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The idea was simple enough. Scent one another, attend interviews and talk shows, and be seen in public. Not difficult by any means… in theory. But theories are just that. Theories. And sometimes theories didn’t work out as people planned them to.
This was one of those times.
Scaramouche gripped the edges of the sink, knuckles white from how tight his hold was. Looking at himself in the mirror, it was obvious that he was in heat again, but it wasn’t due to the typical stress. No. For once, he wished it were. Because at least then he could explain it away with a straight face and go lock himself up at home. But no. No, it had to be because of him—that damn smooth-talking blonde with his flowery words and calm demeanour. Alpha scent didn’t typically do it for him, but this alpha—Kazuha—his did. And it was driving him crazy.
It didn’t help that their agencies thought it would be such a grand idea to have them pull this PR stunt. “Just scent one another and trapes around,” his agent had told him. “It’s just until we finish promoting the drama, and once it’s over, you never have to worry about it again.”
That was certainly easier said than done. Because Kazuha’s scent—as calming and gentle as it was—made his body hotter than the Sumeru Desert! Not to mention wet. He shifted uncomfortably at the thought. He’d already gone into the stall twice to deal with the slick, but he could feel it building up again. He pushed off the sink and returned to the stall he was previously in, dropping his pants to look down at the mess. His face was red with frustration and embarrassment. How could one person do this to him?
Cleaned up for a third time, Scaramouche put himself back together and hurried out of the bathroom. He needed to leave. Needed to go home. Needed to not be near Kazuha.
But fate was not kind to him—it never was.
“Scara?” Just saying his name was enough to have his insides clench. “You seem to be in a hurry. Is everything alright?”
“Fine.” He replied. He tried to move past him—tried to ignore him and leave as quickly as possible, but Kazuha caught him by the wrist.
“You’re not.” His voice was as gentle as it always was, and for a moment, Scaramouche faltered. The way he looked at him… he couldn’t stand it.
He yanked his hand away. “I said, I’m fine.” He bared his teeth at him.
Kazuha sighed softly. “You can say that all you like, but you’re not being honest.”
The longer he stayed there, the dizzier Scaramouche was getting from Kazuha’s scent. “You don’t have to be so damn proper all the time. It’s annoying.”
“Scara,” He spoke. His voice was so fucking calming. “Tell me what’s wrong. I can help.”
Scaramouche shook his head. “You can’t!” He bit, but he knew he could. Kazuha had helped him plenty of times before, just… not the way he needed at the moment. Suppressants were one thing, scent block another, but this time? No, he needed more. More than he was sure Kazuha could give him.
Still, Kazuha didn’t leave. He stood there. Concern clear on his face. “Whatever it is, Scara, I—”
“No!” He needed to leave—escape. If he stayed there any longer, there’s no way he’d be able to convince himself to leave. So he did what he felt he had to do—he ran away. He left Kazuha in the hall, not daring to look back.
He didn’t stop until he was safely tucked away inside his dressing room. Surely a solid, locked door would be enough to keep everyone away from him. But that wasn’t what he wanted. Not in the slightest. How could things turn out like this? Why did they have to turn out like this? He sat on the floor, hidden between the side of the sofa and the wall. Surely no one would find him there. No one except—
There wasn’t even a knock. Just the sound of the door opening. He’d locked it, hadn’t he?! How did someone get in so easily? But then he caught it. The scent of a gentle breeze… “Go away!” He snapped, tucking his limbs closer to his body. Trying to keep everything outside away from him.
“Scaramouche, it’s alright.” His voice was quiet, like he was talking to a child or something, which only pissed Scaramouche off even more.
“I don’t need your help! I don’t want it! Just leave me alone!”
The door clicked again, and then it latched—the sound of the lock actually locking. That fucking door hadn’t locked?! How dare it. He went to glare at the door, but came face-to-face with Kazuha, who was suddenly right in front of him. He gasped and choked on his scent. It made him so dizzy. Why? Why, of all people?! Why did it have to be him?!
