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Torpe is, according to himself, not good at being an Omega.
He also didn't like being an omega (Torpe didn't like himself to begin with), so being bad at it didn't matter much to him, Torpe had never cared about that kind of thing. In Torpe's life there used to be two important things; the piano, master of both his passions and frustrations, and the stars, his faithful companions and guides when the road became too dark to walk alone. Lucky for him, being Omega wasn't significant for any of the above. (Although sometimes he did mind having to stop playing the piano to spend days locked in his room tossing himself around in the sheets and trying to satisfy himself in an attempt to pass his heat faster.)
Things have changed, lately.
The director of the orchestra was an Alpha, Torpe knew it from the moment they met, since then could not stop thinking about its essence. They were always next to each other. After all, Danchou was the one who had pulled him out of the dark taverns where he used to play and had taken his hand to guide him to a stage of dazzling light.
Unintentionally, Torpe had become accustomed to the scent of the Alpha, cedar wood and bergamot. And also, to his presence; either in front of him conducting the orchestra or beside him, in late practice, only the two of them, laughing slightly at Torpe's frustration at the piano. The pianist used to think that the presence of others was annoying. He remembers trying to throw out the small animals when they visited him at his secluded house in the woods, or when he used to turn down the director's invitations to join the orchestra. Before they met, Torpe did not spend much time in the village, the mixture of essences made him dizzy and the smell of other Alphas was too intense for him. But now, things had changed, the director was closer to him, and that didn't bother him at all. He felt comfortable, being near Danchou.
From there on, the distance between the two just becomes shorter.
1.
Torpe sighs, holding the music scores with both hands close to his chest, squeezing them a little on the sides, his hands sweat and unintentionally ruin the paper. He feels overwhelmed, he cannot help but frown, irritated. Around him, everyone moves as the workers set up the stage, moving the instruments, chairs, and accessories needed for the orchestra's newest presentation. Torpe feels a little annoyed by all the hustle and bustle on stage and the number of people who circulate non-stop everywhere. His body bends unintentionally, his back arching, pressing the scores against his chest and muttering nonsense. That is, until a hand rests on his shoulder. His body straightens at that very moment, turning to see the kind expression of the director, his cheeks flush a little and his body feels hot.
“If you keep bending like that, you will have problems with your back, Torpe kun” Danchou smiles at him, pressing his fingers lightly around Torpe’s shoulder. “I require our star pianist to be at his best, so tell me, what’s wrong with you? Anything your dear director can help with?”
“Mhm…ngh…” An incomprehensible sound comes out of Torpe’s mouth. “There is… a lot of noise and too many people… their pheromones make me dizzy, and my hands are sweaty, and that makes the texture of the sheet music feel wrong…” The omega murmurs grumpily. Torpe avoids the director's gaze, who tilts his head with a raised eyebrow, still smiling as he hears the grumbling omega.
“They will be leaving soon, Torpe kun. The stage is almost done.” Danchou comforts him, stroking his back gently with the tips of his fingers. “Why don’t we talk about something else? So maybe you can distract yourself from so much noise… How's that new piece you were composing going? What you were playing the other day on the piano sounded good so far, although I think you’re right, it was missing something…”
“Don’t even tell me.” The omega grunts slightly and his scent, usually sweet with hints of lemons and peaches, becomes slightly acid. The director notices it quickly, taking his finger off Torpe’s back.
Danchu gives half a smile when he hears the omega ramble about the melody he has been composing since some time ago. He remembers the day he heard the small piece for the first time. That day, Danchou had found Torpe playing the piano after practice, when all the rest of the orchestra members had left. It was not uncommon to meet Torpe sitting in front of the piano alone. More than once he had to almost drag the pianist away from the instrument so that the omega would go to take a rest. Although, he could not blame him, he understood perfectly the passion that Torpe felt for music. It was sweet, in a way. To see him move his delicate, well-manicured hands, wrinkle the music sheet and then loosen his grip as he explained everything that had happened to him all the previous days, his cheeks blushed with frustration and his eyebrows slightly frowned. He is cute , the director thinks.
