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The first time Shinomiya met the redhead was when he was a freshman and was still a pretty diamond in the rough. It was the first day of Hell Camp and Shinomiya was already feeling no sympathy for all of the students he’s going to get expelled. Obviously, if they didn’t get through one of the former First Seat of Tootsuki’s Elite Ten, the prestigious cooking academy doesn’t have a place for them.
He actually planned on being nice to the, as he would like to put it, children, but the freshmen didn’t make it out to be an easy job for the pinknette Alpha. The very moment he entered the auditorium where he, along with other Tootsuki alumnus, were to be introduced to the students that would be facing their wrath, Shinomiya’s nostrils were assaulted with an overwhelmingly delicious scent he almost buckled in on himself right then and there.
Shinomiya took a few seconds to gather his bearings. His sense of smell wasn’t all that sensitive, except maybe if he was in the zone while cooking a certain dish or if he was in a rut; both of which is, clearly, not the case. The pinknette was also quite certain never in his life had he reacted this way to omegas and their scents. It was true that he would be occasionally swayed by the alluring smell, specially when the omega is tiptoeing the line of entering their heat. Shinomiya was an Alpha after all, it was in his instincts.
There were the fleeting flings, the one night stands, the inevitable ‘take me homes’ he got from the club. Usually he’d make sure they were a beta or delta, but he’d be lying if he said he hasn’t done it with an omega.
Doing it with omegas were a much more stimulating experience and the next Alpha would agree. Mostly it was because of how natural the whole process would be. Their rawest forms would be bare and the Alpha would always call out to the omega. To care, to protect, to mate.
Shinomiya never felt the need to mate with his partner before, no matter how deep they were in the throes of pleasure. It just never occurred to him.
Shinomiya’s nostrils flare as he catches a quick whiff of that intoxicating scent once again.
The pinknette had heard about the stories from mated couples before, had seen it portrayed in movies, had read about it from social media sites – that there was someone out there that would complement you like you were two halves of a whole. Someone who you were destined to be with for the rest of your lives. Someone who would bring out the purest and rawest of desires even with just a faint trail of their scent.
Shinomiya had always been skeptic about it.
First of all, it rarely ever happened, and even if it did, no one could tell if the couple would be telling the truth or was just jumping on to the bandwagon of ‘finding their soulmates’. Says that when they first saw each other they just knew and when they touched each other they fell into place like puzzle pieces. Because it was so rare, majority of the population has considered it a myth.
But as he stands on the elevated podium, skimming his eyes over the faces of the cluster of students in front of him, going lightheaded with the smell that tickles his nostrils. It was sweet and subtle, but it was also thick with a citrus tinge to it and pungent. It was the harmonious scent of lavender fabric softener and apple cider. It bore the faint scent of the shopping district and the ocean. It also belonged to a gorgeous redheaded teen with golden eyes.
Shinomiya felt elated.
It wouldn’t be far-fetched to say this teen was Shinomiya’s ‘soulmate’.
It felt right.
The pinknette cleared his throat and the murmuring in the auditorium momentarily ceased. He stepped down from the podium and made his way towards the redhead who was staring off into the distance, his mind elsewhere. Shinomiya felt his composure slip from the decreasing distance, his skin tingling with excitement he can’t quite place. The redhead was now conversing animatedly with a group of freshmen near him, his features lighting up in interest.
Shinomiya tries to deny his sudden need to be the one to cause the redhead’s joy. He doesn’t succeed much.
There was a fleeting thought that passed through Shinomiya’s mind, I don’t even know his name. Yet.
Shinomiya stood behind the tiny group of friends surrounding the redhead. “Excuse me.”
They all turned around.
The scent multiplied ten-fold, leaving him in a daze. He grits his teeth to stop himself from dragging the redhead somewhere secluded; push him down with his lovely ass dripping and gaping, waiting to be filled.
Breathe, Shinomiya Kojirou.
