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They catch him on the way home.
He bids goodbye to Nirei, Kiryu, and Tsugeura before heading off into the night. It’s late and the streets are calm and dark, all the town's occupants tucked into bed safe and sound. Sakura’s been at the top of Bofurin for two months now and there’s no reason he shouldn’t be safe and sound as well, no matter the hour.
And yet-
The first one steps out from behind a trashcan with a bat. Sakura pulls his hands out of his pockets, slowing to a stop. He hears two more men move behind him, footsteps light- most likely fighters with some training. Years of combat experience lets him sense three more men in the nearby alley, one on a balcony nearby. He catalogues all of them, shoulders loose, adrenaline starting to pump.
There’s twelve of them total, all experienced, all deadly. They’re too close for him to get to his phone and call for help, they’ll be on him before he has the chance to do more than unlock it. It’s not his first twelve-on-one, but this feels bad.
He’s not the top of Bofurin for nothing. His skills are unmatched, but so is his intuition.
He fights hard, but in the end, they shove a bag over his head, bind his hands and feet, and throw him in the trunk of a car like nothing more than dead weight.
It takes hours, at least one vehicle change, and time on a boat (??) before they pull him out of the trunk for the final time. They don’t let him walk, of course, one just throws him over their shoulder and carries him inside like a sack.
They haven’t given him any clue as to who they are or what they want, not one of them has said so much as a word to him or one another. The uncertainty makes him anxious. He wants to groan- there’s no way Bofurin can find him on their own. He’s going to be relying on Endo to come for him.
He’s been friendly and helpful at no cost for years, but eventually Alphas always want something; and Endo’s never been shy about wanting Sakura. Not that he’s sure he’s even getting out of this situation. No need to borrow tomorrow’s troubles when he has plenty right now.
The ambient sound and air pressure changes, a sure sign he’s being taken inside. His captors’ sensible combat boots strike what sounds like cobblestones and then wood, echoing through what might be a hallway. He listens as hard as he can, desperate for any information that can help him escape.
His ribs are aching from being kicked, and being slung over a shoulder is really not helping. He’s also feeling pretty woozy from a couple shots to the head, and he suspects his left hand might be broken. All in all, he’s not in the best shape for this rematch, and it’s not showing any signs of improving. Even so, it’s not in his nature to go out without a fight. These assholes will have to kill him before he gives up, no matter how bad of a shape he’s in.
They take him up a few flights of stairs (brutal for his ribs), before the one carrying him finally knocks on a door. Sakura doesn’t so much as breathe as a voice answers from inside the room. His captors still don’t make a sound as they open the door and throw him unceremoniously inside.
He lands on his aching ribs and rolls, wiggling violently against his bound hands until he’s in something resembling a sitting position, back pressed to the door. His pride’s been better, honestly, this entire ordeal just keeps getting more and more mortifying.
Over his struggling, he hears a soft intake of breath and then equally soft footfalls moving toward him. He bares his teeth behind the black hood, ready to bite-
“Oh, Sakura, what have you gotten yourself into now?”
That voice.
Sakura freezes.
It’s like he’s fifteen again, hearing that voice after every altercation, hearing it every morning and evening. The voice he has fought so hard to hear again for two years. It hurts his heart as badly as his ribs.
He doesn't move as two steady, strong hands work the tie on the hood loose. He can barely breathe as it’s pulled over his head.
Thankfully, the lights in the room are soft and low. He has to blink rapidly all the same, trying to force his eyes to adjust faster. It only takes a few seconds for his vision to clear, but in the meantime his nose tells him what he already knows.
He smells the same, warm and spicy like cinnamon tea, and intoxicating for Sakura. He would know it anywhere, in any crowd, after any amount of time. His memories certainly haven’t done it justice. It’s tied to some core part of his soul, his very being. And even after all this time, it calms him. It’s a warm reassurance built with blood and sweat, fortified with late nights and a loyalty he hadn’t known before and had thought would last forever.
It hadn’t, but the feeling remains. He missed him. Hasn’t stopped even after all this time. Dulled, maybe, in his day to day life, but now it’s back with full force. It’s a little like coming home.
His vision finally clears enough for Suo’s face to come into sharp focus. Suo’s hands linger, gently bushing against his jaw and hair like he’s forgotten they don’t do that anymore. He can see Suo take in his split lip, and what’s probably rapidly becoming one hell of a shiner around his left eye. He’s close enough for Sakura to count his eyelashes, to reacquaint himself with the startling red of his eye.
His face is sharper, but still kind. It doesn’t look like he’s broken his nose or had any facial fractures despite the roughness of his hands letting Sakura know he isn’t skimping on training. His hair is longer, long enough to be tied back, though the front still frames his face. He looks almost exactly how Sakura imagined he would.
He’s smiling, just a little, but it’s a nervous smile, not the easy grin Sakura remembers. He’s also not already unleashing quips and barbs, so he must be really surprised.
It hurts a little that Suo still doesn’t want to see him.
“You should have called before stopping by, I’m afraid I don’t have anything for you to drink,” Suo finally says- and even his voice is the same, if a little deeper.
Sakura is really not in the mood for banter. He spends another second taking Suo in, screaming internally.
I searched for you!
I never stopped looking for you.
I miss you everyday.
Losing you gutted me.
