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'Shinazugawa-san is an alpha'
Giyuu wasn't surprised. Hell, with the way he acted it would be weird if it wasn't. But he never would've figured that would be relevant to him. Unfortunately, when Sanemi's rut strikes mid mission, Giyuu is the one who has to deal with him.
He sighed as he wrote a quick note back to Shinobu, thanking her for her diagnosis, despite the fact Giyuu could've figured that out on his own. Print from his hard cock showing through his uniform while he growled like a wild animal was a dead giveaway.
He pulled at the end of the bow tying his hair back, using it to tie the paper to Shinobu's crow's foot, trusting the young bird much more then his elderly one to bring the message. He tried to get the image of Sanemi out of his mind, placing a hand into his hair, brushing it back in an attempt to calm himself.
Him and Sanemi were still in the house they were told to stay in, surrounded by nothing but forest and woodland creatures to hear what was happening. Giyuu jumped slightly every time he heard Sanemi throwing himself into doors and walls, growing more and more agitated he knew Sanemi could very likely smell his pheromones through the door.
Another crow quickly flew into the window, cawing at Tomioka to get his attention, drawing him away from his stress. "Giyuu Tomioka has been tasked with helping Sanemi out of his rut!" It screeched, making Giyuu go red at the thought, his eyes widening.
Before he could even deny the request, ask for backup or something, anything other then that, the crow flew away, leaving Tomioka alone in the room he'd barricaded himself in. It felt wrong to do something like that to Sanemi while he was in this state, desperate for anything to fuck the brains out of.
Sure Tomioka liked Sanemi, and he couldn't deny that when his heat struck Sanemi was the one he mewled helplessly for, but Sanemi couldn't stand him. It was just a fact of life for Tomioka, the men he'd been fond of were never interested in him.
His train of thought was stalled as he heard Sanemi outside of the door, his pheromones leaking in. They somehow managed to both calm him down and raise his blood pressure, his instincts fighting with his common sense as Tomioka felt the effects of Sanemi's rut take effect on him now, his stomach tightening as he soaked his underwear. With that came anger, as expected, when wasn't Shinazugawa angry. But it also brought sadness, which was confusing, but there was no time to dissect Sanemi's emotions as he finally spoke up, his voice too quiet for Tomioka to hear.
He knew it was a bad idea, but before he could stop himself he was in front of the door, legs shaking softly. "What.. what'd you say Shinazugawa..? I couldn't- I couldn't hear you." He said softly, voice breaking as his mind became foggy.
"Let me in Giyuu. Please. I need you." He mumbled through the door, rubbing his scent gland on the doorway, pheromones and their effects growing stronger in Tomioka. He couldn't stop himself as he gave in, moving the chair away from the doorknob and tossing it, not caring where it ended up as it landed on the floor with a loud crash.
The door flew open almost knocking Tomioka down as Shinazugawa finally gained access to the only thing he wanted. Before he could stumble he was in Sanemi's arms, face pressed into his scent gland. The smell was overwhelming, his knees bucking as he came, pheromones attacking his senses as his vision grew cloudy.
"S-Shinazugawa..." He whined, grabbing onto the back of his uniform in an attempt to keep him from folding in on himself. Sanemi grabbed under his knees, setting Tomioka on the desk, the only furniture in the room big enough for Tomioka to lay on. He simply laid back as Shinazugawa basically tore his uniform off, throwing it somewhere behind him.
Before Tomioka could react, cover his body, do anything, Shinazugawa was moving to get on the same level as the table. Giyuu moaned quietly as Sanemi got onto his knees, licking over his hole, cum and slick coating his face. Tomioka moaned loudly, placing his hands into Sanemi's hair, trying to pull him off as his common sense tried to take the reigns.
Sanemi only pressed his face further into his warm, wet, pink insides, growling as he looped his arms around his thighs, pulling Tomioka even closer. He finally got what he'd wanted for the last couple hours, he was going to enjoy it.
Pleasure burned at Tomioka's insides, moans turning into over-pleasured sobs, his thighs shaking and tears sliding down his cheeks as he came again, but Sanemi didn't let up. In fact, all he did was get back onto his feet, Tomioka's legs thrown over his shoulders, basically bending him in half. He tried to pull away, but Sanemi dug his nails into his hip and his thigh, growling lowly in an attempt to make him stop.
Tomioka whined as he laid down, letting Shinazugawa do as he pleased, losing himself in his overstimulation and the smell of pheromones engulfing his every sense. Shinazugawa continued releasing more pheromones into the air, forcing Giyuu to lay and take it. Not like he would've resisted anyways.
Sanemi finally moved away from him, his face shiny with slick, spit and cum, and his pupils blown out to an immeasurable size. He finally took his eyes off Tomioka's throbbing hole, instead looking him in the eye.