All of them averted their eyes once they realized he was an Alpha.
All of them except the redhead with the delicious smell.
“Yes, Shinomiya-senpai?” The redhead asked casually. Never mind how Shinomiya felt when his name rolled off of that sinful tongue, it was much more off-putting how nonchalant he was talking to the Alpha.
But since he hasn’t presented yet, it wasn’t much of a surprise. He has no instincts to submit or obey. He was in a state of neutrality.
Huh.
He smells so good, though. Smells ripe and ready. Smells like omega and mate. Shinomiya has to rein the animal inside him to stop himself from pouncing. Not being able to hold the redhead when he looks so vulnerable and open felt so wrong that it physically pained him.
Shinomiya was at a loss for words, he had already been formulating a plan on how he would like to court the teen omega only to find out that he’s not even legally considered as an omega yet.
Shinomiya briefly remembers a mandatory biology class he had in university. Something about an Alpha being able to predict the representation of a person if their compatibility as mates is very high, through their scent; it can be years before they actually present or moments before.
And this young man was going to be an omega and Shinomiya is five hundred percent sure about that. He’s going to be a beautiful little thing and Shinomiya’s going to make sure he’ll make him his.
*
His name was Yukihira Souma.
How fucking perfect was that?
Shinomiya had him on the second day challenge and he didn’t care what any of the other students thought about how he acted around the (painfully oblivious) redhead.
Shinomiya pasted instructions in front and glared at the students. He barked out a command that they would follow his recette down to a darn T and that they would do that in two hours. Failure to reach the terms would result to immediate expulsion.
With that taken care of, he made his way towards the redhead who was dutifully cooking a few stations down, with a determined glint in his golden eyes.
Before he even had the chance to prepare himself for the onslaught of sensations Yukihira’s steadily intensifying scent, which, Shinomiya’s began to notice effects no one else but him, he suddenly feels a jolt of pleasure run down his spine and straight to his groin.
He has to bite his lip to prevent any sounds from escaping.
What was that about?
Shinomiya decided to shrug it off, composing himself for what seemed like the seventh time today. Settling on observing Yukihira’s skilled fingers work on the different ingredients laid down in front of him. He worked with confidence in his abilities and a certain delicateness every time his hands would slide over the dish. His efficiency with a knife was mesmerizing, and when Shinomiya tasted the dish he made he knew he was done for.
“Very good. You passed, Yukihira-kun.” Shinomiya said, pleased. He let the words drip from his tongue and his eyes roamed over the redhead’s form.
Fuck. I can take him here. Leave him bare for everyone to see me claim him. Would I knot him? I’ve never knotted before. They said knotting was only for mates. I’d knot him, for sure. I’d take him deep. Make him know how worthy I am for him. Give him my pups. Make him –
Easy there, Alpha.
Shinomiya curses, he almost lost his grip for a second there. The animal inside him going feral because of the scent of his omega. The pinknette mentally slaps himself, when did he start calling Yukihira his omega?
Well… it doesn’t sound so bad though.
And when Yukihira gives him a blindingly genuine smile; all pearly white teeth, lively eyes, and a dimple on his left cheek, Shinomiya is fucking undone.
*
The camp continues on without much incident. There was the occasional parent claiming to bribe the academy a large sum of money if they would agree to continue to accept their child into the academy. There were a few students who thrashed a whole floor because they were under the influence of alcohol. And there was that one time half way through the third day where a kitchen almost caught fire.
They were already four days into the camp and things have begun to take toll on the students. The population has significantly thinned out, too. All throughout this Shinomiya had spent a good amount of time with a particular Yukihira Souma.
Shinomiya was lounging in one of the chairs located at the lobby of the floor that was reserved strictly for Tootsuki alumni, he was resting after yet another mentally draining challenge he had to overlook and he was slowly drifting off to sleep when suddenly his blood started rushing in his veins and his heart pounded relentlessly against his ribs.
