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1. Scent
Yoshiki knew how Hikaru smelled.
Better than he knew his own scent in truth, spicy cinnamon and pomelo pith that swirled around his nose whenever the two got too close. It was something quiet that he’d grown accustomed to his entire life. From the moment the two were pups and still smelled of milk and their parent’s love, to middle school where their scents wildly worked themselves out to the dismay of any fully developed alpha or omega.
To say that Yoshiki had ever fixated on it just felt odd in his mouth. He'd never fixated on the way his sheets smelled, in how the air outside his home smelled, Hikaru had simply just been that deeply ingrained in his childhood, into his life.
They'd truly steeped themselves in the phases of their lives as they slowly developed into two capable alphas.
Why would he ever have to take Hikaru’s scent into consideration? He’d known it as well as his own.
That was til Hikaru returned from the mountain.
From the moment that Yoshiki had seen his best friend wrapped up in those hospital sheets he knew that there was something wrong. Aside from the fact that something else had come down from the mountain, it had fundamentally changed Hikaru’s body. Especially, his scent.
It'd taken a few months for Yoshiki to finally put a name to the scent but he'd finally understood it.
Petrichor and the soft shidekobushi flowers that his mother had warned him never to touch as a child.
Hikaru smelled like the morning after a heavy rainstorm that entailed gardening with his mother. Dirt between finger nails, sweat on his forehead, and a sun hat that was too big for him.
That scent tickled Yoshiki’s nose in a way that was much more enticing than it was before. If he wasn't interested in Hikaru’s scent before, he was even more so now.
The thing wearing Hikaru’s skin was walking in front of him, struggling to balance on the concrete divider between the road and dirt path they'd been walking on. His scent was stronger than usual, filling Yoshiki’s head and tugging at something deep and primal at the back of his head.
That soft smell after rain and that sweet green floral scent that simply managed to pull to make his head fuzzy and foggy with the details of the world around them, dissolving into the focal point of his vision, Hikaru.
Hikaru looked back at him and smiled, the sun blaring lovingly around him, giving him a soft warm halo that made Yoshiki’s stomach twist.
“Yoshiki! C'mon we're gonna be late for school!” Hikaru said with a smile with his tooth gaped ever so slightly. Yoshiki studied it. It was different too.
His canines had changed. Yoshiki wasn't a genius but he'd paid enough attention during 6th grade health to understand the differences in dynamics when it came to teeth.
He remembered complaining when the both of their canines truly started coming in. Hikaru would complain about ice pops every chance he got. Yoshiki simply tagged along and enjoyed the cold ease on his sore gums.
“Omegas have unique dental features that help with defense. Their upper canines are smaller and less sharp than an alpha's, while their lower cuspids are more pointed. This makes their bite better suited for protection, not dominance. An omega's bite can do more physical damage than an alpha’s.”
It was sickening how Hikaru now perfectly matched that description, as if his canines had seemingly sunk back into his gums, his cuspids rising and having a more pointed look to them. How did things seemingly change so easily, so suddenly?
It was an entirely different smile. Nothing like the real Hikaru’s. Any fool could see that, yet Yoshiki found himself melting into it as he nodded quietly. His Hikaru bathed in the morning light, looking back at him like he held all the answers. How could he deny him? He picked up the pace as he caught up to Hikaru.
“We'll be fine.”
2. Sensitivity
Dissection day, something that Yoshiki had always been cautiously weary of, while he wasn't fearful of whatever dead animal they might be working with he would be lying if he didn't say he was grateful that Hikaru usually went in hands first with a sheepish curiosity.
Hikaru had been the first student to remove his gloves and go hands first while dissecting and going through owl pellets in middle school.
He picked each bone, feather, and piece of fur up with morbid curiosity as he studied. “Ewww! Yoshiki look, this owl was fat! He ate a bird and mouse!”
Yoshiki was simply happy to sit back and take notes.
However, today was much different. The scent of formaldehyde and other preservation chemicals hung heavy in the air making all the alphas and omegas stand slightly on edge.
Yoshiki and Hikaru stared down at their lab table cold and clinical. A single frog lay, stomach up to the sky ready for his life to assimilate to this small scientific contribution.
It kind of looked like Hikaru when he'd found him on the mountain.
“Jeez! That smells seriously nasty! I can't even get any closer to it!” Hikaru said as he continued pressed a napkin to his nose, muffling his voice as he tried to ignore the pungent smell.
“What's the matter? Usually you're all over this type of thing.” Yoshiki asked as his stepped forward towards the table and putting on a pair of oversized blue gloves. He wasn't sure why he was so easily drawn to take a leading role.
“Just! Smell it! It's awful-” Hikaru said as he held his breath, he felt bile itching its way up his throat. Yoshiki felt something inside of himself stir, Hikaru shouldn't have to be dealing with all of this by himself. Not while he was here.
“Omegas typically have a more sensitive sense of smell and a sharper eye for color. During early human history, these traits helped omegas identify small but important changes in their environment, like spotting ripe or safe foods. Their advanced color vision was useful for survival. Omegas can also detect scents from farther away, especially the scent markers of alphas. This gave them an advantage when avoiding unwanted attention or seeking safety.”
Yoshiki looked up and watched Hikaru, the uncanny response. When they'd dissected worms in middle school the scent hadn't bothered him in the least.
