming in ragged pants. "You’re mine. You’ll always be mine."
Atsumu whimpered, his hands gripping onto the ground as his body rocked beneath him. "Yes," he gasped, "I’m yours, Kiyoomi. Semper tibi!."
The fire between them burned hotter as Kiyoomi leaned over him, body completely encasing the omega, capturing Atsumu’s lips in a searing kiss that left them both breathless. The lust and need that had simmered for months now consumed them, leaving no room for anything else. No doubts, no fears—just them and the undeniable desire that had drawn them together.
As they reached their peak together, Kiyoomi’s lips grazed Atsumu’s ear, his voice a husky whisper. "You’ve ruined me, Atsumu," he confessed. "I can’t imagine a life without you."
Atsumu smiled through his ragged breaths, leaning back further into the alpha. "Good," he whispered, "because I’m not going anywhere."
They collapsed into each other’s arms, their bodies spent and their hearts full. The magnolia blossom that had once rested behind Atsumu’s ear lay discarded in the grass beside them, a reminder of how far they had come—and how deeply they had fallen for one another.
Present
Atsumu strolled through the palace, trying to clear his mind and absorb the vibrant sights and sounds of Rome. The sun cast a warm glow over the marble corridors, and he hoped that the beauty of his surroundings would help drown out the whispers that plagued him. Shigeru accompanied him, his usual light banter falling flat in the tense atmosphere.
As they rounded a corner, Atsumu caught snippets of conversation drifting from a nearby chamber. He paused, instinctively leaning closer to listen. A group of courtiers was gathered, their voices low but sharp with malice.
“Have you heard? They say Centurion Sakusa has become weak,” one noblewoman sneered. “He’s distracted, caught up with that Greek omega. It’s disgraceful.”
Atsumu’s stomach twisted at the mention of Sakusa, his heart racing as he strained to hear more.
“I thought a Centurion would have more sense than to let himself be compromised,” another voice chimed in, filled with disdain. “What good is he if he’s more concerned about a bastard child than his duties?”
A voice cut through the chatter, unmistakable and venomous, belonging to Mercelo, a Senator that had been after Kiyoomi since he’d begun rising in power. A vile man who was riddled with bitterness after his attempt to climb the military ranks fell flat. “You all should know by now that love only makes a man weak. I’d hate to see our beloved Rome’s military fall into the hands of someone who thinks a slave matters more than our empire. It’s pathetic, really.”
Atsumu’s breath caught in his throat, fury surging through him. How dare he speak of Sakusa like that? Just as he was about to step forward and confront the man, Shigeru's hand fell on his shoulder, grounding him.
“Let’s not get involved,” Shigeru urged quietly, though his eyes reflected his own anger. “They thrive on conflict, Atsumu.”
Atsumu nodded, his heart heavy as he stepped back into the shadows, trying to process the cruelty of the courtiers, of that filius canis, Marcelo. The words echoed in his mind, mixing with the fear he felt for Sakusa. He knew the Senator was powerful and spiteful, he would do everything in his power to undermine Sakusa.
As they continued their walk, Atsumu clenched his fists at his sides, unable to keep from thinking that this was all his fault.
Finally, they reached his chamber, where he stood near the window, gazing out at the bustling city of Rome. The whispers had grown louder, spreading through the palace like poison. His hand rested instinctively on his growing belly, and though he tried to remain calm, fear gnawed at him. It was only a matter of time before the rumors reached Sakusa’s ears.
The door creaked open, and Sakusa stepped inside, his face set in a hard expression. He had been hearing things—the murmurs of betrayal, the insinuations that his relationship with Atsumu had made him weak. He immediately relaxed when he saw his omega, but still he hesitated in coming closer.
Atsumu turned to face him, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You’ve heard, haven’t you?” he asked, quietly. He didn’t need to ask for specifics—he already knew.
Sakusa crossed the room in long strides, his hand finding Atsumu’s arm. “Yes,” he admitted. “But they’re just rumors, amor. They’re meaningless.”
Atsumu shook his head, stepping away from Sakusa’s touch, his brow furrowing. “They’re not meaningless, Kiyoomi. Marcelo is powerful, and he’s jealous of you. He’ll use anything he can to bring you down. If Rome believes that you are not devoted to it….” He trailed off.
Sakusa’s jaw tightened at the mention of the senator. Marcelo had been a thorn in his side for months, constantly seeking to undermine him at every turn. But now, the rumors were growing far more dangerous. They weren’t just questioning Sakusa’s loyalty to Rome—they were painting him as a man compromised by an Omega - a former slave from Greece to further complicate things.
“Let him try,” Sakusa said through gritted teeth. “I’ve fought battles far more dangerous than politics. He can’t touch me.”
Atsumu’s heart clenched at Sakusa’s stubbornness, knowing that this was a different kind of war. “Kiyoomi, this isn’t like the battlefield. You can’t just charge forward and expect to come out unscathed.” His voice wavered as he took a step closer. “And what about us? What about our child? We will be the first one they come after.”
Sakusa’s face set in a hard line as he looked down at Atsumu’s stomach, the reality of the situation becoming much more real. He reached out, his hand gently resting on Atsumu’s belly. “I’ll protect both of you,” he vowed fiercely. “I swear it.”
Atsumu’s eyes shone with unshed tears, but he shook his head. “This may be a fight you can’t win, Kiyoomi. The more they see you with me, the more they’ll think you’ve abandoned your duty. They’ll say you’re distracted, that you’re... weak.”
Sakusa recoiled at the word, his brow furrowing. “I’m not weak,” he growled. “And being with you doesn’t make me any less of a soldier.”
“I know that,” Atsumu said, his voice breaking. “But they don’t care. They’ll use me against you. You’re a Centurion, Kiyoomi. Rome needs you.”
Rome. Duty. The words hung between them like a noose tightening around both their necks. Sakusa had always been a man of duty, a soldier loyal to Rome. But now, with Atsumu standing before him, vulnerable and carrying his child, his sense of duty was torn in two.
Atsumu took a deep breath. “Maybe I should leave,” He spoke quietly. “If I’m not here, Marcelo can’t use me against you. You’ll be free to focus on your career, on Rome.”
Sakusa’s eyes widened in shock, his hand dropping from Atsumu’s belly. “What? No. Atsumu, you can’t be serious.”
“I am,” Atsumu said, stepping back again. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat reminding him of the danger Sakusa was in. “I love you, Kiyoomi. But I won’t be the reason you lose everything. I won’t let them ruin you because of me.”