“And the progression just doesn’t feel right!” Torpe speaks slightly louder than normal. Danchou thinks he looks like a kitty, with their fur bristled. His body slightly loses balance, taking half a step backwards. “Because when I want it to sound like-!”
“Be careful, Torpe kun.”
With his arm, the director surrounds Torpe's waist to bring him closer to his body. Torpe lets go a small squeak when he feels the rapid movement and covers his face with the music sheets, feeling the heat rising through his skin. Behind them are two workers who carry part of the stage in their arms.
“We are sorry for the inconvenience.” Says one of them, almost without interest. The director's eyes follow them, annoyed at their careless attitude, with his right arm still wrapped around the omega.
Torpe's waist is, Danchou notes, quite small. It wasn't the first time he noticed it. His eyes couldn't help but stare at the cut between the short vest the pianist usually wears and his high-waisted trousers that marked the curve of his hips oh so nicely. It was, however, the first time he laid his hands on Torpe’s tiny waist. It felt good, touching Torpe. His fingers wrapped nicely around his small frame, and he thinks that maybe, if he were to put both his hands on the omega’s side, his fingertips could touch.
His eyes turn back to look at the pianist, noticing his reddened face and his body trembling slightly. His face is covered by the music sheets, leaving only his eyes and a little of his tinted cheeks to be seen. Danchou smiles at Torpe’s instinct to cover his face with the paper. Cute .
“You didn’t hurt yourself? They walked really close to you…” The director asks, his fingers gently caressing the contour of the omega's hip, who, feeling the soft touch of the Alpha, takes a step back, almost too fast.
“I-I’m fine!” Torpe responds nervously. “I-I’m sorry, I got a little, um, heated… talking about the new piece.” The omega tries to fix his hat, stretching it down to cover his own face, even if just a little.
“You don’t have to apologize, Torpe kun” The director smiles, reaching out to lift Torpe’s hat and look into his nervous eyes. “I understand the passion you feel… I like it.”
The body of the omega contracts a little. Torpe notices that, as a product of the previous attachment of their bodies, the scent of the Alpha had adhered slightly to his clothes. It's not annoying, if anything, it is comforting. Torpe presses his eyes close, embarrassed, the heat raising through his face. He pouts, frowning.
“Please don’t say those kind things…” The omega says in a murmur. The director lowers his hand from the top of his head to caress his cheek. Torpe whimpers, looking at him, still blushing.
“Torpe kun is very cute, so, why wouldn’t I say that kind of things about my omega?”
Hearing the director's words, the color rises through Torpe's face, who seems to go through every possible emotion before his mouth can even try to make a sound. His lips tremble, just as his body does. Torpe feels as if his body had melted into a pile of some kind of fluid and wasn’t able to go back to normal. Torpe isn't good at being an omega, he's incapable of responding to an Alpha's words or responding to any kind of compliment without looking like the world was about to end. Omegas, in Torpe’s eyes, were supposed to be shy and modest. But Torpe was… The omega thought he must look ridiculous, about to explode because of the director of the orchestra. The fact that it was the director saying such words makes answering even harder, his face feels too hot and uncomfortable. He likes how it sounds, the director calling him that, but he's insecure and knows that someone like him could never be the director's omega. He must be teasing me, right? Some kind of test to overcome anxiety? Ah, how cruel… Torpe thinks.
“Fufu, Torpe kun? Are you there?” Danchou calls him, causing the omega to move his head as if he had just been woken up, trying to relocate itself into space-time. “Fufu, didn’t I tell you I would distract you a little? The stage is already set, my dear pianist, we must test the instruments.”
Torpe looks around, most of the workers in charge of setting up the stage had left, and the rest of the orchestra was already starting to set up with the rest of the members. The smell of the scents mixture had dissipated at a certain level, and he could no longer hear the different steps moving everywhere. The pianist feels strangely at peace, with the director smiling at him as he stretches out his hand, inviting Torpe to play the piano for him.
