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You will marry him on the last day of the month. Naoya rubbed his cheek, remembering where his father hit him when he refused and glared at the door when he heard a knock. 

“What?” he called, closing his eyes while the handmaid painted his face and spread blush on his cheeks. She continued with a paintbrush of lipstick, followed by opaque red eyeshadow, ending in a point at the corners of his eyes. “I have an event to get ready for.” 

Naoya stayed perfectly still while the handmaid did up his face, waiting for his father to speak after his footfalls stopped. 

“Omega like you isn’t worth the sperm I shot out in making you. You know you could have had everything if you had come out as an Alpha. Now you get to marry into the Gojou clan. Maybe then they will stop trying so hard to take out the Zenins when we have our next ten shadows reveal themselves.” Naobito brought the cask of wine to his mouth, drinking down a mouthful of sake. “Unless it’s a girl. Or an Omega. No sense in having that technique wasted.” 

Naoya held his head high as the handmaid finished painting his face, patting the makeup and ensuring that his coverage was even. “Too bad I hadn’t been born with ten shadows. Then you would have cared more about me.” 

“Hardly. As soon as you presented as an Omega, I would have drowned you in the river. I can’t have someone with the ten shadows being a slave to their secondary gender. Now, off you go. You have a duty to fulfill for another clan. You don’t belong here anymore.” 

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Naoya pushed down the anger and confusion welling up inside of him as he walked down the aisle towards the man who would be his husband. His father began speaking, though he paid no attention to his words. The sooner the ceremony ended, the sooner he could leave. With his bags packed and ready to be shipped off to the other clan’s home, Naoya kept his mouth shut as he waited for the ceremony to end and for his life to end along with it. 

Though, being married had some perks to it.

Satoru Gojou held his hand out to Naoya, offering to lead him out only to be snubbed by his spouse pushing past him. 

“He’s a little touchy today,” Naobito snorted. “You know how Omegas can be.” 

Satoru laughed, shaking his head. “Yes yes. Though, it’s more fun if they’re lively. Keeps things interesting.” Satoru turned to face Naoya. “I’m sure I won’t be bored with you, hm?” 

Naoya snorted out his nostrils, taking his husband’s hand. The pair held their clasped hands high, and Naobito tied the sash around their hands. 

“He’s yours now.”

“Aw, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” Satoru said mockingly to Naobito, leaning in to kiss his spouse. Naoya pulled away at first, but Satoru secured his hand on the back of Naoya’s neck, holding him still as he sealed their vows with a kiss. “I’m sure he will be the perfect wife.” 

“Ha! If you’re lucky.” 

Satoru tugged Naoya along, instructing various servants to load Naoya’s things into the carriage for the ride back to his estate. “Come on now,” Satoru purred, running his fingers through Naoya’s hair as he turned away. “There’s no sense in being sour about this. We have to make good with what we get. Pretty Omega like you? Even with a temper? I’m certain you can learn your place and be able to keep it.” 

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Naoya stopped biting his tongue after the first week. Satoru proved to be even more annoying the longer time went on and the child who lived at his home only made things worse. 

“Why are you here?” Naoya hissed, nearly tripping Megumi on his way to the kitchen, disdain dripping off of him as the boy stared at him. 

“Satoru gave me a home. Why don’t you ask Satoru why I’m here. You’re his wife. ” The little boy sneered the last word, picking up a piece of toast from the plate and stuffing it in his mouth. “I’m going outside.” 

Naoya closed his eyes, letting out a strained sigh before rising to his feet and picking up the remnants of breakfast. Part of his life now catered around that little boy and ensuring he was fed when Satoru wasn’t home. It also revolved around keeping up with the house, which Naoya loathed. He sighed, finishing with the dishes and heading to the bedroom to pick up the laundry when he caught the scent. It was faint, coming from Megumi’s room. It smelled just like he remembered, like flint soaked with rainwater. Toji. Naoya pawed at the clothing in Megumi’s room, searching for the one that still lingered with the scent that drove him wild, only to find it was each piece of clothing the boy had worn in the last week. He swallowed thickly, making his way to the door. 

“Megumi! You need to come in and gather your clothes. Bring them to me.” Naoya picked up the basket, still shocked with the revelation and the smell that radiated off the boy’s clothing as he brought him a basket of recently worn clothing. He merely nodded in response, his eyes fixed on the basket before he got himself to washing. Naoya stored one of the shirts under his hakama, saving it for later. 