Sakusa grabbed Atsumu’s wrist, pulling him close. “You’re not leaving. I don’t care what they say, Atsumu. You’re mine. You and our child—nothing is more important than that.”
Atsumu’s eyes filled with tears as he shook his head. “But—”
Their heated conversation was interrupted by the door swinging open, and a figure entered the room with all the authority of an emperor. Oikawa stood there, dressed in regal robes, his eyes sharp and calculating as they darted between Sakusa and Atsumu.
“Good you’re both here. You’ll never believe the rumors that are running through the palace,” Oikawa said, waving a hand lazily. “It seems there’s more going on here than even I realized.”
Sakusa immediately tensed, stepping in front of Atsumu as if to shield him from the emperor’s gaze. “What are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice edged with suspicion.
Oikawa raised an eyebrow, strolling into the room with a casual air, “Calm yourself, Centurion. I’m not here to cause trouble.” He glanced at Atsumu, his smile softening slightly. “In fact, I’m here to help.”
Atsumu blinked, confused. “Help?”
Oikawa’s expression grew more serious. “There are many who would see you and your child as a threat, Atsumu. Especially now that everyone knows who the father is.” His gaze flicked back to Sakusa, a knowing glint in his eyes. “But you’ve always been loyal to me. And I don’t plan on letting Marcelo—or anyone else—use this against you.”
Sakusa narrowed his eyes. “And what do you get out of this, Oikawa?”
The emperor smiled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Oh, Sakusa, don’t be so suspicious. I’ve always valued Atsumu as my advisor, and I’d hate to see him... how do you say... disposed of by political vultures.” He sighed dramatically. “Besides, I have a soft spot for my family.”
Atsumu’s heart skipped a beat, hope flickering in his chest. “You have a plan, don’t you?”
Oikawa’s smile widened. “Of course I do. Iwaizumi and I will make sure no harm comes to you or the child.” He glanced at Sakusa, his smile fading into something more serious. “But be careful, Kiyoomi. The more powerful you become, the more enemies you’ll have. And Marcelo isn’t the only one watching.”
Sakusa gave a stiff nod, his jaw clenched, but he didn’t waver. “I’ll deal with Marcelo,” he said, his voice cold and determined.
Oikawa chuckled softly. “I’m sure you will. Just remember, in Rome, the battlefield isn’t always fought with swords.”
With that, the emperor turned to leave, but not before casting one last glance at Atsumu. “Take care of yourself, Atsumu. And trust me, I’ll get this mess cleaned up.”
As the door closed behind Oikawa, silence settled over the room once again. Sakusa turned to Atsumu, his grip on him tightening, his expression intense.
“You’re not leaving,” he said once again. “No matter what happens, you’re staying by my side.”
Atsumu felt the apprehension in his chest ease, but the fear remained, just beneath the surface. He wanted to believe Sakusa’s words, wanted to trust that they could face whatever came their way.
But Rome was a dangerous place, and love wasn’t always enough to protect them from its intrigue.
Like a constant shadow looming over them, the problem refused to ease. The conflict Sakusa felt towards his duty to the Empire and the growing life inside Atsumu was like a gradually building storm within.
The once fierce warrior, who had never hesitated in the midst of battle, now found himself unsure, torn between the call to return to the frontlines and the primal urge to stay close by his mate and unborn child.
Weeks had passed since Atsumu began to distance himself from Sakusa, the strain between them tangible - like a frayed rope, one yank away from tearing.
In an attempt to shield Sakusa from the scrutiny of the court, Atsumu had begun spending more time alone, retreating into solitude whenever the whispers grew too loud. Their once vibrant conversations had dwindled into silence, and the warmth that once radiated between them felt like a distant memory.
Sakusa paced in their chambers, his mind spinning with the demands of his position as Centurion. Every time he thought about leaving Rome, about continuing another campaign without knowing the fate of Atsumu and their child, an unbearable tightness squeezed his chest.
But staying meant abandoning his duties—sacrificing everything he had built for himself in service to the Empire. Rome had yet to finish all its conquests, he was needed back to war - soon to be father or not.
Atsumu, sitting by the open window, stared at the city below, the sounds of bustling life a stark contrast to the heaviness in his heart. He could feel the tension radiating from Sakusa, but he was determined not to show weakness. His hands rested protectively over his growing stomach, golden eyes distant and clouded with doubt.
He had heard the whispers, felt the stares from those in the palace. Everyone saw his pregnancy as a vulnerability—a weakness that could be used to destroy the reputation of one of the Empire’s greatest soldiers. If he stayed by Sakusa’s side, would he only be the cause of the Alpha's downfall?
“You should leave,” Atsumu said quietly, breaking the silence between. His voice, though soft, carried a finality that hit Sakusa like a punch to the gut.
Sakusa’s steps faltered, and he turned toward him. “What?”
“You should leave,” Atsumu repeated, more firmly this time. “Go back to your duties. It’s what you’re good at.”
The words felt like a knife to his chest, but Sakusa could see the struggle in Atsumu’s eyes—the pain behind the walls he was trying to build between them. Atsumu wasn’t asking because he didn’t want Sakusa near him. He was asking because he was afraid.
“You think this will protect me? Protect us?” Sakusa asked as he moved closer. “Do you think I can just leave you here, like this?” His dark eyes dropped briefly to Atsumu’s stomach, the unmistakable evidence of their child nearly eight months along. Soon, all too soon, they’d be welcoming their child into the world. What did they have to show for it?
Atsumu’s breath hitched at Sakusa’s simmering anger, but he shook his head. “It’s what you’re meant to do, Kiyoomi. You’re a Centurion. The Empire needs you. I’ll be fine here. Oikawa will—”
“Oikawa can’t protect you the way I can,” Sakusa cut him off, his voice trembling with suppressed emotion. He reached out, cupping Atsumu’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. “You and the pup are my family now. My responsibility. Do you really think I’m going to walk away from that? From you? You know it won’t change anything if I do.”
Atsumu’s resolve wavered, but he held firm, looking away as his hands clutched his stomach tighter. “You have to choose. Rome or... this,” he said softly. “You can’t have both.”
