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This happens during another banquet. Another disrupted banquet, as if the djinn and criminals (who usually ended up being djinn anyway, but not the point) couldn't find a better time to make their attack. Like, seriously, guild banquets. Moreover, the banquets of the Essence of the Strait and the Creator's Sacred Grace. A gathering place for the heroic elite of Seoul and Korea in general.

Every time something like this happens, Hajin wants to loudly remind the attacking jerks that this is not Pandemonium and that there are a lot of professional heroes tired of social life, some of whom have just returned from the field and are still on their guard. Hajin usually belongs to the latter group of sufferers, because it is difficult to combine two full-time jobs and raising a child (Evandel is a wonderful daughter, even if she stubbornly calls him "pa", but Hajin is really not sure that he devotes enough time to her).

By and large, Hajin hates it when jinns interrupt the banquets he goes to at Yeonha's request (Hajin didn't really listen, but there was something about his "wolf face" being too popular not to take advantage of it, said in a tone as if Hajin didn't know it. Hajin knows, he really worked for this). But Lilith's djinn infuriate Hajin into a cold rage.

Because no matter who threw him into this world, he didn't just take what Hajin wrote or invented as a basis. He took it all and added fanfiction to the mix.

Hajin knows that there were fan works based on his novel. Hajin is even willing to admit that he has read them. Even the ones that came from the dark part of the fandom, with Jonghak and Suho's unhealthy relationship and the scariest interpretation of the omegaverse, in which Suho was the omega and... No, Hajin still has too fresh a memory of what he read for him to want to continue tormenting himself with thoughts of this horror.

By and large, the world has not turned into a harem with big plot holes, but... Omegaverse. It still hurts Hajin to read the word "Omega" in his sick list, but if you ignore the secondary gender, then all this nonsense about pheromones and heat with ruts initially bypassed Hajin. Hajin was damn happy about it, despite the huge flaw that had appeared even before Hajin realized that he was... well. Omega.

Therefore, when some genie releases an apparently poisoned lilac cloud at him, Hajin very calmly blows his face – and partially his skull – with a shotgun (obviously adapted for monsters like this asshole) and shoots a burst into his chest from the Eagle. So that he doesn't get up. After that, Hajin coughs softly.

His body has been trying to absorb the effects of the poison for long enough for Hajin to become seriously worried. To distract himself, the archer looks around the devastated hall, where the fighting has already subsided. Yeonha is already making her way towards him, apparently attracted by the sounds of gunfire.

The treatment ends just as Yeonha opens her mouth to say something, and Hajin interrupts her with a long moan, hiding his face in his hands.

[Lilith's Pollen – Memorized: 2%. Alters the hormonal background of a creature to attract attention.]

[Insufficient understanding. Detoxification is not possible.]

"What happened?" Are you hurt?" Yeonha tightens her grip on the whip handle. "Can I help you?"

"I can't be helped anymore, but Suho…" Hajin looks up at Yongha with a doomed smile on his face. "That's the 'Alpha' code, Yeonha." 

Yeonha looks scared enough, but Hajin repeats anyway:

"That's the fucking 'Alpha' code, Yeonha."

Do you remember Hajin talking about a huge flaw? The 'Alpha' code and Kim-fucking-Suho are the main parts of this fucking flaw.

The first time it happened was shortly after Evandel was born. With every mention of this incident, Hajin emphasizes the fact that it is absolutely not his fault.

He didn't know he was going to be in heat. He didn't know at all that he might be in heat. He thought he was a fucking beta. He didn't have a strong pheromone smell, an extra organ and heats, and it was wonderful.

And then he went into heat, which affected exactly one person in the entire Cube, and it wasn't Hajin. It was Suho. (I don't think it's worth saying that after that, Hajin was scared away from all the competing alphas of Veritas for two more weeks, trying to smell what the one they perceived as another beta smelled like.)

It was really unexpected. Hajin handed over his work when he felt the danger. He reacted reflexively: he pulled his pistol out of its holster, turned around and fired. Suho, of course, dodged, but at the same time lost a lock of hair (why the hell did they shoot back?).

The audience was completely silent. Hajin shifted his gaze from the falling hair to Suho's face and looked into his eyes. On a good day, a pupil could be seen in the center of the irises. Right now, Suho's eyes were crystal-dangerous lakes, and this made Hajin swallow hard and make one of the main mistakes of that day: running.

Hajin was caught by strong hands and pressed against Suho three steps away from the door. From the elbow that landed in the Suho's stomach, the alpha growled and squeezed Hajin tighter, squeezing his ribs until he wheezed.

"Sleep," Suho grows this word, despite the seeming impossibility of it. "I'm on guard."

Hajin's consciousness slips away so quickly because of this command that Hajin barely has time to compare himself with the French women in the paintings before going limp in Suho's arms. 

According to Yeonghan, Suho was really guarding him, not even allowing the teachers to get closer than two meters. Yeonghan, in fact, was the only one who was allowed almost close: he was able to put his hand on Suho's shoulder and lead him to the dorm room belonging to the swordsman. (Hajin is willing to pray for their headman's guesswork, because Evandel was in his room, and Hajin really DIDN'T want to explain it.)

He had to remember the rest with his own efforts, although, to be honest, there were very few memories, because Hajin was mostly... asleep. Because Suho ordered him to do so. Or rather, not Suho himself, but his alpha, to whom no one seemed to have told that people react very badly to three days of sleep in a row. The guilt that turned Suho into a kicked puppy didn't stop the alpha from whining and licking Hajin's neck when he got out of bed and reached for hormonal patches (because, ha-ha, maybe the scar wouldn't stay forever, but the very possibility of it scaring the shit out of him), which were conveniently stored by Suho behind the mirror in bathroom. It's not like this band-aid lasted long, but Hajin really tried to stop the madness happening.

Something itched in the back of his neck from Suho's behavior. Hajin quite reasonably considered these to be actually-not-missing beta instincts. He wanted to lie on his back and let himself be treated like Suho's favorite dental toy. (Later, Hajin was so happy that Suho spent his whole life on suppressors before the Cube, afraid of his first rut, and Hajin himself was not even an omega before the Cube, because fucking his main character in the first heat... no, just not).

But ultimately, Hajin couldn't let Suho bite him. And even if this bite didn't affect Hajin himself, it would have affected Suho at least emotionally... and in terms of reputation. Even considering the fact that Hajin is just a beta. So, as soon as Hajin felt that his tongue had been replaced by teeth, and they had just begun to bite the licked place, he acted as quickly as he could, pushing the alpha off him with a palm to the stomach and pressing him to the bed by the throat.

"No. Must not. I forbid you to bite my neck," Hajin says this with force, increasing the pressure of his hand so that Suho could not even growl, but without cutting off the air completely. "Be a good alpha, Suho."

Suho wheezes, his chest swells, as if he is trying to inhale as much air as possible at a time, but as soon as Hajin presses a little harder, Suho deflates like a balloon. His neck arches, as Hajin quickly realizes, more instinctively than consciously, showing the alpha's willingness to obey at the moment. Fucking pack hierarchy, fucking alpha subordination, fucking Suho, refusing to behave adequately because what kind of adequate alpha in the race would agree to obey beta?!

Suho whines when Hajin slowly removes his hand from his neck and grabs his wrist, pulling him towards himself until his fingers fit exactly to match the reddened outline on his neck. Hajin reflexively glances at Suho's groin, but the tent with the stain on his uniform pants doesn't say anything useful because the alpha is obviously in a rut.

(As Hajin later learns, Suho was not in a natural rut, but rather overreacted to Hajin's pheromones, but not that it would have made much difference at that moment.)

Hajin freezes. This is actually a problem. Not Suho's boner, but the academy's uniform. In which Hajin slept for three days in a row. And Suho was also in his room for three days in a row, which makes the situation even more disgusting, because Suho did not sleep and he had needs corresponding to the puberty of his inner alpha.

Hajin takes his fingers off his neck again, this time not allowing Suho to be self-willed with his body, baring his teeth at every attempt by the alpha to return the touch. A displeased growl escapes from his chest when Suho tries to hold him down with his hands, and Hajin immediately tries to prolong this sound, figuring out how it all works on the go.

Going to the shower with a pesky puppy who's afraid you'll drown is exhausting. Especially considering the fact that this "puppy" was a head taller than Hajin and twice as strong. Taking off the uniform was also not the most pleasant, because Suho refused to stand straight. And it was also difficult not to stare at someone else's erection, and not even because Hajin is hidden gay (no homophobia, but God forbid), but because it was someone else's erection. 