“I can take the lead.” Yoshiki said as he picked up a scalpel. He slowly made the first incision from the middle of the chest down. Don't think about it, it's a clinical practice. Yoshiki picked up a dissection pin, offering it to Hikaru.
Hikaru winced as he looked at the item, shaking his head vigorously. “Please do it for me?” He stepped behind Yoshiki subtly taking in the other’s scent when he dared to breathe.
Yoshiki swallowed thickly. The old Hikaru would have looked at him with that ever present excitement and taken it.
The old Hikaru.
Yoshiki continued as he began taking notes of each organ but he did not focus at all. Everything he's said was autopilot as he continues to watch Hikaru from the corner of his eye.
Since when did the boy stand behind him? Revel in his scent? Find safety in his scent? He brushed off the thought as he coughed trying to ignore the heat that lingered on his cheeks.
Since when did he like that he did?
“Hey! You're taking notes right?”
“.....”
“Hikaru…”
“I'm sorry, it's just so nasty I can't even think!”
Yoshiki settled into that thought, lazily going through the words in his head as he considered it. Hikaru didn't have to think while he was around.
3. Clothes
Yoshiki huffed as he ran the back of his hand over his forehead, wiping away the sweat from under his bangs. He was wearing his navy blue tracksuit and his sweater tied around his waist. Having PE during third period had always been a quiet curse. Too cold to skip sweat pants and yet too hot to live in them comfortably as the class progressed.
He let out a loud huff as he finally reached the end of the track, settling in with the other students around them. He wasn't the fastest in the class but he managed. No, that title belonged to Hikaru. He clocked in today at 6:44, easily beating his peers and Yoshiki's less impressive 8:11.
“Omegas are typically faster than alphas, especially over short distances. This increased speed is thought to be an evolutionary adaptation developed for survival. In early human history, being able to sprint away from danger or avoid unwanted encounters quickly could mean the difference between safety and harm. Unlike alphas, who often rely on strength or endurance, omegas developed bursts of speed that allowed them to hide or escape threats with little warning.
“Omegas usually have a slightly higher core body temperature compared to alphas. This difference supports reproductive function during times of environmental stress. However, it also means that their hands, feet, and other extremities tend to feel colder and may shiver more easily.”
He took a moment as his eyes fell on Hikaru. The ever forgetful boy, shivering as he used his white gym t-shirt as a shield from the morning cold, his navy sweatshirt nowhere to be found. Poor thing, he hated the sight of it.
“How are you shivering?”
“How are you sweating? It's freezing, Yoshiki!” Hikaru said through clattering teeth.
Had the monster masquerading as his Hikaru ever felt the bone chilling breeze of the morning air before? Had it ever experienced it the way humans do?
“Here.” Yoshiki said as he took off the sweater tied around his waist, draping it over Hikaru’s shoulders.
“Really…?! Waaah- Thank you Yoshiki!” The latter said as he quickly zipped the sweater up, past his chin. He eased into the fabric letting the scent of Yoshiki envelope him.
Yoshiki stared. He couldn't help but smile seeing the way the boy slipped into the jacket without hesitation. Like it belonged to him. His primal instincts growled with happiness, feeling satisfied as a good protector.
Hikaru flashed him that toothy grin, wrong in all the right ways as the class finished up with the exercise.
Yoshiki remembered how Hikaru and him used to run alongside each other, matching strides as they both fought to reach the end of the line. At the exact same pace.
The two walked alongside each other in a slough of teens as they entered the old locker room.
When did Hikaru get so fast?
4. Pills
Yoshiki settled against the warm tatami of Hikaru’s floor. The warmth hit him like an ever blazing sun, even in the soft embrace of the shadows.
“Yoshiki! Can you find my notebook! I'm almost done! It's in my drawer!” Hikaru yelled, he was busy in the kitchen fixing the two snacks, water and hopefully something cold in order to fend of the offending heat.
He yelled back an affirmative groan as he stood up and walked over to his host’s drawer. He opened the second drawer but found nothing but old mangas. He worked his way up to the first drawer and opened it, something caught half way through.
Yoshiki scowled as he gave it a hard pull, letting a box tumble out with a corner crushed.
He took a moment as he looked down and realized just what had been caught in the drawer. A small prescription box. He picked it up before the flimsy packaging fell apart, allowing for a small blister pack to fall from it.
Yoshiki's eyes fell on the item, his breath hitching in his throat as he looked at the blister pack on the floor. Empty. He could feel the rhythm of his heart speeding up, racing deep in his chest and pounding so loud he it's all he could hear.
He slowly looked at the box, looking at the familiar sticker label that a pharmacist must have stuck on in a rush, the corners peeling from over use.
RX #: 027372
DOB: 2003/20/03
PATIENT: HIKARU, INDOU
PRESCRIPTION: Ω TSUKISHIMA™ HEAT SUPPRESSANTS
DIRECTIONS: TAKE ONE TABLET ORALLY ONCE A DAY AT THE SAME TIME. DO NOT SKIP DOSES.
He read the words over, once, twice, and then all over again just for good measure. Heat suppressants.
