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Locked Out Of Heaven

He smells him before he hears him. The sweet aroma of honey and mint, a breeze sweeping through a field of sunflowers.

Then he hears him. The screaming and crashing, the pained shrieks that followed what sounded like broken bones. Animalistic growls that would make lesser alpha's kneel or run away.

South moves swiftly and agile in a way that wasn't expected from someone so big, steps silent as he follows the familiar scent into an alley that leads to an abandoned property.

He peaks into the building, unflinching to the eerie silence that followed the pained screams and broken bones. The scent was stronger and South's eyes narrowed when he recognised the tell-tale signs of omega in heat.

A shiver goes down his spine but he remains undaunted as he moved deeper into the building. An omega in heat would explain the screams.

They're normally submissive and pliant but it doesn't take a beat for them to go bat-shit feral when they're in heat.

There's three reasons why the turn into mindless beasts with the strong urge to fuck themselves stupid and full of cum, either because their alpha rejected them, they're alone and will suffer their heats by themselves, or some foolish alpha's thought that they could force themselves onto an omega.

There was a reason why omega facilities existed and it wasn't to protect them. It was to keep them contained when they're in heat, a place they could be locked up in to avoid incidents of brutal deaths and mutilated bodies.

Omega's were picky, a primal instinct in them choosing who their partners would be. Said partners have no choice but to oblige unless they want clawed hands holding them down to take it.

South finds it comical that it was more common for an alpha to be raped than an omega because it was nearly impossible for them to get forced on. Heat or not, omega are people of instinct and the instinct to survive is the strongest.

He wonders why there was an omega out here with no restraints and how authorities have not been called yet. Also, South wonders what kind of idiots thought that they could force themselves on an omega in heat.

The scent was stronger, mixing with blood and South inhaled deeply. His alpha rumbles when he finds three bodies with nearly unnoticeable pulse, mangled and lying on the pool of their blood, purring at the thought of a very strong omega doing this.

The omega might be still aware then, not too deep yet into their heat to be able to stop themselves from proceeding to kill these stupid alpha's. South remains undeterred. He's seen worse.

And he doesn't worry about himself. He's not a man slaved to his cock and instincts, not to mention that he was a prime alpha. No omega would have him on his back.

(he's gonna regret thinking of that).

South continues to look for the omega, now wary when he sees no sign of them.

Not even a noise. The scent was thicker and more potent and South might've started drooling right then and there if he was a lesser man.

He enters the hallways and he's hit by the omega's scent full force, pungent and sour because of distress and anger.

South concludes that the omega's nest must be in one of the rooms in the hallway. He was prepared to put the omega down, to fight against them and bring them to an omega facility.

He was prepared for anything that might happen.

He wasn't prepared for the blow that came to his back, however.

South stumbles forward, pain exploding on his back and he doesn't have a moment before his legs are being swept under him. Slender but tiny legs press down on his arms, pinning them and South snarls, chest rumbling as his alpha screeches at him.

Except. Any thoughts of standing back up and absolutely ripping the omega into pieces are thrown out of the window when he's yellow eyes meet hazy blue one's.

Hanagaki Takemichi hovers over him like some god sent to ravage earth, eyes hazy with lust and growing need. His golden hair was illuminated by the moonlight that shone through the glass windows, framing his face that was contorted to a scowl.

His fangs were grown, bared as drool spilled from the corner of his lips. He was glaring down on South and South marvels at how Takemichi managed to look so demonic yet angelic at the same time.

Who would've thought that the omega crybaby everyone wanted for their gang would be this terrifying and ethereal in his feral state. South didn't expect that such a harsh expression would fit so well on Takemichi's pretty face.

South is brought out of his musings by a deep growl, reminding him that he has a feral omega over him. His instincts kicked overdrive and he threw Takemichi off him.

The omega slammed onto the wall, howling. He immediately stood back, crouching and growling at South like a feral dog. He was clearly deep in his heat if he couldn't recognise South, unflinching to the pheromones the alpha was releasing to force him to submit. If anything, it only seemed to make him madder.

"Well aren't you a pretty sight?," South chuckles, his inner alpha rumbling at him to claim the omega.

South wouldn't mind, mating Takemichi and being his alpha. He was a good omega, a bit rough around the edges but it was nothing that a good training would fix.

This circumstance he found himself in was perfect. He's got every reason to mate Takemichi and South wouldn't deny that the picture of the blonde omega full of his pups wasn't tempting.

Still, Takemichi was a feral omega and South was a prime alpha. He wouldn't let the younger blonde get ahead of himself and think that he could pin South down and take control.

No.

South was the one who's gonna take the lead and he'll fuck Takemichi till he was fat and happy with cum.

The omega in front of him doesn't seem to be happy with his idea, based on his glare and growls. South snarls back at Takemichi and thinks, 'He's perfect'.

Takemichi snarls back at him, rising to his challenge and South laughs when Takemichi runs towards him, as fast as a bullet shot from a gun and slashes his face with clawed hands, no hesitation.

He was so different from the Hanagaki that South heard of, the one who was hesitant to use violence and preferred to talk it out, crying like there was no tomorrow.

South supposes that it was to be expected. Takemichi was currently feral and most feral omega's loses themselves to their instincts, nothing but the thought of finding an alpha to mate and use to fuck themselves stupid and full of pups filling their brains.

Takemichi was relentless, fast and flexible. His hits and kicks weren't strong but that wasn't what South really worried about. It was his clawed hands that were so keen in ripping his eyeballs out.

They continue to fight and South doesn't hold back, revering at Takemichi who comes back again and again and again no matter how many times South has punched and kicked him away. He was bleeding profusely, pheromones turning sweeter and sugary scent mixing with the metallic smell of blood. The delicious aroma of slick was strong in the air, permeating with the smell of Takemichi's heat.

South has heard of Takemichi's durability and resilience in fighting. Weak he was, he stood his ground and received attacks that would've brought down the weaker. What made Takemichi the hero he was was his determination and stubbornness, refusing to back down no matter how much commanding any alpha he faced did.

South has a first row seat in seeing not only Takemichi's feral state in his heat but also his undauntedness where he refuses to bow and submit no matter what. South was a prime alpha and Takemichi wasn't the first omega he encountered in their heat and feral state.

