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Eijun is born an alpha.
It isn’t new for the Sawamura family to gain another alpha in their family tree. Known as one of the strongest families in Nagano, Sawamura Eitoku boasts of his ardor in leading his family, being the owner of a big farm that supplies fresh produce to the markets of the nearby towns. To everyone’s surprise, Eijun isn’t interested in becoming the heir of his grandfather’s farm.
“Why do they even care?” asks Eijun with a scowl, winding up to throw to the catcher’s mitt in front of him. He winces when the ball moves, whizzing to another direction and bouncing off the wall behind Nobu.
Wakana clicks her tongue. “Another miss again, huh. We should practice more.”
“Don’t worry, Wakana!” Eijun cackles, gripping the ball tightly and showing it to her. “I’m going to be the best pitcher. Just you wait.”
Wakana smiles in amusement. “Only you can be this positive, Eijun.”
“I have to.” Eijun looks up at the sky, a pensive grin forming on his face. “Gramps supports me a lot even if people never believed in us. It’s exhausting to be an alpha. People keep expecting things from me and insult me for not delivering.”
“Well, you are an idiot – “
Eijun huffs and glares at Nobu. “I may not be smart at school, but why are they looking down at our baseball?”
Nobody dares to speak why. They already know how much criticism Eijun receives in a day. Eijun responds to these statements with no filter, deliberately fighting back with his own words and statements. People seem unperturbed by what he says, but Eijun hates the way they imply that he’s wasting his time on ‘worthless play and fun’. People only care about results and Eijun hates that their efforts are being unrecognized because of that.
Until he wakes up one day receiving an invite to study at Seidou High.
A brown-haired boy in glasses grins at them. “Hey, Rei-chan, can I catch his pitches?”
The rich scents of cedarwood and cypress fill his nose, prompting Eijun to wrinkle it and intently scowl at the owner of the voice. An alpha, his mind supplies. A part of Eijun is challenged, his heart beating faster than usual, palms sweaty and tingling. He wonders if this person is a rival, someone he needs to watch out for. It isn’t uncommon for two alphas to butt heads even if they’re teammates after all.
Still, taking down a big alpha with another alpha’s help isn’t a bad thing, so Eijun reluctantly accepts the help offered, albeit grudgingly after the bastard has tried to make him lose by placing his mitt in the middle. Stifling an annoyed growl, Eijun returns his focus at the batter, trying to ignore the way his chest constricts and warms at the repeating cycle of ‘partner’ echoing in his ears.
Miyuki Kazuya.
The name of the alpha engraves in Eijun’s chest as he throws eleven pitches, roaring in the mound afterwards when he realizes he has finally met a catcher who can catch his strongest pitches. Eijun finds himself getting drawn to Miyuki’s words, a promise of reaching something Eijun himself wants to reach.
He finds himself bowing to his grandfather one week later, asking for permission to let him join a school in Tokyo.
***
Kazuya learns from a young age that alphas are hunters.
He knows deep in his heart that he loves the adrenaline rush of chasing something. Unlike his peers though, it’s not chasing omegas that gives him that level of satisfaction. Kazuya is victory-hungry, and he wants to win in baseball. He’ll do everything in his power to win, even if people end up hating him. He doesn’t care about the spotlight or the prospect of having a lot of omegas fawning over him. Kazuya has already started as the odd one out to begin with – people thought he’s an omega until he finally presented. All he wants is to win in baseball and that’s what matters most.
‘You’re weird’ is what he usually hears whenever he expresses his disinterest in dating and finding a mate. Kazuya just rolls his eyes in response, burying himself instead in baseball videos and scoresheets. He has already told his father from the get-go that he has no plans of getting married and mating someone. Toku just nods at him and tells him to follow his heart.
If his father has no problems with his choices, Kazuya doesn’t see why he should make other people’s perceptions of him his problem either.
Until he finds another feisty alpha who chases him everyday in school.
Sawamura Eijun is a tail he can’t cut off his back – he makes sure to demand Kazuya to catch his pitches, reaching for his collar and shaking him as he yells. Kazuya isn’t the type to fight back, so he lets the pitcher gets his way, asserting his need for control and domination on his pitching instead. Kazuya demands Sawamura to listen to his calls, trusting him and his abilities as a catcher.