“Heat suppressants are hormonal inhibitors designed to delay or dull the onset of an omega's heat cycle. Taken daily or in controlled bursts, they regulate the body’s natural pheromone output and reduce the intensity of pre-heat symptoms like scent amplification, fatigue, and elevated body temperature. Most omegas start taking them around their projected presentation age, especially in conservative or rural areas, where going into heat publicly can be dangerous or shameful. While not foolproof, suppressants can keep an omega’s cycle at bay for weeks or months, though prolonged use often leads to rebound symptoms once the body builds tolerance.”
Hikaru wasn't an omega. Why would he need heat suppressants? Omegas took suppressants to hide, from alphas, alphas like-
Yoshiki felt sick, his scent twisting into a sour thing as stared down at the evidence on his hands. He felt molars ache as he realized how tightly he'd been clenching his teeth. The taste of copper on his tongue.
What if Hikaru had been displaying omega traits? That didn't mean anything, his Hikaru was an alpha.
But then again, why would he feel the need to take them? Yoshiki was a capable alpha. Yoshiki could take care of Hikaru. Hikaru didn't need heat suppressants because Yoshiki would protect him.
Thoughts swirled around his head as he stared down at the package, heart racing, a growl settling deep in his chest. A concoction of worry, jealousy, denial, and instinct burning up his throat and threatening to spill out. He looked at the old box, checking the date. Five, six, seven, months- when he'd come back from the mountain
Just then, Hikaru pushed open the door with his back. He turned to reveal himself, a tray of water and other snacks. He was wearing the adorable (wrong) smile as he walked in, unbeknowest to the scene unrevealing before him. The glasses were full of ice water, beading with condensation.
“Yoshiki!-” Hikaru he smiled, then stared as his eyes landed on Yoshiki, prescription box in hand, and then, on the blister pack on the floor.
He didn't speak.
“Hikaru…” Yoshiki said, voice hoarse from not speaking. “Is this why… You've been acting so strange?
“Why… Why did you hide it from me?”
Hikaru swallowed thickly as he stared, his scent burning and turning something akin to overripe fruit. His fingers gripped tightly against the tray in his hands. “I was going to tell you.”
Yoshiki let out an exasperated gasp as he stared at the other. “When? When you went into heat? After everything we've been through Hikaru- I've been going nuts, I can't think straight whenever I'm around you anymore.”
Yoshiki held a tight grip on the old prescription box, clenching it as he took a step forward. “You’re my best friend, you're supposed to tell me everything!”
Hikaru looked down at the tray, the two ice pops staring back at him. “I just- I didn't want you to hate me...”
Yoshiki stared at the other trying to collect his words. “Hikaru… I could never hate you.”
‘I hate how you make me feel,’
“I was just so confused.. You just let me be like that.” Yoshiki said as he let out a deep sigh.
“Yoshiki, I'm sorry whenever I wanted to tell you the time wasn't right, it just wouldn't work out! You always looked so happy and I just want to see you happy, Yoshiki.” Hikaru said quietly, eyes still fixed on the floor.
Yoshiki stared and a realization hit him with a heavy weight: Hikaru was baring his nape.
“You're supposed to be an alpha, Hikaru.” Yoshiki whispered, voice crescendowing. “You were supposed to be-”
Hikaru let the tray slip from his fingers, glasses clattering on the floor, water sleeping into the tatami mats. “Hikaru was… But when I took over his body it just changed with me…
“I came back wrong.”
Yoshiki looked up at Hikaru, hands shaking at he listened to his confession. Taking his best friend’s body, parading in it, changing it. How could this monster be so cruel? Why couldn't Yoshiki find it in himself to hate him?
Why couldn't he accept his best friend's death? His own feelings? Yoshiki's scent flared, anxious and scared, giving the air the spicy smell of burning cedar and spices.
“You aren't wrong.”
Hikaru’s scent soured, turning towards something bitter and murky. “Then why do you look at me like that? Like I'm different-”
“Because you are different!”
A silence fell among the two, room quiet except for the quiet hum of Hikaru's fan. The scents thick, both distressed and rising the tensions within the room. Hikaru’s head tilted instinctively, baring his throat and neck. It wasn't an invitation, but surrender. A silent plea. Don’t yell. Don’t leave
Yoshiki should know better than to raise his voice at Hikaru, regret settling deep into his stomach. “I- that doesn't mean that I don't want you-”
He choked on the rest.
Hikaru stepped forward, foot dipping into the puddle on the floor, eyes glossy. “I should have told you. I didn't know how. I just knew that I didn't want you to look at me differently. I just need to have you around me Yoshiki.”
The scents in the room slowly dissipated as Yoshiki made an effort to make himself smell sweeter and softer. A comforting pheromones filling the air around them. Hikaru softened, taking it in a deep breath letting it settle deep in his lungs.
Yoshiki stepped forward as he placed a hand atop Hikaru’s head, scenting him gently. “You should have told me.” His voice was no longer angry or upset. Just exhausted.
Hikaru looked up at him, eyes gleaming with emotion. “I was afraid that if I said it out loud.” He slowly trailed off into a murmur as his eyes settled on their feet. “I wouldn't be your Hikaru anymore.”
It was funny. Neither of them could bring themselves to say the word omega.
5. Offering
Hikaru was wearing a sun hat that shielded his pale skin, shorts that were rolled up, and a white t-shirt. It seemed as if summer would never end, always needlessly pounding down on their rural village. He walked sandals in hand as his feet stepped on the smooth stones on the river bed.
