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Fumio had been stealing glances at his watch every five minutes and each time it seemed as though the hands moved slower and slower.

When an old acquaintance off his helped him get a job as a guard at an omega care center, he thought things would be a little more lively, but so far all he did was stand outside by the door. It wasn’t his dream job, but after his discharge from the army and moving to Tokyo, he jumped at the first opportunity he had. As an alpha he stood at least a head taller than most men so he was perfect for this kind of work. Money was money after all, and he did his best to send as much as he could home to his mother in Hokkaido. It wasn’t that bad a job. He got a free lunch and it was walking distance from his flat. So even though it could be as boring as standing duty, it was better than nothing.

Tonight, however, was slowly chipping away at his last nerve.

It was dead inside, typical for a Monday, which mean there wasn’t much for Fumio to keep busy with. He wasn’t allowed to go inside for obvious reasons, he’d been told when he accepted the job that the only reason they wanted an alpha instead of a beta on guard duty was because there last one had been over powered by an alpha in his rut and a few patrons had almost been badly hurt. Only a few omegas had come to the center that evening and their scents had been very strong. Fumio prided himself on his self control, but as he was nearing his own rut the overwhelming sensitivity to smell was starting to kick him right in the dick. He’d have to take a few days off of work soon, which meant two or three days without pay. A headache was slowly building up behind his eyes and he was counting down the seconds until he could leave.

Luckily, his day hadn’t been a total wash. There was one omega that had come in that was one of their regulars and Fumio wouldn’t deny that he’d taken a liking to him. He was petite, curvy in all the right places, traditional clothes and smelling of honey and lavender. He was without a doubt the most beautiful omega Fumio had ever seen in his life. The omega came in once a week, every monday without fail and it was always the highlight of his day. His scent was so calming and serene. A thick, studded leather collar rested around his neck and his hair was pulled back in a low ponytail.

Near the end of his shift, the omega emerged, smelling clean and content as he spoke to someone on his cellphone. Fumio did the only thing he could think of and bowed his head as he passed and to his delight, the omega bowed back, smiling at him. Forget the highlight of his day, this was the high light of his month!

Minutes later, Fumio was free and on his way home. The crisp winter air felt amazing and he was glad he could finally turn his hearing aids back up and savor the white noise of the city as it drowned out the irritable ringing. He tried to enjoy the peace of his walk back hone when, over the ambience of the street, he heard someone shout. A short and clipped demand to “stop” and it wasn’t that far if he could hear it that clearly.

Picking up the pace, Fumio followed the strangled cries, now mixed with angry shouts and struggling, and the sour smell of distress. Whatever rational part of his brain that was telling him to stop and call for the proper authorities was silenced as he tried to follow the distressed calls. He couldn’t just ignore it and his feet kept moving until he was running down the side street between an dingy convenience store and a liquor shop. In the dim light of the street lamps he could see the omega, on the ground as he was beaten by some wannabe thugs. His body was crumpled in the dirt, wrapped around a bag to protect whatever was inside as one of his assaulters tried top pull it away from him as the others stomped and kicked his back, arms, and legs. Fumio had seen them before hanging out around the care center. Nothing but a bunch of losers who were getting their kicks fighting four against one. But when the omega looked up at him, his face bloody and his breathing strained, all Fumio could see were four targets.

With a low growl, he broke into a sprint and barreled into Target One, the biggest of the four and the one holding the omega down with a foot in his back, knocking him to the ground. With the hallow, unmistakable sound of a hallow skull hitting concrete, Target One was down. Three to go.

“Who the hell are you? Get off of him!”

Target Two grabbed him from behind and tried to force him up and around, but he had only made it easier for Fumio to pull him down and flip him over his shoulder. Two punches square in the side of the head and Target Two was down.

To his luck, Target Three had the good sense to drop his hold on the omega’s bag and run away while he still had the chance. A little disappointing but Fumio couldn’t complain.

“Coward!” Target Four shouted after his friend and then came at Fumio head first, throwing punches as fast as he could, which were not that hard to block.

This was without a doubt the sloppiest fight Fumio had ever been a part of. As Target Four started to run out of steam, he drew a knife from his jacket. Fumio gritted his teeth. It was a dirty move and the pocket knife he had on himself wasn’t going to do much against it. He braced himself to knock this guy on his ass as he charged, but Target Four had barely taken half a step before tripping onto his knees, howling in pain. The omega had hold around his legs and his own blade stabbed in just above his attackers knee as he coughed and wheezed.

“Dammit, bitch!” Target Four growled, “Get off!”

He twisted and raised his knife, aiming right for the omega’s face. Fumios heart clenched, but to his luck the idiot had taken his eyes off of him, allowing him to force the knife out of his hand, trading it for a heavy knee to the back of his head.

Target Four down.

With that taken care of, Fumio took the omega’s hand, pulled him up on wobbling legs and dragged him away as he took off. He had no idea where they were going, but once they were far enough from the two downed thugs they both dropped, letting the adrenaline from the fight start to crash.

Fumio caught his breath and turned his attention back to the omega on the ground, who was having trouble catching his own. He coughed and clutched his chest, Fumio thought it could be a panic attack. He wasn’t sure what to do, if he should try to help or if that would make it worse.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Stupid question to ask a beaten guy, bleeding and struggling to breath. Try again.

“What’s wrong?”

“B-bag-“ the omega wheezed and tried to gasp at his bag that had fallen to the ground between them.

Fumio grabbed it and passed it to him. Trembling, he dumped the contents to the ground and picked up the bright red inhaler that stuck out in the pile. An asthma attack. His hands were shaking to badly that he couldn’t get a proper grip on it as it fell into his lap.

“Please… please help,” he gasped. Tears ran down his red blotchy face.

Fumio picked up the inhaler and held it to the omega’s mouth. He’d never used one before so he hoped that it really did work like how it did on television. He pressed the top down as the omega took a deep breath and held in for a few long dragging moments. Sluggishly, he reached up and tightly to hold of Fumio’s hand to squeeze it again for another puff. Another few moments to hold it in and then releasing, slumped boneless against Fumio’s broad chest.

They sat together in an awkward silence while his breathing calmed down. Fumio was uncomfortable as he tried to think of what to say, or if he should say anything at all.

“Thank you,” the omega said, beating him to it.

“Uh… no problem…”

“Really, thank you. You saved me twice. I don’t even want to imagine what might have happened if you hadn’t showed up.”

Then omega smiled weakly, but it still looked as pretty as the one he gave earlier. Fumio realized he had the chance to stop calling him just ‘the omega’.

“I’m Fumio.”

He offered his hand. Not exactly how he wanted to go about introducing himself, but he’d take what he could get. For all he knew he may not see him again after this and even if he did, he would never have to guts to do it at work with his boss around. The omega took his hand.

“Goro,” he said, still shaking, but slowly getting better.

He reached up and gingerly toughed his face, hissing in pain as his fingers brushed against his swelling cheek. Sighing, he rifled through his scatter possessions and picked up his phone to use as a mirror.

“Is it bad?” He asked, cringing when he saw his dirty, sweaty and bloody face.

“Not too bad.” Fumio shrugged.

It could have been a lot worse. His body took most of the damage. Fumio looked him over and could see his knuckles were split; he tried to put up a fight. There was a small cut above his eyebrow and a busted lip, but if the throbbing redness was anything to go by, the right side of his face was going to be very badly bruised. But he didn’t think that would make Goro feel any better.

“Still a solid nine-out-of-ten,” he said, mentally slapping himself for such pathetic line.

Goro gawked at him then laughed.

“Thanks. They were pulling most of those punches, probably could have kicked my head in as soon as I had my attack. Lucky for me you came around. And you had them down in like, five minutes…”

Goro trailed off and looked him up and down. Fumio could tell when he was being sized up.

“You’re pretty cool.” Goro’s smiled a bit wider. “You’re the guy from care center right?”

Apparently Fumio was more memorable than he gave himself credit for; a welcome boost to his ego. Maybe it was his height. He was tired and his shins and knuckles ached, yet he was feeling proud that he got to show off. The whole mess was unfortunate, but it beat the hell out of just holding a door open. Now he was close enough to really breathe in that soothing scent.

Goro’s phone pinged with a notification and he flinched as he read it, cursing and jumping to his feet only to crumple immediately back down into Fumio’s quick arms.

“You have somewhere you need to be?” He asked.

“Yeah, duty calls and if I don’t get moving, I’m going to be late and then I’m going to be in real trouble.”

Yikes. Fumio felt bad and knew there was no way he was ready to walk yet, but he didn’t want him to be in any trouble either.

“I can help you get there,” he offered.

He’d rather take him to a doctor.

Goro shook his head and quickly typed a reply.

“It’s alright, I just need a minute.”

“Please, I’d…” Don’t make it weird, “I’d like to make sure you get their alright. I don’t think those guys’ll bother you again, but you never know.”