“What?” he asks, voice hoarse from disuse and a very, very long day. “Don’t tell me you’re still on a diet.”
Suo’s lips quirk up, and he finally drops his hands to reach behind Sakura and deftly untie the ropes holding his hands. The second his wrists are free, Sakura rubs the chafed skin with a groan, rolling his stiff shoulders and stretching his neck. Being bound for hours is hell on the upper body.
Suo unties his feet while Sakura works out his arms, before settling with his back to the wall beside him. Their shoulders brush, and Sakura tries not to think too hard about it lest his face explode. He’s gotten much better over the last two years, but his weakness for romance is still going strong. His classmates’ teasing is, unfortunately, equally strong.
“I do have to watch my figure, you know,” Suo says idly. Sakura’s grateful for the reprieve and the extra time to gather his bearings.
He looks around the room to orient himself, and it’s clearly Suo’s room. He could tell as much from how present Suo’s scent is, soaked into the walls and floor, but the decor is an equally dead giveaway. It’s what he imagined Suo’s space would look like back at Bofurin, but he’s been secretly worried for years that Suo would be living in an inhospitable hovel. Something mercenary and soulless.
Instead, there’s a sinfully thick red and gold area rug covering much of the wooden floor. He can’t see much of the pattern from where he is, but it looks soft and it runs under the bed. The dark wood shelves lining the walls are absolutely stuffed with books of every size and color. There’s a low writing table in the corner with a cushion for kneeling, cleared but for a small stack of papers and a pen.
The bed, flanked by a small table on one side and a lamp on the other, is western, which Sakura wouldn’t have guessed. It’s large and looks comfortable, though almost everything does after several hours in a car trunk. He’s leaned into reds, browns, and golds for the decor and it suits him.
“If you didn’t bring me here, then why am I here?” Sakura finally asks, looking over to see Suo already watching him with one bright, red eye. He’s sweating, just a little, across his brow. Sakura’s eyes narrow; months of patrolling in the sweltering heat and Suo never so much as removed his jacket, and Sakura’s never seen him break a sweat.
Suo smiles at him, reassuring.
“I can guess what you’re here for, but I have a few theories as to why,” he says, looking just the slightest bit unfocused.
Sakura narrows his eyes.
“I’m not going to like this, am I?”
Suo laughs, a real laugh, with his head thrown back and his stupid tassel earrings swaying along with the motion.
“If it’s any comfort, with some luck, you’re going to like it a lot more than I am!”
Because that’s it, isn’t it? Sakura still trusts him. God help him, Sakura still believes Suo wouldn’t let anything happen to him. Even though Suo abandoned him twice. Even when Sakura beat him in that final fight, and Suo had said he wanted to stay. Even though Suo forced Sakura to give up and leave him, convinced him it’s what he wanted.
Even though it almost killed him, Sakura still trusts Suo.
It doesn’t matter that he’s in the vipers nest, Suo will protect him no matter what.
What an insane way to feel about someone he hasn’t seen in two years. It doesn’t make it any less true.
“Okay, what’s your plan?”
Suo smiles again, softer this time, and reaches up to brush Sakura’s hair from his forehead. Sakura furrows his brow, he doesn’t remember Suo being so tactile. He thinks he gets it, though.
And he doesn’t hate it.
“You,” he says, still smiling and brushing his fingers back towards Sakura’s ear, “are going to take that lamp over there,” he tips his head towards the table on the corner, “and you’re going to smash me in the head with it and knock me out.”
That’s- not what Sakura expected?!
“WHAT?!” he squawks, nearly jolting out of his skin as Suo laughs. “Why the heck would I do that?!?!”
Suo looks endlessly amused for someone who just told Sakura to bash his head in. Sakura’s going to punch him in his smug face!
“Sakura, I know I’m a paragon of self control, but even I can’t resist an unmarked Omega when I’m in rut. Even if it’s you.” He smiles and rolls his head back to rest against the wall. “Especially if it’s you.”
“You’re in-?” He looks at Suo again, really looks. The touchiness, the sweat on his brow. His soft, loose pants and shirt. Sakura sniffs the air, not bothering to hide it, and Suo smirks at him for the social faux pas. Screw manners. He thought Suo’s scent was just more vivid than he remembered, but now he can taste the spiciness in it. It’s deep and rich.
Well damn, Suo’s in rut.
He has been for a while, by the look of things. That’s- a little incredible, honestly. He seems so normal. Most Alphas Sakura knows are absolutely intolerable even leading up to their rut, but Suo’s bantering and controlling himself like he’s not half out of his mind with hormones.
“You’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met, and you know the people I’m around all the time,” he finally says, because anything else would be admitting way too much.
“You wound me, Sakura!”
They sit in silence for a few long minutes, and Suo runs the pads of his fingers across the back of Sakura’s hand absently. Sakura allows it for a moment before flipping his hand palm-up in offering. Suo only hesitates for a moment before threading their fingers together and squeezing.
His face only burns a little.
“So they tossed me in here with you in rut. Why?”
Suo inhales slowly through his nose.
“It could be for a few reasons. A test of loyalty, a reward. A way to make sure I can never go back to Furin, though I’m not sure what I would have done to spark that lately.”
“Can never go back? What do you mean?” Sakura furrows his brow, tipping his head to the side to see Suo better. For the first time, Suo isn’t looking back at him, so Sakura gives his hand a little squeeze.