“Yoshiki! C'mon let's find some crabs!” he said with a smile as he tossed aside his sandals and began looking and uncovering rocks.
Yoshiki nodded, the quiet sound of cicadas ringing throughout the background. He wiped his brow, soft sweat dribbling down his head. His bangs didn't really help.
He sat back on a log letting the quiet humming of the river pass through. It almost smelled like Hikaru. The water. His head was fuzzy as he took in the scent, he'd noticed how Hikaru scent was becoming even sweeter, more ripe. He was pulled from the quiet moment as Hikaru groaned.
“This shirt feels so weird. It used to be so comfortable but now it's just itching my neck!” Hikaru groaned as he pulled off the shirt. Yoshiki took a moment and stared. Zeroing in on his pale skin, free of beauty marks. It gleamed in the sun, the shape of his body contouring perfectly. He looked at his arms, lean and slightly tanned from their uniform’s shirts. Yoshiki bit his lip as he stared, Hikaru wasn't always this attractive looking.
The thing pretending to be his friend was in the water, slowly wading through and discovering the local shells, plants, and even crabs for the first time again.
From what he understood the omega had a recollection of his Hikaru's memories but it wasn't the same as experiencing it. Yoshiki felt a pang of guilt deep in his stomach, Hikaru’s scent, demeanor, actions were all different. The only thing that remained of his best friend was his skin.
Hikaru smiled and let out a warm breath as he grabbed ahold of a small green crab. No bigger half of his palm. “Look! It's so creepy looking!” He said with a laugh as he offered the crab to Yoshiki. “That one's a nice size, not too big, not too small.” Yoshiki commented.
“I wanna find a huge one!” He smiled as he let the crab fall back into the cool stream of water.
They stayed like that for a while, Hikaru’s crab hunt coming to a quick end.
They gathered their belongings and got onto their bikes as they began finding their way back home.
“I'm so tired! I feel weird.” Hikaru groaned as he threw his head back dramatically.
“It’s probably just the sun affecting you.” Yoshiki said as he looked at the boy, his pale skin turning a tinge of pink from the harsh rays of light.
“No! That's not it, I feel different different… I feel so exhausted and we've hardly done anything.” Hikaru commented. “And I'm so hungry!”
“You're always hungry.”
“Ehh? No I'm not!” Hikaru said with a pout.
“In the earliest stages of pre-heat, many omegas experience subtle but persistent symptoms often mistaken for simple fatigue: increased drowsiness, difficulty focusing, and an almost insatiable hunger for foods that comfort. The body begins quietly conserving energy and heightening sensitivity to scent, touch, and hormonal cues, though most omegas remain unaware of the shift until more obvious signs emerge. These early changes are instinctual and quiet preparations for what’s to come.”
Eventually they made it to a corner store. Hikaru gleamed at the aisle of sweets as he slowly picked out his favorites.
Yoshiki watched from afar seeing what items he picked up and put down. Hikaru would have picked up a red bean bun but the thing chose a milk custard bun instead. He watched with keen eyes, following as he looked through all of the options. His eyes focused on Hikaru’s neck, specifically his scent glands.
He slowly forced his legs to walk into the drink aisle, picking out the same brand of aloe vera water he always had.
Hikaru looked to the ice chest opening it and carefully choosing what he wanted. Yoshiki shook his head, focusing on finding himself a snack.
Hikaru walked to the counter eagerly placing the items on it for the clerk to count. “700 yen please.”
He pulled out his coin purse, slowly looking through. “I'm 120 yen short!”
Yoshiki stepped beside him, placing down a bottle of aloe vera juice and chocolate mushrooms. He pulled out his wallet, placing a 5,000 yen bill on the money tray. “It’s okay, I got it today.”
Hikaru beamed as the cashier bagged their items. “Really? Thank you Yoshiki!” He smiled as he leaned in close and threw an arm over his shoulder. Something deep inside Hikaru felt satisfied, his throat threatening to vibrate with a purr. He liked when Yoshiki took care of him.
Sweet. Fresh. Enticing. Hikaru’s scent washed over Yoshiki like a warm blanket and he felt a shiver try to fight his way up his spine. He wouldn't let it. He let out a deep breath as he slowly pushed off Hikaru’s arm, heat rising in his cheeks. The latter only pouted.
“It's whatever.” Yoshiki said as he bowed to the clerk and accepted his change. Hikaru simply grabbed an ice pop and began eating it. Yoshiki watched the way that Hikaru licked the side of the paper packaging as the ice cream dribbled down the side. He wondered how that would feel on his-
Yoshiki quickly took a swing of the aloe vera water, trying to clear his mind and he focused on the cold sensation down his throat.
They continued the ride home on their bikes surrounded by the sound of cicadas, finally settling at Hikaru’s home. They both left their bikes abandoned by the side of the traditional Japanese home.
They both began walking up the steps when suddenly they both stopped in the genkan taking off their shoes. After greeting Hikaru's mother they both walked into his room. Hikaru settled as he sat beside Yoshiki. They began talking about homework and movies when Hikaru stopped midway through, roughly massaging his scent glands with a scowl. He had no idea why a certain spot on his neck was so sensitive and receptive.
His shirt itched him, he pulled it off, setting it aside. He whined as he continued trying to massage his neck.
