Archive of Our Own ^beta

The world is an interesting place. There’s no such thing as the norm, yet not everyone is treated with equal respect. People hold onto their concept of ideal with teeth and nails and won’t hesitate in hurting others for it. Senku knows that far too well for his liking. He knows the struggles that come with being on the receiving end of their hate. He also knows exactly where that hate steers from.

For the longest time, omegas were seen as the weakest gender. The housewives, only good for sex and child raising. They’re supposed to bow and accept others commands and orders and do so gracefully. Any omega that refuses it is broken. Of course, the same goes for alphas. They’re the rulers. They should be better and stronger. Ruthless and powerful. A weak alpha is even worse than a broken omega.

Only recently researches showed that dominance and submissiveness are actually a completely unrelated matter. A third gender, completely independent from the other two. They now have a name for them, an explanation for their differences, the proof that they’re not broken. Oh, how wonderful it’d be if that was enough to change people’s mind. Instead, the attacks grew harder, more focused now that the great ‘enemy’ had a name. Fighting back is useless. Letting go and moving on is the easiest way Senku found to survive such oppression.

A sigh escapes his lips. There’s no use in thinking about that now. He has more pressing issues right now. And he, too, knows this.

“Your heat is coming,” Gen practically purrs. He tilts his head to the side, purposefully exposing the mating mark on the curve of his neck. “What will you do now, Senku-chan?”

Senku tsks. Give it to Gen to poke the wound without remorse. “Not like I can do much about it.”

It’s not like Senku resents being born as a dominant omega. He knows his strengths and weaknesses and knows how to work around them. He’s a capable man who built a successful career while shutting down the assholes who dared speak ill of him. Senku doesn’t hide who and what he is. He accepts both of his natures, even if he still struggles with his most primal urges.

As an omega, he wants an alpha who can take care of him and protect him. Senku wants to be held and cherished. And, of course, he also wants someone to sate his heat, to take him in all ways only a lover can and fill him with pups. As a dom, though, he wants the control. He wants to give orders, not follow them. He wants to feel the rush of power and find pleasure in it.

He wants a sub alpha, but those are about as rare as dom omegas. Senku only knows two more dom omegas and one sub alpha—the three of them mated long ago, a relationship Senku both admires and envies. He can’t imagine what it’d be like to have two mates, especially when one of them has the same needs as himself.

Gen smiles. Senku’s eyes narrow at him. Nothing good ever, ever comes when Gen has this look on his face. Curiosity still takes the better of him. “Spit it off, mentalist.”

His friend’s smile widens a little. Gen picks a business card from his pocket and passes it to Senku over the table. The wide side of his hair catches the sunlight when he leans closer. The reflection almost makes he look like an angel. “This one is rather... efficient, if I have to say. Hyou-chan will agree, since this is how we met.”

Senku peeks at the card. He grimaces. “LoveMatch? Had to pick the cheesiest name?”

Gen bursts into laugh. “Don’t worry, it’s not my favorite either. But, hey, I got me an amazing alpha so it has to be something, right?” He leans back against his chair. Gen tucks a strand of hair behind his ear; the movement makes his sleeve slide and show the second bite mark on his wrist. “You know how hard it is to find someone willing to be with a switch, don’t you?”

Senku knows. Switches makes only about 10% of the population. Switch omegas hardly reach one percent of the global population. When submissive, switches are easy to deal with. When they enter their dominant state, they can easily overpower another dom regardless of their secondary gender. The change is often involuntary and random, yet Gen learned how to control the switch. Most of the time he stays in his submissive state, the perfect partner for any alpha. But, just like Senku, Gen can’t hold his urges to dominate forever.

Hyouga just happens to be one of those dom alphas who doesn’t mind being dominated. Senku isn’t sure if it’s a kink of his or if he just agreed to it because it’s Gen. Either way, he’s happy that his friend found happiness.

He takes in a deep breath.

Senku doesn’t need a mate. He can live on his own just fine. He can control it. But does that mean he needs to?

And there’s that old truth he refuses to tell anyone, feelings he can’t and isn’t sure he wants to let go.

He takes the card. “You better be right about this.”

Gen smiles, satisfaction all over his face. “Of course.”

“I’m serious on this one, Gen.” He glares at the other omega.

“So am I.”

LoveMatch.com is as cheesy as the name suggests. Senku’s first impulse is to change the pastel pink theme to dark mode. He doesn’t know if the wine-red color is any better but he’ll have to make do, it seems.

The registration process goes smoothly. The free account only allows him to view others’ profiles and interact in-site. If he wants to take a step further and meet them in person, he’ll need to subscribe to a premium account and only then he’ll need to provide identity, address and other personal info. No photos are allowed in the site either and, from what he sees, hardly anyone goes with his real name. Senku can’t say his displeased with this arrangement. This is just a test, after all. He doesn’t want anyone to know who he is just yet.

Senku frowns at the search bar. A list of option opens as soon as he clicks it, from vague personality traits to pets and favorite music style. And, the most important, the three genders. He knows exactly what he wants—a sub alpha, someone who’ll satisfy all of his urges and desires—but the new options overwhelms him. What kind of person does he like? Does he want someone gentle or energetic? Rock or pop music? Does it even matters when he doesn’t know it’ll work out?

He tsks, checking the boxes that really matter to him. Male, alpha, sub. Senku blinks at one of them. He gives in to the newfound desire. Tall.

His search comes with seven results. Senku reaches for his drink; a sip of wine to calm the soul, as his old man likes to say. He leans closer to his desktop’s screen and reads their profiles with careful attention. He scratches the first two at the first couple of sentences.

It doesn’t matter that this is just a test, the least Senku wants is someone good with kids. He knows from experience that people who have the patience to deal with them are the most understanding. Senku knows he isn’t easy per se. He’s demanding and a brat overall. He’s not one to make concessions easily and, when he does, it’s usually too late.

He pauses at the fourth profile. The Strongest Primate is, by far, the cringiest name Senku saw until now. He wonders what kind of man would use this username. The short profile in the results page does nothing to quell his curiosity. Senku inhales deeply before clicking on the user’s extended profile. All he finds is that The Strongest Primate practices boxing and is a cat person. Oh, and he has a little daughter.

He suspects he should feel disappointed at how little he gets from it. He doesn’t. Instead, he’s filled with curiosity. Senku wants to learn more, unravel this little mystery right in front of him. The feeling makes something inside him churn in excitement, a side of him he struggled to ignore for a long time.

Senku releases a trembling sigh and lets the profile page open before returning to the original search tab. He skims through the remaining users out of compassion. None of them catch his attention the way The Strongest Primate does. He closes the tab and reads over his profile again. The Request Friendship button haunts him for a while. He just needs to click it, yet he can’t get rid of the sudden anxiety filling his core.

What if he’s rejected? It’s one thing to receive a no from someone who knows him and is aware of all the ways Senku lacks as an omega. But this, this is a stranger who knows nothing of him aside from the sparse information he put on his own profile. He’s unsure how much better he’d feel knowing he failed with so little.

And, the scariest option, what if he accepts his request? What is he supposed to do then? Talk? About what? Senku’s horrible with this. He’s sure he’ll make a fool of himself. And then...

Senku bites his lip. He clicks on the button and, before his building anxiety fully reaches him, he closes the notebook altogether. A sigh escapes his lips and he leans back against his chair. Senku massages his temple. He can already feel a headache coming—all of it, because of Gen.

He sighs, downing the rest of his wine in one go. Whatever will happen now, Senku knows he needs to wait.

It’s exciting... and terrifying.

There’s no answer the first day. Or the second. Or the third.

Senku knows it’s no reason to get frustrated. He knows The Strongest Primate has his own life to deal with, a life that goes way beyond the limits of a cheap dating site. And, at least, Senku knows he isn’t being ignored given that the alpha hasn’t been online for weeks now.

Time isn’t fair to everyone and people get busy to survive. Senku experiences this first-hand with his work. Being a research scientist, he can’t stress enough how stressful and time-consuming his work can be close to the end of seasons.

A sigh leaves his lips and he glances at the calendar. There’s only one mark on it, three days from now. Oh. He’s entering pre-heat. This information alone explain pretty much why he’s so on edge lately.

Last year he skipped four heats in order to make ends meet despite the lack of personnel. His body is still trying to make up for it, making his heats stronger in order to release all the pent-up hormones. Likewise, Senku’s pre-heat also hits earlier and stronger nowadays. It’s harder to manage his feelings in this period and his focus also dissipates easier than usual.

That, and his growing realization of how much he really wants an alpha by his side. Senku hopes The Strongest Primate will appear soon, if only so that he can have a closure on this situation.

“Senku!” Chrome’s voice reaches him like a gentle wave. Just the sight of his friend makes him feel better in a strange way. He feels safe with Chrome, like he’s more than just a bothersome guy, someone worthy chasing for.

His heart beats painfully in his chest as Chrome’s scent—cold and crisp with a hint of sweetness underneath, like winter meeting spring—filters through his nose. Two other scents mingle with his friend’s, ones that make Senku’s stomach churn and his hands close into fists. If only he’d been less stubborn, it would be his scent mingling with Chrome. They could’ve been mates. They could’ve been happy together, build a family together.

Senku knows Chrome’s mates, Ukyo and Ruri, wouldn’t mind taking him in into their little pack. They’ve been friends for nearly a decade now, after all, and trust isn’t an issue for them. But Senku doesn’t want to share. Call him selfish or whatever you want, but he wants someone to be his and only his. He wants their everything and give his own everything in return.

