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Naoya, as far as he could remember, always had everything he wanted.
Being born into one of the three main clans had been a blessing. Not just that, he'd inherited his father's cursed technique, something his useless brothers could never dream of. He'd been promised everything from the moment he was born. His father told him he'd be the successor when the time came, that everything would be his once he was gone.
Well, he lied.
After the old man kicked the bucket, he left a will naming Naoya as the clan head, but included a clause that if anything happened to Gojo, Megumi would become the new leader instead. Which, of course, was exactly what happened. Satoru got sealed in Shibuya couple days ago, and just like that, Megumi ended up taking Naoya's spot.
But it was fine. Naoya had already planned for this. Killing Megumi would solve everything, and baiting him out wouldn't be difficult. All he had to do was follow Itadori. They'd been separated after the mess in Shibuya, but sooner or later, the two of them would meet again.
And the funny thing about Itadori was how easy he was to track, since he left traces everywhere. The kid was hunting some low-grade curses, judging by the scattered cursed energy coating the bridge Naoya now stood on. He glanced toward the road leading into the tunnel as a blur of pink and black shot past, and only seconds later a swarm of low-grade curses rushed in after. There had to be at least a dozen of them, crawling over each other.
As the last curse disappeared, a shout echoed from somewhere inside the tunnel. It was hard to make out the exact words, but Itadori was yelling at something, or someone. Naoya leaned further over the railing trying to catch sight of another person, but before he could register who exactly was Itadori yelling at, a single beam of red tore through the tunnel, slicing the curses in half.
Blood manipulation...?
Naoya frowned, but before he could think on it any longer another curse pushed out from behind a building, larger than the rest. Itadori rushed at it head-on and drove a punch straight into its stomach, bursting it open in a spray of disgusting purple goo that splashed across his clothes and face.
Naoya grinned.
This was about to be so much fun.
He exhaled through his nose and quickly hopped onto the railing, letting the wind tug at his hair while he looked down below.
"Looks like Megumi isn't here yet," Naoya said, finally deciding to announce himself.
Both of them snapped their heads up. Itadori's brows furrowed, confusion spread all over his stupid face, clearly because Naoya dropped his classmate's name out of nowhere.
"What are you two doing?" Naoya scoffed, "You totally stand out. Don't you want to run?"
"…Run?" the pink-haired brat echoed.
Naoya pressed his lips together. Was the kid really this dense?
"Don't you know? Your death sentence is back on, now that Satoru's support is gone."
"Huh?" the other guy gritted out, immediately stepping forward, one arm shifting back to silently tell Itadori to stay behind him.
"My business is with Megumi. So honestly? I don't care if you live or die," Naoya said lazily, and shrugged, "But I can't exactly let you run around. So I'll start by breaking your legs."
"What do you want with Fushiguro?" Itadori shot back.
Naoya smirked before vanishing from the railing and reappearing right behind the brat.
"I think I'll have him die," he teased, whispering right into Itadori's ear, "but it would help if he wrote a little something first."
Itadori froze before whipping around, shock written over his face. Bingo. Naoya moved fast, his fist cracking against the kid's jaw, the satisfying sound of impact ringing through his arm. He instantly moved toward the second one, only for the guy to barely block him.
Oh?
Naoya smirked and moved back to Itadori before the other guy could even register what happened. He managed to slip in one last punch through the kid's sloppy guard before the brat finally snapped. Naoya could feel the cursed energy charging up behind his back, but he vanished before the hit even landed, reappearing few paces back, and brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve.
Being close to them told him more. There didn't seem to be any pheromones around either of them, which meant they were betas.
A little bit disappointing, but oh well.
Naoya loved parading his alphan scent around, making other alphas nauseous and disgusted by how strong he let it get. In the modern era it was considered non tactful, not that Naoya cared in the slightest; he was always more of a traditionalist, so whatever others thought of it didn't matter to him at all.
At least both of them seemed somewhat strong or at least a little more sturdy than the people Naoya usually went against.
