𝙃𝙔𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄𝘼.

sehun im. omega wolf.

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

“Why?” he asks, voice gravelly, pitched low, betraying the desire thrumming through his veins. Each intake of air sits heavy in his lungs—unable to expel the scent of the Omega before him. Unwilling. He doesn’t want to. Sehun surrounds him, whispering against his skin like an invisible caress and Kayn really wants to coat himself in the aroma. Never wanted anything more. “Why didn’t you fuck with them?” He has to know, it could affect the outcome of whatever the fuck this is. Might change things between them to irreparable levels. If Sehun doesn’t fuck with Alpha’s, why’s he bothering with Kayn? His hands clutch at the others elbows as he’s backed toward the bed without a single utterance of protest. It’s not like he doesn’t want this too. He does. His body reveals as much while his lower abdomen is exposed to the chill of the room. The air is so hot and thick right between their bodies, Kayn didn’t even notice the slight nip to the breeze, filtering in through the open window until his stomach is bared. Shivering just a touch, he unconsciously begins rubbing the length of Sehun’s impressive biceps, hanging on every word that leaves his mouth. A mouth he wants—no, needs—to kiss. To claim. Lips, he longs to bruise with his own. Swallowing hard, he inches nearer to the Omega, closing the distance between them as his tongue darts out to wet his lips. He’s practically inhaling the air that leaves Sehun’s throat as their lips finally touch. The contact drags a sharp gasp from his chest, followed by an elongated moan—deep, rich and filled with want. Sehun tastes better than he could ever have imagined as his tongue languidly laves the crease of the other’s mouth, begging for entrance while both hands scramble to shuck that towel from the Omega’s slender waist.

      Sehun lets out a noise, something between a whine and a groan.  “You want to talk about other alphas right now?”  Drags Kayn’s shirt higher, touches the warm, hot and hard skin beneath his palm and spreads his fingers wide.  Groans at the way his body reacts --- wet and wanting, keening so fucking hard he feels it in his teeth.  Eyes darting up to Kayn’s, Sehun licks his lips and presses closer.  Feels heady in the way he can just push Kayn back to the bed.  “Just want you.  Isn’t that enough?”  Knees hit the mattress just as Kayn touches him and Sehun------  Sehun’s more wired than he thought, because his lips feel so full, untouched, and red red red that they ache and when Kayn finally --- fucking finally --- inches forward with a kiss, Sehun’s mostly there himself, ready to catch.  Drags his tongue against the plushness, revels in the soft give, flexes his hands against the hard press of Kayn’s abs and crowds him down with an impatient shove.  Sehun’s quick.  As soon as Kayn’s on his back, Sehun’s got his thighs around his, bracketing him against the comforter as he chases Kayn’s with his mouth.  The towel’s loose, barely even on, and Sehun shucks Kayn’s shirt up to his armpits.  “Get this off,” he demands, nipping with his teeth.  Sehun drags his hips across the Kayn’s thigh and hisses at the friction of Kayn’s pants against his cock.  Wants to grind against something else.  Gasping, he leans away to nose down Kayn’s neck, fingers trembling when he drops his hands and thumbs at a waistband.

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

A breath of laughter puffs from his lips as Kayn echoes Sehun’s words, utterly bewildered. An exchange. His ass for Sehun’s. It would be funny under other circumstances, but Kayn’s struggling to find any amusement in their situation. It’s hard to feel anything other than the ravenous hunger, damn near eating him alive. Voracious, insatiable but dangerous. Deadly, even. To sate this would be risking far more than his reputation. His heart is on the line here, and he has a feeling Sehun knows it too. “I always thought you… bottomed. For them.” Other Alpha’s, remains unspoken, but the notion tore a growl from his throat, the ferocity of which, surprises even Kayn. He’d rip them to shreds if they dared lay a finger on Sehun. Especially when he’s like his. His body so warm, mere inches away, so inviting. He swallows audibly when the questions come, emitting a whine after because Sehun knows damn well he wants that. Wants to make Sehun feel amazing. Wants Sehun to come back for more. Doesn’t want him to go looking anywhere else ever again, but that reeks of commitment. Something the Omega isn’t willing to give. “I-if—” he stutters, the fingers against his stomach causing the muscles beneath to flutter. Hard. Clenching in anticipation. “I’ve never…” Shaking his head slowly, Kayn slides a clammy palm over Sehun’s on his stomach. “Not for anyone…”

