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“Kyouji-san,” Satomi called him. He had stopped walking and Kyouji needed to turn to look at him, but Satomi wouldn't meet his eyes, he kept his head lowered. He was hesitating, but Kyouji waited patiently for him to continue talking. “Is it possible… for an alpha and a beta to be together?”

Something inside Kyouji snapped. He had restrained himself for so long, but now he heard such a… confession. It was a confession, right? It had to be. Why else would Satomi ask that? Only if there was another alpha in his life, but there wasn't. Kyouji would know, he would be able to smell them. And he would chase them out of Satomi’s life, but Satomi didn’t need to know that.

Yes, alphas and betas could be together. It was not an uncommon occurrence, even, with omegas being only 2% of the population, and betas being 95% of it. There were more alphas than omegas and way more betas than anything else. But the fact that Kyouji and Satomi were alpha and beta was the least of their problems. Their age difference was a problem. Kyouji’s choice of career was a much bigger problem, and combined with Satomi’s, who was studying Law in college, it turned into an even bigger one.

Kyouji had thought about it multiple times. Sweet Satomi, his young beta friend—if what they had could even be called a friendship—that despite not being an omega, despite not exhaling pheromones, had a scent that attracted Kyouji like no other. But Kyouji restrained himself, as he should have, because he didn't want Satomi to be wary of him. And he would be, if he knew his much bigger, much older alpha friend (?) was lusting over him. He restrained himself, and he should continue restraining himself now. Maybe ask something to redirect the conversation. Why, Satomi-kun, do you have any beta friend crushing on an alpha? Maybe just Have you read something weird on the internet? Because if, instead, he decided to indulge Satomi—indulge himself—things could get complicated. It would be a very bad decision.

What was Narita Kyouji’s life if not a huge collection of bad decisions?

“Sure is,” he finally answered after what could have been a full minute of silence. His face not showing the turmoil happening inside his mind. Inside his heart. “It happens a lot.”

Satomi looked up. His face was red, his bottom lip slightly swollen. He had been biting it. Kyouji briefly thought that he wanted to bite it too. Seconds passed and Kyouji waited but Satomi didn’t say anything, just stared. He looked so nervous, so cute, Kyouji wanted to drag him to the nearest alley and have his way with him right there, but that would scare him away. He had to be careful. Satomi was too important to risk losing like that.

Kyouji walked closer, stopping a couple of inches in front of Satomi.

“Satomi-kun,” he called. “Are you sure?”

Satomi nodded but stayed silent. Kyouji was going to press him, but he finally spoke up.

“I’ve thought a lot about it. I’ve researched a lot too. I want to try. Because I,” he hesitated just for a bit. “Because I really, really like you. I’m,” he hesitated again. “I’m in love with you. Have been for so long. I just. I mean, if you don’t feel the same I understand but—”

“It’s more complicated than that. You know it, right?”

Satomi lowered his head again.

“I know alphas have some—” 

“No, I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about everything else, Satomi-kun.”

Satomi shook his head.

“I’ve thought about everything else too but… It doesn't matter.”

“What?”

“Of course I’d love if you quit the yakuza, but in the end I still prefer to be with you the way you are now than not to be with you at all.”

Kyouji kept staring. Restrain yourself, you can still fix this. You can still avoid this.

“What kind of relationship do you wanna have with me, Satomi-kun?” He blurted out.

“Any kind you want, I guess. I know you’ve only been with women before, and I’m a guy and not even an omega so I probably can’t,” he struggled to speak, still looking down. “I can’t satisfy you, but—”

“Of course you can,” Kyouji interrupted. “Nobody would satisfy me more than Satomi-kun.”

Satomi’s eyes widened when he heard those words, but Kyouji didn’t give him time to think too much about them. He approached, putting a hand on Satomi’s chin, lifting his face.

“Do you wanna come to my hotel room?”

Satomi nodded, shy but with no hesitation.

-

Later that night, Satomi was covered in sweat, spit and cum—his own and Kyouji’s—and had many bite marks and red spots all over his body that he was sure would bruise. He felt like he had been sucked dry, quite literally, considering one of his many orgasms had been in Kyouji’s mouth. Sex itself didn’t hurt, but he knew he would be sore the next day. And he had never felt better in his life.

“Was I your first?” Kyouji asked when they were already cleaned up, lying in bed to sleep.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Satomi said.

