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When Yamada had insisted on going to a club with Nemuri, Aizawa knew he would have to come along. He couldn’t just let his mate go to a club when they hadn’t made it official yet. Or when Yamada hadn’t realized they were mates. Maybe the reality of the situation was that Aizawa hadn’t even expressed wanting to be Yamada’s mate, except for the fact that he’d been slowly spending more and more time with Yamada. But regardless, he couldn’t just let Yamada go and have some other alpha woo him.
Aizawa refused to lose Yamada.
Now he was in his room, staring at himself in the mirror and feeling ridiculous. He was dressed in tight black jeans, an article of clothing that Nemuri had bought him to ‘lure in mates.’ Aizawa thought they were obnoxiously tight, showing every curve of his legs. But maybe they would work. He hadn’t ever tried them out before. And Yamada had told him to ‘dress sexy.’ He hoped the pants counted as sexy.
Glancing at his bed, he looked over the shirts he had laid out. Nemuri had suggested a button down, but that felt too formal. He picked up a black t-shirt before he glanced at the white button down on his sheets. Yamada had once complimented him on how good he looked in formal clothes. He put on the white shirt.
Finally, he turned to the mirror and looked himself over. Touching a hand to his jaw, he tilted his face a bit. He needed a shave. Moving into the bathroom. He put his hair up in a ponytail and made quick work of shaving his face. As soon as he was done, a loud knock sounded from the front door. After checking himself over once more, Aizawa got the door.
“You ready, big bad alpha?” Nemuri stood in the doorway with a bottle of liquor and a big smile. Her jaw dropped when she saw Aizawa. “Whoa. Someone’s trying to get laid tonight! But you cannot wear that shirt like that. Come here.” She pulled him closer and unbuttoned almost half the buttons on his shirt.
“And why is it helpful for you to take my clothes off? I thought you just said I looked nice.” Nemuri shrugged a bit, focusing on making sure Aizawa’s collar was pressed down.
“If you show off a bit of that strong chest and some of this manly chest hair, you’ll be having omegas begging for your attention. Take it from a mated alpha. I know what I’m doing.” Aizawa rolled his eyes.
“Emi is hardly difficult to impress.” Nemuri smacked Aizawa’s chest and breathed out in annoyance, but a bit of a smile worked its way onto her face.
“Stop that! Emi is an omega just as much as anyone else...even if she is easy to impress. Anyway, come on. Yamada’s going to meet us at the club in a bit, he had to do something or another.”
Aizawa nodded a bit as he grabbed his shoes and his keys.
Tonight he could totally do it. He wasn’t nervous at all. And it wasn’t like he was confessing, just trying to keep Yamada safe.
He wasn’t hoping that maybe Yamada would want to do more than dance with him tonight. He shook his head a bit when his thoughts turned to imagining what Yamada would look laying in Aizawa’s bed.
Nemuri and Aizawa rode to the club in comfortable silence, her bottle of liquor now put away when Aizawa had noted that they couldn’t bring their own drinks. She was their driver for the night, wanting to be sober to pick up her mate from the airport early the next morning.
The silence was finally broken by Nemuri. “I know you dressed up for Yamada. And I know you’re coming just to look after him. You’ve been scenting him recently. More than usual. He’s going to notice.” Nemuri glanced at Aizawa to see how stiff he had become. He was clutching the door of the car like he wanted to jump out.
“I’m not.”
“You’re a bad liar.”
Aizawa let out a huff. “I’m not doing all this for Yamada. Besides, he’s not even interested.” Nemuri shook her head a bit, coming to a stop at a light before she looked to Aizawa.
“Why don’t you stop assuming shit and just go for it? Yamada isn’t going to go away. He’s not that type of guy. Why don’t you offer to dance with him tonight? Maybe pull him close and kiss him? What’s the worst that can happen? He pushed you away and runs off? Run after him and apologize. You’re not going to be able to live with yourself if you just never take your chance to make him yours.” Nemuri finished just as the light changed color, a bit of aggravation to her frame. “You’ll hate yourself for it.”
Aizawa looked out the window. “It’s not my place. He doesn’t need to be bothered with-”
“Fuck that, Aizawa! Imagine the best case scenario. Imagine him kissing you back, pulling you closer and then looking at you with desire. Imagine him calling you his alpha. How does that make you feel?” Aizawa closed his eyes and felt his heart contract. He wanted that. He wanted to take Yamada home and kiss him silly, to unwrap him like the gift he is and finally make Yamada his.
“Like a dream. Which it is. A pipe dream. It won’t happen Nemuri. Drop it.”