“You’re really a bastard, aren’t you, Miyuki Kazuya?!” yells Eijun, leaning in with his eyes wide and dark, eyebrows furrowed. Kazuya can see the way Eijun’s face reddens from anger, can sense the threat that’s awakening his own alpha from its slumber.
Kazuya laughs. “You’re really interesting. But no, I won’t catch your pitches for today, Sawamura. I’m already tired. Have more consideration to me.”
Sawamura grits his teeth. “Liar! You’re just making fun of me!”
“I’m not.” Kazuya stifles a grin forming on his face. “You’re just imagining things.”
Ignoring the yells of the pitcher behind him, Kazuya walks back to his dorms, his chest filled with an unknown warmth and a need to put the pitcher back in his place. He shakes his head to rid himself of these dangerous thoughts. He’s not interested in overpowering another alpha, especially someone like Sawamura whose emotions are harder to control. He doesn’t want to end up like his seniors in middle school, using their strength and power to get what they want. No, Kazuya doesn’t want to become the alpha he’s taught to become.
But he can’t deny the tingling feeling that keeps him up at night.
Kazuya doesn’t know why the scents of bergamot and sandalwood triggers his senses when he’s around Sawamura. He wonders if it’s normal to be triggered by another alpha – maybe his alpha finds Sawamura a rival or a threat. Kazuya copes with it by riling the pitcher more, using his sharp tongue and fast thinking to distract himself from the intrusive thoughts. Brushing off these thoughts, he enters his dorm room and closes the door shut, mind still puzzled at the way his body reacts around his teammate.
Kazuya sighs and plops down to his bed.
Something isn’t right.
***
“Wakana is not my girlfriend!” insists Eijun, narrowly escaping Kuramochi’s chokehold. He rubs his neck, glaring at the shortstop while he tries to think of a way to get his phone back. Eijun hates it when his phone is taken away from him, a feeling he feels when something he owns is stolen from his grasp. This feeling latches onto him whenever he sees other pitchers clamoring over Miyuki. Eijun doesn’t know why he feels this way. A part of him wants to think he owns Miyuki, but Eijun knows he can’t do that. Miyuki is an alpha, and alphas aren’t supposed to be paired with another alpha. Alphas are for betas and omegas only – this is the truth of the world he lives in.
“Hyahaha! You can’t hide things from me, Sawamura,” teases Kuramochi.
Eijun groans. “I said she’s not my girlfriend! I don’t like anyone yet!”
“Huh.” Kuramochi looks at him intently. “Are you seriously messing with me? You’re not a good liar, Bakamura. Besides, have you smelled your scent? I swear, you’ll end up being in a rut daily if you didn’t take suppressants.”
A pang hits Eijun in his chest, his mind buzzing with the words Kuramochi said. He doesn’t know what’s happening to his body either.
Kuramochi throws his phone back at him, with Eijun yelping to catch it only to tumble in his own bed. “You better be careful, Sawamura. I don’t know who’s triggering your rut, but we can’t lose you in the roster.”
Eijun huffs. “I already know that, Kuramochi-senpai! Please don’t worry for this Sawamura Eijun will do his duty as the future ace pitcher of Seidou.”
“Ha! Don’t get a big head now, idiot.”
Pitching practice later proves to be another hurdle in Eijun’s day. He sneaks a look at Miyuki’s direction, watching him converse with Nori about his pitching. He grips tightly on the ball in his palm, his scent slightly growing stronger. His palms turn sweaty, and his breathing heightens, chest pacing furiously fast. Eijun is about to march his way towards Miyuki when he feels a hand on his shoulder.
“What?!” he yells, turning his head towards the hand’s owner.
Furuya furrows his eyebrows at him. “Why are you looking at Miyuki-senpai like that?”
Eijun stills. “Huh?”
Furuya grabs his arm and pulls him towards the dugout. They stop at a spot where nobody can interrupt them and Eijun pulls his arm out of the pitcher’s grip.
“I want to know if you like Miyuki-senpai.”