“I thought so but didn’t want to assume. You’re cute, I’m sure there’s many people into you.”

Satomi rolled his eyes, but Kyouji couldn’t see it in the dark and with Satomi having his back turned to him.

“I’m not that popular,” he said, then “And I never wanted anyone else, only you.”

Kyouji pulled Satomi closer and held him from behind. He felt the boy relaxing in his arms, his much smaller and thinner body fitting perfectly against his own. 

“I'm sorry about the bites. Couldn't stop myself.”

“It's okay… felt good,” Satomi said. “I don't mind the marks if they're hidden.”

“If you enable me, I'll bite more.”

“That's okay.”

-

One year into their new relationship and Satomi was fully used to it. He was scared and nervous at first, but it was because he didn’t know about Kyouji’s feelings, but now that he did… Well, he got Kyouji on a leash.

Dating an alpha wasn't as different than what he imagined it would be dating another beta, but it came with a few inconveniences: Kyouji wanted to scent him, and while he didn't mind it—he couldn't even feel it, being a beta made him unable to smell alpha pheromones and completely immune to them—his college was very strict about that sort of thing. Omegas were rare, but they had the right to feel as comfortable in college as other people did and that was difficult when their classmate or student smelled so much like alpha pheromones. And at his part-time job it was the same thing, an omega-friendly establishment couldn't have an employee smelling like that. So he had to cut Kyouji’s habit of scenting him off. 

There was all the biting. Kyouji really enjoyed biting him. And it wasn’t only during sex, Kyouji would bite his lips when they kissed and would randomly bite his neck, or even his arms if they were on his mouth’s reach. If Satomi was lounging around on the couch and Kyouji sat on the opposite side, he would surely have his legs and ankles bitten too, maybe even his feet. The prospect of looking at himself in the mirror without being reminded of Kyouji’s sharp teeth seemed more distant every day. Kyouji never bit hard enough to bleed, but he left marks all over his body, and Satomi had to keep telling him to slow down, at least when it came to visible places, because he was tired of having to conceal the marks with foundation. He even had to ask Mana how to properly apply it and how to choose the correct one for his skin tone, and it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

(“Okapi, is your boyfriend an alpha?”

“Yes…”

“He must love you so much, I heard they only bite that much if they do!”

“...I think so.”)

There were also ruts. Kyouji was over 40, so it didn't happen every month anymore, just every 4 or 5 months—and boy, was Satomi grateful for it. Maybe another beta, a more fit and athletic one, would be able to keep up with an alpha’s stamina, at least an alpha in their 40s, but Satomi couldn’t. When in rut, Kyouji could fuck him for hours straight, and as good as it felt—and it felt really good, because Kyouji would always give as much as he would take, if not more—at some point Satomi would be too exhausted to continue. 

“You can keep using my body if you want, but I just can’t move anymore,” Satomi told him, breathless. His body was lying useless on the bed they shared. “I’m sorry, it’s too much.”

Satomi didn’t want to disappoint him or offend him or anything like that, so when Kyouji just showed him an amused smile he was just as relieved as he was confused.

“You can rest now and we can continue later if you’re up for it,” Kyouji said.

“Is that okay? You’re still hard,” even after coming so many times Satomi had lost count.

“Yeah, it stays hard for hours during ruts no matter how many times I cum. I get too tired and fall asleep before it goes down. Not even I can keep up with it, I didn’t expect you to.”

Kyouji went to the bathroom and came back with a bowl filled with warm water and a towel he used to wipe off all the fluids covering Satomi’s body. Despite his reassuring words, Satomi couldn’t help feeling a little bad, wondering if he was just restraining himself. But Kyouji looked at him with such adoration while cleaning him up that he started to actually believe him.

-

Satomi could tell something was off. Kyouji was acting weird, a little jittery. He would stare at Satomi when he thought he wasn't looking, and then look at nothing in particular, with a pensive face, like there was something troubling him. Satomi decided not to ask and give him some time to say what was wrong, if anything, and if he didn't and continued to act weird, only then Satomi would ask.

It was already late and they were getting ready to go to bed when Kyouji finally spoke.

"Satomi-kun, can I... ask you something?"

“Sure.”

“Please, don't be mad…”

Satomi looked at him, suspicious.

“Is it some alpha thing?”

“...Yeah.”

Satomi stared at him, impassive. Kyouji was serious for once, a little nervous even, and not teasing.

