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Kenma's phone was ringing five minutes after he woke up.
It could only be one person and he considers letting it go to voicemail, but then he may spend the afternoon calling over and over. It's pathetic how badly he wants Kenma out of all the omegas who orbit around him on a daily basis, never mind his actual wife.
The ringtone plays, breaking the relative silence of Kenma's bedroom, his cat's ears twitch in the direction of the nightstand and she gives a little glare as it also interrupted her sleep. Kenma thought it was amusing at first, assigning the man a song from one of the Yakuza games since his tan skin was colorfully decorated with an irezumi, but now it irritates him.
Just a little.
His brain helpfully supplied his last memory with Tetsurou, too much booze involved, too many giggling omegas surrounding him, a fatal reminder that Kenma wasn't anything special to the man. Logic and rationality could only go so far when Kenma's heart ached to belong to this alpha, he hung onto all those sweet words and praise that was freely given to him each time they'd meet up.
Then Tetsurou would hand him a band of yen and send him off on his way, that's how their relationship worked. Purely translational. Kenma was stupid, Kenma didn't fall for clients, Kenma was supposed to be the one who rejected their weird attempts of controlling him.
He's cut off plenty of alphas who wanted to take it further, he didn't give a shit once he had their money in his pocket. It should've been the same with Tetsurou, the man was mated, married, and his priorities would never lie with Kenma at the forefront. Keiji said this happens to everyone at least once, there's always that one client who is impossible to forget and you'd be willing to let them sink their fangs into your scent gland.
So Kenma fucked off to Seoul for the summer, he had other clients who lived here, had internet friends he met through streaming. It took approximately two weeks for Tetsurou to message him, inviting him to another party to play as his arm candy and Kenma promptly ignored it. Tetsurou had every other omega in Tokyo to choose from and despite Kenma muting his number, the yakuza sent him dozens upon dozens of texts asking for Kenma, wondering where he went, if he was okay, nearly begging for his attention.
Kenma returned to Tokyo a week ago, just in time to celebrate his birthday with his close friends and visit his parents since they missed him. His fans were excited to see him streaming back at home, his cat was pleased to have her proper space again, and Tetsurou… guess he was still keeping up with Kodzuken. Did Kenma seriously want to return to that?
He let out a groan before finally reaching out for his phone, Tetsurou's handsome, dumb face was on the display as he was calling for a second time now. Kenma didn't get it, Tetsurou should have stopped giving a shit and moved onto someone else. Or fucked his wife. Why was he hellbent on tormenting Kenma with his whining and needy behavior?
"What?"
"Good afternoon to you too, kitten." Tetsurou's deep voice had his omega immediately waking up, wanting more of alpha, "Did I wake you?"
"Mmh… yeah, so tell me what you want before I hang up." Kenma reached out to run his fingers through Aimi's orange fur, she was quickly purring in response.
"You disappeared for four months, Kenma, you could at least tell me where you went." Ugh, it was a mistake to ever give Tetsurou his real name, "I was worried about you, I had my men scouring the entire fucking country for you."
"… Didn't look hard enough, I guess." Kenma sniffed as he could picture Tetsurou tugging on his messy, black hair in distress, dumb alpha, "did you want to book or lecture me? I don't have much time to talk."
"I know you just woke up and I know you lay in bed for at least an hour contemplating on whenever you have to drag yourself out of bed, so don't give me that—"
"I will hang up on you." Kenma interrupted, his tone remained calm even as his heart raced inside of his chest and his omega was so excited for alpha. He wouldn't let himself get hurt again, he wasn't supposed to fall in the first place, but Tetsurou's charms were overwhelming.
His charms, his cocky attitude, the power he held over everyone in his clan, and well, his cock.
"Tonight, come to the club, tonight," Tetsurou blurted out, "it'll just be us, nobody else."
"I have plans," Kenma lazily replied, knowing damn well his schedule was clear, "how about Saturday night? We can still meet at the club."
"Fine, that works for me."
