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"We'll be friends forever. Right, Suguru?" He asked as he broke the popsicle into two and handed the other half to his friend. 

His friend smiled softly, the sides of his eyes crinkling. "Forever, Satoru."

"No matter what?"

This time, his friend didn't answer as quickly. He held the popsicle loosely in his hand and stared at the water in front of them. He opened his mouth to say something but the words stilled on his tongue. 

Forever. 

No matter what? 

Was that possible?

"Of course." He finally got out, his heart rate steadily increasing. It was beating so fast, he could practically hear it buzzing in his ears. It was deafening and had his entire body feeling like it was on fire. As if tiny pins and needles were dancing on his skin.

"Did you get your classification test back today?"

"Y-yeah. Did you?" The world around him began spinning. 

"Mhmm! What'd you classify as?"

"W-why don't you go first, Satoru?"

"I'm an alpha. Isn't that cool?"

Suguru released the breath he'd been holding and nodded. "Congratulations, Satoru. I'm happy for you."

The white haired teen grinned, nudging his shoulder. "Well? Don't just leave me hanging. What'd you classify as?"

His popsicle was melting. Blue trails snaking down his wrist and dripping onto the sand. "I-I got the same thing."

"Wow! That's awesome. We're the strongest and we're both alphas." Satoru exclaimed. "When we're older, let's live together."

Purple eyes widened. "You want to live together?"

"Sure. You're my best friend. Don't you want to?"

"O-of course I do."

"Good. Let's work hard then, Suguru."

Suguru nodded wordlessly. His popsicle falling out of his hand and landing by his feet. 

It stayed there, melting under the heat of the sun. 

. . . . .

"No."

"But you promised!"

Geto shook his head amusedly. "Don't tell me you're bringing up that silly promise from when we were kids? How old were we when we promised that anyways? Ten?" He was full on laughing now. His head was tilted back and his shoulders were shaking. 

Gojo frowned. "We were fifteen." He leaned in, poking his friend in the chest. "And why does it matter that I'm bringing it up? You're the one who promised-

"Yeah, 'cause we were kids." The long haired man wiped his eyes. He stood up from the couch and stretched. "Things are different now. We're both adults. You have your own things going on and so do I. So living together just wouldn't work out."

"Is it because we're both alphas?"

Purple eyes flickered, dilating slightly. He took an instinctual step back, his legs hitting the coffee table behind him. "Yeah. Two alphas can't live together." He mumbled, eyes quickly straying to the door. "Listen, I didn't bring this up because I wanted charity or pity. It's my problem alone to deal with-

"My friend tells me he doesn't have anywhere to stay and it's not my problem? Are you serious?" 

"I didn't say I didn't have anywhere to stay."

"Oh, yeah? Then where are you staying tonight, Suguru?"

He sighed. Why was Gojo such a nosey bitch-

"I could always sleep in my car, or I guess a shelter is always an option."

Gojo gasped. Not in shock, but in offense. He sputtered, standing up from his position on the couch and leaning in, so he could be in his friend's face. They were practically an inch apart now. Bright blue bore into deep purple. "You'd rather sleep at a homeless shelter than stay here with me? Why? Are you that against the idea?"

"That's not what I meant- I didn't even say that, Satoru." He rubbed the spot between his eyes. "Alphas can't live together. Friends can't live together either."

"You keep saying that but you won't give me a reason."

"Because it's different when you live with someone. We're friends because we have fun together. If we live together it won't be fun. We'll have to take turns washing dishes, cleaning up, cooking dinner. All that boring stuff. Plus, we probably both have annoying habits that the other person can't stand."

"I'll cook and clean for you if that's an issue, and what annoying habits do you have? You've literally puked all over me and my bathroom several times. You've trekked water through my apartment when you've forgotten to dry your hair, and you've spilled numerous bottles of sake on my couch. What's worse than that?"

"I smoke-

"I don't mind. We can crack a window open."

"I take forever in the shower."

"So?"

Geto side eyed him.

Oh. That's right. His apartment only came with one bathroom. 

Gojo grinned, scratching the back of his neck. "Just leave the bathroom unlocked-

"You're not taking a piss while I shower!"

"Oh, c'mon. Don't be such a girl about it. We're both men. Alphas at that. We literally have the same thing, but mine is probably bigger."

The long haired man ignored that last comment and paid attention to one particular phrase. 

We're both men. Alphas at that. 

While it was true they were both men. They weren't both alphas. 

Geto was an omega pretending to be an alpha. Keeping up the facade was hard enough as it was. He had to keep up with his heat cycles and take suppressants accordingly, but sometimes he just couldn't be bothered and popped a couple of pills in his mouth even if he wasn't sure when his cycle was approaching. But that was just to make sure he didn't fall into heat or react to an alphas pheromones. As an omega, he naturally emitted his own pheromones. They were sweet. Overwhelmingly sweet like honey, and the only way to combat this way by using scent blockers and artificial alpha pheromones. 

Scent blockers were more effective and came in the form of a pill or patch. They directly stopped his scent glands from making the hormone that caused him to release pheromones. The only downside was they lasted a few hours. Maybe only seven or eight. 

He usually used artificial pheromones even though they were a bit on the pricier side because they worked better and lasted longer. If he sprayed himself with them, they'd last until he showered, but that didn't mean they were entirely flawless. Most doctors didn't recommend them due to the side effects, so most omegas sought them through unconventional methods. 

He was no exception to this. Anything to hide his biology even if he was doing irreparable damage in the long run. 

Truth be told, he actually didn't know how much damage he was doing. At this point, everything was just routine. 

At what point had he started doing all of this?

The first day he fell into heat?

Or was it before that?

The day he got his classification test back. 

That was five years ago. When him and Gojo were fifteen. 

But this was always done in the privacy of his own home. If him and Gojo lived together, he'd certainly be found out, and that scared him immensely. Scared him more than he could admit or handle. 

While being an omega wasn't as looked down upon anymore, he was the one who didn't like it- just couldn't accept it. It was embarrassing. The heats, the slick, the desire to be filled and marked. It was all so disgusting. 

At first, when he'd gotten his classification test back- he thought a mistake had been made. He didn't feel like an omega or react like one. He immediately started taking suppressants though. One day he forgot and fell into heat on the bus ride home. His head spun and he couldn't even tell left from right. Somehow he managed to get home and swallow a handful of pills. 

For the next couple of hours, he was in pure agony. Chills wracked through his body like violent tremors but it couldn't compare to the mental pain. 

Him falling into heat had made everything too real for him. It forced him to accept what he was. An omega. 

He'd be damned if all his hard work went to waste. 

"Satoru, please just let me figure out things on my own. Please."

"What kind of friend would I be if I did that?" Gojo tilted his head to the side. "Just spend a few days here. If you hate it or we don't get along, you can leave-

"Satoru-

"I'll even help you get a place of your own!"

He could tell his friend wasn't going to back down. He stared off to the side, a tight grin on his face. 

True characteristics of a dominant alpha. 

"You sure this is something you want?"

Gojo nodded his head profusely. "I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life."

"I highly doubt that." Geto rolled his eyes. One of his legs hit the coffee table again and that's when he realized just how close his friend was. He was so close he could smell his fancy cologne wafting upwards and tickling just under his nose. He put a hand on Gojo's face and shoved him back. "And get the fuck outta my face. I swear, did nobody ever teach you about personal space?"

Gojo smiled, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. "So is that a yes to staying-

"Yes, you annoying bastard." Though he sounded annoyed, there was no real malice behind his words. Gojo was his best friend in the whole world. They'd had a lot of good times in this apartment. Staying up late, ordering food, drinking until they couldn't get off the floor and watching movies. 

Maybe things could stay like that. 

If he took his suppressants on time then there wouldn't be any problems. 

"Hell yeah! Do you want me to help you pack up your stuff and bring it here?"

"I don't have much if I'm being honest."

"If I help it won't take as long and when we're done we can get burgers." Gojo hooked his arm over Geto's shoulders. "What do you say, hmm? We can even stop by that crepe shop you like and pick up some sweet treats."

"Fine. You're paying though." He grabbed his car keys. 

"Don't I always?"

Geto's apartment was in an underwhelming part of the city. It was rundown and looked old, and not historically old. Just old and in desperate need of maintenance. The apartment complex wasn't any better either. 

Gojo nudged him with his elbow. "I bet it was hard getting laid while living here, right?"

"I wouldn't know. I've never brought anyone over."

"Aww, so I'm your first? I should've brought condoms."

The long haired male blushed, keeping his gaze on the ground. "You should've kept your ass in the car." He muttered, shoving his key in the keyhole and slamming against the door until it opened. 

"And miss out on seeing your bachelor pad? Not a chance."

He squeezed past Geto and began rifling through his things. 

"Satoru, don't just go through my stuff." Purple eyes stared wearily as the white haired man disappeared into the kitchen and checked the contents of his fridge. Well, that wasn't too bad-

"How much canned coffee and tea do you need? And what's up with all these strawberries?"

Before he could answer, Gojo had moved on to his cabinets. "Instant noodles. Is this all you eat?"

His brow twitched. He could see their future together and it wasn't looking bright. His alcohol and smoking intake was definitely about to increase. "Just box it all up and then move on to the bathroom, please."

"Where are you going to start?"

"My room."

"Alright. Let me know if you need help."

Geto nodded and disappeared into the backroom. He shut the door softly behind him and leaned against it, his head thumping against cold wood.

A soft sigh escaped his parted lips. 

This was it, huh?

This was going to be the last time he got to stare up at this ceiling. The last time he was going to be in this apartment. 

The last time he was going to have anything of his own, really. 

But at least Gojo was excited about this, so maybe he could share in his enthusiasm. 

Things would be ok. 

He began throwing what little belongings he had into a cardboard box. He wasn't lying when he told his friend that he didn't own much. His room was pretty bare to say the least. There wasn't one singular trinket or detail that would make it known this room was his aside from his smell. In the corner of the room was a bed covered in thick, black blankets, and across from that was a nightstand in total disarray. Glass bottles and pills were thrown everywhere, covering the small space. 