Chrome can’t give it to him. Senku doubts he ever could, yet he can’t fully get rid of this painful, unrequited feelings of his.

“It’s been a while,” Chrome comments lightly, leaning against the doorframe. He looks relaxed, but Senku knows better than to believe his appearance. His voice sounds deeper than usual and his shoulders are a little too tense.

There’s more to this visit than just friendly small talk and Senku knows this. It doesn’t make the knowledge any less bitter. Senku is glad he put on his patch blockers this morning. He doesn’t need Chrome to smell the disappointment in his scent.

“More like you stopped coming.” His lips curve into a smile. The pain is still there, but so is the joy of seeing Chrome here. Senku can’t have one without the other—and, for now, he’s glad to have this much. “Finished that report already?”

Chrome snorts. “You wish. Still gotta get Chelsea’s results before putting everything together.” Senku nods. He gathers his papers, setting them in an organized pile inside his desk drawer. He can feel Chrome’s eyes on him, his gaze too heavy for Senku to feel comfortable. A sigh escapes Chrome. “Xeno is wondering when you’ll fill your heat leave.”

Oh. Senku instinctively reaches for his scent blocker. The patch is still in the right place, covering all of his scent gland. Senku frowns. “That strong?”

Chrome’s smile is almost sheepish and his eyes silently apologize. Senku knows how much Chrome detests the side of his nature that makes him react to other’s scents and how it strains his friendships. His neck is free of any bites; one person can mark multiple people, but can only be marked once. Ruri and Ukyo carry Chrome’s mark, but Chrome will never carry any of theirs. If either omega tried to mark him back, all other bonds he may have would be instantly nullified.

It’s this painful side of this kind of relationship that Senku can’t deal with. He can only hope Chrome won’t succumb from his instincts.

“I can smell it, yeah,” Chrome says, voice heavy with what Senku now knows to be arousal. “But only the heat. The rest is as covered as it’s always been.”

Senku can barely hold back a relieved sigh. He can’t help but be embarrassed that Chrome—and his others coworkers—can smell his incoming heat, but said embarrassment pales in comparison to the relief he feels in knowing they don’t know anything more.

“Don’t worry, I’ll fill the leave right away,” Senku reassures. A glance at the clock tells him it’s time to go, either way. It’s almost too convenient to be true.

Chrome hesitates. He averts his gaze. “Are you gonna go by train?”

“Hm? Yeah. It’s faster than car, anyway.” Senku checks his bag. Ah, where is his phone again?

His answer seemingly bothers Chrome, if his deepening frown is anything to go by. “I brought my car today. I’ll take you home.” Senku’s eyes widen at Chrome. Before he can say anything, though, Chrome is already speaking again. “Don’t you dare. I could smell you from Nikki’s desk, Senku. I’m not letting you ride the train alone.”

Senku closes his mouth shut. It’s not like there’s anything he can say to that. He sighs. “Very well, then.” He turns the light off and steps out of his room. Senku locks the door, holding the key out to Nikki, their assistant. “I insist I pay for lunch when I’m back, though.”

Chrome smiles, the softest and most real smile he gave Senku until now. “I’ll hold you on that, Sen.”

A snort escapes Senku. “That’ll be exciting.”

You have a new message. Those few words are enough to stir Senku’s barely contained anxiety. He stares at them, at the glowing icon on the far top of the site, and tries to process their meaning.

A new message... From him? Senku’s fingers shake slightly around his mouse. A few clicks and The Strongest Primate’s profile page opens. There’s a green dot just beside the alpha’s username. Online. He’s online. He accepted Senku’s friend request. He sent him a message. The reality of it all takes a bit too much to hit Senku and, when it does, it takes all he has to not bite his lip to blood.

He takes a deeper breath. This is stupid. Feelings are unreasonable. There’s no need to act like this. He’s doing nothing wrong, after all. Nothing.

Senku opens his message box. There’s only one conversation in the list. As he expected, it came from The Strongest Primate. He clicks on the alpha’s name.

Please tell me this wasn’t a misclick.

Senku blinks at the message. It definitely couldn’t be farther from what he expected—whatever it is that he expected. He stared at the message a bit too long, trying to understand what the alpha means. When that alone gives him no answer, he goes back to his profile. A small, small detail he didn’t realize before now stands out to his eyes.

All profiles have a small tab with their friend list. Senku guessed it’s simply a way to knowing how sought after each user is, yet he gave no thought to it even as he skimmed through potential users to reach out to.

The Strongest Primate has one friend in his list. And that friend is Senku.

He swallows, shifting on bed uncomfortably. His body is hotter than usual and sweat sticks to his skin despite the shower Senku took just now. He’s wearing nothing but a long cotton shirt. It’s soft enough it doesn’t troubles his heat sensitive skin and covers just enough he doesn’t feel exposed. He doesn’t regret buying it at all.

He inhales, steeling his resolve.

And what makes you think that?

He waits. One check mark turns into two, and two become green. Three dots appear at the bottom of the chat as the alpha starts typing. The hairs on the back of Senku’s neck rise in excitement. He doesn’t even find it in himself to be ashamed of the few drops of slick that escaped his hole at the idea of having an alpha’s attention, during his heat no less.

Senku unconsciously leans closer to his laptop’s screen when the message comes.

I don’t think many people are insterested in an alpha with a kid in tow.

Interesting, that’s exactly what I was looking for

Senku hits the enter button before he can change his mind. It’s cheesy. Cringy, even. But it’s true. He doubts many people would even give that information away, for starters. Even in real life, Senku met one too many alphas and omegas hiding their children from their dates. The reasons vary—fear, shame, indiference—but the fact remains. This alpha not only had the guts to say the truth right away but also acknowledges it’s the most possible reason for the lack of suitors, aside from his third gender itself.

Senku can’t help but respect him.

You’re quite the honest type.

I like that.

Oh. Senku bites his lip, pulling the collar of his shirt up to his nose. He’s never dealt well with compliments, regardless the kind and nature. Senku doesn’t feel worthy of them. He’s not more than an average omega in appearance. His personality couldn’t be worse. Senku’s skills are just a part of the job. Trully, there’s nothing about him to be praised for.

And yet...

How should I call you, by the way?

No offense, but it’ll be weird to call you Dr. Stone all the time.

This makes Senku snort. His fingers fly across the keyboard. He doesn’t feel like holding back anymore.

Like yours is even better

What, did you really choose it or some friend tried to punish you?

Kind of. It’s a joke people in my line of work made.

Ever since, you know, I K.O. a gorilla.

Are you insane?

Oh, no. You found my secret.

Senku huffs. He glances at the flashing bar just beneath the alpha’s last message, becknoning him to answer. He gives in to the temptation and starts typing again.

I’m Senku. You?

It takes a beat before the alpha starts typing. Senku can’t help but wonder what that pause means. The message arrives before he can reach a conclusion, though, and Senku focuses back on their conversation.

That’s a beautiful name.

I’m Tsukasa.

Much like Senku, the alpha sent his name in hiragana. Despite revealing personal information being a break of the site’s TOS, technically neither of them sent their real name; at least, not the official characters in their documents. Without the proper kanji spelling, Senku doubts either of them would find anything on the other. Senku, especially, with his name being spelled in such unusual way.

His lips move before he can stop himself, silently mouthing Tsukasa’s name. It’s powerful and sweet at the same time. Senku can’t help but imagine what kind of person Tsukasa is. Everything his mind can conjure is a refined, friendly-looking alpha with a docile smile. He wonders how much of that image comes from the knowledge of Tsukasa’s third gender and how much comes from the way he talks. He’s truthfully impressed no sex jokes popped yet. If anything, he knows, Tsukasa has enough self-control to be respectful towards him.

Did I say something wrong? You went quiet.

Senku sucks in a breath. He can feel the anxiousness in Tsukasa’s words. He shakes his head, trying to put his mind back to present. His body is growing hot by the second in what Senku knows to be the first wave. He knows he’ll have to distance himself from the notebook—and, by extension, Tsukasa—soon if he doesn’t want to embarrass himself.

I’m sorry, I can get quite mushy at times.

It’s okay. You did nothign wrong.

My focus just gets really bad at these times.

Also... I don’t mind you being mushy

There’s another pause. Senku can almost see Tsukasa’s face going from confusion to shock as he connects the dots. Part of him wants to leave the conversation entirely, shame creeping up his stomach. He can’t.

He wants to talk more to Tsukasa... As much as he can.

I see.

I’m sorry for disturbing you during your heat.

Are you alright by yourself? Have you eaten?

Senku blushes. Is Tsukasa worried about him? A purr threatens to leave him at the thought of the alpha taking care of him. Oh, just how long has he longed for this?

Yeah, I have everything I need

I had lunch and there’s dinner ready to reheat later

Also got water with me

I’ll be fine

I’m glad.

I suppose you’ll want to be alone when the time comes, but don’t

forget I’m here for anything you need, even if it’s just a distraction.

Your wish is my command, Sen.

“Fuuuuck,” Senku practically mewls. How Tsukasa managed to hit all his buttons with a couple of messages, Senku will never understand. Now that he did, however, Senku can’t help but want for more, to let go of all restraints and command him, take him and be taken in a way he never has and feared he’s never be.

If this is what having a sub feels like, Senku totally understands why all those dom omegas were on heaven after finding a mate.