Goro hesitated a moment longer, but nodded. His legs still trembled, he wouldn’t get very far on his own.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like that.”

Score

Fumio gently took Goro’s arm and guided it over his shoulders. He was as light as he looked, so it was no trouble hoisting him off the ground and supporting his weight. Goro squirmed and tried to adjust.

“Is this alright?” Fumio asked him. Goro wiggled a bit more but finally settled and nodded. “Then lean on me and tell me where to go.”

“Start that way.” Goro pointed to their left. “It’s not too far.”

The started slow, Fumio took on most of their weight and tried not to get caught stealing glances.

“You’re smiling,” Goro said, his own grin quirked.

Fumio’s ears turned red. He had never been good at this sort of thing and was very much out of practice.

“You have a nice smile,” Goro went on, “Penny for your thoughts?”

Be cool, be cool.

“I’m having fun,” he said.

It was the truth, circumstances aside.

“Fun? Are you an adrenaline junkies or something?”

Fumio shrugged.

“No. I’m having fun walking around town with a handsome guy on my arm.”

Well, in his arms.Goro laughed in earnest this time.

“Really? A handsome guy with a swollen face that’s bleeding on your shirt?” He pointed to wear the blood had dribbled onto their clothes. Not a lot, but still noticeable.

“Thats right.”

Goro chuckled again and lightly bumped his hip into Fumio’s.

“You’re such a dork.” He leaned in more to rest his head against Fumio’s shoulder. “And you’re not half bad yourself.”

The banter continued in a steady stream as they continued their slow-paced trip. It was the most pleasant conversation Fumio had had in a long time. Goro was playful and quick and laughed no matter how dumb he probably sounded. And even though it wasn’t the usual way, a warm body next to his felt good. So it really killed the mood when Goro suddenly said:

“This is it.”

Fumio had to do a double take.

They were in front of the Koizumi headquarters, a large traditional household. Hiraku Koizumi was one of the most infamous yakuza in Tokyo and his syndicate stretched all across the city, Fumio had heard plenty of rumors about the family. Undoubtably some of the most intimidating men he had ever had the misfortune of encountering and he couldn’t help but wonder who here had called for Goro. These were the kind of guys who would beat the breaks off of someone just for looking at them funny.

“Sorry, but I can’t go through the front door like this,” Goro said and directed them around the building and to a small gated door at the back.

Fumio was getting nervous. This place was full of alphas and betas, why was Goro here? Was he some kind of escort? Would Goro be in trouble for getting into a fight? Especially since his face took so much damage. Goro didn’t seem scared though. More embarrassed as Fumio saw his face get a little redder.

“Are you going to be ok?” He asked, though he was unsure what he would do if Goro said no.

“Yeah, it’s fine. Just another headache on top of everything else tonight,” Goro sighed. “You want to come in for a drink?”

“Really?”

“Sure. I need to take care of some stuff first, but it shouldn’t take long. Besides, I want to thank you for saving me.” He winked and Fumio’s mouth went dry.

A few drinks couldn’t hurt.

Fumio followed Goro to a door in the tall gate at the back of the house and let him lead him onto the property. Goro looked over his shoulder and checked around the corner before motioning for Fumio to come forward.

“Sorry,” he said. “I don’t want anyone to see me like this before I can explain what happened.”

“Goro!”

The pair jumped and saw two large alphas coming their way. Goro instantly turned away and hunched, cursing and keeping his face hidden.

“Ichiro,” he nodded slightly at the taller one and then to the other, “Ritsu, good to see you. What do you want?” His foot started to tap as he braced himself to run. Fumio flinched as he recognized Ichiro, Koizumi’s son and heir. He ran the the streets himself and was just as notorious as his father. Fumio wondered how he and Goro had gotten to be on a first name basis and let himself imagine the what a scandal it would be if he were the one who called on Goro.

“Where the hell have you been?” Ritsu asked. “The boss has been waiting.”

“I know, I know! I’m going up to him now.”

“I’d drop the attitude, if I were you,” Ichiro scolded, rolling his eyes, “He’s pissed.”

“What else is new?”

Fumio recoiled so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash.

Koizumi himself was the one who called for him.

Holy shit. If he had been worried before, he was freaking out now at the mere idea of someone like Koizumi calling for Goro.

“Who’s your friend?”

Ichiro got closer when Goro wouldn’t do anything but mutter and noticed the blood on both their shirts. He grabbed hold of him and pulled his away from Fumio, noting how Goro yelped in pain as his arm was yanked.

“What the hell happened? What did you do to him?” he shouted at Fumio, who threw his hands up in surrender.

“No! I didn’t do anything,” he said, though it was clear they weren’t listening as Ritsu stepped out in front of Goro to separate the two, drawing a pistol.

This was it. Seven years in the army and this was how he was going to die. They backed him up to the wall the guards closed in on them, shouting and asking questions over each other, asking Goro how he got hurt and interrogating Fumio, but not giving either of them any room to respond. Well, he had a good twenty-five years. He hoped they would at least make it painless.

“Calm the fuck down!” Goro snapped and struggled to get out of Ichiro’s grasp, a bitter smell permeated the air as his anger became more and more evident, but the commotion was getting so loud, he could barely be heard. “This isn’t-”

“What in God’s name is going on? I could hear all of you from inside!”

Koizumi stepped outside and everyone fell silent. He was an older, graying alpha, but despite his age, his presence alone changed the whole atmosphere, commanding fear and respect. Not one of Fumio’s drill sergeants or commanding officers held a candle to the man. As soon as he stepped out, everyone took a step back. However, his dark expression quickly fell to confusion and concern upon seeing Goro, only to jump right back into anger as he stalked toward him.

“What the hell is this?” he growled and took Goro’s face in his hand, appraising the damage as Ichiro held him from running. Slowly, his glare shifted towards Fumio. “What happened?” Goro followed his gaze.

“N-no, Daddy, it’s not his fault,” he stammered, trying to squirm and twist away.

Daddy! What kind of kinky shit is the old man into?

Fumio’s stomach churned and he wanted to knock his hand away as he watched Goro’s face flush, his eyes darted nervously back and forth between him and Koizumi, until the old man turned his attention back to him.

“I’m not going to ask again,” he said, gently rubbing his thumb across the dried patches of blood on his cheek. His voice was low and dangerous, sending a chill through the room.

“I got jumped on my way back.” Goro cast his eyes downward, his face getting redder. “Fumio saved me. Please, let him go.”

Koizumi looked back to Fumio, whose life was still flashing before his eyes, for confirmation. He nodded quickly and after Koizumi gave him a once over, he motioned for his men to back off.

“I’m going to get Goro cleaned up,” he said to Ichiro, ignoring Goro’s mumbles of protest, “Take- Fumio, was it?”

“Yessir.” Fumio replied automatically.

“Take Fumio to my office.”

With that, Koizumi guided Goro inside of the house, leaving Fumio with Ichiro. He could feel the rings of a target being drawn on the back of his head as slowly realized he wasn’t going to die just yet. Goro kept his eyes on the floor, but as the doors slid shut, he looked up and gave Fumio a quick wink.

He had to find a way out of there.

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Fumio couldn’t tell how long he’d been waiting in Koizumi’s office, it must have been at least an hour. It was just as traditional as the rest of the house and more minimalist than he expected, just a low desk and a few cushions on the tatami floor where he kneeled, and a sword hanging on the wall. It was perfectly orderly, if it weren’t for the papers and liquor sitting out, it was as if no one ever set foot in there.

Even though Goro had defended him, Fumio knew he wasn’t in the clear yet. Koizumi seemed rather fond of him, but there was still a chance that he wouldn’t believe him. Or maybe Koizumi was his pimp and he could be pissed that Goro got himself hurt and brought a stranger back with him while he was still working. The thought of Goro being alone with him made his skin crawl.

He had to get out. There had to be a way out, even if his options were limited. The door was obviously out of the question, he could see someone standing on the other side of it. Maybe he could take his chances with the window, but there were guards all over the place outside. The vents in the room were too small to climb through and even though Fumio still had his cell phone, he didn’t dare take it out. No one else was in the room with him, but but it felt as if there were eyes all over him. All he could do was wait.

The door slid open and he froze as Koizumi strode in with Goro in tow, flanked by Ichiro and another man. Goro looked much better, his cuts were bandaged and he was wearing a clean yukata. He didn’t look afraid either, more like he was annoyed as he huffed and flopped ungracefully onto one of the cushions. His sour attitude brightened though as he smiled gently up at Fumio.

“Hi,” he mouthed silently.

Fumio didn’t know what else to do besides slightly nod in the man’s direction, hoping Koizumi wouldn’t notice. This was by far the most terrifying and awkward moment of his entire life.

Ichiro watched him closely as Koizumi approached the young alpha and knelt down in front of him. Fumio’s heart beat picked up and he hoped no on else could hear it trying to burst out of his chest. Koizumi stood at least a foot shorter than him, but Fumio had never felt smaller. Two seconds dragged on like two hours as Fumio tried to stand his shakes ground until Koizumi bowed to him.