"You're tougher than I thought. Honestly, I didn't expect much." Naoya tilted his head, eyes shining with excitement. "Shall I try… upping my speed?"
Before either of them could even react to his taunt, something shifted around them. Naoya's body shivered, betraying him before he could force it still, and slowly he tilted his head up. Someone was standing on the overpass above, cursed energy rolling off them in huge waves that made the hairs on Naoya's arms stand.
Suddenly the stranger jumped down with a force that shattered the asphalt beneath their feet, sending chunks of road flying in every direction. The person didn't even look at the wreckage they caused and walked forward, stopping in front of the three of them.
"Who's with Itadori?" he muttered under his breath.
Up close, Naoya's suspicion was confirmed. Yuta Okkotsu, a special grade. One of the few people even he would admit were genuinely terrifying. He needed that guy on his side; he couldn't afford to waste all this time and risk losing Megumi's trail.
"Wait just a second," Naoya slowly raised his hands in mock surrender, "I'm on your side."
Okkotsu glanced at him, very much not interested in having a conversation. "Who are you?"
Naoya wanted to grit his teeth but he swallowed his pride. He believed himself to be strong, hell, he was strong, but even his ego had limits, and those limits recognize the man standing infront of him. The cursed energy alone proved that. He had to pull something out of his ass right now, and nothing better than using his useless cousin, since Okkotsu and Maki already knew eachother.
"I'm Naoya Zenin," he offered with a shrug, "Maki's cousin."
That got him a reaction. Okkotsu's eyes flickered toward him.
"Are you also here to kill Itadori?" Okkotsu asked.
"Yes," Naoya replied with a smirk, "but I don't mind sharing."
Naoya had a plan. If he couldn't execute the brat himself, that's fine. Okkotsu could do it for him, and once Itadori was dealt with, Megumi wouldn't be far behind. Probably curled in a ditch somewhere, crying about losing a friend.
"If you kill Itadori," Naoya continued, "will you refrain from telling your superiors for a while? He's bait for someone I want to meet."
The words slipped out without thinking. Shit. He shouldn't have mentioned that. But Okkotsu didn't seem bothered. His posture eased a little, as he nodded and focused his gaze on Itadori again.
"Very well," Okkotsu murmured, refocusing on the brat. "I'll leave the other one to you."
For a single moment, everything was so quiet Naoya could hear his own breath. Then in a second all four of them moved.
Naoya quickly jumped infront, intercepting the Piercing Blood aimed at Okkotsu, the stream of blood cutting past his arm with a hiss. He had him figured out instantly. It was obvious he would try to block the attack on Itadori. They had some kind of connection; fighting curses together, and then seeing the guy throw himself forward as a shield, confirmed it.
Sweet. So sweet Naoya wanted to puke.
Okkotsu ran after the kid, leaving the two of them standing there. The guy spat and glared back, clearly annoyed that his attack had been blocked.
"I saw you earlier," Naoya drawled, "That was Blood Manipulation, right? I don't know why you have that, but other than Piercing Blood, it's not that threatening. And to use it you need Convergence, which requires charging up."
They locked eyes, and the expression the guy gave him was downright filthy.
Naoya shrugged, smirking wider. "I don't need to say the rest for you to understand. This is checkmate. So now you die."
Oh, that definitely pissed him off.
"No, I'm warning you," he said, voice dropping. "Do you think you can leave here alive after trying to hurt my little brother?"
Little… brother?
Naoya's face twisted in disgust. He clicked his tongue and quickly activated his Perceptual Trick, his body flickered in and out of sight, as he moved fast enough to distort the air around them. The guy staggered, eyes widening as he struggled to keep up.
Perfect.
Naoya slipped behind him, palm landing flat against his chest, freezing him in an animation frame. The technique locked people for a fraction of a second, but that was all Naoya needed. He drove his fist into the guy's stomach, hard, sending him crashing agqinst a nearby wall. Dust and concrete flew as he collided with it, but he dragged himself upright almost instantly, shoulders heaving once, and slowly looked up until their eyes met again.
