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The door opened, causing Bokuto to look up. His arms ached from the restraints holding him in place, and his eyes strained to visualize the figure in front of him. “Good morning, dear,” Akaashi called out into the darkness. He should have known.
Akaashi closed the distance between them and pulled the fabric from Bokuto’s mouth. He sputtered and coughed for a moment before looking up at Akaashi. “How are you feeling, Koutarou? We’re just a few short days away from our ceremony. Are you as excited as I am?”
“Why would I be?”
“Why wouldn’t you? That’s the better question. My family has more power, status, and wealth than you could ever imagine. You come from a lowly family of soldiers, forced to fight our battles and develop our dominion. You should be so lucky as to be sharing the rest of your days with me.” Akaashi bent down to Bokuto’s level to look him in the eye. “You’re nothing but a disposable creature.”
“Then why do you need me?” Akaashi smirked and placed a hand on the side of Bokuto’s face, his thumb pulling down Bokuto’s lower lip as he stuck the digit inside. Bokuto bit down gently with his teeth, adding a little pressure to Akaashi’s thumb, but not hard enough to cause any real pain. He rolled his tongue around the skin, tasting a sweet familiar flavor he had come accustomed to on these short visits. He hated Akaashi, but their bodies were already connected and it was becoming increasingly difficult to sever that connection.
“You know why. You and I are almost bonded. Our blood knows it, our bodies desire it. You may be a pathetically repulsive man, but soon we will become one. It’s impossible to fight destiny, Koutarou. We will see each other in a few more days, on the night of the lunar eclipse, and become mates for life.”
“And what are you going to do if I don’t? What if I refuse?” Bokuto asked. Akaashi pulled his thumb out of Bokuto’s mouth quickly, his nail scratching the bottom lip and drawing a small amount of blood.
“If you refuse, Koutarou, I will kill you in the most painful way possible. Whether that means flaying you alive or quartering your body with horses, I don’t care. But I will make you suffer.”
“I have fought in the last four Silver Dragon campaigns. I have faced death several times, I have sat in the mouth of a dire wolf and lived to tell the tale. Why do you think I should be frightened of you?”
Akaashi smiled and moved closer to Bokuto. His eyes shone, even in the dark, the blue pools of fire burning hotter than the Styx. He placed his hand on Bokuto’s throat and closed the distance, their lips connecting before Akaashi pulled away, letting his tongue trace Bokuto’s lip, wiping the blood from it.
“Those creatures were acting on instinct alone, Koutarou. Have you ever met an Omega enacting their revenge?” Bokuto smirked, but he felt a small tremor run down his spine as Akaashi’s smile spread across his face.
“If you really wanted to show me your love, you should remove these shackles. What’s stopping us from being together right now?”
Akaashi stood, the smile from his face gone. “Ah, you tend to believe that the Omegas are purely emotional beings that fall for the schemes of the Alphas around them. You forget how stupid you are. While I may be emotional, in general, and I will kill you if given a good enough reason, I am also far smarter than you will ever hope to be. You will not be escaping this arrangement. You will be bonded with me at our ceremony. And you will provide me with suitable offspring. If you are unable to do any of those things, you will die.”
Akaashi pulled the fabric gag back to Bokuto’s mouth and walked away, closing the large metal door behind him, and cascading the room back into darkness. Bokuto sat alone in silence, thinking about his future mate. He wanted nothing more than to strangle Akaashi or stab him in the chest. And yet, when they kissed, when they touched, he was aroused. He felt his blood turn hot when Akaashi was close and could tell he was coming just from the scent alone. He was going to have to find a way to get over the fact that he wanted to murder his future mate.
The night of the lunar eclipse came. Bokuto could smell Akaashi’s pheromones from inside his cell and it made his breathing ragged and his blood boil. He waited for the moment Akaashi would come into the room and taunt him but was a little surprised when someone else came in. A tall man with messy black hair walked into the room and removed the gag from Bokuto’s mouth.
“Where’s Keiji?” he growled.
“It’s not safe for him to be around you right now. You have to wait for the ceremony.”
“I want him now.”
“I know. He’s in heat and it’s making you react. You have to get through your ceremony and bond as mates, then you can have him all you want.” The man removed the shackles from the wall, but the cuffs remained around Bokuto’s wrists. The man held them tight as Bokuto resisted.
“Let me go,” he snarled, his eyes wild.
“We’re going. Take a breath.” They walked down a long corridor, and with each step, Bokuto could feel Akaashi’s presence a little more. They reached the end of the hallway and walked outside. Bokuto looked forward and could see Akaashi standing under a large tree, his skin shining under the stars. He looked up at the sky and could tell the eclipse would be coming soon. “You can let me go now. I won’t hurt him.”
