#UshiOi // A!Wakatoshi was not used to pack dynamics; his family followed a different tradition of monogamy (probably to keep on track business and inheritance).
When he met O!Tooru, a proud member of the Seijoh pack, Wakatoshi knew he would be his mate. And the courting began.
The gifts were easy, but the dates not so much. Seijoh members were very attached to Tooru. Not only alphas tried to keep him away from him, betas and omegas.
Anyway, Wakatoshi being a strong, reliable alpha, got Tooru to accept him as his mate.
The logical next step was for Tooru to move to Ushijima's lands. But it didn't happen.
His perfect and stubborn omega didn't want to leave his pack.
It was a topic they had discussed already: Wakatoshi stating he didn't want to share Tooru, and Tooru repeating again and again that he only loved him.
The first months were okay. Seijoh members did give them privacy; they were never bothered in their house,
and no member tried to /make a move/ on Tooru or himself. So it was okay, Wakatoshi decided.
Until Tooru's heat arrived.
As Wakatoshi was taught, heats were very intimate and important moments between a mated pair, especially if they were trying for pups.
The last part wasn't the case (yet) for him as Oikawa, but the feeling remained.
One night Tooru woke him up, straddling him, begging Wakatoshi to extinguish the fire inside him. Wakatoshi did. That night he fucked and bred Tooru until they couldn't move any longer.
The following morning Tooru had an early break between his next wave.
“Are you feeling” okay, Tooru?”
“Hmhm,” Tooru nodded against his pillows. “Waka-cha treats me well.”
Wakatoshi felt like pouncing on him, showing him how the treatment could only get better. Then Tooru spoke again.
“Can you call Iwa and Mattsun? I miss them.”
Wakatoshi felt something crashing inside him. “As in a phone call?”
“No. As in asked them to come over.”
Wakatoshi and his alpha got furious. He knew better than to fight with his mate on a heat.
But it was his mate on heat who was saying nonsense. He didn't call the other alphas. Wakatoshi didn't wait for the next wave to mount his omega. Fucking him with the intent of teaching him a lesson, a reminder that he was already taken.
As Tooru reached another orgasm, Wakatoshi was sure his message had been delivered.
But as the next hormone break showed, maybe it wasn't.
“Toshi, I love you. But I really want Hajime and Issei here.”
Why. He tried asking, but the alpha only growled.
“Because I love them too! Different type of love, though. I’m used to their presence. And you know they won't be affected by my scent because I'm already yours.
Toshi, please. I miss them.”
Wakatoshi wasn't sure how he managed not to kill Iwaizumi and Matsukawa when they arrived. Totally silent, he showed them the way to their bedroom.
“Iwachan, Mattsun.”
“Tooru.”
It was a weird sight to contemplate. Iwaizumi sit on his right and Matsukawa on his left.
They took turns kissing him. Sometimes they didn’t, preferring a three-way mess.
“Alpha,” Tooru called. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa remained in their places, touching and worshiping Tooru’s body. “Alpha, take me.”
Even if he was furious, Wakatoshi settled between his omega’s legs.
“Isn’t he gorgeous, Iwachan?” asked Matsukawa. “I bet he wants to make a litter of mini Ushiwakas.”
“Can you imagine that? Our Tooru being so round and full?” Iwaizumi said, brushing Tooru’s hair. Wakatoshi could imagine such thing. “He’d look even prettier.”
In the end Wakatoshi wasn’t sure if he liked sharing the heat. But he was too tired to think about it. Cuddling Tooru, that was hugging Iwaizumi, while /he/ was hugged by Matsukawa, Wakatoshi decide to postpone the discussion for another day.
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Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink. The customer thanks him and leaves. Wakatoshi is left thinking about his piercing eyes.
Tuesday
“A large cappuccino, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order, and a few minutes later, he delivers the drink.
“Have a good day.”
“You too,” the customer replies before leaving.
Wakatoshi thinks about how good-looking the man is.
Wednesday
“A small Americano, please.”
“Anything else?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
Wakatoshi takes the order.
“How is work?” It is the first time the client has asked him something while waiting.
“A tall handsome alpha that can give me tall pretty babies.
»That means some of my acquaintances are pretty much out of the contest.”
[JNT making fun of Shoyo and Iwa on the gc. Ushi is hopeful]
“Do you have someone in mind?”
“Maybe.”
“Friends this is huge news! Tooru, could tell us who the mysterious alpha is?”
“Not at all! It’s a secret!”
“Tooru, you’re always so good to us. Wouldn’t you give us a hint?”
“Sure thing! This particular alpha I like smells like—“
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“Do you believe in soulmates? Do you think we’re soulmates?”
“I don’t know if I believe in such thing as a soul being real.
»However, when I was a kid I read that soulmates could be explained because people’s atoms were near when Universe was created.
»And they’re drawn to each other because the atoms want to be together again.
»I know it doesn’t make any sense, and even if I’m not a scientist I understand that’s not how atoms work but I’d like to think we’re made of the same star.”
Mientras la profesora explica las diferencias entre conjugar un verbo regular y uno irregular, Oikawa desvía la vista, aburrido.
La lluvia azota contra la ventana, ya es posible distinguir los charcos de agua formándose en el jardín de la escuela.
Guardándose un suspiro, Oikawa considera sus opciones. Por una parte puede no decir nada, continuar como nada hubiera pasado y rezar porque las cosas volvieran a la normalidad.
O bien puede pedir disculpas, y pedir que aquella desafortunada situación sea olvidada.
—Señor Oikawa —escucha que la profesora lo llama—, ¿le interesa más la lluvia que nuestra clase?
Oikawa sonríe con nerviosismo.
—Claro que no, señorita. Estaba pensando en la lección.