But he never really had to work hard or worry about them because he could easily defeat them, either by a single punch or suppressing them down with his pheromones.

Takemichi was different however and South found himself with a broken arm a few beats later. The omega had used the small corridor and South's size to his advantage, sneaking in the alpha's blind spots to wrap himself around his right arm and without hesitation, dislocating it.

South grunted, pain spreading quickly but he ignored that in favor of ripping and throwing Takemichi away from his right arm. The omega lands in a roll, tucking himself in a corner as he watches South's limp arm with interested blue eyes.

"Sick bastard," South grumbles and Takemichi hisses at him, eyes going slitted. He looked like shit with his bloodied injuries yet he somehow still stood up to make his way to South.

His arm throbbed in pain and so did the rest of his body. Tiny phantom of pain that reminded him of cramps, lip busted and bleeding in a few gashes that Takemichi managed to create. It was nothing really, South had dealt worse but Takemichi's pheromones were getting potent and stronger, forcing South to submit.

It was a battle of dominance and South snarls because South was losing. He, a prime alpha, losing to a crybaby omega.

In the end, it wasn't him who made the choice. Takemichi runs forward, a snarl splitting his face as the sight of South's injury spurred him on. He jumps high in the air and South can do nothing but brace himself, raising his good arm to shield his face as Takemichi descends down on him like the raging god he was.

The kick that connects with South's good arm was strong, sending him reeling backwards and in the moment of battle, he wondered how such small limbs could have so much power behind them.

He isn't given a chance to recover as his legs are kicked below him, South sprawling on his back and he looks up with wild eyes as Takemichi looms over him, right leg raised upwards before it goes down on him.

Pain explodes on his left arm, the limb dislocated off his shoulder and he grits his teeth. He could barely keep himself up, propped on his elbows and every move sent pain throughout his body.

Takemichi hovers over him, a satisfied glint in his lust filled eyes. The clothes he wore, basically his uniform, were slowly taken off. His pants were already gone, white shirt unbuttoned to show his flushed milky white skin, a light sheen of sweat over it.

Slick dripped from his hole and down to his thighs, sugary and thick. South watches as the demon that was Takemichi gets on his knees, slowly crawling over him with a purr.

South hisses as his legs were pride open, Takemichi's right knee pressing down on South's own right leg, his arm climbing up to the alpha's shoulder while the other pushed South's left leg away.

Then, South chokes as Takemichi releases a new batch of pheromones, thicker and more potent than before that South thinks it has created a light mist. It clouds his mind and he feels his cock harden in his pants, his rut slowly being triggered.

He curses, hissing as Takemichi's knee presses down on him his own leg, his left leg released as Takemichi favors to get rid of South's clothing. The omega takes his time, popping the buttons of South's gang uniform slowly, revealing his muscled and well-built body underneath.

South could nearly feel the satisfaction that radiated from Takemichi when his uniform pushed back his shoulder, his scent turning even more sweeter.

"Strong alpha," Takemichi sighs and he cups South's face with deceptively small hands. Their eyes meet and South groans as Takemichi's free leg digs into his middle, knee rubbing the bulge on his crotch.

"Strong and amazing alpha. Perfect mate," South can't help but preen, body slowly relaxing as Takemichi thumbs the rim of his eyes, his pheromones enveloping them both.

His rut and inner alpha creeps at the back of his and the more logical part of his mind, the one that wasn't affected by the omega's pheromones, screams at him to stand up and fight, to be the one to pin the omega down and show him the true dominant one between the two of them.

But all thoughts are erased when soft plump lips meet his, small yet hungry and South slowly opens his mouth. Their tongue's meet, dancing with each other.

Takemichi was eager, hands tightening around South's face and he didn't have the choice but to follow the omega's lead, rough and hungry.

Lust fogs South's mind and he surrenders to his basic instincts, his last thoughts leaving him as sharp teeth nip at his lips.

South groans, low and guttural from his throat. He's propped up against the wall, legs spread wide open with his arms useless beside him.

Pleasure shoots up his spine, lewd noises coming from the omega who was currently between his legs, sucking his cock like his life depended on it. Soft pink tongue licks the tip of his shaft, teasing and South's eyes meet Takemichi's, dazed.

The omega laps at his beading tip, red and leaking pre-cum like it was water before swallowing the entire shaft till the tip hit the back of his throat.

Then, South's eyes move down to Takemichi's lips, wide open and easily accommodating South's large girth. He watches as the omega easily swallows him, his length disappearing in those plump lips and wet heat, tongue tracing the veiny under of his cock and the tip hitting the very back of Takemichi's throat.

South thinks that he should be surprised that Takemichi had no gag reflex, should be surprised that the small omega was even able to take him in his mouth, though not fully, with no problem considering that Takemichi was barely able to wrap his hands around South's girth and he probably would have if it weren't for the fact that he was too deep in his lust filled mind.

It felt too good and another animalistic groan is ripped out from his throat when he feels Takemichi's throat constricting, rippling around the tip of his cock. Heat builds up in his abdomen, muscles clenching as Takemichi bobs his head up and dead, followed by his hands that squeezed tight and tugged right.

If South could use his hands, he'd be gripping Takemichi's hair and head now tightly, pushing the omega down deeper to take more of him but alas, he can't and he's left to deal with Takemichi's teasing.

The said omega hums and South curses at the vibration, eyes shutting tight as the heat in his lower stomach explodes, his orgasm washing over him. He groans when Takemichi, the minx, only tries to take him deeper, shoving his cock down his throat till he was nosing South's small pubic hairs.

Sensitivity prickles at South's skin as Takemichi doesn't let him go, determined to milk out everything South has. He slumps down at the wall when the omega pulls off his soft cock with a pop, breathing deeply and he glares with lidded eyes as Takemichi cleans his cock with his mouth, eagerly licking the cum that trailed down his length.

"Bastard," He hisses and all he gets is a happy crooning, a pleased omega clambering up him. Arms wrap around his shoulder, careful to not jostle his injured shoulders.

South has lost count of how many times he has cum for the night, be it because of the menace's mouth or hole. The omega despite losing himself to pleasure, has damned good fucking control over his pheromones and kept South down and submissive.

