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Secondary genders were like a curse. Separating in three different groups, alphas were the highest, betas were in the middle, and omegas were the lowest.

Sanemi hated alphas. Practically boneheads that think they’re better than everyone. Since he was younger, his father became the sole reason he hated them. Always beating down on his mother because she was a lower class than him. A part of Sanemi hopes he presented as an alpha to finally put his father in his place.

Instead, life cursed him as he presented as an omega.

Kyogo wasted no time reminding Sanemi of his place, and yet Sanemi refused to obey. Never did he submit to his father’s wrath. He protected his Mama. He protected his siblings. Even when he knew he couldn’t do much, Sanemi still tried. He wouldn’t submit to an alpha.

Not now. Not ever.

The hatred he harbored for alphas only remained when he entered the demon slayer corps. There were a few alphas he respected and some he chose to ignore. It was normal for the corps to have many members who were alphas and betas. Rarely were there any omegas.

Omegas were seen as the stay-at-home wives. The only thing they were good for was to give birth and reproduce. Practically a trophy for their mate.

Sanemi refused to fall under those standards. At least, he wasn’t the only one. There were other omegas in the Demon Slayer Corp. As much as he hated alphas, he met one decent alpha, Kanae Kocho. She gave him a suppressant to help him pass off as a beta. This way, it would avoid anyone from assuming his secondary gender. Sanemi felt nothing but relieved.

He wouldn’t have to worry about anyone finding out.

Sanemi Shinazugawa.

The beta was interesting. When Kyojuro joined the corps, he was intrigued by the white-haired male. His scent was like smelling lilies and lavender. It was soft and dulled for a beta. Never did he think a beta can smell like this. He would’ve thought things would go swiftly.

That was until Sanemi punched him for trying to scent him. The beta growled, shouting him to stay the fuck away from him as he left the meeting.

Kyojuro stood there, dumbfounded.

He was about to say something until he felt an arm around his shoulders.

“Don’t take it to heart, Kyojuro,” Uzui says, another alpha. Kyojuro glances at his new friend as Uzui continues. “Shinazugawa doesn’t like alphas too much, so it isn’t your fault. Well…he doesn’t mind Kanae.” He points at Kanae who offers a small smile.

Kyojuro nods his head. He then clasps his hands together. “Then, I will try my hardest for Sanemi to like me.”

A small giggle leaves Kanae. “I wish you the best, Rengoku.” She bows her head before leaving. Uzui was a little hesitant. He knew Sanemi didn’t hate him as much as before, it would be hard to get the beta to open up. Still, Uzui was impressed by the determination Kyojuro held in his eyes.

‘My…quite flashy!’

He wishes his new best bud the best of luck on taming the wild beta. He didn’t realize that Kyojuro was determined to befriend the beta no matter what.

It appeared luck was on Kyojuro’s side when he was assigned a mission with the Wind Hashira. He found the Hashira walking down the trail. Kyojuro perked up.

“Shinazugawa!”

Sanemi glowers when the alpha gets close to hug him. However, the alpha stops, knowing it wouldn’t end well. He keeps his hands to himself. He’s content with seeing the beta from the distance.

“It’s quite unexpected that the Master assigned us this mission! I do wonder if there was an ulterior motive!” Kyojuro chuckles. Sanemi tsked, “Shut up. We were the only Hashira nearby. That’s the only reason.” He doesn’t dare face Kyojuro, keeping his pace.

“Do you believe it’s one of the twelve Kizuki?”

Sanemi scoffs, “I doubt it. They sent a bunch of low ranks to defeat this demon. It shouldn’t be surprising if they failed.” The new age of slayers seemed to be tanking downwards instead of growing stronger. Kyojuro shakes his head. “It’s unkind to judge our fellow comrades, Shinazugawa.”

The beta rolled his eyes. It was idiotic to argue against this guy. Once he finishes this mission, he’s going stay the hell away from Rengoku. He doesn’t know if he has the patience to deal with this guy.

As he thought wrongly of Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira was excited to spend time with Sanemi. He hopes to strength their bond. A part of Kyojuro wouldn’t admit he wanted to seek out Sanemi as something more.

There was something alluring about the beta.

Once they entered the village, Sanemi moved a hand to block his nose. Rengoku seemed to follow suit as he was covering his nose. “Does that smell like–?”

Sanemi glares, “Don’t finish that statement?” They continued walking until they entered inside the Wisteria home.

The lady was there to greet them. She was wearing a nose plug. She offered nose plugs to the Hashira as Sanemi was able to calm down. Kyojuro seemed to calm down as well, then again, he didn’t look too phase. They finally entered the room with all the slayers, mostly unconscious, as they were panting heavily.

“So, a demon with drunk-like blood demon art?” Sanemi tsks. “Must be getting off its rocker with getting everyone to fall under their secondary nature.” All the victims were alphas that were killed. These slayers were lucky to make it to the estate.