       “Them?  You mean an alpha?”  Sehun curls his fingers against Kayn’s shirt and he shakes his head, “Wasn’t lying.  When I said I don’t fuck with alphas, I meant it.  But you------”  What the fuck’s he supposed to say?  This infuriating, maddening dumbass of a man who’s driven Sehun up a wall the past couple of weeks?  A guy who hurt him so fucking bad months ago over something ridiculous?  Just the kind of thing Sehun hates.  Just the kind of thing he’s said he’s never wanted.  And now ... “I’m trusting you.  With a lot,” Sehun says steadily, but he keeps his eyes soft.  Calm.  Clear.  “You can trust me.”  Hand fisted tight against Kayn’s belly, he takes a step forward.  Pushes Kayn towards the bed slowly.  “If you don’t want-------I get it.  I do.  Won’t even blame you.  But,” he breathes in, scent everywhere that makes him want to beg, scream, and squeal, and says, “I want you like that.  I really want you like that.”  His eyes drop down to his fingers, where he’s twisting at Kayn’s shirt and dragging it up.  A smooth, flat spans of bronze skin open to the eyes and Sehun licks his lips.  Wants.  “-------Would you let me?  Would you let me help you feel good?”  He lifts his eyes,  “Would you trust me like that?  Me, being me.  You, being you?  Don’t even have to fuck, just---”  Insistent, Sehun growls, “touch me, damn it.”

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

A sharp inhale sees him regretting all of his life choices when Sehun presses nearer, and all he can smell is the Omega. So sweet and enticing, almost like it’s beckoning him home. And he wants to go, God knows he does, but he can’t, because those words, they have him pulling up short. Sehun doesn’t want him, want him. He needs him, for his heat. Using Kayn as a suppressant of sorts, to tide him over until their return to Lycan Bane. Normally, where Kayn would jump at the chance of a one-night-stand, that’s not what he wants with the Omega. He can’t fuck him, then return home like nothing has changed. He came to Japan to escape his feelings, can’t very well do that with the memory of his dick in that ass resurfacing every two minutes. Or wait… “What?” He so damn flabbergasted, his voice leaves his throat in a high-pitched rush. Sehun wants to fuck him? That’s not how this works. “You want to fuck me? As in… you… in my ass? Sehun, what the fuck?” Staring at the other, Kayn’s eyebrows knit, confusion clouding his gaze. “Does that even work? I mean… does it even help, with your heat?“

       Sehun shifts back.  “Quid pro quo ... or whatever.”  He shrugs.  This time when he steps forward, it’s purposeful.  Gets right up in Kayn space and---  fuck, does he feel good this close.  A scent so right, like no other alpha before.  “How the fuck you think I’ve been getting off all these years?”  Sehun knows how to look presentable------weight on a hip, eyes low, hands just an inch from touching.  It feels cheap, he knows.  And he hates that.  But then he glances at Kayn from beneath his lashes, and his body just thrums with want and he, and he  “------I wanna make you feel good.  Don’t you wanna make me feel good?”  Slowly, he presses a hand to Kayn’s stomach, feels the muscles beneath his stomach and lets out a shuddering breath.  “Just once.”  a lie  “I don’t---don’t want to be just some fuck.”  a truth.  When he looks back at Kayn, desire’s a heavy punch to the gut and it’s all Sehun can do to say, “Want you like that.  Want you the other way, too.  Want to feel you just like you’d feel me.”