He needed to pack them up quickly before Gojo came in. He tucked the pills in his pocket and emptied the nightstand with one swipe of his arm. 

Right as he was about to close the box, his bedroom door swung open. 

"I finished ransacking your kitchen. Do you need help in here?" He sauntered over.

"I'm fine-

"Then let me carry that box out to the car." Without even waiting for a response, he took the box from Geto and poked through it. "What's up with all these bottles?"

"They're colognes." 

"You must really like this brand if you have so many." The white haired man picked up a bottle and examined it closely. He'd never even heard of the brand. "Are they expensive?" 

"Kinda. So be careful with them."

"You worry too much." He carried the box out of the room. 

Geto shook his head exasperatedly. Damn, Gojo was such a dumb ass-

The sound of stuff falling and glass breaking had him rushing out of the room. Gojo was on the floor. It looked like he tripped on...to be quite honest he didn't know what the guy could've slipped or tripped over. There was nothing on the damn floor! 

Geto toed some of the broken glass away and squatted down in front of the mess. He tssked softly, clicking his tongue. "You really are a dumb ass, aren't you, Satoru?" His voice was laced with fake pity. "Look at the mess you've made."

Thank God his lease had run up and he wouldn't have to deal with this. 

"I'll pay for it." Gojo brought himself to a sitting position and rummaged through his pockets. He pulled out his wallet and flashed a black card. "How much were they?"

A laugh was all he got in return. It was sweet and low. "Let's just get out of here before you break anything else. You still owe me a burger and crepes." He extended a hand, helping his friend to his feet. "C'mon."

They ordered burgers to Gojo's apartment and watched a movie on the television. Neither one of them was really paying attention. They were more or less just using it as background noise as they ate and chatted idly. "So." Geto started, ripping open a ketchup packet with his teeth and squirting some on his burger. "You really think me living here with you will work out?"

Gojo nodded, gulping down the food in his mouth. "Yeah. I mean, why wouldn't it?"

"You really don't use your brain, do you?"

"I do. It's just that you use yours way too much."

"Ok, so tell me," He finished off his burger and tossed the wrapper behind him. "What do you think we're gonna be doing all of the time, hmm?"

Blue eyes gleamed with confusion. "Living together?"

"No, you stupid bastard." Geto flicked him in the forehead. "That's not what I meant."

"Then?" The white haired man asked before ohhing in realization. That's right. They were both alphas. Clearly some rules needed to be set in place if they wanted to prevent a fight from taking place. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt his friend over something so stupid, but instincts were instincts. "I guess we never really went over any rules, or talked about how living together would pose a few challenges."

"See? Now you get it." He sipped his soda. 

"I guess the biggest issue would be our sex schedules."

Geto choked. "What?!"

"Well think about it. We're both alphas. If you bring an omega that's in heat over, it might trigger my rut and then we'll start fighting, and, yeah. Y'know how instincts work. Alphas are naturally possessive and want to dominate. I don't want us to fight over who's going to fuck an omega, so let's just get that out of the way." Blue eyes stared directly into purple. "You can bring an omega over if you want as long as I'm not here, and if I do happen to be here, just let me know so I can step out, ok?"

"I won't bring any omegas over."

"No?"

"No, so you don't have to worry."

Gojo studied his friend. He was shaking his leg, and the straw in his mouth was being grit between his teeth. Why did he look so uncomfortable? "Did I assume?"

"Huh?"

"I assumed because you're an alpha that you'd naturally be into omegas." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It never even crossed my mind that you might not like omegas. You could be into betas or alphas. If that's the case, I'm not discriminating. You like what you like."

Purple eyes blinked several times. What the actual fuck? When he asked Gojo what he thought they were going to be doing, this isn't what he meant! He'd been talking about every day activities such as work! He didn't want to be a freeloader. At the very least, he wanted to pay rent or help out with bills. How'd they end up talking about his sexual preferences? 

"S-satoru, are you really talking to me about this?"

A shrug. "Friends talk about this stuff all the time, so spill. What gets you hard?"

"You really wanna hear about who I bone?"

Gojo hummed pensively. Did he want to know? The more he thought about it, the more he realized- he actually didn't care to know. He didn't want to know. It was weird. A small part of him was genuinely curious. Geto never talked about his love life. He never mentioned if he was seeing anyone. Man or woman, so he did want to know, but an even bigger part of himself was ok with never getting an answer. 

He didn't want to think about his childhood friend like that. 

It was weird. 

"No. On second thought, I don't want to know if you're sleeping with anyone. Just make sure to use protection,"

"Satoru." He groaned.

"And if you're the bottom, I hope that he or she has a big enough cock to satisfy you."

Geto's face was now permanently flushed pink. He was at a total loss for words. Of course he knew Gojo was just teasing him, but that didn't ease his embarrassment. "Shut up already, Satoru." He tried to glare but it was off. It was hard to look pissed when his face was glowing and his body was trembling. 

Gojo let out an obnoxious stream of laughter. "What's with that response? Are you not going to deny it? Is that what actually gets you hard?" He leaned in. "Well?"

The purple eyed man averted his gaze. His soda clutched tightly in his hand. "And so what if it does? Does that bother you, Satoru Gojo?"

That wasn't the answer he'd been expecting. 

Now it was Gojo's turn to stammer and turn red. "O-of course not. T-that doesn't bother me at all. You're my friend-

"You're such a fucking dumb ass."

"You were messing with me weren't you?"

Geto smirked, leaning against the arm rest. "Don't look so upset. You started it." He finally turned towards the television. His eyes widened when he saw two people pressed up against a wall, having a make out session. "What the hell do you have us watching?!"

"I don't know. Here! Change it!"

"You change it! It's your television."

They tossed the remote back and forth until the white haired man turned it off. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "I think now would be a good time to go to bed." He picked up a few discarded burger wrappers, and frowned when he saw his friend getting comfortable on the couch. "What are you doing?"

"Going to bed? Turn off the light."

"On the couch?"

"Am I supposed to sleep on the floor, Satoru?"

"You can sleep in my spare room."

Geto waved him off. "I always sleep on the couch when I spend the night."

"But you're not spending the night."

"Yes but-

"You promised you'd spend a while here."

"Yes, I know what I promised. Are you going to bring that up every single time you don't get your way?"

Gojo grinned. "Depends. Are you gonna fight me every step of the way?"

"Show me to your guest room, and bring my boxes."

"That's the spirit!" He sprinted towards the boxes they'd left by the front door and picked them up. It was hard to see over them, so he motioned with his head. "The room is right across from the bathroom."

"Well, that's convenient."

They walked down the small hall, turning towards a door on the left. Geto opened it. 

He had to admit, the room was nice. There was an actual bed, not just a mattress on the floor like he had back at his apartment, and the whole room just oozed of comfort. He'd never paid attention before, but every square inch of this place smelt like the owner- Gojo. It was a hard scent to describe. It wasn't overbearing or flat. 

It was actually quite nice. He flopped down on the bed and released a tired yawn. 

"Where should I put your boxes?"

"Anywhere is fine."

"Alright." Gojo set them down carefully by the foot of the bed. "I'm sorry about breaking your colognes earlier. I'll pay you back."

Geto sat up, a smile tugging at his lips. "Are you seriously still going on about that? It was an accident."

"I broke like ten bottles."

"A few managed to survive."

"But-

"Did you always talk this much?"

There it was- that sweet condescending laugh. He'd never heard anything so joyful. So carefree. Gojo shoved Geto playfully. "You're such an asshole. Even for an alpha."

"Whatever."

"But I'm happy you agreed to be my roommate,"

Geto went quiet, pursing his lips slightly. Now what was he supposed to say to that?

"Anyways, it's late. Get some rest, Suguru." Gojo gave his shoulder a squeeze before walking over to the light switch. "Good night."

"Good night, Satoru, and thanks."

The lights were turned off.

The next couple of days flew by pretty quickly, and both men had to admit things were going pretty well. Except a few new rules had to be added due to Geto's prolonged shower ritual. 

Gojo couldn't understand how a guy could spend so many hours fucking grooming himself. To say he was shocked when he entered the bathroom after his friend was an understatement. The sink was covered in several different types of skincare products, and his shower was lined with multiple bottles of fancy shampoos and conditioners.

Honestly, what the hell?

But it wasn't the amount of soaps, face masks, or body washes that got to him. No. It was the ungodly amount of time Suguru spent in the bathroom that had him banging his head against the wall. 

He literally had to wait hours for him to get out so he could finally take a leak. 

He secretly prayed this wouldn't be an everyday thing, but every morning he'd hear the shower running at the same time. 

A sigh left his lips as he got out of bed. "Suguru! How long do you plan on staying in there? Get out so I can take a piss." He banged his fist against the bathroom door. 

"I literally just got in the shower. You can wait."

"Bullshit. You've been in there for an hour already."

He heard the other man let out a groan. "You're such a child, Satoru. You can hold it-

"Just unlock the bathroom door so I can go."

It went quiet. All he could hear was the sound of the water falling against the porcelain tub. "Suguru! Open the damn door. What are you doing in there? Don't tell me you're fucking playing with yourself." The door knob rattled violently as he shook it. "Suguru! I swear to God if I have to break this door down- I'm kicking your ass!"

"G-give me a minute."

He heard shuffling and the soft click of the door being unlocked. 

Finally! 

He wasted no time and threw the door open. It looked like Geto had just managed to get back in the shower. "You're that worried about me seeing your dick?" He asked, unbuttoning his pants and allowing his cock to spring free. He sighed contently as he began relieving his bladder. 

He finished up, quickly tucking himself back in his pants and moving to the sink. "You good, Suguru?"

The lack of responses had him puzzled. 

Had he upset his friend?

He quickly washed his hands and hopped up on the sink, making himself comfortable. "I'm sorry if I upset you, Suguru. It's just I really had to take a piss. I didn't mean to yell at you or anything, and I wouldn't have really kicked your ass-

"I know. I'm not mad."