“If they fall under their secondary nature, it makes it easier for the demon to attack. They’re vulnerable.”

“They’re vulnerable, because they weren’t quick enough to avoid the demon’s attack.” He scoffs, leaving the room. Kyojuro follows by his side. “Considering we’re a day late, there’s no doubt a crow was already sent to Kocho.” With no doubt, Sanemi knew Shinobu would be able to create an antidote.

“All we need to do is kill this son of bitch,” Sanemi says. Once he does that, he’ll be finish with this mission.

As Sanemi walks ahead, Kyojuro almost falls behind. He had noticed the tone in Sanemi’s words. The beta sounded uncomfortable.

The demon didn’t take long to find. They were Hashira after all. If they couldn’t find the demon, they didn’t deserve to be at this rank in the Corps. Sanemi dodged, swiftly avoiding the pollen the demon was releasing. The nose plugs had fallen off during battle as the demon was able to split itself to spread the pores.

Both of them were heading close to beheading the demon. Kyojuro moved away from the attacks, avoiding the pollen. He knew Sanemi could reach the demon. He had no doubt in his mind. He watches the Wind Hashira dashed past the attacks.

That was until it happened.

Sanemi was so close to beheading the demon. That was until he inhaled. It was suffocating. How? How did he get hit? The demon was laughing, as the pollen drifts away from where it was hiding. Damnit. Damnit. Sanemi struggled to keep his footing until he falls.

Quickly, Kyojuro moved, catching the beta. “Shinazugawa!” Sanemi was unresponsive from taking a full hit of the pollen. He growls, setting the Wind Hashira down as he moves to take on the demon. The demon seemed pleased as it begins to laugh.

“What are you going to do, Hashira? Your friend couldn’t even take me down!” Kyojuro rushes forward, unleashing a technique. It was hard to avoid the pollen. It could come any direction. It only got Sanemi, because he inhaled it when it came from the opposite direction.

“What you’ve done is unforgiveable,” Kyojuro shouts. “You’ll pay!” He feels some of the pollen dust his haori and uniform as he slashes the demon’s head off. The demon seemed surprised as its head falls off. It only begins shouting once it drops to the ground.

“CURSE YOU! CURSE YOU!”

The demon shouts as his final words as his body crumbles into dust. Kyojuro choked on the BDA, pollen coating his clothing. The scent was sickening. He moved his hand to cover his nose. He ignores the demon’s final laugh.

Still, Kyojuro rushed off from the defeated demon. He found Sanemi pressed against the tree. He was covering his nose. A deepening blush colored the beta’s cheeks. He was squirming underneath Kyojuro’s gaze.

That’s when it hit Kyojuro.

The scent, it was sweeter than what a beta is. This wasn't the scent of a beta, it was the scent of a...

“You’re an omega?”

Kyojuro stares in shock, forcing himself not to react to the remaining effects of the demon’s BDA. He knew it was too late for that, considering he was feeling the effect. He won’t dare react, not when the omega was staring at him with glossy lavender eyes.

“S-Shut up,” Sanemi gritted his teeth.

Kyojuro’s scent was too much. He squirmed under Kyojuro’s sight. Already his body was submitting to the alpha, practically pleading for the Flame Hashira to take right here and now. Showing no care that there were other slayers around.

“F-Fuck!”

Sanemi bites down on the moan when Kyojuro lifts him up. This was too much. Too much. Now he was close to Kyojuro’s scent gland. His mouth watered as his blunt teeth wanted to dig into Kyojuro’s mark and then let the alpha claim him as his omega.

He was 18 after all. Omegas his age already bear at least 2 pups.

Damnit. Damnit!

He needed to get away from Kyojuro. He’s not thinking straight. He needs to leave before Kyojuro begins feeling the effect.

Kyojuro seemed to realize that he took Sanemi away from the other slayers. His secondary instincts were shouting for him to shield the omega away from the other hungry sights of the other slayers. A growl rising in his throat at the thought of any of these slayers claiming what rightfully belongs him.

No!

He forces that thought down. Sanemi isn’t his. Sanemi was his own person. He won’t claim Sanemi if he didn’t desire it. He won’t fall for his instincts.

Quickly, he finds a room inside the Wisteria rest homes. He didn’t have time to greet the owner as he leaves Sanemi inside the room. The Wind Hashira felt hot to the touch. It didn’t help how Sanemi looked so damn cute with the blush on his cheeks.

A part of him wonders if Sanemi would look so cute nude. How deep would Sanemi’s blush grow. How pretty would he be, calling out for him to claim him. Filling him up with pup after pup, no doubt Sanemi would be a caring Dam. He’s heard from Kanae how soft Sanemi was around other pups.

It didn’t help that now he knew why small children would flock towards Sanemi. It’s because of Sanemi’s loving scent of lavender and lilies that reeled pups in.

Still, Kyojuro forces those thoughts down.

“Stop,” he keeps reminding himself. He won’t cross that line. He won’t. Sanemi isn’t thinking clearly.