His rut creeps at the back of his mind, his alpha subdued with Takemichi's dominance. His dislocated shoulders and stinging wounds weren't helping, but those were distant pains as Takemichi drowns South with his sweet and sugary scent.

Hands cup his face and South has no warning before lips are smashed into his.

Takemichi has developed an unhealthy obsession with his lips or more importantly, his sharp teeth. Tongue licks into his mouth, teeth nipping at his teeth before dancing with his own tongue, tracing the lines of his sharp fangs.

South could taste his release in Takemichi's mouth and he could feel Takemichi's hands sliding down his neck, which were littered with bite marks and purple bruises, to his pecks.

The omega mewls in his mouth and South grunts when fingers pull at his nipple, his length starting to twitch back to life. Takemichi pulls away from him, a trail of saliva connecting them.

The omega looked at him with eyes hazy with heat and filled with desire. He looked positively delicious just like his scent. The more aggressive and violent side of South was satisfied at the sight of Takemichi's injuries, purple and blue bruises with blood that was a stark contrast to the milky white skin.

It wasn't like South was any better with his own injuries, two dislocated arms and a few blood gashes. The metallic scent of blood mixed with Takemichi's sugary scent, pheromones heavy in the hair that South could nearly taste it.

Takemichi fixes his position into a more comfortable one and South hisses when a hand grabs his shaft, fingers teasing the beading tip. The omega mewls as he guides South's cock to the rim of his wet hole, rubbing it and creating delicious friction that has South shuddering with both pleasure and sensitivity.

With a sigh, Takemichi starts lowering himself, propping the tip in with a filthy squelch before placing both arms around South's shoulder. The alpha hisses as the omega sinks down on him, warm and wet heat surrounding his length. Cum and slick trails down both his cock and Takemichi's thighs, leaking out as South fills him once again.

Takemichi shifts and South chokes when the omega abruptly shoves himself down in a rippling clench of muscles.

The omega moans, drool dribbling down in his chin. South looks down, grunting softly when he sees the bulge he created in Takemichi's navel.

He groans when Takemichi starts moving, muscles clenching each time he goes back down. His movements gradually become rougher, the omega mewling with each thrust.

South shifts, thrusting back up and Takemichi arches against him, throwing his head back and South knows that he has hit the omega's prostate.

Both their pheromones mix together and South grunts, feeling his orgasm building up. His knot starts to swell, making the omega moan as it catches at the rim.

Going by Takemichi's uneven pace, he was near too.

It doesn't take a few thrust before the two of them are cumming, South's hot release painting Takemichi's insides white not for the first time. The omega's release splatters both their front, Takemichi twitching at the aftershocks before slumping in exhaustion.

South looks down at the omega on his chest, eyes dark. His inner alpha rumbles, rut creeping at him as Takemichi's pheromones start to release its pressure. His knot tied them together and any movement could cause both of them pain.

South fights for any semblance of control.

With a hiss after a few minutes later, South sits properly up before slamming his left shoulder into the wall behind him. His left arm goes back to place with a click and sudden burst of pain. It was nothing however and South does the same to his right arm.

He grabs the drowsy omega off him, laying him on the ground before hovering. He places himself between Takemichi's leg, eyeing the trail of cum that followed his cock when he pulled out.

Exhausted lidded blue eyes peer up at him and he stares back at Takemichi, eyes blown wide and dominating pheromones starting to surround them.

"My turn".

Takemichi screams, eyes snapping open as a particularly harsh thrust nails him at the prostate. His mind is hazy and dark spots dance in his vision, some of his memories blurred but he can never mistake the situation he found himself in.

He moans hoarsely, choking as tears spring out from his eyes. Takemichi bows his head, barely keeping himself up his forearms as sharp pleasure fries his already sensitive nerves.

"Oh, you're lucid," A deep voice rumbles and Takemichi whimpers.

The alpha behind him noses his nape, before licking his scent gland. Takemichi moans, his inner omega crooning at the big strong alpha that towered over him.

The thrusts were merciless, harsh and rough and Takemichi thinks he's going to break. Tears stream down his face and with a choked off cry, he cums.

He trembles with sensitivity as he's shifted on his back, his eyes widening in both fear and shock as one South Terano looms over him.

His memories are hazy but he can never forget the recent events that happened and Takemichi whimpers as South starts moving once again, pushing his cum deeper into the small bulge he created with his release.

His heat was still there and while his omega was pleased, it prickled with irritation. Pleasure clouds Takemichi's mind and he could feel a snarl building up his throat.

He, however, pushes it down as he chooses to clench tightly around the cock in him. As expected, South groans above him, pausing his thrusts.

Takemichi's teary blue eyes meets South's calculating gold ones and he shivers under the alpha's intense gaze. His inner omega claws at him but he shushes it as he shakily props himself up his forearms under the alpha's interested gaze.

His movements jostles the length in him and Takemichi moans softly but he immediately gathers his wits. With a shaky sigh, his pheromones explodes and South chokes. Takemichi goes back down on his back and South cages him, eyes shut tight as the alpha held himself up on his forearms.

Takemichi watches with fascination as someone strong and dominant like South easily folds over him, his pheromones turning heavy and pressuring the alpha to submit.

With a hoarse chuckle, his hands cup South face to guide the alpha's dazed eyes to meet his. The alpha was breathing heavily, chest heaving as he fought for control against Takemichi.

It was a fruitless struggle really.

"I chose you, alpha. Don't dissapoint," Takemichi croons and he releases his pressure.

South may be the alpha but Takemichi was the dominant one here.

Chapter Text

Takemichi was going to die of embarrassment.

He burns bright red, shifting from where he sat before wincing as pain shoots up his spine from his bum. He keeps a tight lid on his pheromones but his distress and mortification was clear as day on his face.

"I'm astonished that you could look so embarrassed and mortified like a virgin from the 19's when you were the one who started it," South snorts at him, leaning against the cold stone wall. He was in his stained gang uniform, sweaty with a few buttons popped open. His hair was messy, tied in a loose ponytail with a few strands framing his face.

"Shut up," Takemichi grumbles, blushing a deeper shade of red and avoiding South's sharp golden eyes.

How was he going to proceed with this?

