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Getou Suguru was patiently waiting for a call.
Nanami Kento's rut was due to start soon.
Why did he know that?
Of course, because he knows everything about his cute little junior.
With a bit of scheming on his end, Suguru had succeeded in convincing the blond sorcerer to fall into his arms.
Not as a lover, of course; at least, not yet...
It was not too difficult of a task as the world was already rotten with all those disgusting monkeys, but Suguru had pulled strings to lead Nanami into a seemingly normal company with high pay, with the most rotten core of disgusting activities.
With just the right push Nanami had crossed a line he could no longer come back from.
Sitting on a lone chair of his destroyed office smoking what was meant to be the last cigarette, Kento looked beautiful even spattered in the blood of monkeys.
His dead eyes were staring at the letter opener he'd used just moments ago in his other hand.
Getou had grabbed that hand that day and Kento had simply followed ever since.
In regards to his attraction to a fellow alpha, even Suguru himself never quite understood.
Biologically he should be repulsed by the smell of another alpha. Not to say that alphas couldn't stand in close proximity with each other, but they certainly didn't want to get up close and personal to take a good whiff of another alpha's pheromones' to figure out every little scent that combined to make the enigma of an aroma that was Nanami Kento.
He quickly recognized Nanami was an alpha while at the same time realizing he quite like the subtle scent of coffee coming from the blond.
It was a curious thing.
He had never been one to care too much about smell and attraction as he simply tolerated other alpha's and been satisfied with omega's, but to like someone's scent at the first whiff was a first.
It had irked him when he'd realized he wasn't the only one as, Gojo Satoru took liberties to get too close to the junior sorcerer and on one too many occasions rudely stick his nose where it shouldn't be. He would always chalk it up to being a joke, but Getou knew better.
Back then, he'd been jealous of his outgoing nature to be so bold, but unlike Satoru who had never figured out why he acted the way he did, Suguru knew what he wanted, and he knew how to go about attaining it.
He knew how to approach someone like Nanami, how to be better senior whom Nanami was safe to be around.
Those moments were nice, a calm soothing time with easy conversation. Even the sharp tones of Nanami's pheromone when he was irritated as he complained about a certain albino was...delicious.
He'd thought he had all the time in the world at that time.
Circumstances had drastically changed, but Suguru's desires hadn't.
If anything, perhaps they had become more warped.
Suguru could admit he was not a good man, but with Nanami so close now, and having him all to himself, it was harder to control his darker urges.
If only his supposed best friend could see them now...but no, not until Nanami very being was marked as his.
That was what this day was about; this day brought to fruition by an unseeming ally.
A fellow cursed user omega who had been in his entourage.
He couldn't quite remember their name, but he recognized their face with how persistent they were to get his attention.
It was nothing new to be pursued, but that omega had been quite the thorn on his side. So much so that he'd contemplated on killing them off, but thought better of it as there was a short supply of cursed users.
That was why when he'd been tricked into entering a room where said omega was on the precipice of their heat, Suguru had simply thrown a cursed tool meant to be used by omega's in heat, while blocking his nose in disgust at the display.
Getou had forgotten it's whereabouts until he saw it's purpose the day everything had changed for Nanami.
That day too, Getou stared at the calendar on his desk while calculating Nanami's rut cycle.
It should have ended by now...and by now, Nanami would have informed him of his state by text as Getou had emphasized how important it was for him as the leader of his organization to know, and that it was nothing to be embarrassed about as all the cursed users under him were meant to do so regardless if they were alpha or omega, as their assigned missions would be decided accordingly.
(A complete lie really, but Nanami didn't need to know that.)
Suguru had inwardly smiled as Nanami fidgeted in irritation at the demand, to silently agree a few long seconds later.
Getou already knew Nanami's schedule by heart, but the satisfaction of how well he listened with every text of his future absence to being 'back to normal' a few days later, it stroked his ever growing ego.
And Nanami listened very well.
He'd never missed a day since.
