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Atsushi's heats were always the worst, because they hit out of seemingly nowhere; absolutely irregular and totally unable to be tracked. Yosano had tried keeping a chart for him, but there appeared to be no rhyme or reason to it and no amount of suppressants taken outside his cycle could even begin to box him into a regular pattern.
It was frustrating and he hated it, jealous of Akutagawa and Chuuya's seemingly normal, standard cycles; regular enough that suppressants dealt with the worst of it all. It made him self-conscious, yet another facet of him broken beyond all measure; and it made him want to crawl into the futon closet and shut the door behind him, never to be seen by the world again.
This particular heat already started out on the wrong foot, making its presence known in the middle of the night when he woke sweaty and overheated, Akutagawa's arm over his side and face pressed into his back. The other omega's touch was heavy, a blank spot in the static frisson that seemed to envelop his entire body; it wasn't relief, not really, but it was something solid that he could anchor to, and recognize.
Akutagawa woke when he shifted, uncomfortable, and after a moment Atsushi felt his breath on the back of his neck, over his spine where the healed-over, scarred-over bite mark lay apparent. "Started again?" Akutagawa's voice was muzzy, too sleepy to have any sour emotion in it. "It's been a while, this time."
His presence drifted away from Atsushi, hand slipping off his side and Atsushi was bereft. He rolled onto his back, slid his legs together and thought about just asking Akutagawa to fuck him until morning. An omega's cock wouldn't quite bring the relief he needed, but a few orgasms would certainly be well on the way to helping.
Akutagawa sat up in bed, phone fetched from under the pillow and held too close to his face, squinting at the bright light that lit his features. He was texting Dazai. Atsushi sighed and sat up as well. "It can wait until morning," he offered weakly, folding his arms and tucking his hands under.
When Akutagawa looked up at him, face lit from underneath by the phone's screen, he just looked tired. "No, you can't," he said, and Atsushi only felt worse, felt his stomach twist into knots and he hung his head, ashamed.
Akutagawa slid his arm over Atsushi's shoulders, pulled him in close, and knocked his head gently against Atsushi's lowered one. "It was supposed to be our weekend," Atsushi muttered, because how fucking often did they manage to line their schedules up like this? "I'm sorry."
"Weretiger," Akutagawa said firmly, and caught Atsushi's chin, tilting his head up so that he could cover Atsushi's mouth with his own. It was nice, for a moment, paused the static—but, it didn't last. "This is only to satiate your hormones long enough to get the suppressants into your system. We shall still have time to ourselves."
Atsushi stared at him in the dim light, and Akutagawa raised a barely-there eyebrow at his searching expression. "I'm just…" Atsushi exhaled, and then let out a small laugh. "Thinking about how nice that is, how considerate you sounded."
Akutagawa said, flatly, "I am always considerate of my mate's needs."
He smiled, a little taken aback by being called Akutagawa's mate (even if it was true), and kissed his cheek. A thought struck him. "You didn't tell Dazai to come here, did you?" He looked around the suite, alarmed, and Akutagawa sniffed.
"Of course not. I asked him to text when he had procured a suitable location." He too, glanced around the room they had gotten for the weekend, for their privacy. "If Dazai came here, we would never get him to leave."
"I should shower and get dressed, if we're going out, then," Atsushi shifted, felt how wet he was, and winced. It wasn't entirely slick. Akutagawa caught his arm, gave him a hungry look and said, firmly, "don't shower."
It was always impressive to Akutagawa how collected Atsushi tended to be on his heats, especially before the suppressants had a chance to integrate into his system. He was mostly functional—sensitive, stinking of pheromones to high heavens and practically dripping between his legs—but alert and not just blindly offering his ass to the first alpha he saw. He was strong, in a way that Akutagawa never could be.
The hotel that Dazai had picked was suspiciously close to the one Akutagawa had reserved a suite in, which made him wonder if he knew and was going to be salty about not being invited into their sanctum. The night clerk at the hotel glanced up when they crossed the lobby, and Akutagawa was certain he could practically see the scent lingering in the air behind Atsushi because the clerk gave them a knowing look before returning to his work.
That was the other part of this he hated so vehemently. He didn't mind when people looked at him as an object to be fucked when he was on his heats, but whenever anyone laid eyes on Atsushi and made that face it took every ounce of the self-control Atsushi had lectured into him to not strike their eyes out with Rashomon. No one looked at his mate like that; not even Dazai.
Dazai.
Akutagawa swallowed and steadied Atsushi, who noticed his apprehension despite everything. "You don't have to stay," Atsushi told him, holding his hand in the elevator, and Akutagawa said, "of course I'm not leaving you alone with him, he'll get you pregnant if he's not supervised."
Atsushi, in the midst of his heat, body aching to be bred, said dreamily, "god, I fucking hope so."
