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[ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ ]
𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄?
WARNING: SMUT
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Self-hatred arrived on the weekend, once his rut was over and a whole day had passed, so Nagi had recovered enough to remember the concept of shame. He didn't often overthink, yet found himself falling into it, wondering why he had to be such an animal sometimes. He wasn't much of a fan of the little voice instigating him to get into his best friend's pants and ruin their relationship over it.
We could make him happy, his alpha argued, not just fuck him, claim him. Mate him.
Yeah, yeah, Nagi already knew that. He just didn't want to act on it. Precious friendship was worth more than personal feelings, remember? His alpha huffed, you don't act on anything!
Nagi rolled his eyes; he didn't know if he could see Reo and act like a normal person, not after he had him subjected to so much sex in his imagination that it had to count as a breach of trust in their friendship or something. He wouldn't tell Reo a single thing about it. Anyhow, Nagi might feel guilty, but he wasn't an absolute idiot who would expose himself willingly.
However, when Reo greeted him at the door, Nagi realized that he shouldn't have come. Reo had a tinge of something sugary on top of his fruity scent, and it wasn't perfume. Actually, it was a sign of pre heat.
"Hey, isn't that mine?" Reo pulled him in by the front of the sweatshirt, inspecting his appearance with interest. Nagi was wearing a hoodie that Reo had left months ago over at his house; he had clung to anything that smelt of Reo as soon as he was back home. "It looks good on you."
He pushed him towards his sofa, talking before Nagi could reply. "Take a seat, for now. I was about to send an email so let me just take care of that. I'll come back in a minute, okay?"
Nagi sat and saw his friend hurry back to his room, tying his hair as he walked. He didn't close the door at all, so Nagi watched Reo press a few things on his laptop and lean into the computer before finally slumping on the chair of his desk. Reo smirked at him, making a thumbs-up motion, and then stood up to remove his shirt-
Wait, why was he taking off his shirt? Nagi scratched the inner part of his wrist and saw the skin react, felt the pain — yes, he was very much awake, and Reo was very much shirtless, which usually wouldn't make much of a difference if it weren't because Nagi's pictured him naked for the past three days straight.
"Should I leave?" he blurted out. Reo was about to start his heat, wasn't he? His mind might be hazy, or he could be delirious...
Reo faltered for a second, shame tainting his features. The last thing Nagi wanted was to make him uncomfortable, so why was he looking like that? "Sorry, it's kinda hot right now, with the weather and everything. Plus, it's my house, so I thought... but I can put on a shirt if you prefer."
Nagi swallowed, focusing on his hands instead, unsure of what may happen if he dared to look at Reo right now. "Whatever, you're my best friend. It's not like I've never seen you naked before."
"Yeah." Nagi felt Reo's weight by his side, his fresh scent wrapping him like a hug.
Silence stretched between them and Nagi realized the omega had something on his mind that he couldn't bring himself to say. So Nagi did what he did best and tried to encourage him without words, just the soft squeeze of his hand on Reo's knee.
Oh. Reo's temperature was high already, and the omega relaxed under his touch, letting out a trembling breath. "So, uhm, remember the thing with Chigiri like a month ago? And how it was used to make you both seem less professional than you are and, and how I paid the press to stop talking about it?"
Nagi nodded, still avoiding Reo's gaze. Reo steeled himself again, "Well, uh, while you were busy with your rut, rumors began to spread again because you had checked into a hotel and Chigiri wasn't with you but some... omega was, and they said, well since you kicked this omega out, some people said it was enough confirmation that you and Chigiri, you know. But there was also an article mocking your masculinity and the alpha thing, and calling you sexually impotent-"
"Wait, what?" Nagi couldn't really understand. He finally looked at Reo only to find overwhelming emotion in his purple eyes. "What does it have to do with football? I don't get why everyone's so interested in my sex life all of a sudden. And shouldn't I be hearing about this from Anri instead of you?"
Reo lowered his head a bit, bashful. "I'm telling you first because I paid for it to be stopped, the whole thing: the articles, then the informant so no more info would be disclosed and, well, and I paid someone to hack some tweets so it wouldn't spread online either."
"Wait, but I don't care about those things, why would you go through all that work?"
"Aren't you tired?" Reo abruptly changed topics and covered Nagi's hand over his knee with his own. "I mean, since the thing with Chigiri, you've had a target on your back for lazy journalists. The easiest way to get rid of it would be to have a few... powerful friends, like me. Or, well, or you could be mated to me, and no one would mess with you again."
You could be mated to me. Nagi took a long time to answer because he didn't believe his brain was still working. Had Reo really proposed that to him? To be united so seriously and intimately, with an eternal bond beyond reason, just to protect him? Was he making fun of Nagi?
Nagi began to shake his head, and Reo panicked when the alpha retreated his hand. Reo sat on him with a motion so smooth that Nagi found his lap full of omega in a blink.
"Seishiro, hear me out, please..." his voice was low and wounded. "We're so close already. I could be a good mate for you, I promise. I would do anything to make you happy, I'll be the best omega, I'll try my best, I-"
He was spewing so many words yet making no sense. Nagi could smell his desperation but couldn't understand it; why was he so aggravated? Nagi took him by the waist and tried to pull him off gently. Reo didn't budge; he sat on one of his legs firmly and wrapped his arms around Nagi's neck, keeping him close.