‘And neither are you.’

The small voice whispers. Kyojuro cursed. For the first time, he felt too weak. He needs to get out of here. He was already feeling the effects of the BDA.

Washing his face, Kyojuro needed to control himself. Every part of him wants to ravish the omega in the other room. Whatever was in that demon’s BDA, was making his senses grow crazy. How lovely it would be to claim the loud, dirty mouthed omega as his own. Just a month ago, Sanemi hated his guts.

He won’t ruin everything by sleeping with the Wind Hashira.

And yet, all of that was thrown out the window when he entered back into the room. Laying on the futon was the nude omega, his cheeks were flushed a deep red as the bedsheets barely covering his body.

White sheets covering the lower parts of the white-haired omega. Sanemi purrs. “C’mon alpha, don’t you want to ravish me?” Lavender eyes filled with lust as the blanket was lowering. Moving his hands up to rub against his neck, showing his bear neck.

“Don’t you want to mark me?” A small moan leaves the omega as he squirms under the sheets. “I’m so cold, Alpha. Need you badly.” Kyojuro needed to hold back. He can’t. He won’t.

Sanemi took the larger dose of the demon’s BDA. The omega was reaching down under the sheets, playing with himself, rolling his fingers between the bud. Moans were racking out of him, begging the alpha to touch him.

Suddenly, Sanemi whines. His wrist was pulled away. When he looks up, he sees the crazed eyes of his alpha. Sanemi purred in delight at the dominance.

“Such a dirty omega,” Kyojuro leans close. “Practically tempting me. Don’t you know what you’re doing to me?” He licks Sanemi’s neck, brushing against his scent gland. Sanemi trembled.

“F-Fuck,” Sanemi moans.

He’s never been with another partner. Even in his heats, he spent those alone before going on his suppressants. He couldn’t afford to be vulnerable to anyone. He couldn’t.

Heat burns across Sanemi’s cheeks as Kyojuro busied himself with kissing and marking Sanemi’s neck. One of his hands was moving down to play with Sanemi’s cunt, his fingers dragged between the omega’s folds. Sanemi’s head snapped back as he let out a pitiful squeal.

“Alpha! Alpha!”

Kyojuro was thrusting his fingers into the omega’s sweet cunt. The sweet aroma filled the air, it mixed with his own scent. Oh, how lovely it is for his omega to smell like him. He stripped himself of his own clothing. Sanemi blushed a deep red at his alpha’s naked body. He couldn’t take his eyes off of Kyojuro.

Kyojuro moved down. With one hand thrusting his fingers into Sanemi’s tight hole, prepping him, his other hand was rubbing one of Sanemi’s nipples. He was busy rolling his tongue around on his nubs, leaving Sanemi’s neck alone. The sweet moans leaving Sanemi’s lips was captivating. It was addicting.

It was a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

Sanemi’s scent ran wild, practically begging him to mate him over and over. That’s what Kyojuro is going to do. He’s going to ruin this omega.

Lost lavender eyes watch his alpha move down his stomach, pressing hot kisses against his skin. It felt too much. His hips twitch as his alpha removed his fingers from his hot cunt. A deepening blush colors his cheeks when his alpha moved to lick his fingers.

“So sweet,” he purrs. Sanemi grew flustered at the dirty imagery.

Even as Sanemi knew Kyojuro was close to his cunt, he blew against his hot cunt. Sanemi whines, his hips shuttering.

“K-Kyojuro, stop teasing. Y–Ah!” Sanemi lets out a sharp cry when his alpha begins to lap up his wet slick. He was playing with his cunt, lapping between his folds. It felt too dirty. It was too much, but it was satisfying his heat. He sobs pitifully as his alpha continues to lap up his slick.

He was spreading him out with his tongue. Sanemi tries to keep his moans down as Kyojuro continues abusing his cunt. He moved his hand to bite down on it.

Kyojuro didn’t like that his omega was muffling his sounds. He moved away from Sanemi’s cunt, biting on Sanemi’s inner thigh. Sanemi lets out a yelp. Shocked lavender eyes meet his playful gaze.

“Naughty omega.”

Sanemi didn’t have time to prepare when his alpha moved upwards. He grasps Sanemi’s wrists, pinning them against the bedding. Sanemi wasn’t prepared for his alpha to thrust inside his tight heat.

“Too much! Alpha, it’s too much!” His thighs twitched as his alpha’s cock slides deeper into his cunt. Sanemi couldn’t stop the sounds from leaving his mouth. He was at Kyojuro’s mercy.

He couldn’t move away. Kyojuro begins snapping his hips into Sanemi’s heat. With Sanemi’s wrists pinned, Kyojuro focused on pleasuring his omega. He keeps thrusting until he hits against the sweet bundle of nerves that had his omega squealing.

Something wet slides down his cock.