I’ll hold you to that

And, as an afterthought, he added:

You were good to me, Tsukasa

Can’t wait to talk with you again

Thank you

Senku doesn’t stay online long enough to see Tsukasa’s message. He pulls his laptop away as soon as he’s done typing. He curls into himself, a loud, drawn-out moan escaping him. Tsukasa’s words were all it took to set him into full heat. Senku wonders, if just a text from the alpha did this to him, how would it feel to be with the alpha in person, to hear his voice and feel his touch?

Those images follow Senku through his first wave, assaulting him in time with the thrusts of his dildo and filling him in bliss with his first orgasm. The first of many orgasms.

He smiles. These three days will surely be exciting.

If there’s one thing Senku hates about his heat is being alone.

Unlike what many novels and movies made seem, omegas aren’t stuck in never-ending horniness for the entirety of their heat. There is the desire, of course, and the urge to mate and get impregnated is strong, but those come in what Senku likes to call ‘waves’. They crash into him, drive him into a frenzy, and then they’re gone. Senku doesn’t mind the waves. He prefers it this way, for he has the time to rest and eat in-between them. Once he’s done tending to his body, however, is that the loneliness settles in.

He doesn’t feel comfortable to message his friends at this time. Senku’s aware they’d never cross any boundary but he isn’t stupid enough to believe they won’t imagine the things he’s doing to himself. He doesn’t want that burden in their relationship at all.

All that’s left for him is drift around the apartment, waiting for the next wave to drown out the worries and anxieties that always come with his cycle... Or so he thought.

I hope you’re alright.

Senku’s lips curl into a smile before he can stop it. Tsukasa messaged him at least twice a day, gently reminding him to feed and drink even if his body wanted nothing more than to pass out. The alpha’s gentle words reassure him that he’s not alone, that someone out there cares for him.

He tightens his hold on his phone, scooting away from the mess of slick and cum he made of the sheets. The waves are weaker now with the end of day three. Senku doubts they’ll come back tomorrow, yet he’s unsatisfied. No amount of lonely jerking off and riding toys would satisfy him, not really, not with how short his heats are compared to his friends’.

Senku has always been a needy brat and the closeness to his thirties does nothing to change that about him.

He starts typing.

Not really, no

What’s wrong? Is there anything I can do?

Depends

Where’s your daughter?

He got to know a bit more about Tsukasa over the past days, as well. He had a mate in the past, a beautiful omega that gifted him the most precious child. She left soon after their daughter’s birth, claiming their relationship to be unfulfilling with them both being subs. It’s been five years since then and now that his child—Mirai, that’s her name—is old enough to go to school, Tsukasa decided he’s not going to end up alone the way he believed before.

For all Senku wants to punch that omega, he’s glad things are the way they are. The omega’s absence is the only reason he can have Tsukasa, after all, whatever way he can have him.

He bites his lip at the reply.

She’s at a friend’s house. I’m alone now.

Bet you’re having fun with the house all for you

Surprisingly, I’m not. The silence disturbs me, I guess.

It’d be another story if I could have you here.

Senku sucks in a breath. He presses his thighs together, trying to control the sudden tingle Tsukasa’s words settled on his skin. Senku’s fingers, still sticky with slick, itch to reach his hole. He wishes he could hear Tsukasa’s voice whispering filthy sweet nothings into his ear, feel his breath against Senku’s sensitive skin.

He hands shake slightly around his phone.

Oh? What would you do if I were there?

Do you want the polite answer or the honest answer?

Senku groans. Fuck, Tsukasa! Does he even know what he’s doing to him? Is he playing with him on purpose? Senku can almost imagine the alpha’s smug smile as he gazes at his screen, waiting for Senku’s reply. Said reply comes right away.

From you, only your honesty

I’d kiss you first, to shut you up.

You sound like someone who talks too much.

Senku shifts slightly on the bed, legs spread a little more apart. He can feel the slick warming his insides, threatening to escape at the smallest provocation. He doesn’t even find it in himself to wonder where Tsukasa got that idea from—he just wants more.

Only when I’m overwhelmed

Oh, don’t worry about that.

I’ll give you plenty reasons to feel overwhelmed.

I want to know all the ways I can make you cum for me.

All of them

I like it intense Tsukasa

Touch me till I'm weak at knees and still beg for more

Do you have any idea how hot that sounds?

To fuck you into a shivering mess and take some more?

Will you command me when I do, Senku?

His heart skips a beat. Commands are something special that belongs to their third gender. Mated people usually carry a secondary bite on their wrists as a result of their D/S contract. The bite is temporary and needs to be renewed over time. Unlike the primary bite, the contract needs to be reciprocal to stay in place, which means each person can only have one contract. Of course, the contract isn’t needed for the commands to work, but doing so without one takes away from the sub their power to deny for only their safe word can break a command.

Senku swallows. He doesn’t know if Tsukasa means it, if he wants them to form a contract, or if he just trusts Senku enough not to abuse his commands. Both scenarios make his heart swell with affection and his cock throb with desire.

He wants Tsukasa, he wants everything this alpha has to offer him, all things Senku knows he won’t find in anyone else.

I will, as many times as you want me to

If you’re a good alpha, that is

Fuck

That single word is all it needs to break Senku’s resolve to take it slow. He shifts again, reaching for his now dripping hole. His finger slides in easily. Senku throws his head back, a moan escaping him at the familiar intrusion. One finger isn’t enough, and soon three fingers stretch him open. He only has half a mind to check the chat again.

What he reads almost makes he cum on the spot.

Can I touch myself?

Senku, please

Sen

I need you

Tell me, omega

Tell me what to do

I’ll do anything you want, so

Senku

Do it

Be good for me, alpha

Senku reaches for his cock, eyes glued on the screen by his side. A shiver runs down his body.

Tsukasa isn’t typing. Senku can almost see him, hastily shoving his clothes out of the way. Tsukasa’s an organized and methodical person. It’s easy to tell just from the way he texts—full words and correct punctuation, ever polite and ever kind. The idea of the alpha being so desperate he not only forgot about his ‘manners’, but didn’t answer altogether makes something inside Senku burn.

He’s the reason behind this. Senku’s the only one in Tsukasa’s mind as he wraps his hand around his cock, his name is the only one Tsukasa will moan. He can see it, the sweat dripping down Tsukasa’s back, tracing every muscle and every curve, his tall frame curled into himself.

Senku’s breath hitches and his movements stutter. He can imagine everything to the last detail... But the most important is still missing.

He swallows, hips jerking slightly with the proximity of his orgasm. Senku bits his lip hard enough to draw blood.

I’m so close

I’m being good right?

Fuck wish you were here

That’s it good boy

Cum for me

The command was meant for Tsukasa, but the sole thought of Tsukasa doing as Senku’s telling him to, of having such a strong man following Senku’s orders push him over the edge. He screams, hot white cum falling all over him and the bed. His body shakes, overwhelmed with the force of his orgasm, and his ragged breath echoes through the empty room. Senku curses under his breath.

He doesn’t know how long he stays there, trying to regain control of his body. His phone lights up with a single message.

Wow.

Senku’s giggles turn into full-blown laugh. He starts typing despite the fluids covering his shaky fingers.

I’ll kill you if we don’t meet after this

Good.

I was thinking the same.

Just give me some time? I’m gross now.

Senku snorts. One look at his own body tells him a shower is more welcome, though. His smile turns softer as he types an answer.

30 minutes?

You know already.

Your wishes are my commands, Senku.

There’s something about filling in his payment info that makes Senku dizzy. The wine-red page stares back at him with its bright white letters, questions Senku doesn’t hesitate in answering. A week ago he’d refuse to even consider this—it’s his name, his documents, the money he struggles to receive every week, all for a site as cheesy and shifty as LoveMatch.com, for the small chance of having some of his deepest needs satisfied.

Now he knows there’s a lot more to it than just a chance. There’s Tsukasa, there’s the happiness of each exchanged word, there’s this undeniable shift in Senku’s heart he doesn’t want to ignore anymore.

He fell in love with the idea of Tsukasa. Now he’ll go after the real man, to fall for who the alpha really is.

It’s as exciting as it’s terrifying. He aware it still could be just an illusion, that he’ll have his heart broken again for an entirely different reason. Senku knows the risk. This time, he’s more than willing to take it.

He waits for Tsukasa to be ready, refreshing the alpha’s profile until the golden crown that signals a premium member appeared. Senku swallows his bubbling excitement. A notification box pops up before he can do anything.

The Strongest Primate calls for a lovely meeting.

Do you accept?

Yes — No

Senku chuckles at the wording. He suspects he shouldn’t be surprised at the cheesy choice given the site’s very name and theme.

He doesn’t hesitate in choosing yes.

A new page opens for him. On the top is the site’s ugly logo Senku came to be fond of. On the left, a small chat box. Tsukasa’s username blinks on it, the premium crown and green dot reminding Senku that he, too, is in for it. Tsukasa wants him just as much as Senku does. His feelings are not unrequited. There’s no reason to fear.

Senku breathes out when a huge box lights up on the right side of the screen. A map, marked with several dots Senku assumes are the site’s recommendations for meeting places. Senku skims over them. They’re not terrible. The list is mostly made of coffee shops, parks and malls all around the Tokyo prefecture. Some of them are just a few blocks away from Senku’s place.

Just how close has Tsukasa truly been all this time?

The ping of an incoming message snaps Senku out of his thoughts. He blinks to regain focus. Some of the yellow dots on the map turned orange.

I’d rather not go outdoors.

If that’s okay with you.

