Archive of Our Own

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- I - 

Kenma peels away the paper on the scent blocker patch before sticking over the gland on his neck; he'll do the same with two smaller patches for his wrists as well. They just restocked another box of pill based blockers that’d temporarily disable his ability to smell any alphas scent too.

Hajime was always good at being on top of this stuff, just as he was running a brush through Kenma’s hair at the moment to prepare them for their work tonight. It was a calming routine in a way, just to take away from what they needed to do to make money and survive in this ruthless city.

Kenma reached for a tiny plastic bag set beside the box of pills that was filled with a white powder, that’d probably be their most expensive daily purchase if not for the discount Rintaro provided them. Kenma neatly lined up the powder on his history textbook, setting up two lines that’d be for Hajime and him, then rolled up a piece of paper for snorting up the drug.

Trinity was taken by nearly everyone they knew who had to work the streets this late at night, it took the edge off and made it far easier for Kenma to deal with having numerous alphas fuck him -on a good night, anyway-. He had no fuckin’ idea what was mixed into this shit, but it made this desitute life bearable in a miniscule way that didn’t have Kenma wanting to hurl himself off a bridge.

That wasn’t the only thing keeping Kenma tethered to this mortal realm, of course, he’d pin that on his dear pack mate to which he’s sure he’d be worse off without Hajime there to protect and take care of him. It was very hard to believe when Hajime presented as an omega just three years back, however he did have just enough luck to land a dominant gene and could pass quite simply as an alpha if he so wished.

Kenma on the other hand... he got dealt the worst set of cards, being a submissive omega in this district was just waiting for him to be eaten alive by a reckless, lusted alpha. Hajime fought off plenty of their dumbass classmates and when he went off to high school first, Kenma had to learn quickly how to defend himself without his pack mate.

It wasn’t all bad though... Shimizu was nice enough to look the other way and offer the two teenagers a place in one of the apartments she owned on this block. As long as they paid the weekly rent and stayed out of trouble, she didn’t care what they did with themselves.

A blessing really, especially since the caretakers at the orphanage preferred to rule with their fists over treating these undesirable kids like, you know, humans. They had a decent little setup between the two of them, now they were just working on bringing in enough cash to hopefully buy their way into district three.

“Ready to go?” 

Kenma asked once Hajime was finished snorting his share of trinity, it was about two hours before midnight and they needed to find a good spot before it was taken up by some other omegas, again. Hajime sniffled for a moment before nodding, he scooped up his phone from the table and slipped it into his back pocket as Kenma double checked his small purse for anything missing.

They could be light packers now that they had a home to stay in as compared to carrying everything on their backs when they ran away from the orphanage. Kenma still didn’t allow himself to get too comfortable, knowing that at any moment all of this could be swiped away from him... assuming the government gave enough of a shit.

Kenma followed Hajime out of their front door and down the dimly lit hallway to the elevators, he pulled out his phone to text Atsumu that they’d be out tonight and got a near instant response. He was one of two alphas their age that Kenma honestly trusted, mainly because they shared the same orphan background and Keiji was head over heels for him... so Atsumu couldn’t possibly be that bad.

Hajime leaned back against the wall as they entered the elevator, his shirt was tight on his thick torso and dark denim shorts barely covered his ass, leaving his muscled thighs out on display. Kenma’s legs were covered by fishnets that lead up to a scarlet mini skirt and a matching crop top, not leaving much else to the imagination as he advertised his petite body to whoever wanted to fuck him.

Hajime tied his blond hair up in two pigtails and they joked about him snatching up some old pedophilic bastard who wanted Kenma to roleplay as his daughter. He’d gotten close enough to that with a few past clients who loved how feminine and ‘fragile’ Kenma appeared to be, all while identifying as a boy.

It was a thing Kenma hated to play up just because he despised the kind of alphas it’d attract, but they also paid well enough and didn’t demand much other than Kenma just lay there. Hajime seemed to be a magnet for women who liked an omega with some muscle, but wasn’t overly threatening like a typical alpha, this also went for male alphas who preferred a buffer omega.

Kenma assumed that’d be a rare case, but Hajime pulled in the cash nonetheless.

They left the lobby of the apartment complex to head towards the train station that’d take them to the border along district one and two. Police didn’t bother patrolling the area as it was run by a rather notorious and violent gang who just shot down an officer within the past week. 

They also demanded payment from any person and business in the area so that was another fee to tack on for Kenma, although Rintaro and Atsumu were fairly friendly with the leader that Kenma had yet to meet. He would prefer to keep it that way, he liked remaining low key with Hajime and just wanted to work in peace without people being troublesome.

The city was divided into seven districts total, ranked from one (the worst) to seven (elite) and everyone was assigned a class tier by the government once they were born. The classifications for assignment involved your birth parents, genetic line, income level, reproduction potential, and about a dozen other factors that Kenma found to be complete bullshit.