Embarrassment crosses against Sanemi’s cheeks. They’re barely beginning, and his omega has already come. Sanemi twitches, “A-Alpha, you’re too deep inside.” He sobs. His fingers dig into the palms of his hands. The thick girth of Kyojuro’s cock was spreading him so good.

Sanemi wanted to move away. He’s already came as his alpha is only beginning. If he doesn’t get away, he doesn’t think he would ever be able to live without having to feel this again.

All his protests die when his alpha pulled out. Sanemi whines, “N-No!” He sobs, trying to keep his alpha inside. However, Kyojuro has already flipped him on his hands and knees. Kyojuro’s chest presses against his back. “Shh, it’s okay. It’s okay.” He reassures the omega. He slides back in.

Sanemi whimpers.

“More. More,” he begs. It sounded unlike him to beg. His alpha didn’t need more convincing. He begins thrusting inside the omega, pleasing Sanemi as he couldn’t stop moaning. He felt suffocated against the sheets. Kyojuro’s grip dug into his hips with each thrust.

He tugs Sanemi back to meet his thrusts. Sanemi only moans, enjoying the sweet pleasure. It was hitting that spot so well.

Kyojuro enjoyed the wonderful sight of his omega unraveling under him. That was until his omega tried to muffle his hot moans. He moved to grab Sanemi’s wrists. Sanemi whines against his mate’s strength.

Sanemi’s wrists were pinned as his mouth was muffled against the sheets. It kept his mouth shut as the strong alpha slid through his heat. He trembled with each thrust. His mind went blank as the alpha set a brutal pace. Kyojuro felt loss in the tight heat. His mate was so beautiful, so captivating.

All Kyojuro wants to do is mark and keep this omega tied down to him.

Such a wild omega, never fitting the standardized ideals of what an omega is supposed to be.

Sanemi’s fists clenched as he couldn’t move his wrists from under Kyojuro’s tight grip. The alpha was too focused on fucking his wet cunt, basking in the tight heat. He was chasing the sweet pleasure it came with being with an omega. Sanemi felt suffocated. He wanted to move his head from the pillow.

All of it was put to a stop when Kyojuro moved his arm to take Sanemi’s wrists with one hand. With one spare hand, he moved it to Sanemi’s hair, yanking the omega’s white hair, forcing him to meet his thrusts. Kyojuro doesn’t give Sanemi a moment to focus on the pleasure as he flips the omega over. Now, he was able to look at his squirming omega.

Sanemi’s hair was a complete mess. Drool trailed down Sanemi’s mouth as he was moaning and panting. He was whining. Kyojuro kept snapping his hips into the omega, his cock sliding in and out of the wet cunt.

“So good. So good. Such a good omega. You’re so good for your alpha,” Kyojuro praises. He moves one of his hands to pinch one of Sanemi’s puffy nipples. Sanemi sobbed from the pleasure. “Mate me! Mate me! Please, give me your pups.” He squirmed under the alpha’s lustful gaze.

Kyojuro growled, “I’ll give you them all. You’ll take it, won’t you?” He begins asking as the grip around his wrists tightens. “You’ll be a good Mama. Taking care of them. I’ll keep you filled. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He releases Sanemi’s wrists, moving to press against the bump on his tummy.

“I’m so deep inside you, Sanemi,” Kyojuro pants. “You take me so well.” He purrs, rubbing his nose against Sanemi’s scent gland. “Gonna breed you so full.” Sanemi whimpers. He moans against Kyojuro’s touch as his hand presses against the bump. It felt so good.

“B-Breed me,” Sanemi shouts. “Want them all. Please. Please. Please.” He begins begging. It was too much. He knew it was too much the moment Kyojuro made him orgasm again. He trembled around the alpha, and yet he wanted more. He wants it to fill up his womb. He wants it to take.

The rational side of his brain would’ve shouted for him he couldn’t afford to bear pups. Not now. He couldn’t, but those thoughts weren’t present. Not when the alpha knotted his hole. It was stretching him.

“Too much! Alpha, too much!” Kyojuro’s knot was stretching his cunt. It would leave him gapping if he took Kyojuro’s knot. He tried to pull away. A moment of clarity striking in his mind as he tried to thrust away, but it was too late. Kyojuro yanked Sanemi to meet his thrust. Sanemi let out a scream, moaning hotly from the harsh thrust.

Kyojuro had come inside him. It was filling him up. It was filling up his womb. Sanemi pants, heavily. His eyes were cloudy in lust. He was a complete mess. He moved his neck, revealing his bare neck.

He needed it badly. He needed it.

“Mate me, mate me,” Sanemi keeps repeating. His scent gland was aching so horribly. He needed to be mark. He needed to be claim. He didn’t care about the consequences. He wanted to be tied down to this alpha. If he didn’t, he’ll sob.

It doesn’t take the alpha much convincing as he reaches over, biting down on Sanemi’s scent gland. Sanemi whines. He squirms, trying to get away from the pain, but he couldn’t. One growl from his alpha, made him stay put and let the mark take.