Senku sucks in a breath. The orange dots are all parks. He right clicks on them, and a list of options appears: Yes, no, maybe. He chooses no, the dots go red. He confirms, and they disappear.

Also no malls

Too many people

Agreed.

They repeat the process. Yellow, orange, red, nothing. It leaves them with coffee shops, steak houses, restaurants and a few bars. Senku’s eyes narrow at the options.

He wants somewhere comfortable, a place they can be at ease and talk for long periods of time without being bothered. Somewhere people are more likely to go to—in the back of his mind he still knows what could go wrong and definitely doesn’t want to risk his safety—but also a place they can have privacy. Not too bright. Good food. A small piece of paradise.

He clicks on one of the yellow dots. Maybe. It goes blue.

What do you think of this one?

The answer doesn’t come right away. Senku can imagine Tsukasa leaning closer to his screen, eyes narrowing at the place’s description and the few photos the side offers them.

It’s a bar not very far from Senku’s apartment. He’s been there a few times in the past, both to celebrate and drown out his own misery. He remembers the low lights of the room, the distinguishly chilly air that always made him yearn for another’s warmth. It’s a place he knows, somewhere he knows he’ll be safe at.

He breathes out a sigh of relief when Tsukasa messages him again.

I like this one.

Would you like to choose the day? I’m on an extended break, so whatever suits you best.

You better not complain later

I wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart.

Senku pauses, biting his lip. His cheeks burn a little with the new nickname. If he feels this way just by readin Tsukasa’s messages, how will it be when they’re face to face and he can hear him?

He settles it for the next weekend. Saturday sounds like a good day for a date: he’ll have enough time to calm down from the stress of work while also having an entire day to enjoy Tsukasa. And, he knows, it also gives the alpha enough time to find someone to stay with his child. A nice compromise, Senku believes. Tsukasa sounds happy about it too.

Now if only time could pass faster, Senku would surely be the happiest omega on Earth.

“Who would have thought the mighty Senku-chan would be so nervous over a date?” Gen’s teasing words only serve to make Senku regret his life choices.

He’s nervous. Of course he is. Terrified, even. The state his room is in makes that much obvious for anyone to see. Hell, even Kinrou could see it and he’s the most oblivious alpha in the world.

Senku bites his lip, eyes going over the mess of clothes covering his bed for the nth time. Now, Senku has always had a massive collection of clothes. Most of them are made of cotton and soft to the touch, perfect for his heats and nest-building. They’re all different, as well. So different he’s now having trouble choosing an outfit for his date.

His heart skips a beat. Date. He’s going on a date with Tsukasa. How weird could it be that only now, barely two hours away from the time they agreed on, realization is fully hitting Senku?

He can’t help but worry, what if Tsukasa doesn’t like him? What if he isn’t good enough? What if... What if he loses him just like he lost Chrome? His resolution is faltering and Gen can see that. Senku knows it, he knows his friend can read him like an open book. It’s as comforting as it’s scary.

Senku doesn’t want to be so weak.

Gen finds no resistance when he pushes Senku to sit on the bed. His expression is soft and steady, reassuring and comforting in its familiarity. Senku swallows, hands reaching to grab Gen’s wrists. His friend is warm, real, and Senku lets out a sigh.

A smile curves Gen’s lips. His eyes glisten a gentle sky-blue. It’s all Senku needs to know he’s switched and the reason behind the sudden calm filling him is Gen’s dominating pheromones, far, far stronger than Senku’s own.

“That’s it, dear,” he coos, thumbs running along Senku’s scent gland. “You’re not alone. Everything will be okay.” Senku purses his lips. There’s no use in arguing. He’s never won an argument against Gen. “Here’s what you’ll do now: enter that bathroom, wash your face and tie your hair. Remember, that bun you wore to my birthday? That one will do nicely. I’ll pick your clothes for you while you do that.”

Senku nods slowly. He moves to do just as Gen said, his body moving on its own. He closes the door behind him with a soft thud and suddenly he can breathe again.

It’s always weird when Gen uses his power against Senku. His stomach churns and his skin tingles and everything feels wrong. Doms aren’t meant to be dominated. Senku is a dom. He’s the one supposed to give commands, not follow them.

He splashes water over his face. The cold reminds him of who and where he is. Gen knew exactly what he was doing, the bastard.

Senku starts working on his hair. The movements are familiar and help making him feel better. His only objective is reproducing that single hairdo Gen always speak so fondly of. He ties the upper half of his hair in a half, loose bun. The rest of it fall over his shoulder. Senku’s eyes narrow at his reflection. His hair is way longer than he remembers it. On Gen’s birthday, around eight months ago, it barely reached his chin. He wonders if it’s time to cut it a bit.

He bites his lip, an image from his too vivid wet dreams assaulting his mind. Tsukasa, pulling his hair while he fucks Senku into oblivion. His cheeks turn bright red.

He definitely won’t cut it off.

Gen’s eyes meet his own as soon as he emerges from the bathroom. They’re back to their silvery-blue color. Senku has to bite back a relieved sigh. It’s weird, how easily Gen controls his switching nature when Senku knows others suffer from not being able to.

Asagiri Gen is a terrifying beast. Senku’s lucky this omega decided to call him a friend.

The omega lets out a low whistle. He smiles, that lopsided smile he always has when he’s about to tease someone. “Y’know, sometimes I forget how pretty you actually are.”

Senku averts his gaze. He doesn’t want Gen to see how much the compliment pleased him. Senku is sure he knows either way, given the lack of scent blockers to mask his true emotions.

He scans the clothes Gen laid out for him: a light blue button-up shirt, black jeans, brown overcoat and a dark blue scarf. Senku frowns. These clothes are not his. Gen’s lips curve into a smile when he looks at him for answer. He offers none, simply putting a pitch-black band on top of the clothes.

There was a time when omegas—and, sometimes, alphas—would be forced to wear collars for their own protection. While those have all but been abolished from society, people still recover to those wrist bands for safety. It’s easy to pull another into an unwanted contract, far too easy for Senku’s liking. It can be done anywhere, any time, and if the culprit is careful enough, no one would be aware that the bond is actually unwanted.

Senku shivers when he locks the band in place. The coldness of the metal seeps through the thin, black fabric. Senku puts on the rest of his clothes, deeming it a waste of time to question Gen. It fits way too well on his body, proof of just how much his friend knows him. He picks a small key from his nighstand drawer and slips it into his jeans pocket. Just in case, he tells himself. Something tells him he won’t wear the wrist band for long.

“Everything ready?” Gen asks. Senku double checks—wallet, phone, keys, all in place—before nodding. Gen hums in contentment. Senku can’t help but wonder how satisfied with everything Gen truly is, knowing he’s the reason behind this chance meeting between him and Tsukasa. And Senku... Well, what can he do but thank his friend? “Sure you don’t want me to drive you there?”

Senku shakes his head. “It’s just ten minutes and I’m early. I’ll be fine.”

“Alrighty,” Gen chirps, almost too happily for Senku’s comfort. “I’ll let you go then. Promise I’ll lock the door for you.”

“Oh?” Senku’s eyes narrow at his friend. “And what exactly will you do here?”

Gen’s grin widens. “Senku-chan, darling, my dearest, I can’t let that mess you call a room like that. What will your cute alpha think if he finds his dom who can’t take care of himself?”

Senku gapes at him, not just for the indirect offense, but also for the implication that Senku would bring Tsukasa here of all places. Not that he’s wrong, just... Is it so weird to be ashamed of his own obviousness? He’s so deep in his embarrassment he takes too long to realize Gen’s choice of words. He glances at the balcony of his apartment, the cold autumn wind whipping his hair around.

Senku never told Gen that Tsukasa is a he.

The last time Senku came to this bar, he had been grieving the loss of his first love. How ironic could it be that he now returns in search of a new one?

Everything looks the same for him. The floor is made of wood and the walls are painted white. During the day it’s no different from an ordinary restaurant with its bright, clean colors and homey atmosphere. Right now, however, the lights cast soft pinks, blues and purples onto the walls. It makes it a bit harder to see people’s faces, but Senku knows it’s the same for him. He cherishes this small bit of privacy just as much as he apreciates the low ambient songs.

Senku picks a table on the farthest corner of the bar, far, far away from the small dance floor and the loudest patrons flocking around the counter. He picks up his phone, checking for any new message.

He breathes out a sigh of relief when he reads Tsukasa’s last message. He’s coming. Senku isn’t making a fool of himself... Not yet.

His fingers fly over the keyboard as he lets the alpha know where Senku is. He bites his lip, wondering if he should tell the alpha what he’s wearing or not. Better not. It’s not like they’re in an open space with lots of omegas around, anyway, and he knows the alpha is the observant type. Tsukasa won’t have trouble finding him. He sends the message.

Senku leans back against his chair. He glances at the menu, pondering over his choices. Senku grimaces at the extensive list of beers. Definitely not. He doesn’t want champagne either. Too fancy. Wine? That’s more his taste, but he’s already had some earlier. He flips the page and goes over the special drinks instead. Some of the names are simply ridiculous. Mickey Mouse is a mood killer, at best. Others, so suggestive he wonders how anyone could make them public. Just reading Sreaming Orgasm makes his cheeks warm.

“Death by chocolate?” Senku’s lips curve into a slight grin. That’s a new one. And, as the chocolate addicted he not-so-secretly is, he needs to try it.

He looks around. There’s no new face in the bar yet. Senku tries to push back the unreasonable disappointment filling him. Instead, he makes his way to the counter. Despite doing his best to stay away from those filthy alphas, Senku can still feel their pheromones clinging to him, trying to choke him into submission. His lips curl into a frown.