"Send the money before then, I'll see you then." Kenma promptly hung up and let out a soft sigh, seems spending the summer away from Tetsurou did very little in curbing how much he liked him. And missed him. And wanted to see him in person.
A notification buzzed on his phone minutes later, a large amount of yen was transferred into his account and Kenma just had to quietly smile at the visual of Tetsurou typing in whatever fucking number before hitting send. It was more than enough for Kenma to spoil himself with a new dress and jewelry and high heels and all that to look pretty and fuckable for an alpha who apparently couldn't function without him.
Kenma mentally prepared himself in the days following, he told Keiji about finally answering Tetsurou and his best friend honestly couldn't determine if that was a good thing or not. If Kenma could keep their relationship strictly transactional then fine, Tetsurou could do whatever the fuck he wished. But… Kenma had to contain his feelings for the alpha, he was a playboy, a wanted criminal, a married man that Kenma would never have the full rights to.
Ridiculous, maybe he should have stayed in Seoul for the rest of his life.
This was only supposed to be a side gig that brought in spare cash when he began to stream, but once Kenma got over his shy nerves of fucking strangers for money, he found himself really enjoying it. Separating himself from all these other alphas was easy work, he pretended, performed, and got paid for being their pretty omega to fuck into for an hour or so and maybe Kenma was a bit of a cock slut.
He stared back in the mirror once he finished drawing on his dark eye liner, his fans would lose their fucking minds if they saw the lazy Kodzuken wearing a black skin tight mini dress with a full face of make up. His collarbones were layered with a few necklaces that Tetsurou gifted him, along with bracelets on his small wrists and dangling earrings that were somewhat covered by his silky hair.
He thought about bleaching it again, but he liked the sight of the barely there blond tips that were bunched up in a half bun. This is the face and body that Tetsurou has seen for months now, the one he expects to sit on his lap and submit to him as he knows those other alphas in his clan are watching. They want a taste that Tetsurou is too possessive to let them have.
Kenma… likes it. He can't help the smile that creeps across his lips that induces a small laugh. Tetsurou is… Tetsurou is desperate for him, months without anything and Kenma is emptying his bank account without even a single kiss. How is Kenma supposed to be scared of a big, bad, powerful yakuza when he's this pussy whipped over an omega that isn't even his wife?
A small rush of power goes to Kenma's head, but he'll stay cool. Calm. Collected. He'll get an uber an hour before midnight and text Keiji out of habit before he goes off to see any of his clients. The club is where they usually meet, maybe a hotel or Tetsurou's home if the yakuza is feeling like a risk taker.
The bouncer goes from bored to alert once Kenma walks up to the door, ignoring the long line of people who have been waiting for god knows how long. He instantly lets Kenma inside, no questions asked, no comments to be made, the guy almost seemed a little terrified of his presence. Kenma knows this club is full of criminals and the omegas they fuck, he was scared to even walk past the front doors the very first time he came here.
But now everything is familiar. Alisa tending the customers at the bar. Yaku sitting at the DJ booth. The various faces of Tetsurou's inner circle that Kenma has memorized, Taketora with his flock of younger omegas and Lev dancing like a fool on the dance floor. Nekoma barely made the headlines, if ever, Kenma learned they lurked in the shadows like feline predators and struck without their targets ever knowing.
Kenma was ultimately defenseless if they did want to get rid of him… however he felt those eyes on him from the VIP section up above. Tetsurou was the only shield he needed, no one would dare to lay a finger on the omega. Another set of guards were posted at the bottom of the staircase and they were quick to let Kenma up as well, perhaps all eyes were on the lookout for him.
It was rare indeed to see the VIP section empty, barren of anyone else except for Tetsurou and the bottle of liquor he'd ordered. Those predatory eyes were locked on Kenma, following his every step as the omega approached the corner booth that Tetsurou was occupying. Kenma hadn't worn any scent patches nor took blockers, he could see the visible tension in Tetsurou's body as the sweet apple washed over him.