It was an embarrassing moment of lucidity when Takemichi managed to break free out from the fog of his heat only to find himself riding South's length like there was no tomorrow.

Pleasure had quickly eaten up his brain but he had a nice view of South under him, sweaty and undone with pleasure, groaning as he thrusted upwards to meet Takemichi's. He had a quick moment of horror and shame as he realised the moan that ripped itself out of his throat at the sight of South's debauched state.

The power rush that mixed with his pleasure was heady and thick, clouding Takemichi's mind. To his horror, Takemichi absolutely loved it.

It wasn't everyday that he would have a strong and prime alpha under him nor had he ever had a power trip. It was all new and all Takemichi could do was go with the flow, his heat still clouding his mind despite easing already.

"You loved it," South smirks at him. "You had moments of lucidity and at the very end, you were awake. You could've stopped but you didn't. Stop being embarrassed and just admit it."

"How can you be so calm?!" Takemichi near damn screeches. "We just- just- you know?! And it wasn't even consented! You should be mad at me. Doesn't this hurt your pride as an alpha or something?"

South looks at him like he'd grown a second head before looking away, snorting. "I admit, it did hurt my pride to be defeated and laid under a small crybaby omega," Takemichi twitches at that, his inner omega howling at the jab. "But it's not like i truly minded it. And It was consented, Hanagaki. I challenged you in a fight for dominance while you were in heat and that's basically a consent because if you had lost, we still would've ended up fucking but it's me who's in control."

Takemichi shifts from where he sat uncomfortably, hands playing with the hem of his button up shirt.

"Besides, it was good fuck. One of the best I've had since I'd gotten out of prison," South grins at him sharply and Takemichi flinches, glaring sullenly at the hulking man. "You're pretty strong Hanagaki, already resilient and durable in your clear minded state and that was only doubled in your feral state. An omega who could have me in my back is pretty rare, also a possible mate. I wouldn't have minded if you'd marked me and flushed my coils with your pheromones."

"Please, South-kun, you're not helping," Takemichi groans as he buries his red face in his palms. He doesn't really need any teasing or jokes right now.

He's really surprised to see South so laidback and easy going with the recent events. Takemichi had automatically assumed that South was a proud and dominant alpha and he's right. South was a prime alpha, much like Mikey, and Takemichi cannot fathom what the other must be feeling considering that he just lost a fight of dominance against a small omega like him.

Something like pride blooms in Takemichi and his omega croons at him but he pushes it down. He'd always been weak and the only thing he got for himself was his stubbornness and determination. Takemichi had never gone feral before and the farthest he'd call his feral state is when he attacked Mucho for hurting both Kokonoi and Inupi.

He was still awake back then but his instincts were blaring at the threat. That kind of ferality was different from Takemichi's heat ferality. It was the protective kind and far more tamed than his heat induced one, considering that he's all about fucking, lust, and pained rage when he's in heat.

"What were you doing out here anyways while you're in heat?" South asks.

"Well," Takemichi fiddles with his thumbs, "I'd completely forgotten about the date and the suppressors I wore had expired."

"And you didn't think of calling any of those friends of yours or the authorities?" South raises an eyebrow.

"An omega facility was literally just a few blocks away and I could've made it.. But," Takemichi looks away, unable to think of the three teenagers he'd damned near mutilated. Guilt eats him and the thought of having blood on his hands makes him sick.

He had just taken a life, no, multiple lives and he knows he can never undo that.

"But a couple of punks smelled your scent and thought they could fuck you?" South barks out of laughter, sardonic and cruel. "They're dead, Hanagaki. You left them in pieces and when I'd found them, they were still breathing, their pulse faint. But now? They're definitely dead."

"I know that," Takemichi snaps. "I know that and you don't have to rub it on my face. I killed them alright and that's gonna haunt me for the rest of my life. Heat or not, it was not an excuse and I could never forgive myself."

"Don't you dare continue to rub it on my wounds alpha because I already know that. Don't also forget who you are talking to right now," Takemichi's eyes narrowed to slits, pheromones exploding in a heavy pressure of mint and sunflowers.

South tenses and Takemichi could see the challenge burning in his eyes. It makes his inner omega growl, hoping that the alpha would take the bait of challenge and attack them.

Takemichi squashes his many urges and forces his inner omega to be quiet, shaking his head because he doesn't remember his omega being so bloodthirsty for a fight.

"Is this your first time spending your heat outside?" South asks after a few minutes of silence, still tensed from where he sat as he warily eyed Takemichi. His pheromones were still thick in the air though it was slowly receding.

"It's my first time in everything," At that, red spreads across Takemichi's face once again .

Takemichi usually spent his heat in his apartment, barricading himself in his room and burying himself in his nest. Toman's tops were composed of alpha's but none of them had been able to sniff out Takemichi's omegan scent because he had swaddled himself with suppressors after suppressors.

It was revealed in the Christmas battle after his pheromones exploded, wrapping around Hakkai in a form of protection as Takemichi fought against Taiju. Even after that reveal, Takemichi never dared to ask for his friends to spend his heats with him because he fears that he might accidentally hurt them and he's extremely embarrassed to ask.

South whistles before he laughs, making the omega shrink from where he sat and Takemichi could feel the smugness radiating from the alpha in front of him.

"So I took the great "Hanagaki Takemichi's" virginity? Well aren't I a lucky alpha," South croons at him. Takemichi reaches for the nearest item he could reach, which was his shoes, and chucks it at South.

Takemichi misses and South's amusement doubles.

"Fuck off will you?!" Takemichi groans, inner omega crying in offense. "So what if it's my first time formally spending my heat with someone? It wasn't like I could just come up to my friends and ask them to fuck me!"

It only makes the alpha laugh louder, oozing with amusement and smugness as he nearly doubled over.

Embarrassment grows in Takemichi but he can't help the exasperated fondness that grows in him as he watches South nearly die of oxygen deprivation because he's laughing too much. At this angle, South wasn't the bloodthirsty monster that everyone made him out to be.

He was just another alpha who's strong and had the bad habit of looking for fights. He was aggressive and violent yes, but that was normal and expected from alpha's. South wasn't a bad person and he just wanted to fight strong people, to challenge them and assert his dominance and that was definitely the reason why he wanted to fight both Mikey and Senju.