Betas could get away with traveling, residing, and running businesses where they wanted as long as they had to means to, however they still tended to be passed over in favor of even lower tier alphas. 

Long story short, Kenma was classified as an F-tier while Hajime was D-tier and that meant they could only travel within district one and two, they’d need a temporary permit to go elsewhere and flat out weren’t allowed in districts six or seven. Kenma in particular was restricted to one, but since Hajime was his pack mate, he was able to live in district two until they passed more fuckin’ arbitrary laws to keep his likeness away from their precious elite.

Kenma slipped an earbud in as he leaned onto Hajime’s shoulder and felt a comforting arm wrap behind him to settle on his waist. The company on the train was sparse at this time of night, but the omega sought out any affection from Hajime while they still could without interruption.

Being a Friday night meant there’d be all sorts of people out and higher tiers traveling in just to have some fun, spend their huge amounts of cash, cause god knows how much trouble, then go back to their perfect lives. It was great for Kenma’s wallet when the alphas were willing to pay top yen for a taste of his cunt, but there were also all the drunks and people high on whatever combination of drugs wandering about.

Hajime brought a finger to Kenma’s chin as they’d left the train and leaned in to give him a reassuring kiss, they’d both be okay tonight and make it home in one piece. Hajime really was the only person who did see Kenma’s jitters before they headed out of the station, it didn’t matter just how much trinity Kenma snorted up... he hated this.

However, it had to be done.

Their hands stayed laced as they strolled past the dive bars, the numerous night clubs, the ‘discreet’ brothels and gambling dens that Kenma would rather shoot himself over being trapped in one of those hell holes. Their usual spot was on a long stretch of road that was taken up by a brightly lit Diamond Owl, a popular casino and hotel that brought in scores of wealthier clients who wanted to gamble somewhere with little regulations. 

Atsumu and Osamu were there to greet them, holding this spot for them like the ever so helpful friends they were. If it were any other alpha, Kenma would think that Atsumu expected more out of him, but he never took that opportunity with Kenma... possibly because Hajime would kick his ass.

There were other, familiar omegas out that Kenma knew just from his months of being on this street, many were friendly enough, a few held obvious jealousy towards the teenager just for his pretty boy, innocent looks. Kenma never let that distract him, they were all here to sell one thing and Kenma just so happened to excel at that, they could die mad for all he cared.

The twins cleared out to do whatever it is they tended to around here and Kenma took another hit of trinity off the back of his hand, Hajime told him they needed that to last ‘til they saw Rintaro later. Kenma hummed in response, wiping at nose as he could feel the drug's effects take place within minutes, his anxious nerves settling down one more.

In the meantime, Kenma skimmed through social media with envy clutching his heart as his all time, absolute favorite band was performing in the fifth district tonight to a sold out audience. It would be his ultimate dream to see Toxic Love live and hear those beautiful vocals from Kuroo Tetsurou while he shredded his guitar on stage, instead he had to settle for watching the stream later on.

If Kenma had a type, Kuroo Tetsurou was it , the nation’s heartthrob and bad boy wrapped up in one gorgeous S-tier alpha that any omega would probably massacre a small country for. Or maybe that was just Kenma, honestly he would do so much worse just to be in the same room as his number one rock star and constantly wished he was born earlier so he could’ve lived to see and support Kuroo through his rise to fame.

Hajime would tease him for this, but he had his own vices with the world renown actor that went by Oikawa Tooru, mention him in any capacity and Hajime could list off a dozen facts about him. Oikawa and Kuroo actually used to be in the same idol group when they were teenagers too and still held a close relationship with each other that Kenma adored.

He hoped that Hajime, Atsumu, Osamu, Rintaro, and Keiji would be in his life that long... although Keiji definitely had the best chances of a better life as he was smart as hell and a C-tier omega. Kenma just had to hope that his own class status wouldn’t hinder his own growth in the future... but he knew the ugly truth, being branded as the lowest tier of omega meant he’d be trapped here... he wasn’t allowed to dream all that big.

Kenma liked a few photos and silly meme tweets about Kuroo as he heard the sound of a car pulling up to the curb, he looked up from his phone just in time to see the darkly tinted window be lowered. The alpha inside had a black mask covering the lower half of his face and nose with a dark mop of messy hair, the mystery was kind of sexy especially with the rings on his fingers that were holding the steering wheel.

“How much for a fuck?”

“¥40,000 for an hour, full service,” Kenma rested his arms on the window as he bent forward, “¥15,000 for me to suck you off and/or a handie. Extra ¥20,000 if you want to huff my scent.”

“Pricey...” the man clicked his tongue.

“You look like you can afford it, if not...” Kenma lightly shrugged, “I’m sure some other sucker will be coming around soon to fuck me.”