The silence that followed was deafening. Sakusa stood there, his hands dropping to his sides. “I don’t know how to do this, Atsumu,” He finally admitted, his voice quiet and raw in a way the omega had never heard before. “I don’t know how to be a father. I don’t know how to be... anything else but a soldier. All I know is war, and duty. But you…” He faltered, his hand instinctively moving toward Atsumu’s belly before pulling back, uncertain. “You and the pup are the only things that make me feel like I have something else to fight for.”
Atsumu’s heart clenched at Sakusa’s words, at the rare vulnerability in the Alpha’s voice. The man who had once courted him so confidently, who had seemed untouchable in his strength and determination, now stood before him unsure, lost in his own conflicting emotions.
“I don’t want to be the reason you lose everything,” Atsumu whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t want to drag you down because of this—because of me.”
“You’re not dragging me down,” Sakusa said firmly, stepping closer again, this time with more resolve. “I’ve already made my choice, Atsumu. I don’t care what Rome says, what Marcelo or anyone else thinks. You will always come first.”
Atsumu’s breath caught, his walls finally crumbling as he looked up at Sakusa. The fear of being left behind, of being seen as a burden, began to fade, replaced by the realization that Sakusa was just as terrified—of failing, of not knowing how to be anything but the warrior he had always been.
“Fine then. I trust you,” Atsumu said quietly, his voice softer, more hesitant. “…I didn’t want you to go, you know that right?”
Sakusa’s expression shifted into something more gentle at the admission, and he reached out again, this time gently placing his hand over Atsumu’s stomach, feeling the faint stir of life beneath his palm - the pup undoubtedly recognizing its sire.
“I know, carissime,” Sakusa replied firmly. “I was never planning on leaving you either way.”
For the first time in weeks, Atsumu allowed himself to lean into Sakusa’s touch, resting his forehead against the Alpha’s chest.
The strife that had hung between them for so long began to ebb away like dark clouds parting, making way for sunlight to return.
Two Years Prior
The sun was setting over Sakusa’s estate, casting a warm glow over the lush gardens where he and Atsumu lay together. The sweet scent of magnolias filled the air, mingling with the smell of sun-warmed grass. They were wrapped in silken sheets, their bodies bare beneath the soft fabric, their shared kisses slow and languid. Time had ceased to matter when they were together—just the two of them, hidden away from the eyes of the world.
Atsumu traced a finger lazily down Sakusa’s chest, a quiet smile on his lips. He felt at peace here, wrapped in Kiyoomi’s arms, his mind far from the worries of court life. Sakusa had a rare way of making him feel safe, as though nothing in the world could touch them in these private moments.
After a comfortable silence, Sakusa turned his head slightly, his brow furrowed in thought. “How was it that you ended up becoming the Emperor’s personal servant?” he asked, curiosity glinting in his eyes.
Atsumu hesitated, the warmth of their moment shifting slightly as he recalled his past. “I was brought to Rome from Greece as a slave,” he began. “When my owners realized how strong I was, they put me into the barracks as a gladiator.” His gaze drifted, memories tinged with pain and longing. “I fought for my life, day after day, until Oikawa took notice of me and offered me a chance at something better.”
Sakusa frowned, his heart aching for Atsumu. “Do you miss Greece?”
“Sometimes,” Atsumu admitted, softly. “But what I miss most is my brother - my twin. We were separated after being sold off. I hardly remember him, but it feels like something is always missing.”
Sakusa hummed in thought. “It's obvious you weren’t born here and I’ve always wondered about your family and why Oikawa was so relentlessly protective of you,” he said gently. “If you want, I can help you find your brother.”
Atsumu’s heart skipped at the offer, but uncertainty crept in. “It’s been so long,” he replied, his brow furrowing. “What if things aren’t the same? What if he doesn’t even remember me?”
Sakusa shook his head, determination etched on his face. “You deserve to know your real family. And I’ll be there with you, whatever you decide.”
The peaceful moment they had shared felt delicate, overshadowed by the remnants of Atsumu’s past. But that peace was completely shattered when a messenger appeared, stepping hesitantly into the garden. The man's presence alone sent a ripple of tension through the air. Sakusa’s body immediately stiffened, his dark eyes narrowing as he sat up, pulling the sheet around him. Atsumu followed suit, his frown on his face as a sinking feeling settled in his gut.
The messenger bowed deeply before handing over a sealed letter. “A message from the palace, Centurion.”
Sakusa nodded, taking the scroll. Atsumu watched him silently, his heart pounding in his chest.
The alpha’s expression remained stoic as he read the scribe, but Atsumu could see the tension building in his jaw, the way his fingers tightened around the parchment. When he finally finished, he stood, handing the letter back to the messenger with a curt nod.
“Thank you. You’re dismissed.”
The messenger left without a word, and as soon as they were alone again, Atsumu sat up straighter, the worry that had been building in his chest now threatening to spill over. He could see it in Sakusa’s eyes—something had changed.
“Kiyoomi?” Atsumu asked softly, his voice tight with anxiety. “What’s going on?”
Sakusa turned to him, his face unreadable, but there was something distant in his gaze, something that made Atsumu’s stomach twist with dread.
“I’ve been called to Ctesiphon,” Sakusa said evenly, devoid of emotion. “Rome is set to conquer the region. I leave tomorrow.”
The words hit Atsumu like a blow. Tomorrow. It was so soon—too soon. His heart raced as a flood of questions rushed through his mind. What would happen to them now? How long would Sakusa be gone? Would he return at all?
“How...” Atsumu choked over his words. “How long will you be gone? Will I... see you again?”
Sakusa’s gaze softened at Atsumu’s question, but his expression remained guarded. He stepped closer, crouching down to take Atsumu’s hand in his. The touch was gentle, grounding, and the fear that threatened to consume the omega faded slightly.
“I’ll return,” Sakusa vowed, vehemently. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll come back to you.”
Atsumu’s heart ached, torn between the hope that Sakusa’s words brought and the fear that this war would take him away for longer than either of them could bear. He nodded, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “You better keep that promise, Kiyoomi,” he said, trying to smile, though the wobble in his voice betrayed him.
Sakusa’s lips quirked slightly, a rare, fleeting smile. “I will. I promise.”
With that, the next day came swiftly, and Sakusa was gone, off to fight in Rome’s relentless campaign to conquer Ctesiphon. The days turned into weeks, the weeks into months. Atsumu counted each one, waiting for any word from the battlefield, waiting for the man who had slowly become his whole world.
A year and a half passed before Kiyoomi’s promise was fulfilled.
Present
Emperor Oikawa, always a master of manipulation and theatrics, decided to take matters into his own hands to protect his most loyal Centurion and his beloved servant.