Shinomiya’s eyes shot open and his hands gripped the armrests of the chair he was sitting on. His Alpha momentarily slipped and he let out a growl. Pulse after pulse of arousal was traveling through his spine and fueling his steadily hardening cock.
“Fuck.” He growled out, breathing heavily. A series of hurried footsteps drifting away from him were heard. Betas. A wide array of scents assaulted him but soon enough they all started to scatter away.
The pulsing stopped, and Shinomiya took deep breaths to get himself and his Alpha back in check. Heavy footsteps approached him and the familiar scent of another Alpha did little to appease his instincts.
“Shinomiya? Are you okay? You seem agitated.”
“Gin. Don’t come any further.” Shinomiya meant it as a warning, it sounded like a threat.
“Shinomiya, what are you –“
At that moment, a very familiar scent reached Shinomiya and his head immediately whipped to the elevator doors that were currently opening.
Yukihira Souma stepped out and took a moment to look around; when his gaze landed on Shinomiya he proceeded to make his way towards the pinknette. Shinomiya, almost instantly, relaxed. His shoulders sagged with relief and his hands had finally let go of the armrests.
Gin’s eyebrows raised in question.
Shinomiya ignored him.
Once Yukihira was in front of him he greeted him with a soft smile, a light dust of pink on his cheeks. Shinomiya felt his breath hitch, swallowing around a lump in his throat, he searched Yukihira’s face for… anything. Something.
His scent was still faint, but it was getting stronger.
“Shinomiya-senpai,” Yukihira started. “About what I asked you the other day? Are we still on that?”
Shinomiya nods hurriedly, of course he remembers. He had promised the redhead private lessons about different French cooking techniques. “I thought we were doing this at 6:00?”
“About that, I… Can we move it another day” Yukihira asked, Shinomiya wondered as to why. So he asked.
“I- I haven’t been feeling well, lately. I have a doctor appointment today so… I won’t make it.”
Shinomiya felt a wave of worry pass through him. Yukihira looked flushed; there was a healthy color to his skin and a faint aura of positivity that basically radiates from the redhead.
“You look fine right now, though?” Shinomiya observed.
“Yeah. I don’t know why. It comes and goes, but, as you said I feel perfectly okay right now. My friends were still pretty worried even though I told them it was just homesickness or something. I’m really sorry about this, senpai, but I can understand if you can’t reschedule. I can ask some of the other senpais –“
“No.” Shinomiya immediately cut him off, feeling a tinge of anger at the prospect of Yukihira talking to anyone else. “I can go anytime you’re free. I’m totally cool with it.”
“Really?” Yukihira questions, smiling broadly at Shinomiya who felt his heart skip a beat.
“Yeah.”
“That would be great! Alright, I’ll be heading out now. Thank you so much, Shinomiya-senpai!” Yukihira says, turning away towards the elevators while waving goodbye. Shinomiya waves back, his eyes following the boy’s movements. The floor indicator on the top of the elevator flashing.
16, 15, 14…
Once Yukihira reaches the eighth floor, a sharp pang of pleasure and pain courses through Shinomiya and he growls.
Gin growls back unintentionally.
Shinomiya was immediately on guard, glaring at Gin from the corner of his eye.
Gin backs away, although reluctantly, his instincts probably going against his rationality. Running away from a threatening Alpha that can mean harm goes against his animal.
“Shit, Gin, sorry.” Shinomiya sighs once the pulses subsided.
“No, I’m… I don’t want the boy.” Gin states matter-of-factly before walking away.
Shinomiya relaxes a fraction.
*
On the last day of camp, Shinomiya couldn’t smell even a faint trace of Yukihira’ scent. His only saving grace was seeing the redhead at the buffet right after the last challenge. His Alpha was feeling wild at not being able to smell his omega’s scent but was calmed down when Shinomiya cooked and served dish after dish to Yukihira.
That day, Shinomiya felt so out of his wits that right after the buffet, he dragged Yukihira to a secluded room in some hidden alcove of the hotel.