Disgusting.

Senku’s unsure how the bartender heard him over all the other voices. The patrons are way louder this close. Senku wants nothing more than to pick his drink and retreat to the little corner he found for himself. He fidgets with the hem of his sleeves as he waits. The song changed into something slower since he left the table. Senku dares say it’s more romantic, even. He can definitely see himself dancing to this with his alpha in the comfort of his home, away from all judging eyes.

He bites his lip when the bartender slips his glass towards him. The drink is prettier than Senku thought it to be from the description alone. He steps away from the counter, doing his very best to avoid the dancing couples. Senku takes a small sip of his drink. A low, appreciative hum escapes him. It’s sweet and refreshing. The faint taste of alcohol makes his body relax.

It’s good.

He glances at his table—and his breath gets caught in his throat. He can’t stop at the man standing there. He’s tall, so tall Senku feels very, very small despite the distance between them. Dark brown hair falls over the man’s back, each strand reflecting a thousand colored lights. Senku barely registers the man’s clothes, eyes drawn to the hand that loosens his tie and reveals a little more of his pale neck.

Senku swallows. He’s frozen in place, and oh, fuck, he can’t be getting hard just seeing Tsukasa’s massive hand and—

His phone vibrates in his pocket. The buzz snaps Senku out of his thoughts. He doesn’t need to check to know it’s a message from Tsukasa: the alpha’s phone illuminates his face a little more, making it easier for Senku to see his features. Tsukasa is a beautiful man, with long, delicate lashes and plump lips. The way his mouth is curved into a slight pout makes him almost cute.

What will your cute alpha think if he finds his dom who can’t take care of himself?

Senku takes a larger sip of his drink. His throat burns this time and he licks some of the cream off his lower lip. He takes a step forward, then another, and another, and his nose is filled with the aroma of clove, jasmine and sandalwood—the never-ending sweetness of a sub without losing the strength that comes with being an alpha. Senku can’t think of a better scent for the kind-hearted fighter he came to love in such short time.

“Tsukasa?” Senku’s voice sounds lower than he intended. For a moment he’s afraid Tsukasa wouldn’t hear him, that his call will go unnoticed.

It doesn’t.

Tsukasa turns around slowly. His eyes meet Senku’s, and Senku’s very world is reduced to this alpha. Senku tilts his head up to look Tsukasa. He doesn’t feel so small now that they’re merely inches apart. Instead, Senku feels safe: nothing will happen to him as long as Tsukasa’s here.

Do you like what you see? The question is stuck in his throat, struggling, begging for release. Tsukasa’s eyes are as dark as his hair, warm and gentle and never, never leave Senku’s own.

He doesn’t know how long they stood there, unmoving, taking every possible detail of each other, only that Tsukasa’s the first to break eye contact, his cheeks too red to be the lighting’s fault. He clears his throat, clearly embarrassed. His voice is soft and low when he speaks, yet Senku can hear him perfectly. “I’m sorry. This is... awkward.”

“I know.” Senku’s shoulders relax slightly. He offers Tsukasa a small smile of his own. He can’t deny his relief knowing he isn’t alone in the awkwardness of it all. And, considering everything they did and talked about before, it’s weird that he feels this way altogether. “Hits different when you se the other’s face, huh,” he muses mostly to himself.

Tsukasa scratches the back of his neck. Senku barely registers the way his short nails run over his undercut before he talks again. His voice is even quieter than before; hesitant, even. “Especially when they’re this pretty.”

Senku snorts. Yeah, Tsukasa’s pretty face doesn’t make it any easier. Senku’s sure he wouldn’t be second guessing himself if Tsukasa wasn’t so... Tsukasa. He opens his mouth to say that much, maybe even tease him while he’s at it—but the look in Tsukasa’s face makes him stop. His face is definitely redder than before.

He doesn’t meet Senku’s eyes.

Oh.

Senku pulls his scarf to cover the slight curve of his lips. He suspects Tsukasa will sense how pleased by the compliment he really is through his scent and, in all honesty, Senku doesn’t care.

“Do you want me to get a drink for you? Or something to eat?” he offers mostly to fill the momentary silence.

Tsukasa glances at the counter before frowning. He shakes his head. “I’ll do it myself. Anything you want to eat? Or a second glass of—” His eyes narrow at Senku’s cup. “—chocolate?” His tone isn’t judgemental, just genuinely curious.

Senku nods slightly. He offers Tsukasa the cup. “Want some? It’s good.”

Somehow, in the back of his mind, Senku knows there’s absolutely nothing wrong with Tsukasa drinking from his cup. And yet, his face gets infinitely warmer the moment he sees Tsukasa’s lips touching the glass. He’s not a highschooler, goddamnit! There’s no such thing as indirect kiss, it’s stupid and he shouldn’t be getting giddy from so little!

But, oh, does Tsukasa’s smile make him weak on the knees.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, and Senku can do nothing but nod and watch him make his way to the other side of the bar.

Senku sits down again, not trusting his own body anymore. He bites his lip. It’s been over a week since his heat ended, so there’s no way he’s having a delayed wave. No, that’s impossible. Senku wonders if it’s just the fact that Tsukasa’s his perfect other half making him act this way. Tsukasa’s the second sub alpha he’s seen in almost thirty years and the first unmated one he’s seen in over a decade. There’s no denial of his potential as a mate even from a purely physical and biological view.

Deep down, however, Senku knows his feelings also play a part in this. His mind already decided Tsukasa is the one long ago; now, his body is reacting to that knowledge.

He takes a sip of his dream. It tastes sweeter now, in a way Senku can’t quite explain. He glances at the counter. Tsukasa’s tall figure catches his attention even amidst the patrons. Senku watches him, noticing the obvious distaste he shows for the others alphas. He doesn’t go out of his way to avoid them the way he Senku did, but Senku can see how he inches a little farther every time one of those drunk men try almost touch him.

Senku can’t imagine Tsukasa being the kind to willingly put himself in uncomfortable situations. But he did, just now. And he did it for Senku’s sake.

His chest swells with unbound affection for the man.

His phone buzzes with a new message. A message from Gen. Senku grimaces at the string of emojis accompanied by a lovely don’t forget your condom in all caps. For all he wishes he could smack his friend, his smile tells a completely different story.

Gen may be a bastard, but he’s Senku’s favorite bastard. He wouldn’t give him up for the world.

“Good news?” Tsukasa’s voice snaps Senku out of his thoughts. The alpha puts his drink on the table—Death by chocolate, just like Senku’s—along with several snacks.

“Just a friend being an idiot.” Senku sets his phone on silent mode. He doesn’t want anything keeping his attention away from the alpha in front of him. “Although... He does have his moments.”

Tsukasa arches an eyebrow. He leans over the table. This close, Senku can see the fading scar of a bite over his scent gland. “And they make it worth enduring the rest?”

Senku grins. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if if they didn’t.”

It’s only then that Senku realizes just how much he truly owes Gen. Not only his friend has been there for him all those years ago when Senku’s tears belonged to Chrome and only him, he’s also the sole reason behind his and Tsukasa’s encounter.

Maybe, just maybe, Senku should treat him to a nice movie sometime.

Tsukasa smiles. “Please thank him in my stead, then.”

“There’s no need,” Senku answers a bit too quickly. He brings his cup to his mouth, hoping it’ll help hide his embarrassment. “I mean... If we stay together, you’ll surely meet him and tell him yourself.”

His words seem to please Tsukasa. The alpha’s gaze softens and his smile is more hopeful than anything else. “I’m looking forward to that, Senku.”

So am I, Tsukasa.

If there’s one thing Senku learns about Tsukasa, it’s that he doesn’t spare words when it comes to the things he likes.

It’s as comical as it’s endearing to see this giant man going on and on about the details of a particularly cute dress he saw in a Barbie movie. Tsukasa also gesticulates a lot. Shapes and forms, Senku can see it all through those nimble fingers dancing on the air. He wonders how much of it is Tsukasa’s and how much is the alcohol loosening him up. No matter which it is, he’s smitten.

Senku let go of both his scarf and coat somewhere after the third cup. His elbow rests on the table and his chin, on his palm. Senku nods slightly at one of Tsukasa’s remarks—because yes, he totally agrees Mermaidia is the best Barbie mermaid movie—before swallowing one of the snacks Tsukasa bought for them.

The past few hours also gave him more details on Tsukasa’s life than his allegedly adorable choice of movies. He started fighting as a way to pay for his younger sister’s medical treatment when they were both kids. His sister didn’t resist after her second brain surgery when Tsukasa was fifteen and the loss took a huge toll on his mental health, which inevitably led him to meet his first mate.

Senku doesn’t know her name or what is her line of work. Tsukasa didn’t tell him and Senku won’t ask, either. All he knows is that Tsukasa raised his daughter alone. He showed pictures of his daughter and the sister he lost in time. Senku couldn’t stop smiling at the image of a happy, young girl in floral dresses and seashell necklaces. Senku can see Tsukasa in her smile, in the waves of her hair, in the long eyelashes shadowing cheeks full of baby fat. He can also see his sister in Mirai, in the golden shade of her hair and the big, round eyes.

The girls would be identical had it not been for his daughter’s darker eyes and loose curls. Senku can see why Tsukasa would name his child after his late sister.

“Mirai says she’ll be friends with dolphins and take care of them when she grows up,” Tsukasa comments. “We made a bet on that. If she sticks to her word, I’ll take her to Disneyland.”

