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Every time Bokuto walked through the doors of Night Owl, his club, he was reminded why it was his favorite place in the world. The classy décor and plush seats, the dazzling performers, just the general atmosphere, he loved it all.

But tonight he was even more excited the usual. Their new dancer was performing and he couldn't wait to see who Sakusa had hired. Bokuto himself would hire anyone with a pretty face and the ability to tell a good story, so it was in his club's best interest that someone more discerning do the interviews. It also meant that the first time he saw any of the new dancers was when they were on stage under the dazzling lights. 

It was a moment he looked forward to every single time. Excitement buzzed through his veins as he looked toward the raised platform that dominated the right side of the room. Suna was laying on the stage, showing off his impressive flexibility to a crowd of awed patrons, alphas, betas, and omegas alike entranced by the way his body bent and the gems on his lingerie shimmered. Bokuto had no idea how the skimpy garments stayed in place on his body through the whole thing, but it definitely worked for Suna. 

Judging by the position, he was only halfway through his set, so Bokuto had some time to kill. He wandered over to the bar, stopping to excitedly greet patrons on his way. 

He slid onto a stool at the bar, waving to Atsumu as he sat. The bartender shot him a quick thumbs up and went back to serving his current customer, so Bokuto settled in to wait. The patrons always had first priority; Atsumu would get to him once he was free.

"Atsumu." Bokuto nodded in greeting when he approached a minute later.

"What brings ya here tonight, boss man?" Atsumu asked with a twinkle in his eye. As he spoke, he pulled a glass from under the bar and filled it with sparkling water and a lime garnish. 

Bokuto didn't drink when he was working, so this was his usual. It was easily mistakable for a vodka soda by customers who expected the owner of a club to have a drink in his hand. He didn't need alcohol in his system to schmooze the patrons, though. His boisterous personality was more than enough. 

Bokuto accepted the glass as it was handed to him and raised an eyebrow. "Like you don't know."

After an appraising look, Atsumu said, "You only fidget in your seat this much when you're waiting to meet a new dancer."

"I do not, Komori just told you!" Bokuto protested. He then realized that he was in fact fidgeting and forced his body still.

Atsumu brought his fist up to his mouth to stifled his laugh. "Yeah, he did tell me, but I like fuckin' with ya. Kenma's great. Real solid performer, really draws the eye."

Kenma. Even his name sounded elegant to Bokuto. Sakusa hadn't even given him that much info. "Any hints for me?"

"You're going to like him."

Bokuto dropped his head. "That's exactly what Sakusa said when he hired him. And what Komori said when I asked him for a hint yesterday. You're all ganging up on me."

"It'll be worth it," Atsumu promised. "Trust me. Trust all of us."

"Is he coming on after Suna?" Bokuto did trust everyone who worked at the club, even if they could be dicks sometimes.

Atsumu shook his head. "Nope, he's later in the rotation tonight. Probably another hour and a half before he goes on."

His shoulders slumped. "Really?"

"Sakusa wanted to save him for last," Atsumu said with a knowing grin. 

"Bastard," Bokuto muttered. In the grand scheme of things, a few more hours wasn't the end of the world. Kenma had already been working for five days, during each of which Bokuto had to convince himself not to come check in. The curiosity had almost killed him.

He preferred to wait until they had a week or so under their belt before coming to check in, especially for omegas. In his experience, the alpha owner of the club being there on day one almost always resulted in a stressed out omega and a poor performance. He trusted Komori and the other dancers to take care of their needs in the meantime.

Atsumu snorted. "He always is. Probably wants to make sure ya get yer hand shakin' and schmoozin' done before ya get too distracted."

Huh. Kenma must really be good if his staff were worried he'd forget to do his job as the owner the second he came on stage. Excitement fluttered in Bokuto's chest, the delay suddenly seeming like it would take forever. "Guess I'd better get on that or he'll make me wait even longer next time." He picked his glass up from the bar and raised it toward Atsumu. "Thanks for the drink."

"Anytime boss," Atsumu replied with a cheeks salute.

True to his word, Bokuto spent his wait wandering through the club, saying hi to the regulars and introducing himself to the new faces. He was normally good at committing everything to memory, but tonight he was too distracted by thoughts of what their new performer was like to absorb any information. What was his performance like? His personality? His looks? His scent? The more he wondered, the higher the nervous anticipation running through his body rose.