Torpe, clutching the music sheets against his chest, stretches his other arm toward the Alpha, taking his hand. The director's hands are larger than his, his long fingers intertwine perfectly with those of the omega, who notices a certain roughness in the Alpha's skin. It feels nice, an opposite of his own soft and manicured hands. As the director leads him to the piano, Torpe thinks of the softness of the Alpha's touch. Danchou takes his hand gently while guiding him towards the piano. The light aroma of his scent resting on his clothes after the previous embrace, the beat of his longer steps compared to his own, and the position of their intertwined fingers. The omega smiles softly, letting go for a few seconds of his insecurity and frustration, his eyes glow when he can finally imagine what followed the melody he was composing, thinking of the director.
The omega gives a little huff and sits in front of the piano. The director stands behind him, and Torpe plays the song that the orchestra had been practicing for some time. His fingers tremble slightly, excited to get home to play the piano and continue that melody that had tormented him for days. His cheeks are blushing.
“I should… thank Danchou san later.” Torpe reflects, his gaze becoming softer when he thinks of the director while concentrating on the sounds of the keys.
2.
Torpe closes the piano and stands up. Some days had passed since he had managed to continue composing the song, although he had not yet managed to finish it. Frustrated and taking advantage of his loneliness, he allows himself to release some pheromones, surrounding himself with a bitter aroma.
It is weird. His body feels weird.
The omega hugs himself with his cape and squeezes lips while closing his eyes. His last heat had been less than three months ago, so it shouldn't be coming any time soon. Despite that, his body had begun to feel the same way as when his heat was about to arrive. As if his limbs weighed a little more and the temperature of his whole body suddenly rose one or two degrees more. It would be strange for his heat to be so far ahead for no reason.
But Torpe knows there is a reason. Things have changed lately.
Torpe thinks of the director's hands around his waist that day, the way his arm wrapped around his body, and how the scent of the Alpha stuck to his clothes, even though the contact had been so minimal. It's comforting to think about it. His cheeks blush at the thought of how the director's touch felt so natural against his body, and how his instincts had become used to the scent of Alpha.
Torpe brings his hands to his face when he finally realizes it, feeling his cheeks becoming hot and cold sweat running through his forehead. The director's rut… it must be close, right? His body had become so used to his presence, to his gentle touch and nice scent, that now his heat cycle had begun to synchronize with that of the Alpha.
That cannot be, that cannot be, that cannot be, that cannot be . He denies to himself, his eyebrows arching at that kind of thought.
“Ah! Torpe kun! You’re still here!” Torpe jumps surprised and turns slowly to see the director approaching from the other side of the stage. “You were leaving already? I would like to introduce you to someone.”
“Ah…” Words are unable to come out, the omega’s lips tremble slightly, and his mouth feels dry.
“Hm? Are you feeling alright Torpe kun? Your face is red…” The director raises his hand to touch his forehead, although Torpe, nervous, takes a step backwards, colliding with the piano.
“I-I’m fine” Torpe’s cracks, making him cover his mouth with his hand while his cheeks are flushed.
“Fufu” The director giggles, approaching Torpe to take his hand gently. The omega swallows, his fingers intertwining with the director’s. “Come with me, I want you to meet someone. It’s important for the orchestra.”
“W-wouldn’t it be better if another member went with you?” Torpe murmurs, hoping his voice was quiet enough for the director not to respond.
“Of course not! Torpe kun is our star pianist, no one puts as much passion on the piano as you.” Torpe feels the flush reaching his ears, squeezing the Alpha’s hand in the process. “Look, there he is”
The director has led him (dragged, perhaps) out of the auditorium where they usually practice. The moon and stars are already glowing in the sky, making Torpe wonder how long had he spent practicing his new and still unfinished song. The fresh night wind caresses his cheeks, he tries to use his free hand to hug himself with his cape in search of heat. The director lets go of his hand when they are facing a man a little taller than Torpe, probably older than him. The man wears an elegant suit that seems to be tailor-made, has brown hair, blue eyes and a handsome smile. Torpe can immediately recognize that he is an Alpha by his scent, a bit strong and reminiscent of the sea.