"I'm at your service, alpha."
Tetsurou was silent for a moment, setting down his glass as he looked over Kenma, his nostrils flaring from that familiar scent, his other hand balling over his thigh. Such a difference from their previous meeting, Kenma walked out assuming he'd never hear from Tetsurou again, that the alpha would simply replace him.
Yet now he hesitates on even touching Kenma.
"You're not hurt?"
"Not as far as I know."
"They didn't… no one took you? Or forced you to stop talking to me?"
"Nope." Kenma nearly sounded bored, but he didn't miss how Tetsurou's eyebrows furrowed, how his broad shoulders were drawn up from the tension. The alpha's pheromones were tinged with a distress and a sour fatigue that had Kenma's omega whining to comfort him.
"Where did you go?" Tetsurou softly asked, extinguished was the fire in the eyes of an alpha who ruled the underworld… instead there was worry, a rough sorrow. A man who'd been tearing this city apart to find on omega who disappeared under his nose.
"Traveling, went to see some friends, stayed with other clients… I didn't think you'd care enough to miss me this badly, Tetsurou." Kenma strolled up closer, walking past the table to see Tetsurou scooting across the cushions to meet him.
"You ignored all my messages, I thought…" Kenma went to slot himself between Tetsurou's legs, he took the alpha by the chin and let his pheromones spill out from his glands, "you could've said something."
"I'm just a whore, you pay me to be a fuck hole for your knot, there's nothing beyond that," Kenma said as their eyes locked, he felt a warm, possessive hand taking his waist, "you have all these other omegas to satisfy you, why are you trying to chase me down?"
"Because you're mine." Tetsurou bit out, he squeezed Kenma's waist and his harsh tone may have caused any other omega to cower in fright, "I've thought of nobody else, but you. I was just about willing to massacre this entire alliance to find you, in case someone was keeping you somewhere or… I can't do that again, you can't just leave me."
"Is that what I have to do to keep your attention?" Kenma's fingers trailed down to Tetsurou's throat, there was a swirl of ink on the right side that his fingers traced over, "just fuck off and hope you'll come banging down my door?"
"You always have me, Kenma, I don't give a fuck about anyone else." The hands on his waist pulled him closer, hazel eyes stayed fixed with gold, the air was thick with both of their scents mixing.
"Don't treat me like I'm one of your cheap groupies again, I'm not here to fight over you." Kenma said as he curled his slim fingers around Tetsurou's throat, the alpha would probably let him do it in the moment.
"I won't, I missed omega, I… I didn't know how badly I needed you here, with me." Tetsurou confessed, "Let me show you, let me make it up to you."
"I did miss your knot…" Kenma casually replied, immediately getting a whiff of Tetsurou's arousal as he scrunched his nose, despite slicking up his panties, "you could be a little less eager, what if your men saw you like this?"
"They'd be relieved, I've been nothing short of a fucking nightmare around them all." Tetsurou kissed Kenma's stomach and nuzzled his cheek on it, "I'll fuck you however you want, just don't go."
"Needy…" Kenma sighed, but ran his fingers through Tetsurou's hair nonetheless, allowing a brief window to be vulnerable with him. He missed this alpha, but he wasn't about to give himself entirely, that'd be a huge mistake.
"Can I?" Tetsurou blinked up at Kenma, his deft fingers toying around the hem of Kenma's dress, he was certainly at eye level with his cunt that was slicking even more.
"Do what you want to earn my forgiveness, alpha."
There was that sly smile on Tetsurou's lips as he eased up Kenma's dress to reveal his lace panties and the prominent, small bulge held within them. He spent a few moment kissing and licking just outside of his panties, taking his sweet time as Kenma's omega was screaming for it inside of his head. Yeah… yeah, Kenma missed his alpha's mouth and fingers and even more.