"You sound mad."

"Well, I'm not."

"Then why'd you ignore me?"

"'Cause I'm trying to take a fucking shower, Satoru." He thumped his head against cold tile. He could see the faint outline of his friend sitting on the sink through the thick curtain that separated them. 

Why wasn't he leaving? Did he intend on chatting with him while he showered?

"I'm not stopping you."

"Do you intend on sitting out there like a disgusting pervert for the remainder of my shower?"

"I just feel like talking with you. Is that so wrong?"

Geto opened his mouth and then closed it. He supposed there wasn't anything wrong with that, but why now? Why when he was in the bathroom? Couldn't Gojo wait until he was done like a normal person? He released a tired exhale through his nose and forced his irritation down. There was no reason to get upset. As long as Gojo kept his ass on the sink and the curtain remained closed, everything would be ok. 

He continued his shower, allowing the cold water to run over his face and body. It felt so good against his warm skin. For some odd reason, it was more flushed than usual. 

That usually meant one thing. 

His heat was probably nearing, though he couldn't fathom why. 

They were monthly, and he'd just had one a little over two weeks ago. It was too early for another one to be approaching so soon. 

This had never happened before. 

He shook his head, clearing away his thoughts. No. He was definitely just overthinking things. "What'd you wanna talk about, Satoru?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go out for food after your shower?"

Really? That's what was so damn important he couldn't leave him alone. 

An amused chuckle left Geto. "That's what was so important?"

"What could be more important than that?"

"Let's go to a cafe. You still owe me crepes."

Gojo nodded, swinging his feet back and forth. This felt oddly....nice. Being in the bathroom while his friend washed up was definitely something new, but he couldn't deny this felt like second nature. 

The sound of water raining down was lulling- calming even, and the smell of Geto's body wash flooded the enclosed space. It smelled of bourbon and cedar, but there was something else there. Something very faint but steadily growing. It was sweet and smelt creamy- milky. Almost like vanilla. 

"Suguru." He called softly, his nose twitching. 

"Hmm?"

"Are you using a new shampoo or something?"

Huh?

What nonsense was this dumbass spewing now?

"No. Why?"

"I could've sworn I smelt vanilla."

Purple eyes widened. How could he have been so stupid? Gojo wasn't smelling a new soap, he was smelling his pheromones. The artificial ones had been washed off long ago and now his natural smell was wafting upwards. He gulped, running his tongue across his lips nervously. It wouldn't be long until the bathroom was flooded with them.

Why did Gojo have to have such a keen fucking nose?

He turned the water off, gripping the knob tightly in his hand. "Do you mind stepping out so I can get dressed?"

"Yeah, I'll be waiting in the living room."

He waited until he heard the door open and close before stepping out. He released a breath he didn't even know he'd been holding. Fuck. That'd been a close one. Any longer and for sure he would've been found out. He could feel his heart thudding loudly, slamming against his ribs. It rang disgustingly in his ears.

He definitely needed to be more careful.

Quickly, he got dressed and rushed to his room. As if already ingrained in his brain, he popped a handful of scent blockers in his mouth and swallowed them dry, ignoring the warning label and directions that said 'avoid taking more than one every eight hours.' He then rummaged through the nightstand in search of his suppressants.

His heat wasn't due for another week or so but he wanted to be on the safe side.

He eventually found a pack at the very bottom of the drawer, but there were only three pills remaining. Instead of taking the entire pack, he took one and tossed the plastic pill case to the floor haphazardly. He finished up by spraying some artificial pheromones on his neck and other scent glands before heading out.

Gojo was sitting cross legged on the couch. He raised an eyebrow when he saw his friend's hair. It was dripping wet and trekking water all over the apartment. "Not drying your hair today?"

Geto grabbed a strand of his damp hair. "It'll take a long time to dry it."

"Wait here."

"Satoru." He began protesting, but if the white haired man heard him, he didn't let it show. He walked past Geto and retrieved a towel. "I don't- you don't have to do that. Let's just head out-

"Sit."

He eyed him warily but sat on the arm rest to the couch.

The taller man gently ran the towel through his hair. He was careful and made sure not to tangle it up. For the next several minutes he focused on the task of drying Geto's hair. Once he was satisfied, and it wasn't dripping wet anymore, he smiled. "There we go. Isn't that better?"

Geto ran his fingers through it. Gojo had actually done a pretty good job. Who would've known that this dumb, clumsy alpha was capable of being gentle? Getting his hair dried by him had actually felt like a massage. He patted Gojo's shoulder. "Seems you're not entirely useless after all."

The smile on Geto's face told Gojo everything he needed to know. He'd done a good job and that's all that mattered. He beamed proudly. "Let's go now!"

He took Geto to his favorite crepe shop and let the guy order whatever he wanted. They took their food and sat across from each other at a small table designed for people on dates.

The long haired man immediately began eating.

Blue eyes stared with fondness. Going out- having fun and sharing good food with his friend was nice. Since they'd started living together, they'd grown closer. He couldn't help but wish everyday could be like this. "So, how do you like living together?" He took a sip of his coffee.

"It's actually nice. You're not a total pain in the ass like I thought you were." He took another bite of his crepe, getting whipped cream and strawberry syrup over his face. "Shit. I didn't get any napkins." He used his thumb to wipe the side of his mouth and licked it clean. "But I understand if we're going to be roommates, I gotta start looking for a job."

Wait. What?

Gojo blinked several times. "A job? Are you moving out?"

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No!" He answered a bit too quickly, and loudly. He cleared his throat. "No. Of course not, Suguru. It's just what you said surprised me. Why do you want a job? I'm not charging you rent. You living with me was my idea."

"I know." The long haired man sighed, leaning back in his seat. "But I don't want to be a freeloader. If I get a job, I could pay half the rent and the bills."

"Yeah. I guess so."

He didn't like it.

The idea of Suguru working didn't sit right with him. It had him feeling uneasy and he didn't know why. He rubbed his hands on his pants and flexed his fingers anxiously. Why was he suddenly feeling so desperate? He could feel thin, icy tendrils snaking their way up his body and consuming him. It felt cold all of a sudden. "What do you plan on doing?"

"I was thinking of working at a cafe. Maybe a fast food place. I'm not sure yet." Geto shrugged, tucking into his next treat.

"You really like crepes, huh?"

"Don't act like you didn't devour ten."

Gojo grinned. "You're so mean, Suguru."

"And you're such a fucking complainer." He licked his fingers clean. "So, what do you think? You take care of the apartment while I go to work?"

"What am I? A housewife?"

A smirk spread across Geto's face as he leaned in. "That's not such a bad thing, is it? Plus, haven't we been playing house since we started living together? You cook and clean, and I relax on the couch."

Gojo leaned closer. "Ah, so that's how it is, huh?"

"Am I wrong?"

He couldn't even be upset because Geto wasn't wrong, so what'd he do? He pouted. He rested his head against his palm and stared out the window.

"Don't be such a fucking loser."  He kicked the taller man under the table.

"Ow. You asshole."

"So are you ok with it?"

"Being a housewife?"

Geto gave him the nastiest side eye he'd ever seen. Purple eyes held a look of disgust as a sneer blossomed and spread over his face. His lip quirked up and his brows furrowed. "No, you piece of shit. About me working and giving you money."

"O-oh. Yeah. I'm ok with that." He breathed out, his breath hitching, and truth be told, he probably would've been ok with anything Geto had proposed.

"Good. I'll start looking for a job."

He'd actually managed to get a job sooner than either of them had expected. He worked early in the mornings, so he didn't eat breakfast with Gojo, and he wasn't back til the afternoon, so the white haired man had to find some way to entertain himself.

As he walked around the quiet apartment, he couldn't help but actually realize how lonely it was without Geto. There was no one to talk to, and no one to enjoy meals with. Nothing to look forward to basically. When he lived by himself, he never thought his life was lonely. He'd see Geto every weekend and they'd go out for drinks or hangout. That had been enough then.

But now?

He saw the guy everyday and it still wasn't enough. What the hell was going on? Why'd he miss Geto so much?

He'd be home soon. He knew this. The logical part of his brain tried to take control, but there was a small twinge in his heart. It slowly spread. He clutched his chest. He'd never felt like this before.

Maybe cleaning would take his mind off of everything. He grabbed a trash bag and walked around the house picking up after Geto.

As much as he missed him, he had to admit the guy was a total slob. The trashcan could be a foot away from him and he'd still find a way to throw his wrappers or trash on the floor. He could only imagine the state of his room.

With a heavy sigh, he headed that way.

To be honest, there wasn't much trash. Just a few discarded water bottles and plastic packages on the floor. He picked everything up and leaned down to examine a small pill pack. There were only two pills in it but from the description and warning labels on the back, he easily identified them as heat suppressants.

He frowned. What the hell was Geto doing with heat suppressants? He was an alpha. Did they belong to an omega? Had he brought an omega over at some point? He turned the pills over in his hand.

They didn't look medical grade. There was no patient or doctor name, so he could only assume the omega who'd purchased them had gotten them illegally. "What kind of omegas are you fucking, Suguru?" He asked, tossing the pills in the trash bag.

Once he was done with that, he flopped down on the bed. His nose was quickly assaulted by Geto's scent. The sheets, the blankets, the pillows, everything was covered with his scent. It was permeating, practically embedding itself into every fiber of this room.

It put him at ease.

His chest heaved as he released a calming breath.

There was no harm in taking a nap here, right? As long as he woke up before his friend got home.

Blue eyes slowly fluttered shut.

Some time later, the long haired male arrived home. He had a bag of takeout, and a cigarette tucked between his lips. He kicked the door closed behind him, and shrugged off his bag, allowing it to fall to the floor. "I'm home." He called, toeing off his shoes and leaving them at the entrance.

When he received no response in return, he grew confused. Gojo was usually on the couch waiting to greet him when he arrived home. Was he out today? He set the bags on the table and walked towards the other man's room. He stopped at the door and knocked. "Satoru, are you home?"