South had done bad things before but who was Takemichi to judge? He once lived the life of a gangster and his hands had never been clean at the very beginning. The people he hung out with certainly weren't good people and it was nearly impossible to keep clean when you're part of a gang.

The alpha's laughter melts into chuckles before he eases completely. His face then turns somber as he looks to where Takemichi sat.

"Can you stand? We need to relocate. You have what? Just another hour before your heat acts up again and when that happens, there's not much we'll be able to do," South speaks as he stands up.

To Takemichi's embarrassment, he, in fact, cannot stand up and it ended up with him being propped up South's arm like a child. The alpha's arm curls around his legs, forearm under his thighs as Takemichi's arm settles around his shoulder, unsure.

Like this, everything seemed to be smaller and the size difference between both him and South was more pronounced. He must've looked like a child on the alpha's arm, so small and fragile looking compared to his tattooed and well-built body.

South walks silently and quickly, a destination already in mind as Takemichi has told him that they'll head over to his apartment.

"Duck your head," South grunts and Takemichi looks at him with barely hidden confusion.

Rolling his eyes, South's free hand comes up to cup the back of Takemichi's head, gently but firmly pushing him forward to smush his face in the crook of South's neck.

Red starts to tint Takemichi's cheeks before it all disappears, skin quickly turning white as he smells the strong scent of blood. Blurry memories of bones snapping under the pressure of his grip and flesh easily sliced open by his claws flash in his mind.

Whining, he buries his face deeper into South's neck, arms wrapping more firmly around the alpha's shoulder as he tries to push those bad memories he had created away, inhaling South's heavy scent of blood and the buried scent of wood, newly made books and petrichor.

South releases calming pheromones, wrapping and drowning Takemichi with his musky scent. The alpha rumbles, reassuring him and the hand behind his hands starts patting his soft curls, fingers carding through his locks.

He keeps his head where it is, softly whining as blood continues to flash behind his closed eyes even if he was slowly calming down thanks to the alpha's pheromones and scent.

"The world is cruel and life is unfair. Society is a dog-eat-dog world. It was either you or them, Hanagaki. Feel free to feel guilty but don't dwell on it to the point that it will drag you down," South says when they're out of the abandoned building, walking through many alleyways that lead to Takemichi's apartment. "It wasn't your fault. If they hadn't been fools, they wouldn't have died. And if you weren't in heat and half deep in your haze, you wouldn't have attacked them. It was all instincts and stupidity so don't blame yourself, because you weren't mentally present and it was your omega that executed those actions."

Takemichi whines, slightly hitting the alpha in the shoulder to make him shut up because his inner omega was purring like a cat that got the canary from his assurances and calming pheromones. If this continues, Takemichi's omega is gonna imprint South as its alpha and it's gonna spell trouble for the both of them.

"It was a matter of survival. Feel guilty and all but don't forget to be glad that you are alive. You survived to see the next day Hanagaki, even if it meant cutting a few scum's life," South continues, unaware of Takemichi's inner turmoil.

The rest of the walk was silent. A complete difference from Takemichi's mind which was filled with embarrassed and horrified screaming, and crooning and satisfied omega.

Takemichi whimpers, gasping as his hand blindly reached for something, anything.

"What is it?," South asks as Takemichi's hand curls around his wrist. He slows down his thrusts, rolling his hips and punching a choked off mewl from the omega.

"I-i," Takemichi gasps, hand tightening its grip and South knows that it's going to bruise.

"What is it baby? You need to use your words if you want me to understand," It was useless really, because Takemichi was deep in his heat and South's words would be nothing but garbles to him.

But still, there was something endearing about talking to Takemichi despite him being mindless with his heat and to actually see him try to speak.

He was adorable.

"I can- I can feel you-" Takemichi chokes and he leads South's hand down to his pelvis, both hands now gripping South's and prying his fingers open to lay his palm flat open on his pelvis, "Here. I can feel you here- Alpha I can feel you here-"

South presses down and he could feel a bump, disappearing and reappearing with each roll of his hips.

"I can feel you here".

South curses, staring down at Takemichi as he snaps his hips forward roughly, burying himself deeper with a filthy squelch.

Their eyes meet and Takemichi's pheromones reaches out to him, wrapping him in the sweet scent of sunflowers and mint.

"Good alpha. So good," Takemichi croons at him, mindlessly blabbering, "Filling me so good. Reaching in so deep."

"Fuck Hanagaki, you're going to end up killing me," South groans, speeding up and more determined than ever to fuck Takemichi out of his mind.

"More. I want more," Takemichi chokes, nails raking and leaving angry marks on South's arm.

"Please I need more."

He has no idea what he's talking about, what he's pleading for but he needs it.

Takemichi's world had been dumbed down to his lust and pleasure, to the cock in him that molded his inside in a way that he would never forget.

"F-fill me up!," He squeals, hugging his legs closer to his chest as South fucked him like it'll be their last. "Please fill me up! Fuck me till I'm leaking, till I can't walk anymore."

"Fuck a baby into me. Breed me till I'm full of your pups," There's a choked groan above him but Takemichi doesn't pay it any mind, can't pay it any mind because his head is too busy making pictures of him pregnant and glowing.

"I'm gonna cum," He hears beside his ear, hot breath fanning his warm skin.

"Yes yes yes! Give it to me! Alpha give it to me!," Takemichi moans, high pitched and absolutely out of his mind.

A groan and he could feel warm cum fill him up once more, painting his insides white and making his eyes roll at the back of his head.

When Takemichi wakes up, he finds himself swaddled with blankets in his nest, marks and bruises littering his body.

He sits on his bed, surrounded by many pillows and soft stuffed toys, his inner omega purring in delight as he hears the bustle of life in his kitchen.

What the fuck.

What the absolute fuck.

Takemichi had expected that South would've left by the time his heat was done and he was lucid enough to take care of himself but no.

The alpha was still in his apartment, making brunch in his kitchen after he'd given Takemichi painkillers and a hot mug of tea when he had woken up. It had been a pleasant but weird experience to wake up in the alpha's arm, cuddled closely to the others chest with arms wrapped around him. The alpha's hair had been loose, flowing down and framing his peaceful face as he held Takemichi close.