It was a public celebration like no other, grander than anything Rome had seen in years. The Forum was adorned with garlands and banners, the scent of incense heavy in the air. Citizens and nobles alike gathered, eager to witness the festivities that marked Sakusa’s return and military victory.
Oikawa, ever the charismatic leader, had ensured that this event would be the talk of Rome for years to come, but the true purpose of the celebration went beyond just honoring Sakusa’s achievements on the battlefield.
Standing on a raised platform, the emperor’s voice rang out, commanding the attention of the vast crowd. Beside him, Sakusa stood tall and imposing in his military armor, though his gaze occasionally flickered toward Atsumu, who stood among the other members of the imperial household, his golden collar long gone now that he was a freedman. The nerves were visible in Atsumu’s posture as he adjusted his robes to hide his barely concealed stomach further.
“People of Rome!” Oikawa began, his voice amplified by the acoustics of the Forum. “Today, we celebrate not only a military triumph but the triumph of loyalty, honor, and duty to the empire. Centurion Sakusa Kiyoomi has returned to us victorious, a hero of Rome!”
The crowd erupted into cheers, but Sakusa remained stoic, his eyes searching for Atsumu in the crowd again, finding him and holding his gaze for just a moment.
Oikawa continued, his smile wide but calculated. “Yet, his victories are not limited to the battlefield. Centurion Sakusa has also proven himself a loyal protector of the imperial household. His service, devotion, and unwavering strength have made him more than a soldier. Today, we honor him not just as a military hero, but as a member of the imperial family.”
A murmur rippled through the crowd, and Atsumu stiffened, his heart pounding in his chest. Oikawa’s words were deliberate, designed to cement Sakusa’s status. There was no turning back now. The emperor had tied Sakusa’s fate to the imperial household publicly, making it impossible for their relationship to be seen as anything less than a sanctioned union.
The air grew heavy with anticipation as Oikawa’s eyes swept over the gathered elites, his smile daring anyone to challenge his declaration.
“And so,” Oikawa continued, “I have personally ordered the Centurion’s return to Rome, not just to recognize his military prowess, but to acknowledge the bond that ties him to this great city. His duty now extends beyond the battlefield—to the imperial household itself.”
The implication was clear, and the crowd’s reaction was immediate. Whispers turned to applause, though not everyone was pleased. Atsumu could feel the weight of hundreds of eyes on him, as though they all now understood that his relationship with Sakusa was more than a secret affair—it was now a matter of imperial interest.
However, not all eyes were friendly. Atsumu’s stomach dropped as he noticed Marcelo, standing toward the edge of the crowd, his expression dark and calculating. It was open knowledge that the man had been plotting against Sakusa for months, his envy surging now that the Centurion has gained more favor from the Emperor. Atsumu’s instincts screamed that something was wrong, but before he could act on it, chaos erupted.
A sharp, piercing whistle cut through the celebration, followed by the thud of an arrow embedding itself in the stage just inches from Sakusa’s feet.
The crowd gasped in shock as a masked figure leaped from the shadows, blade in hand, charging toward the Centurion. The world seemed to slow in that moment as Sakusa’s senses took over. With a fluid motion, he grabbed his gladius from his side, blocking the assassin’s strike with a ringing clash of steel.
The crowd scattered, screams filling the air as panic took hold. Oikawa was quickly ushered away by his guards, his usually composed expression faltering as the chaos unfolded. Atsumu, however, was frozen, his heart racing as he watched Sakusa fight for his life against the assassin.
However, Sakusa was not alone. From the edge of the stage, Iwaizumi appeared, drawing his own sword and engaging the assailant with brutal precision. Together, they overpowered the attacker, disarming him in moments.
But just as Iwaizumi struck the final blow, more masked figures appeared, emerging from the crowd with weapons drawn. It was clear now—this was no isolated attack. Marcelo’s conspiracy ran deep, and the attempt on Sakusa’s life was only the beginning.
Sakusa turned, his eyes locking onto Atsumu’s from across the chaos. His heart clenched at the sight of his mate, vulnerable and exposed in the midst of danger. His protective instincts surged, and without hesitation, he began to fight his way toward him, cutting down anyone who stood in his path.
Atsumu, clutching his stomach to shield his child, knew that staying in the open would only put them both at greater risk. His mind raced, trying to figure out what to do next with danger seeming to surround them. But before he could act, Sakusa reached him, pulling him into the safety of his embrace.
“Come,” The alpha growled, filled with urgency. “We need to leave this place, now.”
Atsumu nodded, trusting Kiyoomi completely in that moment, his fear momentarily overshadowed by the comfort of being in his Alpha’s arms. As they made their escape from the chaos of the Forum, one thought settled over them— their enemies were willing to do whatever it took to tear them apart.
Eight Months Prior
Sakusa groaned as his hips thrusted forward, burying his cock deep into his omega’s dripping pussy. Atsumu wailed in pleasure, his back pressing into the alpha’s chest as he balanced on his knees with an arm wrapped around Sakusa’s neck to ground himself.
They’d been like this for hours now. Atsumu’s heat had approached faster than either of them expected - the first they would spend together. Sakusa could think back to the day his omega had shyly asked him to heat share with him, not wanting to spend the next week apart.
Sakusa - and by extension, his inner alpha - had been thrilled at the prospect of spending a heat with the omega he’d been claiming.
And oh how lovely it has been.
“Kiyoomi-Omi!” Atsumu cried out at a particularly deep thrust, his voice rising like a hymn, sounding like pure worship to his ears. “Ibi!! Etiam! Etiam!”
How the gods must envy him at this moment.
Sakusa dipped his head into the side of Atsumu’s neck, his tongue sliding underneath the golden collar around his neck, desperately trying to taste the oil that seeped from his scent glands. Peaches and jasmine filled his senses, consuming his entire being.
Soon, the wretched collar would be disposed of.
“Gods, Atsumu.” Sakusa grunted, rolling his hips to push his cock further into the wet heat surrounding it. “You look so beautiful crying on my cock, amica mea.”
“P-please.” Atsumu whined pathetically, “Alpha, faster!”
“I wonder how much prettier you’d look with my mark on your neck?” He asked, in a deep, lustful whisper, “When you’re ready, I’ll claim you and free you from your shackles. You’ll be mine and mine alone. Would you like that, love?”