“You’ve done this family a great service, young man,” Koizumi said, keeping his head bowed. “You saved my sons life and you have my gratitude.”

… his son?

His son?!

Fumio’s eyes darted between Koizumi and Goro. No way. There was no way this skinny twink was the son of the most infamous yakuza in all of Tokyo. But there he sat as if this were the most normal thing in the world. As if there was nothing wrong with any of this!

“I- uh…” Fumio was stumped at what to say “…no problem.”

“That’s not what I heard. Goro says that you’re quite the scrapper. Four against one is an impressive feat.”

“That you, sir.”

Koizumi paused and grinned. It was like a punch in the gut and was without a doubt the scariest thing Fumio had ever seen.

“You work at that night omega center right, in Kabukicho, right Sgt. Higashi?”

Fumio had been stiff before, now he was completely rigid. Goro too, his face growing dark as he side eyed his father.

“I’d like to offer you a job,” Koizumi continued.

Fumio had played out several worst case scenarios in his head while he had waited and this definitely had not been one of them.

“I’m sorry, what?” he asked, much more bluntly than he had intended.

“Daddy?” Goro asked, sounding just as confused as him.

“Sgt. Higashi, I’d like for you to be Goro’s bodyguard.”

“Daddy!” Goro shot up out of his seat, wavering from the concussion he received earlier. “What the hell?”

‘What the hell’ was right, Fumio couldn’t believe it. He wondered if he might be able to outrun the guards if he could get a head start right now. This couldn’t really be happening. There had to be a way out.

“I don’t need a babysitter!” Goro protested. “I’ve been doing just fine on my own!”

“Until you come home like this!” Ichiro scolded. “Look at you! Even if you hadn’t had an asthma attack, do you seriously think you could take on four guys?”

“Kiss my ass, four eyes! You think you could’ve done any better? When was the last time you were in a real fight.”

“Careful wheezy, don’t get all worked up.”

“Oh, go fuck yoursel-”

“Enough!” Koizumi snapped, effectively silencing his sons. “I’d like to speak to Sgt. Higashi privately. Get back to work and keep out of trouble.”

Ichiro and the other suited man obediently complied while Goro pouted and flashed Fumio an apologetic look as he reluctantly followed. Left alone with Koizumi, Fumio tried to find his voice again.

“How exactly did you end up at the omega center?” Koizumi asked.

Fumio had a feeling the old bastard already knew, but he might as well roll with it.

“I needed a job after leaving the army, my old bunk mate told me about the job and I took it.”

“I see. You’ve already proven yourself to be capable and my Goro has taken a shine to you.”

That was certainly one way to put it.

“I guess so…”

“So I think you would be a perfect fit for the job. Goro needs a watchful eye to keep him out of trouble and a disciplined able bodied alpha such as yourself is just what I need to make that happen.”

“Look, I’m grateful for the opportunity, but I don’t think this is the job for me.”

“I beg to disagree.”

Of course he did, but Fumio didn’t care. He wanted to get the hell out of there with his head still attached to his shoulders, and the longer he stayed there, the less he liked his odds. He got up to leave but Koizumi’s next words stopped him in his tracks.

“How’s your mother been these days?” he asked with a sharp edge to his tone.

Fumio paused as he reached for the door and turned around slowly. He didn’t know how the old bastard learned so much about him, but this was what he had feared the most. His mother and grandparents were the only family he had left and with their family farm struggling, so he’d been sending back whatever money he could. The last thing he wanted was Koizumi getting his hands on them, which meant Fumio’s were tied. At least for the time being.

“…when do I start?” he asked.

“That’s more like it,” Koizumi said, a shit eating grin spreading across his face. “You start right away. Go back to your apartment and pack your things, I want you to stay here from now on. You’ll be in charge of Goro’s care. My son wants to earn his keep around here, just like his brothers do, but I can’t help but worry about him being out there on his own. Keep him safe, healthy and happy. To put it bluntly, your health depends on his.”

That painted a simple picture for him. Fumio had wanted to get closer to Goro, but this wasn’t what he had been picturing.

“Understood,” he said and took that as his cue to leave.

As he tried to retrace his steps through the maze of hallways to find the exit, his arm was grabbed in a tight hold and he was yanked into one of the many rooms. Goro slammed the door behind them and locked it before turning back to Fumio, his face bright red.

“I am so sorry about all of this,” he said, hiding his face in his hands. “This is so embarrassing.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Fumio said, “it’s not your fault things turned out like… this.”

“I asked him to reward you, I didn’t think he’d offer you a job.”

Goro walked over to the dresser at the back of the room, allowing Fumio to realize that he was standing in Goro’s bedroom, and pulled a bottle of wine and two glasses out from the top drawer.

“You still want that drink?” he asked with a sheepish smile.

In spite of himself Fumio laughed and nodded. A drink sounded perfect right about now.

“I’d like that,” he chuckled.

Goro guided him to sit down on the futon beneath them and uncorked the wine, pouring them each a glass.

“So, what did the old man tell you to do?” he asked as he passed Fumio a very full glass. “How deep are we in it?”

“He just wants me to watch out for you,” Fumio shrugged. “He’s worried about you.”

“Of course he is, he always is. I can normally handle myself just fine, but…” Goro took a deep breath and sighed. “I guess he’s right. I really blew it tonight and I wasn’t a strong as I thought I was.”

“Well, I saw you stab that guy while you were still down, I can imagine you’re pretty fierce when you want to be.”

Goro snorted and clinked his glass against Fumio’s before tossing his wine back in one big gulp.

“Aren’t you a flatterer. As much as it kills me to say it, my dad’s right. I could use some muscle in my corner… and I think you’re perfect for the job.” Goro set his glass aside and got in front of Fumio. “You know, I never did get to thank you for saving me.”

It was Fumio’s turn to go red in the face as Goro got closer, nestling himself between the alpha’s legs.

“Thank me?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Goro said, his gaze falling to the growing bulge in Fumio’s pants. “May I?”

Fumio swallowed dryly and nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Goro smiled widely and began unzipping Fumio’s pants, pulling his cock free. He got down on all fours and licked a long stripe along his shaft, sending a shiver through the alpha. Wrapping his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue, Goro slowly lowered his face until the enormous member was all the way down his throat, eliciting a barely bitten back moan from Fumio, who was terrified that someone passing by would hear them. The omega giggled, sending vibrations through Fumio’s cock, and began to bob his head up and down, proving to his partner that he had absolutely no gag reflex.

Through the scent of his own arousal, Fumio could smell the unmistakably sweet scent of slick wafting through the room. Goro was getting just as much out of this as he was. The omega moved agonizingly slow, only speeding up for brief intervals to bring the alpha right to the edge, before slowing down once more. At the base of his dick, Fumio felt his knot inflate painfully, he could remember the last time he came, but clearly it had been to long.

“Alpha,” Goro whimpered around his cock, his eyes beginning to glaze over. “Alpha, want your knot. Want you inside me.”

Fumio was losing himself to his alpha, his only thoughts were about the needy, gorgeous omega in front of him and his need to take care of him. Grabbing Goro by the hair, he pulled the other man off of his cock and pushed him down onto the futon, pushing his legs wide open.

“Finally,” Goro said breathlessly. “I was wondering how long it would take you.”

“Tease,” Fumio growled playfully as he nuzzled against Goro’s neck. The omega’s scent gland wouldn’t be prominent until his heat, but the alpha was looking for it anyway.

Goro wrapped his legs around Fumio’s waste and pulled him closer until the tip of Fumio’s cock was grazing his dripping hole. He’d been hoping this would happen and took the liberty of prepping himself in advance, but he’d never made this much slick outside of his heats. His body was responding better to Fumio than he thought it would, much to his omega’s delight.

“Come on, alpha,” he whimpered, knowing it would drive his partner mad. “Want your knot so bad.”

Fumio growled again and without anymore prompting, thrust deep into Goro, stealing the air from the omega’s lungs as he began to thrust. Goro moaned wantonly, rolling his hips to match Fumio’s thrusts, the alpha’s knot pressing tightly against his ass.

“I’ve wanted to do this ever since I first laid eyes on you,” Fumio murmured into Goro’s ear.

“Kiss me!” Goro demanded and Fumio happily obliged, sliding his tongue down the omega’s throat. “Hold me!”

Fumio flipped them around so Goro was sitting in his lap and then held him close as he continued to thrust up into him, ready to fulfill any need the omega had. Soon enough, Fumio’s knot slid into Goro, locking the two together as he spilled his load into the smaller man. Feeling himself being filled with hot cum, Goro swallowed a scream as he was blinded by his own orgasm. The two fell over onto the sweat and slick soaked futon, breathing heavily as they came back down to earth. With Fumio’s knot still deep inside of him, Goro took his hand and bit down hard on his wrist, his small fangs piercing the alpha’s skin.