This was new for him, this itchy, impatient feeling and the way his alpha was restless in the back of his mind. None of the other dancers had ever made him react this way; his instincts were telling him that tonight, that Kenma, would be special.

Despite being distracted the entire time, the activity did make time go faster than he expected even if it wasn't nearly fast enough. When Sakusa, normally last in the rotation, finished his performance, Bokuto excused himself from his conversation and headed for the stage.

He took up his usual spot standing behind the circles of chairs. It was slightly off center and gave a perfect vantage point both for him to watch and for the omega to see him. He leaned back onto one of the clubs decorative columns and slowly sipped his drink as workers reset the platform.

The five minute changeover took an eternity, but eventually the sound system clicked on again and Komori's voice came over the speakers.

"Please welcome our newest performer... Calico!"

The lights around the stage dimmed and the stage itself plunged into darkness for ten seconds. Bokuto held his breath, his heart climbing into his throat as he waited. A spotlight appeared on the pole in the center of the platform, revealing a petite omega in a floor length red and gold kimono. He was looking down, his shoulder length black and blonde hair forming a curtain in front of his face. Between that and the kimono, he was effectively hiding all of himself from Bokuto's eyes.

Even before seeing his face, though, Bokuto knew everyone had been right. He liked him already just based on the lilac and honey scent that was quickly filling up the room. Bokuto's mouth watered and his fangs ached from the smell alone. The rest of the bar fell away as all of Bokuto's attention focused onto the omega on the stage. He stood straight up and took an involuntary step forward, some magnetic pull drawing him toward Kenma.

Music with a gentle, sultry beat started up and after one more beat of stillness, Kenma looked up, the curtain of his hair parting to reveal an angelic face. Kenma had gold eyes that pierced Bokuto straight to his soul and red lips that Bokuto wanted against his own. His face was enough to captivate Bokuto; he couldn't look away if he wanted to, his whole soul hanging on Kenma's next move.

And then Kenma started to dance. It wasn't big extravagant choreography like some of the other performers, but the calmer style fit him. There was no wasted motion, elegance carved into every line. As he moved, slits in the sides of the kimono offered glimpses of pale skin and red lace, spreading his scent further into the room.

After an enticing few minutes of twirling, Kenma stopped in front of the pole with his back to the audience. He stood completely still for a beat and then untied the kimono and shrugged it off his shoulders, letting the fabric cascade to the floor.

The entire room seemed to take a collective breath as the garment fell away to reveal a two piece red lace lingerie set held together by silk straps crisscrossing his pale skin. The effect was stunning, accentuating the lines of Kenma's ass and back. Bokuto barely bit back a whimper, his grip on his glass so tight that his knuckles were turning white. His pants were getting uncomfortably tight as his cock filled up.

When Kenma turned around, Bokuto let out a quiet groan. The front of the ensemble was even more stunning than the back, the lace accentuating his chest and narrow hips. There was barely enough fabric on his lower half to cover his pussy and the lace bra was so thin that Kenma's nipples were showing through the fabric. It was as if every part of Kenma's outfit was designed with driving Bokuto insane in mind. Heat flashed through Bokuto's body as he took it all in.

Now that his big reveal was over, Kenma moved into the main part of his performance, kicking the kimono away and grabbing hold of the pole. He was dazzling as he spun around, again keeping unnecessary movements to a minimum but drawing Bokuto in with his creative poses and perfect execution.

As the performance continued, Bokuto got warmer and warmer until it felt like his body was ablaze from within. Kenma's scent became suffocating, the only thing Bokuto could smell. At some point, his fangs dropped, scraping at his bottom lip until he could taste iron. 

A few minutes in, there was a shift in Kenma. He seemed like he was struggling, his hands shaky where they gripped the pole, his legs unstable under him, and his chest heaving. The neat lines got a little messier, the transitions less graceful. To a casual observer, nothing much would have changed, but Bokuto immediately knew something wasn't right. His heart clenched; he wanted nothing more than to hold Kenma close to ensure he didn't fall. He had to trust his performers, though, and Kenma wasn't stopping.

Shaky as he was, Kenma transitioned into an inverted move on the pole, his legs spreading open to reveal the crotch of his lacy panties, darkened with moisture. Not just a little either. The fabric was soaked through and liquid glistened on the inside of Kenma's thighs.