"No you don't," Akutagawa said firmly as the elevator pinged and the doors opened. He knew exactly how ridiculous it was to argue against the hormones that overwhelmed during a heat, the urge to be thoroughly fucked and bred like a bitch overwrote all measure of common sense so he went for the tack that didn't suggest to not open his legs for their alpha. "We're too young for kids. Maybe later."
Atsushi exhaled, eyes glazed, and Akutagawa could smell the rut in the air. It wasn't Dazai's scent; someone else on this same floor was fucking themselves out in an omega but it was enough to disable the rest of Atsushi's sense. Akutagawa, fortunately, had a firm grip on his hand and led him down the hall, counting the numbers off the door until he found the right one, and knocked firmly.
It took a moment of shuffling, but he could smell Dazai now, faint and present. "I was beginning to wonder what happened to you two," Dazai clucked, opening the door still fully dressed, save his coat. He looked over them, standing outside the door—Akutagawa in his civvies, holding Atsushi's hand firmly as Atsushi leaned in the direction of the rut-scent, eyes fixated in the distance.
Dazai's expression slid into a frown, and he said firmly, no playfulness in his tone: "Atsushi."
Atsushi's head snapped around, eyes fixating on his alpha, and Dazai's mouth ticked up into a grin. "Come inside, please."
The room wasn't particularly large or nice, but it didn't need to be, for this purpose. Dazai sat down on the edge of the mattress with a flourish, still having not laid a finger on Atsushi; Akutagawa could feel him trembling through his hand. He made to let Atsushi go but Atsushi didn't release him, back to himself for the moment—and Akutagawa squeezed his hand reassuringly. This wasn't the first time that they'd done this, it definitely wouldn't be the last, and yet it was still gratifying to know that Atsushi was always reluctant to step away from his touch.
"Come on," Dazai said, extending his hand. "Come here, Atsushi-kun."
Atsushi stepped over to him, fingers trailing out of Akutagawa's hand. He stopped just in front of Dazai, presenting himself to his alpha, and Dazai smiled a sharp-toothed grin, looking him over from head to toe, as Akutagawa shrugged off the duffel bag full of clean clothes that Atsushi would undoubtedly need later. "This is a bad one, hmm?" Dazai said, made a show of sniffing the air, and then tugged on the waistband of Atsushi's pants, pulling them down his hips.
His cock was hard, leaking fluid at a pretty steady pace but the insides of his thighs were tacky with slick, shiny in the overhead light. Dazai hummed as he slid his hand up the inside of Atsushi's legs, fondled his balls for a moment before sliding his hand back and pressing his fingers directly inside, as they met with no resistance. "You are sopping," Dazai said, and there was a purr of satisfaction to his voice. "You want my knot badly, don't you, Atsushi-kun?"
Atsushi wasn't looking at Dazai, gaze fixated off to the side, flushed red to his hairline at the cursory inspection. He nodded emphatically, mouth pressed into a flat line, and Dazai tsked, rubbing the thumb of his other hand into Atsushi's hip. "I have to hear you say it."
His voice shook. "I want your knot, Dazai-san."
"Good boy," Dazai purred, pulled his hand back from between Atsushi's legs, brought his fingers to his mouth to taste—then paused, and sniffed them first before smiling and cleaning his fingers with his tongue. "You two had some fun earlier, I see. Ryuunosuke-kun, do you want my knot tonight, too?"
Akutagawa parked himself with his back to the wall, supervising the proceedings with his arms folded. He scowled and looked away. "Don't call me that," he said, flatly, and Dazai made a hmm-ing noise. "I'm not the one in heat."
"I didn't ask if you were in heat, just if you wanted my knot," Dazai said, pointedly, and Akutagawa flushed an angry color even as Dazai ran his fingers up and down the underside of Atsushi's cock. Atsushi made a small vocalization at that, legs shaking, and Dazai soothed him, licking his cock clean and smacking his lips. "Be a dear and get your boyfriend undressed for me."
"Akutagawa," Atsushi whimpered, Dazai's mouth on his cock again; and Akutagawa didn't hesitate, moving forward and helping Atsushi out of his clothes—kept simple because horny omegas didn't exactly make the best choices trying to get naked.
"Goodness," Dazai said, looking over Atsushi once he stood nude before him. "Look at you, Atsushi-kun. You've put on some muscle since our last romp." He ran his hands over Atsushi's taut belly, and when his muscles contracted at the touch the definition became more apparent. "You're going to have a six-pack before too long; careful, Chuuya will be all over you if he finds out."
"Dazai-san," Atsushi said, groaned at Dazai's touch on his skin. "Can you just fuck me, please?"
"And?" Dazai prompted, grinning like a demon.