Senku snorts. “As if you would refuse her if she asked,” he teases. There’s no doubt in his mind that there’s nothing Tsukasa won’t do for his girl’s happiness. The knowledge makes his heart skip a beat. Senku can’t believe how lucky he is to have found such amazing alpha.

“You got me there.” Tsukasa lowers his head, cheeks bright red. There’s something incredibly soft in his eyes when he looks at Senku again, almost reverent, in a way. “You’re really something, aren’t you?”

“I like to think I am, yes.” Senku’s grip on his cup tightens a bit. His smile falters slightly. “Why you say that?”

Tsukasa’s hand touches Senku’s over the tabletop. His fingers are way bigger than Senku’s, covered in scars and calluses from old fights. Senku never met a gentler touch. “I’m just glad. You didn’t lie when you said you didn’t mind kids.”

Senku releases the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “What, you thought I was just after your dick?”

Tsukasa’s loud, uninhibited laugh makes it worth it. “Well, I couldn’t be sure, could I?” He shakes his head, an amused smile playing on his lips. He runs his thumb over the back of Senku’s hand.

“And now?”

“Now... You’re either saying the truth or you’re a great actor or you’re really just that desperate you didn’t complain about kid’s stories for, uh, two hours? I don’t know, you could be anything.” Tsukasa’s expression is serious, but Senku can sense how pleased his scent is.

“Good to know I made a good first impression,” Senku half huffs, half snorts. He holds Tsukasa’s hand back. It’s warm. “I’ll be honest, though. I’m happy you were honest, too. And I’m happy for Mirai. I know how much difference a good parent makes in someone’s life and I’m glad she has a good father.”

Tsukasa presses Senku’s hand to his lips. “Hope I can be a good mate for you as well.”

A pause. A smile. “You already are.”

And if tears threatened to fall from Senku’s eyes... That’s a secret he’ll carry with him for the rest of his life.

Tsukasa’s scent wavers at Senku’s words and his eyes fall closed. He looks so peaceful Senku wonders if Tsukasa is real and not just a fruit of his imagination. Those thoughts disappear as soon as their eyes meet again and Tsukasa’s lips curve into the softest of smiles.

“What do you want us to do now?” His voice sounds lower than before, and Senku finds himself leaning closer so he doesn’t miss a single word. Tsukasa’s breath hits Senku’s partially covered wrist in warm puffs. His wrist band is the only barrier between them and a contract. Senku shivers. “Anything you want. Just say and it’s yours.”

Senku swallows. There are so many things he wants. He wants Tsukasa, in all ways and forms he can have another human being. He wants the comfort and privacy only his home can provide them. He purses his lips. Damned be Gen for planting this idea in his mind.

“My place,” he whispers, voice almost failing him, “I want my place.”

Tsukasa trembles. “No... Not like this.” He licks his lips. Senku follows the movement, suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to kiss Tsukasa. “Command me, Sen.”

Senku exhales. “Take me home, Tsukasa.”

Just three words. It’s all it takes to for something to snap within Senku. Like an invisible weight was finally taken off his shoulders, Senku can finally breathe again. He’s lighter than he’s always been. He’s free in a way he was never allowed before.

He wants more.

Senku watches Tsukasa’s face closely, searching for all the minuscule changes caused by his command. Tsukasa’s eyes close tight, eyebrows furrowed and lips parted in a long, heavy exhale. He almost looks in pain—then Senku realizes it’s the exact opposite. His scent envelops Senku as a whole, the sweet undertones of a sub stronger than before. Tsukasa’s giving in to his instincts, letting them take control.

Tsukasa’s eyes are even darker when he opens them again. His irises are but a thin ring of brown around his blown up pulpils. He seems to be in a daze. Senku wonders if Tsukasa can even see him, if he remembers this is Senku, not just any other dom.

He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He tries again. Senku never thought Tsukasa’s velvet voice could sound so hoarse. “Let’s go.”

Senku downs the rest of his drink. He doesn’t bother putting his coat and scarf back on, simply cradling both in a mess of fabrics. The sky is pitch black when they step out of the bar. Senku shrinks into himself when the wind hits him. Before he can change his mind and properly dress, however, something warm lands on his shoulders. It takes a moment before realizes it’s the alpha’s jacket and said alpha’s hand is holding him closer to Tsukasa.

He sniffs the jacket. Senku has to bite back a purr as Tsukasa’s unadultered scent fills his nostrils. He can’t wait until they’re alone and Senku can hide his face on the curve of Tsukasa’s neck and feel him from the source.

Senku blinks when Tsukasa’s hand is gone. Before the disappointment can sour his own scent, the alpha opens a car door for him. Senku slips into the passenger seat without as much as a glance to the outside of the vehicle. He knows it’s a sedan, but doesn’t care to learn much more, not when he can sense the urgency emanating from Tsukasa.

Some kind of twisted, sadistic satisfaction rises inside Senku as he realizes the reason behind that urgency. Tsukasa’s only goal is fulfilling Senku’s command. Nothing else will matter to him until he achieves it. Senku bites his lip. Tsukasa is perfect for him. And Senku wants nothing more than to be good for him too.

He only barely registers the sound of his own voice giving Tsukasa the address to his home. Here, surrounded by Tsukasa’s sweet, sweet scent Senku feels safer than he did in months, maybe years. He hides his face behind Tsukasa’s jacket. His free hand rests on Tsukasa’s knee. The touch is but a reminder that he’s here, that he’ll stay. It’s a reassurance, one he doesn’t know if is meant for himself or Tsukasa.

Senku’s eyes flutter slightly. There, just around the corner, stands his apartment building. He sits up as they wait for the light to turn green. Tsukasa pauses, uncertain. “Should I leave the car outside?”

“Of course not,” he answers right away. Senku realizes he may have answered a bit too quickly from Tsukasa’s almost unnoticeable flinch. “I heard it’ll rain overnight. I don’t want your car to get drenched.” He bites his lip, looking away from Tsukasa. “And... I want to know what if feels like to...”

He doesn’t find it in himself to finish that sentence. It’s embarrassing, far more personal than what Senku’s ready to admit. Tsukasa lets out a low sigh. He reaches for Senku’s hand, pressing a kiss to the back of his hand. That small gesture makes Senku relax. He didn’t fuck up. Not yet.

In truth, Senku saw many things during the five years he lived here. Some of them stuck with him more than others, especially those little moments he wanted for himself. He wants to come back home with a loved one; to watch as his alpha walks around the car to open the door for him; to feel his beloved’s arms around him as they return to his apartment and know that place is theirs to keep.

It’s cheesy. It’s stupid. Senku’s a grown ass man. And yet... He can’t ignore the thrill that makes his heart beat faster as Tsukasa unknowingly makes all those little fantasies reality. He isn’t even bothered by the side glances he receives from others in the elevator. If anything, Senku wants to scream.

This moment is his. Tsukasa is his. And nothing those people say or do will change that, right now, Senku’s the happiest omega alive.

Senku doesn’t spare any of them a second glance to the others. He reaches for his key from the mess of clothes he carried. A low frustrated noise escapes him. Why won’t this stupid door open already?

It’s only as that thought crosses his mind that he realizes how shaky his hands are. Senku blinks at them. Since when did he...?

“Senku?” Tsukasa’s voice is no louder than a whisper. His hand on Senku’s hip feel heavier than before and his scent sours with the slightest hints of uncertainty.

“It’s okay,” Senku reassures him. He takes in a deep breath. He can’t fail Tsukasa now. Senku is the dom here. He is the one supposed to offer Tsukasa stability and comfort. His words carry the weight of the world for Tsukasa. He tries to open the door again. His hands don’t shake anymore. He lets out a breathy chuckle.

Senku turns around and takes Tsukasa’s hand in his own. It takes no more than two steps for them to be inside his apartment,wo steps like any other they took on the way here, the same repeated movements of everyday. Senku knows there’s nothing special about it, yet in his heart he feels like they crossed a boundary to another world. And, in a sense, they did.

The moment they crossed the threshould they were in Senku’s place. His little territory, his domain, the one place he can be himself more than any other. The furniture, the walls, everything reeks of Senku. The door closes with the softest of clicks—or maybe it was the loudest bang and Senku couldn’t hear it above his own heartbeats. They’re alone in his little world.

Tsukasa doesn’t make any movement to leave. Instead, he takes a step forward, and another, and another. He only stops when Senku’s back hits the wall and there’s no space between their bodies anymore. When not even that is enough, Tsukasa lifts him off the floor. Senku wraps his legs around Tsukasa’s hips and oh.

Senku unconsciously tilts his head to the side, letting Tsukasa nestle his face on the back of his neck. His breath comes out in heavy pants. Senku parts his lips, but only a low, dragged out moan escapes him. Tsukasa, the ever gentle, ever elegant bastard, bit him.

He huffs out a laugh. In the back of his mind, Senku wishes that single action didn’t turn him on as much as it did.

Senku unconsciously tilts his head to the side, letting Tsukasa nestle his face on the back of his neck. His breath comes out in heavy pants. Senku parts his lips, but only a low, dragged out moan escapes him. Tsukasa, the ever gentle, ever elegant bastard, bit him.

He huffs out a laugh. In the back of his mind, Senku wishes that single action didn’t turn him on as much as it did.

“There, there,” he murmurs, gently patting Tsukasa’s head. “How can I give you your reward if you don’t be good for me?”

Tsukasa’s breath stutters. His hold on Senku tightens. “R-Reward?”