His omega had purred in satisfaction and content, pheromones wrapping them both in a cocoon. When South had felt Takemichi wake up, he proceeded to sigh loudly and move out of the bed, hand reaching to ruffle Takemichi's hair when he unintentionally whined.

He was absolutely baffled and he had merely watched as South went in and out of his room like he owned the place, tending to him and finally dressing himself in his gang uniform that Takemichi was sure the alpha must've washed and dried while he was sleeping.

Why was he still here?

Takemichi had no idea. There was no reason for him to stay and Takemichi refuses to explore the idea of South being easily attached or even caring after a one-night stand.

Granted, it wasn't a one-night stand considering that they fucked for a week, which was how long Takemichi's heat lasted, but it wasn't like they held any attraction or relation to each other. South could've left and Takemichi wouldn't really care because South wasn't his alpha and it was because of his stupid heat and instincts that got them in this situation.

They didn't mark each other, no formal mating or pack marking, just full on scenting and flushing each other's coils with one another's pheromones but that wasn't really a valid reason for the other to stay. Everyone does that in the heat of things and it won't take a day or two before the pheromones and scent fades away.

Was he complaining though?

Absolutely not.

It would probably take him ages to get out of his room because his body was wholly in pain and every movement jostled the injuries, which were cleaned and treated already, and marks he suffered. It was painful but the painkillers the alpha handed him were working and Takemichi was still a bit high with his pheromones, so he's a bit numb.

It was weird but Takemichi wasn't complaining.

"Eat," South grunts as he drops a tray of well-made breakfast in front of Takemichi, fully dressed.

"I have to leave now because I've been gone for a week and unlike you, I wasn't able to warn my members of why I disappeared," He continues as he heads to the door. He looked disgruntled, scent soured with annoyance and distress.

Takemichi could understand that. He had texted Chifuyu, Hinata and Atsushi that he was going to have his heat on his way to the Omega facility but South didn't have that luxury.

None of his friends need to know that he never made it there.

"Okay," Takemichi mumbles through a mouthful of egg, bewildered that South could even cook and ignoring how his inner omega is purring, "Be careful."

His pheromones reaches out to the alpha, curling around him in a calming and reassuring manner.

South pauses by the door, looking back at him with calculating eyes, hand twitching and hesitation clear in his frame. The alpha chooses to grunt, pheromones slightly reaching out to mix with Takemichi's before quickly pulling back even if some lingered. His scent was relatively better, the tensed lines on his shoulder slowly relaxing.

He leaves and Takemichi watches him go, eating his breakfast and trying to ignore his whining omega.

He doesn't think of the consequences or what would happen next, head still floating thanks to the aftermath of his heat. Takemichi is too busy munching on his breakfast to think of what the others' reaction would be of him heavily drenched in South's scent or South practically oozing his omegan pheromones.

His omega whines in disappointment, hoping that the alpha had stayed instead despite its smugness over the fact that South would be reeking their scent once he stepped out of Takemichi's apartment.

Takemichi squashes down the irrational urge to cry out, choosing to bury himself in his blankets instead after he's done eating breakfast. It proves to be a bad idea because his omega whines louder, the strong musky scent of South's alpha clinging to the fabric.

It was annoying and Takemichi is still floating in his head, he doesn't wanna deal with his whiny omega and he just wants to sleep because he's tired and his body is aching all over.

So sleep he does.

A day later, he wakes up to Chifuyu, Senju and Draken's missed calls, phone blaring with an alarm he doesn't remember setting up.

When he comes to the bathroom, body still numb with painkillers, he nearly screams to oblivion at the sight of his body covered with bruises and bite marks, blue and purple hickies on his skin.

The fog and haze of his heat has completely eased away, his inner omega relaxing and turning back to its old sleepy state. Takemichi remembers everything, down to the very dirty detail of his heat and the true weight of the situation settles heavily on his back.

He slept with Rokuhara Tandai's Commander.

He slept with Rokuhara Tandai's Commander.

HE SLEPT WITH SOUTH TERANO.

Takemichi watches his face go white through the mirror, horror burning in his blue eyes as he realised what he had done.

His heat wasn't an excuse and Takemichi screams at his omega for choosing South of all people. Somewhere in his terrified and screaming mind, Takemichi wonders how the fuck his omega even won against a prime alpha like South.

He had just officially joined Brahman and he then proceeded to sleep with the rival gang's leader.

What the fuck.

It was mind blowing and Takemichi wants to curl up into a ball and cry. Tears gather at the corner of his eyes and he fearfully watch himself through the mirror.

With a tremble, he places a hand on his stomach.

They didn't use any condoms and South had clearly knotted him. What if he gets pregnant?

Takemichi doesn't even want to think of that.

He stunk of the alpha's scent and he could feel the foreign and heady pheromones in his coils, mixing with his. Now that his mind isn't high off the aftermath of his heat, he realises that it wasn't a simple impulsive scenting, that it was a marking.

Pack Marking.

South had claimed Takemichi but he had done it in a pack marking way. Takemichi gets the chance to deny the offer of joining South's pack but why?

Why would South give him the chance to say no?

Didn't the alpha wish to have Takemichi in his gang? He was prepared to fight off against Draken and Senju for Takemichi's membership. Wouldn't he have mated Takemichi instead? Biting his scent gland and binding them together forever.

Doing that would surely lock Takemichi up by South's side till the end and he could've done that because Takemichi was deep in his heat and the chance was presented.

Yet he didn't.

Why?

His inner omega whines pitifully, disappointed that no marking happened between Takemichi and the strong, capable alpha who could give Takemichi strong pups-

Never mind that.

Takemichi will have a talk with South and he'll have to clear things up with Brahman and his friends. He hasn't outwardly denied the offer of a pack and South's pheromones will linger on him till he does so.

He'll do lots of explaining but Takemichi has the feeling that it'll all be worth it by the end.

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3 -

Takemichi knew that this was a stupid idea.

He should've headed for Senju and his friends, explained to them what was going on and why he was out of reach. He should've faced them instead of merely leaving a vague message that would definitely have them going feral and tearing the city apart looking for him.

But Takemichi had lots of questions and the more he tries to answer them, more new questions arise.