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

He’s standing there with bated breath, fingers flexing at his sides then curling into fists. Sehun’s almost within arms reach, he could just rip that towel free and admire his mate exactly as he wants to, but that’s not going to happen. And what a terrible thing to think. What the fuck is wrong with him? Kayn’s usually much more in control of both his body and his mind when a rut kicks in, so this is uncharted territory. “Right, keep our heads,” he agrees, nodding, eagerly willing and prepared to do anything that’ll make things easier on Sehun. This can’t be easy for him. He’s in a room with an Alpha he doesn’t want, going into heat, his scent changing, coloured with the slick he can’t even suppress. And man, what a scent that is. Really, it’s heady and dizzying and Kayn wants to—before he can get too lost in that train of thought, Sehun throws a confession at him, completely out of the blue. If he was wide-eyed before, he’s positively gaping now. “What? You want this,” he gesticulates, motioning between their bodies, “with me?” He really does start to consider the option that he’s hit his head somewhere in the hotel room and has since passed on. This is some version of heaven that he’s allowed. It has to be. There is no other explanation for this. Swallowing audibly, he inches a small step closer, giving a faint nod of his head. “Name your terms.”

       “Yeah.”  Sehun can’t give Kayn more than that.  Hopes it’s enough.  His eyes drop before he forces them back up, forgets about the way Kayn’s still got his fucking shirt on while Sehun’s standing there, wet from the shower and wet from biology in a stupid ass hotel towel, and focuses.  The way Kayn gives in so easy makes something in him purr, makes him so damn happy it’s like he’s seeing the stars.  Yes.  Hell yeah, that’s what he wants.  It makes him bolder, makes him meet Kayn’s stare with one of his own when he says, “This isn’t a mating.  No bites.  Not---like that.”  Doesn’t mind teeth, but nowhere near a claiming mark.  “No promises for what happens after here, either.  We’ll deal with that shit when it comes.”  Is this smart?  Sehun shakes the thought away.  Looks at Kayn openly, eyes dark and heavy as he leans forward, “And I want to fuck you.  Me.  In you.  First.  Before---anything else happens.  Those are my terms.”  Lifts his chin, maybe there’s a challenge, maybe there isn’t.  “I’ll be gentle.”  He shouldn’t be smiling in a moment like this, but he is, full lips quirked in the corners, eyes bright.  “What are yours?”

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

Everything is stilted, muted like time has stood still as he stares, heavy-lidded at those lips. Full, cherry red and glistening from Sehun’s shower. He knows the Omega is speaking, can distantly hear him, but he hasn’t a clue what he’s saying, or even if he wants to know. Probably insulting him in some way, shape or form, but he doesn’t care. Not right now. Not when his entire world has narrowed down to just that mouth, moving wordlessly. Kayn’s heart is thunderous in his ears, like a thousand galloping horses and his fingers tremble, yearning to touch all that exposed skin. To taste those lips, that tongue. Hold those hands, squeeze Sehun’s firm body close as their scents intermingle, blending their aromas into one, glorious smell. God, he can almost taste it. It will be beautiful. Then Sehun’s utterance of his name brings him back down to Earth. Kayn, he’d called him Kayn. Blinking away the stupor, he stares at the other wolf for long seconds until his warning registers. “Oh fuck…” His steps falter when he starts toward the Omega before halting himself. They can’t touch. Not right now. Not with how Kayn’s body is responding. “I… my body is reacting to your heat…”