Some hip-hop song played as Tetsurou tugged his panties down his fat thighs, there were thin strings of slick that Tetsurou was obviously drooling at. He wasted little time running his tongue over his inner thighs, not wasting a single drop of Kenma's sweetness that he's missed out on over the entire summer. And maybe the omega was only thinking of Tetsurou whenever he bedded an alpha.
None of them fucked him like Tetsurou did. They didn't have the same adoration in their eyes when they looked up at Kenma and happily took his tiny omega cock in their mouths. Kenma hissed in pleasure as he felt that wet tongue on the underside of his cock, as well as fingers pressing into his soaking cunt.
People were on the first floor, dancing and drinking and singing to the song that was playing as Kenma gripped Tetsurou's hair and fucked forward into his wet mouth. Oh how he did miss this alpha, Keiji was so right from the very start… it didn't matter how much money someone threw at him or how handsome they were. Tetsurou was the one who captured his heart, it wasn't some simple crush or a forgettable one night stand, Kenma needed Tetsurou in his life.
His cunt was absolutely dripping as Tetsurou's fingers stretched him out and sucked him off at the same time, Kenma's little body could barely take the double stimulation. It didn't help that Tetsurou's pheromones were overwhelming dominating their area, coaxing a familiar haze in Kenma's mind. Alpha was always so good to him when they were alone, just the two of them, he was sweet and caring and loved to fuck Kenma in all the right ways.
Kenma could whine and moan as much as he wanted up here, no one was going to hear it over the booming music and noise of everyone downstairs. Tetsurou knew just what he was doing with his mouth and skilled fingers, pushing deeper into Kenma's cunt and curling in the right spot to have omega crying his name. He licked and sucked on the head of his cock, swollen lips wrapping around around it and taking Kenma's breath away at the very lewd sight of Tetsurou's mouth being full.
This man was dangerous, yet Kenma stood above him, alpha just wanted to be good for him, show omega how he missed him. This meeting wasn't going to end any other way, Kenma wouldn't dramatically walk out again and tell Tetsurou to fuck off and die. His heart was terribly weak for the yakuza… and honestly, he wouldn't have it any other way.
His orgasm rolled through his entire body, his hole gushed with arousal and dripped down Tetsurou's wrist onto the floor and the alpha swallowed down the pitiful amount of come that spilled from his cock. He then licked up the mess from his pussy and greedily pushed his tongue into his pink tongue, making Kenma whine even more on his shaky legs.
"Knot… give me your knot, alpha…"
"That's a good girl, beg for me." Tetsurou purred, he saw his chance and instantly took it. Big hands were on Kenma's little waist and he was placed on the couch, his dress riding up to his stomach. Tetsurou only unbuckled his belt and pulled the zipper down on his pants, too desperate and horny to fuck into this omega who he thought he lost forever.
Kenma grasped onto his biceps as Tetsurou dipped low to kiss him, it was messy and needy and Kenma moaned into his mouth when that massive cock slid into him. Again, no one stuffed him full like Tetsurou, no one had his omega squealing with joy about alpha paying attention to them. Everyone else was great for padding his account with piles of yen, but Tetsurou carved his way into his heart and refused to leave.
"Missed this cunt, baby, I should punish you for taking it away from me." Tetsurou drawled, he was pushing into Kenma with quick and harsh thrusts. Yaku was saying something from the DJ booth, but Kenma caught none of it when he was too focused on getting fucked, just laying there and taking it like a good omega.
Every thought, every doubt, every lingering sense of logic was fucked clean out of his pretty head when surrounded by Tetsurou's scent and his heavy weight on top of him and huge cock fucking right into his fertile womb. This is why it took Kenma so long to ditch him in the first place, Tetsurou was more than your average alpha, he was dominant and highly addictive from the first hit. Kenma could already feel himself getting sucked into it all over again…
All his hard work of trying to forget Tetsurou, down the drain, fucked over by the swelling knot attempting to bully its way into his tight pussy.
"Has anyone else knotted you? Have you been letting other alphas fuck you?" Tetsurou nearly growled, there was a feral light in his eyes that made Kenma's stomach swoop with arousal.