Silence.

'He's probably out fucking an omega or something.' Geto thought with a shake of his head. An irritation he couldn't quite explain set over him. It hung over him and sat tensely in his shoulders like a heavy veil. He took a drag of his cigarette, savoring the earthy taste.

A bitter smell filled the dining room.

He wasn't sure if it was the cigarette or his pheromones turning sour.

Fuck this shit!

He needed a nap. He stomped to his room and was about to kick the door shut, but what he saw had him pausing. Gojo wasn't waiting on him in the living room- not because he was out getting his tip wet, but because he was asleep in his bed.

The white haired man wasn't sprawled out comfortably. He was curled up on his side, his face pressed against the covers.

He looked so peaceful.

Geto's foul mood quickly passed, and he couldn't help the small smile that twitched at his lips. His purple eyes scanned the room. What had Gojo been doing that tired him out so much? His eyes fell on a bag by the bed. Ah, he'd been cleaning. He chuckled quietly to himself and moved closer. Now that he was standing directly over him, he could see just how tense and tired he looked. There was a noticeable crease between his brows and he was clutching the sheets tightly in his hands. So tightly, his knuckles were white.

It was almost like he was trying to seek warmth or comfort-almost like he was trying to become one with whatever was pulling him in. What had him so desperate?

Was it possible Gojo missed him?

'No. He was obviously just cleaning up and got tired.' He grabbed a blanket that was halfway hanging off the bed, and covered the sleeping man. "I'm home, Satoru. Sleep well."

He took a seat on the other side of him and scrolled through his phone. His first paycheck had hit the bank already. He'd wanted to eat and take his friend out for a change, but he figured that would have to wait. There was no way he'd wake him up when he looked so tired, so he distracted himself with social media for a while.

As he scrolled, his eyes began to grow heavier. It was weird. Just a moment ago, he hadn't felt tired, and now he felt so comfortable. So relaxed. His heart beat softly and matched his breathing. Everything just felt so cozy and right. He reclined against the headboard, his head tapping against it lightly.

He couldn't recall a time where he felt so satisfied.

The bed shifted.

Deep purple was welcomed by dazzling blue. "Welcome home, Suguru." Gojo mumbled, reaching a hand out and patting his leg.

Yup. Everything just felt right.

They drifted off to sleep.

From that day forward, everything continued going well.

Until the air conditioner broke down.

Geto had his hair tied up in a bun, a few strands sticking out and framing his face. Despite this, sweat still accumulated on his face and rolled down his neck. He sighed. It looked like he was going to have to shed a few layers. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them aside before pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor.

All he had on now was a pair of black boxer shorts.

Where was Satoru so he could complain to him?

He padded to the living room and saw the other man sprawled out on the couch. He looked equally miserable. "Satoru." He started, his voice airy. "It's hot in here. Fix it." He plopped down next to his friend and started fanning himself.

Gojo sat up and couldn't help but notice Geto's clothes, or lack of. Of course they'd seen each other's bodies several times. When they were younger, they'd gone to the beach together and several hot springs. Hell, since they lived together, they'd walked in on each other taking a piss and showering but he'd never actually paid attention to Geto's body.

Like actually paid attention.

It was clear he took great pride in his appearance. From his long black hair, to his unblemished porcelain skin, all the way to his painted fingernails. There was no denying he was handsome.

No. That was a lie. Well, not completely. He was handsome, but if he was being honest- Geto had to be one of the prettiest people he'd ever seen in his whole entire life.

Prettier than any omega.

He reached out, combing Geto's hair out of his face. "I'm sorry, Suguru." He sighed. "But there's nothing I can do. I already talked to the complex owner. He said they're doing maintenance to fix the air conditioner, but they don't know when it'll be back up and running."

Geto tssked, rubbing his forehead. It was so damn hot in the house. It felt smothering- borderline suffocating. As if the sun was just beating down on him. He couldn't escape it.

He felt like a hermit crab without a shell.

Vulnerable and at the mercy of the cruel world.

He tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling. It was going blurry.

Gojo quickly took note that something was wrong. "What's wrong? Do you feel sick?"

"I feel hot and my head is spinning." His voice was weak and tittering off as he dozed in and out of consciousness. If he tried to stand up right now, he knew for certain he'd land on his ass. He forced a smile. "I'll be ok. I think it's just heat fatigue."

"Wanna go to the store and pick some popsicles or something up?"

The long haired man shook his head. "No, I'm good. I think I'm going to go rest." He attempted to get up but a hand stopped him and coaxed him to lie back. "Satoru-

"Stay here. I'll be right back."

He had no energy to protest so nodded instead. "Ok."

His friend looked pleased with that answer. "I'll get you a cold tea, too."

Before he knew it, his friend was out the door.

For a while, he laid on the couch. His lips were slightly parted, allowing small puffs of air to escape him. Doing this seemed to calm his body down until he was plagued with a new symptom. Chills. His body shook violently as they wracked through him.

They were so uncomfortable and painful, they almost had him crying out. He rolled over on his side and clutched his abdomen. What the fuck was going on? He'd never experienced anything this painful before. Not even when him and Gojo got drunk and started fist fighting and rolling around on the floor.

He shakily pulled himself to his feet, and that's when the effects hit him full force. Everything he'd been feeling, the uncomfortable fatigue, the chills and the heat exhaustion rained down on him. It caused his vision to go hazy and his mind to go completely blank.

A sweet smell started to fill the room. At first it started off light, but then it grew- it pooled and drowned him, making him fall deeper. It pulled him down until he was a sweaty and crumpled mess.

He grabbed onto the door frame to his room and stumbled inside. He landed on the floor by the bed. 'Shit.' His body was practically immobile, refusing to move.

Ragged breaths were forced out of him, and drops of saliva dripped on the ground as he tried to focus on the cool wood beneath him. That's when he smelt it. His nose twitched subtly as the smell wafted upwards.

Sweet.

Milky, creamy- vanilla.

His pheromones.

His omega pheromones were pouring out.

He was in heat.

And his body knew it, and it was unforgiving.

Unrelenting. A momentary burst of energy overtook him. He couldn't allow himself to completely fall into heat. Maybe it wasn't too late to take his suppressants. Where were they?

He scrambled to his feet and began tearing the room apart. They had to be somewhere in here! If he fell into heat, and Gojo saw him, he'd... he'd-

Fuck!

He tipped his nightstand over and rummaged through the pills. All he had were scent blockers.

Actual panic set it.

This couldn't be happening.

Gojo opened the front door. "I'm back, Suguru! I got popsicles and green tea. The guys downstairs said the air conditioner should be turning back on soon."

As he said this, he heard a small click.

Ahh. That was sooner than expected.

Cold air immediately flooded the warm home. He shivered slightly. The cool air would definitely help with Geto's heat fatigue. Speaking of, where was he? He'd told him to rest on the couch.

"That stubborn asshole." Gojo shook his head, setting the bags on the floor. He ripped into the box of popsicles and pulled one out. They were the two-in ones. The same kind him and the long haired man had often shared as teenagers. He took a chomp out of one and walked to Geto's room. "Suguru? You awake-

The sound of things being thrown and tipped over could be heard from outside the door.

Blue eyes widened slightly. What was going on? He pushed the door open and spotted his friend on the floor. He was surrounded by several bottles of broken colognes and a hoard of pill packs. His body was shaking and he looked like he was desperately searching for something. "Suguru, what are you doing? You're going to hurt yourself. Stop." He approached.

If Geto heard him, he didn't respond.

Gojo carefully scooted some of the glass out of the way with his foot and placed a hand on Geto's shoulder. "Stop, Suguru."

Purple eyes finally glanced up. They were unfocused and flickering. They weren't bright with alertness, they were bleary with tears- haze. His pupils didn't even resemble pupils anymore. They were so dilated they looked like slits. Like pinpoints. They narrowed at the hand on his shoulder. He pushed it off. "G-get away, Satoru." He scrambled backwards.

The white haired man frowned. He went to respond but paused. There was a distinct aroma filling the entire room.

It smelt like a coffee shop almost.

Like strawberries and vanilla.

Pheromones.

But not of an alpha.

Of an omega at the peak of their heat.

It was so potent it had his head spinning.

Whoever was releasing the pheromones was clearly begging to be bred. He shook his head to clear it, and walked closer to his friend. "What's going on, Suguru? What are you looking for?"

Geto let out a few tired pants. "W-where are they?"

"Where's what?"

A growl bubbled in the back of his throat. This was so fucking humiliating. His heat hadn't fully set in yet, but he could tell it wouldn't be long until he was reduced into a crying and clinging mess. A mess of slick and nothingness begging to be filled. It was disgusting. He screwed his eyes shut. "M-my pills." He choked out.

"Pills? What pills-

"My heat suppressants, you dumbass!"

Gojo tilted his head. Heat suppressants for an alpha? "Heat suppressants? What do you need those for? You're an-

"Haven't you fucking realized it yet?!"

"Suguru-

"I'm an omega, Satoru." His voice sounded so weak, so broken.

The taller man had never seen his friend look so small. He watched as tears hit the floor and mixed in with the clear liquid seeping from the broken bottles. If Geto was an omega, then the bottles must've been filled with fake alpha pheromones. For once, Gojo didn't know what to do.

He couldn't offer any reassuring words or comfort. All he could do was stare.

That moment of silence was all it took for Geto to think his friend was judging him. His fists tightened and he laughed. "You're disgusted with me, aren't you, Satoru?"

"W-what? Of course not. I don't think you're disgusting." He replied weakly. To show he was telling the truth, he held his hand out. "C'mere. Let me help you on the bed."

Geto sneered. Staring at the outstretched hand as if it were venom. "I don't want your help. Just tell me where you put my suppressants."

Gojo looked down in shame. "I accidentally threw them away-

"You what?!"

"It was an accident! I swear. I thought they were trash so I tossed them out when I was cleaning your room. I'm sorry."