His hand tingled where he touched Yukihira’s. The redhead’s hand felt perfect inside his, felt right, felt safe. He gained immense satisfaction from how Yukihira held his hand willingly, without hesitation.
Once Shinomiya reached their destination he shut the door and let go of Yukihira’s hand to close the door behind them. Before he had the time to process what was going on, his back was against the closed door, and a warm pliant body was pasted against his front.
Shinomiya’s breath caught in his throat and his lungs had constricted involuntarily. Yukihira’s head was buried in the crook of his neck, right at the spot where his neck met his shoulder, just below his scent gland. The redhead’s arms were weaved around Shinomiya’s waist, keeping him in place. Shinomiya doubted he would’ve even tried to move away when the very object of his affections was in his arms.
“Alpha.” Yukihira whispered, greedily breathing in Shinomiya’s scent and visibly shivering. He nuzzled his nose against the sensitive skin of Shinomiya’s scent gland which caused the pinknette to let out a guttural moan. “My Alpha.” Yukihira added, and Shinomiya is fucked.
“Yukihira. H-How? I thought –“ Shinomiya began to question him, but his thought processes have come to a halt when a hot and moist tongue lapped up his scent gland. “Oh, fuck. Good boy.” Shinomiya said instead, one of his hands making its way to Yukihira’s red tresses, tangling the strands with his fingers and tugging Yukihira’s head to the side to bare his neck.
Shinomiya’s other hand gripped the redhead’s hip. His head dipped down to the presented expanse of soft skin, nuzzling into Yukihira’s scent gland and gulping the scent he has missed. Yukihira whimpered against him.
“You don’t know how hard it was to not do this for the past days, Yukihira-kun.” Shinomiya stated, Yukihira just whimpered more. Shinomiya can smell the faint smell of slick.
Holy shit.
Shinomiya’s head shot up and looked wildly at Yukihira’s face. Eyes blown wide, the golden eyes he’s come to associate with the most alluring smell ever have been reduced to dark orbs of lust and want. Yukihira was panting and trying desperately to rut against Shinomiya.
The Alpha in Shinomiya is ridiculously pleased.
The overwhelming need to care, to protect, to mate and claim was almost too much to resist, what with Yukihira’s scent mingled with the smell of slick.
Slick of a completely willing mate.
My omega.
Yukihira groans and started to breathe a lot more heavily. “Yes, your omega. Yours.” Shinomiya feels his cock twitch.
Shinomiya may or may have not said that out loud.
But shit.
Shinomiya gathers his thoughts, disregards the tightness in his slacks and looked at Yukihira properly. They need to talk this one out or else Shinomiya would do something he shouldn’t be doing to a fifteen year-old omega, his mate for fuck’s sake, who hasn’t even had his first heat.
“Yukihira, listen, this isn’t the time and place for this.” Yukihira sobs, Shinomiya’s heart breaks when a tear slipped from the emotional teen’s eyes. “It’s your hormones. You just presented, right?” Shinomiya waits until the redhead nods in confirmation.
“I plan on courting you properly, at least. I want to do this right. You’re my mate.”
“Yes. I’m your mate.” Yukihira cries out. Shinomiya tries his best to wipe away the sudden onslaught of tears.
“Hey, hey. It’s going to be alright. Look,” Shinomiya put his hand behind Yukihira’s neck, gently eased the omega back to the crook of his neck. Shinomiya crooned, a sound of comfort. Yukihira visibly relaxed in his arms. “Now, breathe.” Yukihira did as instructed, and Shinomiya complimented him generously.
“Now, talk to me about what the doctor said. I need to know as your mate.” Shinomiya pleaded, gently running his hands through the teenager’s hair and crooning a low tone in his throat to comfort the omega.
“I presented prematurely. Mainly because of you. He said that your scent, as my mate, triggered hormones that aren’t ready and needed yet.” Yukihira states, barely above a whisper. Shinomiya hums to let him know he’s listening.