Once he pulled away, Sanemi felt weak. A part of him thought this would be enough, but his body protested. As his alpha pulled out, Sanemi whines, cum spilling out of his cunt. He needed more.

Humiliation sets across his mind as he felt too warm again. His scent was growing stronger. A part of Sanemi wants to sob. His legs felt sore, his cunt was aching from the amount of cum he had taken, but he wasn’t satisfied. He needed so much more.

“Shh, shh, it’s okay,” Kyojuro brushes Sanemi’s bangs away, quieting the omega. “Let’s try something else.”

Sanemi’s mind felt too fuzzy. He only nods his head, allowing his alpha to guide him on his knees. It didn’t take much for Sanemi to assume what his alpha wanted him to do. He only leans forward, opening his mouth to take Kyojuro’s length. He begins to lick around the tip before going down.

He mewls. He was going by his pace. His alpha was running his hands through his hair, tugging gently, guiding him whenever it felt so good. Sanemi’s moans were muffled, a heavy blush on his cheeks. He couldn’t look at his alpha. If he looks up, his alpha’s heated gaze would be looking at him. It was so hard to focus.

Already his alpha was praising him for being so good.

Sanemi almost chokes when his alpha thrusts hard, hitting the back of his throat. He almost wants to pull out to breathe, but he focuses on breathing through his nose.

“So cute,” Kyojuro says, continuously. “Such a good omega. You’re so good. Such a beautiful omega. You’re so good for your alpha. Doesn’t it feel good to have your mouth full?” He begins thrusting into Sanemi’s mouth, tugging on Sanemi’s hair. Sanemi doesn’t mind it anymore. He was drunk off the sweet praises.

It was satisfying a scratch in his brain. He was good. He was a good omega. His alpha was praising him for being so good. He wants to be good.

With a final thrust, Sanemi moans, swallowing the salty release. He sucks on his alpha’s cock, taking it all in. He almost whines when his alpha pulls out. He chases after the taste, wanting to keep his mouth full. If he doesn’t, he’ll keep whining for more.

A hand moves under his chin, tilting his head up. “Ready to ride your alpha? Is that going to be enough for you, omega?” The words sounded far too dirty. It had Sanemi almost rubbing against the bedsheets. It made his cunt ache, needing to be filled again.

He whines, a hand moving to play with himself. He needed to be filled. His fingers were completely soaked in his alpha’s cum and his own slick. Kyojuro chuckles, moving to the bed. He doesn’t need to say anything as his omega settles on his lap.

Kyojuro’s hands settled on his hips, holding him up as the omega, shakily, guides his alpha’s cock to his hole. There’s a thought in Sanemi’s mind telling him this is enough. He’s taken so much. He doesn’t know if he can handle another thick knot, but his heat hurt so badly.

He shoved those thoughts aside. Tapping on his alpha’s shoulders, Kyojuro lets go. Sanemi begins sinking on his own accord. He pants once he manages to get Kyojuro’s full length inside. His mind felt like melted butter. Kyojuro’s cock felt so good. He lays his head on Kyojuro’s shoulder, trying to ignore the shaking in his thighs.

Looking down, he could see the bump. Kyojuro’s cock felt huge. Even after he took it earlier, he felt too full. He doesn’t know if he has what it takes to move. But the heat in his mind finally settles, it was satisfying the broken heat he felt.

“You got this,” Kyojuro begins. “Such a cute omega, already so full and aching.” He moves his hand to rub Sanemi’s hip, almost causing the omega to jump. Sanemi finally moves his head to look at Kyojuro’s lustful gaze. He kisses his alpha, letting the alpha take charge.

The kiss felt filthy.

It was like he was being devoured. He takes that moment to move his hips, lifting himself up before sinking down. He moans in the kiss. His grip around his alpha tightens as he keeps moving. Even with his thighs shaking, the heat inside his mind was being pleasured.

He can do it. He can do it.

Snapping his hips, Sanemi’s pace increases. He pulls away from the kiss, moaning hotly as he couldn’t stop moaning. Kyojuro’s cock kept hitting that spot that had him close to releasing again. It was so good.

Kyojuro only watches the omega, moving his hands away from the omega’s lithe waist, enjoying the pleasing view. The omega was sinking on his cock before lifting himself up to keep the pace. It was hot. Kyojuro wanted to do nothing more than to snap his hips to meet the omega’s pace, but he couldn’t. Not when his mind was memorized by the omega.

His neck was abused by his bites. However, his mind focuses on one section of Sanemi’s neck. His mating mark on Sanemi was bloody and dark red from being claimed. Then it hits him. This omega is his.

This wild omega is his.

Sanemi finally begins to meet his peak. He whines, unable to move to reach his orgasm as his thighs were aching. His alpha seemed to notice as his hands moved to grasp his hips, lifting him off his cock. No. No. Sanemi panics. He needs to keep moving. This can’t be all. He needed more.