That day however, 7 hours later and Nanami still hadn't texted him.
Knowing something was wrong Suguru immediately cancelled everything set in his busy schedule to go straight to Kento's abode.
What he'd witnessed that day was forever imprinted in his mind.
Nanami Kento, an alpha, being taken thoroughly taken in every way by what seemed to be a grotesque form of tentacles of some kind.
An amass of emotions overtook him in a second, arousal being one of the largest, but in the end his jealousy had won.
Quickly sealing the cursed tool and vowing to destroy it, Getou caught Nanami's naked twitching form.
He warred with his instincts and desires to not lay a hand on him.
Suguru knew he would be rewarded for his patience one day, and if Nanami didn't give it to him, well then, at that point he would just have to take.
As it was, an alpha's rut only lasted for 2-3 days at most, while an omega's heat lasted from 5-7.
That meant that this thing had it's way with Nanami past his rut into his lucid very much more aware state for the past hours...
It was maddening.
Rightfully so, in waking up to the sight of Getou sitting next to his sleeping form on a clean tatami bed, Nanami had gotten angry at him and did his best to both display that and move away in his weakened state.
In his junior's outburst, Suguru gauged what had happened.
Apparently, a fellow alpha curse user had given Nanami the cursed tool saying he could use it the next time he didn't have a partner for his rut, adding on that it was from Getou himself so it could be trusted.
Nanami didn't like how annoying the alpha had been in trying to rope him into conversation about ruts and such, and it had ended with him being tossed the cursed tool.
He'd had no intention of using it and was going to return it to Getou, but so close to his own rut and having lost a bit of his reason in his state with a touch of curiosity, Nanami had touched the cursed thing...
Usually he'd used the appropriate services to find someone to help him through his rut, but 'coincidently' he had been unable to get anyone.
He, of course, didn't go into detail about what happened in the aftermath, but Getou could only imagine, how harrowing the experience had been...such a sacred time as a rut, to go completely against the body's instincts and be, thoroughly taken apart like an omega....something so traumatizing and...intimate; it most definitely changed something deep within the blonde cursed user.
Getou knew it was that omega's doing.
His accomplice, an alpha he probably frequented whenever Getou had rejected him. (Something he himself would look into with a fine tooth comb...)
It was no secret Nanami Kento held a special place at Getou's side; he'd purposefully announced it as such in barely hidden innuendos, against the blonde's wishes.
This tool, only meant to react to an omega had somehow been made to be triggered by Nanami as well.
Getou has his suspicions and he'd summarized as much to the shaken alpha.
Slowly approaching his frightened form, Getou reached out a hand to slowly pat the blonde until he calmed down.
"I'm sorry Nanami..."
Back to present day, ruminating over that day's events, when asked why he even had such an item on hand, Suguru had said that it was to deal with such omegas and Nanami had quietly accepted that answer.
In reality though, he too had only grabbed it the first time he'd found out what it was for, with images of Nanami using it floating around in his head.
He had been contemplating how to make use of it in such a fashion, but he'd been beaten to it.
And somehow, everything worked out swimmingly well.
He was branded as the good guy in this situation and although he'd had to take the lives of two cursed users and destroy a cursed tool, it was all worth it.
Getou Suguru had felt it that day as he patted Kento's head, he'd frozen and tried to hide it, but Suguru had clearly heard the slightest moan.
It was only a matter of time before Nanami Kento had to accept the new tune of his body's desire.
Just a few days ago, Nanami had offhandedly asked what he'd done with the the cursed tool.
There was relief in the alpha's eyes when he'd told him it had been destroyed, but Getou saw the millisecond of disappoint flash by.
He hadn't approached him yet, but perhaps his rut would make him more truthful...
brrrr, brrrr
And voila, at that thought, his phone vibrated to life.
An ear-splitting grin took over his face.
"Getou Suguru speaking."
"Ah, yes, Nanami, how can I help you?"
"...Tell me Nanami, what do you need?"