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Suo had sat him on his lap ten minutes ago. Maybe fifteen. Sakura had lost track of time.
It wasn't unusual. Suo always found excuses to keep him close: "You'll be more comfortable here, Haruka-kun," "I'm not letting go until you say yes," or he would just pull him and Sakura would end up in his lap without really knowing how it happened. Two years of dating had taught him that resisting was useless. So that afternoon, before the meeting with his four kings, Sakura had let himself fall onto Suo's lap with a huff and continued mentally reviewing the points he wanted to discuss.
Suo had one hand on his waist, the other resting on his thigh, and his chin was resting on his shoulder. Sakura could feel his steady breathing, the warmth of his chest against his back. Normal. Comfortable, even.
But then something changed.
Suo's hand squeezed his waist harder than necessary. His nose buried itself in Sakura's neck, and his lips brushed against his skin without pretense.
"Hey," Sakura said without turning around. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing," Suo replied, but his voice sounded deep. Hoarse.
Sakura frowned. He had heard that tone before, but only in the privacy of his apartment, in the darkness of Suo's room, when the curtains were closed and no one could see them. And only for a few months, since in their third year they had taken that step that had changed everything. Sakura was still new to it, to the touch, to the shared jealousy, to the way Suo's body moved against his and every time it felt like the first: overwhelming, addictive, impossible to forget.
But never on the school rooftop. Never minutes before their friends arrived.
A kiss on his neck. Another. Another.
Sakura shivered. His scent; cherry blossom and ripe peach, sweet and warm, began to seep awkwardly through his nerves.
"Suo, what's wrong with you?"
"Nothing, Haruka-kun."
"You're lying."
Suo laughed against his skin, and that vibration made Sakura squeeze his thighs. Then he felt Suo's scent. Normally it was neutral, controlled, barely perceptible. But now… now there was something heavier. Darker. A smell of burnt wood and cinnamon that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
Sakura's heart skipped a beat.
No. It couldn't be.
Suo never neglected his cycles. Never. He was the most meticulous of the two, the one who always carried spare suppressants, the one who checked the biological calendar with the same precision he used to tie his black leather eyepatch every morning. An alpha by the book, but also an alpha who hated losing control.
That's why the fact that this was happening now, here…
"Suo," Sakura said, and this time his voice was firm. "Let go of me."
He jumped up. Or at least he tried. His feet had barely touched the ground when Suo's hand caught him by the wrist and spun him as if he weighed nothing. Sakura fell face down onto his lap, his knees on either side of Suo's thighs, his hands grabbing his shoulders by pure reflex.
"I told you not to leave," Suo murmured, and his smile was everything Sakura knew and feared: sarcastic, confident, dangerously shameless.
"Suo, we're not at your house," Sakura hissed, trying to pull away, but Suo's hands were already on his hips, immovable.
"I know."
"Then let me go!"
"I don't want to."
Suo kissed him. It wasn't a quick kiss, not one of those teasing steals he gave him in the hallways. It was deep, it was slow, it was an intense kiss. Suo's tongue brushed his lower lip and Sakura moaned. A small, treacherous sound that escaped before he could control it.
Damn it. He was always weak to Suo's kisses. From the first one, from that rainy day in first year when Suo had taken his cheek and stolen his breath. It had taken Sakura months to learn to return them, to stop staying rigid, but now… now it was addictive. Suo's taste, the warmth of his mouth, the way he kissed him as if he had all the time in the world.
Sakura tangled his fingers in Suo's burgundy hair and kissed back. Just a moment. Just a second to satisfy that hunger that always gnawed at him when his boyfriend touched him.
But one second turned into two and three. Into a full minute of tongues, lips, and teeth nibbling possessively.
When Suo broke the kiss, Sakura was gasping. His mismatched eyes were glazed, his cheeks burning. And Suo looked at him with that reddish-brown eye that shone in a way Sakura knew all too well.
"Suo," Sakura said, and his voice trembled. "Stop."
"I don't want to stop," Suo replied, and there was something raw in his tone, something Sakura had only heard in the privacy of his apartment. "I can't, Haruka. You smell too good."
And before Sakura could respond, Suo lifted him. He literally picked him up from his lap and turned him, and suddenly Sakura's back hit the surface of the picnic table next to the railing. One of those that had been installed a few months ago so students could eat outside. The wood was rough under his hands, and the edge dug into his lower back.
Suo stepped between his legs, cornering him against the edge, and his hands slid up his ribs with deliberate slowness.
"S-Suo," Sakura stammered.
"Yes?"