("You're such a fucking gay, Hajin." Yeonha rolls her eyes, sitting in an armchair while Hajin tries to smother himself with a pillow on the bed. "I really didn't want to remember the fact that Suho got hard on you."

"I'm not gay," Hajin hisses, throwing the pillow aside, "I just think I shouldn't suffer from this information alone. You asked me to tell you what it's like to be in heat with Suho. Oh my God, I was in heat, I'm a fucking omega."

"I thought you were going to fuck him, not try to strangle him at the first opportunity!"

"Well…")

Suho really had strong puppy eyes, and Hajin was really a fucking wimp, okay? And they were already in the shower anyway, and Hajin understood what a hard-on was (he didn't really want to fuck people, but that didn't change the simplest physiological reactions, like morning tents in his underpants). And since Suho was out of his mind and didn't seem to understand why he would do anything on his own when Hajin was around, Suho's well-being fell on Hajin's shoulders.

And Suho was clearly in pain from the constant excitement. Or rather, not Suho. Suho's alpha, because he was broken-broken by suppressors and didn't actually thin.

(In this world, only one person knew exactly why Suho's alpha was unruly and unnecessarily dangerous, and another guessed the reasons. Sometimes rebirth caused more harm than good).

It was the realization of the consequences of all this pain, kindly planted by an ill-timed "Observation", that forced Hajin to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

It was... weird. Although Hajin is not a virgin, he has had very little sex in his life, not to mention the fact that he has not slept with men. But Hajin jerked off... a reasonable number of times, thanks to physiology. So the sensations were quite similar, except for the slightly strange angle of the girth and the fact that somewhere in the middle of the process, Suho almost dropped them in an attempt to snuggle closer to Hajin.

Damn it, if we put aside the insane amount of shame Hajin felt from having to jerk off Suho, who was also raping his neck with his tongue and lips in a single place with all his puppy zeal (the bruise spread to half of his neck and hurt for two weeks), it was to some extent... hot. Hajin has a kink for aesthetics, strength, and trust, and Suho is insanely handsome, built like a Greek god, and entrusted Hajin with literally himself at that moment, so… Sue him, but Hajin even liked it.

After this awkward visit to the bathroom, Hajin was hugged as soon as he was distracted by wiping his hair, and refused to let go, ignoring all attempts to break free. Suho's hands were not only strong, they were also big enough to make Hajin feel small, not only because he was half a head shorter.

So, he couldn't escape, but he managed to at least turn around so that Suho would stop dripping cold water from his hair, which Hajin had to wipe again. Thank God that Suho wasn't in the wildest state, and he didn't have to force him into the first sweatpants he saw, but just had to throw them in his face.

The next problem was food. Or rather, the weakness and headache that has been haunting Hajin since he woke up due to the fact that he hadn't eaten for three days. And, in fact, the fact that Suho doesn't particularly like cooking outside the wild turned out to be very useful, because he had a lot of nutritional bars that helped significantly reduce headaches and distract Suho for a while.

In fact, even considering the funny coincidence that Hajin woke up in the morning around the time he was supposed to get up every day, it was amazing to see how Hajin's wakefulness affected Suho's intelligence and awareness: with each passing hour, the swordsman's reactions to what was happening were becoming more meaningful and, although the obsession did not go away, Hajin was definitely given more freedom than ten centimeters. Like, a meter. Hajin can sit on the other end of the couch and bury his face in the bracelet, because his laptop is on the next update, and Suho will just stretch out, dangling his legs over the armrest to put his head on Hajin's hips. He won't wrap his arms around him, whine, or reach for his neck, and that's really good. This calms Hajin down, although it's not entirely clear why Hajin is worried at all.

Yeonghan comes in a couple of hours later, after class, attracted by Hajin's messages, but he doesn't get past the doorway of Suho's room because the alpha starts growling. And not the way he growls at Hajin, a simple warning with minimal threat, but the real intention to rip the windpipe out of his throat, if Yeonghan makes the wrong move. Indeed, Hajin thought that they had made some progress, but apparently it was relative, because in Yeonghan's presence, Suho really returns to his caveman mindset and ten centimeters of freedom. Not for long, because Hajin stops it with a sharp blow to the throat, which is why Suho literally chokes with his growl, and beckons Yeonghan to himself, putting his wrist to his neck as quickly as possible so that the other beta would not be bitten to death.

"He's fucking wild, I get it." Yeonghan anticipates the apology from Hajin by his wrinkled nose. "It's okay, I don't mind. Omega should only allow pack members into the lair. And I guess I got lost because of the change in connections."

Hajin is now wrinkling his nose in disbelief.

"Wait, does Suho have an omega? Where is she, and why should I deal with the crackdown on this jerk? I mean, aren't omegas better suited for racing than betas?"

Yeonghan looks at him like he's an idiot, and Hajin honestly doesn't understand the reason. Because, you know, he's not an idiot, thank you so much for the vote of confidence.

"Hajin, this room is filled with the smell of omega heat." Yeonghan pauses before continuing. "The smell is so strong that I can decompose it into its components, even though I am a beta. And considering that Suho is definitely an alpha…"

Hajin tries desperately not to think about what this means, but he can't completely immerse himself in denial due to the fact that Suho clearly believes that Hajin has been away from him for long enough that he could just go over and pick him up to carry him... somewhere.

Hajin honestly faints from the shock, so he doesn't care where he takes him.

He wakes up on the bed belonging to Suho, who, surprisingly, is not around, which probably means that he has regained consciousness. Hajin definitely felt relieved at his newfound independence. Absolutely only this.

(Yeonha looks at him so expressively that he has to admit that he not only felt relieved, he didn't even feel it at all, in fact, he was just too proud to admit it. Is it lousy? Yes. Has he ever regretted letting pride control his actions? More than once. Will he continue to do this? Hell, yes.

"Yes, I was devastated and hurt, but I understood what was going on, so it passed quickly."

"…"

"Okay, I'm still devastated and resentful, probably because I literally have a hormonal malfunction in my body and I've been going crazy in real time for the last week.")

Hajin found Suho on the couch, buried in a book, which was instantly forgotten as soon as Suho realized that Hajin had woken up and was standing next to him.

"Are you okay?"

Sometimes, very, very rarely, when Hajin felt extremely lousy, he regretted forcing Suho to follow the role of a compassionate golden retriever. Does it make him a terrible person that this moment filled the piggy bank with regret for earlier decisions? The hell knows, and Hajin, to be honest, doesn't give a damn about it (you know, because of his intention to kill an innocent man just because he's an unwitting incubator of a demon).

"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't panic and start breathing back in." Suho sighs noisily, and Hajin sees on his face what should clearly be a relieved smile, but at the same time he notices the twitching of his body and the clenched fists of his palms, which Suho holds outstretched along the body in some self-tormenting attempt to restrain.

Another sigh comes from Hajin as he spreads his arms in an inviting gesture, tilts his head back and to the side a little, and significantly relaxes so that Suho can come over and satisfy his tactile hunger. But Suho just looks away and swallows hard, and Hajin softens at the sudden realization.

Although Suho is usually a model of sanity and benevolence, at least outwardly, he often mentally boils with emotions like a hellish cauldron, and often these are not strictly positive or negative emotions, but an unimaginable mixture of everything.

And Suho is smart enough that, even without having full memories of the last three days, he is afraid of what he might have done and what he might repeat.

"You really can, Suho." Hajin curls his lips, imitating Suho's usual smile. "I've already stopped you from getting bitten once, and I'll do it again. I promise."

Hajin almost falls, held upright only by Suho and his own willpower. Suho whines and almost cries, burying his face in his neck, and…

Oh, no, he's already crying. Damn.

Hajin awkwardly pats Suho on the back before squeezing his hand on the back of his neck and ruffling his hair the entire time they're hugging.

And after that incident, when both of them finally calmed down, put themselves in order, and allowed the worried Academy administration to conduct an examination (and how else if their best cadet suddenly fell into a wild state during the school day), ... the following incident occurred, because Hajin found it difficult to track his estrus due to lack of sense of smell and omegan smell as such. And over time, the situation did not get better, because Suho, apparently, because of the resettlement, not only the Gift system, but also biology broke down. And as soon as Suho smelled the slightest changes in the thing that allowed him to understand the biological and damn irregular cycle along with Hajin's mood, he immediately stuck to him like a bath leaf.

