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[ HOMRA's bar was surprisingly quiet and empty today, but it had been cleared for negotiation purposes. The Clan's Alpha didn't get petition requests often - and certainly not from anyone not associated with one of the other Clans - and normally this meeting wouldn't have even been considered. But there were special circumstances involved in this meeting, ones that revolved around the Omega being offered up in the pact and the very vehement persistence of HOMRA's third in command, the Vanguard of the Clan.

Misaki Yata didn't normally involve himself in Clan politics - that was not his forte, that was Izumo's job. He was the one called in on the rare occasion that negotiations failed or when Mikoto wasn't interested in them to begin with, and he was perfectly fine with that. But this.... this was something different. He had a personal interest in this. And Niki Fushimi hadn't been wrong in thinking that using the Vanguard's soft spot to get himself in the door was a clever tactic.

However, clever as he might be, he still wasn't prepared to deal with Izumo, the King's second. Izumo had his own agenda in working with his King to see these negotiations through. And while remaining languidly quiet during the debates and discussions, Mikoto's eyes were just as keen and intense, missing as little as his Second.

They might not know this Omega at all, but they knew Yata. Despite him being the youngest and newest Alpha in their Clan, he was already a force to be reckoned with. It had come up in discussions a time or two already about him showing no interest in the Betas or Omegas of the Clan who had not yet been claimed, since an Alpha without a partner had a much harder time controlling their tempers and moods. As far as Yata had shown so far, they might as well not have existed at all, although the females still sent him into a blushing flustered retreat every time they propositioned him.

Today was different, though. Today Yata's demeanor had changed the moment he'd followed his King and Second into the room and took up his place behind Mikoto's left shoulder. His gaze had narrowed, stance imperceptibly angled - not towards his Alphas or even the Beta across the table who sat there with a smug self-assured smirk. No, the entire room had faded out as his attention fixed on the Omega kneeling beside his father's chair, head bowed, his pose the perfect picture of subservience. It instantly ramped the tension up in the room a hundredfold and even Mikoto and Izumo had been startled by the sudden shift in attitude from him.

It had certainly lent an interesting atmosphere for the negotiations, something both Mikoto and Izumo had delved into with single-minded deliberation after a single exchanged glance between them. Even if they hadn't had their minds made up about the end results of this negotiation before sitting down at this table, they were focused now and united in purpose. As far as the King was concerned, the Omega was now theirs. Or, more specifically, he was now Yata's. All that was left was the finer details to make it so.

Not that Izumo had any intention of letting this man get away from anything and his shrewd intelligence brought a sharp smile to his own lips as he started debating terms. The bartering went on for what felt like hours and finally Mikoto lifted a hand and sent Yata from the room because if the Alpha grew anymore agitated at his side he was going to spur the remaining Alphas in the room to do something regrettable. Not to mention it was starting to affect the Omega - something even Mikoto could notice from across the table.

So Yata got kicked out to pace in the back hallway, practically snarling with impatience, while Izumo delivered the final offer and got the signature from the still-smug Beta. Who hadn't yet figured out how badly he'd been outmaneuvered, but no one was all that inclined to enlighten him yet. It's only when one of the other Betas arrives to escort Niki to the door does Mikoto motion for Yata to come back into the room, then gestures to the still-kneeling Omega left behind. ]

He's yours.

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[Seeing Misaki for the first time since middle school, when they'd both presented and Fushimi was taken away to be prepped for his Alpha, was a shock. An even bigger shock was how for the first time in his life, he didn't hear his father's voice. All he could focus on was Yata's scent and the occasional noise from him. There was something about his friend that was just intoxicating.

He knew what it meant, of course. He also knew there was no way in hell he'd ever be with a third-rank Alpha, even if just being around Yata as he got more and more frustrated was driving Saru mad with the need to soothe him, to let Yata fuck him until they both felt better. As the negotiations went on, though, Fushimi began to notice that this second Alpha was doing all the talking and that he was also screwing his father over so badly it'd be a miracle if he could walk the next day. Most people got something of value from an Omega trade, money or promises or whatever, and Fushimi knew he was a valuable Omega. He was very intelligent, very pretty, and a complete virgin. His father should have been able to make bank on this sale.

Instead, Niki was walking out of here with nothing but a piece of paper that said he was giving his son to the HOMRA clan's third alpha in exchange for never stepping foot in HOMRA territory and a voucher worth ten bucks.

He can't believe it's happened. He stays perfectly still when Niki leaves and Misaki returns, not sure if moving would ruin this perfect dream.]

[ Yata's gaze is sharp and there's almost something feral in his expression as he meets Mikoto's gaze, as if he'd expected his claim to be challenged the moment he made it. Having been enclosed in this room for as long as he had been without being able to do anything had frayed his control to a point that he wasn't thinking his clearest.