Suo's hands slipped under his shirt. His fingers were long and cold against Sakura's burning skin, and they went up, up, tracing circles on his waist, on his ribs, on the curve of his lower back. Sakura felt his entire skin prickle, how his body arched seeking more without his brain giving permission.
"Suo, stop," Sakura said, but his voice was a thread.
"Stop?" Suo tilted his head, his red tassel earring brushing Sakura's cheek. "But you don't want me to stop, Haruka. Your scent says the opposite."
Suo kissed him again, and this time Sakura didn't resist. His lips parted, his tongue found Suo's, and a hoarse moan escaped his throat. His fingers tangled in Suo's hair and pulled him closer, and closer, until there was no space between them.
It was Suo who broke the kiss again, but only to lower his head to his neck. He kissed the curve of his jaw, the hollow behind his ear, the line of his throat. Sakura was trembling all over.
"Suo," he whispered, and his voice was barely a gasp. "We shouldn't…"
But he didn't finish the sentence. Because Suo pushed his shirt up, and the fabric bunched over his chest, exposing his abdomen and his ribs. Sakura felt the cold afternoon air on his skin and then the heat of Suo's lips on his hip, on his side, on every centimeter of exposed skin.
"Ah," Sakura gasped, and his body arched.
The idiot knew all his weak points. All of them. The nape of his neck, his ribs, his lower back, the hollow behind his ear. Suo had explored them one by one over time, had memorized every reaction, every shiver, every gasp. And in recent months, since they had started sharing heats, since Suo had seen him fall apart under his hands for the first time, he had perfected every touch.
Sakura was still new to all of that. New to the way his body responded without permission, new to the addiction that grew every time Suo touched him, new to the mixture of shame and desire that overwhelmed him when he let himself go. And he was letting himself go.
"Hayato," Sakura whispered.
The name escaped his lips before he could stop it. Not "Suo," not the surname he used in front of everyone. Hayato. The name he only uttered in the darkness of his apartment, with the curtains closed and Suo's legs tangled with his.
Suo stopped dead. He lifted his head, and his reddish-brown eye shone with an intensity that made Sakura's breath catch.
"Say it again," Suo demanded, and his voice was a contained roar.
Sakura blinked. For a moment, just a moment, he had forgotten where they were. He had forgotten the rooftop, the table, the school, the meeting that was about to start. Only Suo existed. His warmth. His lips on his skin.
"Hayato," he repeated, lower, and his hands trembled against Suo's shoulders.
The alpha in front of him emitted a guttural sound, something between a moan and a growl, and his hands gripped Sakura's waist with a force that would leave bruises. Suo pushed Sakura's shirt higher, almost to his chest, and lowered his head to his left side. His lips found the skin just above his ribs and kissed, licked, bit gently.
Sakura let out a sharp moan and his hips moved on their own.
"Hayato, Hayato, stop," his mouth said, but his body said more.
Suo didn't stop. He left a trail of kisses and nibbles along his side, moving up toward his chest, and Sakura felt himself unravel. His jacket had fallen over his elbows, useless, trapping his arms in an uncomfortable position. His white shirt was wrinkled, pulled up almost to his shoulders, and the left side had completely fallen, exposing his shoulder, his side, part of his chest.
Suo's hand slid under his back, arching him against the table, and his mouth found his hip bone.
Sakura saw stars.
"Suo!" he shouted, and this time he used the surname on purpose, as a desperate attempt to return to reality.
He pushed with all his strength, hands flat against Suo's shoulders. He didn't expect it to work. But Suo, though stronger, was as lost as he was, and the shove made him stumble backward.
Sakura lay back against the table, gasping. His body trembled. His shirt was in a shameful state: wrinkled, pulled up, the left side hanging off his shoulder as if he'd had a fight with it and lost. His jacket hung from his elbows, and his hands, with what little freedom of movement they had, gripped the edge of the table to keep from falling.
He was breathing heavily. His uneven hair was messy over his forehead, almost covering his gold eye. His black and white eyelashes trembled as he blinked. And his scent… his scent was an uncontrollable explosion of cherry blossom and peach mixed with Suo's burnt wood, a cocktail that would have been obscene in any other context.
Suo was also gasping. His chest rose and fell heavily, his reddish-brown eye scanned Sakura's body with a possessive intensity that made the omega's skin prickle. His fingers moved as if he wanted to reach him again.
"Hayato," Sakura said with a broken voice, and this time it wasn't a whisper of desire, it was a plea. "Please. You're in heat. You have to go."
Suo stared at him. His scent fluctuated, heavy and dark, and Sakura could see the internal struggle on his face. The alpha who wanted to claim him, mark him, possess him. And the man who loved Sakura enough not to do it against his will.