Please. Please. If Kyojuro pulls out, he’ll feel empty. He’ll feel aching. His heat will grow again, needing more. He whines, trying to appease the alpha as he squeezes around his alpha’s cock. Before he could continue whining, Kyojuro growled against his ear, spiking his alpha’s rut.

Sanemi had no time to prepare when his alpha yanks his hips down to meet his harsh thrust. He lets out a shout. He squeals, wrapping his arms around his alpha’s neck. He sobs. So good. So good. His alpha was thrusting into his cunt, spreading him out so well.

As he finally approaches his orgasm, he buries his face into his alpha’s neck. He was drunk off of Kyojuro’s scent. Kyojuro’s grip is tight on his hips, forcing him to meet each of his thrusts. Sanemi felt drunk once he finally orgasms. Kyojuro hadn’t come yet. He was thrusting in and out of his abused cunt.

Sanemi didn’t mind anymore. He was riding out his orgasm. His eyes falling half-lidded. Exhaustion finally settling in his bones. Still, there was something he needed to do. He only knew what it was when his alpha nudges against the sweet bundle of nerves.

He bites down on his alpha’s scent gland, completing the bond. His alpha’s grip falters as he growls. Once Sanemi pulled away, his back was pressed against the bed.

“K-Kyojuro,” Sanemi moans. His alpha’s hands moved to his thighs, pressing them forward as he was bending his omega. He could feel his alpha’s knot beginning to stretch him as he shouts. He squirms. He doesn’t know if he can take his knot. He felt too sensitive. Overstimulation settles in his bones.

“Mine, mine,” Kyojuro keeps repeating. “My omega. You’re mine.” With one final thrust, he comes inside the omega. He could feel his knot spread the omega as Sanemi throws his head back, crying out in pleasure. He felt like he was drowning in all this pleasure. He was unprepared when his alpha continues to shallowly thrust.

As he rides out his orgasm, pushing his knot deeper. Kyojuro finally releases once he feels his knot settle inside the omega’s cunt. He watches Sanemi pant. His eyes were barely open. Sanemi looked like a delightful mess. Kyojuro watches the omega squirm, trying to hide away from Kyojuro’s gaze.

Kyojuro only leans forward, brushing Sanemi’s bangs back. His mate glances at him, almost surprised by the soft touch. Kyojuro offers a sweet kiss, reassuring the omega after their lustful lovemaking that he was okay.

Sanemi finally falls asleep once his alpha pulls out. He doesn’t protest. He purrs in Kyojuro’s grasp, letting his mate hold him close. He needed this. He needed the gentle touch that he was okay as he finally falls asleep.

Sanemi was the first to wake up.

‘Where am I?’

Was the first question he had when he saw the mysterious room he was in. He wanted to move away, but he couldn’t. Not when the arm around his waist was holding him tightly. Sanemi would’ve shoved the unknown stranger away, but that’s when it finally hits him.

He was nude.

His neck was aching.

Last night.

The demon’s BDA…it caused him to go into an aggressive heat. He moved his hand to cover his mouth as his other hand moved to settle on his tummy. He was full to the brim. He tried not to think about the dry cum on his thighs.

Fuck. Fuck.

He tried not to think that he was mated to Kyojuro. He didn’t need to guess as his scent was all around him. Still, he forces himself not to panic. He can’t. It was impossible to take all this back.

Damnit. He cursed. Why?

Out of everyone, it had to be the guy who he didn’t have the best relationship with. He needs to pull away. He needs to clean up and gather his thoughts, then he’ll have to talk to Kyojuro about what they were going to do.

He moves his hands to try and pry Kyojuro’s grip. However, he stops when Kyojuro, unconsciously, pulls him closer. Sanemi squirmed. A blush colors his cheeks when he feels it rub against him. Kyojuro was rubbing his nose against Sanemi’s neck, taking in the omega’s scent.

Sanemi almost moaned when the tip of Kyojuro’s cock rubbed against his hole. He needed to move away. However, every move he made was making it harder to get away. His hips shuttered as it slipped inside him. He was still gaping from last night.

“F-Fuck.”

A heavy blush begins to rise on his cheeks. His eyes fall shut as he begins to move his hips, allowing Kyojuro’s cock to slide between his folds. It felt so good. It was so hard to concentrate. The aftermath of their mating made Sanemi’s mind cloudy from the pleasure.

“A-Argh,” Sanemi mewled, biting down his lip. His hips begin moving steadily, enjoying the wonderful bliss. “Soo good.” Sanemi keeps thrusting. He was reaching his high already.

Before he could cum blissfully, the grip on his hip tightened as a sharp pain course through him on his neck. He couldn’t stop the moan from escaping as he clenches around the hard cock. Oh shit. Sanemi bit down on his lip, almost drawing blood. So good. So good. It felt like he was being lit on fire.

“Naughty omega,” Kyojuro says. “Can’t even wait til I’m fully awake for you to act so dirty.”