“Okay. I won't be mad.”

Kyouji nodded.

“Can I mark you?”

Satomi blinked.

“How?” He knew different alphas had different ways of marking.

“Biting.”

“Biting,” Satomi repeated.

“Yeah. To leave a mark.”

“You already do that all the time,” Satomi stared, confused.

“Those are restrained and just for pleasure,” Kyouji explained. “A marking bite is different.”

“How so?”

“It's a mark so… It's supposed to stay, not fade with time.”

“Like a tattoo?’

“...In a way, I guess.”

“Hm,” Satomi seemed to ponder. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I guess. You have my name on your arm, after all.”

“It's…” Kyouji hesitated. “It's gonna hurt.”

“I figured if you're gonna bite me hard enough to leave a scar it's gonna hurt.”

“You okay with that?”

“Yeah, it's fine.”

Kyouji's face brightened up. Satomi thought that if he had a tail, it would be wagging.

“You wanna do it now?” Satomi asked.

“No. I wanna do it when we have sex.”

“Is that a requirement for marking?”

“No, but it feels better that way,” for himself, certainly. And usually for omegas. But he really, really hoped it would feel better for Satomi too.

Satomi seemed to ponder again.

“Yeah, okay. That actually sounds exciting,” he said, blushing slightly.

“Really?” Kyouji looked surprised.

“Yeah.” Satomi said, then remembered something important that Kyouji hadn't mentioned yet. “Where exactly are you planning to mark me?”

“Wherever you let me.”

“Where do you want?”

“I was thinking… maybe your shoulder? It’d be covered most of the time.”

Satomi seemed to ponder.

“Yeah, I guess that's fine.”

“You sure?” Kyouji asked again.

“Yes,” Satomi said, smiling softly to reassure him. “That’s fine.”

-

Through the following weeks Satomi did some research on marking bites. He saw most of the time an alpha would mark an omega’s scent gland, but if their partner was a beta, any spot would do because it was more about the meaning than the physical effect. And he saw some things that actually sounded scary. He didn’t know how to bring it up to Kyouji, but in the end it came out very easily when they were just sitting on the couch with the TV turned on a movie that neither of them was paying attention to. 

“I heard an alpha's bite can turn a beta into an omega,” Satomi said.

“That's a myth,” Kyouji answered straight away.

“Really?”

“A bite can't change someone's DNA. That’s not how biology works.”

“But I saw there were cases…”

“What has happened is that they were omegas all along and hadn't presented yet. There are cases like that, dormant omegas that only present after pairing up with an alpha.”

“...I see.”

“And in cases like that it doesn't need to be a marking bite, just having sex with an alpha is enough, or hard bites that won’t stick too, or other kinds of contact. If you were a dormant omega you'd have presented already. Rest assured.”

“Alright,” Satomi nodded, convinced, and not hiding his relief. He’d probably still double check, not because he doubted Kyouji, but because maybe there were things Kyouji didn’t know, so he wanted to be sure.

Satomi turned his face to ask Kyouji about something else, and noticed he was sulking.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“Nothing.”

Satomi rolled his eyes.

“Now you’re acting like a child. Stop that, you’re over 40. Say what’s your problem.”

“You just…” Kyouji avoided his eyes. “You seem to really hate the idea of being my omega. That kind of hurts, that’s all. Sorry for being childish.”

Satomi blinked.

“I don’t mind the idea of being your omega,” Satomi said. “I mind everything else that comes in the package of being an omega. Don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

Kyouji pouted in that way that made him look cute—and Satomi would never tell him that—but he stopped frowning.

Then a question popped in Satomi’s mind. Might as well ask since they’re here.

“What if I turned into an alpha?”

Kyouji turned to look at him, surprised by the question.

“That’s impossible.”

“You just said it’s impossible for me to become an omega and we were still talking about the hypotheticals. So?” Satomi pressed. 

“That’s…” Kyouji seemed to ponder about it.

Satomi smiled coldly.

“You’d dump me, wouldn’t you?”

“No,” Kyouji said, defensively. “I wouldn’t dump you over that. I’d still love you as an omega or an alpha.”

“Hm,” he didn’t seem convinced.

“Maybe you would be the one to dump me,” Kyouji said. “As an alpha you’d probably be more aggressive, and you wouldn’t like me scenting you but I would still feel the urge to do it like I do with you as a beta. Maybe it’d be even worse, actually.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t like it?”