Yoshiki watched the omega, his neck and chest bared. God, why was Hikaru acting like that-
Hikaru’s sweet petrichor and floral scent filled the room around them. Yoshiki felt something warm ignite in his stomach, something that made his canines ache with need.
“Yoshiki?” Hikaru asked, looking up at him with an expression full of genuine confusion. “Does it smell weird to you?”
Yoshiki swallowed thickly as he tried to figure out what to say. God, this Hikaru really didn't know much when it came to scents and how omegas should act around alphas. “I-”
Yoshiki swallowed thickly as he continued to take in the dizzying scent. “It’s… You just smell a little bit sweeter…” He said as he turned his head away. “Stronger.”
Hikaru took a step closer, his shirt abandoned on the floor beside him, revealing his scent glands and collar bones. He slowly turned his head to the side, looking at him curiously. “Do you like it?”
His voice was honest. Curious.
Yoshiki took a moment as he smelled.
The air around them pulsed with desperation. Hikaru’s syrupy floral scent and his own needy cedar scent. Warm. Desperate. They both melded together beautifully, creating a scent that tugged at Yoshiki's stomach.
It terrified Yoshiki to be reacting like this.
He took a step back. “Don't say things like that.”
The warmth in Hikaru’s eyes softened, his red irises flickering with need “Why not?”
“Because-” Yoshiki began. “Because you can't. You don't get it. You can't stand there like that and ask me such an- such a-”
Hikaru took a step forward. “I do get it.” He held Yoshiki's hand to his chest. “I feel it too.”
Yoshiki stared, his cheeks burned as he took in the scene. Hikaru’s scent, the way his skin felt under his touch, the space between them was non-existent.
It was too much, too sweet. Too real.
His voice choked in his head as he felt his instincts rise in his throat. He wanted to touch, he wanted to feel, he wanted to bite-
Yoshiki pulled away as if burned, breathing heavily. “Stop it.” Something inside him cracked. “Don't be disgusting.”
Hikaru froze, eyes falling flatly as stood, hand still outstreted.
“Oh,” he said softly.
His scent turned sour, almost dissipating from the room.
“Please leave, Yoshiki.”
+1 Desperation
In certain bonded or bond-forming alphas, prolonged rejection (self-inflicted or otherwise) from a compatible omega may trigger a delayed hormonal response. This condition is not considered rut, but it may lead to restlessness, scent fixation, aggression dysregulation, and lowered appetite. The reaction tends to occur more strongly when the alpha’s endocrine system has begun syncing to the omega’s pheromone cycle, often without the alpha’s full awareness. While short-term symptoms usually resolve on their own, studies are ongoing regarding the psychological effect on pair-bonded alphas and omegas. For lack of a better term several researchers have described this phenomenon as an ‘Alpha drop.’
Yoshiki didn't sleep much that night, or the night after that. He clung to the sheets, tightly pulling them to his chest as he writhed in his own thoughts. Everything was so confusing.
He felt the sickness rise in his throat as he thought of his not-Hikaru. He wasn't supposed to feel like this because of a boy, Hikaru was supposed to be an alpha which made it easier to deny the other, and on top of it all it wasn't his true best friend.
He tossed and turned as the ugly amalgamation of pressures accumulated in his head. On top of that he couldn't bring himself to face the omega. His omega. It was terrible.
On Monday morning he slowly rose, barely eating when his mother prompted him. To say that he looked like hell was an understatement, his eyes had dark purple bags hanging under them. His hair greasy and flat against his head. His scent was sour and stale, akin to rotting wood.
He rode his bike quietly, the soft buzzing of cicadas humming in his ears. The day was running on autopilot as he finally made it to first class. Slowly students filled into the class, some gossiping and others simply taking their seat.
Asako walked to his desk, hands folded behind her back as she leaned over. “Yoshiki, are feeling alright? You look a little…. Rough.”
Hikaru walked in eyes on the floor as he walked to his desk. For a fleeting moment he watched Asako and Yoshiki talk. He felt a pang of guilt, jealousy, and pain all at once yet he managed to swallow it down as he sat in desk, fiddling with his fingers.
Yoshiki watched before being reminded of the omega in front of him, he scowled shaking his head. His attention elsewhere. “Uh, yeah sorry just. I guess family stuff.”
Asako nodded sadly. “I know what you mean, if you ever need help I'm always right here to help.”
Yoshiki nodded, grateful that she returned to her desk. He continued staring, watching each of Hikaru's movements.
What possessed him to say that? Disgusting? Hikaru was the last thing that Yoshiki would find disgusting. He was perfect.
From his smile, to his body, his pale skin, his demeanor. Everything about him was perfect and yet he let fear and judgement from others swallow him whole and affect his actions.
Hikaru sat, leaning on his hand, palm covering his mouth as he looked forward, too sad. Too exhausted to speak. It seems like Yoshiki and him spent the weekend in a similar state.
Except Hikaru deserved to feel all the pain and disgust he had.
…
The next day is just as routine, save for the fact that it seemed as if the rain never let up even for a moment. Yoshiki was cold even in his sweater. He wondered if Hikaru was cold, if he was shivering.
The school day went by. Painfully silent. Painfully lonely as he stared out at the omega. His scent was still sour yet seemingly sweeter. Yoshiki knew exactly what they meant and the implications twisted thickly in his stomach.
