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A dizzy sensation settled over him as Ranpo felt himself get transported into the world of Poe’s creation. It was always disorienting to travel into one of Edgar's novels, though Ranpo didn't let himself worry about how he was feeling as the strong scent of an angry Alpha drew near. The novel itself had been hastily written, without the author's usual flair for setting the scene. Outside the small study Ranpo had found himself in, the sound of ceaseless chatter could be heard, all a way to try and introduce characters. Ranpo could just barely make out an angry yell from the crowd. Chuuya was near, and the man was intent on killing him.

The study itself that Ranpo was in had only a single wooden door, a large mahogany desk with a large leather office chair, a bookshelf filled with pointless books that served the plot of the book they were in no purpose, and a large window that could not open. Ranpo was screwed. Looking at the bookshelf, he hoped to find some sort of mechanism that'd serve as his means of escape, not wanting to be anywhere near the Mafia Executive when he made his way to the study room.

Each book title seemed to reference the author's previous works, and as Ranpo reached for the one labeled “The Black Cat” a click could be heard, the bookshelf sliding away to reveal a large door. A panic room. Well Ranpo was certainly panicking right now. He opened the door and slid inside, hearing the bookshelf closing behind. The panic room was dark, with only an uncomfortable little cot, some canned goods, and a toilet. The omega side of him wanted nothing to do with this dusty prison looking place, but the only other option was death at the hands of an angry mafioso that could actually kill him with his bare hands. Yeah… Ranpo would rather deal with his omega crying at the lack of nesting materials than deal with Chuuya.

The faint whiff of an angry and volatile alpha nearly caused Ranpo to whimper and want to submit, especially as the scent drew closer. Oh God, Chuuya had found the study. If he found the panic room…

The sound of tables and chairs being thrown could be heard, though it seemed Chuuya had yet to find him. Good. Ranpo wasn't ready to face the consequences of his actions. He held his breath, waiting and clinging to the metal cot as he stared with wide eyes at the metal door that separated him from the carnage that Chuuya was inflicting. Finally it seemed he could breath as he heard Chuuya leave.

His heat was close anyway. If he could leave the book before it started, well, he'd definitely be happy. He just needed to find all five hundred killers and avoid Chuuya… easy, right? He was the greatest detective, he could solve this book before his heat started in three days! With this in mind he braved leaving the safety of the panic room, his green eyes darting around while he made his way from the study.

“Boo.”

The sound of Chuuya's voice from behind startled him. The man sounded so calm, as if he hadn't been running around destroying everything. He stood by the doorway, his hands in his pockets, appearing pleased to see such a reaction from Ranpo. “I have some questions for you.” The man said as he moved closer to Ranpo, sauntering over and peering at the detective as if he were prey. Though that's how Ranpo felt at that moment.

“I might have some answers for you then.” The detective knew it was foolish to try and act tough now when Chuuya clearly had the upper hand, but he wasn't about to simply submit to the younger male.

He was right to think he wouldn't provoke the executive a bit as the man glared, a large hand moving to Ranpo's thin throat, ready to squeeze the air from him. If not for how close to death he likely was… Ranpo was certain he'd be a little turned on. “Where the fuck are we and why can't I use my ability for one. And for two, who's ability is this?”

Chuuya released his grip slightly on Ranpo's throat, just enough for Ranpo to speak. It was clear he needed these answers. “... We're in a mystery novel. Someone I know has the ability to transfer people into these novels. We can only get out if we solve the murders here. And while we're here, we can't use any ability.” Ranpo explained while trying to keep Poe a secret. He couldn't imagine what would happen if the mafia discovered Poe and his ability.

This made Chuuya think, his hand no longer on Ranpo's neck As he thought over what was just said. “So what's the mystery that needs to be solved so we can leave?”

“Like hell I'd tell-” Ranpo was cut off as Chuuya once again gripped his neck, the young alpha producing powerful authoritative pheromones.

“Listen. You will tell me what I need to know. Your precious boss and my boss are going to die. Do you want that? Now, I'm going to ask again, what's the mystery so we can solve this and go?” Chuuya asked once more.

If Ranpo wasn't fighting everything in him to resist he was sure he'd submit to Chuuya right then. He bit his lip, his body demanding for this Alpha, the same alpha that wanted him dead. God his hormones sucked. “Find all five hundred killers and stop them. That's how to get out.”

Chuuya smirked. “That wasn't so hard to say, was it? Come on then, you're finding these killers for me.”

Ranpo huffed, his legs shaking as he tried to keep himself from falling right into Chuuya. Did the bastard actually cause his heat to come early? Probably, alphas could easily cause an omegas heat to start, all it took was strong enough pheromones. Chuuya probably wasn't even aware of how strong his cinnamon and sandalwood scent still was.

“What?” Chuuya stopped as he finally noticed the detective’s current state. Based on how Chuuya was staring, Ranpo was sure he looked wonderful. “I thought you were a beta. Shit… are you in heat?”