To tell the truth, Suho was already sticking to Hajin, but at least he was more flexible in observing personal boundaries. It's more flexible in the sense that Hajin didn't need Yeonghan's help in order for Suho to move at least one step away from him.

And, listen, Hajin's heat... was just uncomfortable, because between the Incident and Hajin's departure from the Academy (for which Suho was offended at him, though, and what is actually more likely, Suho was more upset about the increased distance between them, because he mistakenly believed that he should keep Hajin in his a small pack and Hajin's opinion on this did not really bother him) four more of these "leaks" happened, but they already lasted, fortunately, no more than a day, and they simply knocked Hajin out. There were no other consequences, but Hajin wisely assumed that there were none yet.

It was precisely because of this assumption (as well as the fact that Suho's behavior did not get better than it had during Hajin's first heat) that the Alpha code was introduced after Hajin's third heat. As soon as anyone realized that Hajin was going into heat (or, more likely, noticed oddities in Suho's behavior), Hajin was escorted to Suho's room as soon as possible and brought there as quickly as possible by Suho himself, because it was useless to try to isolate him (the administration of the Cube honestly tried, but the wild Suho was able to break down any doors separating him from Hajin, who was lying unconscious).

"Damn," Yeonha swears, starting to type something quickly on his wristband, while Hajin sends a message from his warning to Evandel, because he probably won't be able to get to his apartment for the next three days. "Damn, why did you get caught up right now? Why did you come at all if you could get caught at any moment?!"

"Because I shouldn't have been 'caught up' by anything." Hajin grins at Yeonha, ignoring the increasing heat in his chest and the nagging pain in his stomach, which were getting stronger, completely focusing on removing the hormone patch from his neck as quickly as possible. "They were Lilith's fucking djinn, and one of them poisoned me with some unimaginable mix that I couldn't neutralize. Even my sedative drug doesn't help."

"Damn." Yeonha's fingers are moving more hysterically and panicked than you might think from her face, and Hajin understands her.

Because since the introduction of this damn code, Hajin's estrus has become much worse. Unfortunately, it stopped being just a few hours of unconsciousness.

The three years that passed between Hajin's departure from the Academy and Suho's graduation from this Academy were the most peaceful since Hajin's first heat. Just because Suho wasn't during Hajin's heat. Hajin, who was now more or less noticing the changes in himself, because after the appearance of another stripe of Stigma, he had a some update... of his body? The pain Hajin experienced while increasing his strength probably caused him to go into heat, and that was the first time Hajin noticed at least some changes in his behavior and was even able to smell something in the air.

Well, he did it on about the third day of another heat, finding himself in a nest of blankets mixed with his clothes, lying with his head on a hoodie that came from nowhere (because Hajin doesn't need pockets sewn into every available place on clothes, including elbows, so it definitely belonged to not the archer), and hugging the sleeping Evandel, who smelled too strongly of something damn sweet and at the same time spicy.

Hajin comes to his senses as suddenly as he did that first time with wild Suho. His heart accelerates with panic at the very thought of getting off the mattress and going beyond the visible boundaries of his nest, or releasing Evandel there. 

He's lying in a pile of clothes and blankets, hugging his cub, and no matter how much he wants to get up and put the room (in particular the bed) and himself in order, he can't bring himself to move before Evandel wakes up. Even the aching pain in his stomach and the feeling that his pants are wet, dirty and at the same time too tight in the crotch area cannot make him move. And the distinct smell of blood is also not conducive to the resumption of at least some movement. Because Evandel is sleeping, and she is so soft, tender, and smells so delicious of happiness that Hajin just physically can't bring himself to move.

A dry cloth is already sliding off Hajin's forehead, and Hajin's heart aches from Evandel's concern. Because there was no one else to take care of him for the last three days.

So, now it's Hajin's turn to take care of his babygirl. It is this thought that, surprisingly, has enough power to make Hajin overcome his... omegan? part and start getting out of the three-day mess on the bed. Evandel doesn't wake up, and Hajin successfully carries her to her room and wraps her in a warm blanket. The sight of Evandel immediately burrowing deeper into the warmth of her own bed is satisfying enough for Hajin to be satisfied and stop worrying about his daughter.

Having taken care of his baby, Hajin begins to take care of himself. He immediately goes to the bathroom, where he puts his pants in a basin of cold water because they have become stiff because of the blood. Right on the crotch. Hajin's level of terror at that moment simply cannot be described in words.

Sitting on the floor under a hot shower, Hajin experiences an identity crisis. He examined himself, because this is what any reasonable person should do if he finds a bloodstain in two palms on his clothes and feels a nagging pain in the groin area.

He now has an extra hole between his legs, which leads, as Hajin suspects, to the female reproductive system. Which shouldn't be in Hajin. Because Hajin is a man.

But now Hajin has… No, he's not able to accept this fact yet, so he just bangs the back of his head against the shower wall a couple of times and continues to wash off his three-day coma.

He can only be glad that this did not happen during the very first heat, which Hajin spent in an embrace with Suho. He doesn't even want to imagine what that could lead to, especially considering how crazy Suho felt back then.

Hajin is in the process of drying his hair with a hair dryer when he first smells mint. Not just some kind of wild, soft mint, as if he had been lying in a field for five hours with this very mint, but precisely that pungent mint that is felt in chewing gums.

But Hajin works as a part-time criminal, and therefore all his tools do not have any smell and are even designed to block it as much as possible. So he can't have mint in his bathroom.

But the smell remains, and even airing does not help to get rid of it. Hajin feels uncomfortable that he can't figure out what the hell is going on. The smell feels wrong, incomplete.

Understanding catches up with Hajin in the bedroom, because all the blankets and sheets seem to be soaked in this damn frosty mint. It was as if the whole room had been saturated with this smell for several days.

It was as if Hajin was permeating the room with his scent. 

Hajin believes that there is nothing surprising in the fact that this thought deprived him of the ability to think and even breathe.

"Daddy?" Hajin turns his head towards Evandel's sleepy voice, which turns out to be higher than Hajin remembered. "Why are you blue, Daddy?"

Hajin's throat is constricted from lack of air, but he can't breathe, even when he opens his mouth in an attempt to say something to calm his baby. His hand clenches into a fist, and Hajin punches himself sharply in the chest. The inhale sounds too loud, and Evandel flinches at the dull sound of a blow.

"I'm… I'm… fine..." Hajin chokes with a muffled cough after these words, but immediately puts a crooked smile on his face. "Just... choked. Strongly."

He won't tell his child that he almost suffocated because he became a full-fledged omega, and not the pseudo version he was before. He's trying to be a good father.

Evandel looks at his father incredulously, but goes over to him, who for some reason is already sitting in a pile of blankets, to get her morning hugs and check Hajin's no longer burning forehead one last time.

Upon hearing permission to order a delivery, Evandel skips off to get her bracelet, and Hajin begins to seriously clean up this... his nest. 

It's his nest because he's an omega. A full-fledged omega with a uterus (probably), a vagina (absolutely) and fucking pheromones. Yes, right now Hajin's main problem is definitely activated pheromones, and not the sudden opening of an extra organ in the body. Because you know, he's a criminal, and he also has a walking radar in the form of an alpha from the top of the world hero rankings. He's not allowed to smell.

But first, of course, you need to put your clothes in the laundry and make sure that Evandel eats her vegetables along with the meat.

And after that heat, Hajin finally got back to normal. If we ignore the fact that for overcoming the hysterical thought of returning to his native world with extra organs in his body without losing consciousness and having a panic attack, they raised his perseverance by as much as three tenths, then everything was absolutely wonderful.

Of course, Hajin felt hormonal rampage during heat, but no one around him noticed that something was wrong with Hajin. The lack of desire to pry into the personal lives of his colleagues was definitely one of the best qualities of the Chameleon Troupe, so even if Hajin was punctual in some small things, it was calmly ignored.

And in three years, Hajin experienced only about nine heat waves, which followed a standard cycle of one to two days every three to four months and were absolutely normal: fever, periodic cramps and abdominal pain, excessive strengthening of instincts related to finding a safe place.

Sexual arousal, of course, also appeared, but only if Evandel was not in the nest with Hajin. 

That hoodie with elbow pockets came in handy, which hadn't smelled as Suho for a long time, but which Hajin unconsciously pulled on every heat because he needed to feel at least some alpha presence in the nest.