Eijun sputters. “W-w-what?! What are you saying, Furuya?! Alphas can only like omegas and betas!”
Furuya tilts his head in confusion. “Eh? Us alphas aren’t allowed to like other alphas?”
“Yes!” replies Eijun incredulously. “Why would I even like Miyuki Kazuya?! He’s a sneaky tanuki bastard who doesn’t catch my pitches!”
Furuya frowns. “But you look at him like you’re on a hunt.”
“What?!”
“I don’t know. I thought you wanted to mate with Miyuki-senpai. You look jealous of Nori-senpai a while ago.” Furuya shrugs, turning his gaze towards the field. “He looks at you the same way too. He gets jealous when you’re with other omegas. I thought you two are going to be mates in the future.”
“No, no, no, no.” Eijun steps towards Furuya and grabs his shoulder. “Alphas are for omegas and betas, okay? Alphas don’t mate with other alphas.”
“If you say so.”
Eijun sighs in exasperation. “Besides, I have never heard of alphas mating with other alphas. It’s probably not even allowed in the first place.”
“Why?”
“I – “ Eijun bites his bottom lip. “I don’t know!” He flails his hands in frustration. “They just don’t. That’s all there is to it, Furuya.”
“I still don’t understand why alphas aren’t allowed to mate with other alphas.”
Eijun doesn’t understand it either.
He doesn’t understand the way his heart lurches out of his chest or the way his heartbeat turns fast and erratic whenever he sees Miyuki around. He doesn’t understand the way his hands feel clammy and sweaty whenever Miyuki checks if his nails are well-cared for. He doesn’t understand the way his body stiffens, and the way his scent strengthens when Miyuki touches him. He doesn’t understand why his mind is urging him to chase the catcher, to make him look at Eijun and follow his demands.
He doesn’t understand why Miyuki never leaves his mind everyday.
Alphas aren’t supposed to like other alphas. They’re supposed to be brothers, forging camaraderie through the strength and power they embody. They’re supposed to be kinsmen by nature, born to be the hunters of the pack, teaming up to achieve the same goals and objectives. Eijun is supposed to feel this way towards Miyuki. He’s supposed to treat him as an older brother that can help him be the ace pitcher of Seidou. Not this.
Not wanting to make him his.
Not wanting to capture him like how a hunter hunts his prey.
Hunters are not supposed to hunt hunters.
Fuck.
***
Ignorance really is bliss.
It takes a huge amount of self-control from Kazuya to not grab the pitcher next to him and take him somewhere else. Kazuya has already understood from a young age how alphas feel when they find an omega they want to have. He knows that the tugging feeling in his stomach is the same feeling, and he feels it whenever he’s around Sawamura.
Fuck. This isn’t supposed to happen.
Kazuya isn’t supposed to be interested in mating with someone at all. Much less Sawamura, who is another alpha like him. Despite his uncaring attitude towards social expectations, Kazuya is aware of how breaking the mating traditions is frowned upon by the people around him. He has already heard of the news of two omegas kicked out of a pro baseball team for dating each other. The pair has committed suicide weeks after.
Kazuya doesn’t want baseball to be taken away from him.
But his alpha wants Sawamura.
Kazuya’s alpha wants to ravish another alpha – he relishes in the power struggle that exists between the two of them. He loves the way it seems like Sawamura is the one trying to dominate him on the field when he has already dominated the other behind-the-scenes. He loves that Sawamura is chasing him like the alpha that he is, lacking any suspicion that Kazuya has made sure his mind will be programmed to chase him. He loves being the prey who is actually a predator-in-disguise.
“Oi, Sawamura!” yells Kazuya, slinging his arm across Sawamura’s shoulders, fighting off the heat pooling inside him as he looks at the pitcher’s eyes intently. “Why are you still bothering Chris-senpai this late?”
Sawamura grits his teeth and huffs, trying to get out of Kazuya’s hold. “That’s none of your business, you tanuki bastard!”
Kazuya hides the flaring anger rising in his chest with a tight grin. “Oh, really? So, you don’t want me to catch for you, Sawamura?”
“Eh?” Sawamura looks at him hopefully. “You will?”