“Come now, Sakura, you know what happens in rut. You’re surrounded by knot head Alphas every day,” his airy tone is in stark contrast with the way he still can’t meet Sakura’s eyes.
Sakura sputters, face burning red at the reminder of all the locker room talk he’s been subjected to over the years. Until the new crop of first (now second) years showed up, he and Kaji were the only two Omegas in the entire school. The new class has an incredible three, and the even newer class has four.
It’s kind of amazing, honestly.
“You’re the one who immediately suggested I brain you with a lamp!”
“That I did, that I did,” Suo chuckles, squeezing Sakura’s hand back. “I’d do a lot of things to spare you, Sakura, though I fear in this case it may not be a good thing.”
Sakura blinks at him, piecing it all together.
“It would have to look like I fought you off and won, right? Or what? They won’t let me go? They’ll use me against you?”
“It wouldn’t be wise for someone in my position to have an obvious, exploitable weakness, no.”
Sakura glares at him and rubs the bridge of his nose with his free hand. “So just to be clear, you’re working for a bunch of people who threw me in here hoping you would- what? Rape me?”
Suo’s quiet for a while, chewing the question over. Sakura watches him, leaning his head back against the wall as he waits for Suo to— defend these people? These people who condone rape and kidnapping?
“I never thought you would be a part of an organization like that is all,” he says, and it’s true. Suo has always been so chivalrous— an absolute asshole at times, to be sure, and a sadist when he fights, but never a misogynist. Alphas really are all the same, aren’t they?
“I won’t defend it, it’s unforgivable,” Suo says eventually, “but the Red Chanpuru isn’t the kind of organization I can just leave. It’s the kind I can take over and reform, though.”
For anyone else it would sound like a line, but when it’s Suo? Sakura believes him. He can’t imagine anything like this happening on Suo’s watch. So, he finally meets Suo’s gaze and nods.
Suo takes a deep, shuddering breath, and the room smells spicier all at once. It’s heady, so close to him. Sakura sways a little.
“We’re running out of time,” Suo says, breathing through his mouth, smile gone, “tell me how you’ve been? You made your dream come true right?”
Sakura squeezes his hand.
“Yeah, Kaji passed it to me at the end of last year.”
Suo smiles, and it’s genuine, but strained at the corners. “And your horseman? Any dark horses or who we expected?”
“As expected; Tsugeura, Kiryu, and Sugishita. They enjoy it,” Sakura raises his free hand and tilts it back and forth, “different amounts, I think. Sugishita and I are better but it’s not great all the time. We had a major fight last year.”
He smirks.
“I won, of course.”
Suo laughs, shaking his head. It was really as absurd as he’s probably imagining. The fight had been by the river at sunset, which seemed very cool before they both wound up in the water in December, which of course led to them both having colds for a week, Nirei was so pissed!
“Nirei is the fourth, I assume? How’s he doing?”
Sakura smiles.
“He’s doing great, really. He’s become such a strong fighter, but he hasn’t lost his good, kind heart. Hell of a right cross.” He drops his eyes to the floor. “But, no, he’s not the fourth. I, uh- there’s only three.”
We saved it for you.
He doesn’t say it, he doesn’t have to. They both know. Suo looks away, too, gaze fixed on some far off point.
“I’m glad you’re all good,” he says, softly but full of feeling. “It’s time, Sakura, go grab the lamp.”
“Is that what you really want, Suo?” he asks softly. “If it is, I’ll do it.”
“I don’t particularly want to be knocked unconscious with a lamp, no, but it’s our only option.”
“I mean it’s not the only option- I could, you know. We could-“ he scowls and scrubs his free hand through his hair, cheeks burning, “I know how rut works.”
“Sakura, I’ve missed you, I have, but I really don’t think we have time-“
Sakura groans in frustration and rolls up on one knee before throwing his leg over Suo’s thighs and settling in his lap. He can barely feel satisfaction for the way Suo’s brain clearly goes offline for a few seconds. His own face is so red it hurts, he’s got to be doing permanent damage to his cheeks with how hot his face is.
“There’s,” his voice comes out as a squeak, and he clears his throat, “one other option, if you wanted to. I’d never force you, I can go get the lamp-“
He shifts his weight back to stand, face still on fire, and maybe he will brain himself with the lamp next because oh god what got into him?! He can’t, he simply cannot face Suo ever again after this. Suo’s fingers fly to his hips and dig in hard enough to bruise.
“Do you mean it? Do you know what you’re offering?”
Sakura can’t look at him, can’t even look in his general direction or he will simply perish. This is quite possibly the most mortified he’s ever been in his entire life.
“I already said I know how rut works! I know what,” he licks his lower lip and whispers, “sex is.”
Suo’s fingers dig in harder, hard enough Sakura hisses and finally looks at him. Suo’s smile is gone, and his pupils are the size of saucers. Something instinctual in Sakura’s brain makes him freeze. Some long dormant survival instinct warns him to hold very, very still in the face of this predator.
He’s never seen this sharp look in Suo’s eye.
“Oh yeah? And who taught you that? Shall I pay them a little visit? Was it Togame? That Endo fellow?”
Sakura opens and closes his mouth, uselessly working at words. He knows better than to answer that, even if the answer is innocuous- that he’s surrounded by idiot Alphas every minute of every day and even he has to pick up some things eventually. It’s the correct answer- but he knows in his bones there’s no correct answer to that question.