And Hajin, of course, could invite absolutely any alpha from the street during his heat, there were even special companies for this, but Hajin simply did not want to do this. For God's sake, he had an alpha cub that needed to be taken care of and who, at the beginning of each period, was eager to take care of Hajin himself.

He had a puppy, and there was also a fairly strong rejection of sexual contact with other people in his head.

Therefore, only the hoodie remains. She stays on Hajin all the time he's in heat, that he doesn't cuddle with his cub, which is actually a lot of time, because Evandel doesn't like lying motionless for a long time while the smell of mint reigns around her nose, and she starts fidgeting, and then she goes to her room together with Hayan.

Every time Hajin waits for the lock on the door to the nursery to click before he takes this ugly thing out from under the pillow. He definitely has some kind of Pavlovian reaction to it, because Hajin only needs the few minutes he spends putting on a hoodie and fixing the socket to feel the unpleasant stickiness of the leaking lubricant between his legs.

This is not the "sea" that fanfiction is so fond of describing, but there is enough lubricant for Hajin to insert two fingers into himself at once without much difficulty. The squelching sounds from the movements confuse him every time, but the embarrassment never lasts long. Hajin fully focuses on satisfying himself by lowering his other hand to his penis and starting to move it with the usual movements, learned to automatism: up and down, tightening his fist at the head and loosening his grip at the base. His fingers (always just his fingers, although Jane tried a couple of times to advise him on toys that Hajin isn't interested in because he wants a real dick during heat) move erratically in his pussy because he still doesn't get them to the most pleasant place (and he really, really tried) and omega actually doesn't really want to think beyond the feeling of fullness, because then he'll feel like it's not enough.

Two fingers turn into three, and Hajin is already breathing noisily and heavily, dirtying his sleeves with leaking lubricant and pre-ejaculate. The orgasm is sluggish, not completely satisfactory, but it is enough for the next hour. Maybe more if Hajin can fall asleep.

Excitement washes over Hajin in waves, but they are never the same strength. One orgasm can only last for five minutes of sanity or for a dozen hours, during which Hajin even manages to force himself to leave the nest to take a shower and cook something for Evandel for dinner.

And then he curls back into the nest around the heated hot water bottle, because his stomach hurts from cramps and emptiness. This pain gets worse with every heat Hajin spends alone, and even the suppressors don't help him, and so Hajin is already thinking about spending his SP on modifying something to avoid all these troubles, but, like every time, decides that it's not the time yet.

Of course, he told Yeonha about everything, and he needed some kind of medical solution to the problem, because surely there must be something, because Hajin couldn't suffer from such pain and such leak suppressors alone?!

(If there is a way to avoid another change in his body with the help of an author's intervention system, Hajin will cling to it and will not let go until he has completely exhausted it)

As it turned out, he could.

But the shooter was very lucky, because Yongha considered it a challenge (and was also satisfied with what side effects the meds might have during the development process). The only problem with the final version was that it had to be taken a few days before the onset of estrus, because it had to be absorbed in a normal body that was not burdened by hormonal failure.

And it wasn't usually a problem, but now? In the midst of this commotion caused by the fight that ended, when not only Hajin could have been poisoned with this strange compound? At the very moment when Hajin's heat wasn't supposed to start for another month, and therefore he didn't have the medicine he had taken in advance, which suddenly became useless? At the very moment when Hajin had gone through almost seven years of regular leaks, soothed by medication for the most severe symptoms (which allowed Hajin to fix several dangerous plot holes even when it was too wet between his legs), but still flowing according to schedule?

Hajin was in danger, and this time it wasn't just from Suho, who was standing at the other end of the hall and looked too pale.

Although, perhaps, it was the same alphas who were in danger, from whom Hajin felt danger.

"Yoo Yeonha!"

Yeonghan's voice was loud, too loud, and there was undisguised panic in it. The panic was so open that about half of the people in the audience turned their heads in his direction, including Yeonha and Hajin.

"Get Hajin out! We have a possible 'Omega' code here!"

Once again: Hajin hated Lilith's djinn. Hajin also hated the 'Omega' code even more than the 'Alpha' code.

Mostly because the 'Omega' code was his fault, not Suho's.

It happened about two weeks after… The Incident. This was Incident 2.0, which was not only the reason for the appearance of the 'Omega' code, but also one of the reasons why attempts to control the interactions of Hajin and Suho were nipped in the bud.

(Because everyone realized that fighting Suho, who was starting to want something, was like fighting an irresistible force without an immovable object. Uselessly. It was especially useless, considering that Hajin was usually the stationary object, and in this situation he became excessively mobile, and this was far from good mobility.)

Hajin was practicing techniques with a practice pistol against one of the students from the middle of the class list when he had an almost irresistible urge to shoot somewhere in the center of the hall. Being the owner of the inhuman value of Luck, Hajin naturally did not resist this desire.

It would have been better if he had resisted, it would not have been so insulting when the bullet bounced off Suho's sword. The same sword that Hajin had to dodge quickly because Suho somehow ended up behind his back, even though he was definitely on the other side of the hall at the beginning of the class. And yes, it was done on purpose, because none of the teachers and instructors were going to ignore the Incident.

And listen, Hajin is not trying to justify himself, but he really did not control his further actions. Because if he had even a little bit of control, he would have dodged the punches until he was under the protection of the instructors.

But instead, Hajin attacked Suho in response. And it wasn't just a bullet warning that Hajin had reacted with before, no, Hajin was aiming clearly at Suho's shoulder, trying to disarm and injure him out of pure anger that flared up in him too abruptly to be something normal.

Hajin shoots and shoots and shoots until he runs out of ammo, and then switches to a dagger made of Stigma's mana. He doesn't remember the moment when they switch from bladed weapons to hand-to-hand combat, he doesn't remember his movements and how he dodged everything that could interfere with him.

Hajin only remembers the overwhelming desire to make Suho fall. At that moment, it didn't matter to him whether Sukho would be alive or die in the process of falling, he needed Sukho to be under him and not move.

"Down." Hajin vaguely remembers knocking Suho to the floor, pinning his neck with his hand before ordering it.

Hajin also remembers Suho resisting, kicking and growling until Hajin hit his head on the floor enough times to smash his head and make him lose consciousness, before he himself was hit with a sleeping pill dart. Hajin remembers this because he couldn't clean the Suho's blood from under his nails even after a week. Hajin remembers this because his Perseverance stat has increased this week.

Hajin remembers this because he fell down the stairs, scared of Suho at the moment when he put his hand on his neck.

Hajin remembers this because Suho did not let him hide physically, isolate himself emotionally, or hide behind the regulations of the Cube's administration regarding their being next to each other. The entire academy watched the strangest cat-mice for the three days that Hajin still managed to somehow avoid talking to Suho.

Because Suho is his invincible protagonist, and Hajin managed to inflict quite a serious injury on him before he was knocked out with tranquilizers, and Hajin absolutely does not want to think about what this might mean for their non-existent relationship.

Therefore, the fact that Suho cornered Hajin in the toilet is ironic enough that Hajin stopped resisting and finally allowed Suho not only to capture himself in a tight embrace, but also to carefully mark the scent on his neck and cry on his shoulder.

And yet it was Hajin who was most happy when Suho was temporarily put back on his old suppressors, because his sudden rut was caused by withdrawal syndrome, and this was, to put it mildly, an unpleasant effect that no one wanted to risk repeating.

And that's why, although the 'Omega' code was created at the same time as the 'Alpha' code, it was never used.

Until tonight.

Tonight, the events of which led to the fact that both emergency student codes were applied at the same time, and this did not predict a rosy and sweet situation. Because Hajin doesn't know how ruts Suho has changed since they haven't... contacted each other more than old acquaintances. 

(And even in the Tower of Desires, when they were alone for two weeks, they did not discuss the incidents that had happened between them, nor the fact that sometimes shirts disappear in the Suho's apartment, exchanging blankets that smell of mint before the old shirts are returned to their place, clean and neatly folded, nor the almost complete avoidance of Hajin's side, when he promised not to ignore his friend. Suho just smelled him a couple of times and refused to sleep without nuzzling into one of Hajin's scent glands, but nothing beyond that happened, because they were objectively not up to it).

But.

But Hajin knows that his estrus has changed enough to be wary of himself and losing control of his instincts, even if Suho's possible reaction to all this is not taken into account in the equation. And Hajin really doesn't know if he's going to decide now to simply and uncomplicatedly kill Suho – or any other alpha who gets to him, in fact – or simply and uncomplicatedly... fuck him. For example, on that very comfortable red sofa in the corner of the hall. Or they can just fuck on the table, it's just high enough.