Sakusa’s words, low and possessive, sent a shudder through Atsumu, his entire body arching as if yearning for that very mark. Sakusa’s hands gripped Atsumu’s hips tighter, pulling him back with each thrust, their bodies moving in perfect rhythm.
“Y-yes,” Atsumu gasped, tears brimming at the corners of his eyes as his slick dripped down his thighs, mixing with the overwhelming heat and the steady push of Sakusa’s cock. “Omi… I-I want it, please. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.” His voice was breathless, desperate, a sweet melody of submission and desire.
Sakusa’s inner alpha roared at the words, at the sight of Atsumu so willing, so ready to submit to him. But he forced himself to hold back, knowing it wasn’t time yet. He pressed his lips to the back of Atsumu’s neck, where the collar still rested like a cruel reminder of his omega’s status in the Empire.
“You’ll have it,” Sakusa promised, his voice rough from the efforts of his movements. The knot at the base of his cock steadily grew large, slapping against his omega’s cunt. “When I mark you, everyone will know you’re mine. And no one—no one—will ever touch you.”
Atsumu’s whimper in response was almost too much. His thighs trembled, his hands grabbing at Sakusa’s forearms as his body quaked with the buildup of pleasure. The alpha’s knot was now pushing at his hole, eager to pop inside and plug the omega full.
The sheer thought of being full of Kiyoomi’s cum was overwhelming. He could feel the tension growing inside him, winding tighter and tighter with every thrust.
“Alpha!” Atsumu cried out again, louder this time, breaking as his release tore through him, his entire body shaking violently as his orgasm hit. Sakusa’s name fell from his lips like a prayer, his scent blooming even more sweetly in the air as his walls clenched around the alpha’s cock.
The tight, wet heat squeezing him was enough to tip Sakusa over the edge. With a low growl, he thrusted harshly one last time, his knot expanding and plugging the omega, cum pouring into Atsumu as he held him close, their bodies intertwined in the bliss of their shared pleasure.
For a long moment, neither of them moved. Atsumu, still trembling in Sakusa’s arms, nuzzled against his mate’s chest, his breath shallow and soft.
Sakusa remained still, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he held Atsumu close. His knot was fully locked inside, pulsing with every beat of his heart, ensuring his seed stayed deep within his omega. Atsumu’s body was warm, pliant, and thoroughly spent, and Sakusa could feel the aftershocks of his orgasm still rippling through him.
Atsumu whimpered softly, nuzzling closer, his scent of peaches and jasmine enveloping them both in a soothing cloud. “Omi…” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. His hands reached behind him, brushing Sakusa’s sweat-dampened hair from his face, tracing his cheek with a tenderness that made Sakusa’s heart swell.
“Tuus Sum,” Atsumu murmured, humming with satisfaction. “I’ll always be yours.”
Sakusa’s chest tightened at the words. His omega, so vulnerable, so strong in his submission, was willingly giving him everything. He kissed the back of Atsumu’s neck again, breathing in the scent of his lover.
“You’re perfect,” Sakusa whispered into his skin, his arms wrapping tighter around Atsumu. “Everything I’ve ever wanted. And when the time is right, I’ll give you that mark, Atsumu. I swear it.”
Atsumu’s lips curved into a soft smile, his body pressing further into Sakusa’s as if seeking out every bit of warmth and comfort the alpha could give him.
The omega closed his eyes, allowing himself to be cradled in the safety of Sakusa’s embrace. The heat that had once consumed him had waned into a soft burning but they both knew it would return full force - for now, they were content to stay in this moment.
The air inside Sakusa’s estate was filled with the sound of laughter and the sharp clash of wooden swords. In the private gardens, Atsumu and Sakusa circled each other, their muscles taut as they sparred under the afternoon sun. They had spent the past few days locked away together, Atsumu’s heat having passed only a short time ago. Their time had been filled with passion, tangled sheets, and whispered promises. But today, they had returned to their usual routine, trading affection for mock combat.
Atsumu smirked as he spun his sword in hand, eyes glinting with mischief. “Hope you don’t plan on going easy on me today, Kiyoomi. I’m sharper than I look.”
Sakusa raised an eyebrow, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “I’ve never gone easy on you, Atsumu. You’d be insufferable if I did.”
With a playful huff, Atsumu lunged forward, his wooden sword slicing through the air as Sakusa easily deflected it. They moved in sync, exchanging strikes and dodges, reading each other as if they’ve been together far longer than they have. For Sakusa, moments like these felt precious, allowing him to see the Omega’s strength, not just as his lover but as someone capable of standing their ground.
The playful banter carried on as they fought, their breathing quickening with each strike. Atsumu’s laughter filled the air as he ducked under one of Sakusa’s swings, tapping the Alpha lightly on the side in victory.
"Gotcha!" Atsumu beamed, triumphant.
Sakusa narrowed his eyes, though amusement glimmered in them. “You’re getting cocky, carissime.”
“I’m always cocky,” Atsumu shot back with a wink.
Before Sakusa could retort, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted their sparring. Both men turned toward the source of the noise, finding a palace messenger approaching swiftly, his face pale and urgent. The messenger bowed deeply before speaking, breathless from his rush.
“Centurion Sakusa,” the messenger addressed, holding out a sealed scroll. “A summons from the Imperial Legate.”
Sakusa’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant. His posture stiffened, the relaxed air from moments ago replaced with tense formality. He stepped forward, taking the scroll from the messenger’s hands, his eyes scanning the Legate’s wax seal with a mixture of familiarity and dread. Atsumu remained still, the playful mood that had filled the garden disappearing as worry surged through him.
The messenger bowed again and quickly left, leaving them alone in the garden once more. Sakusa broke the seal, unrolling the parchment as his eyes scanned its contents. As he read, his expression grew more rigid, the lines of his face hardening with tension.
Atsumu, unable to bear the silence, stepped closer. “What does it say, Kiyoomi?”
Sakusa’s eyes darkened as he read through the scroll. He paused before handing it to Atsumu, his jaw set tight.
"It’s from Imperial Legate Ushijima," Sakusa said, his voice low and clipped. "I’ve been summoned to Cathradge."
Atsumu’s brow furrowed as he took the scroll, scanning the words quickly. "Cathradge?" he repeated, the name alone sending a chill down his spine. The distant and volatile province on the Empire’s border was notorious for uprisings and military unrest. It was a place where only the fiercest of warriors were sent—and few returned without scars, both physical and emotional.