Kazuya basks himself at the way Sawamura’s eyes light up before teasingly replying, “Nope.”
“Ugh!” Sawamura pushes his body away. “Stop being annoying, Miyuki Kazuya!”
“Sawamura?”
Kazuya turns his head and sees Chris looking at the two of them. His chest constricts and he feels his hands clenching when he sees Sawamura bouncing towards Chris excitedly, his eyes shining brightly. Hiding his hands in his pockets, Kazuya turns around and leaves the scene, jaw clenched, and shoulders tensed. He doesn’t like how much Sawamura affects him like this, rendering him jealous of Chris of all people. Chris already has someone else, though Kazuya isn’t nosy enough to find out who that is, but a part of him keeps urging him to go back and show Chris that Sawamura is his and his alone.
Mine. Mine. Mine, a voice chants in his head making Kazuya groan.
“Miyuki, what’s eating you up?”
Kazuya freezes when he sees Kuramochi stop in front of him, observing him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replies, voiding his face of emotion.
“Your plays are more lackluster today and you’re getting less snarky for some reasons,” says Kuramochi, drumming his fingertips at the handle of his bat. “Is there something wrong between you and Sawamura?”
“Nothing,” he supplies. “Me and Sawamura are on good terms.”
“Why are you looking at him during practice?” Kazuya has forgotten how perceptive Kuramochi is, more than he appears to be. “Unless there’s something else that’s bothering you about him.”
“That’s really none of your business, Kuramochi.”
Kuramochi huffs a laugh. “I know. Just know your boundaries, Miyuki. I’m not going to assume things until you tell me, but I have a feeling I know what’s going on with you.”
“I know,” replies Kazuya exasperatedly. He already knows how forbidden his desires are, and how hard it is to control them on a daily basis. He makes sure he doesn’t end up being at the same place with Sawamura alone. He makes sure that they don’t interact too much before Kazuya ends up losing his shit and doing the unspeakable. Kazuya isn’t really that used to not getting what he wants, growing up with a lenient father and learning how to fend for himself - he doesn’t have that many desires to begin with. It’s always been about baseball, until he met Sawamura and the two has become intertwined.
“I’m just reminding you.” Kuramochi hoists his bat on his shoulder and nods at Kazuya. “Eyes are watching us, Miyuki. We can’t mess up or it all ends here.”
“Yeah.” Kazuya runs his hands through his hair, already feeling more level-headed and calmer than earlier. “Thanks, Mochi. I owe you one.”
Kuramochi grins. “Wow, the bastard actually knows how to say thank you.”
Kazuya grins back wryly. “Wow, the shortstop actually knows how to run properly when he kept tripping a few days ago.”
Kuramochi rolls his eyes. “And now he’s back his asshole self.”
That’s right. Kazuya absolute can’t address that he wants to make Sawamura his. He has to ignore it and hide it from the rest of the world. Especially Sawamura. Kazuya can see in the other alpha’s eyes his own desires reflected on him. He knows that they’re feeling the same way – he’s seen it in the way the pitcher’s eyes darken when he talks to other pitchers or the way he tightens his grip when Kazuya refuses to heed to his requests.
They can’t be together.
Partners on the field. But never outside.
Kazuya needs to get used to this before he loses himself.
***
Eijun doesn’t know how this happened.
All he knows is that he’s supposed to bring back the crate of balls towards the storage room when he sees Miyuki hauling another box with him. It’s just the two of them inside the storage room and the smell of pheromones wafting in the air leaves him feeling a rush of heat in his stomach. He sneaks a look towards Miyuki’s direction, only to find him doing the same, his pupils blown wide and his fists clenched on his sides. A scent of cedarwood hits him, and Eijun finds himself gritting his teeth as he tries to control the rush of pheromones already escaping him.
Miyuki flinches. “Sawamura,” he warns. “Get out of here.”
The words pass through Eijun’s mind airily, and he stays unmoving, his mind already flitting towards dark thoughts that he has tried so hard to deny and ignore. Alphas aren’t supposed to mate with alphas, but fuck. Miyuki looks so good looking at him like that. Eijun really wants to pounce at him and show him who’s boss.