“You don’t like it now even though you can’t even smell it!”

“That’s because I work in an omega friendly place. I can’t smell like alpha pheromones while serving food. And college is also strict about that.”

“Are those the only reasons?”

“Of course they are, why would I care otherwise?” he rolled his eyes again. “That raises another question, though,” Satomi said, and continued before Kyouji could ask. “As you said, If I were an alpha I would be more aggressive. I would want to scent you too, right? You would hate that.”

Kyouji chuckled.

“No, I wouldn’t, I’d let you scent me.”

“Now you’re just lying.”

“I’m not,” Kyouji smirked. Then he moved closer to Satomi, leaning over him until he fell back on the couch. Kyouji helped Satomi to put his legs over the couch so he could put himself between them. “Have you actually searched into alpha couples? Many don’t work out, that’s true, but in other cases one of them turns into the other’s bitch.”

Satomi’s eyes widened.

“I would gladly become Satomi-kun’s bitch,” he said smiling as if that was a normal thing to say, and laid over Satomi’s body, making himself comfortable with his head on his chest.

“You already behave like a bitch anyway.”

“Hey!”

“You know it’s true, people talk about omega heats but you alphas are the ones who act like you’re in heat all the time. Ruts only make it worse.”

“How mean! I’m pretty controlled!”

“Because you’re old. I bet when you were my age you wouldn’t go a day without sticking your dick in a hole.”

Kyouji stayed silent but Satomi could feel his body stiffening. Satomi grinned, amused.

“I’m right, aren’t I?”

“It was circumstantial. I was freeloading in women’s houses, you know that.”

Satomi started stroking Kyouji’s hair. Sometimes he liked to pretend there were dog ears in there. 

“You never told me much about it. How was that? Were they all omegas?”

“Of course not. Only one of them was an omega, and it didn’t last exactly because she was the one with more risk of getting too attached.”

“How nice of you to step away.”

“I didn’t. Her mother chased me out.”

“Why don’t you let me think you’re a good person for once?”

Kyouji chuckled. But Satomi didn’t stop stroking his hair, so Kyouji knew he wasn’t mad.

“Were any of them alphas?”

“Just one too.”

“Now that’s interesting. Tell me about it.”

“Why? Most people don’t wanna know about their lovers’ past relationships.”

“I’m not most people,” Satomi stated. “Were you her bitch?”

Kyouji let out an actual laugh this time.

“Why would you think that?”

“You were freeloading in her house. I’m pretty sure an older alpha woman wouldn’t let a younger alpha man take advantage of her.”

“You’re right about that. She kept me around for the challenge. It was fun, I won’t lie. She was very aggressive and wouldn’t let me fuck her without fighting, so being with her usually ensued a fight, a lot of biting, and a considerable amount of blood before one of us managed to get on top.”

“That sounds excessive.”

“Nah, it was just foreplay.”

“Is that the kind of relationship you prefer?”

“Hell no, it was just a fun change of pace. Why? Are you jealous?”

“Why would I be jealous?” Satomi frowned.

“Why, indeed. You should never be jealous, I only have eyes for Satomi-kun now.”

“You better. I’ll dump you otherwise.”

“Hmm,” Kyouji hummed, nuzzling Satomi’s chest. “If Satomi-kun dumped me I’d be very sad. Can’t let that happen.”

“You just gotta behave. I’m not that high maintenance.”

“What does behave ensue?”

“For starters you can stop rubbing your scent glands on my clothes.”

Kyouji chuckled again.

“Fine~”

-

After sheathing his cock into Satomi and thrusting a few times, Kyouji stopped all the way inside and put his mouth on the chosen spot on Satomi’s shoulder. He was ready to sink his teeth in when Satomi stopped him.

“Wait,” he said.

Kyouji withdrew.

“Changed your mind?” He tried not to sound disappointed but was sure it didn’t work.

“No, it’s just…” Satomi was glad that Kyouji couldn’t see his face since he had his back turned to him. “You can bite a little closer to my neck… Like… At the base, where it’d be covered by a t-shirt’s collar…”

Kyouji blinked.

“That might—it surely will peek out sometimes.”

“It’s okay,” Satomi said. “I don’t mind people knowing I’m claimed.”