He rested his forehead against Nagi's, and his scent was becoming so intense Nagi's resolve weakened before he could realize it. "Is it so impossible for you to see me as a mate?" Reo whispered, losing the fight in him.
Nagi could only bring himself to say "No" because there was no one his alpha wanted to claim more. But mating was serious, supposed to be for life. Reo had no idea what he was saying. The omega in heat had taken control of his senses.
"No?" Reo distanced himself, wearing the saddest eyes Nagi had ever seen on him.
So he embraced him, taking him in his arms for a moment of comfort, refusing to continue making his omega so somber. Reo let himself be hugged, even if he smelt confused, and he made himself comfortable against Nagi's chest, hiding his face in the crook of his neck. Nagi's voice came out husky but kind, careful, "you don't know what you're asking me to do."
"You don't have to do anything," Reo replied, muffled by Nagi's skin, "I can do all the work, all the time. It'll be me taking care of you, please."
It sounded good, God. Reo was not only an omega he desired, but as a friend, he had proved his loyalty repeatedly. He was a great catch, if only they weren't best friends. And Reo would never forgive him if Nagi were to mate him under these circumstances, not when Reo was so prideful that realizing he had begged for it would humiliate him.
He was in a vulnerable state, and Nagi left an apologetic kiss on the side of his head before taking him by the hips to push him off, though Reo stayed put. Even worse, Reo ground against his leg, making a small pleading sound, "Be mine, alpha, please."
He let out a breathy whimper as he pressed down on Nagi's leg, dick and pussy rubbing against the alpha's thick thigh. His scent turned sweeter as he grew wet, and his movements became more frantic while he rocked back and forth, panting a little. Nagi could see the small tent on his pants, as well as feel how aroused the omega was getting, and he began to react when Reo licked the side of his neck and nibbled at his scent gland with eagerness.
He grew hard under his pants too and tightened his hold on Reo's hip to keep him still, although it only made Reo frustrated and slicker. Fuck, the slick. It was so exquisitely powerful Nagi could almost taste it in his mouth.
His alpha was growing excited, even more so when Reo took Nagi's hand on his hip and guided it towards his ass as if he wanted to be touched and groped. For a second of bliss, Nagi squeezed, earned himself a muffled groan, and Reo arched his back slightly for him to press down further. Over the clothes, Nagi slid his middle finger over his pussy and got a high-pitched moan in response, feeling Reo's dick twitch against his leg.
Fuck. Reo nuzzled Nagi's neck and sucked at his glands, Nagi's scent mixing with his. That's how it should have always been between them, mixed together in the air, in the whole room and Reo's nest. Nagi pressed the tip of his finger against Reo's cunt again, intending to pleasure him this time, and felt Reo spasm in response, probably clenching around nothing while his hunger for a knot grew.
When Reo tried to kiss him, though, when his breath ghosted over Nagi's lips, Nagi snapped out of it. Reo was riding his thigh and his hand — or trying to — and Nagi couldn't cross that line, not with Reo in heat. He removed his touch so quickly Reo huffed, and before he could give in again, Nagi was using his voice.
"Off, omega, get off. "
Reo had a whole body shudder, and then he was sliding off Nagi's leg to sit next to him on the couch, disoriented. One second he was on cloud nine, the next he was- well, had Nagi just rejected him? Reo blinked a few times, processing the command.
His eyes filled with tears after reaching a conclusion.
Good alphas don't command their omegas, Nagi knew. Furthermore, good alphas didn't make their omegas feel like shit.
Nagi ran a hand over his face, remorseful. "I'm sorry. I just... needed you to stop."
The other merely nodded, brushing away his tears with the back of his hand.
Nagi refrained from touching him again, having to hold back the impulse. "What are you crying about, silly?" he muttered, hoping it wasn't because he had let Nagi touch him or that he wasn't upset because Nagi had used his alpha voice.
Nagi's never been a violent alpha; he's never been much of an alpha, really. But if he hadn't forced Reo to stop, who knew how that could have ended?
"It's just my stupid omega..." Reo explained, sniffing lightly. "Keeps saying how you really don't like me."
Nagi wasn't expecting that assumption at all; he scratched the back of his neck, at a loss of what to do. "No, Reo, you're my friend. You know I care about you." Maybe being rejected at the beginning of his heat was what hurt him so much? Nagi had to remind him he was the problem, not Reo. "And you could get any alpha you wanted-"
"I don't want any alpha. I want you." Reo cut him off.
He stood up hurriedly when Nagi didn't reply, and the alpha knew something had broken between them. "Reo," he called out, a thousand questions on the tip of his tongue.
The other rushed to leave the scene and go to his room, alone. "I'm sorry, this was so stupid."
"Reo."
"I've only ever wanted you, Seishiro," he said by the door. "Forgive me for being so foolish."
And after he had locked himself away, Nagi remained in his living room, wondering what exactly those words meant.
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