“As long as you’re my guard, you belong to me,” he said, licking the new mark. “Swear you’ll never leave my side.”

Fumio, still basking in the afterglow of his orgasm, merely nodded and took Goro’s wrist. Lightly, he bit down on it and left his own mark, one that could be easily covered.

“I swear.”

Chapter Text

It had been a month since Fumio became a bodyguard and it was easy enough to fall into a routine with his new job, despite how he was introduced to the yakuza, it was all easier than Fumio thought it would be. All he had to do as a bodyguard was follow Goro around on his various errands and make sure he didn’t get into any trouble. Despite what happened the other night, Goro didn’t run into a lot of problems like that, save for a few cat calling alphas on the streets. Goro’s jobs weren’t that strenuous either, mostly errands for his father either picking things up or dropping things off.

“I’m nothing but a glorified errand boy,” Goro told him on their first day of work. “My dad is very traditional, I know he wants me to stay home all day and do nothing like a good omega, but I’m just as useful as my brothers.”

Fumio has also learned that, in addition to Ichiro, Goro had three more brothers, all alphas and none of them were big fans of having an unknown alpha around their “innocent” little brother.

If only they knew, Fumio thought as Goro would go down on him. Even though Goro was about as subtle as a brick to the face, they still wrote him off as merely “affectionate” with people.

Today started as his days would normally start now. He’d been given his own room down the hall from Goro’s in Koizumi’s house. He was to be available 24/7 and was at the omega’s beckon call, which more often than not turned out to be booty calls. The only time he got a break is when he dropped Goro off at the care center for a few hours on Thursdays. After waking up and getting dressed, Fumio would go down the hall and check on Goro, who was most likely still asleep. That is, on the mornings Goro didn’t sneak into his bed and try to wake him up with a hand job.

Today was of those mornings.

“Good morning, hot stuff,” the omega whispered as he slid his hand down Fumio’s pants.

Fumio’s eyes shot open as a moan escaped him. He wasn’t sure what he would classify their “unique” relationship as. He supposed lovers would suffice, their marks on their wrists were just as good as promise rings, but they still barely knew each other. They definitely rushed into things, but they’d have to spend all their time together anyway like a couple. They just had to keep their relationship a secret lest Koizumi rip Fumio’s throat out for violating his son.

“G-good morning,” he stammered as Goro began to pick up the speed.

“My dad and his guys are out playing golf today so we’ve got the place all to ourselves,” Goro said as he mounted Fumio. “So we can be as loud as we want.”

“What’re you doing?” Fumio asked.

“I’m gonna ride you. That alright? Or would you rather have me face down ass up like yesterday? Cause I really want to watch your face while I do this.”

Fumio swallowed audibly.

“This is f-fine.”

“Mm, good alpha.”

Fumio dick throbbed at the praise and Goro could tell it was driving him crazy. Pushing back his kimono and pulling down Fumio’s pants, he slowly lowered himself down onto the throbbing cock until he slid all the way down to the hilt.

“Oh god,” Goro moaned. “You fill me up so well. Your cock was made for me.”

Fumio said nothing, only nodded along with whatever Goro had to say. To sweeten the love making, Goro began releasing his pheromones, causing Fumio’s knot to swell. Being an omega, Goro was extra sensitive to smell and had taken to scenting Fumio often to mask his normal leather and pine scent. The omega had claimed the scent was the best kind of aphrodisiac and it drove him insane with need, so he wanted to mask it to keep him from jumping his bodyguard every chance he got. Even now as he kissed Fumio, he was rubbing his wrists against his neck and chest.

“Just lay back and let me work, okay my big strong alpha.”

Fumio growled as Goro started pushing up and down on his knees, clenching his slick wet hole as tightly as he could, putting Fumio’s dick in a vice. Gradually he picked up the pace until he was bouncing on the alpha’s cock, just barely missing his knot each time, until they both came louder than they ever had before. Normally, Goro would take the knot no problem, but he was in a rush. They still had a job to do, so a quickie is all they had time for this morning.

“You’ve been hornier than usual this week,” Fumio said, out of breath. “Not that I’m complaining, but what gives?”

“It’s just my preheat,” Goro said, “I always get easily aroused around this time.”

“Uh-oh.”

“What uh-oh?”

“Looks like your heat and my rut are gonna end up happening around the same time.”

“Oh fuck me that’s hot!”

“Take this seriously, what’re we going to do?”

“Easy, I put myself up in a hotel for my heat. This place is crawling with alphas, even with my brothers guarding the door it’s still too dangerous to stay here. Daddy’ll give you your rut off, so you’ll just meet me at the hotel and we’ll have the time of our lives!”

“You’d share your heat with me?” Fumio asked, honestly a little touched. He’d never been around an omega in heat before, but he understood it took a lot of trust for one to ask an alpha to be involved.

“Sure, you’re gonna need someone to help you for your rut and I’m not the sharing type.”

“I’ve… never actually spent my rut with anyone.”

“… seriously? Oh my god, were you still a virgin when we met?”

“No! But my rut’s always made me a little nervous, so I’ve never trusted myself to spend it with anyone.”

“Do you trust me?” Goro asked, batting his long eye lashes.

“… yes. I trust you.”

Goro hadn’t given him any reason not to trust him. Fumio couldn’t be sure what drew him to Goro, but he really liked him. He really liked him.

“Then it’s settled! Trust me, we’re going to have a great time. But for now, we have to get ready for work. Wanna share a shower with me?”

Fumio would have to be a fool to turn down an offer like that.

After a steamy round two in the shower, the pair got dressed and hit the streets. Today they only had one errand and that was picking up a kimono for Goro at the tailors. As they walked down the streets to the little shop, Goro took Fumio by the arm and suddenly went down a side street.

“What’re you doing?” Fumio asked. “The tailor shop is the other way.”

“Don’t turn around, we’re being followed,” Goro said lowly, a mischievous air to his voice.

Fumio tensed, but Goro smiled. He had see. That kind of smile before. It was the same one he’d given him when he’d tried to play footsie under the dinner table when he father was only a few seats away or when he started sending dirty texts while they were in a meeting with his brothers. It was the smile of the cat who are the canary and each time Fumio saw it, he could feel his blood pressure rise.

“Followed?” he asked.

“Don’t worry, it’s just Ichiro’s car.”

Funio resisted the urge to look. That wasn’t what he expected.

“Why? He doesn’t trust me?”

“Not in the slightest. But that’s not why he’s here.”

“How can you be sure?”

“He only followed us the first week and gave up. But he is concerned that you never noticed.”

Glad to know I’m off to a good start, Fumio thought.

“If that’s not it, why is he here?”

“Whatever it is, I’m not going to like it. He thinks he’s so slick, he only does this when he doesn’t want me to run.”

“Run?”

“Yeah, like this.”

Goro bolted down the street, dragging Fumio along with him as he wove through crowds and narrow alley ways of Ginza. Fumio was able to catch a glimpse of their irritated stalkers now chasing them on foot and recognized a second man as Jiro, Koizumi’s second son. The men were just as scary as their father and Fumio didn’t want to be on either of their shit lists. He wondered if there was a good reason for them to be running or if this is just what Goro did when he wanted to give his brothers hell. He thought for a moment about stopping Goro and hearing them out, it wouldn’t be hard to overpower the omega, but he would never hear the end of it. As long as he told himself that he was doing this to “protect” Goro, he was still just doing his job.

They rounded the corner and just when they thought they had lost them, they ran right into the arms of Ichiro and Jiro, who forced them into a waiting limousine. Fumio needed to up his game if it was that easy for them to get caught. Judging by the looks the brothers gave him, they shared the sentiment.

“You’re so predictable,” Ichiro said.

“Eat me,” Goro pouted, watching out the window of the car like a petulant child.

“Must you always make a fuss like this?” Jiro asked. “Why can’t you be all docile and sweet like other omegas?”

“Blow it out your ass. What do you want?”

It seemed as though Goro knew no fear. Then again, he was Koizumi’s favorite, so he probably got away with a lot. Fumio was an only child, at least as far as he knew, so he never understood how there could be so much animosity between brothers. Maybe it was the age gap between them. Ichiro was 20 years older than Goro, he may as well have been another father to him.

“Dad is having dinner with Nakagawa tonight and he wants all of us to be there.”

Just like that, all of Goro’s bravado fell and the blood drained from his face. Even his brothers looked grim.

“Nakagawa?” Fumio asked.

“Dad does business with him from time to time,” Jiro said, his tone clipped as he glared at Fumio.

“Why do I have to be there?” Goro asked, his voice was quiet and he refused to look at his brothers. Fumio had never seen him like this before. Quiet was a word he never thought he’d associate with the omega.

“The man just lost his wife and Dad wants us all there to show our support. You know how he gets. As soon as we get your kimono we have to meet him at the restaurant.”

