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[Team Three] After all this time
Eri and Mousi wanted more omegaverse so here we go.
I glossed over the dirty bits so it's PG-13.
Entertained. That’s how he would describe how he felt after sleeping with someone. Sometimes less but never anything more than that. It didn’t matter whether it was an alpha, omega or even a beta. Iwamoto had thought that was just how things were supposed to be for him. How ‘normal’ felt like. But he had been wrong.
It all started at a high school class reunion. Since most of the guys from his old class he got along with were busy - most of them are pretty famous now - Iwamoto found himself hanging out and talking to people he hadn’t talked to in a long time.
“I heard the good news, Hikaru. Congratulations,” Kishi Yosuke beamed at him. Iwamoto smiles back, the other’s honest smile too contagious to ignore. “I wish you the best!”
“Likewise. I heard you’re doing well these days, too.”
“Thanks,” Kishi was still smiling but the smile turned mellow somehow. “Lots of things happened.” Iwamoto blinked when he picked up some kind of scent from the other he had never noticed from the other before. It was also a scent he knew though. Some of the others in his group exuded this scent as well. The scent that marked them as ‘taken’.
“You’re bonded,” it slipped out before Iwamoto could stop himself. Maybe it was the alcohol talking at this point. He wanted to slap himself. He usually wasn’t this careless.
“Yeah. And I never thought it would be like this. Feel like this. It’s something else,” Kishi didn’t seem to mind his slip up. “I hope everyone will be able to experience something like this.” He smiled at Iwamoto again but his smile had something a little bit more mysterious to it than before. “It will hit you out of the blue but that’s totally worth it. Worth what follows.”
For a while after that Iwamoto didn’t really think about things but one day at rehearsals, life hit him full force. It was a scent again. A scent almost so strong it made him feel sick.
Fukazawa looked at him worriedly when he called for a break and stepped out.
Iwamoto relaxed when he stood outside in the finally cooler air.
“Are you okay there?” Fukazawa joined him. “You’re off today.”
“Sorry,” Iwamoto apologized. “I’m not quite sure what happened.”
“You know you can tell me if there’s something wrong, right?” Fukazawa offered.
“I know. Thanks, Fukka. Sorry for bothering everyone.”
“You’re not bothering anyone. Everyone has a low sometimes. And since we’re all in for the long haul now, it’s the duty of the group to take care of all its members. You take care of us, we take care of you. Okay?” Fukazawa looked at Iwamoto. “Don’t forget that. That’s how it’s always been and that’s how it will always be.”
“Roger that,” Iwamoto smiled.
Then he looked up at the sky. “Say, Fukka, what did it feel like when you took Abe-chan as your mate? Was there anything special?”
Fukazawa looked at Iwamoto, “Oh? Someone finally catch your fancy for real?”
“I don’t know yet. But I sensed pheromones earlier. They were so strong they made me dizzy,” Iwamoto admitted to the other. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
A frown creased Fukazawa’s eyebrows, “Pheromones? They say only omegas release those. It means they are calling for their mate, if I remember what we were taught about the secondary genders correctly. I can double check with Ryohei.” He crossed his arms. “Omegas are rare, though. I’ve never met one. Could it be a member of the staff? It’s none of us for sure. All members of Johnny’s are alphas. The old man chose without fail even before the tests came in.”
“I guess.” Iwamoto mulled over that bit of information for a bit.
He remembered learning about it in school. Learned about the ‘myths’ surrounding omegas and which ones were real and which ones were just stories.
As a bit of a romanticist, Iwamoto had liked the stories about soulmates, about fated partners. He was a bit of a superstitious person as well, so he really believed in a bond that had been decided by a higher power. Of course there were bonds among alphas and betas and even between alphas and betas as well but the stories said that those could be broken, while a bond between an alpha and an omega, if it was ‘true’ could not.