“Sawamura.”
Eijun stares at him. “What?!” he yells.
“I told you to go outside, didn’t I?”
Eijun’s alpha hears a threat. “No! I don’t want to.”
“You will listen to me.” Miyuki glares at him. “Now.”
But Eijun is stubborn. His alpha is stubborn. A rational part of him whispers that this is why alpha pairs don’t work – they are both adamant in trying to dominate each other, always challenging each other until someone wins. So unlike of an omega who is born to support and submit, with their lack of need for control.
Eijun is stubborn. What he wants, he gets. And right now, he wants Miyuki Kazuya, the alpha that he came to Seidou for, the alpha that inspired him to pitch his best and aim for the top, the alpha that his alpha wants to dominate. So, he doesn’t listen. He stays to get what he wants.
He’s mine, the traitorous voice inside him whispers.
Then, he lunges.
It’s a mess from there. Eijun grabs at Miyuki’s shoulders and pushes him to the floor, straddling his hips and trapping the other’s hands with his own above Miyuki’s head. Miyuki groans and glares at him, his eyes darkening. He shakes Eijun’s hands and flips their position, using the chance to release his arms from Eijun’s grasp and trap the pitcher’s body underneath him.
Eijun growls at him. “I’m the one in-charge.”
Miyuki smirks. “No. I am and you will listen to what I say.”
Eijun hates hearing that. Using every strength he has left from his body, he kicks Miyuki’s leg and forcibly flips their position, panting as he places his knee on the catcher’s hard-on, prompting a moan out of him. Miyuki glares at him and clicks his tongue.
“Turn us around,” he says, threat evident in his voice.
Eijun shakes his head and leans his face towards Miyuki, grinning. “Nope.”
And he surges.
The fight for dominance latches on their kiss – Eijun uses his tongue to explore Miyuki’s mouth messily, uncaring of the moans and groans coming from both of them. He pushes Miyuki’s arms on the floor, forcing them to stay put as he fights with Miyuki’s tongue, trying to show him he’s the one in control. He’s the better alpha here, and he’s going to prove that.
Miyuki doesn’t give up without a fight. There are moments their positions flip, with Eijun at the bottom, moaning so loudly while Miyuki nips at his neck. Eijun does the same thing afterwards, his alpha refusing to submit without being forced to do so – it’s his pride that keeps his adrenaline rush spiking high, rendering him enough strength to at least flip their positions and ensure that Miyuki doesn’t win so easily.
Clothes and glasses are slowly thrown off as they kissed passionately, knees and legs knocking each other, trying to overpower each other with their size. But Eijun is almost at his limit and he knows he needs to do something before Miyuki’s alpha catches on. They’re already naked, skin raked with scratches and bites, and Eijun wants to fuck already. Summoning the last of his strength, he flips their position once again, huffing and panting as he holds his cock, trembling at the soreness of his muscles. He glowers at Miyuki and rubs his knee on his balls, making Miyuki groan and glare at him in return.
“Give up already,” demands Miyuki, looking at him in disapproval.
Eijun scowls at him. “I don’t want to.” He rises and tries to move, needing to put his dick inside Miyuki. Miyuki widens his eyes and moves, trying to prevent him from doing what he wants. Eijun jolts when he feels something hard press on his entrance, scrambling to press his hands on Miyuki’s shoulders and move further away from the cock threatening to impale him.
Eijun sees Miyuki grab his hips, forcibly pushing him towards his hard-on.
“No!” he yells, thrashing and using one of his hands to cover Miyuki’s eyes, much to the catcher’s displeasure. He moans when his cock touches Miyuki’s chest as he tries to pull away from Miyuki’s hands grasping him. Gasping, he bends to the right and attempts to remove one of Miyuki’s hands, further pushing his own body away from the catcher’s cock.
“Sawamura, remove your hands,” growls Miyuki, slapping his ass, prompting a lewd moan out of him.
“No,” he stubbornly refuses, returning to cover Miyuki’s eyes once the catcher places his hand back on his hips. It’s a battle of stamina, with both refusing to give each other the upper hand. Eijun tries to evade Miyuki’s attempt of thrusting the cock inside his entrance while he forcibly uses the last of his strength to keep him down. Miyuki groans when Eijun knocks his knee on his hard-on, gripping the hips tightly.