       Kayn moves closer and Sehun stiffens, wary, shoulder pressed against the door to the shower and ready to bolt if Kimura doesn’t listen but----  he does.  Stops.  And Sehun breathes out through his nose.  His body tenses in a way that’s not angry now that Kayn’s closer but they’ve got to---  they’ve got to  “It’s okay.”  Fuck, he can feel it.  Smell it, too, the way Kayn’s getting so fucking charged like this.  How much he wants.  Sehun doesn’t have any experience with Alphas during a heat, but ...  “But we have to keep our heads.”  Firm.  Uncompromising.  A  stop listening to your dick and listen to me tone to match the look in his eyes.  Licking his lips, Sehun says, “This needs to be taken care of.  Otherwise, we’re stuck here for another week.”  Miserable, aching, whining.  Sehun can’t afford a room in this place, what the fuck.  “-------And I want this.  With you.”  Fuck, that’s the shittiest way to admit that.  Here, now.  Aching and wet and wanting.  It’s so fucking dumb.  Hands clenching at his towel, Sehun puffs out his chest.  Challenging when he says, “But------on terms.  Are you---Can you--- Do you”  there, better  “want that?”  His voices drops to a growl, “unless you want to sleep in the fucking tub for a fucking week.”

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

His fingers curl around the bundle in both hands, a weak substitution for the firm body beyond the door as the heady scent of the Omega filters through the cracks. It’s intoxicating, addictive and absolutely mouthwatering. A hunger unlike anything he’s ever felt, claws at his throat, and Kayn want nothing more than to tear down the barrier between them and claim Sehun, leaving little doubt about just who the Omega belongs to. But that’s a very bad idea, and the rational part of his brain still engaging knows this. So, he musters every ounce of strength he has, drops the clothes onto the chair by the bathroom, then moves to continue packing. It’s not like he has much to put away. Most of his stuff didn’t even leave the suitcase, besides what he’s wearing and the toiletries locked behind the bathroom door. In there, with Sehun. Goosebumps prickled his skin, chasing the tingle racing through his body as arousal curls deep in his belly. Clenching his eyes firmly shut, Kayn settles both hands on his hips and inhales deeply in a bid to calm himself. The Alpha inside, eager to break free, he hangs his head, blunt nails biting into the soft fabric of his t-shirt as a deep shudder wracks his frame. It doesn’t matter that Sehun is in the bathroom, scrubbing himself down, Kayn can still smell him. Over the soap and suds, it’s pure Omega—pure Sehun—and God damn it, he wants to sink his teeth into that warm, tan skin. Sift deft fingers through dark, silken locks and bury himself deep in the others warmth. He’s so screwed. When the door finally swings open, Kayn spins on his heel to face the Omega, knowing he shouldn’t. Knowing he really, really shouldn’t. And good God what a sight that greets him. Sehun’s body is beautiful, perfectly sculpted and bronzed like some kind of Greek God, but it’s those eyes that command his attention. And those lips. His own part, moving around unspoken syllables as he fights against the very real urge to stalk across the room and stake his claim.

       The clothes are in his hand.  A shirt, some pants.  Soft between the clench of his fist but Sehun can’t stop staring------can’t move back into the bathroom and get drassed like a normal goddamn person.  Can only stare.  Look.  Want.  Need.  And t’s fucking Kayn Kimura, that infuriating motherfucker he’s been trying to hate for months but all he can think right now is     ---------Sehun feels it.  Feels that heat blossom in his belly and he knows, fuck does he know, and when he breathes out, it’s shaky.  Chest quivering under the weight of Kayn’s stare.  Cotton balls up tighter beneath his knuckles and Sehun breathes in through his nose.  “Kimura, I---”  Fuck, why’s it so hard to say, like it’s not already the most goddamn obvious shit.  Sehun swallows, throat bobbing and stands straighter.  “I’m---I’m going into heat.”  Rational.  He’s got to be fucking rational about this.  “I need you to listen to me.  You’re listening, yeah?”  God, this is so fucking fucked.  What the fuck.  Blinking, he looks at Kayn, a little wild-eyed, a lotta wired, “Kayn?”