“Sex,” he whispers the word again before returning to normal volume, “is basically just fighting.”
Suo blinks and the sharp, predatory glint in his eye is gone, replaced by the most gobsmacked expression Sakura’s ever seen him have.
Point Sakura.
“Sakura I don’t know who you’ve been having sex with, but I am very concerned.”
Sakura yowls out an enraged, mortified amalgamation of sound, slapping Suo firmly on the shoulder and ignoring the little smile it gets him. Suo’s always so insufferable! Sakura can’t believe he ever missed this guy.
“No! Not like that! It’s like communication with your body, like Umemiya always said!”
“Please call him and say those exact words, Sakura, I am begging you
“I’m getting the lamp, I hate you so much,” he grumbles, shifting his weight to stand. Suo digs his fingers in again, holding him by the hips and tugging him closer, almost close enough to-
“Did you mean it?” Suo asks, all traces of teasing and humor gone. Sakura swallows, unable to look anywhere but Suo’s one, bright eye. Does he mean it? He’s been kissed a grand total of two times, and neither one of those times had been particularly good. He’s certainly never gone further than that.
He’s never wanted to until now. It’s like sex and gender politics and even kissing were for people that weren’t him. Like he was just- out of the sphere of people it happens to. Only one person ever caught his eye and Sakura didn’t have him for very long. Things were so insane those first few months, he wrote it off as just another weird thing that happened to him when he came to Furin.
He can’t deny wanting this part of Suo. Any part of Suo, really. Something dark, clawing, and possessive snarls in his chest, urging him to take what this Alpha will give him. He wants to hoard away any of Suo’s affections he can get.
He wants Suo.
Does he want him like this? It’s not what he imagined, certainly. And oh, has he imagined it. Three long years of heats with only one face and scent to get him through. There’s never been anyone else, he can’t even conceptualize having someone else.
This may well be his only chance.
And, well, he’s never been a coward.
“I mean it,” he whispers, face on fire, “I want you.”
Suo kisses him.
He moves so quickly Sakura almost dodges on instinct. For all the speed, the kiss isn’t aggressive. Suo’s mouth is soft but firm against Sakura’s, controlled but intense in a way that makes him shiver. He jolts, one hand falling to Suo’s chest, and one of Suo’s hands comes up to cup his cheek.
Sakura sighs into the kiss, leaning in and tilting his head for a better angle, tangling his fingers in the soft fabric of Suo’s shirt. Suo traces his thumb over Sakura’s cheekbone, down over his jaw, and slides it into his hair. He curls his fingers hard enough to make Sakura gasp.
It’s nothing like the other two times he’s kissed someone. Kissing Suo is all-consuming.
Sakura sinks against him, moving his mouth experimentally against Suo’s. Suo lets him control it, lets him explore. The heady scent of his rut pheromones leaves Sakura feeling floaty and warm; and takes the edge off the embarrassment he would usually feel.
He drapes his arms over Suo’s shoulders, leaning in to kiss him harder. It’s good, it’s so good. Suo’s radiating heat like a furnace, warm and solid between Sakura’s thighs. He’s strong and sturdy beneath Sakura’s hands as they trace along his back and neck. Capable, dependable Suo, half out of his mind with rut and still letting Sakura take it slow.
The thought gives him the courage to open his mouth, tentatively nipping at Suo’s bottom lip like he’s heard his classmates talk about. He never really thought he would put any of their locker room talk into practice, but he’s kicking himself for not listening to more of it now.
It probably wouldn’t have mattered, he thinks, as his little nibble snaps the rest of Suo’s restraint. None of his Alpha classmates would have any advice to give him in this situation. Suo surges up, hands sliding under Sakura’s thighs to lift him. Sakura only has a second to tighten his hold before Suo lays him on his back on the soft rug, bullying his way between Salura’s legs, and-
Oh, he thought he was being kissed before, but it’s nothing compared to the absolute siege he’s experiencing now. Suo cups Sakura’s chin in one big hand, and digs his fingers into the hinges of his jaw. Inexperienced as he is, it takes Sakura a second to figure out why until his jaw opens and Suo kisses him more thoroughly than he thought possible.
He’s overwhelmed, helpless as Suo uses the hold on his jaw to tilt his head as he pleases. It takes his brain a moment to come back online and when it does he’s not sure whether to fight or let it happen. His body is warm all over, pleasure pooling in his belly, instinct urging him to tip his hips up for relief. He tangles his fingers in the collar of Suo’s soft, white shirt to anchor himself.
He wants, he wants. He wants so much, so badly, he’s half out of his mind with it. He’s not even sure what he wants so badly, some deep-buried instinct driving him, urging him to take what he’s craving.
He bares his teeth and kisses back as ferociously as he can manage, half-pinned by Suo’s body weight. Suo’s bigger than he was two years ago. He’d already been taller than Sakura, but he’s filled out through his chest and shoulders. He’s all lean muscle, a little bulkier maybe, but not like Tsugeura.
He’s perfect.
Sakura jolts his hips up again, catching against Suo’s firm stomach, and the flash of pleasure makes him whine into the kiss. Suo’s breath hitches at the sound, red eye dilated almost completely black as he pulls back to stare.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, using his grip to tilt Sakura’s head back and expose his throat. The gooey, warm part of Sakura’s brain is delighted to show its throat to his Alpha. Submit to Alpha, his instincts whisper, please Alpha.