Hajin gives himself a light slap in the face to drive away all these wrong thoughts in this situation, and hands Yeonha his pistol in a hip holster to prevent an instant murder.

And then he falls right into the window that was broken during the fight, hearing heavy breathing behind him. Hajin doesn't turn around, he just runs as fast and as confusing as possible, thanks to his high parkour skill for this small head start in the urban landscape.

He also thanks himself by throwing open the doors of his safe house and slamming them behind his pursuer. The lock clicks, locking the apartment and activating a soundproof spell on the walls, because this was the apartment Hajin sometimes used after his missions to avoid scaring Evandel. And he didn't want the neighbors, who were definitely civilians, to report the strange noises Hajin was making while he was recovering.

When Hajin turns around, he sees that Suho is standing only ten centimeters away from him and tightly squeezes his hands so as not to attack Hajin right at the door.

Hajin has completely different intentions for Suho's hands, and therefore he takes this last step on his own, pulling Suho to himself with his hand on the back of his head and biting his chin.

Suho freezes, slightly stretching his neck to make it easier for Hajin to bite. His fists only seem to clench harder, but they instantly relax as soon as Hajin touches his wrist with his free hand.

"Follow me." Hajin says this, slipping past Suho's large figure and not letting go of his hand.

Suho quickly follows him, stammering as if he is an obedient puppy who is very eager to please his master. He's silent, and Hajin isn't even sure if he's able to say anything, because Suho looks so immersed in rut. It was as if there was only one shell left of him, driven only by instincts.

Hajin likes the idea that Suho won't be limited by anything, because then Suho won't feel obligated to take the initiative just because he's an alpha.

Because one of Suho's most important secrets, which Hajin knows solely because it was once from his ideas that the Saint of the Sword arose, is that Suho does not like being a leader. It is too much responsibility for someone who has seen what decisions kings can make and what suffering for others follows these decisions.

The perfect match for a Hajin who needs to control the space and people around him in order not to go crazy.

Of course, controlling a beast that doesn't even want to think is not interesting, and Hajin is not fond of rape, so he will have to find a way to restore Suho at least some semblance of the ability to think rationally, but this can be done later.

Now Hajin wants to take the alpha he captured to his nest. Hajin wants to build a new nest around this alpha, so that the alpha can lie comfortably while Hajin sits on his knot and enjoys heat without the fucking pain of emptiness due to the lack of a real, warm and soft dick in him.

Hajin needs this alpha so badly right now that he falls to the floor due to a wave of pain that caused a continuous stream of "wantwantwantwant" in his head.

Suho, still consumed by his instincts, squats down in front of him, gently turns Hajin's chin with his fingertips and smiles in such a way that Hajin can't help himself.

Hajin whines and tries to squeeze into the calloused skin because he needs more Suho, and this desire, which Hajin has ignored for the past seven years, falls on him from the height of his denial and literally crushes him with its weight.

Suho leans forward, pressing his lips against Hajin's. It's a light, innocent kiss, more suitable for schoolchildren than for experienced heroes.

That's not enough for Hajin. It's so little for Hajin that he doesn't know whether to pull Suho closer to deepen the touch, or pull away to get to the bed and get more.

Suho decides this for him, snuggling closer and tighter on his own. There's a strange sound coming from his throat, which relaxes Hajin enough to be able to focus, to stop whining, which he's been doing for the last few minutes, and to pull away a little. 

"Nest, Alpha," the last word comes out spontaneously, uncontrollably, because it sounds so right that Hajin involuntarily groans. "I want a nest."

Instead of a clear answer, Suho kisses him again, licking his lips in mute request and guiding Hajin's hands to his neck, but not to squeeze it, but to hold on to it. 

And Hajin, who has just started to think that he is still in control of the situation, simply because he is clearly more rational than Suho, immediately deflates, opening his lips so that Suho can kiss him the way he wants, and already wrapping his arms around Suho's neck on his own.

Because Suho is Hajin's main character, and Hajin is ready to do literally anything for Suho's happiness.

Hajin doesn't scream when Suho lifts him by the hips, just because he moans at the same moment, amazed by Suho's strength, which, of course, he knew about before, but never felt on himself. The softness of the nest is under Hajin's back much faster than he would like, but it also allowed Suho to run his hands under Hajin's shirt to touch his bare skin.

It's pleasant. It's very, very pleasant, even more pleasant than the touch of the few girls he's slept with in his native world. Hajin can't understand why he decided that he needed to command Suho when he was doing so well on his own.

His shirt falls open, losing almost all the buttons, but Suho runs down to his neck, and Hajin worries about it much more than some piece of cloth.

Suho gently bites the skin above his artery, and Hajin's breathing stops for a second.

And then he moans, but not from pleasure, but from the strength of the cramp in his stomach, which for the first time in four years has not been dulled by medications. Suho pulls away instantly, pulling away from Hajin's weakened arms and growling at the sudden threat, which unfortunately comes from inside Hajin's body.

The scent of juniper grows stronger, completely overpowering the pungent freshness of omega's scent, but Hajin does not like that this increase is not caused by him. He doesn't like it almost as much as feeling a sharp pain in his stomach because Suho still hasn't inserted his fucking dick into him, so it's no surprise that he's starting to get annoyed.

It's amazing how quickly ordinary annoyance turns into rage, which is why Hajin almost killed Suho last time. This insane, animal rage erupts in the form of an incipient growl, and Suho reacts faster than Hajin has time to notice.

Strong hands clung to Hajin's waist, squeezing and pushing him into the bed, while Suho growled into Hajin's neck.

The pressure makes the pain go away, and the growling makes Hajin subconsciously arch his neck, exposing his gland to the alpha's fangs, but he's still angry because they're fully clothed, even though Hajin needed them to fuck yesterday.

Suho presses his hips against Hajin, imitating a push, and Hajin's growl breaks into a plaintive whine as his hips twitch in response. Hajin can't fully push because Suho's grip is too strong, but nothing prevents him from wrapping his legs around the alpha and pushing his heels towards himself in order to rub his cock harder and get more pleasure than Suho wants to give him now.

Suho exhales heavily into Hajin's skin, fidgeting and increasing the friction, but Hajin is still not enough. It's so sticky between his legs after the chase that it's almost disgusting, and his hole is shrinking around the void so much that Hajin can feel it, and it's disgusting too.

But Suho is practically lying on top of him, limiting his actions so that Hajin can only tear the alpha's shirt to get to the source of this pleasant coniferous smell on Suho's neck. The waterproof layer of the patch on the curve of his neck glitters provocatively from the light from the window, and Hajin wants to tear it off with his teeth, because his alpha is in the rut, and this piece of elastic plastic only increases their shared suffering, even if Suho is too passionate about Hajin to notice.

Hajin wants to rip off this piece of plastic because he needs to mark his alpha as soon as possible, he needs to let everyone know that this alpha is busy, that this is his alpha.

Hajin wants someone to slap him in the face. He seems to be going crazy from the sight of the reddened skin opening to his eyes when he nevertheless rips the fucking Band-Aid off Suho's neck (using his fingers, not his teeth, because he is not a beast). He accidentally touches the irritated skin with his fingertips, and Suho, who froze tensely as soon as Hajin began to release his neck, shudders and moans softly. His hands clench even tighter, and Hajin runs his fingers over the sensitive spot again, focusing on Suho so as not to miss his reaction.

He gently presses, which causes the alpha to almost cramp in the thigh area, which, of course, Hajin likes very much, because it brings him another flash of pleasure and more alpha pheromones. Omega literally digs his fingers into Suho's neck, pressing with all his might, trying to cause more reaction.

And he gets it, skipping the moment when Suho pulls away and grabs his wrist to pin his hand to the mattress. Hajin, it seems, for the first time in their entire time in this apartment, looks straight into Suho's eyes.

Suho has crazy eyes: crystal lakes with no visible bottom one moment and black holes with a solid pupil the next. He looks like he's fighting with himself, but all he wants to do is fuck Hajin deeper into the mattress.

"That's enough." Suho exhales this word as if it were difficult for him to even formulate it. "Hajin, that's enough."

Suho breathes with his mouth open, and thanks to this, Hajin can see his long fangs, which probably itch and itch even more than Hajin's shorter fangs.