"It’s a direct order from Ushijima," Sakusa continued, crossing his arms over his chest. "He’s calling me to oversee the Empire's forces there. The situation must be worse than expected if they’re summoning me now."
Atsumu lowered the scroll, his heart pounding. He knew what this meant. This wasn’t just another campaign or a short deployment. Cathradge was dangerous, and this mission would likely pull Sakusa away for months—perhaps even longer. He had known this day would come—Sakusa’s duties as a Centurion meant that he was constantly called to war. But the suddenness of it always left Atsumu feeling like the ground had been pulled from beneath him. The thought of Sakusa going off to war again, especially now that things between them had finally settled, filled him with unease.
Atsumu swallowed hard, trying to steady himself. "How long do you have before you have to leave?"
"Three days," Sakusa answered, his gaze distant. "Enough time to prepare, but not much else."
“When do you think you’ll return?” Atsumu asked, his voice quieter now, his scent tinged with sadness.
Expression easing slightly, Sakusa stepped toward Atsumu, his fingers brushing lightly against his cheek. “I don’t know. It could be months, maybe longer.” He hesitated before adding, “But I will come back, amica mea. I always come back.”
Atsumu tried to hold back the surge of emotions building within him, but the thought of losing Sakusa to the war once again gnawed at him. Last time, it had been over a year before Sakusa had returned, and during that time, Atsumu had been haunted by the possibility that he might never see him again. That fear gripped him now, even as Sakusa stood before him, promising his return.
“And what if you don’t?” Atsumu questioned. His amber eyes met Sakusa’s, filled with worry. “What if this time you don’t come back?”
Sakusa frowned, his fingers tightening around Atsumu’s hand. “Don’t let your mind be riddled with such thoughts,” he said softly, though there was an edge of steel in his voice. “I will come back. I swear it.”
The conviction in Sakusa’s words made Atsumu’s heart clench. He wanted to believe him—wanted to hold on to the promise that this wasn’t the end for them, that there would be more days spent together in the garden, more nights wrapped in each other’s arms. But the uncertainty of war was always there, lurking like a demon behind every promise.
Sakusa leaned forward, pressing his forehead against Atsumu’s. “I’ll write to you as much as I can,” he murmured, his breath warm against Atsumu’s skin. “And when it’s over, I’ll come back to you. I always do.”
Atsumu closed his eyes, leaning into the comfort of Sakusa’s touch. For a moment, they stood there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, the weight of the impending departure heavy between them.
“I love you,” Atsumu whispered, unable to keep himself from saying those words.
“I love you too,” Sakusa replied, reverently as if he’d been waiting for his lover to admit his devotion.
Their lips met in a soft, lingering kiss, both of them desperate to hold on to the time they had left. Three days and Sakusa would be gone, leaving Atsumu behind in Rome.
Present
Desperate to remove his omega from the confines of the palace walls where danger lurked around every corner - Sakusa returned Atsumu to his estate, while The Praetorian Guard led the charge in containing the attack that occurred mere hours later.
Iwaizumi had sent notice an hour earlier, Marcelo had disappeared with his assailants. A search was underway but the consort advised them to stay within the confines of the estate.
Since receiving the message, the alpha was filled with unease as he held his mate close in their private quarters, his hand resting protectively on Atsumu’s swollen belly - evidence that they had both made it out of the incident safely. The soft glow of candlelight illuminated their room, casting flickering shadows on the walls as they sat in the quiet moments before dawn.
Kiyoomi's heart was still pounding from the chaos of the night as he sat on the edge of the bed. Everything—the attack, the conspiracy, the danger—repeated in his mind over and over, a sullen reminder of all he could have lost on that day. He looked down at Atsumu, his sharp gaze easing as he took in his Omega's face.
“Are you okay?” Sakusa’s voice, usually steady, cracked slightly with worry..
Atsumu, ever resilient, gave him a small smile, his hand covering Kiyoomi’s. “We’re fine, Kiyoomi. The baby and I... we're safe.” His voice was calm, though Kiyoomi could sense the lingering fear beneath it. “Thanks to you.”
Kiyoomi exhaled, the tension in his shoulders slowly easing, though his mind was still racing. He tightened his grip on Atsumu, pressing his forehead against his Omega’s, breathing in the familiar scent of home - peaches and jasmine. “I was so afraid,” he whispered. “When I saw them coming and you were there, they could have...”
Atsumu placed his hands on Kiyoomi’s face, tilting his head up to meet his gaze. “You saved us,” Atsumu reassured him. “You always do. You always will.” He leaned in, capturing Kiyoomi’s lips in a tender kiss, a promise of their shared strength in the face of danger.
For a moment, the world outside didn’t exist. There was only the warmth between them, the reassurance that, no matter what happened, they had each other. When they finally parted, Kiyoomi’s heart felt just a bit lighter.
But reality crept back in. The conspiracies, the Senate, Marcelo, and the looming threat of Carthage. Kiyoomi frowned, his mind returning to the letter he had received earlier that day.
He sighed and rested his head against Atsumu’s once again. “Ushijima sent word,” he said, his tone more serious now. “He’s given me an update on Cathradge… things have changed. The region has been conquered but there’s been an outbreak in rebellion. They want me back despite Oikawa’s orders.”
Atsumu’s eyes flickered with understanding and concern. “Perhaps it would be best,” he said softly, his voice careful. “If you return to war, maybe it’ll settle the Senate. Settle those who want to see you fall.”
Kiyoomi’s response was immediate, his grip tightening. “No,” he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. “Not after what happened today. You could give birth at any time, I won’t leave you when you’ll be most vulnerable.” His eyes burned with an intensity that left no room for argument. “No one—Senator, Emperor, not even the gods—can force me to leave you. I will not lose you.”
Atsumu’s heart skipped a beat, a mixture of relief and disbelief flooding his senses. “But—your career, Kiyoomi. Your honor,” He protested softly, though part of him desperately wanted Sakusa to stay. “What if they come for us?”
Sakusa cupped Atsumu’s cheek with his hand, his touch firm yet tender. “Let them come. I’ve proved that they cannot overcome me so easily.” His voice grew more resolute. “Rome has taken enough from me. I’ve given it years of my life, my blood, my loyalty. Now, it’s time for me to give something to us—to our family.”
Atsumu blinked, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He leaned into Sakusa’s touch, feeling the warmth and strength in it. “Kiyoomi... you realize what you’re doing, right? What you will lose?”