He slowly slipped his shoes on. It was a bad day to wear his fabric ones, he should have reached for his leather clogs- sour rain filled his nose, his head shot up as he looked at Hikaru walk to change his shoes at his locker.
Yoshiki didn't breathe, heart in his throat as he watched the omega put his shoes on, grab his bag, and quickly exit the school to walk home.
“Hikaru.” Yoshiki called out as he quickly slipped his shoes on, throwing his bag over his shoulder ungracefully.
Hikaru turned to look at him and Yoshiki's stomach fell. He looked skinny, his eyes empty of their usual light, his scent muddled with the rain around them.
“You shouldn't walk in the rain. You could get a cold.” Yoshiki said, pulling an umbrella from his bag and offering it to the omega.
He had no right to be doing it. But someone had to. He couldn't let his omega walk like that, he wouldn't.
Hikaru looked at him and then the umbrella, heart in his throat. He silently accepted it and walked away.
Yoshiki stood there, watching Hikaru’s figure slowly disappear into the countryside. The look he wore etched into his memory.
How could he let his omega feel like that?
...
That evening Yoshiki didn't eat. He didn't sleep just laying back in his bed.
All he could see was Hikaru, his thin frame slowly disappearing into that rainy night. The image clung to him, worse than the memory of his voice uttering that awful, terrible, word. Disgusting.
No words had been exchanged. None had to be. The pain and guilt the two of them were in was enough already. And somehow…
Yoshiki still wanted to cling to Hikaru, to feel his skin.
…
By Tuesday night the symptoms of heat had settled deep into Hikaru’s bones. He carefully shook off the water from Yoshiki’s umbrella, setting it beside his door to dry.
That led him to another thing. He felt odd, off, just everything was all much yet not enough. Warm. Too warm. He ignored his mother as he walked into his room and pulled out his futon, throwing it on the floor followed by the spare in his closet.
He missed Yoshiki. Especially the way he smelled.
He worked calculatedly as he grabbed Yoshiki’s jack, throwing it on. He started with a soft plush blanket. This would feel nice on his skin. He followed it with a heavy quilt to give it weight. He whined as he looked at the bed.
He didn't know why it felt wrong, why it looked wrong to him but it irked him on another level. Settling deep beneath his skin, like an itchy tag scratching at the back of his neck.
He fell to his knees as he began working through the sheets, fixing them in order that felt right. He didn't understand why he was doing this but it felt right. He was working purely off of instinct and trust in his intuition.
He finally settled into the nest, slowly laying back and scenting it, rubbing his swollen scent glands against the soft fabrics, comfort washing over him like warm velvet. He brought Yoshiki's sweater to his nose, breathing in deeply and letting the soft faint cedar and musk. Just enough to make a shiver run up his spine. He felt warm. So warm, he quickly worked off the button up shirt he wore, tossing it aside as he faintly whined.
He felt a warmth deep in his core, yet he couldn't explain why. He laid back pulling Yoshiki’s jack over himself as he tried to ease the new sensations wracking through his body. Yoshiki would know what to do, he would know how to help him.
He spent the night tossing and turning the fabrics around him making his voice catch in his throat when they brushed against his nape. He whined as slowly brought his hand down to his mid section, this is where it ached, where he felt like he was dying.
He slowly rocked against nothing, trying to achieve some type of friction. The doctors had told him about this. After he'd “presented,” on the mountain they gave him suppressants and told him that he'd need to have a heat eventually.
The doctors had only blushed and passed him and out of date informational pamphlet about heat cycles that didn't educate him as much as it should have.
Sweat trickled down his bra as he whimpered against nothing. He settled against his sheets, clinging onto them weakly as he whimpered. He closed his eyes tightly as he tried to sleep. However, only one thing came to mind.
His tall alpha, his dark black hair, the beauty marks peppered along his skin. The smell of that warm homey cedar that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He whined loudly as he breathed in Yoshiki’s scent. “Miss…” He whimpered shakily. “Miss Yoshiki, Yoshiki….”
…
Hikaru awoke, the feeling of nothing irritating him as he hyperventilated. A new rush of desire and desperation hit him like a ton of bricks, his eyes completely blown. He slowly crawled out of his nest, finding his bag and pulling out his cell phone.
He wasn't thinking clearly as he unlocked it, pressing his contacts app, and scrolling to find the only name that mattered.
He had no idea what time it was but all he knew was that he needed his alpha.
He pressed his contact and paused for a second.
He lets a breath go as he clicks on the call button, listening intently to each dial tone.
One, two, three-
“Moshi Moshi? Hikaru?” Yoshiki said, his voice was gravel.
“Moshi.” Hikaru said with a whimper. “I need to see you…”
Yoshiki’s heart fell, Hikaru sounded destroyed, gasping for air as he barely managed to utter the words.
“I really,” Yoshiki bit back a moan, letting it die on his tongue. “I need you Yoshiki. Everything feels weird.”
Yoshiki didn't breathe, heart beating loudly in his chest. He simply spoke before hanging up the phone and getting up in a scramble. “I'm coming.”
He’s already wasted enough time.
...
Rain poured down on Yoshiki as he raced through the familiar streets, his house slippers slapping against the pedals of his bike. His coat clung to his, wet and drowned by the harsh weather.
