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Hanagaki Takemichi was a mystery. Waka only knew what he heard. They called him in many ways. A kind, pretty boy, a crybaby, a hero , Toman’s first division captain and the last Black Dragon commander who made even the worst delinquent bow their heads to him. Bloody Halloween, the 10th Black Dragon generation mess, the war with Tenjiku, Takemichi didn’t hesitate a second to mess with other people’s business and came out victorious.
(It made Waka think of someone else, but he quickly tucked that thought deep in his heart.)
But the most surprising thing was that Takemichi was an omega.
That was what piqued Waka’s curiosity the most. Usually omegas didn’t join gangs and, if they did, they usually stayed far away from the battles. They weren’t too respected in their world, even Senju at first had some difficulties being recognised, and she was a beta. Waka could only dream how much suffering Takemichi must have gone through.
But Hanagaki was different. He dived head first in the fight, he wasn’t good at throwing punches but could take many more hits than even Benkei could, his voice ringing loudly and didn’t back down until he was almost dead.
The alpha inside of Waka rumbled in interest as he watched Hanagaki boldly declaring he was going to defeat Manjiro Sano.
Well, this was new even for Waka. His alpha had been silent for most of his life, but he felt a strange pull towards the younger boy, and it wasn’t only because of his alluring scent.
Senju seemed to think the same as him as she already decided to pull Hanagaki around the first chance she got. Waka didn’t know if Senju realised she was courting Hanagaki, but since Takeomi didn’t seem concerned, Waka decided it wasn’t his problem.
Still, for some reason, Waka’s nose began to search for the daisy scent that followed Hanagaki everywhere.
Waka maybe had a problem. He wasn’t going to do anything about it though.
Then Takemichi decided to join Brahman and Waka found himself looking at a really pretty omega sleeping in Takeomi’s office, his new uniform being used as a blanket while he let out soft noises from his parted lips.
It seemed that the emotional baggage he carried was too much for his little body and fell asleep when he had a moment to relax, it didn’t matter if he was surrounded by unknown alphas. Waka pretended he wasn’t looking at the unmarked neck that Hanagaki didn’t have any problem showing in his sleep.
The alpha licked the strawberry lollipop in his mouth to keep his intrusive thoughts at bay, least he did something stupid to Brahman new member.
“Are you going to do anything about him ?” Waka asked Draken and Takeomi who were conversing on the other side of the room, uncaring of the unmated omega sleeping on the couch.
“Leave him be, he looks like he needs it.” Takeomi rolled a cigarette between his fingers. “Omegas need more sleep anyway. Who knows what this war will bring, maybe this will be the last time he can dream peacefully.”
“Takemitchy has gone through worse.” Draken crossed his arms under his chest. “He’s not your typical weak omega.”
“Kind of figured that out when he growled at South.” Takeomi chuckled, his eyes shining fondly at the memory of such a small omega baring his teeth to an intimidating alpha like South. It had been a sight to see. Waka was glad he had been there to witness that. Even South looked begrudgingly impressed.
Waka walked around the couch and tilted his head to the side. For some reason, he found himself unable to look away from Takemichi’s body, it seemed like he had his own light around him, pulling Waka closer and closer, making him almost straddle the omega.
“Senju and Benkei?” Waka’s fingers were itching to touch the crown of Takemichi’s poorly bleached hair.
“They’re in the fighting arena.” Takeomi shrugged his shoulders, his tongue licking the filter of his poison. “I think they’ll be there for a while.”
Waka hummed and tilted his head to the side. He was unable to take a step to the side, his eyes kept going back to Takemichi, his teeth aching to bite down on that unmarked skin.
Maybe it had been an error to seek Hanagaki Takemichi out, he was a walking temptation. Now he understood why that scarred boy in Rokuhara insisted on having Hanagaki in their gang. Waka knew this omega would be a sight to witness during a fight if he kept the same spirit he showed until now. Any alpha would go on his knees to have him.
Manjiro Sano made a huge mistake in letting him go.
“Do we have new recruits, Waka?” Takeomi’s voice snapped him out of his daydream. Waka turned his body towards his old friend, his brows furrowed in frustration, and didn’t miss the spark of amusement in Takeomi’s eyes, or the annoyed expression on Draken’s face.