“Torpe kun, this is Mr. Genbu Asahi, former pianist and now director of the City Theatre of Ark” The director releases his hand to point to the other Alpha and turns his head towards him. “Asahi san, this is Torpe kun, our pianist”
“Ah… nice to meet you, I’m Torpe… the pianist” His voice trembles as well as his body. His mouth barely moves when he speaks, nervous at having to introduce himself to someone new without any preparation. Unsure of what to do, he raises his hand to shake it with the Alpha.
Asahi smiles. The Alpha takes Torpe's hand, bending slightly and with a quick movement brings it to his lips, depositing a soft kiss on the pianist's knuckles.
Torpe petrifies and the redness must reach his chest, he is incapable of articulating words, only some incomprehensible noises come from between his lips.
“It’s nice to meet you, Torpe kun” Asahi releases his hand. “The director of the orchestra has told me lots about you! It is strange to see an omega being part of such an important repertoire, people say you are very talented…”
The director's an Alpha, Torpe knows it from the moment they met. His body had unwittingly become used to his scent, cedarwood and bergamot, he finds certain comfort in it. However, he had never smelled that sour touch that he could now detect and that had brought him out of the trance into which Asahi's greeting had left him.
It's a quick move, almost abrupt. The director's arm surrounds the omega's small waist, getting Torpe to be closer to him. Too close, because there is no space between their bodies. Torpe can feel as the Alpha’s fingers press on his skin, protected by his high-waisted pants. Even so, he knows his skin is sensitive and easy to mark. It was often that he found himself with marks on his skin by small hits he takes without realizing it, when getting up from the piano or at the counter of their rest area. The current situation was different. Torpe was fully aware that the director's fingers were going to be marked on his skin. His face blushes sharply.
“Torpe kun is certainly very talented. I wouldn’t choose anyone else to be our pianist, let alone as my omega” Danchou answers, smiling.
“Ah!” Torpe gets startled, the Alpha's fingers don't move from his waist, only tightening the grip. “D-Danchou san, please don’t tease me like this in front of others…” Torpe speaks quickly.
The omega puts his fingertips in front of his forehead, covering his face. He knows the director doesn't mean it, not like that, anyway. He probably just wants to make it clear that he's part of the orchestra. Torpe is no good being an omega, he thinks. The director would never want him that way, he wasn’t even able to greet back another Alpha properly. Still, he can't help but wonder about the Alpha's strong grip on his waist and how good it feels. He likes to be taken like that by Danchou, and he wants to keep it that way. Even if someone like him couldn't be an omega worthy of the director, Torpe looks up to the sky and hopes to find comfort among the stars for that strange feeling that lingers on his chest. He can't help but think of the smile the director showed to Asahi, a little wider than usual showing the Alpha's fangs and the way his eyes had become slightly darker.
“Sorry, Asahi san” The director rests his body on Torpe, bringing his lips to the back of the omega neck where his scent gland is. The omega comes back from the stars when he feels the Alpha's lips press against his gland, while his pheromones are released. Torpe feels a spams run through his back, his body going tense for a second. “Torpe kun gets easily distracted when thinking about the melody he is composing, he likes to look at the stars to find focus on his music.”
“I’m sorry!” Torpe speaks nervously, his body is tense, feeling a tingling sensation where the director had just kissed. “I-I was… distracted… Could you repeat what you said?” Torpe squeezes his lips, the director's pheromones would drive him crazy sooner or later with his heat approaching and that feeling the Alpha caused in his chest. I'm doomed, he thinks.
“I see you’re as passionate as the director, Torpe kun” Asahi turns to him enthusiastically. “You know? I asked Danchou kun if he would be part of the Ark Orchestra, really! His passion is something you don’t usually see.”
“What?!” Torpe screams, only to cover his mouth.