Sakura bares his teeth and growls, swatting Suo’s hand away and resolutely pulling his chin down.
Alpha can fucking earn his submission.
He uses his elbow to trap Suo’s hand and hooks an ankle over one of Suo’s, bucking his hips up- and oh does that feel incredible- intending to roll them over and take control.
Suo’s grin is feral, just maniacal, as he blocks the move. He splays his knees wide, dropping his hips, and the contact has Sakura moaning out a noise he’s never made in his entire life.
“I knew you would be this way, it’s exactly how I imagined you. Come on then, Haruka, show me what you’ve got,” Suo says, smirking down at him, leaning down to cage him with one elbow on the ground by his head as he kisses him again.
It’s a token resistance, Sakura knows, through the warm, syrupy haze clogging his brain. But he bites Suo’s lip hard enough to taste blood, and grabs a fistful of his hair to wrench him back and off balance so he can flip them. As soon as he’s out from under Suo, he scampers to his feet, shoving over a chair and nearly taking out the whole table.
Suo grins at him, tongue flicking over his bleeding lip, as he stands. Suo’s bigger than him, and he’s fast, crossing the room in one easy stride that Sakura has trouble tracking. He blocks the grab on pure instinct, open hand thwacking Suo’s wrist to knock it off course.
He keeps his hands open, no fists, it’s not a real fight; he knows this through the warm haze in his brain. He’s just not ready to go down without some kind of resistance. He darts out from the corner, dodging another lunge, and he knows through pure Omega instinct that the chase is only winding Suo up.
It’s winding him up, too.
Unfortunately, Sakura is a striker, and in any kind of Judo or grappling contest, Suo has him woefully outmatched. In a fistfight, absolutely Sakura can take him, but this? With no punching or kicking, only soft strikes designed not to do lasting damage?
Suo catches him by the wrist and the room spins as he’s tossed neatly onto the bed in the center of the room. He hits hard, Suo not softening the throw at all, but the bed is soft beneath him and it doesn’t hurt. It does make that heat pool low in his belly again though, dripping down his spine, robbing all the blood from his brain.
Suo’s on him immediately, gathering both of Sakura’s hands and pinning them over his head in one of his own. He rests his free hand on Sakura’s throat, leaning in close to look him in the eye. His stupid tassel earrings brush against Sakura’s cheek, and Sakura has no conscious thought before he bites one and tugs it meanly.
It startles a genuine laugh out of Suo, and he gives Sakura’s jaw a little shake until he lets go.
“Still no good off your feet, you should really work on that,” he says, face impossibly fond. Sakura flushes a little, it’s true of course, but it still sucks to hear Alpha say it.
“Yeah, yeah,” he pouts, and Suo laughs, releasing Sakura’s throat in favor of brushing his errant hair from his forehead.
“Did you mean it?” Sakura asks after a moment, staring resolutely at the wall.
“I’m assuming you don’t mean my commentary on your groundwork skills.”
Sakura scowls, snapping his head back to Suo to glare. Suo’s little smile tells him that was the plan. Smug jerk.
“No, obviously. You said that you,” he can feel his face start to heat up as he fights for the words, “imagined it.”
Suo blinks at him, and Sakura can see him visibly decide not to tease him. He licks his still-bleeding lip and smiles.
“Of course I meant it, Haruka,” he says, soft and achingly honest, “almost every day since we met.”
Sakura’s face hurts with how red it is. Only Suo could say something like that with a straight face and keep his dignity intact.
“What’s your real name? You keep calling me ‘Haruka’, what do I call you?”
Suo winces, the first real crack in his armor Sakura’s seen tonight. Sakura didn’t mean to hurt him, and he feels a little guilty about it, but he really does want to know. He isn’t trying to be snide.
“Sun Fei,” Suo finally says, “but I’d like it if you call me Hayato.”
Sakura does a quick mental review of the Chinese reading of ‘Hayato’ and yeah, that tracks.
“That’s not very creative, Hayato,” he smirks, and he’s about to push it further until Suo’s breath catches.
“Say it again.”
Sakura swallows at the intensity in the command, feeling like he should probably tread carefully. He wiggles his hands until Suo lets go, and reaches up to brush his knuckles over Suo’s cheek. Suo’s not the only one who’s imagined this.
“Hayato.”
He doesn’t care how they got here.
He doesn’t care what happens after tonight.
It’s just them, and this might be the only night he ever gets to spend with the only Alpha he’s ever thought of as his. The only person he’s ever been interested in. One of his very first friends. Still one of his very best friends, no matter what.
He leans forward and ducks his head to press a kiss under Suo’s jaw in the most classically submissive gesture he knows.
“Hayato,” he murmurs against the soft skin of Suo’s throat.
Take care of me,
Have me.
I’m yours.
Suo tips Sakura’s head back with careful hands and kisses him again. Soft, chaste. He presses their foreheads together, breathing the same air, a perfect moment of emotion and understanding.
“Haruka,” he whispers, pressing kisses across Salura’s cheek and down his neck. He bites and worries the skin, marking his way down to the scent gland. Even in rut he knows better than to bite, but laves it with his tongue, again and again until Sakura’s crying out.