“He made me take some strong suppressants to help ease with the… urges. That’s probably why you won’t be able to smell me that much.” Yukihira chuckled, Shinomiya snorted.
“I panicked, you know? When all of a sudden I can’t track your scent anymore.” Shinomiya confessed, tightening his hold around the redhead. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t even know what was happening. I suddenly felt as if I couldn’t bear to be away from you, and I would randomly get these urges and it was like… pulses, you know? It hurt so much.” Yukihira whispered the last part, Shinomiya almost didn’t catch it, but he did.
“But… but when you’re around it feels better. It suddenly doesn’t hurt anymore. Your scent helps a lot.” As if to punctuate that statement, Yukihira inhaled deeply, making Shinomiya shudder.
“Did he say when you’d be ready for mating? Your heat cycles?” Shinomiya asked, feeling his cheeks flush with heat at the implications that question had.
“Doc said my womb hasn’t even started to form yet, he predicted I’d be ready around the time I graduate high school.”
“I’m sorry.” Shinomiya whispers.
“Hmmm? You didn’t do anything wrong, senpai.” Yukihira said, looking at Shinomiya’s face with a worried look.
Shinomiya shook his head. “I triggered your hormones. You’ve gone through so much trouble because of me. I’m sorry, Yukihira-kun.”
“No. You’re wrong, senpai. I’m really glad I’ve found you. I’ve… I’ve heard about male omegas that don’t have a mate go through a rough time coping with the changes. So, thank you.” Yukihira says, hugging Shinomiya tightly. “Thank you.” He repeats softly.
“Want to get some coffee?” Shinomiya says after a few minutes of peaceful silence. Yukihira disentangles from him, but Shinomiya holds Yukihira’ hand in his, twining their fingers together.
Shinomiya’s insides melt looking at the contrast of their skin tones together. Squeezes the smaller hands in his, brings it close to his mouth to leave a kiss.
“Are you asking me out on a date, Shinomiya-senpai?” Yukihira asks with a smile on his face.
Shinomiya counts it as a win.
“Consider it a date.” Shinomiya agrees, laughs when Yukihira’s golden eyes gleam with happiness and proceeded to drag the pinknette towards the elevators. “Our first date, sweet!” Yukihira cheers.
Once they were inside the elevator, Shinomiya sidled up towards the redhead. Yukihira leans his head on Shinomiya’s shoulder. Shinomiya turns his head to leave a chaste kiss on Yukihira’s head.
Yukihira croons.
Shinomiya feels a fondness take residence in his chest, and it blooms as his Alpha answers with his own croon.
He’ll count that one, also, as a win.
*
They’ve been dating for a few months now when they finally get the chance to be together again for a long period of time. Or at least, longer than just a few stolen glances when Shinomiya has his brief visits to Yukihira’s dorm. It was during the Stagiare period, and by some stroke of faith the heavens have granted them, Yukihira was assigned to Shinomiya’s Japan branch of “SHINO’S”.
The very moment Yukihira enters the restaurant, Shinomiya has his arms wrapped around him in a tight embrace. Nuzzling into each other’s necks and drinking in the presence of their mate, basking in their reunion. They take a few moments for themselves; murmurs of ‘I miss you’ and other sweet nothings not meant for prying ears are shared within the tranquility of their union.
Shinomiya’s animal is extremely pleased about having his mate in his arms again. It’s been way too long, and they’ve gone through so many pains. Long distance relationships were hard enough as is but being one of them a high school student and the other being a manager of not only one, but now two, internationally known restaurants; it gets a little hard at times.
But they managed. They’ve coped with it with vast amounts of phone conversations, snapchat stories, and skype dates. Lately, Shinomiya’s been frequently visiting Japan and trying to juggle the management of his restaurants. Normally, the pinknette would send a trusted agent to handle it but the chance to see his mate again was too good of an opportunity to pass.