Senku hums, running his fingers through Tsukasa’s silky hair. Strictily speaking, he doesn’t need to give Tsukasa anything. He gave an order and Tsukasa fulfilled it. Senku’s not bound by contract and there’s nothing stopping him from leaving Tsukasa with nothing more. Hell, not even Tsukasa expects anything more than orders from him. The surprise in his voice is everything Senku needs to hear to know that much.

He pushes Tsukasa away just enough that he can see the alpha’s face. Senku takes a moment to count the small, small freckles following Tsukasa’s high cheekbones, to admire the sharpness of his eyes and the softness of his gaze. He’s perfect in a way Senku can’t even begin to explain or put into words.

Senku can only wonder what Tsukasa is seeing in him right now. Can he see how nervous Senku truly is? He never did this before. Never once in his life has Senku been allowed to act out these primal urges, to be the dom he was born to be. No one taught him what to do, either. He bites his lip. “Tell me... What do you want. Anything you want.”

Tsukasa’s eyelashes flutter slightly. The uncertainty from before is gone from his whisper of a voice. “Can I kiss you?”

“Please,” Senku begs, voice even lower than Tsukasa’s. “Kiss me.”

A groan leaves Tsukasa’s lips, the sound of it so raw Senku shakes in his arms. And then Tsukasa’s lips are on his and his tongue pressed against Senku’s. Tsukasa tastes of alcohol and chocolate and something else he can’t remember right now. It doesn’t matter. All that matters is this moment and the raging storm inside his heart.

Tsukasa dominates the kiss. Senku doesn’t try to stop him. It’s him, Tsukasa, his alpha, his sub, the one person Senku feels he can trust his heart with despite knowing for such short time. Senku kisses him back with fervor. His hands latch onto the alpha’s shoulders, his finger brushing lightly over his scarred glands. Senku undulates his hips, pressing himself against Tsukasa’s hard on. The groan he receives in response is more than enough to make Senku let out a pleasured moan in return.

Tsukasa is the one who breaks the kiss. He rests his forehead against Senku’s and his breath hits Senku’s lips. The alpha closes his eyes and releases a trembling sigh.

Senku watches him for a moment. He hesitates, stuck between his desire for more and the fear of breaking whatever Tsukasa’s going through now. He settles for running his fingers over Tsukasa’s undercut. He can’t help but smile at the spiky short hairs. His fingertips runs from them to the side of Tsukasa’s neck, following the sharp line of his jaw and falling to his exposed collarbone.

“… again?” Senku blinks out of his stupor. Tsukasa’s looking at him again, his eyes glistening with hope. He sucks in a breath, repeating the words Senku missed. “Command me again?”

How could Senku possibly deny him?

The answer is: he can’t.

“Take me to my nest.” Euphoria fills Senku’s body as his command latches onto his alpha. This close he can feel Tsukasa shiver, see those beautiful brown eyes darkening with each passing second.

Tsukasa shifts his hold on Senku, stepping away from the wall. He doesn’t need any directions to find Senku’s nest—his post-heat pheromones still cloud the whole room, far, far stronger than the rest of the apartment. Tsukasa’s breath becomes faster, shallower the closer they get there. The alpha stops on the threshold, frozen in place.

And he laughs.

Senku blinks from where he nestled his face on Tsukasa’s neck. The alpha’s unhibited laugh makes Senku want to purr. His alpha is happy here, in Senku’s little world, and there’s nothing he’d want more than this.

“You really knew what you were doing, hm?” Tsukasa murmurs. Senku can’t shake off the feeling that Tsukasa’s teasing him.

He lifts his head, a frown on his face as he searches for the reason of Tsukasa’s words. His gaze falls on the bed and, oh, Senku wishes he didn’t see that.

The mountain of clothes Senku left behind is gone just as Gen promised. In its place lies a multitude of rose petals and what Senku knows can only be condoms, all of them forming a message. Fuck me.

Senku groans. He hides his burning face on Tsukasa’s neck. If regret could kill, he’d be dead right right now. “I’ll fucking kill that mentalist.”

“Mentalist? The idiot friend?” Tsukasa asks softly. He takes a step forward.

“Yeah...” Senku closes his mouth shut. He fights the urge to hold Tsukasa tighter when the alpha gently places him on the bed.

“Do you want me to?” Tsukasa’s smile completely disarms him.

Senku averts his gaze, then nods. “I want you... I have for a long time now.”

“Well,” Tsukasa hums, his smile growing a little. His hands leave Senku’s hip to hold his thighs instead, spreading his legs apart. “Then I’ll have to make it worth the wait.”

The alpha finds no resistance when he starts working on Senku’s clothes. A new kiss meets every new inch of exposed skin, slow but surely forming a trail from Senku’s collarbone to the curve of his hips. Tsukasa’s touches make his body burn in a way not even his heats managed to. A choked moan escapes Senku when Tsukasa’s lips latch onto his nipple. The alpha groans, sucking and grazing teeth over his dark bud. One of his hands palms Senku’s erection over his pants.

Senku’s insides twist. His breath stutters and he grits his teeth. He knows his body, he knows his orgasm is coming. It’s just as exciting to see how much Tsukasa truly affects him as it’s frustrating to cum so fast. Tsukasa’s free hand reaches for his other nipple, twisting it just right.

It comes all at once. Senku’s back arches into Tsukasa’s hold and his legs wrap around the alpha’s waist, desperate for more contact. Tsukasa groan in response and leaves the first of many, many bites on Senku’s chest. Senku gasps, pain and pleasure merging into his voice. “Ngh—Fuck, Tsukasa...!”

Senku’s ragged pants are the only sound filling the room for a long time. He struggles to regain control over his breath, his body still shaking with involuntary spasms. He can feel Tsukasa’s lingering gaze on him. For some reason Senku can’t fully understand—or refuses to try to—he wouldn’t mind if Tsukasa looked at him forever. A shuddering moan leaves Senku’s lips when one of Tsukasa’s rough fingers brush over his scent gland.

“You’re leaking.” Tsukasa’s voice is barely a whisper. Senku stares at him in confusion until he remembers Tsukasa’s previous partner was a sub omega.

Omegas’ scent glands are always producing special oils that dissolute in the form of pheromones. Said production can vary according to the situation and who the omega is with and their scents tend to grow specially stronger during arousal. It’s not unheard of omegas who produced so many oils in the presence of a compatible partner that it started to leak.

Tsukasa rubs his wet fingers together, staring at them in absolute wonder. Senku’s positive he never saw it happening before. Senku himself only saw this happen a handful of times during particularly strong heats.

Senku’s heart skips a beat. He tilts his head to the side, giving him more access to the area. His lips curve into a dazed smile. “Come take your reward, alpha.”

Tsukasa’s eyes flutter at his words. A sigh escapes him when the alpha’s lips press against his scent gland. His tongue comes right after, tasting the omega’s sweet fluids. He licks once, twice, and his hips start rubbing against Senku’s. Senku grinds back, cock hardening with Tsukasa’s attention to the sensitive area of his neck.

It’s good, so, so good. Senku wants more. He needs more. He wants everything Tsukasa’s willing to give him, anything he deems Senku worthy of.

A whine escapes him when Tsukasa pulls him into a kiss. There’s no gentleness in this one, no calm and no reservation left. Senku struggles to keep up with the alpha’s relentless pace. Shaking fingers try to work Senku’s pants open.

“Ah—‘Kasa, here, listen,” Senku breaths out between kisses. Tsukasa grunts in response, attacking his neck again. Senku squirms under his lips. “Alpha... Do everything you want to me.”

“Fuck, Senku,” Tsukasa curses against his skin. His entire body shakes. Senku can feel the tension emanating from him. “Please, don’t—”

Senku holds the alpha’s face between his hands. Sweat drips from Tsukasa’s forehead and his expression is twisted into pain. He’s fighting Senku’s command. Senku does his best to swallow his own discomfort, to keep his scent from turning sour. He offers the alpha a small smile. “Hey, it’s okay. I can take it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” The confession makes something infinitely tender bloom in Senku’s heart. He kisses Tsukasa’s forehead.

“And you won’t. I trust you, Tsukasa. And, even if something happens, I’ll stop you,” he reassures in a low, low voice. “C’mon now. You’re my good alpha, aren’t you?” Tsukasa sucks in a breath. He nods slowly. Senku can feel his command taking effect as Tsukasa’s body relaxes. He smiles. “And don’t forget: don’t hold back.”

A raw growl fills the room, so loud Senku’s body vibrates at the sound of it, overwhelmed by the sheer desire in Tsukasa’s voice. If before Tsukasa took things slow, now he’s the very embodiment of impatience. Senku doesn’t mind the change. He’s known from day one that, deep down, Tsukasa’s a very demanding sub. Senku knew what he was getting himself into when he gave his commands and now he’s getting exactly what he wants.

Tsukasa has enough control to try and unbutton Senku’s pants. When his unsteady hands fail a second time, he simply rips the the clothing apart. And, oh, Senku definitely shouldn’t be this turned on for having his new clothes ruined. Tsukasa’s mindless shows of strength will be the death of him if his own excitement doesn’t kill him first.

He barely has the time to be relieved now that the pressure of his pants and underwear are gone. It takes no longer than the time of a blink for Tsukasa to have Senku throat-deep inside him. He bobs his head up and down, hands effortlessly forcing Senku’s legs apart. Senku’s fingers grab Tsukasa’s hair, stuck between pulling him away and pushing him down further. He throws his head back, moans leaving him non-stop. Senku shivers when a finger probs his entrance.