So when Mikoto offers no challenge whatsoever and instead motions his permission in the direction of the waiting Alpha, it's enough to still him in utter surprise. But Mikoto's already pushing back from the table, pulling out a cigarette to light before turning and strolling from the room. Izumo, wearing a bemused sort of smile of his own, follows him out.

Yata stares after them in silence a moment before letting his gaze drift back to the kneeling omega, now that they have the room to themselves. He swallows, his mouth dry, his fingers curled at his sides to restrain the urge to reach. If he gets his hands on Saru here, he's not going to let go. And he's pretty sure Izumo would be really unhappy with him later if he did that.

So instead he clears his throat and calls his new Omega's name, his voice hoarse and strained. ]

Saru.

[Please do not mate your Omega in the public rooms of the bar, Yata-chan. You have a basement apartment for that.

Fushimi flinches at hearing that name but it gets his attention and he looks up. He doesn't stand, though.]

...Misaki?

[ He sees the flinch and everything in him reacts to it - in vastly different and conflicting ways, but he just stays where he is and holds out a hand to the Omega, patient. ]

Yeah. It's me. Come here.

[He wants to throw himself at Misaki because he has to make sure Misaki never leaves him again, but he refrains. Instead, he struggles to his feet (his legs are asleep) and careful makes his way over to him]

...still a shorty.

[ A flicker of surprise flashes across Yata's face before he breaks into surprised laughter, pleased with the response. Fushimi had been so still and quiet and obedient for the entire meeting that he'd begin to worry about how much his old friend had changed. Or been changed. But that was enough to bring a delighted smile to his face as Fushimi approaches and he takes the challenge his Omega offers him with a grin, amusement in his eyes.

When he's within reach, Yata stretches out an arm to fist fingers in Saru's shirt and tug him closer, smirking up at him. ]

Yeah, I guess I am. That just means I'll have to make you kneel for me, right?

[ He's not going to lie, the prospect of that has his eyes going dark with anticipation.

Saru is his. He can barely believe it. ]

[There's the tiniest flinch again at "make you kneel for me", but it's quickly replaced by a shudder at that look in Misaki's eyes. He chuckles as he's tugged down, still taller than his Alpha.]

The only time you'll ever be taller than anyone, you know. I'm pretty sure that little girl I saw is taller than you, Mi~sa~ki.

[Should an Omega tease his Alpha like this? No. Is Saru going to do it anyway? Yes.]

[ He doesn't miss that flinch either - it's impossible to, with as close as they are and as intently as he's watching his Omega's reactions, rememorizing everything about him when he hasn't seen him in... shit, how many years had it been now? It has his other hand lifting to cup lightly against Saru's cheek, something serious in the darkness of his gaze. He doesn't know what Saru's been through, but he can't imagine it could have been pleasant. Not with what he'd been picking up from Niki while he'd been in the room.

Maybe an Omega shouldn't be this challenging in the face of a new Alpha getting ready to claim him, but honestly, Yata wouldn't have him any other way. ]

She's not, for the record. But you'll get to meet her and the rest of them later, so you can see for yourself.

[ ...Not for a while later, though. he has other things they need to take care of first. ]

[What probably hurts the most?

Saru shies away from Misaki's hand for the briefest moment before relaxing. That probably answers every question about what Niki did to "prepare" his "disgusting Omega son".]

Oh? Didn't think you'd be the sharing, flaunting type, Misaki~

[More teasing! Because that distracts everyone from the fact that a Beta was worse to his son than any Alpha ever would be.]

[ It does, and it has his hand falling back to his side with an expression of near-pain on his face that Saru's first instinct sit o flinch away from a touch. Something he will work on but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt and make him furious all at the same time. It's a good thing they escorted Niki out of here, because if he'd still been within Yata's sights at this moment, he wouldn't be walking anywhere anytime soon.

This time, in response to the flippant dismissal, he meets Saru's gaze evenly, because they're' going to have to work to make sure on the same page here and there's some things he wants to make sure Saru understands from the start. ]

I won't share you. Not like that. You're mine and no one else is going to lay so much as a finger on you.

[ Because there were very clear boundaries set down and maintained within HOMRA - necessary when the Clan was made up with as many possessive hotheads as it was. ]

[His heart drops when Misaki moves his hand away, worried he's too damaged to be of any good anymore. He already wants Misaki, he's not sure what he'd do if he was turned away now--

But he isn't, and Misaki is still talking, and Saru can't believe what he's hearing]

Really? There's at least three Alphas in this clan, and none of you share?