Tough bastard.
Naoya must have calculated wrong before, this guy was definitely an alpha. With durability like this, he had to be. Most people would be left unconcious just from one punch alone, and he brushed it of like nothing happened.
"You're tough. Seriously, what are you?" Naoya said, genuinely curious despite himself.
"I'm the oldest… of ten siblings."
Naoya snorted and skipped on one leg, as he prepared for another rush.
"That's not an answer. I'm asking about your second gender and–" he sprinted forward,"–your toughness!"
Naoya slammed into him again, but the guy quickly adjusted, focusing the blood flow around his eyes to sharpen his vision. Smart. But Naoya would always act on the assumption that an enemy would try to counter. Not to mention he already knew everything there was to know about Blood Manipulation, since the technique wasn't a secret and it belonged to one of the Three Great Clans, so anyone remotely associated would know a thing or two.
Naoya rushed in for another attack, then stopped right in front of the guy's confused face, and grinned, before punching him in the stomach and sending him skidding across the asphal.
Except this time something felt off.
Naoya's smile faltered a little when he felt a weird tingle around his neck, and realized there were two scents now; not only his own alphan scent, but something far more sweet, making him immediately lose his focus.
And then he saw it.
The guy, that stubborn bastard, dropped to his knees. Hand clutched on his chest as he tried to stand up, his body swaying.
Oh.
Naoya froze for a second. He hadn't expected this. An omega. And worse, an omega that went into heat in the middle of the fight.
He smelled hundreds of omegan scents before, so why hadn't it crossed his mind once that the man in front of him was one? Maybe it was the appearance. When people thought of male omegas, they usually pictured some sweet, petite little thing with a soft voice. Not this.
He pounced, slamming the guy to the ground, one knee pressing hard into his chest, locking him in place. He quickly drew the knife hidden under his hakama, dragging the blade along the guy's throat, barely an inch from skin. The omega tried to push back, nails digging into Naoya's wrists, but his arms shook violently, all strength melting away. A broken sound escaped his throat, clearly confused.
Naoya should finish him off right now, it was so easy; with the bastard under him and a knife pressed to his throat, but everything in his body was telling him not to do it. Which was ridiculous, since he didn't normally lose his cool over something so trivial.
Since he was little, there had always been omegas accompanying his grandfathers, his uncles, then eventually his father. Not that he was any better, he himself had fooled around with a few of them when he came of age, despite his father's disapproval and the constant pressure to settle down and "stop wasting time."
Which was funny, considering the clan was full of omegan women and men that were used whenever some alpha entered a rut and wanted some sweet little thing to sleep next to, only to either forcibly marry them or discard them like trash once they ended up pregnant.
And as if to test him again, the scent from the man beneath him intensified tenfold, showering both of them in thick pheromones. And, fuck, he smelled amazing. He wasn't mated. Naoya could tell instantly since the scent of an unmated omega was obvious.
Naoya clenched his jaw, knuckles whitening around the knife's hilt as he involuntarily leaned closer, his nose brushing toward the crook of the omega's neck. The scent curled around his senses, awakening something warm inside him, something his inner alpha greeted with a delighted purr.
He slowly forced himself to pull back, just a little, shifting his head slightly to the side as he bared his fangs, a frustrated snarl slipping out while he looked into the omega's wide, confused eyes.
It annoyed him, because he didn't find those particular pheromones repulsive at all. Over the years, he grew to despise omegan scents, because they were usually too floral or way too sharp for his sensitive nose. But those pheromones were chocolaty, and so sweet, most people would probably gag after taking a good wiff.
He wanted to enjoy it a little longer, lowering his head again, but the guy snapped at him, teeth flashing as he tried to bite at his cheek. Naoya avoided it, merly inches away from his face. And when that half-hearted bite didn't do the trick, he tried to form his hands and perform Convergence, but Naoya stopped it immedietaly, catching both of his hands in one of his own.
Fierce little thing.