“I’m here, Scaramouche, it’ll be okay. Just let me help you in whatever way I can.”
Scaramouche tried to hold out. He tried to refuse again, but Kazuha… he was right there. All he had to do was reach out, just a little bit, and he could touch him. He was so close. Close and gentle and caring and knew exactly what he needed every time he saw him, and—
His body moved faster than his brain. He grabbed onto Kazuha’s shoulders and jerked him forward. His lips were on the blonde’s in an instant, teeth clacking as their tongues met. Kazuha tasted of green tea and sakura. And before he could think, Kazuha moved closer. He unwrapped Scara’s defensive position and crawled between his legs, pinning him against the very wall he sought refuge against.
The rutting started almost immediately. Scaramouche could feel everything. He was overly sensitive and Kazuha… he was just—he could feel him. By the Archons, how big was he? He wanted to see. He wanted to feel. He wanted him inside. He— “Kazu—” Scaramouche gasped against the man’s lips, pressing his ass against the other’s lap. He was lucky he was still able to think. The way Kazuha’s scent wrapped around him made the world disappear. “Please. It’s too hot.”
Scaramouche was picked up before he knew what was happening. And then he was deposited onto the sofa with agonizing ease. “Allow me to help you,” Kazuha said. Scaramouche gave a quick nod, and that’s all that the alpha needed.
His shoes were the first thing to go. Stripped off and placed neatly just beneath the sofa. Then his socks, tucked just so into his shoes. Scaramouche watched with impatience. “Kazu.” He couldn’t believe the man was taking it so damn slow.
“Patience, Mochi,” Kazuha smiled.
Scara did the opposite. “Don’t call me that.”
“Why?” The blonde questioned, pushing the omega’s damp hair from his face. “You’re so very similar to it. Sweet. Soft. Ready to be devoured.”
The gush that erupted from Scaramouche’s ass when it clenched had him groaning. “D-don’t say things like that.” He was infuriated—embarrassed.
Kazuha smiled again, but there was something darker in it. A look Scaramouche had never seen on his face before. Mischievous was one thing, but… this was devious. It almost scared him. But this was Kazuha. Kazuha would never do anything to harm him. “Give me the word, Scaramouche, and I will devour you. I will cure you of this ailment. Just tell me.”
Scaramouche nodded quickly. “Yes—” he said, knowing full well that Kazuha wouldn’t do anything if he just nodded. “Make it stop.”
That was it.
With another kiss, Kazuha’s hands were on him again. This time, beneath his clothes. His cool hands felt like ice against Scaramouche’s clammy skin. But it wasn’t enough. He needed more. He needed Kazuha inside him. He whimpered into the kiss. A quiet plea to continue. And Kazuha listened. He stripped Scaramouche’s shirt off, dropping it carelessly to the floor, and then, there went his pants. His underwear was a mess, but Kazuha didn’t seem to mind. In fact, his pupils seemed to dilate a bit at the sight of him. “Don’t stare,” Scara complained, but he was surprised when Kazuha listened.
He kissed him again. Hands trailing over his hips, over his stomach, and then up his chest. His thumbs pressed against Scaramouche’s nipples. They hardened quickly, perking beneath the friction. He moaned into Kazuha’s mouth. Their kiss didn’t last much longer. No. Kazuha pulled away and trailed down, leaving kisses in his wake. The thumb pressing against his left nipple worked harder. Pressing firmer. Then a pinch. But Scara couldn’t react to it before he reacted to the way Kazuha’s mouth engulfed his right. The flat of his tongue pressed against him, dragging over the erect bud before teeth surrounded it.
Kazuha bit him.
There was no way in the universe Scaramouche’s sofa wasn’t ruined because he felt his slick leaking down his bare ass. His hole was open, fluttering, begging to be filled. But Kazuha focused on his chest. He abused Scaramouche’s nipple until he couldn’t handle it anymore, and then he moved to the other, repeating his actions with the second one. Scaramouche was already out of it. The heat. The dampness from Kazuha’s saliva. The feeling of teeth on sensitive flesh.