Had him been in his right mind, Senku would’ve been ashamed of coming a second time from so little stimulation. But he isn’t. All he can think and see and smell is Tsukasa, and nothing about Tsukasa could ever be bad for him.

Tsukasa swallows every last drop of it. He lets go Senku’s cock with a loud pop. His smile makes Senku shiver. “Look at you. Such a mess already,” he practically purrs. He pushes the first finger inside Senku. The invasion makes Senku’s cock twist in interest.

“Clearly not enough if I can still talk,” he retorts, grinning at Tsukasa. Any sense of self-preservation he had left disappeared long ago. Not even his trembling legs serve to bring him back to reason. “You can do better, ‘Kasa. Didn’t you say you’d shut me up? Hm? I’m waiting,” he teases.

Senku squirms when Tsukasa curls his finger inside him. It’s a small, silent revenge. He hovers over Senku, their lips almost touching. One finger pulls out of Senku and two push inside, stretching his drenched hole further. Senku’s eyes roll in pleasure. Tsukasa’s smirk will forever taunt Senku’s dirtiest dreams. “Say that again when I’m done with you. I dare you.”

Senku’s gaze falls to the alpha’s still covered crotch. Oh.

The most important lesson Senku learns that night is: never, never provoke Tsukasa.

He lost count how many times he came under Tsukasa’s hands. His body is so sensitive the lightest touch could be enough to bring him over the edge. He wonders if his next orgasm will be normal or if it’ll be dry again, like every single one after the fourth time. Will it be Tsukasa’s finger that’ll make him cum again? Or will suck Senku? Maybe even eat him out? Or perhaps he’ll deem enough to be enough and knot him again. Senku’s hole still burns a little from the stretch of Tsukasa’s mercilessly big knot.

What a little greedy thing Senku is. His mouth waters just imagining having it again inside him.

He lies on top of Tsukasa’s sleeping body. The alpha’s cock is soft against Senku’s thigh, teasing Senku’s shameless fantasies. Their bodies are covered in cum and sweat and all sorts of other fluids. Senku’s yet to stop leaking slick and oils. There’s no way the sheets under them aren’t permanently damaged at this point. Senku huffs. That’s not important. He can always buy new ones, after all.

He glances at Tsukasa’s sleeping face. His lips are slightly parted and his eyes move under his eyelids. Senku wonders what he’s dreaming of. He hopes it’s a good dream. Tsukasa deserves good dreams. Even more if Senku’s suspicion is proven true.

Senku lets out a shuddering sigh. He disentangles himself from Tsukasa carefully. His legs still feel weak when he walks away from the bed and into the bathroom. He goes through a quick cleaning routine. When he doesn’t feel as gross anymore, he reaches for the cabinet under the sink. From there, he takes a small silver key.

He stares at his wrist band, the only thing Tsukasa couldn’t tear away from him no matter how hard he tried. Senku slips the tiny key into the hidden slot. A shudder runs through his body when the band falls to the floor with a muffled clink. Senku sighs and pulls himself back to his feet. He barely made it back to the bathroom’s door when an overwhelmingly sour scent reaches him. He doesn’t give his overwhelmed, overstimulated body a second thought before running back to his nest.

Tsukasa is stitting near the edge of the bed, shaking from head to toe. His cheeks are glistening wet. Senku can’t stop himself from cursing these tears. They don’t belong here, in Tsukasa’s beautiful face.

He holds him close, words of comfort and reassurance leaving his mouth non-stop. Senku’s scent sweetens in hopes of easing Tsukasa’s obvious distress. Tsukasa hugs him back, his hold stronger than the past night. His voice is barely audible over his ragged pants. “So... Sorry, I... T-Thought you were gone.”

Senku’s heart twists painfully. He can’t help but wonder if this is what happened to Tsukasa, if, one day, he simply woke up to find himself alone with baby to raise while his mate sought a different life.

Senku never wanted to beat that woman as much as he does now.

“I won’t leave you. Never,” Senku says. He doesn’t need to think about it, for each word is nothing but the absolute truth in his heart. “All I want is to always be by your side, Tsukasa.”

Tsukasa’s breath hitches. Senku can feel tears falling on his shoulder. “You can’t promise that.”

“I can.” Senku’s tone leaves no room to argue.

He forces Tsukasa to look up at him. They’re still dark, far darker than Senku would consider normal. Only then it hits him. His command is still in place. Tsukasa’s yet to fulfill it. Senku bits his lip. He brushes his thumb over Tsukasa’s cheeks, wiping his tears in the process.

“Why do you refuse me, Tsukasa?” The alpha averts his gaze. Senku’s resolution doesn’t wave. “I told you everything you want, didn’t I? What is it that you’re still holding back after everything?” His silence makes Senku want to scream. “Answer my question now,” he commands.

For the better or worse, Tsukasa’s betrayed glare is the last thing Senku’s worried about. Tsukasa doesn’t offer resistance to this command—Senku suspects, out of exhaustion. “I want you. I want to be your mate. But...”

Senku breathes out slowly. “But...?”

“We just met for the first time yesterday. I didn’t know if you—” He chokes out a sob.

“You were scared I didn’t want you to bite me,” Senku finishes the sentence. He swallows, climbing off Tsukasa’s lap to sit by his side instead. “Y’know, you’re not the only one with a broken heart. There’s someone I loved for a long time too. He’s been one of my best friends for over a decade now. A sub alpha, just like you.”

Senku pauses at the thought of Chrome. For some reason, his heart doesn’t skip a beat at the memory of the alpha anymore and he definitely doesn’t feel hurt for what he lost before. He doesn’t know when it happened, nor what exactly changed it, but he now knows there’s nothing and no one else in his mind anymore.

In his heart, only Tsukasa remains.

“In ten years I didn’t him or any other alpha to my apartment. None of them even dreamed of setting foot in my nest. No one... Until you.” Senku huffs out a laugh. “I’ve always been terrified of letting anyone in and now... Now I’m terrified of letting you go.” Senku takes Tsukasa’s hand into his own. He presses his lips to each of his fingers, a silent thank you lingering in each kiss. “I want you to stay, ‘Kasa. Not just today or tomorrow... I want you forever.” Senku places Tsukasa’s hand over his scent gland. It’s even more swollen than the previous night, oils leaking in heavy drops. Perfect to be bitten through, Senku realizes. “So please... Lemme have you.”

Tsukasa inhales a sharp breath. His answer comes in the form of a kiss. It’s slow and sweet, dripping with affection and love. Tsukasa pushes Senku down onto the mattress. White and green hair spreads over the sheets underneath in a messy halo. Senku’s hand reaches for Tsukasa, a smile curving his lips. It’s alright, that smile says, I’m here for you.

It’s all Tsukasa needs. He spreads Senku’s legs apart, exposing every last inch of his lover’s body. Sweat gathers on his forehead and drool drips from his chin as he pushes his cock inside Senku. Tsukasa leans forward, his hair falling over his shoulder.

He’s the prettiest thing Senku saw in his entire life.

The alpha’s thrusts are slow and gentle, but no less passionate than all those other times. Tsukasa cradles Senku into his arms like he’s made of glass. Like he’s precious, someone worthy keeping. Senku breaks into tears. If from his own emotions or the stimulation, he’ll never know. He pulls his alpha into a kiss, messy and desperate, exactly how they feel inside.

It’s perfect.

Senku’s the one to break the kiss, his mouth open in a soundless moan. He throws his head back, hips grinding back against Tsukasa. The alpha seems to understand his message, aiming his thrusts at that one spot. Senku’s pulls Tsukasa’s hair, scratches his neck, bites his shoulder, any and everything he can reach, anything to dissipitate the overwhelming pleasure he’s feeling inside.

“I’m coming! Tsukasa, I—Ah!” Senku’s voice is barely a whimper. His body shakes and spasms with his orgasm. Some hot white drops leak from his small cock.

Tsukasa’s thrusts stutter. He lines his teeth with Senku’s scent gland and bites. A scream leaves Senku’s throat. His body convulses from the pain and his first instinct is to push the alpha away from him, to stop it, to reach safety—but then he remembers Tsukasa is his safety. Hands that were ready to push now pull the alpha closer and Senku closes his eyes, forcing himself to stay still. He can feel the bond form between them, thin, fragile threads wover over and over again around their hearts. All pain disappears and bliss fills Senku’s body.

“Mine,” Tsukasa whispers, reverent, adoring. His hips came to a full stop sometime in between. Senku barely registers the knot seating deep inside him.

“Yours,” Senku purrs. A thought crosses his mind and he lets out a chuckle. “Good luck explaining this all to Mirai.”

Tsukasa freezes in place at the mention of his daughter. He then relaxes, sighing. “It’ll be fine. She’ll love you.”

“You can’t know that.”

“You make me happy, Sen. For that, I’m sure she’ll love you.”

His words make Senku’s heart skip a beat. He blinks to get rid of his tears. “I hope you’re right.” After hearing so much about the little girl, Senku knows he’ll be devastated if she rejects him. He smiles. “Don’t think I forgot your reward, silly alpha.”

Tsukasa’s lips quiver into a smile. “Of course you didn’t.”

“I love you, you know that?” Senku only realizes what he said after Tsukasa’s eyes widen. He just smiles back. “Kiss me.”

Those are words he’ll never take back. It’s only the truth, after all. And Tsukasa...

He is the one for me, now and forevermore.