"Yes, to one of those…" Kenma moaned out as that knot was threatening to stretch him, fuck.
"Fucking whore… you're mine, no one else should knot you, I own this pussy." Tetsurou's hand rested on Kenma's neck, so fragile when Tetsurou was bigger in every single aspect.
"You don't own shit when half the girls in this place know what your knot feels like." Kenma bared his omega fangs as Tetsurou squeezed his neck, just a small amount of pressure as he clearly held back.
The anger on Tetsurou's face was cute and hypocritical, idiot alpha.
"You're going to stay with me, I don't care how much you'll make me pay." Tetsurou sad before surging down for another kiss, mostly tongue as he thrust hard into the smaller omega and pushed his knot inside of him. So close to coming and locking them together.
Kenma would agree to whatever as long as Tetsurou came inside of him, filled his cunt with his hot seed right now. Was this a relapse or could Kenma take advantage of Tetsurou's obsession with him? Only time would tell… but the two were only hyper focused on chasing their climaxes.
Kenma returned back to earth after seeing the stars behind his eyelids and the reality of Tetsurou laying on top of him settled in his bones. Those eyes were softened as they looked back at Kenma and they shared a slow, lingering kiss.
"You really aren't going to tell me what you were up to?"
"How else am I supposed to have a secret spot to escape from your bullshit?"
"Kyanmaaaaaaa!"
"Why did you marry him?"
Tetsurou is only in a towel that's barely clinging onto his hips, there's another towel that's draped over his shoulders and his hair is still damp from the shower he stepped out of. It's still strange to see Tetsurou with his hair down, looking somewhat normal as opposed to a man who helps to run a criminal syndicate. The tattoos all over his skin instantly negate that however.
"Why are you looking through my phone? How'd you even get in there?" Tetsurou wasn't in much of a rush to snatch his phone back as he strolled across his bedroom to approach the omega sitting in his bed.
"Answer my question and maybe I'll think about answering yours." Kenma replied, he had a small smile as he looked up at the taller alpha and admired his gorgeous body, lean yet still packed with muscle. Those were hands that held the capability to take someone else's life.
"My pops told me to marry him, so I did." Tetsurou reached to swipe his phone back, but Kenma only crawled backwards.
"So do you love him?"
"You didn't answer my question, kitten." Tetsurou tossed the smaller towel o his shoulder down to the floor and brought his hands to the one wrapped around his waist. Kenma was shameless about dragging his gaze down Tetsurou's defined collarbones, his tits, his beautiful abs and that V line leading straight towards his cock.
"I'm good with technology… and it wasn't that difficult to guess your pin." Kenma said, "Your turn."
"We work well together, his family is an excellent ally, and…" Tetsurou tugged off the towel completely, giving his soft cock a casual stroke as the omega stared, "he's great at taking orders, doesn't talk back, respects his place…"
"That's not an answer, try again." Kenma replied, his cunt was starting to slick up from watching Tetsurou's hand on his cock, it wouldn't take long for the alpha to be fully erect.
"I tolerate him." Tetsurou said before climbing onto the bed, still seeking out his phone with Kenma backing up a little further. He pressed his socked foot to Tetsurou's chest while holding the phone out of reach.
"Does he tolerate you fucking everyone with a pussy that strolls into your club?"
"I'm not like that anymore," Tetsurou curled his fingers around Kenma's ankle, his sly smile had Kenma aching for it, "it's just you."
"Liar."
"It's true, I was scared when I thought you were gone forever, I'm not fucking that up again." Tetsurou went to kiss his ankle, then along his calf, "I've never felt this way for anyone… I didn't know how love was supposed to feel until I was bashing skulls in trying to find you."
"How romantic, a man spilling blood for little 'ol me." Kenma remained still as Tetsurou left kisses up his calf and knee, he then went to suck in hickeys on his inner thigh. As much as Kenma would love to deny it, Tetsurou has changed… somewhat, their relationship has evolved from getting called to the club for a quick fuck.