“You fucking brat,” he rasps, glaring at Eijun.
Eijun scowls right back, licking his lips as he eyes Miyuki down intently. “I will win this.”
Miyuki rolls his eyes, tightening his grip on Eijun’s hips, making him wince. “You wish.”
Eijun gasps when Miyuki uses his strong grip to move Eijun’s hips towards his cock, thrusting his hips at the same time, trying to force his way into his entrance. He presses his hands on Miyuki’s shoulders, staggering to balance himself. Huffing heavily, Eijun uses the last bit of his strength to lift his hips away, but the other alpha is adamant on making him fall. The battle ends when Eijun sees Miyuki smirking down below him, and he feels his legs give out, crying out loudly when his hips lower down, feeling something hard pressing on his entrance. He throws his head back when Miyuki thrusts up roughly, his dick impaling inside him painfully. Fuck, it hurts, and he feels like his insides are splitting in two.
Eijun tries to lift his hips, but Miyuki wastes no time in flipping their positions, looking down at him with a feral glint in his eyes, lips thinned in displeasure. His ass is hurting from the sudden intrusion, and he feels little strength left. It’s unfair that Miyuki is taller and has the bigger body build – he has more stamina than Eijun and has more physical strength.
“You bastard,” breathes out Eijun, baring his teeth at the other alpha. “I’ll make my body bigger and grow taller than you next time, so watch out.”
Miyuki startles and laughs, his lips curving into a disbelieving smile. “Are you for real? Is that a death wish, Sawamura?”
Eijun scratches at his back, making Miyuki hiss. “No. It’s a challenge.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Miyuki smirks down on him. “But you’ll never win, alpha.”
Eijun thrashes as Miyuki traps his arms above him, thrusting inside roughly, making him erupt into a chorus of groans and moans. He keeps on trying to push Miyuki’s body away, his alpha refusing to submit no matter what. It doesn’t matter if a dick is being impaled inside of him – he will not lose without a fight.
“I told you to stop moving,” rasps Miyuki as he slams his hips towards Eijun.
Eijun lets out a moan and attempts to glare at him. “Fuck you. I’m never going to submit.”
Fuck the omega and alpha dynamic. Eijun is an alpha and he refuses to stop being one. It doesn’t matter if he lost today. He’s definitely going to win next time.
He’ll die trying.
***
Kazuya is about to lose his mind.
The rational part of him tells him that this is wrong, that his alpha isn’t supposed to dominate another alpha, that he should stop this before it’s too late. But he wants this deep down – he wants to feel Sawamura underneath him, fighting an already losing battle because the alpha never gives up. Smirking, Kazuya kisses Sawamura, using his tongue to explore his mouth, relishing the taste as he slams his hips forward. Sawamura’s hands tremble at his grasp and he yells at him to at least have the decency to touch his cock.
Kazuya takes one look at Sawamura and says, “I don’t want to.”
Ignoring the pitcher’s raspy yells, Kazuya nears his lips at the slant of the alpha’s neck, licking near the scent gland, preening when he hears the other moan so lewdly. He begins to suck and nip at the skin near the collarbones, biting and lapping it with his tongue while the alpha underneath him pretends that he still has enough strength to prevent himself from unraveling.
Kazuya should have expected this to happen from the start.
His alpha loves challenges – a similarity both he and Sawamura shares, their blood thirsting for the rush feeling of victory that’s hard-earned with effort. Easy wins aren’t within Kazuya’s interest, and what more can a win be than overpowering an alpha, someone who is also thirsty to do his best to overpower him in return. Kazuya loves this, him working hard to put another alpha in his place. He loves that the alpha refuses to submit, that Kazuya has to work hard to dominate him because he never gives up.
The thrill excites him so badly.
“You – “ He thrusts, “are seriously – ” and thrusts, “the best alpha – “ and thrusts, grunting in satisfaction, “I could ever have.” Sawamura moans and squeezes his eyes shut, his face flushed and sweaty. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Good boy.”