“Ten or so people… Benkei and I will meet them later. Don’t worry about it.” Waka felt Takemichi moving behind him, the omega was probably waking up because of all the noise they were making. Waka’s fingers twitched in irritation at the thought of the cute omega being woken up because of them. They were all alphas, they should have known better.
“I see. I’ll let you deal with that-” Takeomi was still talking when suddenly Draken jumped up, his expression alarmed, but his eyes were fixed behind Waka, on Takemichi .
“Wakasa, get away from there! ”
Waka couldn’t even ask what he meant, his body was pulled back on the couch by two strong hands suddenly grabbing his waist and hauling him down. As his back hit the soft cushions, Waka let out a surprised noise and tried to scramble up, but two small, strong hands pushed him back again.
Waka had never experienced being caught off guard like this, he was usually the one who moved sneaky and hit when one least expected it. He felt a weight sitting on his lap and finally he looked up to who dared to push him down.
Whatever insult he planned to say died in his throat.
Hanagaki Takemichi stood on top of him, his hands pressing down on Waka’s shoulders with a strength Waka couldn’t believe such a small body possessed, staring down at Waka with interest, his eyes glowing yellow around the pupils. Takemichi’s Brahman uniform had fallen a little from his shoulder, exposing the milky skin to Waka’s starving gaze, yet he somehow looked regal up there, a leader watching his faithful subject submit.
Everything about Takemichi screamed powerful and since he had been able to manhandle Waka as he pleased, the look wasn’t just for show.
Waka had never seen someone more beautiful.
“ Takemichi! ” Draken was immediately to their side but was careful in not touching Takemichi in any way. “Stop that! Let Wakasa go!”
But Hanagaki was hardly listening to Draken. Spitefully, the omega looked at Draken straight into his eyes and leaned his face down until he rubbed his nose against Waka’s neck.
It took all Waka self control not to purr like an idiot.
“Fucking hell…” Draken rubbed a hand over his face exasperated. “Are you serious ? Takemichi…”
“What’s going on here?” Takeomi appeared behind Draken, his eyebrow quirked up in amusement, a cigarette firmly placed between his lips. Then, as he stared at Hanagaki, he frowned suddenly. “Isn’t he-”
“Yeah. He has gone feral.” Draken sighed as Takemichi kept his face tightly pressed against Waka’s neck. “It happens when he’s too stressed. First time it happened he pushed Mikey’s down and bit him. We freaked out and Takemichi almost clawed our faces out for trying to pull him away from Mikey.”
Waka pretended not to feel Takemichi tensing at the mention of Manjiro Sano’s nickname.
“What are we supposed to do?” Takeomi sounded far too calm and amused for Waka’s liking.
“We can only wait until he calms down enough to return to normal. Trust me, it’s not smart forcing him to back down.” Draken rubbed his arm thinking of a past experience with the omega who was currently running his teeth against Waka’s neck, unsure if he truly wanted to bite down.
Waka was going to commit a crime if this kept going. His body was already responding in interest at the omega’s attention, but Waka would have preferred not to embarrass himself.
“Well then.” Takeomi, the asshole, smirked as he tried to keep his laugh in check. “We’ll let Waka handle everything. He doesn’t look too much against it.”
“Fucker…” Waka glared at Takeomi promising revenge, but still he began to run his fingers in Takemichi’s hair to try calming down the feral omega in his arms. If Hanagaki kept teasing him, Waka wasn’t sure he could keep his alpha in check.
Takemichi began to purr slightly and suddenly that made everything worse since Waka felt the vibrations against his body. Holy fuck, was it too late to knock himself out with a punch?
He needed to do something or he wasn’t going to survive.
“Hanagaki…” Takemichi lifted his head when he was called and Waka took that chance to grab his lollipop from his mouth and place it between the omega’s pouty lips. “There, suck on this, stop teasing my neck.”
Takemichi blinked confused, then he began to focus on the lollipop in his mouth, sucking on it gently like he was a kid. He seemed to enjoy the strawberry flavour by the sounds he was making.
“Did he just-”
Waka pointedly ignored Draken’s incredulous voice and Takeomi’s laugh.
As he stared at Takemichi happily sucking his candy in his lap, Waka wondered if Takemichi would accept a courting gift from him when he returned sane.
Guess he had to wait and see.