The omega stared at the floor, his vision fading in and out. He had about ten minutes until his heat set in. That was enough time to buy more. He reached for the scent blockers and began opening the pack. He popped six in his hand and opened his mouth.

Gojo swatted them out of his hand and kicked the remaining ones away. "Suguru, what are you doing?! You can't do that. You're in heat!"

"Don't tell me what to do with my body." He got to his feet. He needed to leave now if he wanted any chance to buy an emergency suppressant.

"W-where are you going?"

"Out."

"You can't!"

"Why not?!"

"You're an omega in heat, Suguru! It's dangerous to go out there like that. Your pheromones are out of control. I mean, just look at the state you're in. It's going to attract bad people."

"Mind your business, Satoru. You have no idea what it's like to hate being who you are. To hate being how you were born. You're the strongest and you're an alpha, so don't stand there and act like you know what I'm going through, and don't act like you can tell me what to do either. Just cause I'm an omega doesn't mean I'm lower than you."

His voice was cold. Raw with unfiltered emotion. He sounded like a drunk man spilling his heart out to anyone who'd listen. Confessing everything he'd been hiding and keeping in the dark. So this is how he really felt, huh?

Gojo couldn't help but flinch inwardly. "I didn't say you were lower than me- I never said any of that, Suguru. But you're right. I don't know what you're going through. I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through, but I just want you to know- you didn't have to pretend. At least, not with me. I don't care that you're not an alpha, and I don't care that you're an omega either because at the end of the day- it's still you."

Geto went quiet.

It was hard to process everything the other man was spewing because his brain was a mushy mess. It was being overrun by his primal instincts. His omega instincts.  His body was going lax because it knew he was in the presence of an alpha. It wouldn't be long now until his rationality completely fled and left him vulnerable for the taking.

He chewed his bottom lip.

A decision had to be made while he was still sane-

Gojo caressed his face, running the pad of his thumb across his cheek. "I know you're mad at me, Suguru. You have every right to be. I forced you to accept something you weren't quite ready for, but at least let me help you on the bed so you can be comfortable. You shouldn't be on the floor while you're going through this-

Lips pressed against his.

To say he was stunned was a brutal fucking understatement. His first instinct was to shove the omega back, but when he finally registered who was kissing him, his mind went blank.

Suguru was kissing him.

They weren't making out. Geto had simply slammed their lips together but that was enough to cause his cock to twitch with life. It jumped with excitement and he began releasing his own pheromones in return. He would've loved to think that his body was just reacting this way because there was an omega in the room with him. A beautiful omega at that, but he knew better.

His body was reacting this way because his friend was kissing him. Gender and classification aside, he was getting turned on because he liked Geto. To be honest, he wasn't sure when his feelings developed. He wasn't even sure if he could call it love, but it didn't feel wrong.

Being with Geto felt right.

As far back as he could remember, it'd always been the two of them, so he felt this would've happened regardless.

Whether Geto was a man or woman, alpha, beta or omega, this would've happened one way or another. And he didn't mind it. He didn't mind it one fucking bit. He graciously accepted it.

He pulled the long haired man closer and deepened the kiss. His tongue traced along his bottom lip, begging for permission to enter. As soon as they parted and gave him leeway, he took full advantage. He forced his way into Geto's mouth and began exploring. He raked his tongue along teeth, and even went as far as sucking on the end of Geto's tongue. Not one inch of his mouth was salvaged.

He completely devoured him, and when the omega tried pulling away, a hand snaked its way up the back of his neck and settled in his hair. He didn't grip it or yank it, he simply rested his hand there and kept him in place.

After a minute or so, he finally decided to pull away. A string of saliva connected them before dripping down. It was filthy to say the least.

Geto licked his lips. The kiss had been surprisingly sweet. Not tender like the ones lover's share, but actually sweet like candy. Like ice cream to be more exact. "You taste good." He commented, his voice light with content.

"Yeah?"

"Like ice cream."

Gojo's brows furrowed for a quick second. Like ice cream? That's when he remembered he'd eaten a popsicle shortly before this. Speaking of, what happened to the one he was going to bring Suguru? That's the initial reason he'd come to his room. He looked around, his eyes settling on a blue puddle on the floor. It'd melted. He almost felt guilty now. "I had a popsicle earlier."

"And you didn't bring me one?"

"You can have as many as you like later." The white haired man breathed out. He ran a hand down his face to calm himself. He was getting too ahead of himself. The room was filled to the brim with their pheromones. They were mingling. Intertwining. The smell of vanilla danced pleasantly with the fresh smell of tea. It was an interesting combination that just worked. But as much as it worked, it was making it extremely difficult for him to be considerate.

Every fiber of his body was just screaming at him to take the omega on the floor and knot him.

He shook his head- no.

He couldn't do that.

He needed to be gentle and loving. Not because Suguru was a virgin, and not because he was an omega, but because he deserved to be treated with kindness, and selfishly he wanted to be the one to show him what that looked like.

What that felt like.

"C'mon, let's get you on the bed."

He picked up the omega and carried him over to the bed. He grabbed a pillow and placed it under his head and pulled the blankets towards him so he could be comfortable.

Geto writhed and clutched the blankets in his right hand. He gripped them so tightly, his knuckles turned white.

This was it, huh? He was really about to be exposed and laid bare for the taking. It was scary but he couldn't imagine anyone else besides Satoru Gojo seeing him like this. If he had to pick one person in the entire world to do this with, it'd be him.

It would always be him.

Gojo put one knee on the bed and pulled himself up. He hovered over him. Instead of jumping straight into fucking the omega he decided to admire him before his alpha instincts took over.

Geto was beautiful as ever. His skin was flushed pink and glistening slightly with sweat. His hair was no longer tied up. It'd gotten loose from the neat bun he had it in and was now flowing freely. It was so silky and soft, and smelt like his shampoo. It was strong. Bourbon. He leaned down and breathed in Geto's scent. Breathed in everything that made him, well, him.

Bourbon soap, followed by the faintest hint of cigarettes, and lastly vanilla.

Fuck, it just smelt so good. It had him feeling dizzy.

He reached a hand out and rubbed Geto's waist. Muscles jumped and contracted under his slim fingers.

God, this man truly was beautiful.

Most male omegas were slim and had slender figures to match. They were all relatively short too, but Geto was anything but that. He was tall. Almost as tall as him, and he had muscle. He practically went against every omega stereotype out there. How long did he work out to achieve this body? The dedication was admirable.

Suguru had to be the strongest person he knew.

"Is something the matter?"

"I'm just admiring how beautiful you are." Gojo leaned down, placing a kiss to his forehead.

That was it. Geto completely slipped. His eyes went foggy. He kicked off his boxers and took hold of his cock. It was wet. Beyond soaked with precum and leaking. His thighs were a complete mess of the slick fluid. He tipped his head back as his hand began jerking raggedly. He moved it up and down, tugging and pulling at his cock with the hope it'd bring him some relief.

He could feel a dull ache in the pit of his abdomen. It flared and caused his entire body to sting with pain. His foot rubbed against the sheets restlessly and kicked out with frustration. He grit his teeth and squeezed his dick tight as it cried. His stomach was painted white but that desperation never left him. If anything it intensified. Orgasming hadn't helped at all.

His hand moved tiredly, and his mouth fell open. He was huffing and inhaling sharply with each stroke of his hand. He was chasing after some kind of unpromised relief. Something that would take this unpleasant feeling away, but nothing seemed to work. He was able to milk out another pathetic gush of cum but that was it. He fell against the bed exhausted. His hair was stuck to his forehead and he felt disgusting.

A sound neither one of them expecting to hear escaped him.

He whined. It was soft and throaty, almost resembling a choked gargle. Sour pheromones followed shortly after. They were filled with distress.

That's when Gojo noticed it. Geto's pheromones were flickering. They weren't smooth. They were patchy, turning off and on. It was like he couldn't regulate his pheromones and emit them fluidly. His body was struggling to keep up with what he was feeling. No doubt a side effect of the pills he was taking.

Though that didn't appear to be the only side effect he was suffering from. His cock was crying, but downstairs was a different story. He was completely dry. He brought a finger to Geto's hole and teased the lining.

There was no arousal fluid pouring out.

Male omegas were supposed to self lubricate to make breeding them more efficient. Of course, the amount of lubricant they produced varied. Age, comfort and all of that played a role in how much they secreted, but when they were in heat, they were supposed to be dripping wet. It was their body's way of preparing them to get bred. No need to waste time with foreplay when the objective was just to knot and put a baby in their womb.

While this was unexpected, it wasn't that big of a deal.

Had Geto been an alpha, they'd be in the exact same position. No use crying over what he couldn't control. He placed his hands under Geto's thighs and pushed up, opening and spreading his legs.

The omega whined at the odd angle. He was practically being folded in half with his knees way too close to his face for comfort. He tried to peer up and see what the alpha between his legs was doing, but the grip on his thighs was strong. It kept him in place. All he could do was wait nervously.

He felt Gojo's breath ghost over his dick and then travel lower. It fanned against his most intimate area.

And then it licked him.

He could feel the alpha's tongue lapping at his hole. It pressed against it and then dipped inside. This felt entirely foreign and embarrassing. He flushed red with humiliation and shoved at the man's head. "S-Satoru, don't do that. That's- stop."

Maybe if he was a girl, he wouldn't mind getting eaten out, but he was a guy.

The alpha paid him no mind and continued licking feverishly at his hole. For an omega in heat, Geto certainly held onto his pride. Then again, maybe that's all he had. But there was no reason to hold onto that at a time like this. Sex wasn't supposed to be pretty. It was sex. Plus if he didn't do this, he'd probably rip when it came time to fuck him.

Geto managed to pull away and snap his legs closed.

It was obvious the omega hadn't submitted to him. But instead of growing annoyed, Gojo welcomed it. It wasn't often he got to have fun with an omega. Most omegas were naturally submissive by nature. Just a few pheromones would have them docile and spreading their legs but Geto was actually making him work for it. He liked that.