Sakusa chuckled lightly as he pressed his forehead against Atsumu’s. “I’ve fought in countless battles, faced death more times than I can count. But this—” he placed a hand gently on Atsumu’s belly, “—this is the only thing I’ve ever truly been afraid of losing. You’re my mate, my family. And if that means turning my back on the battlefield to keep you safe, I will.”
“Do ya really mean that?” Atsumu whispered, his voice trembling.
Sakusa nodded, his gaze unwavering. “I do.”
Without another word, Sakusa leaned in, capturing Atsumu’s lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. It was a kiss filled with every unspoken emotion—the love, the fear, the promises they had made and the ones yet to come. As their lips parted, Sakusa’s eyes darkened with an intensity that made Atsumu shiver.
“I’m going to mark you,” Sakusa murmured against his skin, his voice rough with desire. “No more hiding. No more secrets. You’re mine, Atsumu, and I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.”
Atsumu’s breath hitched, a surge of warmth coursing through him as he nodded in silent agreement. He felt the familiar pull of their bond, the way Sakusa’s presence seemed to consume him in the best possible way. “I’m yours,” he whispered back.
Sakusa pulled Atsumu into another kiss by the nape of his neck, teeth and tongue dominating the omega who whined and mewled against his lips. They move quickly, almost desperately, falling back onto the bed. Their clothing was discarded carelessly, falling down onto the marble floor in heaps.
Carefully, Sakusa laid Atsumu back into the pillows, making sure his back was supported. Being so far along in his pregnancy meant that he had to be careful with how he handled his mate. Atsumu hummed happily as he was maneuvered to lay on his side, a pillow supporting his protruding stomach. Leaning over to kiss his neck sweetly, Sakusa settled behind him and lifted the other’s leg to give himself more access to his pussy, already so wet and ready for him.
“My beautiful mate, look how wet you are for me. Does the thought of me marking you spur you on so?” Sakusa whispered hotly against his neck as his fingers skimmed over his cunt, teasing along his folds.
Atsumu's breath shuddered at Sakusa’s words, his body responding instantly to the alpha's touch. His hips instinctively pressed back into Sakusa, seeking more friction, more of the pleasure only he could give him.
“K-Kiyoomi...” Atsumu gasped, his voice trembling as Sakusa's fingers continued their teasing strokes, making him ache with need. “Please...”
Sakusa’s hand stilled for a moment, his breath hot against Atsumu’s ear. “Tell me what you want, Atsumu,” he growled softly, his voice thick with desire. “I need to hear it from you.”
Atsumu whimpered, the sensation of Sakusa’s warm body pressed against his back driving him wild. He could feel the hardness of Sakusa’s cock pressing insistently against him, and it only heightened his desperate need.
“I want you,” Atsumu whispered, his voice breathless, pleading. “I want you to mark me... to claim me.”
Sakusa groaned at his omega’s words, his self-control slipping as he shifted to rub his cock at Atsumu’s entrance teasingly. Instead of succumbing to his desires, his fingers slid inside first, testing, stretching, ensuring that the other was ready for him. Atsumu responded eagerly, his slick coating Sakusa’s hand as he moaned with every movement.
“So perfect,” Sakusa murmured, his voice thick with pride and adoration. “You were made for me.”
Removing his hand from Atsunu’s pussy, bringing a hand up to lick at the slick, groaning as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Caelum. When his omega began to whine petulantly, demanding more, Kiyoomi returned to his senses and spread Atsumu’s lifted leg wider, lining himself up with his hole.
With a slow, deliberate push, Sakusa eased himself inside Atsumu, his cock sliding in smoothly as Atsumu moaned, arching back into him. The heat of Atsumu’s body wrapped around him, and Sakusa’s mind blanked for a moment, consumed by the sensation of being so intimately connected to his mate.
Atsumu clung to the sheets, his breath coming in short gasps as Sakusa filled him completely. The pleasure was overwhelming, an all-consuming fire that burned through him as Sakusa began to move, each thrust deep and purposeful, every stroke hitting that spot inside him that made stars burst behind his eyes.
“Kiyoomi...” Atsumu moaned, his voice breaking with every thrust. “Please, bite me... make me yours.”
Sakusa’s grip tightened around Atsumu’s calf and he leaned down so his teeth grazed Atsumu’s neck where his scent gland pulsed, begging for the final bond. With a low, primal growl, Sakusa bit down, hard enough to draw blood. Atsumu cried out at the sharp sting, but the pain quickly morphed into overwhelming pleasure as their bond solidified, locking into place.
Sakusa licked the wound, sealing his mark with a deep sense of satisfaction. “You’re mine,” he breathed, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared his own release. “Always.”
Atsumu’s body trembled beneath him, his orgasm hitting hard as he felt the bond between them flare to life, stronger than ever before. His walls clenched around Sakusa, milking him for everything he had as he came with a sobbing moan.
Sakusa followed moments later, his release crashing through him as he buried himself deep inside Atsumu, filling him completely. For a moment, they stayed like that—wrapped in each other, their bodies still trembling from the intensity of their union.
As the world slowly came back into focus, Sakusa pressed soft kisses to Atsumu’s neck, murmuring reassurances and whispered promises. Atsumu hummed contentedly, his heart still racing as he basked in the warmth of their bond.
“I’m yours,” Atsumu whispered, his voice soft and full of love. “Forever.”
The next day, once others caught sight of the matching marks on their necks, the news sent shockwaves through the political circles of Rome. Emperor Oikawa wasted no time in capitalizing on it. During a meeting within the Forum, Oikawa publicly declared his full support for Sakusa and Atsumu, officially acknowledging them as a pair.
He once again praised Sakusa not only as a warrior but as a protector of the imperial household, subtly tying his status to Atsumu’s safety in a way that made it clear: to attack Atsumu was to attack the Empire itself.
The event, however, was not without peril.
As Oikawa’s words echoed through the grand hall, murmurs rippled among the senators, noble families, and military leaders in attendance. Some watched with thinly veiled discontent. The notion of an alpha of Sakusa's stature even temporarily abandoning the battlefield for an omega—especially one as politically vulnerable as Atsumu—was unprecedented.
It threatened to upset long-standing traditions and alliances within Rome's political hierarchy.
Among the crowd, certain factions exchanged cold glances, already plotting behind their polished masks of feigned support. Iwaizumi, Oikawa’s personal guard and consort, noticed the subtle shift in atmosphere.