“Mmm...” the man tapped his fingers along the steering wheel, it was a nicer car, not one you’d see too often in this district. And if you did, they were driven by gang members and drug dealers, a small fortune to show off the money they pulled in. 

“Alright, get in.”

The doors unlocked and Kenma glanced back at Hajime who nodded back at him in acknowledgement before the younger one hopped into the passenger's seat. Kenma kind of wished he could see what was underneath the mask since this alpha seemed hot enough already, but he was probably just some rich guy looking for an easy lay.

“There’s a motel a few blocks from here if you want to do it there.”

“All business with you, hm?”

“You’re getting nothing until I’m paid,” Kenma responded, “don’t expect anything more.”

“I think I like that about you,” there was an obvious smile under the mask as the man’s eyes slightly crinkled and maybe Kenma was a fan of how smooth and deep his voice was. His hand traveled across the console to rest on Kenma’s thigh, giving it a light squeeze that Kenma wasn’t too tempted to slap away... it was rare enough to land an alpha that he didn’t mind actually fucking.

“So what do you want to do?”

“... I’ll fuck you and...” the man glanced away from the road to give the omega a once over with those hazel eyes, “you can lose the patches, I’m curious about your scent.”

“When we get to the motel, sure.”

This was an offer that Kenma only gave to those alphas he found... tolerable on first sight and with cash, otherwise he had no interest in just letting anyone inhale his sweet scent. It took one weirdly possessive alpha in the past for Kenma to be far more selective, or as much as he could be since money didn’t make a man any less crazy, but the majority of alphas just saw him as a cute throwaway toy.

An alpha losing their senses and attempting to knot him wasn’t an issue either as omega’s walls could clench down tight enough to prevent the knot from forming, and would only allow it if they wanted the alpha. Kenma was more than thankful for this biological feature since some alphas were fucking rude and sought to knot him anyway, he didn’t even want to charge extra for a knot.

The motel itself was located a few blocks away from the main strip and the alpha parked in one of the spots that was further away from it as a number of cars were already here. He trailed Kenma as the omega went up to the window where Shouhei was watching a volleyball game on one monitor and playing some game on another, he greeted Kenma with a quick smile as he went to search for an empty room.

Kenma looked to the taller alpha, gesturing for him to come over and pay once Shouhei slid the key card underneath the pane of glass, telling them their number and a room that Kenma was well acquainted with. There wasn’t anything that set it apart from the other normal rooms here, but certain omegas that worked around here had their room in this motel, Hajime’s was just down the corridor from his.

“We’re going upstairs.”

The alpha nodded, rather behaved as he followed the shorter omega towards the staircase and passed several rooms to the door marked with ‘151 ’. The interior and furnishings were a little... out of date with the tacky floral wallpaper and horrendous pepto bismol pink comforter on the lone bed... and let’s not mention any weird stains.

“Money first, it’ll be ¥60,000” Kenma said as he held up his phone, “my Zenmo is applepi3.14.”

 “Yes sir.”

Much to Kenma’s (small) disappointment, this alpha wasn’t dumb enough to send him money with his real name attached to the account, BlackNeko_94 , how creative. Kenma just had to wait a few moments for the money to transfer over and oh ... that’s a couple hundred thousand over what he asked for.

“Thanks for the tip, you’re not getting more than what I’ve already agreed to,” Kenma said, slipping his phone back into his small purse and lifting the thin strap off of his shoulders, “is there anything you want me to call you...?”

“Don’t worry about that, little one,” those hazel eyes were honed in on him, almost predatory from where Kenma stood, having to look up at the alpha, “may I?”

Kenma saw the alpha raise his hand to bring by his neck and hummed in confirmation as he went to peel away the scent patch, then ducked his head to inhale the gland. Kenma gulped as he heard the low growl that rumbled in the alpha’s chest, the ‘normal’ Kenma side of him would be terrified of an alpha this size being so close, but he was on the clock and had to deal with this.

“I want you on your stomach and... no turning around,” the alpha’s voice was oddly soothing, yet there was an underlying commanding tone that his submissive self wanted to follow. The alpha almost sounded familiar in a way... but Kenma discarded those thoughts as he crawled onto the bed and went to hold onto the pillow to rest his cheek on.

This part of the job could be incredibly easy or a literal nightmare depending on the alpha, usually he just needed to lay there, fake moan through it, and wait for the alpha to cum, then he was free to move onto the next. Others requested for him to be more involved and active with the sex, a smaller number tried to use Kenma for their fucked up kinks and sometimes the extra pay was worth it.

... sometimes.

Kenma let out a small sigh as the alpha hiked up his hips and ran his large hands over Kenma’s thighs, the omega hoped he wouldn’t tear the fishnets because he really liked this pair. Those hands went to push up his skirt and tugged the fishnets down to pool at his thighs, then he felt a warm mouth leaving soft kisses on his skin there... ah, did he want Kenma to feel good?