Sakura grew up clinically touch starved, a potential death sentence for Omega’s. Ironically, fighting helped, and Bofurin’s excessive touching had all but healed him, but he’s still sensitive. Suo wrenches Salura’s head back with a ruthless hand in his hair, holding him still as he grazes his teeth over his mating gland.
Sakura’s eyes well up, he writhes and scratches his blunt nails against Suo’s shirt, but Suo doesn’t let up. He shoves his thigh between Sakura’s legs and sucks hard. Sakura wails, body jerking helplessly as he comes. Suo grinds his thigh between Sakura’s legs to help him ride it out, and releases his throat in favor of pressing kisses across his cheeks.
“Good boy,” he murmurs between kisses, sliding his hands under the collar of Sakura’s jacket to slide it off his shoulders. Sakura lets him, still panting. “You’re perfect.”
He tugs Sakura’s plain shirt over his head, running reverent hands over the exposed skin of his chest. He traces his fingers up the centerline of Sakura’s torso, dusts them over his collarbones, and thumbs his nipples. Sakura squeaks and jerks under him, face burning, as he stares anywhere but at Suo.
He leans down and bites above Sakura’s nipple hard enough to bruise. Sakura yelps and slaps his head.
“What is wrong with you?!”
“Apologies,” Suo says, not sorry in the least, “Alpha instinct, I’m afraid.”
“No one else is even going to see it there!”
“Excellent news, but I will know it’s there!” He thumbs over the mark, tracing over the indents.
“You’re a freak.”
“Mm, maybe, but you’re into it.” Suo leans down to kiss him, and Sakura snaps his teeth at him. “Which makes me your freak. Take good care of me, Haruka~”
Sakura flushes, hand coming up to smack Suo’s arm for his cheeky audacity, but the look on Suo’s face stops him. He’s flushed, too, with sweat beading along his hairline. His eye looks glassy with fever, and there’s a fine tremor running up from his hands to his shoulders.
He’s fighting back his rut madness with everything he’s got. He had a half-naked Omega in his bed, Sakura’s already come once. The fever and pheromones must be destroying him from the inside out, but he’s holding everything back with an iron grip. He’s a gentleman to the last, doing absolutely everything in his power to make this experience comfortable for Sakura.
It’s killing him.
Sakura’s heart is so full with the realization. His Alpha is so good. He’s so strong, but it’s time for Sakura to take on some of the burden, now.
Sakura sits up running his thumb along the edge of Suo’s eyepatch before pressing a kiss to his forehead.
“You worked so hard, Hayato, you can let go. I want this,” he brushes his lips against Suo’s, “I want you. I trust you.”
It’s the right thing to say. Suo lets out a long, shuddering breath.
And the tight leash on his control snaps.
Suo rocks back, freeing Sakura’s legs and flipping him over on his knees. One hand between his shoulder blades presses his chest firmly to the mattress, and he’s grateful for the excuse to bury his face in a pillow. Ass in the air in front of an Alpha in rut. He knows he just asked for it, but it’s still mortifying.
And worse- he can feel himself throb and leak about it. If Suo can’t smell it already, he’s about to see it, and it’s so embarrassing his eyes burn.
Suo, oblivious to Sakura’s internal turmoil, presses a series of open mouthed kisses across his lower back and spine as he works Sakura’s belt open. It only takes him a second to start tugging his pants and underwear down in one go, tangling them over Sakura’s knees and leaving him viciously exposed.
“Oh, all this for me? What a good boy you are, Haruka,” Suo croons, sliding his big, warm palms up the insides of Sakura’s thighs. His fingers glide through the evidence of how wet Sakura’s been getting between his legs, and the remnants of his orgasm.
Sakura wants to die.
“Shhh,” Suo hushes him, “it’s a compliment for me. Your body know who its Alpha is.”
He would slap Suo for a line like that in any other circumstance, but he just shoves his face against the pillow and yowls as Suo traces a finger over his aching slit and dips it inside. His finger is confident and sure, pressing in deep and crooking inside him. He’s so wet there’s no real friction, and it should be so weird to have someone’s fingers literally inside him, but it isn’t.
It’s incredible.
His hips jolt helplessly, bucking against Suo’s one- no, there’s two inside him now, and he can just barely feel the stretch. He cries out, loud even where he’s muffling it against the pillow in his arms.
Suo fucks him lazily with two fingers, scissoring and exploring him, his other hand brushing down lower to the scent glands on his inner thighs and pressing mercilessly against them.
“You weren’t kidding, your body really is ready. You’ve been getting ready for me this whole time, haven’t you? Nice and wet for me, my good boy,” Suo says, leaning over him and grabbing his hair with the hand he’s been abusing his glands with. He wrenches Sakura’s head to the side and kisses him, open mouthed and filthy.
Sakura wants to respond, to kiss back, or say something to defend himself, but his body is on fire, and his brain is leaking out his ears. He can’t hold a thought that isn’t Suo’s name or how good he feels. Between the incredible pleasure of Suo playing him like an instrument, and the heady curtain of his rut pheromones, Sakura’s all but mush beneath him.
He’s so hot. The fire in his belly is rising again, dripping down between his legs. His entire world is narrowed to the tongue in his mouth and the fingers inside him. The pressure down there is building, and it’s not, oh god he’s going to-!