“Fufu, don’t worry Torpe kun, I would never leave my star pianist” Danchou caresses the omega essence gland with his thumb. “We were talking about Asahi san’s invitation to all of us in the orchestra…”
“That’s right!” Asahi tries to get close to the omega, but he immediately notices the tight grip on Torpe’s waist and Danchou’s cold look, forcing the other Alpha to stay in his place. “I would like to invite you and your entire orchestra to play in our theater. I got the opportunity to listen to Torpe kun's piano the other night, and I was fascinated by the passion with which you play, it's as if you need it to live. And Danchou kun's directions are impeccable, really the melodies you both create are so unique. Danchou kun just mentioned that you were writing something new, we would love to hear some of your pieces in our theater.”
Torpe is speechless, his eyes shining bright. Playing in the Ark theater… He had never thought of playing on such a large and bright stage. And all thanks to the director…
“Danchou san!” Torpe looks into the Alpha’s eyes, smiling. “Really? Are we going to play in…?”
The director smiles back at him, feeling Torpe's sweet pheromones release.
“Yes Torpe kun! I told you that time, I would like your piano to shine on the stage, didn’t I?” His hand pets the top of the omega’s head.
“I’m glad you’re excited Torpe kun, I can’t wait to see the presentation of what you’ve composed” Asahi smiles. “The director and I will agree on all the details, I look forward to it.”
That night, Torpe rests his hands on the piano keys as his eyes gaze through the window at the shining stars in the sky. He holds his left hand to his right side, on his waist, caressing the imprint of the director's fingers that his strong grip had left. The omega sighs, and thinks he can still feel the Alpha's soft lips pressed against his essence gland at the back of his neck, causing his face to blush. He wants to believe it's because of the synchronization of his heat with the director's rut, but he knows it's not. Composing always came naturally to Torpe, as a way to escape. But now it felt different. The way his hand rested on the keys, and how the melodies were so much calmer and fluid… Composing was easier when he thought of the director.
“I should… thank Danchou san later” Torpe thinks, his gaze becoming anxious to think of how much he liked the director.
3.
Torpe sighs, staring at the red empty seats of the theater. The Ark theater was a beautiful place, with gold finishes and velvet seats. The wood of the stage was a beautiful oak and, above all, a roof made of glass that allowed the place to be illuminated by the light of the stars and the moon. His presentation was over, and he wanted to think it was a success, with the seats crowded and people clapping for a good couple of minutes, even after the curtains closed. The pianist hugs himself, wrapping his arms around his stomach.
Torpe wonders when the stomach pain would go away, if the presentation was already over then his anxiety should go away as well. He grunts, annoyed.
Suddenly, from the other side of the stage, a few fast steps can be heard approaching him. Torpe puts his hands on his chest and turns quickly to meet the director, who is almost running towards him. It takes him by surprise, his eyebrows rise, and his mouth opens more, but nothing comes out of him when he feels the Alpha almost swoop over him, causing him to take half a step back to keep him balanced. The director's arms squeeze him tight, his hands caress the contours of his arms as they make some loose steps in circles.
Carefully, the director's hands travel from his arms to his hands, wrapping them delicately between his and lifting them up to his mouth, Danchou closes his eyes. Torpe's body goes tense when he once again feels the director's lips against his skin, pressing softly over his fingers. The omega's eyes open wider than normal and his face boils in a beautiful bright pink, noticing how the director keeps only one of his eyes open while showing him a half smile.
The director smells good, Torpe notes, he's happy. His scent feels stronger than usual, probably because of his approaching rut, but it's easy to spot those notes of vanilla that aren't usually there, showing the happiness he must be feeling. Torpe wonders if maybe he has something to do with it, maybe he made the Alpha proud. The director had told him that his essence also smelled of vanilla. Torpe, though still nervous, finds comfort in the embrace, letting his lungs fill with the essence of Alpha. Danchou must be proud that he played the piano in front of so many people for the orchestra, Torpe wonders.
The director puts his hands on the omega's shoulders, looking at him as he smiles, his cheeks slightly flushed and his eyes glowing. His hands move. Danchou takes Torpe's face in his hands and caresses his soft cheeks, now tinted with red. He chuckles at the stickiness of the typically milky skin, caused by the pianist's nervous sweat.