It disappeared all too soon. Replaced by Kazuha’s mouth trailing kisses down… and down… and down until the alpha’s teeth sank into the flesh just above his hip bone. Not enough to bleed. But enough to leave a defining bruise. Scaramouche’s cock twitched and leaked. He wasn’t sure how much more he could handle. He was sure a couple more touches would have him keening over the edge. But Kazuha didn’t bother touching his cock. He kissed around it—dangerously closely—and Scaramouche’s eyes grew wide when he realized.
“Don’t—” he tried. “Kazuha, don’t. It’s messy.”
Kazuha wasn’t listening to him anymore. His eyes were trained on the very mess Scara was trying to get him to ignore. His hips were lifted—Archons, how was he able to do that with such ease?—and Kazuha’s face dipped lower.
Scaramouche’s thighs locked around Kazuha’s head at the first touch. And while Kazuha was being so incredibly gentle, the tongue that dove inside him was hungry. The man was feasting on him as though he’d been starving. Lapping up his slick like it was some kind of delicacy. There was no stopping his orgasm when he felt Kazuha’s teeth scrape his hole. His hands—already tangled into Kazuha’s hair—tugged and tried to push him off as he came with a loud cry. Kazuha stopped. If only for a moment.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. He gave Scaramouche’s hole one more lick, his tongue dipping into him one last time before his fingers replaced it and his mouth moved. “A shame,” he said, placing a kiss on the base of the omega’s cock. “I was too focused elsewhere.” Scaramouche trembled beneath him.
He watched as his spent cock disappeared inside that mouth. There was nothing he could do about it. Nor could he do anything about the fingers pressing inside him. Those were more distracting. They pressed against his insides, spread him open with unsurprising ease. Each thrust of Kazuha’s hand squelched from the slick, but neither cared. The sound of Kazuha sucking him off made it all the more obscene. And it was that moment that Scaramouche thought… he could die happy like this.
It didn’t take Kazuha long to work Scaramouche back up. His mouth was so good, and his fingers… how was Kazuha so good at abusing his prostate like that? “K-Kazuha!” He cried when he came for a second time, his ass squirting slick while Kazuha swallowed his cum. The man’s fingers stayed in place while Kazuha’s mouth left his overstimulated cock to lick off the mess he’d made earlier off his abdomen.
“You’re so pretty like this,” Kazuha said softly. He spread his fingers wide inside him. “You’re more than ready. Would you like me to take you now?”
Scaramouche was dizzy with lust. The first two orgasms were enough to make him so, but the idea of having the alpha’s cock inside him woke more than just his consciousness. “Take me,” he replied. “Claim me. Bi—ah!”
Kazuha pressed his fingers deep and firm against his prostate. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” he said.
The moment Kazuha’s touch left his body was the moment Scaramouche lost the rest of his resolve. He watched the blonde strip down. Shirt, shoes, socks, pants—all of it until he was bare. The omega looked at him—his cock—and let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t overly large. In fact, Kazuha seemed to be much closer to the average size, if not a little bigger.
“Deep breath,” Kazuha instructed. Scaramouche took a breath as the alpha positioned his cock at his entrance. “I apologize if this hurts.” He didn’t get a chance to react as Kazuha slammed himself flush against his ass, cock throbbing inside him.
Scaramouche’s toes curled, his back arched, and he let out the most undignified sound he’d ever heard himself make. There was no hesitation. Once Kazuha’s arm was beneath him, holding him up, he started a quick pace. Thrusting deep into Scara each time.
It was fast. A little rough. But Scaramouche was melting in it. How could he not? The feeling of the other man’s cock itched a spot so deep inside Scaramouche could never have reached. Each thrust sent him barrelling towards a third orgasm while Kazuha hadn’t even come once.