Kenma wouldn’t complain as the alpha kissed and sucked his inner thighs, trailing upwards to pull aside his panties to lick his pussy. A soft moan fell from his lips as he felt tongue and fingers rubbing his clit and pressing into his hole that was gathering slick.

“Don’t hold back on me, kitten, unless there’s an additional fee for hearing you moan so sweetly.”

Kenma wanted to roll his eyes at that, but another -unexpected- moan was coaxed out of him as the alpha knew just how to rub his sensitive clit... the perks of an older man. Kenma played into it, giving the alpha what he paid for as he whined and moaned in pleasure... although he wasn’t exactly faking it this time around.

Slick dripped from his cunt, down his pale thighs as Kenma gripped harder on the pillow, it was usually only Hajime who ate him out this well... but even then... this alpha was skilled at pulling all those cute noises out of him. He had to stifle the urge to look over his shoulder to see the likely (?) handsome face of his client, his voice alone had Kenma’s mind wandering to his favorite singer and guitarist.

But there was no way... they had a concert tonight and Kuroo would never step foot in this district, at least not at this time of night. Sometimes B and A-tier celebrities would do a charity concert for the poors stuck in the lower districts, but S-tiers? They’ll just donate their money to whatever corrupt official and it’d never reach those who needed it.

“You taste and smell so good...” the alpha murmured as three fingers were thrusting into his hole, “are you going to cum for me, little one? I can smell just how aroused you are~”

“Yeah... I’m so close, alpha...” Kenma bucked his hips back on the alpha’s hand, he’s sure he could drive himself to an orgasm from that voice alone, so alluring .

“Use me then, get yourself off, darling.”

Kenma grasped as the man took hold of his small cock and encouraged Kenma to fuck into his fist as well... it all felt amazing , he couldn’t recount the last time any client went out of their way to give him pleasure. He bit his cheek as he was at risk of blurting out a certain singer’s name and that would be horribly embarrassing, even if this alpha sounded an awful lot like him.

“Good kitten... cum for me,” the alpha cooed as Kenma’s cum spurted out onto the sheets, his slick and arousal gushing down the alpha’s wrist and forearm. The alpha’s gentle praise went straight to his head, maybe it was also with the additional effects of trinity that Kenma felt as if he’d float right off of the bed. 

“Going to give you a real nice treat now.”

Kenma heard the crinkle and tear of the condom packet from behind him, his hips raised a little further in anticipation because he needed to know what his guy could do with his cock. Hands were splayed on either side of Kenma’s head as he felt the alpha slowly thrust inside of his cunt, it was a very easy slide with how wet and horny Kenma genuinely was for someone who wasn’t Hajime.

“Fuck... fuck , how is this the best pussy I’ve had in weeks...” the alpha uttered from above, “and your scent is drivin’ me wild, love knowing that you’re so hot for me, kitten.”

“Alpha... fuck me...”

Honesty, a rarity in these encounters, fuck if Kenma wouldn’t be completely fine with this alpha knotting him right here and right now . It’d be the first knot he’d ever taken as well... definitely not very romantic and he could see Hajime’s glare of disapproval. 

Those thoughts only rose in volume and intensity as the alpha roughly fucked into him, his gentle demeanor shed with each hard thrust into Kenma. It’s just what his submissive body was aching for, an experienced alpha to take him apart and claim him like the bitch he is.

Dangerous thoughts really, Kenma had to keep himself from sounding too desperate just because a single alpha was great at fucking him. He needed to remember this was a one time thing, don’t give into his submissive instincts due to being treated like a human being and not just a fuck toy.

But it wouldn’t be bad just to let himself enjoy it, right? This’d probably be the only good lay he’s getting tonight... or even this entire weekend. It was okay just to savor this... a good alpha in the wide ocean of shit.

“Your pussy is so tight around me, you want my knot, little one?” 

“I can’t... I don’t have the time to wait for it to deflate...” Kenma’s body betrayed his words as the alpha surely felt the slick that soaked his cock, “don’t...”

“I want to, so badly,” hot breath was on the back of his neck, followed by a wet tongue licking his scent gland, “you’re the first omega I’ve wanted to knot in... a while.”

Kenma whined at that, his small hips rocked back to meet the alpha’s hard thrusts, he wanted to be bred and plugged up with this knot, unfair. 

“Maybe I’ll pay for more of your time when I swing by again,” the alpha nipped his gland lightly as he gave a few more erratic thrusts, reluctantly pulling out once Kenma’s walls felt that stretch from his swelling knot.

Kenma knew he was jerking off, he wanted to see that face so desperately, but he didn’t want to poke that bear... a sweet alpha could turn into a monster instantly. He reached underneath himself and his skirt to stroke his little cock, pulling another satisfying orgasm out of him, fuck .

That was one way to start out tonight.