“Stop,” he slurs, gasping in a brief respite between Suo’s filthy kisses. “Hayato!” Tears prick and he heaves in air, slapping weakly at Suo’s shoulder.
“What’s wrong?” Suo murmurs in his ear, nipping at the lobe, but obediently stilling his fingers. Are there three now? Sakura didn’t feel another go in, but he feels stretched even wider than before.
“You have to stop, ‘m gonna-“ he states at the wall, face burning so hard it hurts. He can’t say it, it’s way too mortifying to admit. Everything is too much, it’s too hot, his body feels too good, and the pressure between his legs is agonizing.
“Going to come? That’s the point, darling,” Suo chuckles, biting hard enough Sakura gasps and jerks beneath him. He splays his fingers wide and swivels his wrist, curling them against the front of Sakura’s cunt. The fire licks through him again, ripping all the way up to his abdomen, and that horrifying pressure comes back.
“No, no, no!” he wails, sobbing into the pillow miserably. He can’t stop his hips from jerking down, can’t shove Suo away, it’s all so good, too good.
Suo hushes him again, pressing soft kisses to his cheek.
“You’re going to come, I promise. It’s not pee, you can let go. Trust me.”
He sits up, thrusting harder with his fingers, and bringing his free hand up to wrap around Sakura’s leaking cock. The tight, sure grip, and rough skin of his callouses on the soft, sensitive skin is all it takes. Sakura screams as he comes, every muscle in his body contracting at once, toes curling helplessly in the sheets. It comes in a vicious battery of waves, rolling through him as he jerks his hips down on the fingers inside him. Suo works him through it, pressing relentlessly at his g spot and working his cock.
He’s never come so hard in his life. He didn’t know it was possible to come that hard. His brain whites out from the force of it, and for a few seconds he’s soft and floating and perfect. Everything is perfect. Suo leans down to kiss him, and through his hormone- fueled brain it feels like he could have this forever.
It’s just Sakura and Suo.
He blinks himself aware, pulling slowly from his fantasy. He’s on his back, pants gone, leaving him completely bare beneath Suo’s wandering hands. Suo has shucked his soft pants as well, and he’s kneeling between Sakura’s splayed thighs, pressing lazy kisses against his belly and chest.
He knows it’s just hormones. He knows how sex works, how it can make an Omega feel. Knowing doesn’t make him want it any less. Doesn’t make his heart feel any less overwhelmingly full as he brushes Suo’s bangs back from his face.
This is really going to hurt in a few hours.
But for now, Suo sits up, one of Sakura’s legs draped over his elbow. Sakura leans up to meet him halfway in a gentle kiss, bracing himself on one hand and cupping Suo’s cheek with the other.
Kissing is a lot like fighting.
He knows he’s giving too much away, because Suo is too. No words, just their bodies creating a perfect understanding.
He runs his fingers of the low collar of Suo’s shirt and gives it a little tug. He won’t press, but he wants to ask. Suo pulls back with a sigh.
“I don’t think you’re going to like it.”
Sakura shrugs, he’s pretty sure what’s under there, and when Suo tugs the shirt off in one fluid motion, he can see the red ink curling over his shoulder. He can picture the tattoo that covers most of Suo’s back. It’s a symbol of his past, his family. Sakura thumbs over the red curling over and presses a soft kiss to the edge of it.
His future.
“I don’t think I can wait much longer,” Suo admits, like he hasn’t shown more restraint than every Alpha on the planet combined for the last hour. Sakura kisses him again, once on the lips, once on the tip of his nose.
“Take what you need, Hayato.”
“Haruka,” Suo groans, kissing him firmly and bearing him back down to the mattress, arms draped over Suo’s shoulders, one knee almost pressed to his chest.
The stretch is incredible, but it doesn’t hurt. He’s been well-prepared and his body is made for it, but tears prick his eyes anyway. Furin’s made him such a crybaby. He hides his face against Suo’s neck, panting wetly over his mating gland and pressing little moans against the skin.
Suo’s rapidly losing his composure, biting a trail of kisses down across Sakura’s collar bone and throat. His hips tremble with the discipline it takes to push slowly into Sakura. Sakura runs his hands gently across Suo’s back to soothe him for the effort, traces the hard lines of his muscles. He wonders where the edges of the tattoo are, if Suo knows and can feel
Sakura putting his hands all over it.
He hopes he can.
Suo’s big, and it takes a few torturous minutes for him to bottom out without ripping Sakura open. When he finally does, he leans low until they’re nose to nose, not quite kissing. His earrings brush the sides of Sakura’s face, and a few long, errant locks have escaped their tie. His eye is almost completely black.
“Do it,” Sakura says, “fuck me.”
It’s the third time tonight Sakura’s seen Suo’s iron clad control slip, but this time he loses it completely. He sits back on his knees, fingers digging bruises into the soft skin of Sakura’s thigh as he presses it even more firmly to Sakura’s chest.
He pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
Sakura screams. It’s immediately too much, and not enough. He thought Suo’s fingers had been overwhelming, but they were nothing compared to the absolute onslaught of his cock. He’s so full, it feels like he’s going to split open, but he’s sure he’ll die if Suo stops. He reaches one hand up to brace against the headboard and tangles the other in the sheets. The rhythm is too fast, too sharp for Sakura to do more than weakly tilt his hips up for the best angle.