He leaned in, dipping his head so he could nuzzle the man underneath him. "Suguru." He called, his voice calm. Inviting. "Open up for me."

"S-Satoru. That's embarrassing."

"Don't focus on that. Just focus on how it feels."

"I-I-

"C'mon, Suguru. I'll make you feel good, but you have to do your part too." He wasn't going to force his friend to spread his legs. If he didn't want to continue, then they'd stop here. "If you want me to help you then be a good boy and open up for me."

Slowly, the omega allowed his legs to fall back open. They trembled slightly, but he managed to keep them spread.

Geto looked so nervous. Poor thing.

Gojo smiled softly at him. It was genuine. He wasn't happy because Geto submitted to him. He was happy because Geto chose to let this continue. Everything was up to him. He wouldn't overstep. If there was any sign that showed Geto didn't want to continue, whether it was verbal or not, he'd stop. No questions asked and no ill feelings. "That's it. That's a good boy." He praised before disappearing between his legs again.

The omega only screwed his eyes shut when he felt that slippery appendage poking inside of him again. It was a difficult sensation to get used to. It swirled around his hole and then would plunge in. It truly felt like it was working him open.

If he ignored the fact his best friend was eating him out, and just focused on the act itself, he had to admit it felt good. His body seemed to agree. His cock was hard again and that familiar heat flooded his lower belly.

Was he going to cum from this?

He felt a finger run along the tight ring of muscle. It teased it before dipping inside. His stomach clenched as the tongue and finger worked their way inside of him. The tongue licked lazily as the finger pressed deeper. It pushed against his walls and curled. He was being stretched open now. He could feel his body relaxing around the intrusion.

Then he felt something trickle down his legs.

Blue eyes widened. So Suguru could produce slick. He just needed to work him open so his body could learn to respond accordingly. "There we go, baby. Just like that. Keep relaxing yourself for me." His voice was heavy. He was almost at his limit, but he didn't want to rush things. This wasn't enough lubricant.

He slowly eased another finger into the tight canal. Slick immediately pooled around his fingers and made the glide that much more smoother. He poked around, shoving his fingers as far as they would go and then pressing down as he pulled them out. One of his fingers tapped against a small bump. He searched around for it again, and when he found it, he slammed against it relentlessly.

Geto's mouth fell open and he choked.

It was hard to form words or a coherent thought for that matter. All he could do was gasp and let out the prettiest moans Gojo had ever heard. They were high pitched and desperate. He was clearly begging for more. As if his moans weren't proof enough, he was steadily rocking his hips against his fingers.

What a tease.

Gojo rammed his fingers in and out. His only goal was to get another orgasm out of Suguru. As his fingers rammed in and out, specks of slick spattered against both of their thighs. Everything was just so wet and slippery. Wet squelches mixed with labored breathing and filled the once quiet room. The noise had his head swirling.

He wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors could hear them.

Geto's abdomen tightened viciously and his head rubbed against the pillow as he came hard. His body shook and his eyes rolled back. His poor cock squirted pathetically on his stomach, and he clenched down on the intruding fingers. Small jolts of electricity coursed through him. He felt overstimulated, but despite this, he felt lighter.

His body relaxed deeper into the blankets and he released an appreciative sigh.

Either he was high or hormones or his rationality had finally escaped him.

He was betting on the latter.

Even though he'd already cum multiple times, his body still wanted more. It wouldn't be satisfied with a handjob or fingers. He gulped, swallowing the saliva that collected in his mouth. He knew what came next, and being in heat made this an easier fate to accept but he couldn't help but feel anxious.

He was about to have an alpha's dick in him.

Too late to back out now.

His eyes tentatively trailed down Gojo's body. He was still dressed but he could see the outline of his cock straining against his shorts. The bulge was huge. He didn't need to see it to know he was packing.

Gojo leaned forward, pressing his crotch to Geto's ass. "You ready?"

No.

He absolutely wasn't fucking ready to take that-

"Yeah." He nodded dumbly.

The white haired man quickly removed his shirt, and kicked off his shorts and boxers. He took his cock in hand and grit his teeth. He was so painfully stiff. It hurt just to hold it. He didn't want to knot as soon as he entered. He at least wanted Geto to be cock drunk and high on pleasure before he did that, so instead of thrusting in and relishing in the heat, he slowly pushed in.

He watched as the hole stretched, giving way to the tip. It was red and puffy, and clinging to him deliciously. He groaned under his breath.

Hell, Geto was tight and so fucking warm.

He pressed their foreheads together. "How are you doing down here, hmm?"

The omega was shaking. He reached up and squeezed Gojo's forearms as he was literally split open. No amount of slick was going to make this any easier. He could feel every inch of the alpha force its way into his body. Every vein pressing against his inner walls as his hole molded and formed to it.

Fuck, this was hell.

He made the mistake of looking down.

Seeing such a big cock disappear into such a small place was terrifying.

He shook his head. "I-I don't think I can do this."

A wave of bitter pheromones began wafting off of him.

They were so off putting, Gojo reeled back.

His brain was so polluted with instincts, it was hard for him to think rationally. Under him was an omega. Subconsciously he knew it was his friend, but his alpha instincts were conquering and shoving everything else aside.

He could only see the situation for what it was.

His omega was scared. He needed to fix it.

He paused his movement for just a minute and released some calming pheromones. They were potent, dominating. They quickly eased the omega's anxiety and lulled him into a state of tranquility. The pheromones weren't enough to completely render him helpless, but just enough to reassure him everything was ok.

"You're doing so well for me. Look, I'm almost all the way inside." He gripped Geto's hips for stability and pushed forward. More of his cock was swallowed up by that tantalizing heat. It was euphoric. Now that he was more than halfway inside, he could see the outline of his dick in Geto's lower abdomen. He ran his hand lovingly over it. "I think my dick will reach this high once it's fully nestled inside you."

He pointed to a spot just below the man's navel.

All Geto did was whimper in response.

He knew he should be scared, but part of him was so turned on, he couldn't help the gush of slick that poured out.

It poured out around Gojo's cock.

The alpha used this to his advantage and pushed in, finally bottoming out. His fingers dug into Suguru's hips as he held himself in place and just basked in the feeling of being buried in him. It was soft and oh so inviting. He could feel his inner walls twitching around him, greedily trying to pull him in deeper.

His head buzzed pleasantly and his surroundings became not existent. All he could focus on was the man underneath him.

He wanted to knot him.

It was a primal urge. Something he didn't want to even do consciously. It was something his body was commanding him to do.

Why?

He'd never felt compelled to do this to any of the other omegas he'd slept with.

Was it because Suguru was special?

Or was it something else?

Desperation filled him.

He was in a rut.

Geto's heat had triggered his rut.

He laughed under his breath. The timing was impeccable. Who would've thought Geto would have such an effect on him?

Well, at least they were both going to be clingy and desperate messes for each other. What more could they ask for?

Gojo lowered himself, pressing his body weight against the omega. He was forced against the mattress and the alpha. Escape was now impossible. Like this, he could really feel the dick inside of him. Hell, he could feel everything. At first he thought it'd freak him out, but having Gojo so close was oddly comforting.

Gojo pulled back slowly and then thrusted back in. He did this a few times, trying to find a pace that wasn't too hard on the man below. He settled for rolling his hips. He wasn't thrusting. His dick was just scraping the roof of Geto's prostate.

It wasn't overstimulating. It was just right.
The alpha's dick was so big, there wasn't a place it couldn't touch or reach. Each roll of Gojo's hips had him gasping with pleasure and twitching. It felt so good. "Satoru." His arms found purchase on the alpha's shoulders.

"Hmm, what is it?"

"I-it feels good."

"How good?"

Saliva dripped down his chin. "S-so good." His chest rumbled and his voice vibrated.

Was he purring?

"Yeah? You like when I fuck you like this?"

A desperate nod.

Gojo pulled out of him til just the head of his cock was inside before slamming back in to the hilt. He was chasing after his own pleasure now. His movements were robotic. Almost like he was on a mission. In. Out. He watched as his cock disappeared then reappeared. The sound of their bodies colliding rang loudly. He panted and groaned loudly over the omega. His eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth were clenched.

He could feel his cock swelling.

The omega wriggled against the bed. He felt like he was suffocating. Gojo was thrusting into him without abandon. Pistoning in and out of him before he even got the chance to catch his breath. Each thrust had him choking as the air was knocked out of him.

Is this how sex between alphas and omegas was supposed to be?

He thought if he kept up the facade maybe one day he could experience this with an omega or maybe a beta. Now he could see how wrong he was. There was no way he could ever come close to this.

Today he learned what it truly felt like to get fucked by a dominant alpha.

He keened, letting out a sound that resembled a wail. He could feel his entire body ignite as another orgasm was forced out of him. It bubbled at the top and teetered between being too much and too little. It left a fiery trail in its wake. The long haired man began babbling nonsense. "S-Satoru. H-hurry."

"What was that?" Gojo leaned down, licking a stripe up his neck.

"H-hurry, Satoru."

"Why? We have all the time in the world. I'll give you what you want. Just be patient, Suguru."

"I-I want your knot. Please give it to me."

"Can you even take it?"

Geto nodded his head profusely.

Gojo laughed against him. "How can I say no to that?" He pressed the omega deeper into the mattress as he drove into him harder, forcing his cock to go as deep as it possibly could. After a few more ragged thrusts, he felt the base begin to swell, still, he thrusted lazily until it caught on the rim of Geto's hole. He forced it back in and ejaculated deep inside. He released a sea of cum into the omega.

His knot prevented anything from trickling out.

It also prevented them from moving around.

As if on instinct, Geto tried wrapping one of his legs around Gojo's hip. It slipped off several times before he finally managed to hook his leg over his hip and pull him closer.

Gojo grabbed his leg and pressed them closer together earning a whimper. "It won't slip out, Suguru." As if to show what he meant he pulled his hips back.