“Torpe kun, you did excellent today” His thumb moves in circles, enjoying the soft skin of omega. The compliment causes Torpe's body to relax, tilting his head slightly into the touch of the Alpha. Still, his face shows concern.
“Danchou san…” Torpe looks into the Alpha’s eyes. “I’m sorry… for not being able to present the song I was composing, I couldn’t finish it…”
“Fufu, you don’t have to worry about it, Torpe kun. Everyone enjoyed what you presented today, so I’m sure they will come back again to hear your next piece.” The director leaves the omega cheeks and places his hand on the side of his body, placing them on Torpe’s hips. “I want to ask you something, Torpe kun.”
“Hm?” The pianist looks at him curiously, and Danchou thinks that there is no cuter omega in the world. He sighs, his heart beats hard inside his chest. The director isn’t used to being nervous.
“Torpe kun, is something wrong with me?
“Ah.”
Torpe's expression changes to one of concern. It only takes the director a couple of seconds to notice the change in his scent. There it was, that sour smell that the omega gave off. Danchou sighs, taking his hands off Torpe's hips and taking a step back. He smiles, it’s fake, the corner of his lips twitch, uncomfortable.
“Torpe kun, I-”
“D-Danchou san, I-”
The director sighs, seeing Torpe's uncomfortable face. The omega’s body was tense, his hands pressed against his chest and even the slightest movement seemed stiff, his hands trembled slightly, and he kept looking at the wooden floor, avoiding Danchou’s gaze.
“Please, your first Torpe kun” Torpe shakes his head, surprised when the director speaks and instinctively puts his hands over his face trying to cover himself.
“Ah… well… you see… I…”
Torpe's voice barely makes it out of his lips, but contrary to usual, the director doesn't come close to hear them better. The omega feels his heart beating too fast.
Torpe thinks of the melody he is composing on the piano, the one that had inadvertently been transformed into a symphony about his feelings for the Alpha. He is afraid to talk, because depending on what he says, the soft, timid song the omega was composing could become one with a sudden ending. Torpe didn't hate playing complicated things on the piano, not when Danchou was there to help him practice them, but, if he told Alpha the truth, would he be able to play the piano all by himself again?
The way his body has become used to Danchou's touch, how the arrival of his heat had been anticipated, the way his words make him feel… Torpe looks toward the glass ceiling and sees the stars. He smiles, trembling. His heart beats fast. He's scared.
The omega breathes deeply and squeezes his palms against his chest, trying to calm down, looking at the tips of his feet, closing his eyes. He swallows before lifting his head so that his eyes shining from the tears that threaten to spill, are shed open little by little to finally meet those of the Alpha.
“Danchou san, I… feel strange… when I’m next to you.” Torpe admits.
“Torpe kun…” The director looks at him, disappointed.
Torpe feels his hands tremble as he notices Danchou's painful expression. The omega squeezes his hands against his chest, over his heart, and breaks the eye contact. It's too much. His feelings for the director had overflowed, and although his sweet melody was going to finish in tragedy, Torpe believed it deserved a proper end.
“The way Danchou san makes me feel is… weird” He tries to explain. “Whenever I try to compose, I think about the way you touch me and how you speak to me, and my fingers-my body feels strange. Composing is different now… I get, uhm, distracted cause Danchou san is always there by my side and I have never felt this way with an Alpha before and–”
“I’m very sorry Torpe kun”
The pianist's breath stops for a second when the director interrupts him. Torpe had learned many things since he started playing with the orchestra, not only to play the piano better, but also simple things in life that his anxiety had kept him away for so long.
A love rejection wasn't one of those things.
“I am so sorry I made you feel uncomfortable.”
Danchou walks toward and raises his hands slightly as if to take Torpe's, only to stop himself at noticing how tense the omega is, crossing his arms, restless. It was rare to see the director so nervous, the Alpha was characterized by being someone well composed, unlike Torpe who seemed to be able to break at any minute. Opposites, that happened to complement each other. That’s what Torpe wished.