He approached Oikawa’s side discreetly, whispering a warning. “Dominus meus, this is a dangerous move. Some of the senators are less than pleased with this public show of support.”
Oikawa smiled that sharp, knowing smile of his, the one that had won him the throne in the first place. “Let them be displeased, amica mea. They can plot all they want, but they won’t touch Sakusa or his mate without risking open rebellion.”
As the applause echoed through the grand hall, unbeknownst to them all, Marcelo, slithered through the crowd, appearing much more crazed that the last time he was spotted, his gaze locked onto Atsumu.
Hidden in the folds of his robes was a dagger, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light. His hatred for Sakusa had long festered, and tonight, Marcelo planned to extinguish the threat—starting with Atsumu and the unborn child.
Atsumu, unaware of the imminent danger, stood slightly apart from Sakusa, watching the Emperor’s speech. His hand rested on his stomach, a faint smile on his lips as the crowd celebrated his alpha. But suddenly, a sharp pain erupted against his back, the cold touch of steel pressed to his abdomen.
“Move, and I’ll kill you and your precious child,” Marcelo hissed into Atsumu’s ear, his voice a venomous whisper. The knife dug into Atsumu’s side, poised to strike. “Your very existence threatens the Empire. You don’t deserve to stand beside him.”
Atsumu’s heart pounded, fear seizing him for a moment. But then, something deeper stirred—memories of the gladiatorial pit, the survival instincts that had kept him alive before Sakusa had ever come into his life. He could feel the heat of Marcelo’s breath, the blade pressing just enough to draw a thin line of blood. His hand slowly drifted to his side, as if in submission, but his eyes narrowed with cold calculation.
“You think I’m weak,” Atsumu whispered, his voice low but steady. “You think you can end me before anyone notices.”
Marcelo sneered. “You are nothing more than a liability to Sakusa—”
Tired of hearing the same old accusations, Atsumu’s elbow slammed backward into Marcelo’s ribs, knocking the wind out of him. Marcelo gasped, the blade slipping for just a second, but it was all the time Atsumu needed.
With a sharp twist, he grabbed Marcelo’s wrist, spinning away from the blade as it missed his stomach by a hair’s breadth. In one fluid motion, he wrenched Marcelo’s arm downward, forcing the dagger from his grasp and slamming him into the nearest pillar.
Atsumu’s breath was ragged, adrenaline surging through him, but his grip remained ironclad as he forced Marcelo to his knees. “You misjudged me, Senator. I am no mere weak omega just because I am with child,” he growled, his eyes flashing with the fierce spirit of the fighter he once was.
“Moecha Putida!” Marcelo snarled, trying to break free, but Atsumu’s hold was unrelenting. “I’ll gut you like the bitch you are,” Marcelo spat, struggling against the pressure, but Atsumu pressed harder, pinning him.
The commotion drew the eyes of the crowd, and suddenly, Sakusa was there, his gaze dark with rage as he spotted the knife glinting on the floor near Atsumu’s feet. Blood roared in Sakusa’s ears as he crossed the distance in long, furious strides, his sword already drawn.
“You,” Sakusa’s voice was icy as he glared at Marcelo. “You dared to touch him?”
Marcelo’s eyes widened in panic as Sakusa closed in. “You think you can protect him forever?” he gasped, even as he struggled beneath Atsumu’s grip. “He’s your downfall, Sakusa. The Empire will never accept him, nor that abomination inside him.”
Sakusa’s jaw clenched, his sword flashing dangerously as he pointed it at the man’s throat. “You overestimate your importance, Marcelo. And you underestimate mine.”
Glancing over at his Emperor, who was being shielded by his consort, the Centurion’s gaze sought permission to spill the blood of the traitor who dared to threaten his mate. The nod of consent from Oikawa was all he needed to see.
Without another word, Sakusa plunged the sword into the Senator’s chest with brutal precision.
Marcelo gasped, his body going limp as the blade pierced through, blood spilling from his lips. His eyes, filled with malice, locked onto Atsumu one last time. “You think this will save you?” he rasped, his voice frail but laced with venom. “Sakusa will fall. Rome… devours the weak and you are its next meal.”
With a final, shuddering breath, Marcelo’s eyes glazed over, his body collapsing to the ground in a lifeless heap.
Sakusa stood over the Senator’s corpse, his breathing heavy. The tension in his posture remained even as the danger passed. Slowly, he turned to Atsumu, who still stood in shock, his hand pressed to his side where Marcelo’s blade had drawn blood.
Seeing the blood spurred him into checking on his mate. His footsteps were heavy as he approached, sword slipping from his hand. “Are you hurt?” he asked quietly while searching for any other injuries that could have been inflicted on his mate.
Atsumu shook his head, his breath finally coming back to him. “I’m fine,” he managed, though the adrenaline still coursed through him, his body shaking slightly. “It’s over.”
Sakusa’s hand reached for Atsumu, gently pulling him into his arms, holding him close. “It’s over, amica mea.” Sakusa whispered fiercely, his lips brushing Atsumu’s temple.
The Forum, once filled with celebration, now buzzed with murmurs. Emperor Oikawa, knowing he needed to seek control over his court once more, stepped forward, raising a hand to silence the crowd. “Let this be a warning to any who think they can defy the Empire,” he declared, his voice carrying through the room. “To threaten those who hold my favor is to invite swift retribution.”
A month later, the soft cries of their newborn child filled their home. Sakusa cradled the infant in his arms, his expression uncharacteristically gentle as he gazed down at his son, a miniature version of himself. The baby had dark hair that curled softly at the edges, much like Sakusa’s, and his eyes, though still a hazy blue, held the same shape as his father. His tiny fingers grasped instinctively at the air, and his little mouth was often curled in a way that reminded Atsumu of the times his sire would rarely smile.
Atsumu, exhausted but radiant, smiled from where he lay in bed, watching the tender moment between father and child. “Look at him,” he whispered, his voice full of adoration. “He’s perfect, Kiyoomi.”
Sakusa sat beside him, careful not to wake the sleeping baby. “He is,” he agreed softly. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Atsumu’s forehead. “You’re perfect.”
As they sat together, their small family finally complete, Sakusa felt a sense of peace he had never known before. He had spent years fighting for Rome, for honor, for glory.
But now, as he held his son, whose strength and spirit mirrored his own, and looked at the man he loved, he knew that this—his family—was the legacy he truly wanted to build. Memories of his past battles faded, replaced by the promise of a future filled with what he desired most.