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Naoya spread his legs and brought his fingers up over his slit, teasing his clit as he stroked it. Megumi’s shirt covered half of his face, making him flush with the scent that smelled distinctly like Toji in his mind and nothing else. Shuddering out a gasp, Naoya groped for the shirt, fishing it out of the hiding place he stowed it in. He brought it up to his nose, still rich with Megumi’s scent that reminded him so much of the young Alpha’s father. Naoya clenched around nothing, circling his clit with his fingers as he fell back into his blankets, letting himself drink in the musk. Pupils blown wide from his arousal, he whined pathetically, swallowing as he tossed the shirt away and focused on his touches, feather light to start, then moved to a more insistent pace. Being close to a heat had its advantages and his clit stood out from between his folds. He took it between his fingers, stroking it on either side. He needed an Alpha’s knot, and he needed one before the feeling would subside, but even his own Alpha would pale in comparison to Toji. 

He keened softly, shuddering under his own touch as he came, though the feeling of arousal didn’t ebb away. Naoya whined in frustration, rolling over onto his stomach. He knew his scent poured into the hallway based on the lighter footfalls passing his room, Megumi’s footfalls if he had any sense of recollection of the young Alpha. However, his door slid open and he stared up at the white haired man who called himself his Alpha. At Satoru, who had still to claim him in the week they had been married. 

“What are you doing here?” Naoya sneered, turning himself over on his futon as he righted himself, looking away at the Alpha in front of him. Satoru closed the door behind him, reacting to Naoya’s scent now that he experienced it. 

“Everyone in the house can smell you,” Satoru replied simply, getting down on one knee and turning Naoya’s chin to face him. “I came to see if it was time to make you my Omega properly. 

“Tch.” Naoya turned away from him again, only for Satoru to grab his chin with his whole hand and press his lips against his Omega’s face. The Alpha tasted, briefly, of strawberries as he kissed him, as Naoya refused to respond to the tongue probing into his mouth or the Alpha pushing him down onto his futon. 

“You can lay there if you want, but you know there are expectations. Which is probably why they gave such an unruly Omega to me.” Satoru pulled off his Yukuta, letting it fall open as he pushed open Naoya’s loosely drawn robe to reveal his Omega’s still slick cunt. “Though I suppose you come with some benefits.” 

Naoya drew in a harsh breath as Satoru flipped him into his stomach, handling him roughly. On the other side of the futon, Megumi’s shirt was on full display, mocking Naoya for not putting it away. He scrambled to grab it, only for Satoru to grab him by the wrist and pull it behind his back, pinning him down. 

“Will you stop? I’ll let you fuck me, just—-” Naoya growled back at Satoru. 

“What are you trying to hide?” Satoru asked, looking inquisitively at the scrap of fabric in his Omega’s hand. 

“Nothing.” Naoya hid his face behind his hair, keeping it out of Satoru’s view as the Alpha rutted his hips forward, pressing his half-hard cock against his ass and thighs. “You surprised me.” 

“You’re lying.” Satoru held Naoya down with his hips, the hand around his Omega’s wrist now on the back of the lesser’s neck as he took the shirt from Naoya. “What is this?” He brought the article to his nose, familiar as the young Alpha on the other side of the house, busying himself with his day. “Does that little one turn you on?” 

Naoya’s face flushed scarlet and he wanted to disappear as Satoru punctuated the sentence with a roll of his hips against Naoya’s body. “No!” Naoya shook his head in Satoru’s grip. “It’s not like that.” 

“Figures as soon as I take a wife, he’s more interested in someone else. I didn’t figure it would be the one I call my son, though.” Satoru leaned back, showing no signs of stopping as he undressed himself, pressing his skin against flushed skin under him. “That’s okay though. Who is it then? Megumi is a little young for you.” 

The blush spread down Naoya’s neck and to his shoulders, with Satoru scooting himself back so he could slip his cock between the Omega's thighs. Naoya’s breath hitched, feeling the Alpha cock rut against his folds, picking up their slickness, though not tilted enough to enter him. Just enough to tease him. 

“It’s not him. He reminds me of someone.” Naoya’s admission made him want to disappear, to become nothing more than a spec on the Earth as his Alpha thrusted between his thighs and pleasured himself without any indication he would give any to him. 

“Is that so?” Satoru asked, angling his cock so the flushed head brushed against the Omega’s entrance and slipped on by. “I’ve only smelled one other Alpha like that. But you wouldn’t be talking about Megumi’s father, would you?” 

Finding there was no use in refusing to admit it, Naoya nodded, his shame complete as Satoru laughed behind him. 

“Oh you Zen’ins. You give new meaning to keeping it in the family.” Brushing his thumb against Naoya’s backside, Naoya yelped as he caressed the other entrance behind him, making him lift his hips as Satoru pressed his own forwards. Satoru entered him, pushing him open as a groan left Naoya’s lips. “Did you like that?” 

