Only Mine

Chapter 1

Without a second thought, not even a minute passed before every trace of Ren ever being in that room vanished.

The sound of the door shutting, even though it was quiet, roused the omega from his sleep. His entire body felt sore and he grimaced when he moved to sit up. He felt the cool breeze against his bare legs and looked around the room, searching for someone who was no longer there.

Giving a barely noticeable sigh, he reached behind his neck to scratch at the stinging sensation there. As his fingers touched the raised welt, he brought his fingers in front of his face to see them stained with his own blood. Shocked senseless, he looked back to the door that closed earlier. He jumped up with a rush of emotions coursing through him, his lips moving as soundless words escaped from his lips.

But Ren was no longer there, the only thing left was the mark left on the nape and the light colored fluid trickling down the omegas thighs.

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"Why do you look like you just had the worst night of your life?" Arimori Kichirou was sitting on his living room floor, his legs outstretched and his three year old son, Misaki, between his legs, giggling happily as he squeezed a worn out teddy bear. Kichirou was Misaki's mother, as an omega who had a mate, it was not uncommon for males to also be mothers of their children. The mother son pair had the same blueish black hair but Misaki had his father's amethyst eyes.

Ren was sitting on the couch behind Misaki, his chin resting on his fist, his reddish brown hair falling into his eyes, covering them before he blew out a breath to move his bangs. The gold flakes in his eyes seemed duller than they usually were, which was why Kichirou had asked such a question. The expression on Ren's face was also not a pleasant one. His eyebrows were scrunched together, and his lips were curved down in an obvious frown.

Grumbling under his breath, Ren's voice came out as a growl, "I don't know if it was the worst or even the best. I can't remember most of it."

Kichirou's hands stilled where they were on Misaki's chubby arms and he raised his head to look at Ren with an astonished expression, his bright blue eyes wide under his black rimmed glasses. Ren and Kichirou had been best friends for almost ten years, and this statement from him spoke volumes.

"How much did you drink?" Came Kichirou's response, as he slowly enunciated each word as if Ren was still at the bar drinking.

Another grumble came out of Ren's mouth as he ran a hand through his hair. "I don't think I did?"

He was trying to remember if he had drank anything even as he said it. Had he drank? He didn't remember going to the bar. The only thing he could remember at that moment were those bright teal eyes yearning for him as his hands caressed each part of that lithe body beneath him. Everything else from that night, no even that entire day, was a complete blur. It was as if he had been drugged and had lost his memories of the entire day.

"Reeeen~" The soft childish voice jolted him from his thoughts. When he looked up, Misaki was already clinging to his pants leg and using the fabric to crawl his way up into Ren's lap. Misaki's black hair was sticking up every which way, completely uncontrollable. His purple eyes shined with mirth as he finally settled into Ren's lap, reaching his chubby hands up to pat at Ren's face. "Ren? Tummy hurt?" His innocent question, and the confusion in his eyes brought a smile to Ren's face. He couldn't resist pulling Misaki closer into a much needed hug.

Squealing in delight, Misaki tried to hug back, but his arms were not long enough for a full on hug. He ended up looping his arms around Ren's neck and dangling there like a monkey. With the warmth of the small child in his arms, Ren felt oddly comforted, when he looked up at Kichirou again, the gentle expression on Kichirou's face struck a chord within Ren's heart. He didn't dare admit that he had once wished the Misaki was his child, not Jun's. Even as he thought this, he heard steps from behind him.

Standing there, straightening his tie, was Kichirou's mate, Jun. Jun had been Kichirou's student when he was still teaching high school, now they had been together for almost six years, and anyone could see love they had for one another sparkling in every gesture. Jun's amethyst eyes narrowed on Ren before taking a glance at the watch on his wrist.

"You three are going to be late if you do not leave soon." His voice was almost nonchalant in the way he said it, but when Ren and Kichirou looked at the clock, they both jumped up, Misaki still hanging around Ren's neck giggling. From there, the two grown men ran around the room like chickens with their heads cut off. Kichirou was stuffing a small backpack which was obviously Misaki's and Ren was convincing Misaki to put on his coat. Jun watched his son, husband, and their friend with an amused look on his face as he himself continued to get ready.

Almost four years ago when Misaki had been born, Jun had decided then and there that he would do anything for his son and husband. The love he felt for the two of them went beyond any feeling he had ever felt before. A lot had happened in that time period, and now Jun was working at a law firm, hoping to help any omegas in need. Kichirou had quit the high school and was now teaching at a grade school with children who did not care if he was an omega. However, the biggest changes that had happened had to have been to Ren. Jun looked over at his once rival and sighed. The alpha had had a lot happen to him in the past three years, and those who knew him could see it in his eyes.

"Papa!!" Misaki giggled, running away from Ren towards Jun. His arms were outstretched and a bright smile was on his face. It seemed Ren had lost the coat battle. Misaki reached up toward Jun, the universal sign that he wanted picked up. Jun didn't move to pick Misaki up but just tousled his hair. Misaki pouted and hid behind Jun's legs instead.

"Oi!!" Ren yelled, "Come put on your jacket, I need to take you to daycare!"

Misaki giggled then said, "Don't wanna!"

Ren grumbled under his breath but didn't move to go grab Misaki. Instead he turned around and grabbed the small backpack that Kichirou had prepared. Grabbing his own jacket, Ren started walking towards the front door.

"Fine," Ren told the small child, "If you don't want to put your coat on, I'm leaving you and I'm going to eat your lunch instead." Misaki's eyes grew wide and he ran out from behind Jun's legs, chasing after Ren as fast as he could.

"NO!" Misaki yelled, "Mama made that for me! Not you!" Since Ren's back was turned toward Misaki, the child did not see the grin that was plastered on his face. Kichirou turned away to hide his chuckle. Ren smoothed his face into a stern look before he turned around and looked solemnly down at Misaki.

"You'll put on your jacket then?"

"Yeah. That's my lunch. You can't have it." Misaki was glaring at Ren, his little chubby cheeks flushed red from the way he had his lips puckered. Ren almost lost it but reached his arm out with Misaki's coat. Misaki didn't even grumble as the older alpha helped slip his arms into the jacket, his face still scrunched up in an imitation of being angry.

Once the small child was finally bundled up, Ren reached out and lifted him up into his arms. Misaki pouted and turned his face away. Jun's chuckle resounded from the other side of the room as he slipped on his own jacket at the front door. Kichirou was right behind them, sliding his shoes on.

The three adults left the house with smiles on their faces while Misaki still continued to pout. Berating Ren that he wasn't allowed to eat his Mama's cooking anymore and that he needed to do it himself.