Naoya could smell not just the pheromones now, but the slick too, seeping from the guy's clothed cunt. Fuck. He wanted nothing more but to press the omega harder, to bare that pale throat and mark it until the scent was permanently altered, until everyone knew who he belonged to. The instincts were so strong it made his fingers twitch.
The guy, still caught in a daze, finally noticed the knife pressed against his neck, and let out a low, annoyed growl.
"You're well prepared," he muttered.
Naoya smirked, doing his best to look composed.
"Honestly? It's not cool for sorcerers to walk around with a weapon, so please, let's keep it between us."
"The way my older brothers show them off is pathetic," Naoya continued, "I'm amazed they complained about Toji."
The omega grunted, frowning as his gaze flicked back to the blade. "So you hate your brothers."
"Yes, that's right."
"But maybe it's because of them that you are who you are..."
Naoya scoffed. "Huh? Did you say something nauseating?"
"What if you're strong because your older brothers are weak?"
The man beneath him grew more breathless with each passing second and somehow, despite all of that, he could still speak clearly. Apparently he was a family man too, judging by how the mention of siblings set him off.
Hilarious.
Naoya readjusted the hold on his hands, and smirked. "You're a talker, aren't you?"
The guy ignored him, rambling on as if Naoya wasn't even there.
"You asked why I'm tough and I'll tell you. It's because I didnt have someone to guide me, so I kept making mistakes," he said, looking up so their eyes met. "Nonetheless, I must walk ahead of my little brothers. That's why I'm strong!"
Before Naoya could react, he felt a sharp kick on his back. Fucking bastard hit him with his knee. The sudden motion made Naoya let go of his hands as he quickly jumped away, but this time the guy closed the distance and kicked straight into his lower half, sending hot pain across his ribs.
Naoya staggered back with a snarl, hand flying out to catch himself on the wall behind him, sensing the shift in the air as the guy reappeared right next to him, preparing for another kick. He barely avoided it, sliding behind a pillar.
Naoya expected the guy to run away the second he was free, but he chose to stand his ground instead. He was either stupid, or stubborn. Or both. And at that point, Naoya was thinking more with his dick than his head, anyway. His brain stopped working the moment that idiot decided to fight back.
Then suddenly, something clicked. How had it never occurred to him before?
An omegan man was exactly what he needed. The perfect solution to every irritation he'd ever had with women. Females were fragile, and too soft to rely on. Their worth, stopped at their cunt and breasts, nothing more than vessels for pleasure and breeding. But an omegan man? Strong-willed and sturdy, built with the same breeding capabilites and a cunt, too.
Well, unfortunately, he'd be losing the boobs, (Naoya was silently mourning the loss; he loved him some good old rack) but that was one sacrifice he was more than willing to make.
Naoya chuckled, vanishing from sight again, yet his attention never fully left the guy. The omega clutched at his chest, mumbling under his breath, and Naoya started to wonder if he even grasped what was happening to him. Omegas could get disoriented during heats, sure, but they didn't usually panic like this.
And unfortunately, as much as Naoya might've liked to stand back and watch, he didn't have that luxury. He needed to put the guy back on the ground before he could even think about performing Convergence. On top of that, his own body was eating him alive; his cock was throbbing so hard it bordered on painful, pulsing against the confines of his pants.
He needed to move, now.
Naoya burst from behind the pillar, landing right in front of the guy, and slammed into him with a barrage of punches so strong it sent him flying backward. His body tore through not one, but two stone pillars, shattering them into pieces.
The guy slid down to the ground with a grunt, baring his little fangs. Naoya chuckled as he crouched in front of him, taking in the sight and licking his lips. Seeing an omega in heat still glaring up at him after enduring that onslaught of attacks, made him only more excited.
Suddenly with the last-ditch effort, the guy tried to push himself up and hit Naoya on the side of the head but, obviously, Naoya was faster. He caught him by the scarf, spun him sharply, and slammed him against one of the pillars, twisting both of his hands behind his back. The omega hissed under his grip, still trying to thrash around.
"Oh," Naoya snorted. "Still fighting?"