Geto felt the knot tug on his insides. It hurt like a bitch, but he felt satisfied now. He hugged the alpha and hid himself in his neck. He nuzzled the flesh there, working Satoru's scent glands until he released more pheromones. He quickly inhaled them and allowed them to wash over him.

"How do you feel, Suguru?"

"It feels good." He was in utter bliss. His head was blank and his body was floating. He was knot happy for lack of a better term. His pheromones were scenting happy and he was docile.

Affectionate even.

Gojo grinned. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." Now that he'd knotted the omega, the haze in his mind was slowly lifting. But while his rut was ending, it looked like Geto's heat was just beginning. It'd taken him a while to fully surrender to his instincts. But now that they had taken over, it looked like they weren't in a forgiving mood.

Exactly how long would this man be in heat?

Three days was normal, but Geto's case wasn't exactly normal.

He'd just let Geto use him like a dildo until he passed out. Then maybe he could sneak away and buy him a heat stabilizer. That would be the best option. He didn't want the poor guy to dehydrate or over exert himself.

He brought a hand down and combed Geto's hair out of his face. Maybe he was being smothered between his body weight and the mattress. He slipped his hands under Geto and changed their position. He sat against the headboard and held the omega on his lap. "This position is better, right?"

The omega honestly didn't know. On one hand it felt good to finally breathe and to feel the air conditioner against his flushed skin, on the other, he could feel Satoru's knot press deeper inside of him. It was so deep inside, he could feel it in his stomach. The pressure was entirely too much. It was pushing down against his prostate. Not rubbing or stimulating, just sitting heavy against it.

He placed his hands on Gojo's shoulders and tried to lift himself up to relieve some of the pressure but he was anchored down.

"We're stuck like this for a while. Just relax, Suguru."

"I-It's too much. I feel full." He rubbed his stomach. He could feel a bulge buried deep inside. He wasn't sure if it was due to Gojo's knot or the amount of seed he'd dispelled inside of him. It was probably both. "I can feel it here."

Where the fuck did Geto learn to talk like this?

Did he know how slutty he sounded?

Gojo hummed. "You're way too honest. Always saying what's on your mind."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. Don't worry about it." He trailed off absently. His hands began roaming around, feeling up the man in his grasp. The touches were innocent. He wasn't really looking to elicit any type of reaction, but no matter where his fingers touched, Geto would squirm and tremble. He could tell he was the overly sensitive type. His fingers eventually stopped at the base of his neck, just on the side of his jugular.

His scent gland. He pushed down, rubbing the spot.

Geto openly panted, his warm breath fanning against him. He felt extremely tired and fatigued but that didn't stop his cock from twitching.

Gojo's eyes widened. Was Geto's scent gland an erogenous zone for him? He stopped rubbing and offered him an apologetic grin. "Sorry." He raised his hands in surrender and just held Suguru close.

For the next several minutes, they sat in silence.

After what seemed like forever, he felt something trickle between them. His knot had finally deflated allowing slick and cum to dribble out. Now would probably be a good time to offer water or something. "Let's go to the kitchen." He patted Geto's thigh, a silent signal for him to climb off but the omega simply clung to him.

He released an airy chuckle and worked his way to the edge of the bed with Geto. He managed to place his foot on the ground and heaved himself up. Legs instantly wrapped around him, and his vision was obscured by black locks. Thank god he knew his way around the apartment. He carried the man out of the room and to the dining room. "Sit here for one sec." He placed Geto on the dining room table and rummaged through the bags he'd bought.

He pulled out the green tea and uncapped it. "Here, drink this."

The long haired man took the bottle from him and immediately began chugging the drink. It soothed his parched throat and cooled his insides down. He pulled away, tea trickling down the sides of his mouth. He felt disoriented. Even the simplest tasks required a lot of effort.

His purple eyes glazed over and that intoxicating, sweet vanilla aroma began escaping him again.

He was ready to take another knot.

Gojo pulled him off the table and bent him over it, helping him get in position. He put a hand on the back of his neck and pushed him down. "Stay just like that."

It's not that Geto wanted to see his friend's face while they fucked, but getting fucked from behind felt entirely too...real. This was standard breeding position for an omega. He couldn't help but grow nervous. His skin prickled with unease and he shifted against the cool wood.

"Stay still." The alpha applied pressure to the back of his neck.

Geto went completely still. The only protest he offered was a disgruntled huff.

"Don't get upset. I'm right here." He eased his way back into the omegas waiting body. The intrusion was slick and fluid due to all the fucking from earlier but it was still tight. Geto's hole squeezed him tightly and wrapped around him like a glove.

They truly fit so well together.

He leaned down, kissing Suguru's back. "You good down there?"

No answer.

"Suguru?" He gripped his chin and turned his head. His breath hitched. Geto looked entirely fucked out. His eyes were half lidded and teary. Tears gathered on his lashes and streamed down his face, and his lips were glossy with saliva. How could a man look so provocative? It wasn't fair.

Here he was trying to be considerate, and here was Geto looking like a bitch in heat.

"I'm not in my rut anymore, but looking at your face is going to make me knot you again." His mouth was so close to the other man's ear, he could feel his lips ghosting over it. His voice a nasty, rasp against him. "You'd like that, huh? You want me to knot you and fill you up again?"

The omega grappled at the table. This position was too much. There was nothing to grab onto or focus on. His eyes stared ahead. He could faintly make out the frame of the front door, and the television up against the back wall. His fingers clawed at the hard mahogany beneath him as he tried to steel himself, but it was hard when the man thrusting away without abandon was literally taking his breath away.

Each thrust had his hips slamming into the table. His poor neglected cock being bumped against it every now and again. That wasn't even the worst part though. Because he was standing upright, he could feel his fluids racing down his inner thighs and splattering everywhere. He let out an embarrassed mewl and subconsciously squeezed his legs together.

He didn't like this position.

At all.

"What's wrong, beautiful, hmm? Talk to me." Gojo combed Geto's hair off of his back, and placed a kiss to his spine. He let his lips linger and suck on the skin before moving to his neck and any other exposed skin he could reach. "Is it too much?"

Though he didn't get a verbal response, he slowed his thrusts down. He straightened up and rested his fingers on Geto's hips. He squeezed, allowing his fingers to grip the skin in an attempt to ground himself. Shit, holding back was nearly impossible. Geto was making this impossible. Each noise that tumbled past his lips was just spurring him on. It left him wanting to fuck him that much harder. Anything to keep those beautiful noises forever ongoing, but he knew better.

The poor guy was probably overstimulated already.

His shaking body was all the proof he needed to confirm that.

Taking pity, he pulled his cock out til only the tip was inside and shallowly thrusted into him. He watched as the head of his cock was swallowed up, and then pulled back. Then repeated. He was basically just teasing the omega's hole. Watching as it stretched around him, and tried to take him deeper, but couldn't. This would calm every yearning itch Geto had without serving to be too much. "This better, sweetheart?"

He wasn't sure what was worse.

The embarrassing position of being bent over with everything on display, or the sickening sweet pet names that Gojo was using on him.

Both. It had to be both.

However, as embarrassing as it was, his heart fluttered softly. For an alpha, Gojo was treating him surprisingly well. He was taking his pleasure and comfort into consideration. Not many alphas would do the same. Most would just use omegas like glorified sex holes. Not treating them as actual people or caring about their needs and wants over their own sadistic pleasure.

Gojo was different though.

Gojo respected him.

Still saw him as an equal.

It almost had him thinking- maybe he shouldn't have pretended all those years. Maybe he should've just been honest, then this could've happened sooner between them.

What the actual fuck was he thinking?!

This definitely had to be his heat talking.

He'd never think something so stupid.

He sniffled. Not with pleasure or pain, but with an emotion he couldn't quite decipher. It sat heavy in his head and heart. It had him wanting to hide but there was nowhere to run. He bit his arm to stifle his voice.

The white haired man paused.

Something wasn't right.

His nose scrunched.

Bitter, sour, burnt pheromones.

"What's wrong, Suguru? Are you ok? Let me see your face."

A head shake.

"Suguru. I won't continue if you don't let me see your face."

It was silent.

God, this guy was stubborn.

Gojo pulled out.

"Satoru?" Desperation and confusion was evident in his voice. Was his friend mad at him? His pheromones flared. He stammered for something to say. "I-I don't like this position." He blurted without a second thought. All he wanted was for the alpha to stay inside of him.

"Was I hurting you?" He reached a hand down and rubbed Suguru's lower stomach. It'd been slammed against the table repeatedly. That couldn't have been comfortable. "I'm sorry. Let's fix that." He turned Geto around so they were now facing each other and laid him on the table.

This position was possibly even more terrifying.

Purple eyes widened.

Absolutely not-

His mouth fell open as he was swiftly entered again.

Gojo stared down at him, totally enthralled. He had a shit eating grin on his face as he leaned in. "You wanted to see my face, huh?" He teased as he began thrusting. His thrusts were ragged. He was tired already. This should've been done and over with the first time he knotted, but it seemed Geto's heat had other plans. So what else could he do besides comply and give him what he needed? "You should've told me you like doing it while looking at each other. You didn't have to cry cause you couldn't see me."

"I-I wasn't crying!"

"Whatever you say, Suguru."

The omega shifted against the table. His next orgasm was steadily approaching. Gojo was hitting his prostate without mercy. Crashing into it like he had some sort of vendetta against it. Needy moans poured out of his mouth. It was hard to keep his voice at bay or control his facial expressions. Each time Gojo hit his sweet spot, his brows would screw together and then relax.

It just felt so good.

The taller man had definitely learned his sweet spots.

He was a quick learner.

But as enjoyable as it was, he couldn't fully enjoy it. Deep down this felt...wrong. His omega instincts wanted this, and maybe a part of him wanted this too. But he couldn't get over his internalized hatred of what he was. He didn't want to enjoy this. He didn't want to accept he was an omega. Why was his body betraying him?

He brought his arms up and covered his face.

He just wanted to disappear.

Too bad the annoying alpha wouldn't leave him be.