Kyojuro moved them, pinning Sanemi against the bed. He moved his hands to grasp Sanemi’s hips, squeezing the omega’s lithe waist.

“A-Ah,” Sanemi couldn’t speak. Not with Kyojuro pounding his sensitive cunt, striking that spot that had him crumbling. Kyojuro was scuffing his neck, licking the mating mark. He moved one hand down Sanemi’s pelvis, forcing the omega to squeak, crying out.

“K-Kyojuro!”

He releases against the bed. He was far too sensitive. He whimpered pathetically as the alpha continues to abuse his g-spot as his spare hand rubbed the nub. He bit down on the pillow, enjoying the sweet pleasure.

Every thought to leave was gone. His mind was blank. Kyojuro was growling against his ear, biting deeper on Sanemi’s neck. He wanted to mark the omega over and over.

With one final thrust, Kyojuro knotted the omega. He rubbed Sanemi’s hip, pulling away from the white-haired male’s abused neck. His bite marks decorated the omega’s pale neck. Sanemi only mewled, basking in his post-orgasm. His cunt squeezed around his alpha’s cock, greedily taking in the cum.

His omega side hoped it would take.

Sanemi left the room after mating one last time. The Wind Hashira wouldn’t look at him as there was a dark blush on Sanemi’s face. He left after Kyojuro’s knot went down. Kyojuro searched all over the Wisteria inn for the omega.

Everyone was being transferred to the Butterfly Mansion once they antidote was being administrated. Still, Kyojuro had a hard time focusing when all his mind could think about was Sanemi.

The protectiveness that washed over him was difficult to quiet down. It irritated his instincts to be away from his mate. Practically shouting at him that he shouldn’t have let the omega go on his own, they were newly mated. It didn’t do well for omegas to be away from their alpha. Even if that was true, Kyojuro couldn’t force Sanemi.

He saw how uncomfortable Sanemi was. Sanemi could barely look him in the eye. For the first time, the Wind Hashira was voided from his usual anger. He looked vulnerable and small.

Last night and this morning…no matter how incredible it was. They weren’t thinking straight.

He decides he’ll apologize to Sanemi. He needed to at least do that. Even if it couldn’t fix everything in the last 24 hours. He had to, at least, try and make amends.

Finally, he found the omega. He was sitting alone on the Wisteria home’s roof, watching the night sky. He seemed lost in thought. Kyojuro felt as if he was intruding on something. Still, he forces himself to speak.

“Sanemi?”

Kyojuro stepped carefully on the roof. He settles by the omega. Sanemi looked small. His legs were close to his chest as he was quiet. He wasn’t wearing his usual uniform. He was wearing one of the white robes the nice lady of the home would offer.

Sanemi didn’t answer him. He only remains quiet. Kyojuro stays a distance away from the white-haired male, watching his every move. If Sanemi wanted to be alone, then Kyojuro will leave, but the omega said nothing. He stayed silent, allowing his thoughts to run wild.

Distressed leaked off Sanemi’s scent. It felt sickening. It was calling out for him to comfort the distressed omega.

Kyojuro forced down those instincts. He won’t do anything to upset Sanemi. It was his fault after all. He’ll just sit and wait for Sanemi to say something.

Then Sanemi spoke after a tense minute of silence.

“It’s not your fault,” Sanemi says, ending the silence. Kyojuro stares, “What?” Sanemi’s grip tightens on his arms. “If…If I didn’t get affected by that fucking demon’s blood demon art, we wouldn’t have been in that situation. You only inhaled the pollen because I was already affected.”

Sanemi gritted his teeth. “It was my–”

“I mated you,” Kyojuro interrupts. He won’t let Sanemi blame himself. “I was the one who chose to stay inside the room. I should’ve left, but I didn’t. If anything, it’s my fault. I knew…I knew how you felt about my secondary gender. You were just the–”

“Do not treat me as if I’m some delicate fucking flower,” Sanemi snaps. He turns his head to face the alpha. He glares.

Sanemi grits his teeth, forcing himself to calm down as he tries to gather his thoughts. “I shouldn’t have taken this mission. Instead, I chose to come along instead of rejecting.” He laughs dryly. “Now, you’re mated to a poor excuse of what an omega shouldn’t be.”

His scent sours.

Kyojuro stares for a second. His mouth felt dry as he tried to find the words. He didn’t think there was more to Sanemi’s hatred for alphas. Did…Did an alpha tell Sanemi how poorly he was? Was that why Sanemi hid who he was?

“Sanemi,” Kyojuro finally says. Sanemi doesn’t look at him until Kyojuro reaches to take his hand. Sanemi doesn’t pull away, even as he didn’t meet Kyojuro’s gaze.

“I don’t care if you aren’t what an omega ideally is. You’re more than what your secondary gender is. Omega, beta, alpha, I don’t care. Even if I didn’t know you were an omega, I was still going to sought you out! I want to be with you. I don’t care about your secondary gender!” Kyojuro finally shouts, forcing Sanemi to stare at the alpha with complete shock.