His grip tightened around the other's neck as he tugged the scarf away, thumb circling over the scent gland until the intoxicating smell filled the air again. A soft, helpless moan escaped the guy, and Naoya's grin deepened with amusement.
"Tell me your name." Naoya demanded, gripping him firmly.
The guy tried to snarl again, moving his head around to look at Naoya, but the grip on his sensitive neck kept him in place.
"Name." Naoya repeated, bearing his own fangs.
"...Choso," he responded through gritted teeth.
Unable to bear it any longer, Naoya burried his nose in the crook of Choso's neck, brushing against the pulsing gland in the process. All of it was too much. Naoya had never been this worked up for an omega before, and for a man, no less. He moved closer and licked the flushed nape, tasting it, making Choso tremble in response.
"Is–Is this part of your technique?" Choso asked suddenly, stuttering.
So, he really had no idea what was happening to him?
Which was strange, considering he looked well over fifteen and should have gone through his first heat around that age. But that would also explain why Naoya wasn't able to sense pheromones on him before. Was he some sort of anomaly?
"Were you born yesterday, Choso?" Naoya tasted the name on his tounge. "Is that why you're so clueless?"
Choso glanced at him from the corner of his eye, his pupils blown wide.
Naoya leaned closer, whispering into his ear. "You're in the middle of a heat. Do you even know you have a pussy down there?"
"Heat...?"
"It's your body telling you that you need some dick to fill you up, silly."
Choso's eyes widened. He tried to break free again, but Naoya tightened the hold on his neck, pressing his face against the surface, and forcing him to submit by stimulating the glands with his thumb.
Choso fought a little at first, but some small circles around the area and his own oppressive alphan pheromones seemed to do the trick, since his breathing evened out a little and he stopped thrashing as much.
After he involuntarily calmed down, Naoya let go of his neck, and reached for the ties at his own waist, undoing the hakama.
Damn. He was really about to fuck this guy under a bridge, that's a first.
"You went into your first heat infront of me..." Naoya muttered, his pants falling to the ground now. "I never believed in destiny and all that crap, but I might change my mind."
"S–shut up, already..."
Naoya chuckled and grabbed Choso by the waist to pull him closer, burrying his nose against his neck again. The scent was so unbearably good, he just wanted to eat the guy alive.
Choso growled, caught off guard by the sudden pull, but Naoya didn't intend to stop. He lifted Choso's tunic just enough to reach the waistband of his pants, fingers teasingly brushing over the fabric. Choso froze completely for a moment, his breath catching in his throat as he realized what was about to happen. Naoya grinned and with a swift motion, tugged his pants down and for some reason, he wasn't wearing any underwear, not that Naoya minded in the slightest.
Choso gasped, startled, as his legs were spread apart and his hips lifted, pressing his ass higher and bending him forward, his forehead nearly colliding with the pillar in front.
Naoya's cock twitched and he let out a low, frustrated hiss. His eyes roamed over every inch of the man in front of him, taking in the wet cunt and the slick freely running down his thighs. His instincts screamed, urging him to pull his cock free from his boxers and slam into the omega right then and there, but he forced himself to pause.
He needed to tease him some more.
Naoya let his free hand slide down, keeping a firm grip on Choso's hands as he bent him even further, touching him slowly as his fingers moved through his slightly hairy cunt, teasing the tiny nub just above it – an underdeveloped little thing every male omega had, a thing evolution never bothered to remove for some reason.
Naoya grinned and moved lower, pressing one finger lightly at the entrance, circling, feeling how ready the omega was. Choso tried to pull back, curling slightly, but Naoya kept him in place, and without warning, he slipped a finger inside.
"Wait...!" Choso cried out as Naoya inserted another finger into his very wet hole.
Naoya was so absorbed in the moment that he barely registered the words and protests that came out of Choso's mouth. He teased further inside, fingers tracing the sensitive walls, feeling the way his cunt clenched around his fingers.
Naoya's lips twitched. He was such a kind-hearted, and considerate alpha, doing all of this just to prepare the omega to take him.