They bond during breaks, catch up on what has been happening in each other’s lives between meals, and work effortlessly and seamlessly together during store hours. Shinomiya’s staff was astonished at the young chef’s pace; he was able to keep up with Shinomiya without so much as skipping or missing a beat.
The Alpha feels a wave of pride and satisfaction at that. Such a good mate, he thinks.
At night, when the store closes and it’s time for the staff to go their separate ways, Shinomiya and Yukihira make their way towards Shinomiya’s loft. Hands intertwined, bodies close enough to feel each other’s heat, they walk the calm streets of Japan. They laugh and they talk about everything and nothing at all.
Shinomiya asks him about his medication and how his body is developing. It’s still early on, and the process is three years long, but Shinomiya makes it his duty to know what’s going on with his lover.
Yukihira was still taking high dosages of the suppressants he was prescribed with. His body was developing accordingly in a normal rate and the doctor frequently checks up on when he would be ready to lay low on the dosages. Sooner or later his body would become accustomed to the medication and Shinomiya would like to be there when Yukihira needs him.
At night, under the warm covers of Shinomiya’s soft bed, bodies slotted against each other and limbs are an incomprehensible tangled mess, they whisper about their future.
A future where Yukihira wishes to aim for the summit of Tootsuki and bring the name of the Yukihira Restaurant honor, to which Shinomiya says, “You would.”
A future where Shinomiya achieves his goal of three stars for his restaurant located in France, and makes Japanese cuisine known all over the world, to which Yukihira says, “You would.”
A future where they would have their own place in a small district of Japan, surrounded by good people and good food. They would have their own restaurant for the masses and they would manage it by themselves. They would have two children, (“I would want to have a boy and a girl.” Yukihira wishes, to which Shinomiya says, “We would.”) and they would show them the wonders of the culinary world.
A future where they would be together, as Alpha and omega. As mates. As two halves of a whole.
On that week, Shinomiya had never been in such a good mood. SHINO’S was doing well, and Yukihira passed the Stagiare period.
Shinomiya tells him he loves him, and Yukihira cries, says that he loves Shinomiya too. And they croon a symphony they’ve written for themselves.
On the last day of the Stagiare period, Yukihira has to go back to Tootsuki and Shinomiya has to go back to France. They spend long hours in Shinomiya’s office, kissing passionately, tongues playing with each other, and hands going everywhere.
Yukihira’s scent envelopes Shinomiya and his fingers slide into the slick and twitching hole of his lover. Yukihira rubs against his clothed cock, and they moan each other’s name until they reached completion.
Shinomiya almost cries, but he doesn’t because he needs to be the pillar of support for his already emotional mate. He’d be leaving and this time he wouldn’t be back for a long time. There was so much to be done in France if he wanted to achieve his goals and Yukihira wasn’t one to hold his mate back, even though Shinomiya would gladly drop everything and rush to Yukihira’s side when the redhead says so.
Instead, Yukihira clings to him and kisses every inch of skin he can, asks if Shinomiya would be back in time for graduation.
To which Shinomiya says, “I would.”
*
The weather was great, all sunshine and soft breeze and slight chill in the air. Shinomiya’s flight has been long but pleasant, and he staggers slightly when he makes his way through the airport doors to hail a cab, his suitcase in hand.
He didn’t have that much trouble, less than what he would’ve initially expected. There were only a handful of reporters that have greeted him upon his arrival and only a few interviewers who actually had the guts to approach him and ask him about his restaurant in France gaining three stars, even though he had a threatening glint in his eye.
The cab he hailed stopped in front of him, and the driver helped him with putting his suitcase in the trunk. Once he was inside, he breathed out a sigh of relief and adjusted his glasses.
“Where to, sir?” the driver asked, eyeing him through the rearview mirror.
“Tootsuki Academy.”
*
Shinomiya was fidgeting horribly where he was standing behind the stage of where the program for the graduation was being held. He felt so anxious and excited, his Alpha practically dancing since the first moment Shinomiya had caught the sweet, sweet, scent of his mate.