“What?”

Kyojuro moved forward, taking Sanemi’s hands. Lavender eyes meet his flaming eyes. “Knowing that you’re an omega changes nothing, I just want you. I wouldn’t want you to change at all.”

Sanemi’s tongue felt heavy. Nothing came to mind to refute Kyojuro’s words. All he could stare at those wonderful, gleaming eyes. He tried to find any lie Kyojuro could be keeping, but all of it was sincere.

Kyojuro was being sincere.

Silence surrounded them as the only sound was the sounds of the nightly insects chirping away. Then it was the alpha’s turn to be surprised when Sanemi moved close to his side.

Leaning into the alpha’s space, Sanemi stayed there. With a little hesitation, Kyojuro moved his arm around Sanemi’s waist. His grip was tight, but it left an opening for Sanemi to escape if he felt uncomfortable. Sanemi tried not to act surprise. He ignored the flush that colored his cheeks. It felt nice to be in Kyojuro’s warm grasp. One of his hands was holding Kyojuro’s hand.

“You know…I didn’t think I would find a mate,” Sanemi confesses. “I couldn’t find a reason why I would want a partner when all I’ve known was how awful mates could be. My father was never the kindest to my Ma. He would belittle me and my siblings. He enjoyed reminding me how pitiful I was for being an omega. I guess…I began to hate alphas overly. I shouldn’t–”

“Sanemi, your father is a horrible man,” Kyojuro says, pulling Sanemi closer. “You have a right to hold your beliefs. I won’t hold you against them. Trust me, if I was put in your position, I would’ve disliked them as well.”

Sanemi stared at Kyojuro before ducking his head and laughing. Kyojuro seemed surprised, but at the same time, he was at awed from the omega’s laugh. It made him want to hear it more.

“It’s hard to take you serious when you’re smiling too much,” Sanemi admits. He pulls his hand away from Kyojuro’s hand and wipes a stray tear. Kyojuro grins. He nestles close to the omega as Sanemi allows him.

Sanemi tried to control his blush but was failing. Still, his smile tightens as he glances away. He pulls away from Kyojuro’s grasp to look at the alpha.

“Kyojuro, what exactly are we?” As sweet as the moment they were sharing was, they needed to address the elephant in the room. “I wish to be your mate,” Kyojuro admits. “I won’t deny I was thinking about courting you, but I’m afraid we skipped those steps all together. Still, if you wish, I don’t mind if we take it slow.”

Sanemi was dumbfounded. He felt flustered. Still, he smiles, nervously. “I…I don’t mind being your mate. Just know, I’m not going to be easy to deal with.” He had issues. If the scars the covered his skin wasn’t enough as a sign, it was obvious he had his own demons to face.

“I won’t…Don’t expect me to behave submissive and all that shit,” Sanemi warns. Last night as well as his heats were different, considering he was vulnerable. His heats were always different. It was the only time he would be truly align with his omega side.

Kyojuro smiles, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” He didn’t want Sanemi to change who he was to fit some type of standard. He was fine with the foul-mouthed, wild omega he has. Sanemi’s blush darkens when he sees the adoration in Kyojuro’s eyes.

Sanemi redirects his gaze, coughing lightly. “Moving on, I’m fine with sharing my heats with you if it isn’t obvious,” Sanemi points out. “Just…we need to be careful.” He moved his hand to his tummy. Kyojuro’s eyes widened as Sanemi moves his hand away.

“I haven’t experienced my heat in a while,” Sanemi admits, “This is why it hit me harder last night. Considering that was my first time having a partner, I don’t know if I’m actually…” He didn’t know how to say the word.

“Sanemi, whatever decision you make, I’ll be by your side to support it,” Kyojuro reassures him. A part of Kyojuro couldn’t help but imagine Sanemi with their pups. How adorable the omega would be with their kids. There was no doubt that Sanemi would be a loving parent.

Sanemi, on the other hand, didn’t know if he was ready. The life they lived was already far too dangerous. Bringing a child in this world while Muzan continues to live would be cruel, and yet, Sanemi couldn’t help but indulge in the thought.

He wonders what Genya would think. How would his little brother feel to be an uncle? He hasn’t seen Genya in a while. He hopes his little brother is okay, and yet another part of him wishes his little brother was with him. Even if it was a dream, a part of him hopes to see his brother again.

For now, Sanemi focused on Kyojuro. He leans back into Kyojuro’s space, basking in the heat. He was being gentle around him. Even if they don’t know whether or not he was pregnant, Kyojuro’s grip was light around his waist. The alpha was chatting about something on the lines of courting and him meeting his father and brother.

Sanemi only nods his head, letting Kyojuro lead the conversation. They had a lot to make up for, considering they did meet after a month. It was best for them to begin to get to know each other.

Still, Sanemi doesn’t mind. It was nice being close to Kyojuro.

Maybe he was wrong about the alpha after all.