Maybe it was merely a hyped story in the light of rising divorce rates and the like but a small part of Iwamoto believed in the truth that might be hidden somewhere in that story.
Little did he know that he would soon find out first hand which parts of the story were true.
Snow Man stayed late at rehearsals as per usual but at one point their manager started to kick people out so most of them trudged off to the showers. Raul had left - he had school to attend after all - and then one by one the others had trickled out, leaving Iwamoto to lock up and finish.
Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
What was out of the ordinary was the wave of pheromones that hit Iwamoto when he stepped out of the building and walked towards the station.
The scent was almost overwhelmingly strong this time and Iwamoto followed it on instinct. He did not have to go far. Leaning heavily against the wall of one of the buildings in a nearby dark alley was Sakuma. He seemed to be trembling. When the other noticed him and turned around, Iwamoto saw that Sakuma’s face was flushed and red, almost feverish. His eyes were glassy as well and he seemed to have a hard time focusing them.
It hit Iwamoto like a bucket of cold water. The other was in heat. And he was releasing pheromones. Which could only mean one thing.
He looked at the shorter male. “Sakuma, what’s the meaning of- you’re an omega?”
“I’ve never had my heat before. Why now, Hikaru?” Sakuma looked almost scared when he looked at Iwamoto. It almost broke Iwamoto’s heart because Sakuma almost never looked scared. If Sakuma was scared, things were going wrong.
“I wish I had an answer for that,” Iwamoto replied earnestly and tried to gather his wits to think about what to do but it was getting harder and harder to do so as the pheromones were starting to affect him. The fact that he was touching Sakuma and the other was so close to him was not helping with that at all. Quite on the contrary, it made things worse.
“We need to get you to a hospital. You need suppressants,” Iwamoto grunted and maneuvered them forward, moved them...somewhere.
“I take them every day without fail. It can’t be that,” Sakuma shook his head.
“But then what do we-” Iwamoto stopped mid-question when he felt Sakuma pressing himself closer to him and then he felt Sakuma’s hot breath when the other breathed in his scent. It seemed to calm Sakuma down a little but it put Iwamoto further on edge. It sent heat down to his nether regions instead of up to his brain. Not a good thing.
“You smell good, Hikaru. I like it.”
Sakuma’s scent, too, was becoming intoxicating and it was robbing Iwamoto of his ability to think straight faster than he liked it to.
With the last shred of brain power he still possessed, Iwamoto was able to get them into a nearby love hotel. It was a vending machine type, so no questions asked. Put in money, get a key, go up to the room. Since Sakuma seemed to have a hard time walking, Iwamoto just picked the other up and carried him up to the room.
He almost unceremoniously dropped his fellow group member onto the bed once they reached the room, brain now unable to really coordinate any movements anymore.
When he felt Sakuma’s hands sneaking under his shirt, touching his bare skin, it was over. Iwamoto’s mind went blank.
He had no recollection of what had happened when he opened his eyes again. A feeling of panic shot through him for a second but then his eyes fell onto the still form lying on the bed with him, curled up against his side somewhat.
His eyes fell onto the clock on the bedside table and he cursed inwardly before making a grab for his phone. There was a wall of messages from his family, his mother scolding him and telling him to at least send them a message if he got stuck in the city after work or something. He made a note to apologize properly later. Later, after he figured out what had happened.
“I’m sorry, Hikaru.”
The voice startled him and he looked down to find Sakuma’s eyes open. The dark brown depths were focused and normal again and the expression of fear had been replaced with one of guilt.
“Sorry for what?” Iwamoto asked back and then sat up on the bed. He winced at how sore he felt. His muscles screamed at him and it was not unlike how he felt after a SASUKE attempt.
“For not telling you that I was an omega.” Sakuma sat up as well and when Iwamoto’s eyes followed Sakuma’s movements, he felt heat shoot up to his cheeks. He’d left marks on the other. They were in places that wouldn’t be too visible to most people but would most definitely be seen when Sakuma took his clothes off to shower.