"Haruka," Suo said, and his voice was a hoarse thread. "You are… you don't know how you look right now."
Sakura felt his cheeks burn. He lowered his gaze and saw his own body: the shirt pulled up, the skin marked by kisses and bites, the tremors he couldn't control.
"Shut up," he whispered.
"I can't," Suo took a step toward him, and his hands slowly rose, as if he were holding himself back with all his might. "I can't shut up when I have you like this. When you smell like this. When you say my name like that."
His fingers brushed the edge of Sakura's shirt, and instead of pulling it up further, they pulled it down. Slowly. Carefully. Covering again the skin he had exposed. Sakura felt the fabric brush against his marked ribs and stifled a moan.
"Hayato…"
"I know," Suo said, and this time his smile was different. Softer. "I know, Haruka. I have to go. But…"
He left the sentence hanging. His hands finished lowering Sakura's shirt, and then they went up to his face. He took it with a delicacy that contrasted with everything that had happened seconds before. His thumbs stroked his flushed cheekbones.
"You look incredible," Suo murmured. "Trembling, blushing, with my scent stuck to your skin. And I know that in a few minutes our friends are going to come up and see you like this. And a part of me, a very selfish part, wants them to see you. Wants them to know that you're mine."
Sakura swallowed. His heart was beating so loudly he could feel it in his ears.
"But another part of me," Suo continued, leaning in to leave a soft kiss on his forehead, "another part doesn't want to share this with anyone. So… I'm going to control myself. For you."
"For me," Sakura repeated, and his voice sounded smaller than he wanted.
Suo nodded. He stepped back, and Sakura watched as the alpha forced himself to take a deep breath, how his hands trembled slightly as they fell to his sides. His reddish-brown eye still shone, but there was something else now: determination.
"I'm going to take a suppressant," Suo said, more to himself than to Sakura. "And I'm going to your apartment. Or mine. It doesn't matter."
Sakura nodded, still dazed. His fingers trembled as he tried to fix his shirt, pull up his jacket, cover the marks Suo had left on his neck.
He didn't manage to finish.
Because then, as if fate wanted to laugh at him, a familiar, thunderous voice boomed from the stairs.
"SAKURA! WE'RE HERE!"
Tsugeura. Of course it was Tsugeura. His voice echoed across the entire rooftop, and Sakura felt his blood run cold.
"They're here," he said quickly, tugging at his jacket to cover his shoulder. "Suo, go. Now."
But Suo didn't move. On the contrary, he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around his waist again, burying his face in his freshly marked neck.
"Suo."
"One more second."
"Suo Hayato!"
Sakura heard footsteps coming up. Several pairs of feet. Nirei, Tsugeura, Kiryu, Azusawa. All of them. And there he was, still half-disheveled, with his shirt wrinkled, his neck full of wet marks, his scent altered, his lips swollen, and an alpha in heat refusing to let him go.
His friends' heads began to appear at the rooftop entrance.
"Oh," said Kiryu, the first to see them. His eyebrow arched with a smile that was already a mockery in itself.
Nirei froze, notebook raised. Tsugeura opened his mouth without knowing what to say. Azusawa, the most normal, looked away toward the sky as if suddenly the clouds were fascinating.
Sakura wanted to die.
"Suo," he whispered desperately, giving small pats on his boyfriend's shoulder. "Let go. Now."
Suo lifted his head. His reddish-brown eye scanned the newcomers with a calm he shouldn't have in his state, and then he smiled. That smile of his, the one that made anyone feel watched.
"Ah," Suo said, as if he had just noticed them. "You're early."
"We're on time," Kiryu replied, leaning on the railing. "Looks like you two were… busy."
Sakura felt his cheeks burn more than the afternoon sun. He patted Suo's shoulder again, harder this time.
"Let me go already, idiot. I have a meeting."
Suo didn't move. Instead, his arms tensed slightly, as if he were seriously considering never letting him go. His alpha-in-heat scent fluctuated visibly, something his friends noticed: Nirei blinked, Tsugeura sniffed the air without disguise, Kiryu arched an eyebrow with more interest, and Azusawa… Azusawa just watched, with an expression that could have been understanding or amusement.
Sakura knew he couldn't go on like this. He knew that if Suo didn't leave now, he would never leave.
So he did something he never did at school.
He turned inside Suo's embrace, took his cheek with a trembling hand, the other still trapped in his fallen jacketand planted a quick kiss on his lips. It was brief. Chaste, even. But Suo's lips trembled against his, and Sakura felt the arms holding him loosen just enough.