~

The rest of the evening wasn’t that eventful in comparison, especially as that alpha lingered on Kenma’s mind throughout. He made an additional... weird impression by wanting to cuddle with Kenma for the remainder of their hour together and Kenma wasn’t in a rush to go find his next client so...

It was... comfortable being cuddled and enveloped by an alpha who was much larger than him, yet very gentle and sweet with him. Those had to be Kenma’s personal favorites, aside from the people who just wanted to get off in five minutes, the snugglers just wanted a companion to fill their loneliness.

The alpha didn’t use Kenma as a therapist as others would have, he seemed content just sniffing and casually licking Kenma’s scent gland as if they were mated or something. Kenma only compares it to that because of Hajime and their close bonded relationship with each other, that’s behavior Kenma solely exhibited with the other omega.

Maybe it was a little nice.

The alpha thanked Kenma for his service and offered to drive him back to the main strip, but Kenma turned him down since he didn’t want to trouble him any further. Kenma left the motel room first, I hope I’ll see you again, little one replayed in his mind as he took the stairs and fuck , was it okay to let himself dream a little?

Hajime even commented on his good mood as they reunited and accepted Kenma’s explanation of it being a decent lay for once. They both joked about Kenma picking him up as a sugar daddy and being saved from the hood, but Kenma was convinced that wasn’t allowed for a bottom tier omega such as he.

Life didn’t reflect those dramas and movies.

The two of them wrapped up their work at little after four am and went together to see Rintaro who was loitering just outside one of the ramen shops that was flanked by a strip club and a tattoo parlor. Rintaro had practically everything you could ask for when it came to drugs, legal and illegal, he was a solid source for suppressants and blockers of all sorts. 

Hajime and Kenma mainly saw the alpha to buy trinity, as did most of his customer base in this shady area and Rintaro was happy to supply. Kenma was feeling the itch for a hit as Rintaro handed them the small baggie and sent his friends on their way.

But, not before telling Kenma that he should come to school on Monday, Keiji missed him and Kenma told him that Keiji could just swing by whenever, but fine , he’d go to school before they assumed he dropped out. It was far from his number one priority when he was trying to get his streaming off the ground and honestly, school felt more like a day care for the misfits in district two. 

Kenma could finally watch the Toxic Love concert vod as they walked home and drool over his future husband Kuroo Tetsurou looking so cool and sexy at the microphone with his guitar slung over his body. He wore a black sleeveless top that showed off the dark ink that decorated his tanned skin and paired it with tight, torn black jeans that fit his long legs perfectly.

Hajime pretty much had to keep a hand on Kenma’s waist so he wouldn’t wander off into the street, but he didn’t scold the omega since Kenma had been waiting weeks to see this concert. They were performing all the songs from their last album and Kenma was just flat out excited to see Kuroo, he was gorgeous and amazing and everything Kenma could ever want in his dream alpha.

He’d be lucky to find one half as cool as Kuroo...

Kenma felt just a hint of drowsiness as they made it to their apartment complex and they had to scurry past some shady guys who were waiting just in front of the lobby. Kenma saw their faces before, but they never bothered him since Hajime was always around and maybe they thought he was an alpha... which, good , Kenma didn’t need to get hassled just outside of his home.

Their apartment consisted of one bedroom, one bathroom, and something you could maybe call a living room mixed with a tiny kitchen. The walls were terribly thin, the shower took fucking forever to warm up, and their oven had been broken since they moved in.

But it was home.

It was a sanctuary away from the troubles of the outside world and Kenma was thrilled that he could snuggle up with Hajime after a long night of being fucked by forgettable alphas. He took in the refreshing, calming pine scent that Hajime was putting out as he nuzzled the scent gland on his neck and felt his exhaustion seeping through his small body.

This was all he needed, his pack mate, a warm bed to sleep in and a roof over their heads. Hajime dealt with all the money allocation and such, they had a shared account they’d pool fifty percent of their earnings then split it among bills and people they needed to pay.

“Woah, that’s more than I expected for us to get tonight.”

“Mmm... the first alpha I saw overpaid me by a ton,” Kenma said, “it’s enough to last us into next month... maybe two or three.”

“We could take a few weeks off,” Hajime’s soft smile had Kenma’s heart fluttering, “you have to fuck him again.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

Hajime set down his phone after a few minutes, then turned to throw his arm around Kenma and held him close. The sun would be rising as the two found sleep, another night they made it back into each other’s arms safely. 

- II -

There was a time when Tetsurou thought he’d never step on a big stage ever again, when he was all too willing to leave music behind as an awful memory. The industry was hellbent on molding him into their idealized vision and milking his talent until he was sucked dry and left for the vultures.

His musical passion was never snuffed out, not when their group broke up and the surrounding scandals bombarded social media and message boards. He kept his head low and stayed silent in the face of slander that their former company was happy to pile onto them for their disobedience. 