“Y- you have never made me feel uncomfortable, San Danchou, if anything is that-”
“I should have asked you if it was okay to do it, but I think… I’m taking advantage of you.” The director places his hand on the back of his neck. His eyes meet Torpe's.
“I should have asked before I started courting you.”
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“Eh?”
Torpe blinks one time. Then a second time.
Danchou can affirm that he had never seen Torpe's face so red before.
“D-danchou san, you- you were courting me- courting me…” The pianist’s voice trembles and comes out of his mouth like a murmur. He feels his legs weak, and it's a couple of seconds later when he feels the director's arm around his waist, preventing his body from falling to the ground. The omega arms wrap around the Alpha's neck, preventing the fall. Their faces were so close, the director could feel the warmth of the pianist's face and the soft smell of his essence that had begun to emanate. His heart was pounding hard, confused.
“Y-you… didn’t notice?” Danchou looks at him confused as well. He was worried to see Torpe's reaction, so he tightens his grip slightly on his waist. It feels as natural as ever. “I thought… the reason your scent always turned sour when it was around was because you disliked it, and that I was making things harder for you…”
“N-no! Danchou san, I could never do anything that displeases me! Y-I-!” Torpe's voice comes out of his mouth much faster and louder than he normally speaks. “Ah… I think I’m going to die…”
The director moves his hands, just a few millimeters, wrapping Torpe's waist with his forearms, allowing his hands to hold the side of the small omega figure. His expression still shows surprise, although the director's cheeks have tinted slightly pink due to the short distance between the two. Danchou can feel the breath of omega against his skin. Torpe's eyes move towards the director's lips, and he feels butterflies in his stomach just thinking about how close they are.
“Every time I sit in front of the piano, I think about you… because I’m able to write music thanks to you. I- I didn’t mean my next piece to be about Danchou san, but every time I find myself composing I think about the way Danchou san looks at me, the way you hold me. I didn’t want to ruin it…” Torpe explains in whispers, looking at the Alpha’s lips, his eyes return to the director’s golden orbs. “I was afraid, because I can’t make a good omega for you, and the way I feel… I didn’t want you to know, but the more I wrote, the more the melody became like you.”
“Torpe kun… Is it ok if I kiss you?”
The omega does not answer, his head just nods slightly, and little by little Danchou approaches Torpe. Their noses rub and Danchou looks at him one last time as if he were asking for his permission again. Torpe closes his eyes and feels his body melt in the Alpha's arms when his lips finally press against his.
It is a slow kiss, full of love. Danchou kisses it as if Torpe is about to break, feeling the softness of the omega lips against his own. The director puts his hand to Torpe's cheek. The omega feels like he was floating among the stars.
When the kiss breaks, Danchou smiles. Torpe blushes, noticing the small lines forming on the sides of Danchou’s eyes when he smiles, and laughs softly when the director rubs their noses together. He's not dreaming, because it's too good for anything to come out of his mind.
“Torpe kun…” The director huffs and again drops a soft kiss on the omega’s lips. “Do you still doubt it, Torpe kun?”
“And-I just… I can’t believe it…” He says, his body trembles as the director’s hand strokes his cheek. His head tilts, trying to feel more of the Alpha's touch against his flushed skin. “I never thought an Omega like me would be of the liking of an Alpha like you.”
“Why not?” Danchou asks, almost offended, which makes Torpe startled.
“Ehm, well… I…” Torpe’s body shakes and puts his hands on the director’s chest to create some distance. “I… I’m not good at being an omega, you know? Every time someone asks me for a favor, I get angry, and I'm not as good at taking care of others as an omega is supposed to be. Every time you touch me, or you get close to me, my heart is pounding so much I think there may be something wrong with me. I don’t know how to control my scent, either. I’m not very good at anything besides playing the piano…”
“Torpe kun is a beautiful omega, he may be a bit grumpy and anxious, but you’re so kind and tender… You’re always willing to give your best for everyone else, even when you don’t notice, especially me. It's hard not to fall in love with you, seeing how you've overcome yourself little by little since I met you. When I saw Asahi trying to flirt with you, I had never felt so possessive over someone. The thought of him taking you away from me… I don't think anyone understands my passion for music like you do, Torpe kun. The way you play, the way you move… there’s nothing about you, I don’t like.” The Alpha takes one of the pianist's hands resting on his chest and carries it to his cheek, leaving a kiss on it. “Just as you’ve learned to play difficult melodies for me on the piano, I want you to learn to be less hard on yourself, okay? There is much more to you than just playing the piano for me Torpe kun, I love every single aspect of you.”