Yukihira had smelled so natural, perfectly ripe. They’ve talked about it last night while Shinomiya was on a plane set on course for Japan. Yukihira’s doctor had been steadily giving him smaller amounts of the suppressants, allowing his body to naturally accommodate, and after three long years, Yukihira was finally off of them and his body was ready for reproduction and his heat cycle would start accordingly. Shinomiya was giddy with excitement; he was here, and he was here to stay. He hasn’t told anyone yet, except the Academy Director, Senzaemon-sama. His last conversation with his lover had ended in not-so-good terms. The redhead was obviously upset when Shinomiya had told him he wouldn’t be able to make it until at least next week.
Shinomiya felt guilty for lying, but it was supposed to be a surprise.
“Shinomiya Kojirou-san!” A booming voice called, the announcer had summoned him to the stage, and Shinomiya breathes in and out to calm his nerves. Once he steps out of there, he’d be faced by the graduating students of the 92nd Tootsuki Generation.
And his mate.
He takes three steps towards the podium, and a sense of déjà-vu hits him when he feels his knees wobble for a fraction of a second, threatening to buckle in on himself. Shinomiya held strong. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes, allowing himself just a tiny amount of time to take in the beautiful and intoxicating scent of his mate.
He takes four more steps towards the podium, and the scent gets stronger. Pulse after pulse of arousal was travelling down his spine and he groans behind his throat. His eyes search the crowd, eyes immediately latching on to the sight of his mate.
Yukihira was sat in front, golden eyes gleaming and blown, and he was staring back at Shinomiya with a look of want and need and love. Shinomiya itches to just fuck the ceremony and take his mate with him and run away. He stares back, sees Yukihira gulp, and Shinomiya represses a shudder at how enticing that looks.
The pinknette cleared his throat and proceeded to recite the script the event organizers had given him. “Today, I am here, as a Tootsuki graduate, to congratulate each and every one of the thirty-eight students who have managed to go through the struggles and pains to reach the top.”
“Once you graduate, the real world would be waiting for you. They would have high expectations, and I would have no doubt in mind that none of you would disappoint. Here I am saying, sincerely, congratulations everyone. You’ve done well.” Shinomiya finished. A chorus of loud and enthusiastic applause and cheers erupting from the crowd. The announcer gave him a white card with a few words on it, and also gave him instructions to read it. Shinomiya takes one glance at the card before smirking and tucking it inside his back pocket.
“And now, a few words from the valedictorian of the class. I bet everything that you all know him well; be it you’ve heard about him, which I know you had, seriously. Who hasn’t?” Shinomiya joked, and the crowd chuckled and laughed along. “Be it you’ve challenged him to a Shokugeki, be it you’re his friends and have been with him along the way, or even if you just know him as ‘The First Seat of the Elite Ten. That kid who blew our minds and all our expectations’.” Shinomiya looked at Yukihira dead in the eye from across the stage. “Everyone give it up for the 92nd Generation, Class of 2016’s valedictorian – Yukihira Souma.”
*
After the ceremony, when all’s been said and done, Shinomiya and Yukihira finds themselves back in Shinomiya’s loft. Located somewhere near the outskirts of Tokyo, on the top floor. Yukihira had grumbled at the pinknette about lying but had understood that he would’ve probably done the same if he was in Shinomiya’s shoes. Shinomiya prepared lunch for them, and he reveled in the way Yukihira moans when he tastes his dish.
By the time evening came they have already explored each other’s bodies at least seven times, and somewhere around the fifth, Shinomiya’s glasses were thrown on the floor by a chuckling Yukihira.