"Please." Hajin focuses back on the alpha's voice, which looks more desperate and in more pain by the second. "Be a good omega, Hajin."

Hajin's breath catches in his throat from the force of desire, no, the need to be good for Suho, which turns out to be stronger than the need to control the alpha he dragged into his nest. He still wants to turn them over, straddle the alpha's knot, which should slip into him without preparation, so disgusting is the grease between Hajin's legs. But more than that, Hajin wants to roll over on his stomach and expose himself for the alpha so that he can cover him, pin him to the bed, fuck him and leave a mark on the back of his head.

Hajin didn't know that he needed so little to be good.

Hajin didn't know that he could be good.

Hajin really wants to turn over, but Suho doesn't let go, just holds him tighter when Hajin tries to change position.

"You have to be good, Hajin." Suho approaches him, his pupils freeze in an expanded state, so unlike that terrible moment of Hajin's first heat. "You have to let me kiss you."  Suho gently presses his lips to Hajin's cheek, which is completely at odds with the firm grip on Hajin's wrists. "Let me bite you." Teeth tickle the skin after the lips. "Breathe in your scent." Suho rubs Hajin's wrist with his thumb, causing more odor. "Let me caress your body."

After that, Suho descends to Hajin's chest, biting into his nipple with his lips, like a sufferer. He licks and sucks him, and it's so strange that Hajin wants to pull away and curl up, hiding his chest from these strange, albeit pleasant sensations, but Suho doesn't let him move.

And then Suho bites his chest so hard that Hajin's vision goes dark, at the same time making another thrust, as if he is seriously trying to fuck Hajin through the four layers of clothing between them.

It's enough to have his long-awaited orgasm.

And from this, Hajin seems to lose consciousness for a few seconds. His mind is completely empty, there is no irritation or impatience, only lightness and absolute happiness.

He is surrounded by a pleasant smell, pressed against something very warm, lying in his nest, his hair is stroked and he is so comfortable that he allows the purr that he reserves for Evandel to escape unhindered from his lips.

And then he feels a new cramp too sharply, and even a quiet growl from Suho, to whose neck he was pressed, does not make the situation better.

An outburst of irritation due to pain escapes from Hajin in the simplest way: he bites Dryly, miraculously hitting the shoulder and not hitting the gland.

Suho gasps above him and squeezes Hajin's hair to pull the omega away. When Hajin tries to clench his teeth, Suho only tightens his fingers and pulls harder, literally leaving Hajin no choice but to unclench his teeth and follow the hand in his hair.

The bite mark turns purple on Suho's shoulder, which has managed to get rid of his shirt. The grip on his hair loosens enough for Hajin to focus on something else, so he quickly gets rid of his shirt as well, tossing it somewhere at the foot of the bed.

He doesn't use his clothes as nest material, okay? There were only clean blankets, a pillow case with Evandel's scent, and clothes stolen from Suho, which Hajin put on himself instead of stuffing into a structure that he washed with disgust every time he was in heat.

The heat in his stomach grows stronger, and Hajin suddenly feels Suho's aroused penis pressing against him. Hajin's own underwear is so disgustingly sticky, wet, and cool that it feels like he's soaked through, completely ruining his pants with his own lube and cum. 

It's so disgusting that Hajin doesn't think twice before frantically trying to get rid of the excess tissue. 

Suho presses his hands against his thighs, growling in his ear, and only then does Hajin notice that he's sitting right on Suhho's thighs. Or rather, right on his cock, rubbing against it with his... Hajin can't remember what, but that doesn't stop him from wishing there weren't these damn layers of clothes between them, which refuse to disappear from his body no matter how hard he tries. It makes the omega whine in frustration and disappointment.

Hajin can't make the clothes disappear, and if Hajin can't do it, his alpha must be able to do it. So the omega raises his head and whines even more desperately.

"Get out." Hajin tugs at the fabric of his pants for emphasis, because he can't say anything more. "Get out, Alpha."

It takes less than a second between the whine of a request and the crack of tearing fabric, and now Hajin feels cool air around his cock instead of the wet fabric of his pants, which also stops sticking to his... pussy.

That's right, he's so wet after an orgasm because he has a pussy that still doesn't have his alpha's cock. Or even his fingers. Hajin needs something to stop feeling empty.

Hajin moves his hips to get closer to the warmth of the cock beneath him, but all he feels is the fabric of his pants, which feels too rough on his sensitive skin.

Hajin moves his hips to snuggle closer to the warmth of dick beneath him, but he only bumps into the fabric of his pants, which feels too rough on sensitive skin.

Suddenly, he finds himself lying on his back, clutching the blankets of the nest with his hands, while Suho settles comfortably between his spread legs. He removes the pieces of Hajin's pants, simultaneously biting the bone on omega's ankle and licking his knee.

And then he spreads the omega's legs to the limit, resting his hands on his hips so that his thumbs spread the folds of the labia. Hajin feels awkward enough because he's staring at his naked hole without blinking, which is convulsively shrinking and probably glistening with leaking lubricant, and therefore wants to cover himself at least with his hands.

Suho growls at him, without taking his eyes off omega's pussy, as soon as Hajin moves. Hajin honestly tries to growl in response, but it only turns out to whine.

"Hold it." Suho slightly increases the pressure of his hands so that Hajin understands what to hold. "Be good, omega."

It's humiliating how quickly Hajin obeys this command, but he wants to be good so much that he easily ignores both that and his embarrassment at essentially showing himself to an alpha. This could be a problem for Hajin from future.

"You're so beautiful," Suho whispers and runs two fingers over the slippery skin between omega's legs, making him shudder and release even more lubricant, and then shoves them into his mouth, sucking in his cheeks to taste better. "And delicious."

Suho almost groans at that, openly showing his pleasure, and Hajin feels his cheeks turn red.

"Can I eat you?"

It seems that the more Hajin relaxes, the faster Suho regains his sanity. It's like Suho gets lost in his instincts just because Hajin doesn't feel safe.

"You can fuck me." Hajin whines, and his eyes water with desire and despair. "Right now."

Suho purrs reassuringly, wrapping his free hand around Hajin's penis, which is already slippery with pre-ejaculate and remnants of sperm, immersing the excited flesh in warmth. Hajin instinctively shudders and moans softly at the first sharp movement.

Suho makes a soothing sound again before going down and licking the lube right off Hajin's crotch, running his tongue between the folds of skin.

Hajin wants to distance himself from these sensations because they are strange, and at the same time snuggle closer to their source, because it feels good and drowns out the aching pain in his stomach.

Suho moves his hand at the same pace as his tongue moves, collecting the lubricant, which seems to be too much even for Hajin's heat. He makes some kind of strange movement with his tongue, which makes Hajin break down, releasing his legs to press Suho's head to him with his hands even closer than Suho already was. This makes the alpha tighten his grip on Hajin's cock and stick his tongue back into the place from which pleasure shoots through Hajin, forcing him to arch, squirm and only squeeze his hips tighter around Suho.

Suho presses his free hand on Hajin's stomach, and this action gives Hajin unexpected pleasure. This time, the touch not only relieves the pain, but also makes Hajin feel his muscles shift with each convulsive sigh, even if it is unnoticeable due to a small fold of the skin due to the lowered uterus. The pressure only comes from the outside, but for some reason Hajin has a feeling that something is pressing from the inside.

Something like Suho's dick, who just has to get to all the right places and be just perfect when he finally gets to Hajin.

That is, when Suho stops acting like a spoiled asshole who only does what he wants instead of listening to what Hajin wants. This thought makes Hajin pull Suho's hair so that he can feel at least some of the pain Hajin is feeling because of his slowness.

Suho moans and presses into Hajin harder, finally stopping just licking his wet skin and starting to push his damn tongue inside Hajin. This is certainly not enough, but it is more than it was before. And it seems that even the Hajin's internal omega agrees to just lie down and feel pleasure from the actions of his alpha, whatever they may be.

And yet, this insufficiency angers Hajin so much that he breaks down and turns them over with an angry growl, holding Suho's head tightly between his thighs and twitching his whole body. In battle, something like this can break an opponent's neck, but right now it only allows Hajin to be on top of Suho, resting his hands on the mattress and pulling back enough to sit not on the alpha's head, but on his chest.

Suho tries to pull him closer to taste the lube on his tongue again, but Hajin growls at him and refuses to move.