Torpe tries to answer but is unable to formulate a word, his face boils in red color as he hears the loving words of the Alpha. Without realizing it, his sweet scent emanates from his body, and soon both are surrounded by the sweet essence of peach and vanilla. The director rests his head into the space between Torpe’s head and shoulder, leaving a kiss in the space his shirt leaves.
“Torpe kun’s scent is so sweet… sweeter than usual” He squeezes his arms more around the omega. The alpha looks at him in the eye. “Will your heat come soon? The last one was not so long ago…”
“Ah!” Torpe feels the sweat running down his forehead, and tries to look for another way to explain himself. “D-Danchou san’s rut is close… I guess… my instincts got used to always being close to you and having your hands on me so… I think my heat is in sync with your rut now…” The omega murmurs.
“Oh, so that’s it…”
The director swings Torpe's body, surprising the omega. Taking him by the waist, the director gathers their bodies together. Friction makes Torpe's heart beat fast, and it's even harder for him to control his scent.
“Torpe kun.”
“Y-yes?”
“Because I’ve been courting you all this time and now we both know about it, I would like to apologize for the inconvenience caused, so,” Danchou puts his face dangerously close to Torpe’s. The omega tries to step back as if a few minutes ago he hadn’t confessed his love for Alpha and melted in his kisses. “I would like to ask you…
Would you like to spend my rut together?”
Torpe instinctively puts his hands to his face, covering it in shame. The director smiles. Cute , he thinks. Torpe always had the cutest reactions an omega could have. With his hand, he takes the omega wrist and gently removes it from his face to see his blushing skin.
“A-are you s-sure?” Torpe asks with his eyes closed, he is sure that if he opens them whatever is happening will vanish like a dream.
“More than sure.” The omega removes his other hand from his face and opens his eyes, looking at the Alpha. “I want to claim Torpe kun as my omega.”
Torpe feels like his body is going to explode. Another wave of sweet pheromones is released, and soon the director's lips kiss his own. The omega clings to the director's jacket, opening his mouth, letting Danchou explore what will soon belong to him. Torpe sighs amid the kisses, feeling as the director's hands move and take his small waist.
“D-danchou san… if we continue like this… my heat… it will come sooner” The omega alerts him between kisses. Danchou separates and observes Torpe's slightly swollen lips. He smiles, proud.
“Fufu, I guess you’re right.” The Alpha speaks, letting both of them stand completely. Danchou raises his hand to caress the omega cheek, kissing it gently. “I can’t believe I’ll be able to spend my rut with an omega as beautiful as Torpe kun.” His face comes closer to him, his lips close to Torpe's ear. “Soon I will put a mark on your neck, and everyone will know that you are my omega.”
“Danchou san!” Torpe covers his ear with his hand, his face red with shame, with his other hand on his chest. “D-don’t say those things out loud, please…”
“Fufu… but until then…”
In a quick move, the director wraps Torpe in his coat. The omega snuggles in it, almost instinctively, already recognizing the comforting aroma of the Alpha around him. It's a little heavier than the cape he always wears, but it covers his sweet scent with that of his (future) Alpha.
“Enough to keep other Alphas away from Torpe kun.” The director takes him by the waist once more and kisses his forehead. Torpe wonders if he'll have to get used to the Alpha's possessiveness. Not that it bothered him, it was the job of a good director to present new challenges for him. “I can’t wait to spend our mating season together, Torpe kun.”
Torpe hugs himself with the coat and looks at the director with a blushing face.
“P-please continue to take care of me, Danchou san.”
“That’s what I will do, my omega.”