Tomioka looked back, moaning and whining softly. He reached out, and despite his hand shaking, he was able to pull Shinazugawa into a kiss. Is was soft at first, but it quickly turned hungry and rough, teeth and tongues clashing together in their desperation.
Tomioka thought of nothing but Shinazugawa, the feeling of his body heat radiating onto him, his breath against his face, feeling like if he just pushed up into him a little harder he could feel him and Shinazugawa becoming one person.
His mind blanked as Sanemi moved away from him, pulling his bottoms off and tossing them with Tomioka's clothes, not even bothering to remove his shirt, nor his actual uniform shirt. Sanemi grabbed Tomioka's legs, wrapping them around his waist, leaning over him and pressing a kiss to his scent gland. His brows furrowed at the already present bite mark indented in his skin, an overwhelming sense of anger and jealousy washing over him.
Tomioka could feel a change in the air, snapping back to reality and looking back at Sanemi. "What..? Why'd you stop..?" He asked, fighting a whimper that threatened to erupt from his chest.
"You're marked." He murmured, moving up a bit to look at Tomioka. "How are you marked. You reacted to me. I'm not your mate." He said, nearly growling at the fact he couldn't understand what was happening.
Tomioka looked back before looking away once again. "My mate died. He's been gone for years." He said softly, looking back at Sanemi. "You- you can mark me if you want... it's been a while, your mark should stay.." He muttered, moving his head so his scent gland was directly in front of his face. Tomioka wanted to be marked again, his instincts and his common sense agreeing on that.
Sanemi's pupils blew out even wider then before, leaning down to press a small kiss against his scent gland. He growled lowly and without warning pressed his hips forward, his tip making contact with the others hole.
Tomioka whined softly, opening up to take Sanemi. The tip slid in easily, the mix of cum and slick making it easy work. Sanemi continued pushing his hips forward into the warmth, licking his scent gland softly before wrapping his teeth around the already present scar, his teeth much bigger then Giyuu's last mates.
He thrust his hips forward harshly, his hips colliding with Tomioka's ass as he bit down, warm metallic tasting blood coating the inside of his mouth. Giyuu let out a mix between a moan and a scream, pain wracking through his entire body as the muscles on his neck were torn, blood still gushing from the bite mark. He felt dizzy as Sanemi began thrusting in and out of him, the feeling of his worn out hole being abused by his cock, the pain from the bite, sweat beading at his forehead making him cry. Tears fell from his puffy eyes, sobs echoing in the near empty room along with the sound of Sanemi's hips colliding with his own.
Eventually his sobs turned into quiet sniffles, arms wrapped around Sanemi's neck, holding him close. They'd gone a few rounds at this point, but Giyuu lost track. His stomach was full and bulging a bit, and he could feel a mix of Sanemi's cum, his slick and his own cum sliding out with every thrust, too full to keep it in and too tired to try and squeeze around him. He decided to just deal with the mess later, too worn out to care.
He let out a surprised hum when Sanemi pulled out almost all the way, looking up at him. His face was red, and his pupils were now a normal size, and Giyuu could tell he'd finally gotten over his rut, his instinctive side finally satisfied with hiw well they did Tomioka.
"I- um... what happened?" He asked, instinctively moving to pull out all the way before Giyuu stopped him.
"Your rut is what happened. Don't pull out, you'll make a mess." He said softly, moving his hand down to pull Sanemi out fully, covering his hole so nothing else would leak onto the floor. Sanemi nodded, face red as he watched Giyuu's hand.
"I'll uh- I'll go grab a towel or something." He mumbled looking behind him for his pants, sliding them on. He returned a few moments later, warm bowl of water and a towel in hand. Giyuu watched as he cleaned up, starting with the dried tears on his face before moving down to clean off the dried blood on his neck.
"I'm sorry." He mumbled, barely audible. Tomioka probably would've missed it if he hadn't been studying Sanemi so intently. He blushed a bit, placing his clean hand into his hair.
"It's okay. I don't mind being bonded to you." He said softly. Sanemi smiled a bit, moving to finish up by cleaning out Tomioka. "You should wipe your face before you clean me out." He said, looking at the dried slick on his face. Sanemi nodded, pressing the warm washcloth to his face.
Once he was all cleaned off, he set the rag to the side, placing the bowl of water under Tomioka's hole, a mix of both their cum, his slick and some spit dripping lewdly out of him and into the bowl. Sanemi could've swore he creamed his pants from the sight alone, but he maintained his composure and grabbed the washcloth, cleaning him off the best he could.
"That good?" He asked, looking up at Tomioka as he received no reply. He simply smiled, grabbing Tomioka and walking him to the bed. He threw the blanket over him before walking back over to take the bowl and the rag, throwing the dirty water outside and setting both the rag and the bowl in a bucket of warm water, deciding to deal with it later as he also became tired, climbing into bed next to Tomioka.