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

“It’s not, but thanks for not giving me shit about it.” He’s sincere too with his words. Kayn’s not sure he can handle another battle with Sehun right now. His vacation has been terrible from the very beginning, and it’s barely had a chance to start yet, so he could really do without any further headaches. It’s not his head that’s bothering him right now though, it’s an altogether more southerly region of his body that’s creating concern. Or the blood rushing to that area would be more accurate. God damn it, why now? Sehun will not react well to this, he knows it, but there isn’t a damn thing he can do about it. The second the Omega leaves the room, Kayn moves to his suitcase, pries it open on the bed and plucks free a baggy pair of sweats, loose-fitting t-shirt and a hoodie. Contemplating a pair of boxers for far too long, his mind starts to wander, considering just how naked the Omega is on the other side of the door. Knowing that train of thought will definitely earn him a punch in a very unfun place, Kayn grabs the boxers and jogs over to the bathroom. He knocks on the door a couple of times before calling out. “I have some clothes for you to change into.”

       That’s not a conversation Sehun can handle right now.  What he needs, is to get Kayn packed, get to the airport, and get back home before he sweats out of his skin.  Locked in the bathroom, Sehun drags his nails down the door and exhales, closes his eyes and fights against the instinct.  Shower.  Right.  A nice, cold shower will help.  Twisting the nobs, he shucks out of his clothes and steps beneath the water.   "Just---”  He blinks, water in his eyes and suds on his body.  “Just leave ‘em there.  I’ll grab it in a moment.”  Sehun quickly goes back to washing, scrubbing his skin raw and red.  Five, ten minutes pass before he’s brave enough to shut the water off and step out, towels off a little before he ties it around his waist and goes to unlock the door.  A part of him hopes Kayn’s stepped downstairs to start the check-out process  ( and a shitty, super shitty part of him is hoping he’s there--- ).  When he opens the bathroom door, he’s wanting to just grab the offering and go when he freezes, one hand holding the towel around his waist and the other on a bundled-up fistful of clothes.  Kimura.  Kimura fucking everywhere.  A needy, desperate, and embarrassing as fuck feeling lashes tight at his throat and he can’t even swallow, mouth watering and mind reeling when he glances up  --------eyes so, so dark and lips aching.

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

Relief washes through him so quickly, it’s dizzying. Kayn’s been afraid to ask ever since the revelation dropped. If Isaac is okay, he’s sure the rest of the pack have survived the attack too. They’re skilled fighters, and wouldn’t let hunters—or anyone else for that matter—take them down with ease. A pack Alpha has passed, though, and that’s something to bear in mind. If they’re down, there is every chance other wolves have fallen, possibly some that Kayn knows. A frown caresses his lips as he slots the keycard home, The resulting beep barely even has a chance to ring out before he’s shoving the door wide, finally releasing his hold on Sehun’s hand. It’s a touch he’s not keen to relinquish, but he knows he has to. The Omega will surely start wondering why Kayn’s so clingy—he’s already pondering the question himself. He sifts the hand once held in Sehun’s, through his own hair and spins around to face the other wolf. “I’m sorry, by the way…” The words trail off, his gaze following to the floor as Kayn worries at his lower lip. “For leaving like that.”

       Sehun pauses, looking at Kayn.  “It’s fine,” he says.  It’s not.  They’re messy, webs and webs of shit caught between them that they haven’t yet figured out.  Swallowing, Sehun lifts his chin, “You’ll just------handle it when you get back.”  Because nothing’s changed between them.  Nothing.  Glancing down at Kayn’s hand wrapped around his, Sehun ignores the flare in his belly and pulls away.  He steps past Kayn into the room and immediately wants to retreat ... or roll in the sheets, fuck if he knows.  Kayn’s stuck to the walls, the air, the bedspread, and the chair.  An overwhelming wall of Kimura Sehun breathes in where he stands in the doorway.  Twitches.  “I’ll be------”  He ends the sentence abruptly, ripping off a towel from the dresser and stalking towards the other door in the room.  He’s being weird and he knows it. Broad shoulders set tight and taunt beneath a loose t-shirt, baggy joggers filling out uncomfortable and he just.  He needs a shower.  Needs to---fix shit, or something.  His first breath of fresh air comes when he closes the bathroom, hands flat on the wood as he slides the lock closed and takes a breath.  Head low, body wired.  Fucking hell.  