“But-”
“I said drop it.” His alpha voice dominated the rumble of thunder from Aizawa’s chest. Nemuri fell silent, annoyed but unable to speak anymore. Aizawa was more powerful than her.
They arrived soon after, Nemuri getting out of the car without a word as Aizawa followed.
Nemuri went to the restroom as Aizawa found a table as far away from the speakers as he could get. He was only sitting there for a few moments before a beta was sliding up to him, her lips glossy and her lashes dark.
“Hello there, alpha.” Her voice came out like she was trying to imitate an omega’s purr, but the tone fell flat. Aizawa gave her half a glance before he was taking out his phone to text Yamada.
The beta moved closer, a pout on her lips. “Hey, don’t ignore me.” She smirked a little as she moved closer, placing a hand on Aizawa’s chest. He looked at her hand and then glared, his eyes burning.
She smiled. “I like that look in your eyes. You look so...aggressive.” She flutters her eyelashes and bit her lip. “Are you aggressive in bed as well?” Aizawa sighs, her hand making his anger rise.
“Shouta! I’m so glad to-”
Aizawa felt his blood freeze as he heard Yamada’s voice. The girl moved closer and released a bit of pheromones as if she was claiming Aizawa. Yamada looked over the scene before him and his face changed from excitement to annoyance.
“Oh. I see you’re busy.” Aizawa stiffened as the girl smirked and ran her hand down Aizawa’s chest to touch his thigh.
“He is. Run along now, omega.” Aizawa growled lowly at that. The girl flinched away. She looked to Aizawa in shock before he was moving her out of the booth.
“No one talks to him like that. Get lost, bitch.” The girl looked floored, but Aizawa stood and pulled Yamada close, scenting him without realizing. He spotted Yamada’s smug smirk as the girl scurried away before he turned to Yamada.
“She was coming onto you?” Aizawa nodded genty, moving a bit closer and drinking in Yamada’s scent. Once he was finally calming down, Yamada smiled up at him.
“Well, now that she’s gone, I wanted to tell you something. You look amazing! You even shaved!"
Aizawa nodded a little, pleased that Yamada had yet to pull away from him. “I did. I wanted to look nice tonight.” Yamada nodded a little.
“A good idea! We aren't getting any younger! Come on, let’s dance!” Aizawa shook his head a little.
“You know I don’t dance. You go on, I’ll get us some drinks.” Yamada smiled widely and nodded excitedly.
“Then I’ll see you in a bit?” Aizawa nodded as he reluctantly let Yamada’s waist go. Before he could blink, Yamada was off in the crowd.
He moved to the bar and ordered two drinks for himself and Yamada before Nemuri appeared next to him. “Make that three!” Aizawa looked to Nemuri before he nodded to the bartender. Nemuri turned and looked over the dancefloor as he waited. “He looks good tonight, doesn’t he?” Aizawa nodded, not looking at the dancefloor to make sure their drinks were made properly.
“He does. But Yamada looks good in everything he wears.” Nemuri chuckled a little at Aizawa’s soft words.
“Looks like he’s getting the attention he wanted.” Aizawa didn’t turn, his focus on the drinks and not Nemuri’s words.
“Oh, that guy’s an alpha. Yamada looks so happy.” He couldn’t turn around as Nemuri spoke. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to see Yamada happy with someone else. His heart couldn’t take it.
“I think he’s about to make his move...oh! There he goes. He’s kissing-” Aizawa turned around quickly to see Yamada dancing on the dance floor, an alpha right near him. He wasn’t kissing Yamada, though. Did he miss it? Did that guy-
“No. He didn’t kiss him. But you got angry, didn’t you? Go get him, tiger. Or else you’re going to lose him.” Aizawa turned to their drinks before he grabbed his and downed it. Nemuri chuckled as Aizawa slammed the glass down before moving through the crowd, quickly putting himself between the alpha and Yamada.
Yamada’s eyes lit up when he saw Aizawa. “You’re gonna dance? Hell yeah!” Aizawa watched as Yamada grabbed his hands and pulled him closer. Aizawa felt his heart stutter as Yamada turned and reached one arm around himself to grab Aizawa’s neck. He gulped as Yamada used his other arm to guide Aizawa’s hands to his waist. “You can just move with me. I know you don’t have much experience dancing.”
Aizawa let Yamada lead, trying to catch his breath as he felt Yamada’s ass push into his crotch. They moved together and Aizawa wanted nothing more than to push his face into Yamada’s neck and breath in his scent. He could practically taste the caramel and honey this close. His mouth watered.