It had barely been a thought as he grabbed it and threw it in before racing to Hikaru’s home. He wasn't thinking, working on pure instinct.
Each pedal cutting through the rain, his thighs aching through the rain. He didn't feel it.
He comes to a harsh stop tossing, skidding his bike against the wet gavel. He didn't bother to pick it up, rushing to the front door to get the spare key under that stupid lucky cat statue.
His hands struggle as he grabs the key, the key falling from his hands, too wet. He took a moment, catching his breath before inserting it into the key hole, opening it and locking it behind him. He needed to stay in control.
He peeled off his layers, the soaked jacket falling to the floor as he kicked off his soaked slippers. He walks quickly as he makes his way to Hikaru’s room, through the living room, to the left, and finally the last door to the right.
He grabbed the handle, guilt and shame hitting him. He shouldn't have come, he should've apologized earlier, yet he couldn't let go.
He took a deep breath as he opened the door.
Yoshiki melts as he enters, scent shaking as he watches the scene before him.
Hikaru was curled into a makeshift nest, shivering and vulnerable. His chest was rising and falling with shallow breaths, as if it hurts to breathe. The curve of his neck glistening with sweat, his scent glands swollen. He was releasing that sweet syrupy scent, full of desire and emotion.
But most importantly, Hikaru weakly clinging to the alpha’s borrowed jacket, pressing it to his nose as if it was the only thing grounding them to the earth.
Yoshiki feels something inside him snap, whatever shame he'd felt replaced completely by instinct and desire. Before he could understand what he'd been doing, he'd halfway to the other, his hands trembling as stands before Hikaru’s nest. “Hikaru, I'm here.”
Hikaru flinched, turning away and pulling the jacket closer to face, ashamed. Yoshiki’s scent turned heavy with possession at the rejection. “I’m sorry for calling you. I just- I'm I don't know why I need you so bad Yoshiki.”
Hikaru slowly turns over, looking up at him with eyes full of desperation, voice a quiver. “Do I disgust you?”
The words drenched him like cold icy water.
Yoshiki opened his mouth to speak, the words failing as his heart cracked in his chest. The outside world crumbled around him as he gave into his desires.
Yoshiki dropped to his knees, reaching for his jacket and pulling it away gently. Hikaru watched his eyes glassy as he simply blinked.
He pulled the omega onto his lap, hands wrapping around his waist as he slowly pressed his nose to Hikaru’s hair, taking in the sweet summer rain scent. He takes his time as he discovers his body, slowly pressing his glands against the omega's, scenting him.
It's awkward, but it's what Yoshiki had seen his parents do and it felt right to him so he continued.
Yoshiki whimpered, curling against his chest as he held onto the alpha's hands, legs, anything that he could get ahold of. “Yoshiki… Yoshiki..”
Yoshiki slowly pressed his mouth against the crook of Hikaru’s neck, lapping at the swollen scent glands. “You don't disgust me”
Another long warm stripe against the irritated glands. “You could never.”
Yoshiki reveals in it, soaking up the feeling of his alpha. Just touching him felt electric,pleasure pulsing through his body, his scent intensifying the emotions. Warm cedar, mixed with soft rain. “Yoshiki, Yoshiki, Yosh-”
Suddenly he was pulled into a kiss, soft and desperate. It's messy, tongues slipping against each other as they try to commit the taste to memory. Yoshiki eventually pulls away, Hikaru’s saliva still glistening on his lips as they both breathe heavily, chests pounding.
“You're perfect.” Yoshiki spoke, voice trembling with possession. “You're so perfect for me.”
Hikaru stares, tears welling up in his eyes. Hikaru’s chest swells with emotion, tears falling down his face as he clings to the other. He has so much to say yet the words have lost him. Yoshiki holds him tightly, kissing away his tears.
“You're so perfect for me omega. Shh, it's okay, don't cry. I'm here now and I'm gonna take care of you.” Yoshiki cooed warmly, a comforting growl deep in his chest. Hikaru whimpers as he accepts the touch.
Slowly the alpha laid him back in the nest, putting a pillow beneath his hips as he leaned over the omega. He's taking it slow as he breathes in Hikaru’s scent. It's changed, but he finds so much comfort in it. “You did so good for me, your nest looks perfect.”
Hikaru looks up at him, keening as he speaks up the praise. “That's what this is?” And Yoshiki’s heart melts.
Slowly he presses kisses against the omega's neck. Licking and lapping at his glands again. “It hurts right here, right?”
Hikaru nodded up and down as he held onto the alpha’s arms, weakly squeezing as he whined. “Yeah,” The word comes out as a stutter. “Don't stop…”
Yoshiki obeys as he continues kissing and lovingly covering him with his scent. “I'm right here. It's okay Hikaru, I'm gonna take care of it.” He says huskily against his skin as he licks a long stripe from the bottom of his neck up. Hikaru’s breath hitches as he lets out a loud moan, whiney and desperate.
Yoshiki can feel his own desire, an erection growing in his shorts as he continues the assault on Hikaru’s neck. He’s dizzy and blind with desire, losing control of his senses as a single word continues repeating itself over and over within his head.
Bite, bite, bite.
He lets himself delve into the sensation as he slowly sings his canines over Hikaru’s scent glands, just enough to break the skin but not fully mark him, the taste of iron covering his tongue.