No one spoke again until they reached the tailor. Jiro practically had to drag Goro into the fitting room while Fumio waited with Ichiro.

As the eldest, Ichiro was next in line to run the family and he was the perfect copy of his father. Stoic and efficient. Everyone move be made was deliberate and he didn’t like to mix words. It made Fumio hesitant, but he still had questions.

“Is Goro okay?” he asked. “He wasn’t looking to good in the car.”

They watched as Goro stepped out of the fitting room and in front of the large mirrors as the tailor tried to match an appropriate obi to the beautiful red kimono.

“To bring out his eyes,” the tailor had said.

Ichiro was quiet for a moment, not looking away from his little brother.

“It’s not my place to say,” he said, “but… please keep close to him tonight. Things between us and the Nakagawa family are a bit strained right now. Can’t be too careful now, can we?”

“Of course.”

That’s what they were paying him for after all. Fumio didn’t understand what all of the secrecy was for, but it only made him worry more. Goro hadn’t looked that scared even when he was getting beaten into the dirt and every instinct the alpha had was screaming at him to take his omega far away. He didn’t know where they would go, but anywhere would be better than where they were right now. But as long as Ichiro was there, he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell.

“Goro doesn’t really look like you or Jiro,” Fumio said, trying to change the subject. Not a great change and he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. He was curious though. Goro had brown hair and light eyes while the rest of his family had black hair and eyes. Over all his features were softer than his brothers, though that may have been the omega genes at work. Ichiro just rolled his eyes. The attitude sure ran in the family.

“That’s because my dear baby brother has a different mom. She was one of our dads girlfriends. An omega who worked at one of his brothels.”

“Oh.”

Now he really regretted bringing it up. Goro didn’t have much to say about his mother other than that she passed away when he was born so he never knew her. Fumio figured Goro must’ve taken more after her. It did explain the huge age gap between the brothers.

“She was his favorite,” Ichiro continued, sounding a little sad. “Broke the old man’s heart when she died. Goro was two and a half months premature and almost followed her. He’s all Dad has left of her now, so you’d do well to remember that.”

Fumio nodded. He caught Goro staring at him in the mirror, when he realized he caught his gaze, he lightly rolled his shoulder, allowing the kimono to drop off and exposing the light purple marks Fumio had left there that morning just below his collar. He must’ve been smiling because he suddenly felt a firm elbow jab his ribs. Ichiro was glaring at him again and Fumio wanted to sink into the ground.

“He looks fine,” Jiro told the tailor. “He’ll wear it out. We need to get going or we’ll be late.”

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The sun had begun to set as they reached the restaurant, a full course place tucked between several others. Fumio followed the others inside, heeding Ichiro’s warning to stay close to Goro. He finally understood what he meant as they were met at the front door by a young man about their age. Tall, though not quite reaching Fumio’s height, slim and lightened hair. He was fair looking, but the stuck up sneer on his face made Fumio want to knock him on his ass. Everything about him said “red flag” and alarm bells were ringing in the alpha’s head, even his scent was bitter, but the real tell was how Goro shrunk in on himself. Not once had the outspoken omega lowered his head to anyone, but now he was quiet and kept his eyes downcast to the floor, fiddling with the collar that suddenly felt too snug around his neck.

“Goro-chan!” the snobby alpha greeted with open arms. “Don’t you look lovely. And Ichiro-san and Jiro-san, good to see you both again.”

“Wish I could say the same, Ryo,” Ichiro said, not looking up from his phone in a blatant show of contempt. “Where is everyone?”

“They’re in the private dining room upstairs. I told them I’d wait here to escort you in.”

“Thanks, but I think we can manage.” Ichiro took Goro’s arm and pulled him along as the omega dragged this feet. “Fumio, stay outside and watch the cat. Jiro and I will take care of Goro from here.”

Fumio didn’t want to leave Goro’s side, but after the omega gave him a small nod, he reluctantly went back out to the car. He didn’t trust that Ryo guy for a second, but he knew that Ichiro and Jiro would die before they let anything happen to their little brother. Being alone at the car also left him alone with his thoughts to wonder about the reaction Goro had. Clearly there was some history between him and Ryo and whatever it is wasn’t friendly. Ichiro certainly didn’t like the guy, then again Ichiro didn’t appear to like many people.

The only thing Fumio could think of was that there may have been a romantic history. Nothing brought about bitterness like a lovers quarrel, especially when the love affair ends. Fumio didn’t even want to think what an omega scorned would be like in Goro’s case with the entire yakuza behind him, but he also couldn’t imagine Goro being afraid of anything. Ryo’s overbearing tobacco scent made him come across as a domineering alpha and the only person Goro was subservient to was his father.

Before he could get too lost in thought, his phone began to buzz in his pocket. A message from Goro.

[SOS. Upstairs restroom] it read.

Not wasting a second, Fumio dashed inside, past the staff and upstairs to the restroom. Worst case scenarios rushed through his mind until he found Goro splashing water on his face in the sink.

“Are you okay?” Fumio asked, slowly approaching the omega.

“No,” Goro wheezed, reaching into his sleeve for his inhaler. “I’m pretty fucking far from okay.”

“What happened?”

“Bastard kept touching my leg under the table. I shoved him off, but that fucker just doesn’t give up. I feel like I’m gonna be sick.”

Fumio saw red, white hot anger pooling in his stomach as he was overcome by jealousy. How dare that scum touch his Goro, his omega! If it weren’t for the sake of their secret, he would’ve marched back out their and tore that son of a bitch’s throat out.

“Easy big guy,” Goro chucked lightly. “I’m gagging on those pheromones you’re putting off.”

Taking a whiff of himself, Fumio gagged a little too at the rotten egg smell he was emitting. He took several deep breaths to calm down and got out his handkerchief to wipe Goro’s face dry.

“Sorry,” he mumbled. “What do you need?”

“To get the hell out of here. Let’s go somewhere. Like a love hotel or something.”

“Are you sure?”

Goro didn’t look like he was in the right headspace for that, but they could revisit that later. For now Fumio wanted to focus on getting his omega somewhere he could feel safe.

His omega… when had he started thinking like that?

“Are you okay in there?” Ichiro asked as he opened the door. He paused when he saw Fumio, but quickly returned his attention to his brother, sighing when he saw the state he was in. “That bad, huh?”

“… yeah,” Goro said quietly. “I’m not feeling well. Tell daddy I’m sorry, but I need to rest.”

“He’ll understand, you’ve been looking awfully pale.” Ichiro looked back to Fumio. “See to it that he makes it home safely and that he eats something.”

Fumio nodded and took Goro’s arm, escorting him outside. He hailed a taxi but as they got in Goro’s hand flew to his ear and he began to panic.

“My earring!” he gasped. “It must have fallen out in the bathroom.”

“Wait here,” Fumio said. “I’ll go look for it.”

Goro wanted to go back as well, but the nausea kept him in his seat. Fumio ran back to the restroom, but paused when he heard the familiar sound of fighting. Though this fight sounded slightly different, it was muffled and strained, like whoever it was was trying to hide it. Carefully, Fumio followed the sound to the hall and found Ichiro, who had Ryo pinned against the wall as he punched him over and over again in the gut.

“I should’ve broken you’re skinny neck when I had the chance,” Ichiro growled lowly. “Keep your hands to yourself or I’ll fucking kill you.”

“I’d like to see you try,” Ryo coughed.

Fumio quickly stepped back into the restroom and quietly resumed his search, finding the earring on the floor by the sink. In the short time they knew each other, Goro had worn the pearl earring every day, no matter what he was wearing and he never took it off. As he exited the bathroom he ran into Ichiro, who looked frayed and out of breath.

“How much of that did you hear?” he asked, grabbing hold of the other alpha’s shirt collar.

“Hear what?” Fumio asked back, thinking quick on his feet.

Ichiro looked him right in the eye, looking for the lie, in that moment he looked as scary as his father. Quickly, the anger and suspicion dissipated and Ichiro let go, smoothing out the shirt.

“Good, sorry. What are you doing here?”

Fumio held up the earring and Ichiro merely nodded, stepping aside. Not waiting around for more small talk, Fumio quickly walked back out to the cab and got in, releasing the breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he passed the earring to Goro. Tears of relief fell down the omega’s cheeks and be threw his arms around Fumio in a crushing hug.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

He gave the driver the address to a popular love hotel and sat back. The ride was eerily quiet, no one said a word the entire way there. Fumio wanted to break the ice, but couldn’t bring himself to do it as he watched Goro look out the window at the passing city lights.

Once they reached the gaudy castle shaped hotel, Goro hurriedly rushed them inside before they could be seen together on the street and picked out a room for them, under the sea themed. All the while that mischievous smile, that often raised Fumio’s blood pressure, lacked its usual spark.

Goro led Fumio to the equally gaudy blue room and started to kiss him, pulling them down onto the squishy, seashell shaped waterbed. But before they could go any further, Fumio pulled away and sat them up.