Choso squirmed and gasped, his hands shaking under Naoya's firm grip, and for a moment, Naoya worried the guy might actually break loose. But the tension eased as if his omegan body was slowly surrendering.
He withdrew his fingers suddenly, and finally tugged his boxers down, freeing his painfully throbbing cock. A sharp gasp escaped Choso before he could swallow it back, and Naoya couldn't resist teasing him just a little more, even though his own restraint was hanging by a thread.
He let go of Choso's hands, since he seemed to have grow, somewhat, complaint, and pressed against his back, looping one hand around his waist. He held the omega so close that every small shift made his cock grind insistently against his slick hole. The breathy noise that escaped the guy only egged him on.
Naoya eyed Choso's neck again, and a low purr escaped his chest the moment his tongue met the warm skin of the gland. His teeth grazed it in a lazy nip, and Choso's reaction was immediate. His head tilted to the side instinctively, baring more of that vulnerable spot.
He was right, Choso's body was involuntary submiting.
"So sweet now," Naoya laughed. "You were so aggresive couple minutes ago... but at least your body is honest."
Choso's head dropped forward with an annoyed huff. He tried to push Naoya's hand off his waist, but it only made his cunt press harder, grinding repeatedly against Naoya's throbbing length. A frustrated, broken whimper slipped past Choso's lips, and Naoya's grin widened. He tightened his hold just enough to keep him from pulling away, then let his free hand slide under Choso's tunic, fingers brushing against warm, trembling skin before clamping down on a nipple. Hard. The omega let out a soft, trembling sob, legs shaking as he rolled his hips.
"Please..."
Finally.
"Please what, Choso?" Naoya's voice was soft but firm as his hand pressed against Choso's breast, making him shiver.
"Please just… do something," he breathed.
Naoya chuckled and released Choso's waist for a second, only to push him harder against the cold pillar, fingers snapping back around his hands to hold him in place. With one hand gripping his own cock, Naoya lined himself up perfectly, and just as Choso seemed to regain a flicker of clarity, it was too late. A sharp breath escaped him as Naoya drove forward in a single thrust, both of them going limp for a moment.
And, holy fuck, Naoya had never been in a cunt this tight, and this wet. He let out a low, satisfied groan, moving slowly, his hips smacking against Choso's ass with each motion.
"Wait, slo–" Choso tried to interject but Naoya pushed his cock in further, with a force so big Choso stumbled forward, hitting his head on the pillar.
Naoya didn't give him a moment to recover, he yanked him back by his hands, pressing him flush against his chest again.
"You can take it," he growled into his ear.
Choso shivered, his body jerking a little. Naoya leaned closer, dragging his tongue along the back of the warm neck, slowly picking up the pace as he kept licking, and licking, making Choso's cunt spasm repeatedly on his cock. The omega came a few seconds later, a deep, breathless moan tearing from his chest as his body shuddered and convulsed uncontrollably.
Naoya smirked.
Choso was tough in battle, but apparently not tough in taking a dick up his ass, since he came so fast.
He drove through Choso's climax, riding out the tremors that wracked his body, every gasp and cry pushing Naoya closer to the edge as well. A low groan left his lips as his knot swelled with each thrust.
He had to force himself to pull back, even as every nerve screamed to stay buried inside. He needed to see Choso's face, needed to watch how he'd look taking his first knot.
With a grimace, Naoya slid out, cock slick and leaking with precum. Choso's hips jerked backward helplessly and a soft, whiny sound left his mouth. Naoya chuckled, loosening his grip on Choso's hands for just a moment.
"Come here," Naoya yanked him by the collar, spinning him around so he could look at him properly. His eyes shimmered with unshed tears, lips cracked and bloody, hair damp and sticking to his forehead with sweat.
Fuck.
Naoya pressed him back against the pillar and stepped between Choso's legs, sliding his hands under his thighs to lift him. Shit. He was heavy, and those Doc Marten's he wore, definetly did not help.