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

Sehun’s scent carries on the breeze the Omega stirs up as they hurry towards the elevators, and it’s so distracting, Kayn struggles to contain his inner wolf. His body tingles in a pleasant manner, gums itching over canines and claws threatening to descend. What’s up with that? He has to focus on the mess back home, and not the tenuous connection formed between them both. Although, his mind—and his gaze—continue drifting to Sehun’s fingers curled around his wrist. The touch feels good. Better than usual and oh so hard to explain. “How did our packs fare?” He’s almost afraid to ask, but it’s better to know now, just what they’ll face when they return. The elevator ride seems to last forever, and Sehun’s scent is stronger in the confined space. That warm sweetness, almost overpowering—uttering beguiling. Kayn has the desire to press the other male into the far wall, and—then they arrive on his floor, and without thinking, he catches hold of Sehun’s hand, tugging him down the hallway toward his room. “Come on. You can grab a shower while I pack.” And Kayn will try to get his fucking life together because he can’t even be thinking of joining Sehun in that shower stall.

       “Isaac’s fine,” he answers immediately.  So fast.  Eyes darting towards Kayn before he fixes them right back on the numbers.  tick, tick, tick.  He swallows.  Fists, flexing.  “I don’t know about anyone else.”  Sheepish and apologetic, but there’s been too much that’s happened the past few days.  Like fuck if he’s supposed to keep it all sorted when he’s like----  “One of the pack alphas was hit.  Bad.  Dead, actually.”  Winces at the insensitivity of it all.  But Sehun didn’t know them personally, so ...  He presses a shoulder against the wall and waits.  Waits.  Waits.  When they finally arrive at Kayn’s floor, Sehun makes a move to step out before Kayn just fucking latches on, pulling him down the hall and leaving Sehun stumbling in his boots before he gets the ground right beneath him and follows.  Doesn’t bother tugging away until they’re at the door and Kayn’s got to unlock it.  “Yeah.”  Another swallow, sweat on his neck.  “Yeah.  Thanks.  I’ll---do that.  Then, airport.  Home.  Done.”  Back to how it used to be.

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

A deep inhale fills his lungs with that wonderful scent, and Kayn genuinely wants to pull Sehun closer and rub himself in the aroma. It’s a distraction he doesn’t need right now. Not when words are forming as full lips part to speak. Hunters? They haven’t troubled their country since the downfall of the royals. Slowly, his eyes widen. His pack, they’ll be in trouble. Fighting against an unforeseen enemy, without a head Alpha there to lead the charge. “Jesus…” escapes him in a breath, but it hitches a moment later when those fingers coil around his wrist. A tingle rushes the length of his arm, the spark whenever contact is made, undeniable. He wonders if Sehun feels it too. His heart thumps a little harder, but he’s moving, following along behind the Omega who smells even more incredible than last time they’d met. God, he was gonna be so easily sidetracked if he wasn’t careful. “When did this happen?” he coaxes, fingers coiling to brush against the others arm. And maybe it’s intentional.

       Sehun starts tugging Kayn towards the elevators.  “Few days ago,” he replies.  “Contact outside of the country’s been weird.  Lot of dark.  They must’ve messed with the lines or towers or something, I don’t know.  Just---”  Sehun presses the button and glances at Kayn over his shoulder, lips pursed.  “Had to come get you.  Let you know.”  When the elevator doors dig and slide open, he’s crowding through.  Doesn’t realize until he presses against the back wall that he’s still latched onto Kayn’s hand and immediately lets go.  Fuck.  Okay.  Get it together.  “Hurry. We------I have two tickets.  For a few hours from now.  Need to ... pack and go now.”  Why’re words so hard right now?  Doors slide closed and there’s Kayn, Kayn, Kayn, Kayn.  Fucking Kimura everywhere and Sehun wrenches his eyes away and stares at the red numbers that change above.  Sweat beads along his temples.  And  ...  oh.  Holy fucking shit.  He fists his hands at his sides and takes a deep breath in through his mouth.  “I’ll need to borrow your shower.”  He just needs a little time.  Just a little bit longer.  fuck fuck fuck.  Without making eye contact, he murmurs,  “Long flight and all.”  Kayn can’t know.  Shouldn’t.  Damn, the math’s got to be wrong right?  The weird feeling in his stomach’s got to be airplane food.  Yeah, sounds right.  