“You can touch me more. Just let go, Aizawa. I’m not going to run away.” For a moment, Aizawa hesitated, but Yamada was letting out a reassuring pheromone and it was done. Aizawa was letting his alpha take over, gripping Yamada’s hips a bit harder and he moved against Yamada. He buried his face in Yamada’s neck and barely restrained himself from biting down when Yamada released a very pleased scent.
The music changed to some song Yamada knew. He excitedly moved his arm away for a moment before he was looking at Aizawa,smirking as he danced. Aizawa gulped as Yamada began singing and dancing with Aizawa. Yamada had no idea how much he was teasing with the way he was moving his hips. Aizawa didn’t take his time, bringing Yamada closer and moving his hands to his best friend’s ass. Yamada smirked.
“Getting into it, aren’t you? Come on, Aizawa, lose yourself in me. Don’t think about anything else.” Aizawa was drunk off of Yamada, pulling him flush against his chest before he moved to kiss Yamada. He stopped just before he could connect their lips, touching his forehead to Yamada’s. “Do it. I want you to do it, Shouta. Come on, please.”
Aizawa breathed in deeply, his eyes burning as he looked into Yamada’s eyes. “What do you want me to do?” His voice came out deep and rough. Yamada let out a breath, wrapping his arms around Aizawa’s neck.
“Kiss me.” Aizawa didn’t give Yamada time to say anything else. The kiss was rough, Aizawa pulling him tightly against his chest. Yamada even tasted good. His hands went into Aizawa’s hair before they got stuck on his ponytail. Aizawa felt Yamada pull his hair loose from the hairband. The couple broke apart after seconds or minutes and looked into each other’s eyes.
Yamada looked so beautiful. His lips were a bit swollen and his eyes were big and vulnerable, every emotion running through them laid bare for Aizawa to see. “I love you.” Aizawa was barely breathing as Yamada whispered those words.
“Let me take you home. I don’t want to...rush this. Hizashi, let’s go home.” Yamada’s eyes watered. Aizawa could taste how distressed he was. He untangled himself from Aizawa’s arms before he was rushing away. Aizawa bolted after him, only catching him outside. “Hizashi, what’s wrong? Why are you so upset?” Yamada tried to get away again, but Aizawa held him tightly and pumped out a soothing scent. Finally, Yamada looked up at Aizawa with tears in his eyes. Aizawa felt his heart crack.
“I told you I loved you. And you just said we should go home. Why didn’t you say it back? You don’t love me?” Aizawa shook his head, trying to comfort the almost hysterical omega. He started crying harder at that. “I knew it! This has all been so stupid! I’ve wanted to be your mate for years and now that I’m finally brave enough, I finally thought you were interested. But of course you’re not! You’re just-”
Aizawa silenced him with a kiss, holding Yamada close. The way the omega’s body melted into his made Aizawa’s heart ache. He pulled away after a few moments. “I don’t want to force you. I don’t want to rush any feelings you have. But I love you, too.” Yamada’s eyes widened and he smiled, a soft sign of happiness leaving him.
“You do?” Aizawa nodded gently as he pulled Yamada closer.
“I do. Come on, let’s head to my place. I want you to myself.” Yamada chuckled a little and moved closer to Aizawa, wrapping his arms around the alpha’s waist. Aizawa let out a soft, pleased purr. “I much rather you with me than with some other alpha.”
Yamada raised an eyebrow as he looked up at Aizawa. “Really? Were you jealous of me dancing with other people?” Aizawa didn’t say anything, just tightened his hold over Yamada’s waist. “You were! You get jealous, Sho? Oh that’s wonderful. I’ll have to keep that in mind so I know just how to push your buttons.”
The glare Aizawa leveled Yamada with was harsh. “You wouldn’t.” Yamada smirked.
“Try me,” Aizawa scoffed at Yamada’s words before picking him up and hauling him over his shoulder. Yamada let out a small shriek as he grabbed on tightly to Aizawa’s shirt. “Put me down! Shouta, put me down!”
Aizawa chuckled as he continued to his apartment, only after a few minutes did he move Yamada from on his shoulder to cradled in his arms. He stopped and looked down at his omega with fondness before he continued walking. “I only get jealous because I care about you.”
Yamada smiled softly and kissed Aizawa’s cheek. “Good. Now bring me home. I wanna be your mate completely.” Aizawa smirked and looked to his omega once more.
“That sounds wonderful. I hope you’re ready.”
Yamada moved his lips to Aizawa’s ear. “I’ve been ready since you presented.” Aizawa sucked a breath in, walking a little faster.
“Then let’s not waste time.” Yamada chuckled as he pressed his lips to Aizawa’s cheek again.
“I can’t wait.”