Suo leans down to kiss him again, all tongue and teeth, and Sakura can barely participate in that either. His body doesn’t even feel real anymore, he’s just pure pleasure contained in mortal form now. He grabs Suo’s shoulders to anchor himself, and drags his nails viciously down his back. Later, he will hope he scratches that stupid tattoo bloody, but in the moment all he can feel is Suo.
Suo, Suo, Suo
Suo kisses him again, thrusts getting more erratic. Sakura’s belly is on fire, and he knows he’ll come the second he’s knotted, but it’s torture to wait.
“Hayato,” he moans directly into Suo’s ear. He mouths along the underside of his jaw again, a submissive plea for Alpha to hurry up and let him come! He can feel the beginnings of Suo’s knot expanding as he ruthlessly fucks into him, but he needs more. Suo growls, the force of the sound making his throat tingle under Sakura’s lips, and it’s such an un-Suo noise it makes him smile.
If he hears it outside of the bedroom, he’s pretty sure he’ll be soaked immediately, though. Probably something to consider later.
Suo grabs him by the jaw and forces him up for another kiss. He growls again against Sakura’s mouth, and only Suo’s grip on his chin keeps him from baring his throat.
“You’re mine,” he growls, pulling back enough to look Sakura in the eye. Sakura barely understands him through the haze in his brain, but he smiles.
“Yours, Hayato.”
He bites Sakura’s shoulder as he comes, narrowly missing his mating glad as his knot finishes swelling and locks them firmly together. Sakura cries out, cock jerking untouched against his belly as the fullness finally pushes him over the edge. It’s not as intense as the last one, but he sobs through it, leg jerking helplessly in Suo’s hold. It’s a more gentle, full body pleasure, rolling through him and leaving him exhausted in its wake.
He drops his head back against the pillow and unwinds his arms from Suo’s neck, letting them flop uselessly by his head as he pants.
Suo finally releases Sakura’s shoulder, licking over the wound. “Sorry,” he murmurs, frowning at the deep, bleeding gouge. He actually does sound sorry this time, too.
“‘S okay,” Sakura says, eyes barely open as Suo maneuvers them on their sides so he’s not crushing Sakura into the mattress. The bite might have missed his mating gland, but he can feel Suo’s contentment like a warm flame in the back of his mind.
They’re bonded. A one-and-done bonding is incredibly rare, especially without a bite. A feat of peak romance and compatibility, wasted on them. They both know better than to even speak the words out loud here.
He sighs. It figures, honestly.
Suo tucks Sakura close to his chest, head nestled under his chin. He strokes long, soothing lines up Sakura’s back, running over the knobs of his spine and the indents of his ribs.
“You’re going to have to ask Nirei to get you birth control.”
Sakura hums, too tired and sated to be preemptively embarrassed about a conversation that will be truly horrifying. He presses a lazy kiss to Suo’s collarbone in lieu of answering.
He dozes, helpless in the afterglow, even though he has a million questions and wants desperately to commit this moment to memory. His body’s too tired from the day to listen to him anymore. He’s well and truly exhausted.
A soft noise in the hall jolts him awake. He’s alone in the bed, not nearly as wet between the thighs as he should be, and dressed in a soft pair of black pants, and shirt that aren’t his.
“Don’t fight,” Suo says softly, settling on the edge of the bed and stroking his hair, “you’ll be taken home unharmed, I made sure of it.”
That warm glow in the back of his brain tells him Suo is being honest. He’ll be returned home.
Sakura’s still so tired. He can’t have gotten much sleep, and it’s been such a long day that he just nods. He won’t fight. He’ll go quietly. He lets Suo pull him to his feet and endures his fussing. It’s not fair, it’s not fair at all. They should have more time together, but he knows this is for the best: it’s the safest option for them both.
Suo’s saying something to him, but he’s too tired to process it, so he wraps a hand in the soft fabric of his shirt and pulls him in for one last kiss. It’s short, chaste compared to the debauchery of their last few hours. He pulls back just enough to press his forehead against Suo’s.
“You can always come home. I’ll be waiting for you,” he says, but there’s barely the length of a heartbeat to savor the shocked look on Suo’s face before the door opens and a pair of hands snatch him out into the hall and shove another bag over his head.
They’re much more gentle with him this time. They let him walk, which is nice, though he wouldn’t hate being carried with how exhausted he is. By the time he’s returned home, the sun has long since risen and Nirei is in front of his house, worked into a panic.
“SAKURA! You’re okay! Who were those guys- what happened to your face??” His fingers flit nervously across Sakura’s bruised eye and split lip. He keeps prattling nervously, but Sakura is exhausted and strung out on hormones and can’t process a single word of it.
So, he just steps forward and leans his head against Nirei’s shoulder. Nirei cuts off in stunned silence, abandoning his sentence in the middle to slowly bring his arms up to wrap around Sakura’s shoulders before pulling him in tight.
He doesn’t know how long they stand like that, in a one-sided embrace in the middle of the sidewalk.
“We bonded,” Sakura says, more than a little miserably. And then, “I think I need birth control.”
He doesn’t say his name, they both know who he smells like. Nirei just holds him tightly.
“Okay, that’s- okay. Let’s run you a bath and I’ll go to the store. Maybe some nice Omurice from Kotoha, too.”
Sakura nods against Nirei’s shoulder, and steps back to let himself be led inside by an arm around his waist. At least he’s not alone.