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

Chalking up the wonderful aroma drifting through the lobby to wishful thinking, Kayn’s shoulders slump and he’s moping as he winds his way between milling bodies in the lobby—distantly acknowledging the crowd dispersing to make way for him. He knows the routine though. He’ll drink too much, think about Sehun, talk about him to anyone willing to listen, then call the guy, just to whine a little more. He’s not so good at subtle, not where the Omega is concerned. God knows he’s tried, but failed at every single turn. Halfway to the bar, Kayn hears his name and knows without even having to look that the voice belongs to Sehun. He’s not imagining things. Turning to look at the other, all wide-eyed and stunned into momentary silence, Kayn blinks at the man. What the hell is he doing in Japan? This is a long way to come just for a fight. Staring for some of the longest moments of his life, the Alpha’s gaze roves over the Omega, unable to fully comprehend just what’s happening here. “Sehun,” he finally utters after another beat, head shaking in disbelief. “What are you doing here?”

       Sehun freezes at first.  Eyes on Kayn’s hair, his lips.  Blinks the weirdness away and steps closer, voice low, “It’s about our home.  We---hunters.  Attacked.  Just a few days ago.”  Gets it out as fast as he can.  Doesn’t know how much or how little Kayn knows since the communications outside of the country have been fudged, no doubt a part of the hunters’ doing once they were over the mountains.  “You need to get back there, back to your pack.  A pack alpha-------”  glancing around, Sehun cuts his voice down a few notches,  “several deaths, lots of wounded.  Things are---”  weak, high laugh, nervous and spiked with something else,  “things are kind of fucked.  And you?  We gotta get your ass back there, okay?”  Not that he’s happy about it, but apparently people rely on this whole structure shit even more in times of crisis.  And a full-blown attack on their borders?  A whole ass crisis.  “C’mon.”  He reaches forward without thinking, reaches for a wrist as he turns,  “Bags.  Now.”

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

Running away is never the answer—particularly for Head Alpha—so Kayn is referring to his little vacation as a break, for mind, body and soul. A retreat, if you will, from the pressures that come with leading a pack, in a time of such turmoil. He knows deep down though that he’s simply avoiding Sehun, praying the chaos of their arranged courtship blows over in his absence. The man hates him, and Kayn can’t say it’s entirely unjustified. His feelings for the Omega haven’t exactly brought out the best in the Alpha. He’s made some poor choices since the attraction first began blossoming; some of them highly embarrassing. But Kayn is hoping that Japan will help curb his pining for a man that doesn’t, and won’t ever want him. Probably fooling himself, but at this point, he’s willing to try just about anything. Like alcohol, copious amounts of it. Slipping out of his hotel room, Kayn heads down to the main lobby, fully intending to utilize his discount for the hotel’s bar. That’s when a very familiar scent draws his attention. It’s sweet, delicate and oh so delicious. Sehun? That can’t be right, though, the Omega was in Lycan Bane last he checked. Is his yearning so strong, he’s managed to conjure the man’s aroma in a hallway in Japan? That’s ridiculous but highly possible. God, Kayn needs help. Hastening his pace, he emits a low growl—just can’t seem to win. || SEHUN. 