He knew that his encounter with South was dangerous on many levels. Not only for him but also for South.

God forbid Mikey and everyone finding out what transpired between Takemichi and South or the Deities war will happen far more earlier than any of them would expect.

Brahman and Kanto will not be the only ones South will worry about because Takemichi could already see former Toman members joining into the war for the sole purpose of defending his honor.

That's why Takemichi is making this trip. To talk to South and make sure that the bigger knew what he was going to face. Strong or not, Takemichi is sure that it wouldn't take a few hits from an angry Mikey to make South crumple like a piece of paper.

He also needs to know South's motives, make sure that South will not open his mouth and mindlessly blabber.

"Kaku-Chan."

Kakucho stared at Takemichi like he'd seen a ghost, face pale as he subtly sniffed the air. Takemichi winced, knowing full well that Kakucho's sharp nose would pick up his and South's mixed scent despite the gap of space between them.

"What. The. Fuck. Takemichi?" Takemichi could see a vein twitching in Kakucho's forehead as the other glared at him with barely hidden anger and worry.

Takemichi was happy to see his friend but he wished they had this reunion under different circumstances.

"I need to talk to South," Takemichi steels himself as he says those words and not even a beat later, Kakucho was shaking him like there's no tomorrow.

"Are you out of your mind!? How about you explain first why you smell like my commander?! Did you guys fuck?! You guys fucked didn't you?!" Kakucho's face was comical and Takemichi might have laughed at his face but now was not the time.

"Kakucho there's no time! I need to talk to him about many things," Takemichi pleaded, pushing the alpha off him.

"Explain," Kakucho hisses as his pheromones reached out to Takemichi, his displeasure growing when it does nothing as South's scent was too thick and potent.

"South helped me with my heat," Takemichi nervously played with his thumb, avoiding Kakucho's dead stare.

"What."

Takemichi flinched. He could hear murderous screaming inside his head. "I was out of it but I could remember everything. I defeated South and my omega basically picked him while I was having my heat."

"You- you defeated South? I might believe it more if you said that you were in heat and South took advantage of that," Kakucho sounded incredulous and Takemichi could understand that but his inner omega couldn't, growling at the back of his mind at the insult that he wasn't strong enough to beat an alpha of South's calibre.

"He's big and fast but he's nothing compared to my omega," Takemichi can't help but snap, eyes widening in mortification when Kakucho starts hacking, hand coming to cover up his nose as though it would protect him from Takemichi's soured scent.

His pheromones had exploded, drowning Kakucho in an oppressive manner. The alpha falls to his knees and Takemichi's inner omega purrs in satisfaction.

Damn post heat and his lack of control.

"I'm so sorry!" He immediately apologises when he's done shoving his inner omega at the back of his head, helping Kakucho stand back up once again.

"If that's how potent your pheromones and scent is, I think you really might have the chance of standing against South," Kakucho coughs.

"I said I defeated him!" Takemichi hisses at him.

Kakucho eyes him dubiously, face scrunched in worry as he eyed Takemichi. "Even if we haven't talked in years, you know you can tell me anything right? Takemichi there's no shame in-"

"I said I fucking defeated him! It was all consented and if anyone forced themselves on the other, it would be me!" Takemichi screeches as he buries his fist on Kakucho's stomach, angry at the thought that his childhood friend accused his big, strong and loving alpha of-

Kakucho is on the ground before he could blink, curled into a ball as he groaned in pain. His vision spun, breathe knocked out and he wheezed, "W-what the fuck, Takemichi?"

Takemichi's self control always disappears and only comes back after he's done with his heat. He's easily annoyed, temper rising in dangerous levels and while his omega has retreated, it still had some semblance of control over his muddled mind.

Frustrated tears gathered in Takemichi's eyes and before he could stop himself, he was sobbing. Mortification and shame rises in him as he proceeds to fall down to his knees and cradle Kakucho as though he was dying, pheromones wrapping around the alpha in a protective cocoon.

"I'm so sorry, Kaku-Chan!" He wails. "This wouldn't have happened if you'd just believed me! I really did defeat South-kun as surprising as that is and it was consented because I was lucid when my heat shimmered down. South-kun helped me and he even carried me back to my apartment, he was really sweet so don't you dare-"

"T-takemichi it's fine-"

They were such a comical sight.

++

When Kakucho finally composed himself, he sighed heavily, Takemichi's pleading doe eyes on him and weakening his defenses.

Takemichi knew Kakucho's weakness and he knows, despite all the years that have passed, that Kakucho couldn't say no to Takemichi.

"Please Kaku-Chan, I just need to talk to him. If Mikey-kun finds out about this, he'll come after South for sure!" Takemichi begs. "In the end, Izana-kun had made up with Mikey-kun before his death. Do you think Izana-kun would want to see the last remaining of his family to go down the path he did? To become a murder because of a big misunderstanding?"

It made him feel a little bit guilty but he has no choice but to use everything. Granted, none of them know if Mikey had already committed murder except the ones from Kanto who works directly with him. Maybe Sanzu and Koko would know but that's it, other than those two, nobody else knows what Mikey had been upto.

Conflicted emotions flicker in the alpha's face, grief being the most prominent one and Takemichi's inside churn uncomfortably.

He doesn't dwell on that though, pushing his discomfort aside. He's way too determined to see and talk to his alpha to let negative emotions take a hold of him.

Takemichi needed to do this. He had to, he had no choice and he's doing this to prevent a big disaster.

(was he really doing it for the reason that Mikey and the others might come after South or was he doing it for the reason that he wanted to see South, demand him some answers as to why he didn't claim Takemichi as his omega when the omega has already chosen him?)

"That's harsh, Takemichi. Didn't expect this kind of shit from you," Kakucho grumbles after a few minutes of silence, exhaustion clear as day in his face.

Takemichi flinches and he automatically reaches his friend, releasing calming pheromones. The tensed line on Kakucho's shoulder eases and Takemichi rubs his shoulder soothingly.

"I'm sorry Kaku-Chan, I didn't mean to step into a sensitive territory. You're worried for me, I know but I really have to do this," Takemichi whispers. "South-kun won't hurt me, after all that happened. He totally won't. Won't you trust me Kaku-Chan?"