"And knot me, please, fuck, your scent is so thick it's driving me—" before he could finish his thought Dazai yanked him forward and Atsushi stumbled, knee to the bed, and then collapsed across the mattress. Dazai swung himself around and Atsushi went pancake-flat when he felt Dazai's weight pressing him down.
Akutagawa swallowed and watched Dazai arrange them, yank his pants down his hips and pull out his impossibly thick and dripping alpha cock. Dazai knew he was watching, stroked the ruddy flesh a few times illustratively, and then with no additional foreplay plunged it into Atsushi's wet hole.
Atsushi shuddered, vocalized happily as Dazai fucked him sharply, bottoming out the first thrust and keeping his cock buried deep, grinding more than full-on thrusting. Every motion elicited a grunt or hitched breath from Atsushi, hands balled in the comforter underneath him, eyes closed and face relaxed, happy—he wasn't satiated yet by a wide margin but he was well on his way to it—and fuck he looked so good underneath Dazai it made Akutagawa hard, too.
Akutagawa palmed himself, still leaned back against the wall, considering just pulling out his cock and enjoying the show when Dazai rolled them, pulling Atsushi on top and forcing his knees between Atsushi's legs, using them to spread him open wider. Atsushi sobbed to the ceiling, coming across his belly, back arched against Dazai's chest. His legs were spread so wide that Akutagawa could see Dazai's entire cock forcing into him again and again, the slick dripping down and staining Dazai's trousers. The noise was obscene, squelching loudly; Akutagawa gave up and pulled his cock out, beginning to stroke himself in time with Atsushi being rocked on Dazai's cock.
Atsushi lolled his head, shifted, and Dazai pushed him forward, upright and more riding Dazai than just taking his thrusts. "Get me nice and deep," Dazai purred from underneath, but there was no mistake it was an order. "You want my big, thick cock to pummel you before you submit to my knot."
"Fuck," Atsushi sobbed, tilted forward, Dazai's hands on his wrists keeping him from topping forward and off his cock entirely. "Fuck, Ryuu—" A choked-off breath, mouth hanging open, and Atsushi wet his lips, panted, "I need, I need…" and his eyes locked with Akutagawa's, across that small space from bed to wall but it seemed an impossible chasm, insurmountable…
Akutagawa swallowed hard, hand tight around his own cock. "What are you waiting for?" Dazai asked him, clearly not too preoccupied with railing Atsushi's ass. "That sounded like an invitation to me, Ryuu~"
Abruptly, Atsushi wrenched a wrist free and slammed it backward, narrowly missing Dazai's head. "Don't," Atsushi hissed through his teeth, gasping, face red, "call him that."
"Oh, what a naughty omega you are," Dazai murmured, shifting forward and sitting up as well. Atsushi windmilled precariously forward but Dazai wrapped his arm around his belly, smearing the cum into his skin and capturing his throat with his other hand, scraping his teeth over Atsushi's shoulder. "Need I remind you who you belong to?" Dazai murmured, breath ghosting over the claim mark on the back of Atsushi's neck. He shivered, and Dazai said, "perhaps you do need a reminder."
"Dazai," Atsushi nearly sobbed, shuddering, another climax ripping through him; Dazai grinned and instead of biting, merely brushed his lips over the scar, kissing over it to his other shoulder. "Good, good," he urged. "Another one. I want to hear you come again."
Atsushi did as he commanded, though his cock did barely more than dribble this time, the muscles in his legs clenching, still held open by Dazai's. He hung forward and panted, chest heaving, entire body shiny with sweat—Dazai still hadn't made his way to climax yet, though Akutagawa could smell how close he was.
"Come on," Dazai said, but he wasn't addressing Atsushi. "I think Atsushi-kun wants you to come in his mouth."
On cue Atsushi hung his mouth open, panting, eyes glazed. Akutagawa hesitated, he wasn't that close—but was drawn into them, nearly on the edge of the bed. "In my mouth," Atsushi panted, encouraged; he wet his lips again, let his mouth go slack and fuck, he was so fucking debauched Akutagawa was mesmerized.
He stroked himself a few more times but wasn't quite close enough, not yet—and Atsushi flailed his hand out, caught Akutagawa by the shirt and pulled him down, face tilted up, kissing him instead.
Both of Akutagawa's hands came up, holding Atsushi's face and kissing him desperately, thoroughly devouring and still yet wanting more. "Atsushi," Akutagawa said, realized who he said it before and recognized that he didn't care, and fuck he still wasn't close enough to go off in Atsushi's mouth….
"Dazai," Akutagawa pulled away from Atsushi's mouth long enough to address their alpha, who was watching them with interest. "Can you pull him back down, both of you laying back?"