Kyouji’s cock stirred inside Satomi. Claimed. Of course Satomi knew what a mark implied, Kyouji wasn't expecting him not to, but he also wasn't expecting him to openly mention it.

Kyouji took a deep breath. More than ever he just wanted to sink his teeth into Satomi’s skin and flesh and claim him. But he had to be rational. He couldn’t risk making Satomi mad or regretful on this subject. This had to be done carefully.

“Satomi,” he started. “Are you sure about this? You’re not just saying this in the heat of the moment?”

“I’m sure. Your alpha pheromones don’t affect me, you know that.”

“No, but people still do things they regret later when they’re feeling too good to judge properly.”

“Kyouji, just bite me already,” Satomi said.

That definitely counted as enthusiastic consent. Kyouji put his mouth over a spot right on the curve of Satomi's neck and kissed it once before opening his mouth and biting down hard. He didn't start slowly, these kinds of things actually hurt more if you go little by little, he just sunk his sharp teeth into Satomi's flesh, closing his mouth around it, so the blood wouldn't drip out and dirt the sheets.

Satomi let out a groan. He knew it would hurt so it didn't come as a surprise, but it was still painful. Yet he could feel his cock throbbing in response. It was painful but somehow it still felt good. He could feel Kyouji's mouth on him and Kyouji's teeth tearing deep enough into his flesh that he could bite a chunk off him if he so chose. And then Kyouji started moving his hips again, all the while still biting him, fucking into him and almost eating him up at the same time.

It was too much. Satomi could understand why Kyouji wanted to do that while in the middle of fucking now, it was an intense experience and definitely wouldn’t have felt as good otherwise. It also felt overwhelming, and Kyouji still had his teeth carved into him when Satomi came, spilling all over the sheets under him and on his own stomach.

A few more thrusts and Kyouji came too, Satomi felt the heat inside him, and Kyouji groaning with his mouth still on his neck. Still fully inside Satomi, Kyouji removed his teeth from the boy’s neck, keeping his mouth around the bite for a little longer and tasting the blood flowing from the rather deep wound. He moved away, sliding his cock out of Satomi, and quickly grabbed a towel he had left on the nightstand before they started, then pressed it against the wound to stop the bleeding.

“Satomi-kun, hold this against your neck for a bit,” Kyouji said, and once Satomi obeyed, he left to get a first aid kit in the bathroom.

Kyouji sat down with his legs crossed on the bed, and Satomi sat in front of him, still pressing the towel against the bite mark Kyouji left.

“Does it hurt?” Kyouji asked, showing concern.

“Obviously,” Satomi answered.

“Sorry. Did it hurt too much when I…?”

“It did hurt,” Satomi stated. “But it felt really good too.”

Kyouji smiled, feeling relieved.

“I’m glad. Come here, lemme bandage it,” Kyouji said, holding a piece of gauze folded into a thick square and a patch.

Satomi took the towel away from his neck and cringed when he saw how stained red with blood it was. Kyouji quickly glanced at the wound to see if it was still bleeding too much, then didn’t lose time patching it up. 

“Now that you left a mark that will scar, will you stop biting me all over?” Satomi asked.

Kyouji smiled.

“Never.”

Satomi smiled back.

“Good.”

-

Satomi was never the type to walk around the house shirtless. He was too modest to stay in a state of undress outside of intimate moments, even in his own apartment or in the place he now shared with Kyouji when he was in Tokyo. If it was too hot he would wear shorts and a light shirt, maybe a tank top, but he wouldn’t go topless. Unlike Kyouji, who would happily parade around the house showing off his tattooed body. Satomi wasn’t complaining, it was a nice view.

Satomi still hadn’t put on a shirt. He had just woken up and just put on his underwear and shorts before going to the bathroom to start his day. He was brushing his teeth when he heard a knock on the door.

“Satomi-kun?”

“Hmm?” Satomi hummed, his toothbrush still in his mouth.

“Can I come in? I need my hair gel.”

“Mhmm.”

The door opened from outside and Kyouji stepped in. He was already wearing his dress pants and shirt as he walked to the cabinet next to Satomi to grab his hair product. He stopped right beside the boy, and once he had what he came to get, he put an arm around Satomi’s waist, getting closer. Kyouji leaned down to nuzzle Satomi’s neck, then kiss it and drag his mouth down until he reached the bite mark he had left there a couple months before. He kissed it, then closed his mouth around it, nibbling just slightly. All the while Satomi continued to brush his teeth, doing his best to ignore the harassment.