"C'mon now. Don't hide from me. Let me see your pretty face."

"S-Satoru-

"You're making me self conscious here." Gojo pushed his sweat soaked bangs back. "You made me change positions because you missed seeing my face, and now that we're supposed to be looking at each other- you're hiding away. What a confusing guy you are, Suguru."

What nonsense was this guy spewing?

Geto pressed his arms closer to his face and bit his bottom lip.

His teasing approach wasn't working. The alpha tilted his head. Was something else the matter? He needed to take this more seriously. It was obvious something was bothering his friend.

The mood didn't need to be lightened with dumb bedroom talk.

Perhaps Geto just needed reassurance.

He brought a hand down, carding his fingers through dark locks. He gingerly massaged his scalp and brushed his hair out of his face. "Suguru, sweetheart, look at me please. I want to make sure you're ok. How will I know if you're ok if you don't talk or look at me, hmm?"

"I-I'm ok." Came a small voice.

No. He sounded withdrawn now.

Vulnerable.

Suguru reminded him so much of a hermit crab with the way he was trying to hide himself away. He smiled softly, placing a kiss to Geto's arms. "Then let me see your face, or what? Am I too ugly to look at now? We can't all be pretty like you."

"Y-you're not ugly, Satoru."

"Then eyes up, baby boy."

Slowly, he lowered his arms. Purple locked with blue. He allowed himself to drown- to be carried away by the sea. There was no coming up for air now. No way to ever reach the waters surface.

He fell.

He fell hard.

"That's a good boy." Gojo could feel his cock swelling. "My good boy. Keep looking at me, baby. Just like that."

And he listened.

He kept his eyes focused on Gojo even though tears blinded him. Even though it was hard to breathe. Even though he wanted to run.

He stayed because Gojo told him too.

He'd do anything that man asked of him.

With a groan, the alpha knotted him for the second time that day. A hot torrent of cum flooded the omega. He thrashed, overwhelmed and filled to the brim. Streams of cum dribbled out, way too much to be plugged. He shook, whining low in his throat. He was thoroughly used now.

Despite this, he didn't turn away or cover himself up.

He panted under his breath, his eyes never straying away from deceiving blue.

Gojo gave him a tender look. The first loving look he'd given him since they started fucking like animals, and he kissed him.

It was soft. Sweet.

His tongue didn't force its way into his mouth. Their lips simply pressed together, and lingered allowing a serene warmth to fill him. "You did so well, my little hermit crab."

Hermit crab?

He didn't get to comment on that because everything became a blur. A messy, spiraling out of control whirlwind of sex, and depravity.

He zoned back in once when Satoru was eating him out, and again when they moved to the couch, and once more when they moved to the alpha's room. Gojo was laying back, completely tired and letting the omega ride him. His hips stuttered raggedly as he bounced up and down, his palms flat against Gojo's abs.

Gojo held him by his hips, guiding him and talking him through it. "That's a good boy. Taking it so well for me. You like it? Can't get enough of it, right? One taste and you're hooked."

Geto just nodded his head. His eyes were closed and delicate puffs of air were being squeezed out of his lungs. His body was moving on its own, pushing him past the point of exhaustion. When would this thirst subside? When would this crater in the pit of his stomach be satisfied? He truly felt like he was going to die.

He'd cum so much. His cock was flaccid, unable to stand up anymore, but pearly fluid still bubbled and frothed at his tip. It was torture. He hiccupped, bringing a hand up to his mouth and biting his knuckle as he fucked himself that much harder- that much faster. His toes curled tightly, and his stomach clenched.

Was this his sixth orgasm? Seventh maybe?

He didn't know.

But it just wasn't enough.

His cock twitched as another spurt of cum was forced out of it. He sat still, rigid as a wave of relief washed over him. Then that fuzzy feeling filled his head once more and that relief turned against him.

The bed was a mess of slick and cum. Gojo's stomach was practically dripping wet with his useless seed. He sucked in a breath of air and brought a hand to his stomach, pushing just below his navel. It was sore- tender to the touch. His fingers ran over it gently and massaged it. He wasn't sure how much longer he could continue.

A hand gripped his thigh. "Aren't you tired, Suguru?" The alpha asked, genuine concern lacing his voice.

"I-I'm so fucking tired." He admitted. "Everything feels numb and cold. And hot. I just want it to stop."

"Then climb off. You don't have to force yourself if you're tired. You need to take a break and maybe eat something. Drink something too. You've wasted all the tea and water I put in you." He gathered some of the cum on his stomach and stretched it between his fingers. It was thin like water.

Telling Geto to take a rest was because he cared about his well-being, yes, but also because his pride was a little hurt. He'd never been the first one to tap out during sex. And he'd had sex with omegas in heat several times. Geto was really putting his experience to shame.

"N-no."

"C'mon. Just for a little bit. You can even stay in here while I step out for a bit. I know how much you love my smell, doesn't that sound good?"

Purple eyes held apprehension. "You'll be right back?"

"Yes. I'll be right back."

"Ok." He finally climbed off and laid on the bed.

"Be a good boy and don't move from this bed." Gojo pointed. "And don't think about going outside either. I'll be back in ten." He kissed his forehead and began rummaging around the floor for some clothes. He pulled a shirt over his head and tugged on some sweatpants. "I mean it, Suguru. Stay there."

Geto side eyed him. "I heard you the first time."

The alpha gave him a look and left without another word.

When he returned, the omega was where he'd left him. The blankets were clutched tightly to his chest and he was writhing uncomfortably. It seemed like his heat was still plaguing his body.

He pulled out the heat stabilizer from the paper bag and grabbed Geto's arm.

Eyes focused on the needle as it neared his skin. "What's that?" In no way, shape, or form was he scared of needles but he didn't want his stupid, clumsy, alpha friend poking him with anything.

"Medicine so you can go to sleep."

Sleep?

The needle pierced his skin. The smell of medicine burned his nose, but little by little, his brain began to function. Wheels began turning. Clouds began lifting. His rationality and sanity were returning. The effects of everything they'd done together began catching up. He released a yawn and his body physically relaxed. A deep tension leaving him as his eyes fell closed.

"Sleep well, Suguru."

He wasn't sure when he woke up, or when things started making sense. All he knew was he was seated upright in Satoru's bed, he had been thoroughly washed, dressed and was gnawing on a popsicle. He held the stick between his teeth and stared absently at framed pictures of him and his friend.

There were several pictures of them at the beach.

Smiling.

Hugging.

Could things still be like that between them?

Would they really stay friends forever?

The door softly opened, and the white haired man entered. "Hey, how are you feeling?"

Geto stayed quiet, processing. "I feel well. Thank you for taking care of me." Then he stared down at the bed. Unable to even look at Gojo. "I'm sorry I lied. I just-" He released a heavy sigh. "I don't know. I'm just sorry I lied to you."

"Suguru." His friend approached him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You don't have to apologize. You have your reasons. You're my friend. It's not my place to judge you, so if you want to continue living your life as an alpha, or an omega, or even a beta, then feel free to do so. I'll accept you no matter what."

"You really mean that?"

"Of course."

A small smile tugged at his lips. Gojo really was too good to him. He was quite positive he'd never have another friend like him. "Thanks, Satoru."

"But on another note~."

"Oh God." Geto groaned. He knew where this was going.

"You have to do something about your heats. If you want to take suppressants, that's fine, but please be safe. Buy actual ones from a pharmacy and take the correct dosage. I'll even pay for them-

"So you're saying you wouldn't help me through another heat?"

Blue eyes widened and his breath hitched. He never even thought helping Geto through another heat was a possibility. Well, the thought did cross his mind but he didn't dare get his hopes up because he didn't know what Geto thought of their whole situation.

They were friends who'd crossed the line.

What was the next step?

"I didn't say I wouldn't help you- I just didn't think you'd want me to!"

"When did I say I didn't want you to?"

He stammered. "So you want me to help you as like a friend? Like casual sex-

Geto rested his head in his palm. "You fucked me several times and you only want to be fuck buddies now? I knew you were a filthy whore." Though he sounded upset, his purple eyes held amusement.

"Then?"

"Fine. Let's be fuck buddies. That means you're free to fuck other people and so am I."

"Wait." Gojo frowned. His heart thudding dangerously. "I don't want you sleeping with other people."

"So you can sleep around but I can't? Harsh."

He shook his head. "No! I mean, I only want to do that sort of thing with you. Doing it with other people doesn't interest me anymore. It has to be you and only you."

He knew he should be serious but he couldn't help but laugh. Satoru really wore his heart on his sleeve. He liked that. "Fucked me once and can't get enough, huh?"

Ahh, Suguru was teasing him.

He averted his gaze. "It was definitely more than once." He trailed off, a grin on his face.

In an instant, Geto shoved him backwards. They landed on the floor, the long haired man sitting on top of him. "You should be happy I let you even fucking touch me."

"You're right. Thank you, Suguru."

Was he really thanking him for letting him hit it raw-

His brow twitched and he ran a hand through his hair. Satoru really was a piece of shit, but he was grateful for him. Grateful they were friends. "Yeah, whatever."

"Hey, Suguru-

"What now?"

"Do you think things will change between us?"

The omega pondered quietly. He wanted to say no. That things wouldn't change between them but that was a lie. Things would change, but admittedly he wanted that. At first he used to think being an omega was bad. He didn't want to be an omega whose only fate was to hookup with some dumb alpha and be bred, but when he imagined that life with Satoru- it actually didn't seem too bad.

Being Satoru's omega- his boyfriend didn't seem bad at all.

"Obviously things will change. We're boyfriends."

"Boyfriends?"

"Do you not want to date me?"

"I do!" Gojo shot up and hugged him tightly. "I think I've been wanting that for a while. Longer than I was willing to admit."

"I feel the same way."

The alpha held him tighter, resting his head on his shoulder. He truly was the happiest man on earth. Nothing could beat this feeling. "We'll stay together forever, right Suguru?"

"Forever, Satoru."

"Thank you, my little hermit crab."