And, listen, it wasn't just some kind of omegan growl, which sounds more like a disgruntled cat grumble, or even the angry hissing that omegas often used in public to express their displeasure.

It was a guttural, primal sound that made Hajin's chest shake and Suho's neck arch instinctively, because such a clear sound from omega is tantamount to a warning before an early and painful death.

It should have sounded like Suho threatening Hajin's cubs. Because that's how it was.

Hajin really wanted this alpha's sperm to be inside him and give him children. The consequences of this desire will be dealt with by a sober Hajin who will have no foreign drugs in his body.

So, yes, Suho is threatening his future children with his slowness, and Hajin is just furious. 

The sight of the neck bent to please omega, and the alpha's eyes, in which the pupil constantly shrinks until it completely disappears, then expands to the entire iris, makes Hajin feel a pulsation in the uterus. His empty hole contracts as new lube flows out of it, and Hajin feels like he can cum just from watching a drop of sweat trickle from Suho's chin into the deep hollow of his neck. The same hollow where the lubricant from the Hajin drains from the alpha's chest.

The sight of this makes Hajin have mixed feelings, but it only makes him want to fuck Suho harder.

Shifting from alpha's chest to his hips for convenience, omega bends down to engage Suho in a dirty kiss, which involves more licking and teeth than touching lips, because Hajin is very hungry for Suho, and his alpha is exactly the same. Alpha had been between his legs just recently, and that's why he tastes a little sweet, but that's not what Hajin is worried about at the moment.

Hajin is much more concerned about the burning need to bite into Suho with his teeth and squeeze them so hard that their mark remains not only on Suho's body, but also on his soul.

They can't bite each other's necks, because then Hajin will definitely kill someone, but they can bite each other in other places, so it's logical that Hajin decides to bite Suho's lip, right?

The bite on Hajin's chin, which leaves not only an imprint of Hajin's teeth, but full-fledged blood, also seems logical, because now this is his alpha, with whom he can do whatever he wants.

This thought distracts Hajin, forcing him to pull away, which causes Suho to let out a long whine, which Hajin interrupts with another bite to the chin, this time without damaging the skin.

This is his alpha. Of course it's his alpha. He caught it, brought it to his nest, and let it touch him. Hajin is a hunter, and he wants to take his prey, so he needs his alpha to be naked, which means that Suho's pants, already hopelessly ruined by Hajin's lube, should have disappeared yesterday.

There wasn't a drop of pity in Hajin's movements when he tore the fabric under him to finally expose Suho's cock. It was terrible pants, and Hajin can buy his alpha something much better quality.

Suho exhales shakily, but Hajin doesn't pay attention to it, enthusiastically examining his crotch. 

The last time Hajin saw Suho's erection, the omega was trying to get rid of it as quickly as possible and not really trying to take a closer look at it. Now he doesn't hide his curiosity, openly staring at the aroused flesh.

Suho's penis is big enough, but not gigantic (Hajin had several friends (who was girls) whom he did not hesitate to ask, because deep down in his soul Hajin never stopped being a meticulous nerd, as evidenced by the insane amount of details in the elaboration of the world of his novel). It was exactly the ideal shape that Hajin imagined every heat, based on the vague sensations from that awkward hand job. The skin at the base is wrinkled because the alpha knot has not yet inflated, and it looks contradictorily soft against the background of the redness of tense flesh.

Omega does not notice how his hand reaches out to grasp the boner in front of him, but Hajin makes a tentative movement along the trunk quite consciously.

The scent of musk almost overpowers the mint and juniper, but it allows Hajin to finally notice that the alpha's penis is too shiny and sticky for it to be just Hajin's ejaculate and lubricant, which was too little.

"...Did you cum in your pants?" Hajin looks up at Suho with an incredulous look. In response, the alpha just blushes and looks away from the omega, which he doesn't like at all. "Look at me, Suho."

Suho doesn't immediately overcome his embarrassment enough to look at Hajin again, so Hajin reaches out to pat Suho's cheek reassuringly, which really helps alpha calm down and look Hajin straight in the eye.

He looks so soft and pleading that Hajin just can't help himself:

"What are you, fifteen?"

In response, Suho begins to growl, but this growl is drowned in a whine when Hajin abruptly runs his hand over Suho's penis before squeezing it around the future knot. He does this a few more times, gradually softening and focusing more and more on making his alpha's face writhe solely with pleasure.

It's... incredibly pleasant. There was something about watching the agony of pleasure on Suho's face that turned Hajin on incredibly. The way Suho bit his lip, the way his hands clenched on Hajin's hips, probably leaving bruises from the force of his grip. The way a micro-spasm went through the swordsman's entire body every time Hajin touched a sensitive spot under the head or unexpectedly rotated his wrist, how loud his gasp sounded in the silence when Hajin decided to run his thumb over his nipple with his free hand. The way the alpha tried to jerk his hips to meet the movements of one hand while avoiding the other, and the way he tilted his head back to stifle his moans...

All of this made Hajin feel such boundless power over this strong man that his entire skin was covered with goosebumps. It seemed to Hajin that just touching his skin or even nothing at all was enough for him to get another orgasm.

Hajin's brain sometimes works in a strange way, because he only needs to see or hear something once to remember it for many years to come. If, of course, he is extremely interested in it. And during that terrible and incomprehensible first heat, Hajin was extremely interested in making Suho cum as soon as possible, so he accurately memorized every reaction of the alpha, who was on the verge of orgasm.

And when the same reactions occur now, Hajin uses this to leave Suho's chest alone and squeeze the alpha's bloody chin with his free hand. He needed Suho to look directly at him. He needed to see Suho's face.

He wants to see how Suho will cry.

"Hey, pretty boy, look at me."  Hajin tightens his fingers, pressing on the wounds from his teeth. "Come on, be a good alpha." When Suho opens his eyes, Hajin just smiles contentedly. "That's it, well done."

And then Hajin's smile turns into a sharp grin as he changes the position of his hand.

"Now. Scream."

Thanks to the magic of Stigma, it was very easy to make the hand icy for only one second, during which Hajin squeezed the base of the Suho's cock in the wrong way, which would not have led the alpha to orgasm in any way, only by removing it.

Hajin mentioned that he didn't want Suho to cry out of pleasure, right?

Hajin manages to notice the reflection of a blue flash in Suho's eyes before he breaks free from his grip and howls loudly in frustration. Omega only tightens his grip on the half-inflated knot.

"You should have cum inside me, alpha."  Hajin hisses this, and rage drips from his fangs like poison. "Your sperm belongs to me."

Hajin pulls one of Suho's hands off his thigh and presses it against his stomach.

"It's mine to fill me up. Mine to keep me warm."

Suho looks at him again, looking wilder and hungrier with every word Hajin leans over to say:

"It's mine to carry your children."

It was an open provocation, so Hajin is not surprised that the next second he finds himself pressed face down against a pillow.

But he's surprised by the relief that feels because Suhot puts his fingers in his hole. He has already managed to get used to the aching pain in his stomach, and its sharp decrease is pleasant.

Suho's movements are by no means gentle, they are abrupt and intermittent, because Hajin has angered the alpha enough. There are two fingers in him, and each of their movements is accompanied by a slight burning sensation from stretching. Hajin is silent, even though he wants to moan, just because he is used to being silent, expressing his emotions only with a firm grip on the sheet.

But Suho was clearly not used to silence. The alpha squeezes his fingers, spread out on the back of Hajin's head, and pulls the omega's hair, not allowing her to hide in the pillow anymore.

"Scream." Suho says it, simultaneously changing the direction of his thrusts and adding a third finger.

And Hajin really doesn't know what was the reason for his howling: an order or the fact that Suho managed to get into the very place that Hajin's legs should tremble from touching, maybe it was both equally. But Hajin screams and tears the cloth under his hands from how well he feels.

And at the same moment, all touch disappears. Hajin falls onto the mattress, losing the support of strong arms. His own legs are falling apart under his weight, and his hands are convulsed.

Hajin feels empty and abandoned. It's illogical, crazy, and literally out of line with reality, but it's enough to make omega's eyes water with resentment.

The alpha suddenly appears above him, licking the scent gland on the back of his head in search of more pheromones. The omega's thighs, which the alpha lifts for his own convenience, feel the hot flesh.

Hajin whines, and the hands tighten on his hips. Hajin whines and Suho growls in response, blindly pushing forward and missing the target. The alpha needs about three more thrusts to get his cock into Hajin's hole. Omega only notices how the head goes inside it.