Bokuto's nostrils flared and his fangs dropped as the smell of Kenma's slick hit his nostrils. Not just any slick, though. What Bokuto was inhaling as if his life depended on it was the sweet scent of an omega in heat.

His glass slipped from his fingers, shattering on the floor. My omega, Bokuto's alpha roared. Protect omega, mate omega. His cock throbbed uncomfortably in his pants, entire body pulsing with the need to be inside Kenma as soon as possible, to please his omega.

The other alphas in the bar were also starting to react to Kenma's heat scent, sliding closer and closer to the stage. Unacceptable. No other alpha should get to lay eyes on Kenma like this, only Bokuto. A growl rumbled through Bokuto's chest as he pushed his way to the stage.

As he moved, Kenma came out of his pose, but the instant his feet hit the ground, his legs collapsed beneath him.

"Kenma!" Bokuto bellowed, more intent than ever to get to his omega.

Before he could reach Kenma, though, arms closed around his chest from behind. 

"The omegas will take care of Kenma," Atsumu said into his ear. "Let's get ya somewhere safe, yeah?"

Bokuto snarled at Atsumu. Somewhere safe would be in Kenma's nest where he could help and protect his omega, the very place that Atsumu seemed so adamant about keeping him from. He fought against the arms holding him back and broke free, but only made it a few steps before Suna appeared in front of him to block his way.

"Your scent's everywhere, Bokuto," Suna said, forcing Bokuto back into Atsumu's arms. "You can't go into rut here."

Rut? He wasn't due for a cycle for weeks and they never felt like this. His nostrils flared and for the first time, Bokuto could smell his own scent, the petrichor deepened to take over his usual citrus. Shit, he was in rut. Objectively, he knew Suna and Atsumu were right and it would be dangerous to spend his rut with an omega he'd never officially met; the chance Kenma would end up mated, pregnant even, was too high. 

But it was impossible to listen to logic when his alpha was screaming for Kenma. The thought of spending a rut alone was devastating. He continued to struggle as Atsumu and Suna pulled him away, but even his rut-fueled strength was no match for both of them.

Bokuto kept his eyes on the stage as long as he could, watching as Komori came out and knelt down beside Kenma. That should be him helping Kenma or even just taking him on the stage. That would show all the other alphas who Kenma belonged to. "Omega! Kenma!" Bokuto shouted. 

Kenma raised his head and their eyes met across the room, the haziness of Kenma's eyes sending a new rush of arousal through Bokuto. 

"Alpha," Kenma whined back, one arm outstretched toward Bokuto as he was helped away by the other omega. The word was quiet, but Bokuto heard it lowed and clear, even over the rest of the noise in the room.

"He's asking for me," Bokuto said desperately. "Please, let me help."

Atsumu sighed. "Sorry man, no can do. Your rules." He gave one more tug and Bokuto lost sight of Kenma and the stage.

Bokuto growled and fought, but eventually he was unceremoniously shoved into the club's rut room and the door was locked behind him. His alpha howled at the being trapped away from his omega and his body temperature ratcheted up another few degrees, sweat sticking his clothes to his skin.

He stripped completely and ripped one of the cabinets open, throwing its contents of toys and lube onto the bed. If he couldn't have Kenma, at least he could take the edge off in other ways.

No matter how many times he knotted his hand or a toy while calling Kenma's name, though, the burning need and the snarling of his alpha never got quieter. In fact, it was the exact opposite. His primal instincts grew louder and louder the longer he spent alone.

It hurt, too, the way his cock was constantly hard and leaking and his fangs ached to sink into Kenma's neck. He'd destroyed every pillow in the room trying to sate the need to bite, but it was just getting worse.

He had no idea how long he'd been trapped in the rut room with nothing but the memory of Kenma and the lingering trace of his honey and lilac scent, but he couldn't take much more. Kenma, omega, knot, mate, breed, ran through his mind on a loop in time with each beat of his heart.

He'd just come into his hand for the millionth time when Atsumu's voice outside the door caught his attention. Or, more specifically, hearing Kenma's name was enough to momentarily distract him from his still hard cock.

"Motoya says Kenma keeps begging for him."

"Bokuto, too," Suna replied. "He's been yelling Kenma's name."