He survived through the unique bonds his closest friends shared, the bullheadedness of his mother who would be absolutely disgusted to see her son give up his dream, and his genuine, pure love of music. He refused to throw away everything he’d been trained for, the stack of notebooks filled with scores of lyrics that revealed what he wanted to sing, not to be trotted out like some show pony.

And now here he was with his longtime friend, Kiyoomi, to the left of him on bass while Kei was counting off with his drum sticks, the open air stadium cheers were damn near deafening. Tetsurou didn’t rebuild what he lost, no, he laid an entirely new foundation and said fuck you to anyone who tried to impede his wider goals, he wasn’t a dumb, terrified teenager any longer.

The alpha hadn’t been one for quite a while actually, but he still needed to bid his time, wait for the right moment to announce his revival and rise from the shadows that he’d been lingering in. Fear was a non-factor that couldn’t paralyze him anymore, not when Kiyoomi stuck by his side and wanted to give it another go, the only one of their former group that wanted to get back into music.

Kei’s bitchiness was rather helpful as well, although god knows he held a grudge against every tabloid in this country for how they cruelly smeared his husband. They were a bit of an odd trio at first sight, especially given that Tetsurou feels like he’s corralling two hissy cats at times.

But ... they’ve made it work.

This concert was in the last leg of Toxic Love’s fifth anniversary world tour and Tetsurou was incredibly hype to see that they could still sell out stadiums and concert halls in their home country. The entire tour had been exhilarating, exciting, and downright exhausting with how often they had to travel from city to city in the past year, however it's the most fun Tetsurou had in his sixteen year career.

They were truly able to show off the fruits of their labor, unrestricted by a company who wanted to stifle their creativity and shape them into mindless pretty boys for teenagers to screech over. Tetsurou revealed to the world who he honestly was and the rock music he desired to make and he was surprised to see just how their olds fans welcomed him back with open arms.

As well as gaining hundreds of thousands of new listeners.

This high... the attention of all these eyes on him, of their fans excitedly singing the lyrics they penned, the fact that they didn’t believe the outright lies and were thrilled to support him in his new endeavors. Tetsurou would say this was the best feeling in the world, that all he wished for was to be recognized for his skills that he was allowed to flex and perform in front of the world.

Unbeatable, perhaps... if it weren’t for a certain omega he slept with just before coming to the concert venue. His mind was too occupied with the two hour long setlist and giving the best performance he could with the band as they were back home after months of being overseas.

Tetsurou had plans after this too, although he didn’t actually expect Kiyoomi and Kei to take him up on the offer of going to a party that Meian was hosting at his penthouse. Kei promised Tadashi that they’d do something fun and scandalous that didn’t just involve fucking each other like reunited rabbits and Kiyoomi was on board once Tetsurou told him that Koutarou would be there.

Oh his little crush would never not be cute.

Soon after they closed out with the last song, Tetsurou shot their group chat a text to see if the others were already at Meian’s place and went off into the dressing room to change into something a little more casual. He’d been back home for about two weeks, but barely had any personal time in between rehearsals, interviews, photoshoots, all that shit people needed the band and him for.

He’d been meaning to keep his dick in his pants ‘til tonight, but he was bitching to Koutarou about feeling sexually frustrated and his best friend directed him to the nightlife in district two. It was probably just a joke that Tetsurou wasn’t meant to follow up on, but he was dying for an easy fuck and Tooru was forever unavailable since he was filming the last episodes of a drama.

It was far from the first time Tetsurou drove down these sketchy streets in search of some omega to fuck and honestly in his time away, not much had changed other than new faces who replaced the old. The cute kitten he caught earlier came to mind as he left the dressing room with his bandmates and they headed to the MSBY Grand, a large casino and hotel that was in district six and owned by Meian.

It’s been months... years even since a single omega was able to keep Tetsurou’s attention after he fucked them and tossed them to the wayside, but this kitten... ugh , he was adorable. So small too, Tetsurou just wanted to bring him back home, protect him with the evils of this world, and possibly make him into a living sex toy... as an omega should be used.

Fuck, this was probably just a result of him not getting laid in two weeks... that’s it.

The band took the long elevator ride up to the penthouse, the view of the glass windows showed off the bright lit main strip below them. There was definitely a visible difference in between the two districts that Tetsurou popped into within hours of each other, this one was well polished, the obscene wealth celebrated as they ignored their impoverished neighbors just up north.

Eh, not that Tetsurou was exactly above any of this.  

Or well, maybe he was given how many floors this hotel had, jesus did Meian want a birdseye view of the entire city from here? This is why Tetsurou sold off his penthouse in favor of a cozy beach side home, less needing elevators just to walk your fucking dog.

The party was in full swing as the elevator doors opened and they were greeted by many old faces and a fair few who were brand new. Tetsurou didn’t have to search long to be nearly tackled to the floor by a very excited Tooru, followed by Koutarou bounding in from behind.