He'll take Kenma out on actual dates. He'll bring Kenma to his home. They'll talk for hours about nothing and everything, but they both ignore the existence of Tetsurou's wife. Kenma doesn't know what excuses Tetsurou gives or how their relationship even works, but he always carves in time for this omega. His curiosity was piqued when Tetsurou accidentally left his phone in his jacket and Kenma was the sneaky kitten who plucked it out for investigation purposes
"Do you love me? Or just the money I give you?" Tetsurou nips the fat on Kenma's thigh, he was definitely smell the arousal on Kenma's scent as he's so close to his pussy.
"If you lost all your money tomorrow, you'd never see me again."
"Now whose the liar?" Tetsurou kissed just over his cunt, those shorts barely doing a thing to hide how wet the omega was, "you got so jealous over me that you fucked off from the country and expect me to believe that you don't like me? Not even a little bit?"
"I don't like my time being wasted." Kenma turned his nose up as Tetsurou let out a soft chuckle. He felt Tetsurou's warm lips kiss his waistline as he pushed his sweater up, revealing his pale tummy to leave even more kisses all over. Kenma didn't squirm when Tetsurou's hands slid up his side, he held in a moan as that tongue licked over his sensitive scent gland.
"I'd never want to do that to my princess." Tetsurou purred in his ear, he brought his fingers down to slip into Kenma's shorts and immediately thrust inside of his tight heat. Tetsurou paid him to stay for the weekend, at this point he was just throwing massive amounts of yen at Kenma for the hell of it.
"Where is he?" Kenma asked, his legs spreading wider for Tetsurou as his fingers fucked deeper and Kenma could feel the sharp graze of Tetsurou's fangs on his neck. He could do it and Kenma would have no way of stopping it. He would truly belong to Tetsurou.
"Osaka, he has connections there, I take advantage of them for business." Tetsurou only pulled his fingers away to rid Kenma of his shorts and panties, leaving him in just his oversized sweater.
"So your relationship with him is purely transactional as well?"
"Why do you care, Kenma?" Tetsurou looked down at the smaller omega, his fingers resuming their job of stretching him out, his tiny cock was already leaking on his stomach.
"Just curious." Kenma gasped as Tetsurou picked up the pace, stuffing four fingers into him, the wet sounds of his pussy getting fucked soon filled the room.
"You know what they say about curiosity and nosey kittens…" Tetsurou watched Kenma squirm even more underneath him, becoming undone by his fingers alone, "are you interested in my wife? Want me to invite him in sometime?"
"No!" Kenma moaned as his back began to arch, his slutty little hips pushing down on Tetsurou's wrist, he was beautiful like this.
"Do you want to be my wife? Is that it? Your neck would look so much prettier with my collar around it…" The thought alone had Kenma's scent spilling into the air, his body fully betraying him and exposing his hidden feelings, "oh, Kenma… you know your body can't lie to me."
Their kiss was searing as Tetsurou crashed their lips together and within moments Kenma was coming all over his hand, a puddle of slick was dripping onto the sheets. He wanted to crawl away and hide, wanted to jump out the window and break his neck, wanted to never speak to Tetsurou again in his life.
"Tell me, how can I keep you?" Tetsurou's clean hand cupped Kenma's jaw, forcing him to maintain eye contact, "I want to hear it from your own lips."
"I… I don't like sharing you…" Kenma's pink lips formed into a pout, "I'm the only omega you should be knotting… I won't let you mate me until he's gone."
Kenma almost couldn't believe he said those words. He's not an idiot, he's known omegas who cling desperately to being the mistress out of the hope they'll leave their wives. He was determined not to fall into that trap, it was only about the money, the consistent lie he told himself over and over.
"Consider it handled."
The shift in Tetsurou's voice, was that the tone he used with his clan members? Kenma was tempted to ask how, but he wouldn't. The less he knew was probably for the better. Tetsurou ducked down for another kiss, this one full with passion and promises of what was to possibly come in the future.