And then comes a blissful emptiness. It doesn't look like post-orgasmic bliss, but it's no less enjoyable. Hajin seems to be filled to the brim, he is warm and comfortable, and the alpha covers him with his body, making the omega feel safe.

And, in fact, the latter hit Hajin the hardest. He has spent the last few years in a constant state of heightened paranoia. His sleep is similar to that of a newborn: Hajin cannot sleep for more than two hours without waking up from shortness of breath due to another adrenaline rush.

Therefore, the sudden, unconditional security that Hajin's mind plunges into really hits so hard that Hajin even loses consciousness for a few seconds.

When Hajin comes to his senses, all he feels around him is insane suffering. It smells like omega is not lying on a soft mattress in expensive sheets, but is forced to bury his face in the blood-soaked and rotting parquet in some ruins on the outskirts of Pandemonium or even a more disgusting place.

This is compounded by the fact that the pain in his stomach has returned, and the safety that Hajin has already managed to get used to in those few moments of being in it has disappeared along with the touch of his alpha. An alpha who whined and called for him, begging him to wake up. 

Hajin opens his eyes and sees Suho looming over him. Suho, who has tears all over his face and whose throat is shaking from loud plaintive whimpers.

"Hajin." Suho literally breathes out his name in relief when he notices the open eye. "Are you okay?"

And... and that's not the despair Hajin wanted Suho to cry from. Yes, that's right. That is why Hajin is ready to offer such rare consolation from him, and not because he feels pain in his chest from the fact that he caused Suho's tears. Even if something is disgusting-the animal in his head is screaming with joy, Hajin does not want his beloved and affectionate protagonist to shed his precious tears because of him.

At this moment, his bracelet vibrates slightly and displays a hologram visible only to him.:

[Lilith's pollen – Stored: 15%.]

[Poisoning level reduced.]

Well, that explains why it became easier for him to think about the fact that he didn't want to see tears on Suho's face, but unfortunately, the withdrawal of the aphrodisiac from the body is probably also due to the fact that Suho made Hajin cum several times, while he got relief at most once, which Hajin actually not really sure.

The fastest way to get aphrodisiacs from the body is to get wet. Sex is good for the selection of sweat, and in all Hajin's shelters is always warmer than usual in Korea, because Hajin mernet always and everywhere. It is good at least for Suho, which is felt burning stove even three steps from the lava lake.

Hajin looks at Suho carefully, noticing the overly dilated pupils and trembling in the swordsman's hands, before allowing himself to smile – to smile, not to grin or twist his face into some other grimace.

"I'm fine, Suho." Hajin puts his palm against Suho's cheek to gently wipe away his tears with his thumb. "You were a very good alpha."

The hope in Suho's eyes looked amazing. More delightful than the despair that was there a second ago. Hajin really couldn't understand what he was thinking when he brought Suho to tears, if the alpha's joy was more beautiful than anything in the world.

"You were so good."  Hajin whispers this, turning completely onto his back and cupping Suho's face with both hands. "So sweet and kind, even when I was being so unfair to you."

In response, Suho whines faintly and twitches his whole body, interrupting the spontaneous movement, which Hajin arches towards, silently encouraging Suho.

"You deserve a reward, Suho." Hajin is still whispering it, unconsciously amplifying the words with pheromones. "Come on."

Suho looks Hajin straight in the eyes, as if spellbound. It would even be more accurate to say that Suho looked like a predator in ambush, but this did not frighten Hajin at all, who did not stop smiling for a second, egging on the alpha.

"Take me, Kim Suho."

Hajin does not notice the next movement until it is filled with dick until it is up. Suho pulls away and thrusts again, quickly, confidently, but not a bit roughly, even when the tip of his penis rests against something inside Hajin. He's still hovering over Hajin, his hands trembling against the mattress next to Hajin, but he doesn't make the slightest movement to ease his position, eagerly watching the reactions on Hajin's face.

And even though now that Hajin is not so heavily poisoned and is not completely subordinated to his instinctive part, he no longer feels such obvious pleasure as before, he can still pull Suho closer to him to kiss and express how good he feels.

He's a writer, the creator of the whole world, but he's only good with words when he writes them on paper. He dislikes talking to people so much that he created a separate skill for his voice, but used it only to deceive, unable to express his real emotions.

Therefore, Hajin acts, pulling Suho closer and closer, sharing the same air with him and quietly whispering words of encouragement. His mint scent softens imperceptibly for omega, but noticeably for Suho, whose mind seems to float in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by the so pleasant smell of omega, whom he has been hunting for many years. 

Suho moves, and Hajin feels every tremor in his smooth style, every restrained impulse that Suho hesitates to carry out. Hajin doesn't like this restraint, and he's never liked it before, but Suho slowly increases the pace of his movements, continuing to beat against something inside Hajin, and it's a little unpleasant, but Hajin is more focused on breathing, which is difficult due to Suho's constant need for kisses, and on how the knot on Suho's penis swelled more and more with each plunge into Hajin, stretching the entrance to his vagina, preparing the omega's body for a long coupling with the alpha.

The bracelet vibrates once more, but Hajin doesn't pay attention to it. He's afraid to get distracted and forget that he feels good. Now Hajin is sure that he is ready to forget about everything in the world, just to stay in Suho's arms.

But unfortunately, omega wants to cum like crazy. And he'd be damned if he wouldn't. This desire has been itching in his head since the chase, and it is even stronger than the need to bite Suho's neck, which Hajin ignores with the same ease with which he does not think about his prolonged depressive state, which definitely did not go away after the murder of Chae Jinyoon and probably only became stronger.

Suho makes a particularly successful push, which makes Hajin's head involuntarily tilt back, and all thoughts disappear from his head. Hajin's bare neck is attacked by kissing, biting and licking, but not approaching the scent gland, and the omega purrs, pleased with the alpha's behavior. The alpha's answering rumble is muffled, but distinct enough for Hajin to hear the satisfaction in the hoarse sound.

The coupling is not as noticeable as it was described in those trashy novels that Hajin studied out of boredom back in his world. Hajin doesn't even notice that this is happening until Suho falls on top of him, pressing Hajin's hips even closer to himself with his hands. The knot on his cock is stuck, and Hajin feels a little queasy due to Suho's cum stretching his stomach due to the lack of an opportunity to leave.

And even if Hajin himself never finished, it's not so bad. He's still horny, and it's hard to deny it, but Hajin can ignore it.

"Oh, my God…"

Hajin jerks at the sound of Suho's discouraged voice, which only presses into omega harder and pushes his hand between their bellies to grasp Hajin's cock to bring him to a long-awaited orgasm.

After that, they lie in silence for a few minutes. Maybe an hour. Maybe more. Hajin has never slept with alphas, and therefore has no idea how long it will take before the knot will deflate dryly and they will be able to leave their uncomfortable position.

"Are we going to discuss this?" Hajin tenses up under Suho again, to which Suho responds by propping himself up on his arms and looking expressively at omega. "We have to discuss this."

Hajin turns away as best he can because he can't look Suho straight in the eye and say no.

"Hajin." And yet he has always been weak towards his favorite character, so he looks into his serious eyes again.

"Suho." Hajin arches his eyebrows, and Suho sighs heavily and goes limp a little.

"I'm worried, Hajin." This time Suho looks away himself. "And I'm not just talking about the fact that we were both poisoned and literally forced to sleep together, but also because you're that silent asshole who'd rather die than admit that he needs help."

Hajin wants to strangle this cute holy manipulator a little bit, because he can't ignore this phrase without confirming that he's doing it consciously, and he's never been good at lying Suho.

In fact, he saw only one way to avoid this important conversation, which he had never wanted to participate in. And, unfortunately, this is also an important conversation.

But Hajin still grabs the nearest pillow to hit Suho on the head with it.

"I'd rather you pray for your own infertility, Kim Suho."

The way Suho lowered his head, fixing his gaze on Hajin's chest, makes omega hit him on the head with a pillow once more.

And then he realizes with horror that his cock is still hard. Because Suho was still poisoned much more than Hajin.

God, how Hajin wanted this to end.

And yet, when Suho tries to push, while his knot still won't allow him to move, Hajin doesn't even think about ending up anywhere but in the same bed with Suho.

Because it's safe and makes Hajin stop thinking.

He would like not to succumb to this sweet call, but he just hugs Suho by the neck and moves towards him.

Because he has never been able to refuse his main character and is not going to do it now.