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“What?” Chuuya stopped as he finally noticed the detective’s current state. Based on how Chuuya was staring, Ranpo was sure he looked wonderful. “I thought you were a beta. Shit… are you in heat?”

Astute observation there. Ranpo thought bitterly. His plans of leaving fast and sharing his heat with Poe were now gone. All he could do was bite his lip as his insides burned and craved the touch of an alpha.

He could hear a sigh from Chuuya, the man still standing beside him running his fingers through his orange hair. He looked almost annoyed by this new development.

“Alright, come on.” The younger man eventually said as he effortlessly lifted Ranpo up, carrying him out of the study as though the detective weighed nothing. Though, to the alpha, Ranpo likely did weigh nothing.

There was a brief scream in the background, it seems a body was discovered nearby. Ranpo at the moment didn't care enough about finding these murderers and it seemed Chuuya was in a similar state as the man entered a hallway and kicked open the first door they came across.

The room was pink and white with a pastel pink vanity that sat next to a fluffy full sized bed with pink sheets and plenty of pillows. This was clearly a girl's room. Before he could react, Ranpo was tossed carelessly onto the bed, Chuuya moving over top of him. Oh God, this was really the last thing Ranpo wanted to happen.

“If you knew your heat was close? Why'd you risk coming into this place with me?” Chuuya asked, while his large hands moved to the button of Ranpo's pants.

Well that was a question he's heard before. While Poe was handing him the book, the man had asked why he'd want to go in with the mafia executive. Poe had known Ranpo's heat was close and had wanted him to spend it at home. At the time, Ranpo had said it was to prove that the Agency was superior. “I wanted to show… how fast I could get out of here.” While not entirely untrue, it definitely wasn't the most logical.

This answer caused another sigh to leave Chuuya. “I'm beginning to think all Omegas are crazy.” He muttered to himself, likely thinking about Dazai, if his expression has anything to do with that. “Alright, look. We need to get out of here, fast. To save our bosses. Now, are you like someone I know that can't even think while he's in heat no matter how many times he gets off? Or are you able to function a bit afterwards?”

“I'm not like Dazai. I can still find the murderers…” Ranpo hated that he was intrigued to know how Chuuya's large calloused hands would feel against his soft skin, his mouth nearly watering as he saw those hands lower against him. His thoughts of spending his heat with Poe were soon replaced by ecstasy as he got his wish, those long fingers wrapping around him, feeling him up, while lowering his pants enough to release him.

The mafia executive was skilled with his hands, making Ranpo's usually active mind shut off as the man continued. Chuuya himself looked as though he were on a mission and less like he was experiencing pleasure. Though it could also be that because they both had someone waiting for them outside of the book, that Chuuya did not want to overstep anywhere. Ranpo wasn't even thinking about anything or anyone except for Chuuya. They were similar to Poe’s and knew all the right spots to touch to get a reaction from the detective.

Soon enough, his mind cleared, if only briefly. He was laying on those pink sheets, looking as though he had run a marathon. He took a glance at Chuuya, the man leaning near him, his face red and, oh… he was turned on. It seemed Ranpo's own pheromones had messed with Chuuya as he sat trying to collect himself, though it was pretty obvious he was failing to do so. “Do you need help with that, Mr. Fancy-hat?” Ranpo asked, gesturing toward the man's now tightened pants.

“No, just give me a minute. If you're feeling better, go find out what that scream was.” Chuuya huffed, trying hard to pretend that he was not turned on by getting Ranpo off. It was pretty cute actually.

Ranpo couldn't help the teasing smile. He and Poe were dating for sure, but they were not mates, the same went with Dazai and Chuuya. It didn't feel as wrong to want to spend a bit of time with the orange haired man, even if said man had tried to kill him not even an hour ago. It made the man look less intimidating as he leaned against the plush pillows that took up the majority of the bed, those hands Ranpo found attractive making their way down…

The detective couldn't help but stare. For being shorter than Ranpo by a few inches, the man was big. Really it wouldn't be right to leave Chuuya in such a state, though that could be his hormones talking. “Let me help you.” Ranpo whispered as he moved closer to the executive. The smell of a horny alpha made Ranpo's own pheromones go wild. He had the feeling they weren't going to be finding a body any time soon.

Chuuya wanted to deny, to say that he had only jacked Ranpo off to help him with his heat so the detective could get them out of there. But he had soon lost all words as Ranpo moved down until his head met Chuuya's length. The scent of cinnamon and sandalwood was strong, driving Ranpo crazy with lust. It seemed just one handjob wasn't going to cut it this time. No he needed more, wanted more from Chuuya.

Before Ranpo's mouth could connect with Chuuya's member, the man pushed the detective back, stopping him from going further. Both of their faces were red, their breathing hard. Chuuya swallowed as he spoke. “We'll continue after you find these killers.” It was a promise one that gave them both permission to relieve themselves should the murderers they were trapped with get caught.