“K-Kazu—haaa.” The alpha’s name quickly became a mantra for him. Every thrust. Every movement. Every touch. He felt desperate. The heat that once overtook Scaramouche’s body flared until he started feeling sticky, and that only seemed to spur the other man on. With a small moment of clarity, Scaramouche grabbed Kazuha’s face, pulled him in, and kissed him with a sloppy passion. He didn’t care that he could taste himself on his tongue. He only cared about how Kazuha panted into it and held onto him as though he would get away. But Scaramouche wasn’t going anywhere. He couldn’t even if he wanted to—not that he wanted to, because he was exactly where he wanted to be.
When the kiss broke, Kazuha buried his face against Scaramouche’s neck, breathing against him like a feral beast, and something snapped. Perhaps it was the way Kazuha had told him not to get ahead of himself… but he was more inclined to think that it was because there was an alpha’s mouth so very close to his scent gland that he could just—Scaramouche grabbed onto Kazuha’s head, pushing his face harder against his neck. He urged him. There was a moment where he felt the scrape of teeth, then the sharp feeling of teeth piercing his flesh.
This was not the same kind of bite he got on his hip.
His insides clamped down around Kazuha’s cock, squeezing him tight as he was claimed, but it didn’t stop there. With another rough thrust, he felt the way his hole was spread open, the alpha's knot impaling him on his cock as Kazuha spilled his seed into the deepest parts of him. Scaramouche went rigid and then fell limp. Vision hazy. Breath uneven. Body trembling. He was cold, sticky, and so very tired.
Kazuha didn’t dare let go for a long moment, his hips rolling as he milked his knot inside him. It was only when he stilled that he released his bite. The warmth of blood trickled down his neck, but Scaramouche was unbothered. The only thing he could think of was how good Kazuha looked at that moment. He could barely see the crimson of his eyes because his pupils were so wide. A speck of blood stained his lips. And his cheeks were painted red from the blush. Even his ears shared the same colour.
“Are you okay, my friend?” Kazuha asked softly, his voice a bit shaken.
Scaramouche smiled, but then he frowned. “We’re not just friends anymore,” he stated—and pouted. “How dare you call me friend after that. Have you truly no shame?”
Kazuha smiled and pressed a chaste kiss against Scaramouche’s lips. “My love,” Kazuha corrected. “My person. My omega. My mate.” Each one was followed by a kiss. “Is that better, Scaramouche?”
The omega’s cheeks burned red with embarrassment, but he nodded all the same. “Y-yes.”
Kazuha kissed him once again before pressing their foreheads together. “What are we to do about this now? It seems as though our former ruse has become that of reality.”
It was true. The PR stunt they were put up to had gone from some kind of fake dating ruse to them being mated. What were their companies going to think? How were they going to cover his mark? Were they going to try to? He sighed softly.
“When can I move in?” Scaramouche asked, changing the trajectory of his spiralling thoughts. “I’m your mate now, so… when can I move into your place?”
Kazuha chuckled softly. “Well, we’re going to have to wait a bit before we go making decisions like that. We’re not going anywhere until my knot releases, and I’m not sure how long that’s going to be.”
Scaramouche scoffed. “Lame. I thought all alphas could do that thing with their knots.”
“What thing?” Kazuha questioned.
The omega’s face went red. “U-use it to… never mind! Forget I said anything.”
Kazuha looked at him, puzzled for a moment before getting that mischievous smirk on his face. “Are you referring to the way some alphas can fuck people with their knots?” Scara’s face went ablaze. “I see… If that’s what you long for. We can give it a try the next time. We are, unfortunately, very stuck. And you, my dear omega, are no longer in heat.”
“Of course I’m not,” Scaramouche realized that quite some time ago. “That’s what happens when an omega gets mated.”
“And you were trying to run away from me,” Kazuha amused.
Scaramouche couldn’t actually deny it. So he didn’t. But he refused to say anything after that. Instead, he simply closed his eyes and relaxed against his very filthy sofa. So much for having to worry about some lame ass PR stunt.