Hikaru is wrecked, whimpering as he feels himself writhe against Yoshiki. Everything felt warm, fuzzy, and good. He had no idea what the alpha just did but he needed more of it and he needed it now. “Please, please! Keep going, don't stop…!”
Yoshiki's eyes turned black with desire as bit down harder, breaking the skin. Sweet iron bloomed in his mouth, giving him a sense of satisfaction. He pulled his canines out and began lapping at the wound. “You're so perfect Hikaru.”
Yoshiki pulled away, pulling off his shirt.
Hikaru looked up at him, eyes dazed, neck stained with blood. The alpha completely took over, slowly pulling his hips onto his lap and removing his bottoms revealing his briefs soaked with warm sweet slick.
The two were working off of pure inexperienced instinct. The alpha removed Hikaru’s underwear, the scent hitting him head on as stared down at the sight in front of him.
This wasn't the first time that they'd seen each other naked but now it meant something completely different. Hikaru’s cock twitched desperately against his stomach, his hole wet with slick. The omega looked back up with eyes in need as he wanted to feel Yoshiki's touch. “Please… don't make me wait.”
Yoshiki complied easily as he slowly adjusted himself between Hikaru’s thighs, still wet with slick. His cock is aching, the tip swollen with blood as he breathes deeply pressing it against Hikaru’s entrance.
Hikaru throws his head back, clutching the sheets around him as he whimpers at the sensation. Yoshiki breathes deeply as continues pressing into Hikaru slowly, his warm, wet, heat covering his cock making his mind go blank.
Hikaru moans loudly, shamelessly as he feels himself filled. He felt complete, the terrible itch finally scratched. He sat there as he took the rest of his alpha, chest rising as he whimpered loudly.
Yoshiki looks down, hands tightly gripping the omega’s thighs as he breathes out shakily. The sensation was incredible, totally taking him over as he tries to control himself. He looked at Hikaru under him, blushed, shaking, and he realized just how much he needed the boy under him.
Slowly Yoshiki pulled his cock out of Hikaru, causing the omega to whimper loudly. “Don't, don't, don't-”
Yoshiki pushes himself back inside of the omega causing a brand new flash of emotions to filter through his body. Hikaru clung to the bed as tears slowly beaded up in his eyes.
“More,” Hikaru begged, “Please, more.”
Yoshiki leaned down, pressing their chests together as he let go of breath against Hikaru’s ear. “You feel so good.” His lips brushed against Hikaru’s ear, a shiver flowing through him. “I can't- I can't stop Hikaru.”
“Don't.” Hikaru sobbed. “Don't stop, just please don't stop..!”
Yoshiki didn't.
Restraint left his body as he could at a steady pace, deep and slow. Everything around him was hazy, all he could focus on was Hikaru, his scent, his body, his voice.
His hands moved, brushed over his stomach, his thighs, his hips. It was all perfect and he needed to claim it.
Yoshiki could feel a knot swelling at the base of his cock. Panic filled his legs as he slowed, ready to pull out. “Wait, Hikaru, I’m gonna-”
But Hikaru clung to him tighter, legs locking around his waist. “Please,” Hikaru whined. “Don't stop, I need you Yoshiki, all you of you, please-”
Yoshiki let out a broken moan.
H buried his face into Hikaru's neck, letting instincts take over. His thrusts began shorter, more desperate. He grinded down against Hikaru, slowly pressing his knot little by little.
Hikaru whined, his voice hitching, each breath catching in his throat. “Feels so full…! I can feel you so deep…! Yoshiki!”
“Hold on,” Yoshiki whimpered, arms wrapping around Hikaru’s chest as he pressed deeper. “You're doing so good, so good. I just- I need.”
Just like that Yoshiki’s knot popped past Hikaru’s rim.
Hikaru’s entire body jolted.
His thighs quivered as he dug his nails in Yoshiki's back. “Yoshiki, Yoshiki- you, you're-”
Yoshiki let out a growl as he continued thrusting before finally coming. He took in a shaky breath, letting his hips stop as he recovered.
The fullness was unbearable, yet perfect. Their bodies locked together.
Hikaru was trembling, eyes wide and wet as he looked up to Yoshiki. His cock was still twitching deep inside him, knot firmly keeping them in place.
“You're… stuck.” He whispered.
Yoshiki nodded, breath still heavy from the orgasm. “It's the knot, it's supposed to happen. Just, just we gotta wait and it'll go down, I promise.”
Hikaru looked up at him with some vague understanding of what was going on, too full and satisfied to give it much thought. He snuggled against Yoshiki’s skin, soaking up his scent.
Yoshiki looked down at the omega’s soft calm expression. He felt dazed, his humanity returning to him as the weight of the situation fell on him all at once.
“I-” Yoshiki started. “I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- You just smelled so good, I couldn't stop-”
Hikaru looked at him, the soft gentle morning light seeping through the windows. The rain had let up, letting the sun peak through and illuminate Hikaru’s red pupils full of love and mischief. “I wanted it. I wanted you.”
Yoshiki felt his heart melt, falling as he let his weight skin against Hikaru's. The two laid there, snuggling against each other warmly. The nest was full of them, full of their dysfunctional love.
Hikaru purred against Yoshiki, falling asleep curled against his chest.
And Yoshiki held him tighter, knowing that whatever this was, was real and all that he needed.