Satomi spit the toothpaste foam in the sink and then washed his mouth before he finally acknowledged Kyouji’s presence by leaning against his body. Kyouji lifted his head and smiled, looking at Satomi’s reflection in the mirror in front of them.

“You’re awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you?” Satomi asked. He wanted to sound berating, but the smile on his lips exposed his real feelings.

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re always looking at this mark, always putting your mouth on it too.”

Kyouji smiled.

“It’s less about being proud and more about just being happy because everytime I see it I’m reminded that Satomi-kun gave himself to me,” Kyouji said, leaning down to put his head over Satomi’s shoulder, his mouth very close to his mark again.

“You're so sappy,” Satomi said.

Kyouji left the bottle of gel he was still holding on the sink, and proceeded to hold Satomi with both his arms, pulling him as close as possible as he leaned to kiss him. Satomi closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Kyouji’s mouth on his, whining in disappointment when Kyouji withdrew a few seconds later instead of deepening the kiss.

“I gotta hurry, Satomi-kun.”

“Your train leaves in an hour, you have time to kiss me properly.”

“If I kiss you I’ll want to do other things and if I start I won’t be able to stop and I’ll miss the train.”

“Miss it, then.”

“You know that’s not how it works. Kumichou wants to see me, I can’t be late.”

Satomi pouted. 

“Fine.”

“Don’t look so upset, I stayed for almost a week this time.”

“Not even a whole week.”

“Satomi-kun is so greedy~”

Satomi rolled his eyes and withdrew from Kyouji’s embrace.

“I have class this morning too so I’ll leave with you.”

Kyouji grabbed the bottle nearby again, and started to fix his hair.

“Doesn’t it start later today? You don’t need to leave so soon.”

“I can kill some time in the campus before class starts.”

“Why? It’s so crowded in the mornings, you always complain about that.”

“You really wanna hear me saying I just wanna spend more time with you, right?”

“Yep.”

“You’re insufferable.”

Satomi left the bathroom to get dressed, but Kyouji didn’t overlook the smile on his face and the red on his ears.

-

The next time Kyouji came to Tokyo, they ordered food from home. Satomi was finishing the last slice of the pizza they were eating together on the couch when he decided to talk about a subject that had been weighing on his mind.

“I’ve been thinking,” he started.

“That's dangerous, you shouldn't do it too much.”

“Idiot,” Satomi rolled his eyes. “You have my name on your arm.”

“Yeah,” Kyouji said, now curious to see where the conversation was going.

“And I have your teeth at the base of my neck.”

“Yeah,” Kyouji smiled. “You marked me, I marked you.”

“No, that’s not right,” Satomi said. “Someone else marked you with my name. It’s not my mark. That isn’t fair.”

“What should we do, then?” Kyouji still asked, amused.

“I was thinking that I want to bite you too.”

“See how thinking is dangerous?”

“You don't like the idea?”

“I love it, that’s why it’s dangerous,” he smirked. “Bite me, Satomi-kun.”

“But my teeth aren’t as sharp as yours, I can’t bite as hard as you so I can’t mark you the same way.”

Kyouji seemed to ponder.

“Then I guess you need to bite me every day on the same spot so it won’t fade.”

“How could I do that, you’re not even in Tokyo most of the time, Kyouji-san.”

“That’s true,” Kyouji said. “You’ll have to bite extra hard so it lasts for a month. Then when I’m back you bite me again, every day until I leave.”

“If I keep biting you on the same spot it’ll never properly heal… And it’ll keep hurting too.”

“Hmm, yes, that’s true,” Kyouji said. “I already liked the idea, you didn’t need to try and convince me more.”

“I wasn’t trying to con—You’re such a freak,” Satomi said. But he wasn’t actually bothered nor weirded out, that wasn’t the first time Kyouji implied that he liked pain as long as it was Satomi who caused it.

Kyouji laughed at his reaction. “And aren’t you?”

Satomi opened his mouth to argue, then saw the smile on Kyouji’s face. Playful, but not malicious. Satomi closed his mouth and smiled back.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” he finally said. Then he got up from the couch. “Let’s go to bed so I can start paying you back for the past two years of biting.”

“I’ll still bite you more, you know.”

“I know you will. I’d be upset if you didn’t.”