“What’s wrong?” Goro asked, still trying to get Fumio’s clothes off. The alpha shook his head and took Goro’s small hands in his.

“This doesn’t feel right,” he said. “You don’t really seem like yourself.”

Goro pouted, pulling his hands back and turning away. Fumio sighed and placed his hand on his shoulder.

“I know what went down between you and Ryo is none of my business, but I’m worried about you.”

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago.”

“You two were a thing?” Fumio asked, not quite sure how to phrase it.

“That’s one way to put it?” Goro huffed. “We were teenagers, stupid stupid teenagers. Ryo and I had just presented and Ryo… he’s not a good alpha… he’s not a good anything.”

“… he hurt you?”

“Yeah, a lot. But that’s in the past now. You, Ichiro and Shiro are the only ones who know.”

“You never told your dad?”

“We need to keep things civil between us and the Nakagawa family for the sake of business. Our dads talk about us being mated to unite our clans, but it’s never gonna happen. Dad won’t be in charge forever and Ichiro would never let it go down like that.”

Once again the two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a while until Fumio spoke up again.

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” he said, unsure of what else to say. “That’s really shitty.”

“Does it make you think differently of me?” Goro asked, his scent turning fearful.

“Why would it?”

“A lot of alphas don’t want a used up omega…”

“I don’t think you’re a used up omega. I think you’re a strong, beautiful omega, who deserves way better than that asshole.”

For the first time that evening, Goro gave him a genuine smile and turned back to face him.

“Thanks.”

“… so, what do you really want to do?”

“I want to nest, give me your jacket!”

Fumio happily obliged and shed his jacket before gathering more blankets from a nest materials box in the corner of the room. This hotel must have specialized in alpha/omega couples. Goro swiftly got to work arranging and scenting the blankets and he wasn’t satisfied until he stripped Fumio down to his underwear. In no time at all, he had a modest nest prepared on top of the waterbed.

“Care to join me?” he asked Fumio, holding his hand out as he got into the nest.

“Really?” Fumio has never been into an omega’s nest before. It was a great honor to be invited.

“I wouldn’t offer if I didn’t mean it.”

Carefully, Fumio climbed onto the shifting bed and allowed Goro to pull him inside where there was a snug pocket carved out for the two of them.

“Scent me?” Goro requested as they laid down.

Fumio didn’t want to make it obvious that they had been together, they would be bombarded with questions if they returned home and Goro smelled like an alpha, but if that’s what his omega wanted, then he’d have to follow through. He ran his wrists up and down the omegas arms and what was exposed of his neck, then moved onto nuzzling his face and back.

Goro purred and snuggled in closer to the broad alpha, the tension he’d built up finally leaving his shoulders as he was enveloped in the soothing scent. The two spent their two hours at the hotel just like that, not moving another muscle until their reservation was over.

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As the next two days passed, the time finally came for Fumio’s rut and Goro’s heat to take place. Not wanting an alpha near their precious little brother during such a sensitive time, Ichiro and Jiro whisked him away from his bodyguard and to a hotel where he could take care of himself until it passed. Little did they know what his true plans were. Fumio was told to stay away until Goro called to be picked up and then gave him money to go to a different hotel to wait out his rut. Something Ichiro said was done for all alphas in the organization.

“The last thing we need is your pheromones stinking up the place,” he’d said when Fumio tried to thank him. “You’re just gonna set everyone else off and start a fight, get out of here before you start.”

Not needing to be told twice, Fumio dashed quickly out of the house with the money and went straight to Goro’s hotel, where the now even needier omega had been sexting him from all day. Pictures of Goro lying nude in his makeshift nest, playing with his (rather extensive) collection of dildos and vibrators, already begging for Fumio’s knot before he even got there. Each one teased the alpha and tested his patience, his rut building up heavier and heavier putting Fumio’s control right on a razors edge. So with great haste, Fumio made it to the hotel and snuck up to Goro’s room. He had no idea if the family was monitoring the hotel, though he made doubly sure that he hadn’t been followed, but he rather be safe than sorry.

As soon as he knocked on the door, Goro opened it, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and pulled him in with a strength Fumio didn’t know the omega had. In the span of five seconds he was stripped completely naked and shoved promptly into the nest on the bed. The scent of slick and arousal hung heavy in the air and as he watched the dripping omega arrange his clothes into his nest, his ass up in the air showing his glistening hole, all sense of control faded from his mind and Fumio lunged. He grabbed Goro by the waist and flipped him around, getting a clear look at his glazed over eyes. The man had been completely consumed by his heat as he moaned at the slightest skin on skin contact and Fumio need to hear more.

Desperately, Goro ground his hips and rubbed against Fumio’s erect member and whined up at the alpha, unable to form words at the moment. Luckily, Fumio got the message and positioned Goro on the bed, legs spread wide, driving his cock deep inside of him in one push and began thrusting in and out as hard and as fast as he could. Goro came loudly after the first thrust, but was already building up to a second orgasm as the burning warmth that consumed his body and mind raged like an inferno. The only thing that could make it better was an alphas knot an Fumio had yet to push in in. Goro tried to roll his hips again and match his speed in a vain attempt to go deeper onto his bodyguards cock, but before he could get an momentum, Fumio flipped him over again and pushed his head down. When Goro tried to rise, Fumio growled, pushed him down again, and then leaned back and spanked his raised ass. Goro normally called the shots in the bedroom, but this time, Fumio made it clear that the alpha was in charge now.

Crying out in ecstasy with each spank, Goro happily resigned himself to Fumio’s care and let himself get plowed senselessly into the nest. In no time at all, Fumio’s swollen knot breached and firmly plugged Goro’s ass as the alpha came hard, curling in on himself. Goro himself came again as cum pumped endlessly into him, flexing his hole to milk his partner dry. Doubled over onto Goro’s back, Fumio nuzzled his face against the omega’s leather collar, wanting so badly to press is teeth against the inflamed glad beneath it. If it weren’t for that damned collar, Goro would easily be claimed by now, even when he wasn’t in rut, Fumio found himself trying to get past it. Had he been more cognitive in the moment he could have likely torn the leather apart in his current state, but for now it was locked up tight and only Goro knew where the key was. He wanted to make Goro his officially. His forever. He wanted to see him heavy with his pups, with a deep mating bite on his neck to let everyone know who he belonged to.

Lost in thought over trying to get the collar out of the way, he’d apparently ignored his omega for too long as Goro began to keen and whimper beneath him. He looked back at Fumio with watery eyes, demanding attention, but before he could start crying in earnest Fumio took his chin in hand and pulled him close for a kiss. It sated the omega for a moment, but soon Goro broke the kiss and began crying again. Fumio looked on confused and distressed as, still connected by the knot, his omega burning his face in the now sweat and slick soaked blanket and pounded his fists on the bed.

Fumio started to sweat again as he couldn’t figure out what was wrong and started running his hands over his partner’s body looking for injuries, terrified he’d done something to hurt his love. Goro moaned and cried under Fumio’s touch, and struggled to communicate what was wrong. Soon enough, Fumio’s search yielded results as his hand brushed against Goro’s throbbing erection and came to the realization that Goro hadn’t come a second time yet, despite the pounding he’d just received.

Cooing at his poor omega, and feeling like a bad alpha for ignoring the other man’s needs, Fumio reached around and gently took hold of Goro’s cock and began to stroke. Goro gasped sharply and pressed himself back against Fumio’s broad frame. Taking advantage of the position, Fumio used his other hand to reach up and play with Goro’s nipple. Happily sated, Goro finally came again and collapsed into the bed.

The two went back and forth between making love and fucking like a couple of rabbits for several more hours until exhaustion overcame them. With some clarity coming back to him, Fumio forced himself out of Goro, much to the other man’s displeasure, and went to the mini fridge that Goro had prepacked with snacks and drinks. Grabbing a couple bottles of water and a bag of apple slices, Fumio went back to his partner, who was half passed out in the nest, and sat him up to take a drink. At first Goro turned his head, wanting nothing more than to go to sleep so he could get up and start again, but after a firm growl from Fumio he began to drink. Fumio couldn’t help but chuckled and nibble at the omega’s puffed cheeks as he pouted. After feeding him some apple slices, Fumio went to the bathroom and brought back a wet cloth to wipe Goro down with. Once he was one they would go to sleep and wake up ready to go again, repeating the cycle for three days before they came back to their senses.

On the final day of their stay, Fumio woke up in the nest, almost throwing up at the stench of pheromones that lingered in the air and sheets that surrounded him, and felt a weight on his chest. He blushed as he looked down and saw Goro’s sleeping face pressed against his bare chest. For once in three days he wasn’t stuck inside of his partner and he was surprised that he found himself grateful for that. He would definitely need a sex break for a few days after everything they’d just put themselves through.

“I can feel you staring,” Goro said sleepily as his eyes fluttered open. “Like what you see?”