The shackles were released. Bokuto rubbed his wrists and walked forward. “If anything happens, I’ll be back here. And I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Bokuto looked at the man, he tried to remember his name but drew a blank. He simply nodded and continued to walk forward.
As he reached the end of the path where Akaashi stood under a large cherry blossom tree, he was able to fully see the figure in front of him. Akaashi wore a sheer robe, the lines of his porcelain body accentuated by the fabric. Bokuto could see where the once harsh and masculine lines were now more rounded and full as Akaashi’s heat took over him.
Akaashi turned and looked at Bokuto, his eyes a magnificent blue, encapsulating the very essence of Bokuto’s soul. The desire to harm, to kill, was drowned in a wave of want, need. Bokuto began to undress, removing the rags he had become accustomed to during his time in his cell. Akaashi’s eyes raked over the landscape of Bokuto’s muscles, large and firm, ready to take him, mate with him, bond with him for the remainder of their days. He removed the robe and let it fall to the ground.
Bokuto and Akaashi stood next to one another under the tree, small pink petals falling gracefully to the ground around them. They were exposed to the world, to each other, and they were both ready to begin. They looked up and saw that the lunar eclipse was almost on them. Akaashi turned to Bokuto, a small smile on his face, and nodded.
They faced each other, holding hands, chanting the ritualistic mantra for marriage ceremonies. The universe responded as the energy between them became one and their spirits connected. The boughs of the tree swayed rapidly around them until the mantra was completed, leaving them showered in a storm of petals as they descended to the ground.
“Are you ready, Koutarou?”
“Yes.” Akaashi took a step forward and wrapped his arms around Bokuto’s neck, feeling his warm chest pressed against his own. Bokuto placed his hands on Akaashi’s hips, gliding his fingers up and down the smooth skin. They closed the distance, their lips meeting harshly, bruising. Their tongues fought for dominance and their teeth scraped each other’s lips. Their mouths became a mess of saliva and blood as the heat in their blood grew hotter.
Bokuto lifted Akaashi up, pulling his legs around his waist, and slammed his back into the cherry blossom tree. Akaashi felt the scrape of the bark, the bite of pain against his skin, but continued to press forward. His skin felt like it was on fire underneath Bokuto’s touch, and he wanted more. More heat, more pain.
“It’s coming,” Akaashi panted, “the eclipse is almost here. Bond with me, Koutarou.” And then he felt it, he felt the pain and pleasure of being joined with Bokuto by their bodies. He hugged him closer, pushing his hips down against Bokuto. All that was left was the blood.
Bokuto sank to the ground, bringing Akaashi with him, still connected. The sky grew dark and as Akaashi looked up over Bokuto’s shoulder, he could see only a sliver of the moon against the blackness.
“Keiji,” Bokuto breathed, bringing Akaashi’s attention to him. “I despise you. You’ve held me captive for weeks, and although our blood tells me we are born to be mates, I’m not sure if I will ever wake up and not feel the desire to take the breath from your lungs.” He placed a large hand around Akaashi’s throat, gripping tightly, too tightly. Akaashi wheezed and gasped, no air making its way into his lungs.
“Kou-” he struggled.
“I could kill you right now. I could say that it was an accident, an alpha that became too overcome by the scent of his mate. It happens, people wouldn’t question it.”
The cracks of light were beginning to show, and the bonding needed to be completed or else they would have to wait until the next lunar eclipse. But Akaashi had a bigger concern at the moment. His chest began to hurt as the oxygen failed to reach his lungs.
“You thought you had all the power, Keiji. But you need to remember your place.” More of the moon began to peek. Bokuto didn’t seem to care. He felt a heat building in his belly and his blood. His breathing became erratic and he brought his face close to Akaashi’s. “You need to remember who the Alpha is.” He let go of Akaashi’s throat and kissed him roughly, his teeth cutting Akaashi’s lips and tongue. Bokuto pulled away and licked his lips, a bit of blood smeared on his face, before moving quickly to the crook of Akaashi’s neck and sinking his teeth in deep.
They both felt the snap. Their blood connected to one another, the bond that secured them as mates for as long as they both lived. Bokuto sat up, blood covering his mouth, and pulled Akaashi in for another kiss. Akaashi could taste the metallic flavor of his own blood on his tongue, but he allowed Bokuto to dominate, to control him. His Omega instincts kicked in, submission taking over his body.
And then it was over. Bokuto lay next to Akaashi in the grass, their hands together and fingers intertwined, Bokuto resting on Akaashi. “I hate you,” Bokuto whispered. Akaashi looked down at him; he lay curled on his side, his head resting on Akaashi’s chest, the soft hairs tickling Akaashi’s skin. “I love you,” he said, softer.
“I love you, too,” Akaashi replied, lightly dragging a finger down Bokuto’s back. "And I could still kill you if I wanted to."
"I know."
They were one. Forever.