Kenma moaned against his lips when Tetsurou pushed into him, knowing full well the alpha has fucked his wife right here in this very spot plenty of times. And yet, he chose Kenma, someone he should see as a whore and a mere thing to waste money on. He fell for Kenma.
None of this was supposed to happen when he agreed to fuck a yakuza.
But was this really the worst route? Kenma couldn't say it was, not when Tetsurou's weight left him for a moment to flip Kenma onto his stomach and his hole was stuffed full again. Kenma raised his hips and cried for Tetsurou to go faster, harder, breed him alpha and every thought was turned into mush.
The hand on the nape of neck caused a wave of submission to wash over his little body, the haze in his brain only growing thicker and his omega steadily taking over. Alpha was fucking him so damn good, his cock was huge and Kenma could practically feel it in his throat from how Tetsurou was drilling into him.
"That's my girl, so good for me, finally being honest about what you need…" Tetsurou's hips slapped against Kenma's ass and Kenma whimpered from how tightly his hand was holding his neck. Possessive. Owning omega.
"Feel like I'm getting to see the true Kenma… and I'm starving for more baby." Kenma whined as that knot was shoved into his cunt, he was gushing with slick down his chubby thighs and Tetsurou was showing no signs of slowing down. His facade was crumbling with every thrust too, whatever persona he built up for Tetsurou, all destroyed by his yearning to be Tetsurou's mate.
"My omega, say it, you're mine."
"All yours! Only yours, alpha!" Kenma tried to buck back against Tetsurou, but the alpha was so heavy on top of him, all he could do was try to keep his own hips up. It'd be soon, a few thrusts really, that they'd be locked together and left with the confirmed knowledge that they felt the very same way about each other. Kenma would have to process this later… when brain wasn't fucked out of his skull.
"Give me some time baby, I'll take care of him." Tetsurou kissed Kenma's shoulder before adjusting them to lay on their sides, his knot buried in Kenma's pussy. Kenma just hummed in response, happy to cuddle with alpha, soon drifting off to sleep.
Kenma saw it in the headlines when he was scrolling through his phone while waiting on the queue to pop, multiple bodies found that were killed execution style in some warehouse. He skimmed through the article as a small pit began to form in his stomach, he hadn't heard from Tetsurou in about a month and there was a quote from one of the detectives talking about how this was likely yakuza related.
He dug through a few other articles, all of them roughly saying the same thing, not releasing the names or any additional information either. Was there a chance it could be Tetsurou? Maybe, maybe not. He seemed far more careful and experienced than this.
He nearly missed the chime of the queue popping and chat was yelling at him to play. He went a few rounds and tried not to get distracted by his worst thoughts consuming him. Tetsurou said he'd take care of this, but at the cost of his own life? No, he wouldn't make a stupid mistake like that.
It was well past midnight when Kenma did get a text, just a simple, 'answer ur door' and he was jumping out of his chair. No questions to how Tetsurou even found his address, he just wanted to see alpha in the flesh. And there he was, alive, dressed like a broke college student as opposed to his spiffy suits he wore to the club.
Kenma couldn't resist hugging him right in the doorway.
"Missed you too, love." Tetsurou kissed his forehead and squeezed him right back.
"… Did you uh…" Kenma started, but paused because it didn't seem the smartest to just ask if he murdered his own ex wife.
"He's still breathing, I just got rid of his allies before they could poison my ranks and gave him the option of staying in Osaka." Tetsurou replied, "I didn't want it to be a whole thing, but my pops is a fan of showing off when it's convenient to him and his agenda."
Ah… so that's why the bodies were allowed to be found…
"I can explain the rest later, but…" Tetsurou caressed his thumb over Kenma's scent gland, "I've been dying to claim what's mine."
Kenma didn't hold back his little, pathetic whine as Tetsurou smirked down at him.
"Turn off your stream, I'll be waiting in your nest, kitten."