Fumio said nothing, only leaned down to kiss his forehead, making Goro blush.

“You’re such a dork,” he laughed and hid his face in the alpha’s chest.

“Yeah, but I’m your dork,” Fumio said. “Why don’t we go take a bath before we leave.”

“Sounds like a great idea. But… can you carry me? I can’t feel my legs right now.”

Fumio threw his head back and laughed, secretly proud of his handiwork, and got up with Goro still in his arms, carrying him princess style to the bath. The two didn’t do anything sexual (this time) during their soak. Fumio kept Goro snug in his arms and gently rubbed his back and stroked his hair as they let the hot water heal their tired bodies. Goro sighed contently and allowed Fumio to eventually carry him out and dress him.

They would return home and things would go back to normal and Goro reluctantly agreed to give Fumio a four day break from sex. However when that four days was up, there would be nothing to stop him from jumping his bodyguard once again.

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With things back to normal after his heat, Goro fell back into his average routine and resumed his visits to the omega center. Most omegas went once or twice a month, but Goro was willing to admit he was high maintenance enough to go one a week to keep up his physical and mental health. He lived in a high stress environment with the yakuza after all, even if they did treat him like a princess, and he was surrounded by alphas. On the surface it didn’t bother him and he could hold his own, but deep down it made him extremely insecure and set him a bit on edge.

So today he was going to devote to pampering himself and getting mentally prepared to go back to that pheromone hell hole he called his home. As he rounded the corner to the see the center he saw a
teenaged boy pacing outside the door under the watchful eye of the guard, who had his nose and mouth covered by a handkerchief. A quick wiff told Goro why in an instant. This poor boy was just coming off of his heat and judging by his age, it was most likely his first heat.

“Are you alright?” Goro asked, cautiously approaching the teen. “You look stressed.”

Caught off guard by the sudden concern, the boy nearly tripped over himself and stumbled back.

“I’m sorry” Goro lightly chuckled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay,” the boy said in a small voice, looking anywhere but at the older omega.

“Are you going in? I take it it’s your first time at a center?”

“That obvious, huh?”

Upon further inspection, Goro could see that the boy was wearing dirty clothes and he looked like he hadn’t bathed in days. It broke his heart to think that the kid could be homeless, but all signs were pointing to it. He couldn’t imagine being newly presented and living on the streets. Poor thing didn’t even have a collar to protect himself from being claimed by an alpha. Getting a little closer, Goro could see he didn’t have any mating bites, which filled him with relief, he was far to young for that. He couldn’t have been much older than fifteen and that was still early to present a secondary gender.

“How about we walk in together?” Goro said, offering his hand, a maternal instinct he didn’t think he had yet bubbled up to the surface and he was dying to give this kid a warm bath and a hot meal. “It’s a nice place, you’ll be taken care of here.”

The boy looked Goro over, clearly distrustful, but after a long moment, he reached out and took Goro’s hand lightly. Smiling widely, Goro lead him inside and straight to the lockers, each one equipped with a key attached to plastic bracelet.

“Have you ever been to a bath house?” Goro asked.

The boy nodded.

“Good, it’s really similar to that, accept there are more rooms and amenities. Leave your stuff in a locker up here and bring the key with you.”

The two placed their belongings away and Goro quickly lead him to the communal baths.

“My name’s Koizumi, Goro,” he said as he sat the boy down in front of a low shower. “What’s yours?”

“…Nao.”

“Well it’s nice to meet you, Nao. May I wash your hair for you?”

Goro didn’t know where all this caring was coming from but he supposed it was his instincts. A pup in need was a pup in need no matter how old they actually were. A sour smell of sadness emanated from Nao but before Goro could take it back he slightly nodded his head, keeping his gaze averted to the floor. Goro’s smile widened and he sat down behind his new friend to get to work. He gently washed his hair and moved onto his back while Nao did the rest, cleaning away what must have been a weeks worth of grime before they deemed him clean enough to move onto the tub while Goro washed himself.

“Thanks,” Nao said as he sunk down to his neck. “This is the best I’ve felt in a long time.”

“It’s a nice place to be, you know it’s free to use the facilities here, you don’t have to be shy about coming in. But I understand being a little shy about your first time coming in. After all, you only presented a little while ago, huh?”

Nao blushed heavily, though it may have been from the heat of the water, and nodded again.

“It was last week. I thought I was dying.”

“I did too. My family is all alphas, so they had no idea what was going on at first either. It was a learning experience for all of us.”

“Really? All alphas?”

“Yup, four alpha brothers and an alpha father.”

“Wow…”

“What about your family Nao, were they surprised?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

“Hmm?”

“I’m an only child, my parents are both alphas. They were hoping I’d be one too. But, like always, I just seem to disappoint.”

Not wanting to be to bold, Goro left it be for the moment and got into the tub with him. He’d ask some more later, but for now they wouldn’t get anywhere if he pried and scared the poor boy off.

After their much needed soak, they redressed and Goro brought Nao to the dining hall where he filled the boys plate to the brim with sandwiches, then took him to the nap room. The nap room was a padded room of pillows and blankets with soothing white noise playing over a speaker. Two other omegas were already in there making nests, but if Goro kept his voice down, he’d be able to get a few more answers. Though a sinking feeling in his gut told him he already knew what the answers were gonna be.

“Have you nested before?” Goro asked to get the ball rolling again.

Nao shook his head and stood awkwardly in the doorway, wringing his hands.

“No need to be nervous. I can make a nest for both of us if you’d like. You know, show you how it’s done.”

“Yeah… that would be nice.”

Goro got to work, showing his new charge step by step how to put a solid nest together with the sheets and blankets available, carving in a cozy pocket for each of them.

“Come on in,” Goro said as he laid down, beckoning for Nao to join him.

Ever so slowly, Nao crept over and into his pocket of the nest, where he nestled in close to the soft blankets. If the bags under his eye were any indication, he’d been missing out on a good nights sleep for a while.

“Nao..” Goro hesitantly started, his voice at a whisper. He had to know the truth before he let this boy go back out into the cold world by himself. “Nao, do you have a safe place to stay tonight?”

“What do you mean?”

“You made it sound like your family wasn’t really in the picture. I just wanted to make sure you’ll be safe when you leave here.”

“What’s it to you? We don’t even know each other.”

“Call it instincts. You’ll understand when you’re older.”

Nao huffed and hid his face in the fleece surrounding him. He was quiet for a long while, so much so that Goro thought he’d fallen to sleep, but soon he spoke again, his voice watery.

“M-my parents threw me out when I presented.”

Goro’s heart clenched and he reached over to pull his new friend close as he started to cry. The other two omegas in the room didn’t seem to mind the disturbance as they cooed sympathetically at their plight. Omegas were more emotionally driven creatures after all, Nao definitely had been the first to have a good cry in the care center.

“I’m sorry that happened,” Goro whispered into the younger’s hair as he pet it. He’d been afraid his own father would throw him out when he presented as an omega, but he’d been pleasantly surprised by his calm reaction when it happened. Even now, without any pups of his own, Goro couldn’t fathom throwing a newly presented teen out on the streets to fend for themselves. Progress for omegas was being made every year, but discrimination was still high with backwards thinking people like Nao’s parents. “Where have you been staying?”

“An Internet cafe here in Shinjuku. I’ve got some savings, but if I want to eat that’s all I can afford.”

“Doesn’t your school have resources?”

“I haven’t been to school since presenting. I’m scared to go back and I know my parents have stopped the tuition payments. I have no where else to go. I only came here today because I heard there was free food.”

Nao was crying freely now, holding onto Goro for dear life as he did. Goro only held him close and rocked gently from side to side. He couldn’t leave this pup to fend for himself any longer, it would kill them both to neglect needs like these. Luckily for them, Goro knew just what to do

“Nao-chan, I have an idea,” he said, “it’s gonna be a little weird at first, but it’s going to help you. Will you let me help you?”

With no other real choice, Nao nodded and buried his face in Goro’s chest, crying himself to sleep. Goro wished he had his phone on him so he could text Fumio for help, at least to let him know his plan. Oh well, he figured it would just have to be a surprise for everybody. For now, he snuggled down and got a little shut eye himself.

“No, no, no,” Koizumi said as his youngest son and a total stranger bowed on their hands and knees before him. His other two sons had assembled in his office as soon as Goro arrived home with an outsider. “Absolutely not.”

“How do you keep picking up strays at the care center?” Jiro asked, exasperated.

“No one was talking to you,” Goro growled at his big brother.

Ichiro only rolled his eyes. He’d lived through 25 years of his brothers antics, but this was certainly the weirdest thing he’d made a habit of.

“Please, I’ll work very hard, sir,” Nao said, bowing deeper, his head touching the floor.