“I’ve missed you so much, Tetsurou.”

Tetsurou smoothly reciprocated Tooru’s hug, holding the alpha flush against him and soon their lips met in a content, jubilant kiss. Ah... that’s what Tetsurou was craving, a real taste of Tooru that wasn’t just his scent barely latching onto a sweater that Tetsurou jerked off with way too many times on the road.

“Missed you too, love.”

The grin that Tooru had on his face would once send Tetsurou spiraling, instead now his stomach was swooping because he knew they wouldn’t be leaving without each other. 

He’d come to terms with his one sided feelings for Tooru, that no matter how long they didn’t talk or miles apart they both were, they’d always be drawn back together like a pair of horny magnets. His sheer excitement at seeing and holding Tooru overshadowed any lingering hurt or yearning, he knew they’d never be what he wished for... and they’d yet to be anyone who took his heart in the same fashion.

... kitten .

“So happy we’re all back together again~” Tooru leaned on Tetsurou’s ride as the taller alpha rested a hand on his waist. Tadashi was cozying up with Kei and Kiyoomi looked to be a couple drinks away from sucking Koutarou’s dick right here in public. 

So fantastic to see that whether they went by Galaxi or Toxic Love, fuck all changed between their friendships and relationships. It sent a small flitter of relief through Tetsurou if he was to be honest, they didn’t let anything tear them apart and still remained so close to Tadashi and Koutarou even as they had zero interest in touching music again.

“Yep... and now I’d like to be somewhere else with my husband,” Kei said as the couple made their exit, heading off towards the bar. 

“Are you two going to ditch us as well?” Tooru dramatically pouted as Koutarou went to swing a thick arm around Kiyoomi’s shoulders.

“We had plans to go play poker together, right? I have to prove to Omi-Omi that I have a great poker face now!” 

“I’m still casting doubt on that.”

“ Kiyoooo , don’t be like that, I’ll prove you wrong!” 

Tetsurou snickered to himself as the duo soon headed off towards the stairs where there was likely poker, blackjack, and other tables set up for the ‘elite’ gamblers that Meian invited from the floor. 

“Such a classic reunion for us, Tetsu-kun.”

“We should just be happy that Tsukki didn’t murder us in our sleep while we were touring,” Tetsurou said, squeezing Tooru’s waist, “although I supposed if he wanted to...”

“He definitely would’ve done it already,” Tooru replied, “wanna find somewhere to chill? Fuck maybe?”

“In that case I’d be welcome just to take you back home,” Tetsurou planted a chaste kiss on Tooru’s cheek, “I feel like I should socialize a little...”

“You’re right,” Tooru clicked his tongue, “I’d been literally months since I’ve done any fun partying, filming has taken up all my time.”

“Maybe we’re both getting too old for this lifestyle,” Tetsurou groaned as the other alpha giggled, “I am really happy to see you though.”

“Ditto~” Tooru turned his head to meet Tetsurou for another kiss, “I need you to scent everything in my rutting den all over again, Bokkun just isn’t the same.”   

“You don’t have omegas on demand?” Tetsurou teased, with Tooru scrunching his nose in response.

“I swear to god with every year that passes, I get more picky and omega scents sour up so fast , I think there’s something wrong with me,” Tooru said, “I’m going to be lonely forever.”

“Then what am I to you?” 

“My favorite,” Tooru kissed the corner of his mouth, “you’ve raised my standards so high that no one can beat them, bit unfair of you.”

“Asshole, don’t say that knowin’ we’re never going to be mates,” Tetsurou pinched Tooru’s side and expected some sort of dramatic yelp.

“... I know... and I’m sorry,” Tooru’s soft response nearly took Tetsurou off guard, “you know I've tried, but I can't force myself-"

“It’s not your fault, you want an omega mate and that’s fine,” Tetsurou sent him a reassuring smile, “don’t apologize for that, I like our fucked up arrangement as is.”

“See, this is why you’re my favorite,” Tooru’s bright smile was back on his pretty lips, “now, come with me because I have so much gossip to fill you in on.”

~

Despite spending a year away, this party felt like all the others Tetsurou attended in the past, not a bad thing, comforting really since he always knew what to expect from Meian. Celebrities, actors, influencers, and other famous people from every nook and cranny that Meian found interesting enough to invite were often here to network and get shitfaced on the buffet of alcohol and drugs offered up.

There were also the party favors that came in the form of the adorable omegas that walked around serving food, drinks, and most importantly their cunts to whoever wanted. One of the sole reasons Tetsurou bothered going to these parties, the omegas that Meian hired were gorgeous , bred to be nothing more than trophies on a rich alpha’s arm and used for fucking.

Yet... although Tetsurou had a beautiful blonde sitting between his knees, sucking down his thick cock like she was born for it... all he could think about was that kitten. His mouth was probably too small to properly deepthroat someone of his size, but then he did take Tetsurou’s cock quite well in his pussy.

