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Chuuya wakes up with the full body soreness and slight mental fog that he has come to associate with his rut. Although this time as his senses kick back in and his eyes open he doesn’t feel the restraints he’s used to waking up in.
“Dazai?” He croaks out.
A familiar voice registers as a face pops into view. “Is Chibi back with me?”
“Mostly, asshole.”
“I can tell as much now, Slug,” he says with a smirk and a slight glimmer in his eyes. “Are you feeling alright?”
“Yeah.”
“Back to one word responses?” Dazai has an expression on his face that never fails to make Chuuya want to punch him.
“Shut up, you smug bastard!” Chuuya lunges and tackles Dazai, pinning him to the bed.
The bastard grins up at him, “You didn’t mind my scent much earlier Slug!” And that’s what really pushes Chuuya into thinking that something is off.
Chuuya and Dazai had always had to restrain each other during their ruts since even though the other would register as mate-adjacent, they were both alphas, which always led to them lashing out in conflicting emotions.
The only way to get an alpha to bite another during rut, the only time when an alpha could make a mating bite, was to get the alpha used to the other’s scent during the rut period and only then would instinct register the other as a mate. However if the process is interrupted then progress is completely lost and will have to be restarted during the next rut.
Unfortunately for them, they somehow always managed to get interrupted by something and so every cycle ended without any marks.
Chuuya’s eyes snap to Dazai’s, for once unbandaged, neck. And sitting there was a bite mark the right size for Chuuya’s teeth.
Dazai giggles. “You finally noticed? You’re even slower than usual, Slug!”
“We . . . actually did it?” Chuuya asks, voice flat.
“Yep!”
And the only response Chuuya can come up with with his brain still slightly foggy is to kiss his partner.