Fumio stood off to the side, watching on dumbfounded and with a vague sense of Deja Vu. Jiro was right, only Goro could go off on a spa day and come back with a whole ass person in tow like it was a stray cat. When he arrived to pick him up, Goro had gotten in the car with the kid and said nothing, like he just expected to Fumio to go along with what ever hair brained scheme he’d come up with… and he did.

“Please, Daddy,” Goro begged and shuffled closer to his father, his hands clasped in front of him. “Please let him stay. He can do chores and run errands, I’ll take care of him, I promise.”

“This isn’t like a puppy, Goro,” Koizumi said, rubbing his temples. “The organization is no place for an omega, I don’t even like sending you on errands.”

Goro’s cheeks puffed out as he pouted, his father was too traditional to allow an omega to officially joins his yakuza’s ranks, and if he were being honest with himself, Goro didn’t truly want Nao in them either. It was dangerous with so many alphas around a young omega. Knowing there was only one other method to get his way, Goro swallowed his pride and whipped up some quick tears.

“Then is there no place for me either, Daddy?” he asked, choked and sniffling. It was a dirty trick, but not one that he was above.

“No!” Koizumi exclaimed, trying to back track as he realized what exactly he’d said. “It’s just- you’re different, you’re a part of this family.”

“And I want Nao to be a part of that family too. He has nothing and nobody. Wouldn’t you want someone to help me if I were in his shoes.”

“I’ve heard enough,” Jiro said and stormed over to Nao, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing him up. “We have no place for an omega and we’re not going to keep wasting our time with this!”

“Jiro, calm down,” Ichiro said, and went to block the door.

“Goro-san!” Nao cried out, reaching for his fellow omega. This was the first time an strange alpha had ever laid hand on him and it terrified him to no end. “Help!”

In a flash, Goro was off the ground and lunged at his brother. Tackling him to the ground and drawing blood with his claws and he snatched Nao back. Jiro growled loudly and clasped his now injured wrist to his chest and blood stained his shirt. Off to the side of the room now, Goro knelt hunched over Nao, panting heavily and hissing as he bared his small fangs in defiance. It took a lot of courage to go against an alpha like that, but Goro was running on pure instinct now.

“Goro, that’s enough!” Ichiro shouted in his alpha voice. He’d only used it a scant few times on his brother and only during emergencies when he was sure his brother was in danger of hurting himself. “Sit and calm down!”

But to everyone’s shock, Goro was resisting. He hissed louder and pulled Nao closer, though the younger omega was trying desperately to escape now, unsure of his friends current state. All Goro knew in that moment was that someone was trying to take his pup away and he didn’t like that one bit.

“Don’t you dare yell at him like that!” Fumio shouted, shoulders broadened and ready to fight. No one spoke to his omega like that without answering to him, work rankings be damned.

“What did you say to him?” Jiro growled and shoved Fumio, who shoved back. But before things could escalate, Koizumi stood.

“That is quite enough!” He boomed over them, his alpha voice much more powerful than there’s as Goro actually began to falter.

The alphas instinctually bowed their heads to the most dominant in the room and took a few steps away from each other. The light slowly came back to Goro’s eyes as he loosened his grip on Nao and slowly stood up to meet his fathers eyes.

“Goro,” Koizumi said, gently putting his hands on his youngest sons shoulders. “We’ll keep Nao here for now until we can come up with a more permanent solution. But he’ll have to earn his keep around the house if he wants to stay.” He turned his attention to Nao. “I trust that won’t be an issue.”

“N-no sir,” Nao stammered, shaking his head.

Goro took a few deep breaths and nodded. Letting his head tilt down to rub his cheek against his father’s hand.

“Thank you,” he said, his voice strained under the exhaustion of what he’d just done. He’d never reacted so violently before and it scared and thrilled him to think he was capable of that.

“And you three,” Koizumi said, turning back to the three alphas. “I’d better not see any infighting like that ever again. Understood?”

“Yessir,” the three grumbled with their heads hung low in shame at how they’d all lost control.

Koizumi gave Goro and Nao one last pat on the head and turned to take his leave with Ichiro and Jiro following close behind. Fumio made sure they were far enough away before approaching his omega, who had taken to preening their new charge.

“Mine now,” Goro hummed, pleased to have his alpha and pup with him all at once.

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Jiro sat tiredly in his office as his most trusted subordinate, Masaki, wrapped his bleeding arm in a bandage.

“Damned brat,” he muttered under is breath. “Gets away with everything just because he’s a damned omega.”

“And you’d still take a bullet for him,” Masaki said, grinning knowingly up at his fellow alpha. He’d heard Jiro rant about his little brother countless times, but he knew Jiro loved Goro regardless. This definitely wasn’t the first time they’d fought, but Goro had certainly never drawn blood before.

“I could go without the smarmy tone,” Jiro said, glaring half heartedly at Masaki. Masaki only snorted and leaned down to kiss the bandages.

“You know you love me too.”

Jiro said nothing but the blush spreading across his cheeks told said enough.

“You’re stressed, let me take care of you, yeah?”

“… did you lock the door?”

Masaki nodded enthusiastically and, before Jiro could protest or back out, he had the other alpha over his lap with his pants off.

“Suck,” he ordered as he held two fingers up to Jiro’s mouth.

Obediently, and completely red in the face, Jiro did as he was told and took Masaki’s fingers in his mouth and began to suck, lathering them up as he swirled his tongue. He’d kill anyone who found out about this, but he and Masaki had been seeing each other intimately for almost a year now. Having to be in control all of the time was a hard job and they certainly worked in a high stress environment with the yakuza. Jiro had been hesitant to give up that control at first, working himself into the ground to please his father and earn his seat at the table, and Masaki had quickly taken notice of his boss’s weariness. So he decided to take the edge of the only way an alpha knew how and propositioned him one day when they were alone together. At first Jiro had nearly killed him for even suggesting such a thing, but after a few days of the silent treatment, he returned to Masaki, more exhausted than the man had ever seen him, and shakily accepted the offer. Now their “hookups” had become a semi regular thing between them.

Once Masaki was satisfied with Jiro’s work, he pulled his fingers away inserted one into the older alpha’s ass, quickly followed by another. Jiro covered his mouth with his hands to stifle a moan as Masaki’s fingers pumped and stretched him, just barely missing his prostate each time. Masaki sighed, he wished he could hear the beautiful sounds his partner made, but alas they were still technically at work. He’d have to get Jiro to a hotel soon so they could be as loud as they wanted.

He worked his fingers in and out of Jiro for a long while, until he was certain he was ready. Alphas weren’t built for taking knots like how omegas were, so he had to make sure his partner was stretched properly before they really started their fun. After untucking himself from the confines of his slacks and stroking himself to hardness, he guided Jiro up to a sitting position on his lap and helped him raise his hips so he was hovering over his cock, both of their knots inflated in anticipation.

Slowly, Jiro slid down and impaled himself on the member, choking on sobs and groans as he did, until he reached the knot.

“It’s okay, baby,” Masaki crooned to his lover, his voice low and rasped, grunting as Jiro tightened nervously around him. “Just relax and take your time.”

Eager to prove he could take it, Jiro forced himself down and made himself take the knot until it was completely inside. Breathlessly, he leaned against Masaki and let him suck and nibbled on his shoulders. Rough hands grasped Jiro around his waste and guided him to lay down on the desk, and not wasting anymore time (as someone could still come to the door at any second) Masaki began to thrust hard and fast.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” he whispered as he felt himself go deeper and deeper into the alpha. “You’re such a good boy, aren’t you?”

Jiro whimpered and covered his face, unable to bare the praise without tears coming to his eyes. He rolled his hips in rhythm to Masaki’s thrusts, normally he was something of a pillow princess, but if he contributed to the sex it would go by faster. Masaki preferred their slower, tender love making, so he could take him apart and put him back together piece by piece, but in their current setting he understood the need for haste.

In a manner of minutes both men swallowed howls as they came together, Jiro’s knot painting his stomach in heavy spurts of cum. The same could be said for his insides as Masaki’s knot began to deflate. Panting, Masaki reached across the desk, picked up a box of tissues and began cleaning Jiro. Just as he finished wiping his stomach clean, Masaki heard stifled whimpers and sobs coming from his partner.

Still hidden behind his hands and emotionally raw from the sex, Jiro wept openly and his chest heaved.

“Oh, baby,” Masaki cooed worriedly, quickly pulling Jiro into his arms and rubbing his back. “No, no, no. No tears. Everything is okay. You did so well.”

Lately, Jiro had become a little more emotionally driven and it was most apparent during and after sex. But Masaki didn’t mind it one bit, he loved taking care of his precious crybaby. He rocked back and forth and continued to rub his lovers back, Jiro loved the attention, but part of him was worried. He’d felt so different lately. More that just emotionally, on a deeper level he was different physically too, but he couldn’t quite find the words to describe what it was. There was no one he could ask either without sacrificing his reputation and risking exposure to his family. Which would also mean putting Masaki in danger as well. For now he would just have to bare it and see what would happen.