Ah but those marks showed that Sakuma was his. So they should be seen.
Wait, where had that thought come from all of a sudden?
“You really are dumb to join an agency, not to mention a group full of alphas. But I guess it’s not unlike you,” Iwamoto averted his gaze. “Although I guess it’s a miracle as to how you got in.”
“The old man knew,” Sakuma admitted then. “Since well, takes one to know one.”
“Wait, what?”
“How do you think he was able to pick out alphas?” Sakuma pointed out. “Without fail.”
It made sense. But that did not make the revelation any less shocking. He shook that thought off though and returned to the issue at hand.
“You said you’d never had your heat before.”
“Yeah. I’ve taken suppressants all my life and get regular check ups. They should have worked.”
It is said that a change in a person’s psyche can have an effect on their secondary gender. What kind of effect is still largely unknown.
“The debut announcement, a full moon,” Iwamoto muttered to himself.
“Yeah around the debut announcement was when I started to feel weird from time to time,” Sakuma threw in. “But only whenever I was with the group. Or actually just…”
“Just what?”
“Around you,” Sakuma admitted and looked at Iwamoto.
Pheromones? They say only omegas release those. It means they are calling for their mate...
None of the others seemed to have reacted differently to being around Sakuma. And they had more than enough unbonded alphas in their group to prove that. Unless of course the others had nerves of steel but Iwamoto doubted that. Nothing against his group mates but, yeah.
“After all this time? Really?” How many years had they known each other now? How many years had they been this close to one another?
“Not everyone can bond in kindergarten already,” Sakuma joked.
Iwamoto snorted softly at that. “True.”
Then Sakuma’s expression softened and he smiled at Iwamoto. “Maybe it’s because now we know that we’ll be together for the long haul.”
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I glossed over the dirty bits so it's PG-13.
Entertained. That’s how he would describe how he felt after sleeping with someone. Sometimes less but never anything more than that. It didn’t matter whether it was an alpha, omega or even a beta. Iwamoto had thought that was just how things were supposed to be for him. How ‘normal’ felt like. But he had been wrong.
It all started at a high school class reunion. Since most of the guys from his old class he got along with were busy - most of them are pretty famous now - Iwamoto found himself hanging out and talking to people he hadn’t talked to in a long time.
“I heard the good news, Hikaru. Congratulations,” Kishi Yosuke beamed at him. Iwamoto smiles back, the other’s honest smile too contagious to ignore. “I wish you the best!”
“Likewise. I heard you’re doing well these days, too.”
“Thanks,” Kishi was still smiling but the smile turned mellow somehow. “Lots of things happened.” Iwamoto blinked when he picked up some kind of scent from the other he had never noticed from the other before. It was also a scent he knew though. Some of the others in his group exuded this scent as well. The scent that marked them as ‘taken’.
“You’re bonded,” it slipped out before Iwamoto could stop himself. Maybe it was the alcohol talking at this point. He wanted to slap himself. He usually wasn’t this careless.
“Yeah. And I never thought it would be like this. Feel like this. It’s something else,” Kishi didn’t seem to mind his slip up. “I hope everyone will be able to experience something like this.” He smiled at Iwamoto again but his smile had something a little bit more mysterious to it than before. “It will hit you out of the blue but that’s totally worth it. Worth what follows.”
For a while after that Iwamoto didn’t really think about things but one day at rehearsals, life hit him full force. It was a scent again. A scent almost so strong it made him feel sick.
Fukazawa looked at him worriedly when he called for a break and stepped out.
Iwamoto relaxed when he stood outside in the finally cooler air.
“Are you okay there?” Fukazawa joined him. “You’re off today.”
“Sorry,” Iwamoto apologized. “I’m not quite sure what happened.”
“You know you can tell me if there’s something wrong, right?” Fukazawa offered.
“I know. Thanks, Fukka. Sorry for bothering everyone.”