They were on the large bed found in the master’s bedroom, Shinomiya on his back and Yukihira straddling him. The redhead was crooning, and Shinomiya’s heart aches at the sound. Skype would never do justice to how Yukihira sounds, or to how he looks. Puberty had done his omega well, all toned arms and soft, defined curves. He was muscled, but just in a subtle way that you can only tell when he flexes. He had grown just enough that when he reaches up to kiss Shinomiya full on the lips, he doesn’t have to stand on the tips of his toes. His hands were soft, probably softer than Shinomiya remembers, and his body looked perfect for nurturing a child.
Shinomiya’s child.
Their child.
Shinomiya growls possessively, feeling yet another urge to take Yukihira which he promptly shuts down. Yukihira had been persuading him all day to claim him and mark him as mate, but Shinomiya had refused, fighting his Alpha’s desires. He told the redhead he’d take him when his heat strikes, so that when he pumps his juices into the redhead’s tight little hole and knot him in place, his body would take it for reproduction.
Shinomiya’s nostrils flare when he smells the strong scent of Yukihira producing slick and releasing pheromones. Shinomiya drags the omega to his chest and nuzzled against his scent gland. Licking, and pecking, and biting on it teasingly, relishing in the sounds that Yukihira makes.
“Please, Kojirou,” Yukihira pleads, and Shinomiya is dangerously close to crossing the line, but he’s waited three whole fucking years. He can wait just a couple more days. Shinomiya isn’t sure when, but with how Yukihira smells taken into account, his heat would strike up anytime within the week, and he promises the redhead a week-long mating filled with pleasure and care.
Yukihira grumbles in protest and claws at Shinomiya’s arms, demanding the pinknette. Yukihira grinds against his cock, which was engorged and swollen. “I want you inside. Please.” Yukihira tries, looking at Shinomiya through half-lidded eyes and spit-swollen lips.
Shinomiya growls, and Yukihira whines.
“Yukihira, I want our first time to be when you’re in heat. You understand why, right?” Shinomiya asks, waiting for his mate to nod. “So that I can fill you up and knot you. You’d want that, right? I can’t knot you like this. Can’t pump my puppies into you and make a baby. So we have to wait. You’re close, I can smell it. I would take care of you, okay, love? You trust me?”
Yukihira’s eyes had unshed tears in them but he bites his lip and nods. Shinomiya rewards him with a kiss.
They fall asleep like that, sweaty and wet and naked, tangled in each other’s embrace. Shinomiya tells Yukihira stories about France, and Yukihira tells him about his adventures with the other Elite Ten members. Whispering ‘I love you’ and other sweet nothings not meant for prying ears to hear. And they drift off into a peaceful sleep, finally together after so long.
*
When Shinomiya wakes up, it isn’t to morning sunshine and the smell of breakfast. It isn’t to his mate in his arms, tucked beside him. It isn’t to the calm of a fresh start that comes with a new day. It isn’t to lazy kisses and soft whispers of confessions.
It isn’t like that, at fucking all.
Instead, it was midnight, and the moonlight caresses Yukihira’s panting form that was perched atop him. He wakes up to Yukihira straddling him, thighs wet and hole dripping with slick. It was to Yukihira fingering himself and crying out when his fingers aren’t long enough to soothe the fire inside him. It was to his mate pawing at him to move, to wake up, licking Shinomiya’s scent gland and groaning every time Shinomiya pulses with pheromones, calming the omega. It was to Shinomiya feeling his cock harden almost painfully, balls filling up with cum readying him for long periods of continuous mating, and feeling the base of his appendage swollen to form a knot. Yukihira takes his dick in hand and starts pumping, turning around so that he was facing Shinomiya’s cock and his ass was being presented to the pinknette Alpha.
Shinomiya was granted the gift of tasting Yukihira’s sweet slick, lapping up the tasty liquid that was still spilling from Yukihira’s gaping and twitching hole. Groans in approval when Yukihira moans obscenely once his tongue have plunged into his mate’s tight canal. Answers with a guttural groan of his own when Yukihira takes his cock in his hot and wet mouth and sucks him greedily.
Basically, Shinomiya wakes up to Yukihira in heat.