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Muguruma Shūhei had been tossing and turning in bed for the past twenty minutes. Kensei had forced him to leave work early, using the excuse that his scent reeked of cortisol and frustration.
"You're making me dizzy," he'd said, and had literally shoved him back home.
Now, Kensei was changing clothes at the foot of the bed.
Shūhei watched him, eyes fixed on the alpha’s back. On his neck. Bare. Strong. Untouched.
Shūhei reached up to touch his own neck, where a perfect bite mark glistened faintly. A permanent scar, made during the first heat they spent together after getting married. It meant Shūhei belonged to Kensei. Their bond was sealed. Any other alpha could smell the difference. They’d know he was no longer free.
But Kensei still was.
“...Muguruma-san…”
“What?” Kensei answered without turning around. “I’m not letting you go back to work.”
“It’s not that… it’s just… Can I… bite you?”
The alpha blinked. He turned his head slightly. Shūhei was staring at him with wide, tense eyes. Like his words might shatter something between them.
“You usually do that when we’re in bed,” Kensei said with a crooked smile. “Why ask like that all of a sudden?”
“I mean… bite you… mark you.”
The silence turned heavy. Like lead in the air.
Shūhei lowered his gaze. The pressure in his chest grew with every second.
“Forget it. It was stupid… Alphas don’t like being marked… And you’re a captain… It doesn’t matter… Just forget it.”
But Kensei had already turned around completely. His expression had changed. He wasn’t teasing anymore.
“Sure. Bite me.”
“…What?”
“Yeah. Do it. Tachikaze is calm—hell, he's even happy. So am I. Do it.”
Shūhei flushed to the tips of his ears. His scent shifted slightly.
“Don’t get nervous now. You’re the one who asked,” Kensei said, stepping closer.
“…If you keep agreeing to everything I ask for… I’m going to get greedy…”
“I don’t care. I’ll spoil you as much as you want.”
Kensei sat down on the bed, pulling the collar of his shirt aside. His alpha scent wrapped around everything protective, steady, with that wild undertone only Shūhei could truly sense up close.
Shūhei crawled across the bed, hugged him from behind, and held him tightly. His nose pressed against the alpha’s neck. He inhaled deeply.
“You really don’t care…? What if people mock you…? You’re a captain… It’s not a good idea… And I don’t think—”
“My job and my personal life don’t go hand in hand,” Kensei said seriously. “If they judge me, let it be for what I do as captain of the Ninth Division. Not for what I do with the person I love.”
The word love hit Shūhei like a blow to the chest.
He went still for a moment, swallowing hard.
Then he opened his mouth. Licked first. His tongue left a warm, wet line on the alpha’s skin. Then he bit. Hard.
Kensei tensed, but didn’t pull away. His breathing hitched for a second, and Shūhei knew he’d left a mark that would last.
A sign. A claim.
When he pulled back, the fresh scar shone red on the alpha’s neck.
“Are you happy?” Kensei asked.
Shūhei leaned his forehead against his back.
“…Yeah. A lot.”
“So am I.”