There conversation on the other side of the door dwindled into silence. Bokuto didn't want to miss anything else they might have to say about Kenma so he wiped off his hand, walked up to the door, and pressed his ear against the cool wood. A few seconds later, the pair started talking again.

"Them going into heat and rut at the same time," Atsumu said slowly, "there's no way that's a coincidence."

Suna hummed in agreement. "I've heard of people reacting to each other's scents, but never to this level."

"Well... unless ya count fated mates."

As he heard the words, Bokuto's eyes shot open and his alpha roared in his head. A piece of him he'd never known he was missing clicked into place. Kenma was his fated mate. 

"Like soulmates?" Suna snorted. "That's fairy tale bullshit."

"My ma knew someone who's parents were soulmates. First time they met, exactly this happened and they kept getting worse and worse until they finally mated."

"It's incredibly rare, odds are it's not that," Suna protested. "Plus, it's been less than a day. We can't know for sure that it won't pass on it's own."

Bokuto growled at the implication that he and Kenma didn't belong together. He couldn't take it anymore. He knew in his soul that Kenma was his soulmate, that his omega was hurting and nothing would be able to help him other than Bokuto. He backed up until he was halfway across the room and then ran at the door, hitting it with his shoulder at full speed. The wooden doorframe cracked and the door swung open to reveal a shocked looking Atsumu and Suna.

"If you try to keep me from my soulmate again, I'll kill you," Bokuto growled, teeth bared and eyes flashing. Right now his alpha was in control and he would have ripped his friends to pieces if they got in his way.

Luckily, both men seemed to sense it and they backed away, hands raised.

"He's in the heat room," Suna said, pointing down the hallway.

Bokuto didn't need to be told that, not when he could locate Kenma just by scent alone despite the air scrubbers in all of the hallways. Kenma's heat scent was soured by pain and hurt, and it broke Bokuto's heart. Omega, need to help omega, his alpha chanted in his head. 

He took off at a run, skidding around corners and bouncing off walls in his haste to reach his fated mate. Behind him, footsteps echoed in the hallway and the thought of competition for Kenma put Bokuto on edge, but the desire to get to his omega overrode everything.

When he made the last turn, he saw that there was someone in front of the door to Kenma's room, one more person trying to keep him from Kenma. His lips curled back into a snarl and his hands balled into fists at his side.

"Let him by, Motoya!" Atsumu's voice yelled from behind Bokuto. "His alpha's taken over, we can't stop him!"

Komori hesitated almost too long. Bokuto was one step outside of striking distance when he threw himself out of the way, leaving the path to Kenma's room clear.

Bokuto wrenched the door open, nearly pulling it off its hinges in his haste. A wave of the most potent heat scent he'd ever smelled washed over him and his cock twitched. He staggered a single step into the room, intent on taking Kenma as soon as possible, but was stopped in his tracks by the sight in front of him.

Kenma was laid out on a hastily assembled nest, legs spread to present Bokuto with an unimpeded view of his swollen clit and three fingers sliding in and out of his pussy that was glistening with slick. His eyes were closed and his brow was furrowed as he chased relief that he couldn't get without Bokuto. 

His lingerie was still on, the panties shoved to one side so he could finger himself. He must have been too desperate to undo all of the complex straps. Underneath him, the sheets were soaked with evidence of his past orgasms, slick coating everything around him.

"Alpha, please," Kenma whined to himself as his fingers moved in and out of his pussy. "Want you, want your knot."

"I'm here, omega," Bokuto said, barely remembering to slam the door behind him. This was a sight for Bokuto alone. He licked his lips in anticipation. "I'm here to help you."

Kenma's eyes fluttered open, gaze unfocused with the intensity of his heat. "You," he whispered. "You were watching me."

"I'm Kotarou," Bokuto said as he carefully approached the bed. "Your alpha."

"My..." Kenma blinked once, the motion syrupy slow and then a dreamy smile crossed his face. "My alpha," he purred, the bitterness vanishing from his scent. He held out a hand to Bokuto who took it and climbed into the nest next to Kenma.

Outside of his rut, Bokuto would have taken things slow, fingered Kenma, eaten him out, kissed him until he was breathless, but that would have to wait. Right now both of their bodies were screaming to be mated.

"Present," Bokuto growled.