"Wrap your legs around me." Naoya commanded, looking straight into Choso's dazed eyes.
"Wha–"
Words caught in his throat as Naoya dropped him back onto his throbbing cock. Choso gasped, eyes screwing shut, unconsciously wrapping his legs tightly around Naoya's waist.
Naoya sighed, his eyes fluttering. "You were made for me, look how well you take me."
Choso let out a frustrated sound, his hands shooting up to clutch Naoya's shoulders in an attempt to steady himself. Naoya smirked and shoved him harder against the pillar, slowly picking up the pace, slamming in and out, again and again. With every thrust, he could feel Choso softening beneath him, growing more docile and sweet.
"If you moan so loudly the curses will come." Naoya chuckled, slightly breathless.
Naoya kept teasing him, but the truth was that every sound he forced out of the guy made him horny as hell. The pheromones covered the whole of underpass by now, he was sure of it.
And then his eyes locked onto Choso's face.
Tears now freely rolled down his cheeks, glistening as they traced the lines of his jaw. His eyelashes were damp and eyelids squeezed shut like he couldn't bear to look at the man fucking him, oh, so good.
But Naoya wasn't having that.
He loosened his grip on Choso's thigh only so he could press him even harder against the pillar. The omega let out a startled sound at the sudden shift, his eyes flying open. Naoya immediately caught his chin in one hand, holding him still, forcing those blown pupils to stay on him as he drove himself deeper into that tight, wet heat.
"Look at me," he growled, forcing Choso's head still.
Then he glanced up to look at the ridiculous bounce of Choso's pigtails.
"You came up with this hairstyle yourself?" Naoya teased, dragging his gaze back to Choso's unfocused eyes and, fuck, he was completely out of it.
Choso's breath stuttered, his mouth trembling like he couldn't figure out whether to cry or beg. His eyes fluttered shut, unable to hold the eye contact any longer, head tipping forward helplessly as he nodded, tiny broken moans spilling from his lips each time Naoya slammed into that good spot inside him.
Naoya let out a low chuckle, dropping his hand from Choso's chin and hooking it under his thigh again, steadying him.
"Thought so, ah..." Naoya choked on the damn word, too distracted by the way his cock kept swelling with each thrust. "You're so cute."
Choso dropped his head forward against Naoya's shoulder, and he barely had time to react before the omega leaned further into his neck and bit down. Choso's cunt clenched, sending him spiraling as he came a second time, his body trembling and pressing desperately against the alpha in front of him.
The sudden bite made Naoya shiver. He knew it was a cheeky attempt to piss him off, but instead, it filled him with an almost feral need, more of his own thick, grassy pheromones mingling in the air now. He growled low in his throat before burying himself back into Choso's neck.
There was only one thing in Naoya's mind as he neared release.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Everything blurred. He dragged his mouth over the spot right above Choso's scent gland, and bit hard enough that blood dripped over them both. Choso shuddered, a sharp cry escaping him as Naoya's tongue traced the bite, rocking his hips in rhythm.
Each thrust pushed Naoya's growing knot a little deeper, and suddenly the pressure became too much. The inflated knot popped fully inside the man, stretching him around the full length.
Choso let out a single, shaky sob, his fingers clutching at Naoya's shoulders. The movement made Naoya's breath hitch as he shifted slightly, his body tilting and swaying with the waves of pleasure rolling through him. Once he'd adjusted, he exhaled and rested his forehead against Choso's shoulder, letting himself sink into the warmth.
It felt so fucking good.
The bond snapped into place and he was certain his omega felt it too.
Choso trembled, all fight gone, murmuring something about his stomach hurting while burying his face further into the crook of the alpha's neck. Naoya purred instinctively, letting out calming pheromones that washed over thr omega. It worked. Slowly, Choso responded, a shaky, instinctive purr vibrating against Naoya's neck, as he nuzzled closer, letting himself be held.
Such a sweet thing he could be.