"Go rest," Sakura said against his mouth, quietly, just for him. "I promise I'll come later."
Suo's reddish-brown eye softened. For a second, just a second, he stopped being the teasing flirt and became something more vulnerable. Something Sakura only saw in the privacy of his apartment.
"Do you promise?"
"I promise. Now get lost, idiot."
Suo laughed. This time it was his real laugh, the one Sakura kept in a secret place in his chest. He slowly pulled away, and before letting go of Sakura completely, his fingers hooked onto the edge of his fallen jacket and pulled it back up to his shoulder. A small gesture. Careful. That none of his friends should have noticed.
But Sakura noticed.
Suo pulled away with an elegance he shouldn't have in his state, his red tassel earring swinging. And before leaving, he cast one last look at the four boys who were still there, motionless, witnessing everything.
"Guys," Suo said in his most sarcastic tone. "Please don't get too close to my cute boyfriend. I don't want any other scent clinging to him but mine."
Kiryu burst out laughing. Nirei blushed to his ears. Tsugeura opened and closed his mouth several times without making a sound. Azusawa sighed, shaking his head with a resigned smile.
"We're not the ones to blame for you being jealous," Kiryu said.
"I know," Suo replied, and his smile was all venom. "But I prefer to make things clear."
Sakura wanted to throw himself off the railing.
"Get lost already!"
Suo raised a hand in a carefree wave and slipped toward the back stairs, his back straight, his black leather eyepatch shining under the sun. And just before disappearing, he turned his head and cast one last look at Sakura. Just one. But in it there was enough warmth that Sakura had to grab the table to keep from following him.
Then he left.
And Sakura stood there, standing, with his shirt wrinkled, his left shoulder still warm from Suo's hands, his neck full of invisible but burning marks, the scent of cherry blossom and peach mixed with burnt wood and cinnamon, and four pairs of eyes fixed on him.
Kiryu was the first to break the silence.
"Well," he said, crossing his arms. "Shall we start the meeting, or do you need a minute? Or five. Or an hour."
"Shut up," Sakura growled, but his voice came out higher than normal.
Nirei, always the kindest, stepped forward with a warm smile. "Are you okay, Sakura-san? We can wait if you need to…"
"I'm perfectly fine," Sakura cut in, although his cheeks were still scarlet and his hand kept tugging at his jacket to cover his neck. "Let's start. Any incidents?"
Tsugeura raised his fist energetically, clearly deciding to ignore what he had just witnessed. "All quiet in my squad, Sakura! But…" he frowned. "In the south area, there were some guys bothering some middle schoolers. Nothing serious, my guys already chased them off."
Sakura nodded, and although his body was still trembling and his mind was still half on the table with Suo, his expression hardened. The leader of Furin was present again.
"Did you identify them?"
"No," Azusawa replied, taking the floor. "But they left a threat. They said they'd come back with more people. We'll have to stay alert."
"Write down the names of the kids who saw them," Sakura said, and his voice no longer trembled. "We'll interview them tomorrow. Kiryu, you handle reinforcing the south area this week."
"Understood," Kiryu replied, and this time there was no mockery in his tone.
"Nirei, I want a report of all incidents from the last week. Even the ones that seem minor."
"Yes, Sakura-san!" Nirei was already taking notes.
"Tsugeura, make sure the first-years don't get into trouble. Last time we let them 'investigate' on their own, they ended up with bruises."
"Got it!"
Sakura nodded, satisfied. The meeting continued as always: reports, strategies, decisions. His four kings spoke to him with respect, and he responded with the firmness they expected from their leader.
But when they finished and the guys began to say goodbye, Kiryu stopped by the stairs and cast one last look toward the picnic table.
"Sakura-kun," he said, and his smile had returned. "Next time, tell Suo-san to wait until we leave. Not all of us have the stomach to see you two like that."
"Kiryu!"
Kiryu laughed and ran down the stairs before Sakura could hit him.
Nirei stayed one second longer, with a soft smile. "Take care of Suo-san, okay? We'll handle everything for today."
Sakura wanted to say it wasn't necessary, that he could handle everything, that he didn't need to be coddled. But the words got stuck in his throat. Because it was true. Suo was waiting for him. And his body was still burning where his boyfriend had touched him.
"…Thank you," he murmured, so low that Nirei almost didn't hear him.
But he heard him. And his smile grew brighter.
Sakura was left alone on the rooftop, with the sun falling on the wooden table, with his scent still swirling in the air, with Suo's marks burning under his shirt. He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his uneven hair, and smiled.
Barely. Just a little.
Then he ran down the stairs, toward Suo's apartment. Toward his Suo.