“You’re not bothering anyone. Everyone has a low sometimes. And since we’re all in for the long haul now, it’s the duty of the group to take care of all its members. You take care of us, we take care of you. Okay?” Fukazawa looked at Iwamoto. “Don’t forget that. That’s how it’s always been and that’s how it will always be.”
“Roger that,” Iwamoto smiled.
Then he looked up at the sky. “Say, Fukka, what did it feel like when you took Abe-chan as your mate? Was there anything special?”
Fukazawa looked at Iwamoto, “Oh? Someone finally catch your fancy for real?”
“I don’t know yet. But I sensed pheromones earlier. They were so strong they made me dizzy,” Iwamoto admitted to the other. “I’ve never had that happen before.”
A frown creased Fukazawa’s eyebrows, “Pheromones? They say only omegas release those. It means they are calling for their mate, if I remember what we were taught about the secondary genders correctly. I can double check with Ryohei.” He crossed his arms. “Omegas are rare, though. I’ve never met one. Could it be a member of the staff? It’s none of us for sure. All members of Johnny’s are alphas. The old man chose without fail even before the tests came in.”
“I guess.” Iwamoto mulled over that bit of information for a bit.
He remembered learning about it in school. Learned about the ‘myths’ surrounding omegas and which ones were real and which ones were just stories.
As a bit of a romanticist, Iwamoto had liked the stories about soulmates, about fated partners. He was a bit of a superstitious person as well, so he really believed in a bond that had been decided by a higher power. Of course there were bonds among alphas and betas and even between alphas and betas as well but the stories said that those could be broken, while a bond between an alpha and an omega, if it was ‘true’ could not.
Maybe it was merely a hyped story in the light of rising divorce rates and the like but a small part of Iwamoto believed in the truth that might be hidden somewhere in that story.
Little did he know that he would soon find out first hand which parts of the story were true.
Snow Man stayed late at rehearsals as per usual but at one point their manager started to kick people out so most of them trudged off to the showers. Raul had left - he had school to attend after all - and then one by one the others had trickled out, leaving Iwamoto to lock up and finish.
Again, nothing out of the ordinary.
What was out of the ordinary was the wave of pheromones that hit Iwamoto when he stepped out of the building and walked towards the station.
The scent was almost overwhelmingly strong this time and Iwamoto followed it on instinct. He did not have to go far. Leaning heavily against the wall of one of the buildings in a nearby dark alley was Sakuma. He seemed to be trembling. When the other noticed him and turned around, Iwamoto saw that Sakuma’s face was flushed and red, almost feverish. His eyes were glassy as well and he seemed to have a hard time focusing them.
It hit Iwamoto like a bucket of cold water. The other was in heat. And he was releasing pheromones. Which could only mean one thing.
He looked at the shorter male. “Sakuma, what’s the meaning of- you’re an omega?”
“I’ve never had my heat before. Why now, Hikaru?” Sakuma looked almost scared when he looked at Iwamoto. It almost broke Iwamoto’s heart because Sakuma almost never looked scared. If Sakuma was scared, things were going wrong.
“I wish I had an answer for that,” Iwamoto replied earnestly and tried to gather his wits to think about what to do but it was getting harder and harder to do so as the pheromones were starting to affect him. The fact that he was touching Sakuma and the other was so close to him was not helping with that at all. Quite on the contrary, it made things worse.
“We need to get you to a hospital. You need suppressants,” Iwamoto grunted and maneuvered them forward, moved them...somewhere.
“I take them every day without fail. It can’t be that,” Sakuma shook his head.
“But then what do we-” Iwamoto stopped mid-question when he felt Sakuma pressing himself closer to him and then he felt Sakuma’s hot breath when the other breathed in his scent. It seemed to calm Sakuma down a little but it put Iwamoto further on edge. It sent heat down to his nether regions instead of up to his brain. Not a good thing.