Sawamura releases a feral growl. “I’m not a good boy!” he yells. “I want to be the one fucking you, asshole!”
Kazuya laughs in amusement, looking at the pitcher knowingly as he increases the pace of his thrusts, grinning when he sees Sawamura bite his lip to prevent another moan. “Liar!” he teases, hitting the pitcher’s sweet spot repeatedly until the other finally relents, releasing another chorus of cries. Kazuya’s alpha preens. “I know how much you love praises.”
“Not that k-k-kind of p-p-praise.” Sawamura struggles to speak as he gets fucked the life out of him. “Fuck, it hurts. Just touch my cock, will you?!”
Kazuya wants to ignore Sawamura’s demand, but the rational part of him that still stands strong urges him to just do what the pitcher wants. He knows how painful having an untouched knot is, and Sawamura is almost at his limit. Adjusting his hips thoroughly, he increases his pace as he strokes Sawamura’s cock, kissing the pitcher roughly on the mouth as he revels at the feeling of pleasure pooling inside him. The ass is so tight and, fuck, his smell is getting stronger.
Rut, his mind supplies.
“I’m cumming, Miyuki Kazuya! Hold my cock properly, dammit!”
Kazuya clicks his tongue and uses both his hands to cup the pitcher’s cock, as he pistons his hips, his thrusts stuttering and erratic. Sawamura’s arms encircle around his neck, pulling him into another messy kiss, moaning as spurts of white flow out from his cock, the knot swelling as it gets bigger. Kazuya tries to make his hands tighter and provide more warmth for Eijun’s knot as he reaches his high. He groans, feeling his seed spill inside.
“Wait, fuck, Sawamura, can you take the knot?”
Sawamura huffs at him. “What else can we do? I’ll – AAHHH! That hurts, Miyuki Kazuya. Why are you so big, what the hell?!”
Kazuya just laughs in reply.
“You’ll have to catch my pitches for the rest of the week, Miyuki Kazuya! You hear me? Take responsibility for this!”
“Heh.” Kazuya faces Sawamura, sending him a shit-eating grin. “Why am I supposed to follow you instead of the coach?”
Sawamura sputters, panting heavily. “You – “
“Does it hurt?”
“Of course!” Sawamura grits his teeth at him. “You of all people should know that!”
“Fine, fine.” Kazuya nuzzles his nose at his cheek and pecks his lips. “I’ll massage your back later, alright?”
“Yes, you should! You’re lucky I like you!”
Heart pounding wildly, Kazuya realizes something that makes him freeze and look at Sawamura in shock. This, all of this, shouldn’t have happened. This is wrong. When he sees the same expression on the pitcher’s face, he knows the other is having the same realization, his eyes widening in fear.
“Shit,” mutters Kazuya, slumping his head at the pitcher’s shoulder. “Sawamura, we can’t let anyone know about this. If anyone asks why you’re on a rut, tell them you forgot your suppressants and an omega triggered it.”
Sawamura mutters something incoherent in return.
“Sawamura?”
“I know, alright?” Kazuya hears Sawamura’s breath hitch. “We aren’t supposed to be together, are we?”
“No, we aren’t.”
Kazuya hates that alphas can’t be with other alphas. He remembers Kuramochi’s warning and scolds himself for losing control like this. He wants to turn back time and relive the moment, to prevent things from escalating this further. But a part of him loves this thrill, the thrill of defying standards, defying the set of rules that tells them alphas can’t fuck other alphas. That part wins over him when he looks at those golden irises staring at him.
“Miyuki, you’re not going to leave me because of the stupid rules, are you?” asks Sawamura, eyes looking expectantly. “Unless you actually don’t like me?” His face falls when Kazuya doesn’t answer and he averts his eyes from him.
Kazuya feels the knot soften on his hands. He removes his hands from it and cups Sawamura’s cheeks, making the pitcher look at him.
“Idiot. I like you too.” He rubs Sawamura’s cheeks with his thumbs. “Partners, right?”
Sawamura widens his eyes and smiles brightly. “Yeah. Partners.”
Fuck the rules. He’ll fuck an alpha if he wants to. Consequences be damned.