Kakucho looks at him with emotions he can't decipher before the alpha slumps, completely defeated.

"Okay, fine. I'll bring you to him but I won't leave you alone with him you got it? I don't care what you guys talk about, I'll stay in the room to keep an eye on you." Kakucho ruefully shakes his head, a small smile in his. "God knows what trouble would happen to you because I'm sure that you're gonna end up aggravating that homicidal aggressive son of bitch."

Takemichi can't even find it in himself to get mad at Kakucho's insult to his alpha, happy that his childhood friend agreed to take him back to their base.

As Takemichi starts walking forward despite not knowing where to go with a joyful and excited grin, he doesn't see Kakucho smile at him fondly nor does he hear what he said.

"You're lucky I love you."

++

"Well well, look what our little Kaku brought home."

"I'm not even surprised to be honest. Wasn't Kaku childhood friends with Takemichi? I think it's understandable that he'll go with someone he's already so familiar with?"

Haitani Ran and Haitani Rindou looked at Takemichi like he was a lion in a carnival show, holding a stick to balance himself out as he's about to walk down a rope above a pit of spikes and flames.

Kakucho had brought him to what looked like an abandoned club. Well, clearly nky abandoned because it was filled with fresh scent and was clearly properly taken care of.

The place was empty besides a few alpha's milling around, some of them Takemichi recognised. Mainly, the Haitani brothers. Both of their interest immediately settled on him the very moment he walked through the door behind Kakucho.

It made Takemichi's skin prickle, both of the alpha's violet eyes intent on him.

"But he's also close with that Draken fella, isn't he? Close enough that he would stick his neck out against a prime alpha like South," Ran hums.

"I guess the childhood trope wins, after all?" Rin shrugs as he stares at his brother.

"I'm not here to join you," Takemichi says at the same time that Kakucho says, "I didn't bring him to join us."

Both of them blink, the Haitani brothers blinking with them in unison. They stood there, staring at each other in silence like a bunch of idiots.

"What the hell are you here for then?" Mochi asks gruffly, breaking their awkward staring competition of stupidity with each other.

Takemichi flinches, warily eyeing the man and remembering how he fought against Chifuyu brutally. A shiver goes down his spine when arms wrapped around his neck, a nose burying itself in his nape and sniffing him shamelessly.

"He smells like South," Shion sighs into the crook of Takemichi's nape as the alpha draped himself over his back like a jacket. "Under the bloody smell of wood, I can still smell your sweet omegan scent. It's so mouth watering. Though.. why do you smell like South?"

Well, wasn't that an interesting question? Why did Takemichi smell like South?

"Get off him, Shion!" Kakucho yells as he pulls the other alpha away, leaving Takemichi dazed as he's suddenly released from the embrace. His omega was purring.

"You do smell like South!" Ran claps his hand, wide eyed. "I can't believe I didn't notice immediately considering you're practically drenched in his pheromones."

"I can smell your pheromones. It's sweet. Like, really sweet. You just finished your heat didn't you?" Rindou accuses, head tilted.

"My god! Don't tell me you and South fucked?!" Ran finds himself laughing, Rindou looking at him with distaste.

"That's-"

"Idiots! Leave Takemichi alone-"

"Huh, now that you think about it. South went missing for a week without a trace and he came back just a few hours ago smelling like your scent," Mochi hums, ignoring Takemichi's sudden sputtering and Kakucho's angry defenses for his friend.

Shion was locked in a chokehold in his arm.

Takemichi squirms under their combined intense stares, suddenly so uncomfortable. He just wanted to speak with South, not be interrogated and asked about what happened.

This was a bad thing considering that the more the people that knew what happened, the harder it will be to keep it in wraps.

Still, Takemichi decides to bulldoze through the inevitable. "Ah well, South-kun helped me with my heat-"

"You're shitting me-"

"Well, damn. I thought South was all for violence. Didn't think he'd have some sort of strategy-"

"Was his dick big? Did you like it in your cunt-"

"You fuckers-"

"Don't you mean took advantage of your heat?" Rindou interrupts, silencing everyone. "I know omega's get ten times stronger and aggressive when they're in heat but South isn't exactly a nobody. He's a prime alpha for a-"

"He submitted to me," Takemichi finds himself snapping, suddenly pissed. "I won against the very challenge I issued and thus, he submitted to me. Full consent."

"Don't you dare assume otherwise, alpha."

Takemichi's pheromones explode, oppressive and sour. It makes the alpha's surrounding him flinch in shock, the overwhelming sense to kneel before him and submit overriding their senses.

Shion and Rindou fell on their knees almost immediately, sweating bullets while Kakucho, Ran and Michi staggered backwards.

There's sudden fear in them, their alpha's screaming at them to fix whatever mistake they made to displease the omega in front of them. To apologise and beg for forgiveness, to submit fully-

Takemichi doesn't pull back his pheromones even if he smells the familiar scent of petrichor and bloodied wood. He's thoroughly pissed and his omega pride has taken so much damage for the day.

He's suddenly so tired of being underestimated, of being assumed that he was taken advantage of. Takemichi was tired of being thought of as weak, of his omega strength constantly put aside simply because he never truly showed any signs of violence and dominance.

Takemichi could feel his temper rising, could feel the familiar thrum of roaring adrenaline under his skin. He was completely ready to show these pathetic alpha's around him of what he's capable of, of how strong his omega was-

There's a looming figure behind Takemichi, imposing and threatening. The scent of blood is heavier than ever, mixing with the scent of wood, newly made books and petrichor.

It brings Takemichi comfort.

"S-south," Kakucho hacks, chest heaving as he struggles under the weight of Takemichi's pheromones and presence.

A large hand wraps around Takemichi's neck, easily covering it whole and giving it a gentle squeeze. Then, his head is tilted upwards and blue eyes meet yellow ringed ones.

"Now, what's my little omega doing here hm?" South asks gruffly, pheromones reaching out for Takemichi's.

"Why, to visit my alpha of course," The omega breathes, pheromones reaching back to intertwine with the alpha's.

Another gentle but firm squeeze to the neck, amusement and bewilderment mixing with interest swirl in South's eyes as he looks down at the omega.

Takemichi smiles.