Naoya could still feel his cock pump inside, when suddenly Choso went completely limp in his arms, the sudden weight throwing him off balance. Naoya's heart stuttered, and without thinking, he shifted to grip him tighter, one hand bracing them against a pillar while the other cupped his jaw just enough to check for life.
Choso drew shallow, ragged breaths, but he was still alive. Thank fuck. Naoya exhaled and held him a moment longer, fingers brushing along his jaw, before letting Choso's head fall back against his shoulder.
Well, good to know a proper dicking down was the only thing that could actually take the guy out.
Naoya gripped him a little tighter, more soft purrs escaping his chest as the grassy scent washed over the unconcious omega. He leaned toward Choso's neck one last time, pressing a careful lick to the wound, savoring the faint taste of chocolate and blood.
Huh...?
Suddenly, all of Naoya's strength seemed to drain out of him and both of them slid helplessly down the pillar, crashing onto the cold ground and landing on his bent knees. Naoya's dick twisted painfully as Choso fell deeper onto his knot, making him grunt sharply.
He reached for Choso's waist to pull him closer onto his lap and braced his other hand against the pillar. He wanted to stand, but every muscle burned and ached. Frustrated growls slipped past his lips as he realized he couldn't even move properly anymore.
And then he heard it, heavy footsteps.
His body stiffened, as the cursed energy began to seep into the space. Naoya lifted his head, blinking through the haze, and saw Okkotsu dragging Itadori's body to a stop right in front of them.
Well. This was fucking awkward.
Naoya bared his fangs, snarling to keep Okkotsu at a distance, but something inside him snapped. A sudden surge coursed through his veins, like he was being torn apart from the inside. Heat exploded through him, and then blood erupted from his mouth in involuntary burst, splattering across the ground as he twisted his body aside at the last second, just enough to keep it from soaking Choso.
Naoya drew sharp breaths, trying to make sense of what the fuck was happening, while Okkotsu just stood there, watching him like some exotic animal in a zoo. He growled through gritted teeth, before another wave of vomit ripped through him. And then, his eyes widened in realisation.
Poison? Could blood manipulation do that?
Wait, no. Choso wasn't human...? And now his own body was rejecting the non-human blood. He got poisoned after he bit that bastard and licked him all over...
Another violent surge ripped up Naoya's throat. He gagged and vomited again, spattering the ground beside them. For some insane reason, he still angled his body just enough so it wouldn't hit Choso. He should let it spray all over the idiot. If anyone deserved it, it was the omega who'd wrecked his body and then passed out like this was some cozy little nap.
Naoya wiped his mouth with the back of his shaking hand, smearing blood across his chin. Another drop of sweat slid down his temple as he forced himself to glare up at Okkotsu crouched right beside him.
Naoya growled low in his throat even though his lungs burned with every breath. He wanted to launch forward and break the kid's jaw; he needed to slam him into the ground, and make him regret ever looking down on him.
But he couldn't. His knot was locked deep inside Choso. And the cursed blood was slowly killing him
He was fucked.
Okkotsu's gaze drifted over Choso's unconscious form, lingering just long enough to make something ugly curl in Naoya's chest.
"Don't worry, I won't take him from you." Okkotsu's voice was maddeningly calm, "But you don't look so good, Naoya-san. Do you want me to heal you?"
If looks could kill, Okkotsu would've been dead.
Naoya tried to bare his teeth again, but another wave slammed through his gut. His throat clenched. The warning surge of vomit crawled up his chest, and he jerked his head aside at the last second.
Fuck. He had no options left.
Naoya's jaw trembled as he forced his eyes back to Choso and nodded, teeth clenched tight with humiliation.
"In exchange, please tell the higher-ups that Itadori-kun is dead."
Of course he wanted something in return. Bastard.
Okkotsu's gaze flicked down to the bite mark on Choso's neck, before snapping back to Naoya. He muttered something under his breath, cursed energy flowing in his palm.
Naoya barely registered what was happening when sudden lightness passed through his body. The last thing he remembered was grabbing Choso by the back of the head as they tumbled forward, collapsing against the pillar in front of them.