Naoya glared, keeping his eyes fixed on the floor and made a grab for the shirt. He pulled it away from Satoru, gathering it up under his chest as he breathed in the deep scent. Tinder and gunsmoke filled his lungs and Satoru whistled when the Omega slickened considerably from the small action. 

“You really liked that Alpha, huh?” Satoru mused, releasing the back of Naoya’s neck as he settled his hands on the Omega’s hips. He kept his pace steady, letting Naoya sink into his moment while Satoru fucked him and his body burned hotter. “Would you rather think it was him fucking you right now?” 

Naoya tensed at the question, staving off the ripples of pleasure that threatened to give him away if he answered the question with a shaking voice. 

“It’s okay if you do. I don’t mind if you want to think of someone else. It’s still going to be me breeding you and keeping you as a wife.” Satoru shifted his angle, hitting a spot inside Naoya’s cunt that made him shiver. “And you liked that too. Seems all Omegas do.” 

Naoya gathered the shirt up from under him, bringing it to his nose as he moaned loudly, betraying himself further as he gave in to Satoru’s taunts. “Fuck you, Alpha,” he sneered, clenching his teeth as Satoru made him feel far too much inside of him. The Alpha’s knot started to catch on his entrance, reminding Naoya of what was to come next. 

“That would be your job, wife ,” Satoru said with a laugh, snaking his hand around Naoya’s hips and stroking his clit between his fingers. Naoya cried out at the touch, his body electrifying as pleasure shot through him. He clenched his eyes shut, desperate to keep Satoru from making him cum too quick, or from cumming at all. He didn’t want to cum with this Alpha. 

Satoru slowed down his touches, taking Naoya’s clit between his fingers to force some more pleasure through his Omega. “I want to make sure you cum. Increases your chances of conceiving.” Naoya froze for a moment, willing himself to focus on the shirt, the smell of burning wood and fresh gunfire as Satoru coaxed the orgasm out of him. He clenched around the Alpha’s knot, hating himself as he came, even if he hated Satoru more for making it happen. 

With a final push, Satoru’s knot seated itself in Naoya’s cunt, locking them together as the Alpha filled him with cum, rocking his hips gently forward as he did. 

“See, that wasn’t so bad. And when you give me an heir, then we can talk about you not needing to see me anymore.” Satoru circled Naoya’s waist, pulling him up to sit on his lap with them still tied. Naoya squeaked indignantly, pointedly looking away as the blush crept back down his neck. Behind him, Satoru ran his lips over Naoya’s scent gland, making the Omega shiver in his arms. “That is, if you want to remain sexless, and alone, since your father would never grant us a divorce in the first place.” 

“Why would I want that?” Naoya sneered and Satoru plucked the shirt out of Naoya’s hands, holding it up to the Omega’s face, forcing him to smell the scent he sought so much. 

“I figured you wouldn’t, but being paired with me has some advantages. You would be able to nip a shirt or two, so long as you don’t touch Megumi at all. The second you or anyone else lays a hand on him, and this deal is off. You would also be allowed to sleep with anyone you choose, aside from the aforementioned Alpha, so long as you only become pregnant with my children. Considering the one I plan to put inside you is the only one there will be, that shouldn’t be too much of an issue.” Satoru parted his lips, rocking his hips up as he grazed Naoya’s scent gland with his teeth. “The last condition would have to do with appearances, which would benefit us both. You would need to act like the perfect, little wife for me when we are visiting your father. Only then. Otherwise, you can act how you please, so long as Megumi is left out of it and you are good to me. I won’t raise a hand to you in return, even if I may fall ill to your scent from time to time.” He pressed his teeth down, and Naoya hissed in response. 

The offer tempted him and he clenched around the knot holding him in place. Satoru didn’t want to change him, which was nice. “Would you only come to me because no one else will fuck you?” Naoya sneered. Satoru bit down on his scent gland in retaliation, marking his Omega as his own. Naoya clenched around Satoru’s shaft, growling at the Alpha until he released his teeth. Blood trickled out of the wound and Satoru licked his lips, pleased with himself. 

“If you want to be sassy, you can be, but that doesn’t mean it will come without me putting you in your place, Omega. You have to decide how much you want to be at my feet if you continue it.” 

Gasping, Naoya pulled away, tugging on the resistance of the knot inside of him until Satoru’s cock left him with a wet pop. He reseated himself on Satoru’s lap, facing him this time as he dug his nails into his mate’s shoulders. 

“Do you really think you can tame me?” Naoya sneered, curling his lips. 

“No, but that’s half the fun.”