[ Yata is quick to shake his head. ] Mikoto has an Omega of his own and if you think anyone is insane enough to think to challenge him over that, then you haven't been listening to enough rumors about HOMRA. And Izumo... has his own arrangement.

[ Which happens to involve a Beta from the Blue Clan, but that's an entirely different matter.

He reaches out and slides his hand lightly along Saru's arm, maintaining contact but trying to keep it to something the Omega might not find too alarming or threatening. ]

You're mine. No one else's.

I haven't been. I didn't even know who my dad was looking at selling me to until tonight.

[That's a good start. He leans into that touch, and then further into Misaki's very tempting scent.]

Tch. What, do you already have a collar before we've even mated?

[ His eyes widen at the reminder but then he shakes his head. ]

No, but that's easily fixed. I'd want one that's meant just for you anyway, so we'll take care of that... after.

[ He's relieved that Saru doesn't mind some of the touches. He'll take that as encouragement for now. But standing here talking isn't going to get them anywhere, so he lets his hand slide down to lace his fingers with Saru's, giving him a light tug. ]

Come on. My apartment's downstairs, below the bar. You'll be staying there with me.

Hope they thought to sound and scent-proof that. My heats are...something else.

[Just a heads up. He follows after Misaki, staying close]

Do you still not drink milk?

[ Yata just snickers at that. ] And you think any of the others' are? It's fine. All the apartments are safeguarded for that. The second floor mostly has the living quarters for the betas who stay here and some guest rooms and then Mikoto has a loft on the third floor to himself and his Omega.

[ The bar is still quiet and empty, meaning they don't come across anyone on their way to the doorway that leads to the stairs down into Yata's rooms beneath the bar. He never releases Saru's hand, guiding him along with him as he leads the way. Although that comment gets a scoff and a glance over his shoulder at the Omega. ]

Ehh? Are you still obsessing over my height? Stop worrying. It just means stupid people underestimate me when they see me, and I'm fine with that.

[Saru shrugs with a scoff.]

Just wondering. Never thought I'd have a tiny Alpha, though.

[Not that he's complaining]

Why do you have the basement?

Because it's the second biggest set of rooms and it also puts me closest to all the exits and entrances.

[ Yata shrugs, because it makes the most logical sense, considering what they had to work with. Besides, if anyone was stupid enough to try and attack here, they'd have Mikoto and the other Betas descending from above while Yata closed off their escape from the rear. It would end badly for anyone who tried.

Still, he glances back at Saru as he leads him down the stairs, a look of uncertainty flickering across his face for a moment. Despite the way he'd been hyper-aware of the Omega from the moment he'd laid eyes on him, he had no idea how Saru felt about this... ]

Are you okay with that? With me being your Alpha? [He realized now that maybe he should have made sure of that earlier.... ]

[He's quiet at that question, thinking how best to put it.]

If that other Alpha hadn't sent you away, I would have crawled over to give you a blow job to calm you down, Misaki. I was moments away from doing it.

[ Yata blinks at the bluntness of that before giving a quiet laugh. They've reached the bottom of the stairs no, standing just a few steps into his rooms, but he'll give Saru a tour later. Right now, he's more interested in tugging the Omega closer once more, fingers tangling in his shirt to guide him down within easy reach. ]

Well. That certainly would have made negotiations interesting. And here I thought Mikoto sent me away just because I was about five seconds away from lunging across the table and tearing that assholes's throat out with my teeth.

[And again he follows, pressing as close to Misaki as he dares to on his own.]

...if you'd done that, I'd've offered more than a blow job.

[Just saying.]

You're the only Alpha I can tolerate, Misaki. You have been since before we presented.

[ Yata searches his face again, studying what he sees there. He lets his hand slide up Saru's chest, this time letting him feel the way his hand raises, moving to cup against his cheek once more. Even if Saru flinches away again, he'll keep it there, held out and open in offering for when the Omega is ready for it. ]

So you're okay with this? With being my Omega. I need to know that before we go any further.

[He doesn't flinch this time, having prepared himself for it. No tension, no fear.

Saru nods]

I am.

[ Yata studies him a moment longer before nodding and something softens in his expression as he gives his Omega a crooked smile before tugging him down within reach. He leans in. claiming his mouth in a kiss at that, as if to seal the deal. And also because he couldn't hold himself back anymore. not when he wanted to touch and taste and claim and his control over his instincts as an Alpha were quickly fraying past the point of control. ]

[It's like the kiss hits a switch inside Fushimi; he starts to fall to his knees almost on instinct as Misaki finally kisses him, only stopping because this stairwell is too cramped for it.

As they kiss, though, Fushimi reaches for something in his pocket to press into Yata's hand. It's a pill bottle, containing one pill that will induce his heat, should Misaki want to go about it that way.

Saru kind of hope he does.]

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