“You smell good, Hikaru. I like it.”
Sakuma’s scent, too, was becoming intoxicating and it was robbing Iwamoto of his ability to think straight faster than he liked it to.
With the last shred of brain power he still possessed, Iwamoto was able to get them into a nearby love hotel. It was a vending machine type, so no questions asked. Put in money, get a key, go up to the room. Since Sakuma seemed to have a hard time walking, Iwamoto just picked the other up and carried him up to the room.
He almost unceremoniously dropped his fellow group member onto the bed once they reached the room, brain now unable to really coordinate any movements anymore.
When he felt Sakuma’s hands sneaking under his shirt, touching his bare skin, it was over. Iwamoto’s mind went blank.
He had no recollection of what had happened when he opened his eyes again. A feeling of panic shot through him for a second but then his eyes fell onto the still form lying on the bed with him, curled up against his side somewhat.
His eyes fell onto the clock on the bedside table and he cursed inwardly before making a grab for his phone. There was a wall of messages from his family, his mother scolding him and telling him to at least send them a message if he got stuck in the city after work or something. He made a note to apologize properly later. Later, after he figured out what had happened.
“I’m sorry, Hikaru.”
The voice startled him and he looked down to find Sakuma’s eyes open. The dark brown depths were focused and normal again and the expression of fear had been replaced with one of guilt.
“Sorry for what?” Iwamoto asked back and then sat up on the bed. He winced at how sore he felt. His muscles screamed at him and it was not unlike how he felt after a SASUKE attempt.
“For not telling you that I was an omega.” Sakuma sat up as well and when Iwamoto’s eyes followed Sakuma’s movements, he felt heat shoot up to his cheeks. He’d left marks on the other. They were in places that wouldn’t be too visible to most people but would most definitely be seen when Sakuma took his clothes off to shower.
Ah but those marks showed that Sakuma was his. So they should be seen.
Wait, where had that thought come from all of a sudden?
“You really are dumb to join an agency, not to mention a group full of alphas. But I guess it’s not unlike you,” Iwamoto averted his gaze. “Although I guess it’s a miracle as to how you got in.”
“The old man knew,” Sakuma admitted then. “Since well, takes one to know one.”
“Wait, what?”
“How do you think he was able to pick out alphas?” Sakuma pointed out. “Without fail.”
It made sense. But that did not make the revelation any less shocking. He shook that thought off though and returned to the issue at hand.
“You said you’d never had your heat before.”
“Yeah. I’ve taken suppressants all my life and get regular check ups. They should have worked.”
It is said that a change in a person’s psyche can have an effect on their secondary gender. What kind of effect is still largely unknown.
“The debut announcement, a full moon,” Iwamoto muttered to himself.
“Yeah around the debut announcement was when I started to feel weird from time to time,” Sakuma threw in. “But only whenever I was with the group. Or actually just…”
“Just what?”
“Around you,” Sakuma admitted and looked at Iwamoto.
Pheromones? They say only omegas release those. It means they are calling for their mate...
None of the others seemed to have reacted differently to being around Sakuma. And they had more than enough unbonded alphas in their group to prove that. Unless of course the others had nerves of steel but Iwamoto doubted that. Nothing against his group mates but, yeah.
“After all this time? Really?” How many years had they known each other now? How many years had they been this close to one another?
“Not everyone can bond in kindergarten already,” Sakuma joked.
Iwamoto snorted softly at that. “True.”
Then Sakuma’s expression softened and he smiled at Iwamoto. “Maybe it’s because now we know that we’ll be together for the long haul.”
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thesecretdoor
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Ok, brain refocusing now @_@ That was amazing!
But, I also love that Kishi made a surprise appearance (Totally thought this was somehow gonna turn to Iwamoto/Kishi and was like....does Mousi even know him?)
<3 <3 <3 I love you so much for writing more~
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honestly that's as good an explanation for johnny as anything lol