Tetsurou was always drawn to the innocent ones... or, those who looked like pure, sheltered virgins and Tooru gave him endless shit for that. The alpha even summoned this girl over because she was Tetsurou’s type and any other time, he’d be fucked up over such a pretty gal sucking him down.

His dick did twitch when he imagined the kitten though... all dressed in his skanky little outfit and looking up at Tetsurou for guidance. Too bad there was a cold, distant edge to his voice when he opened his mouth... one that Tetsurou also found incredibly alluring, he wanted to break down those walls.

“What is wrong with me?” Tetsurou closed his eyes as his hand hit the back of the couch, there must’ve been something in the weed to make him like this. 

“Are you having a crisis while getting a blowjob?” Tooru was sitting right beside him, his cock getting sucked as well by a dark haired omega, “you always pick the best times for these things.”

“I’m not...” Tetsurou opened his eyes to look over at the alpha, his pretty face was all flushed, “... I’m just not feelin’ this.”

“You are a changed alpha, one year away from home and you’re not cumming within five minutes of a cute blonde touching your dick? Shocker, did Tsukki traumatize you?”

“Shut up...” Tetsurou snickered as he brought the lit joint to his lips and took a slow drag while glancing down at the omega trying her damned hardest. She was Tetsurou’s type... but the face was wrong, the scent was wrong, the gender was definitely wrong...

“Want me to ride you, then?” Tooru’s warm lips went to kiss along his neck, teeth going to pull off the worn scent patch there. Tetsurou was fine letting it happen, these parties usually turned into a fuckfest as the hours went on and his other bandmates already left before it hit that point.

Koutarou would stay if he was feeling horny, but Kiyoomi had zero interest in having a random person's hands on him... although maybe he had Koutarou finally making a mess of him.

Tooru shooed away the omegas before going to straddle Tetsurou’s waist, there were a few others in here who were openly watching the two alphas and Tetsurou was frankly too high to give a shit. His eyes caught on one of the alphas laying out a line of trinity on an omega’s ass that was situated across his lap and going to snort up the powder with a rolled up bill.

Tetsurou only touched that shit once and that was on a dare, never again was that vile shit going back up his nasal cavity. Kei, out of them all , had to be the one to calm him down from the extreme spike in anxiety that drug gave him otherwise he’s fairly sure he would’ve ran out into traffic to escape the ghosts that were going to kill him. 

“Tetsu, look at me,” Tooru pouted, taking Tetsurou’s jaw in his hand and making him center his focus on the alpha, “you said you missed me.”

“I did miss you,” Tetsurou settled a hand on Tooru’s slim waist, “you’re the one who called those omegas over.”

“I was being nice , she was a gift for you,” Tooru’s huffs weren’t quite as believable when Tetsurou felt him sinking down on his cock, “I thought we could take her and have some fun later, but you looked bored out of your skull.”

“I’ll reimburse however much you paid Meian for her dear services,” Tetsurou stroked Tooru’s hip as the alpha let out a pleasured sigh from being full of him, “or maybe my knot will be enough?”

“It’s a drop in the bucket,” Tooru gripped Tetsurou’s shoulders as he began to move his hips, “... I’d let you knot me if we weren’t here.”

“Seriously?” Tetsurou raised an eyebrow, it’s not that he’d never knotted Tooru before this, but there had been a couple scares where Tooru was too worried about getting accidentally bitched.

“You’re the only alpha I let fuck me,” Tetsurou could feel his heart swell at those words, “and my toys can only do so much... plus maybe , I miss leaking with Kuroo Tetsurou’s cum.”

“You say that like you’re going to put it in a jar and sell it on the internet,” Tetsurou brought the joint to Tooru’s lips, if only to shut him up, “take.”

Tooru held back his dumb quip in favor of taking a drag of the joint, he was always so irresistably sexy when he smoked. Tetsurou bucked his hips upwards into Tooru’s tight ass, he’d definitely prepared before getting here, but he always liked the burn that came with fucking a massive cock like Tetsurou’s.

“Right there... yeah...” Tooru softly moaned as he rolled down to meet Tetsurou’s harder thrusts, this was feeling so much better than that omega’s mouth just mere minutes ago. 

... but then what if that kitten rode him like this? All slow and fucked out of his mind? 

Motherfucker, was Tetsurou really going to prowl the streets for a single prostitute that captivated him? No, no he was not , he had Tooru sitting so nicely in his lap and riding his cock like Tetsurou had been craving for all this time now.

He doesn’t even know the kitten’s name.

This’d probably blow over by the end of the week... 

“Stay with me through your whole break,” Tetsurou said, wrapping his hand behind Tooru’s neck, “I don’t want you out of my sight.”

“Mmm... just don’t stop , Tetsurou.”

That’s it, he just needed to set himself straight... back on the dead end that was Tooru’s route.