"Ooh," Dazai said, "your boyfriend is getting bossy, Atsushi-kun~" He complied, though, linking his arms through Atsushi's and pulling him back down. Atsushi whined, taken away from Akutagawa; but Dazai stirred his cock inside, squelching more slick out with each thrust and that distracted Atsushi just enough.
Akutagawa left his pants on the floor, didn't bother with his shirt, climbed on the bed and threw his leg over Atsushi, straddling them both. Atsushi groaned at the additional weight, lifted his head—and then put two and two together just as Akutagawa pressed the head of Atsushi's aching, hard cock against his ass.
Atsushi made a noise that he'd never quite heard before, couldn't tell if it was pained or pleased or both, all at once, writhing under him as he sat down firmly on Atsushi's cock. That pressed him all the way down on Dazai's, who was growl-groaning now, rocking his hips slowly and closer to his own climax that he realized.
Atsushi shook, shoved his hips up, burying himself to the hilt in Akutagawa, but that yanked him up Dazai's dick, pulling at the growing bulge of his knot. "No, no," Dazai said, pushing his hips back down. Akutagawa came down with it, riding Atsushi's dick slowly—Atsushi was so hard, his dick so much more rigid during his heat and it felt incredible—and then he yelped as Dazai shoved his hips up hard, forcing Atsushi and Akutagawa both up as he surged, climaxing.
Akutagawa didn't know how he managed to stay put; Atsushi howled, struggling against Dazai's grip, hips jumping in time with every pulse of Dazai's alpha cock. Akutagawa knew, knew how much cum he was being pumped full of—it was always too much, it felt like your stomach was going to bow out and explode—being plugged up tight by Dazai's knot made you really feel how much it was, how it settled inside, the weight of him. Sometimes, depending on how long it had been, there was enough of his seed to cause a small bulge.
He slid down Atsushi's cock and pressed his weight down, right at the base of the bulge. For a moment he imagined he could feel Dazai's dick through Atsushi's skin, but that was overridden by Atsushi's leg-shaking orgasm, pinned between them. Akutagawa didn't think there was anything left in him at this point but he came and came hard inside, hot and fast pulses that didn't seem to slow down as he kept his hips locked to Atsushi's.
"Fuck," Atsushi sobbed, back arched, toes curled—and then passed out.
It took a good twenty minutes for Dazai's knot to come down; Akutagawa climbed off Atsushi first, come frothing everywhere; and being the only person free to move, planned to claim the bathroom first. "Akutagawa-kun," Dazai said, his voice soft like satin in his post-orgasm, knotted bliss, "come here."
Akutagawa hesitated… but went to him. He needed help rolling Atsushi's dead weight onto his side, so that they could lay locked together in a more comfortable position. "You are a good boyfriend," Dazai said, pushed up on his elbow. Akutagawa, startled by the praise, froze in place and Dazai stroked his still-rigid cock. "All that, and you didn't come?"
"I'll take care of it," Akutagawa said roughly, and Dazai pointed at his own mouth.
"It isn't Atsushi-kun's, but why take care of it yourself when you can let your alpha suck you?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Akutagawa's mouth quirked, but his cock was still hard and it sounded…nice. So he came back in close, maneuvering around Atsushi's head, and let Dazai take care of him, too.
Atsushi woke parched and alone in the bed. He sat up, bereft of touch, and looked around—spotted the glass of water and the pills next to it and took them immediately, washing them down by drinking the entire glass of water without even pausing for a breath, before looking around the room again.
Akutagawa stepped out of the bathroom, partially dressed and somehow attuned to Atsushi's level of alertness—although he probably heard the ice in the glass clinking. That made more sense. "Feel better?"
Atsushi squinted. He couldn't smell Dazai anymore… his scent lingered, but it was not fresh. "Where's Dazai?"
"You know him," Akutagawa said. "He had business at 4 a.m. for some reason. Room's paid for through the morning, so we don't have to go back until you're ready to move." He was giving Atsushi a very measured look. "How do you feel?"
Atsushi exhaled, holding the water glass with both hands. The static frisson wasn't quite gone, but it was manageable—and now that the hormones were temporarily quelled, it would give the suppressant enough time to work. "Horny," he said. He gave Akutagawa a sly look from over the glass. "You rode me, on top of Dazai."
"You nearly punched your alpha in the face mid-fuck for calling me 'Ryuu'," Akutagawa said, unable to keep the tight smirk off his face. "I had to reward you somehow."
"Uh-huh," Atsushi said, and held out the glass. "More water."
"Needy," Akutagawa said, and took the glass to fill it.
"Of course I am." Atsushi stretched his legs out, and then bent forward, flattening himself between his spread legs and stretching his arms out, palms flat on the bed. He ached, but it was in a good way. "Gotta be well-hydrated for you to fuck all of Dazai's cum out of me." He met Akutagawa's eye over the glass, took a sip, and said casually, "shall we get started?"