"I already performed for you," Kenma whined. "I'm too tired."

"Present, omega."

At the alpha's command, Kenma pulled his fingers out of his pussy and rolled onto his stomach, but his limbs were too weak to pull himself up into proper presenting position. He looked back up at Bokuto, eyes wet and pleading. "Help, Kotarou."

Bokuto grabbed Kenma's hips and pulled them up, determined to take his desperate, exhausted omega like this even if he had to hold him up himself. He tried to rut against Kenma and growled when the lace got in his way. Anything between him and Kenma needed to be removed as quickly as possible. He ripped the panties off, fabric shredding and straps snapping under his fingers.

He rubbed his cock over Kenma's newly freed folds a few times to slick himself up before lining himself up and pressing in.

Kenma felt heavenly around Bokuto. He was so tight and wet, his body naturally opening up to accommodate Bokuto's size. Bokuto couldn't help but moan as he pushed inside, moving until his hips were pressed into Kenma's ass.

Because of the heat, Kenma didn't need time to adjust, so Bokuto set a fast pace from the start, chasing the pleasure they'd both been denied over the past hours. Kenma's gasps and whines and moans spurred him on. The omega was grabbing at the sheets around him, trying and failing to brace himself against Bokuto's forceful thrusts. The only thing holding him up was still Bokuto's bruising grip on his hips.

"You want me to knot you?" Bokuto growled as his rhythm sped up even further. His knot was already starting to inflate, catching more and more every time thrust inside Kenma. 

"Yes," Kenma moaned. "Knot. Want it inside." He sifted one of his arms so he could press a hand to his lower stomach.

Bokuto groaned at the gesture. "Want me to breed you? Fill you up good?"

Kenma tightened around him, screaming as he came. Slick rushed between them, soaking Bokuto and the sheets below them. 

"You like that, huh?" Bokuto murmured. "Liked it so much that you squirted all over me." 

Kenma nodded frantically. "Yes, alpha, breed me." 

Kenma's scent flared stronger than ever and between that and his words, Bokuto couldn't hold on any longer. He gave two more hard thrusts and felt himself tip over the edge.

As his knot fully expanded and locked them together, Bokuto leaned over Kenma and sank his teeth into his omega's neck, right over his mating gland. The taste of iron flooded his mouth and his vision whited out as he came, painting Kenma's insides white with cum, his knot keeping it all locked inside where it would make sure Kenma got pregnant.

When he'd come back to himself, Bokuto unlatched his jaw and gave Kenma's mating bite a few licks before helping Kenma return the bite. His omega was completely spent after his last orgasm, but managed to bite into Bokuto's gland. The relentless, burning need finally abated as their mating bond settled into place and they both let out a shaky sigh.

"So good for me," Bokuto whispered, stroking Kenma's hair.

Kenma purred, the vibration filling Bokuto and his alpha with quiet contentment. He'd satisfied his omega.

Bokuto shifted their position so Kenma could lay comfortably on his chest as they waited for Bokuto's knot to go down. Kenma's eyes were closed, his face angelic as he relaxed fully, allowing Bokuto to support all of his weight.

"So," Bokuto said, "it looks like we're going to be here a while. How about you tell me about yourself? I want to know everything there is about my soulmate!"

Kenma turned his head so he could nuzzled up to Bokuto's neck, his breath tickling the newly marked scent gland. "Later," Kenma murmured, his tongue flicking out to lap at the raw skin. "Right now the only thing that matters is that I'm yours."

Bokuto's heart swelled with love for his new mate. He would be forever sorry that he hadn't been with Kenma from the start of his heat; it was a mistake he'd never make again. His omega would want for nothing, would never have to lift a finger or exhaust himself for the rest of his life. "Rest as long as you need to," Bokuto said. "I'll take care of everything."

He felt Kenma's mouth curve into a small smile against his neck and grinned reflexively in reply. Within a minute, Kenma's breathing evened out as the omega fell asleep, safe in his alpha's arms.

Bokuto knew the moment of calm rationality was temporary, that the flames of his rut would be back soon. He made a note to tell Sakusa that Kenma would no longer be performing at the club. If anyone so much as glanced in Kenma's direction while he danced, Bokuto would rip their heads off without a second thought. Besides, Kenma wouldn't be able to perform for much longer, not once his stomach was round and heavy with their children.