       Fuck Kayn Kimura.  Again and again and again.  Barely a week---a week---of escaping this courtship nonsense and here is in, in Japan of all fucking places, storming through the lobby of some hotel where a night costs more than an entire months’ rent, tracing the footsteps of a scent he wishes wasn’t so familiar.  The stench of a ten-hour flight in coach clings to his skin and he’s sweating.  Skin stretched tight over muscle and bone, light t-shirt doing nothing to keep him cool in the sweltering weather.  Has Tokyo always been this hot?  Did this hotel not have air conditioning?  Boots squeaking against polished black tiles, Sehun ignores glances from suit-clad bodies and follows his nose, traces a familiar scent past ferns and potted trees and perfume-drenched women towards the alcohol and------   “Kimura.”  There.  Smells him before he sees him.  A rich, heavy scent that reminds him too much of home.  And it’s Kimura.  Dark hair, thin body.  Short of breath, Sehun swallows.  Walks right up to Kimura and stops, just short of reaching out to grab.  He keeps his hands by his sides, shoulders drawn up and tense.  “Kimura.  We gotta talk.  Now.”  

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

Kayn rolls his eyes; water off a duck’s back. He’s been called far worse in life, and gave just as little a fuck then, on others opinion of him. The Alpha isn’t living his life for the amusement of others, so could care less who finds him dull. It once again highlights just how little Sehun actually knows him though. Which is a shame. “Yeah, yeah, you just stick to playing the drums, let me deal with all the other bullshit. The important bullshit, you’d likely skip because you couldn’t be fucked that day.” It’s a jibe but one he sincerely believes with every ounce of his being. “Alright, fine. We’re not friends, does that make you feel better?” It’s probably true, anyway. They don’t exactly hang out. In fact, besides rehearsals and shows, Kayn doesn’t see much of Sehun, unless he’s spread across the bed, getting inked. He’s not sure why. Does the Omega really find him boring? Is that why he seems to avoid Kayn at all costs, besides appointments? The thoughts a little depressing, despite his desire to give no shits. “I’ll take your cash. Just take longer for your tats to be finished then, but that’s on you, man. I offered.”

       “Livin’ that rockstar life, man,” Sehun says with a grin, cheeky.  They both know Kayn’s speaking the truth.  But, fuck.  He’s twenty-five and stuck in one place------the fuck else is he supposed to do?  “Better.”  Not better.  Not at all.  Sehun can’t really figure out what he wants to be with Kayn, but a little tug in his belly tells him friends ... isn’t quite it.  That’s not a thought he wants to deal with right now, though, so he rolls his head over and shoves his face into the dark and tenses as the needle moves over a sensitive area.  Maybe it’s omega vibes or something.  All tingly and light.  “s’Fine.  Don’t want to be all inked out by the time I’m thirty.  Want some skin left for when I get old and wrinkly.”  That’s an image he could do without.  Fuck.  Can’t even think that far ahead.  “Good for business, too.  I’ll keep your doors open, since you’re throwin out freebies to everyone.  Apparently.  Bad management practice, y’know.”

[oviserae]

alpha-aarav‌:

“Enough.” It was one word, but the alpha’s voice rippled with the power of command. He grabbed Sehun by the edge of his shirt and pulled him back, catching him with a strong grip. “I’m sure your tough omega schtick helps you compensate for whatever personal failure you have at not being an alpha, but now is not the time. My people will be here soon to secure the field, they’ll take care of the others. Right now, I’m going to get you some help before there’s another casualty on the field.”

He caught Sehun’s chin in his hand, tipping his head up to meet dark, serious eyes. “I’m not going to let you bleed out and die here, so if you’re done being an ass about it, let me help you. And if you’re not done, I’m going to help you anyways, so shut up.”

       Sehun bares his teeth.   This isn’t an alpha he’s bonded to, barely one he even knows.  And the fact that this guy has the downright nerve to use the fucking voice on  him------  It’s a struggle.  But he musters up everything he’s got to shout,  “Personal failure?!”  Seething, he downright snarls.  “You think I want to be some asshole alpha, you absolute dumb fuck?”  He shoves.  Hard as he can with nothing but adrenaline in his veins and he feels dizzy.  Dizzy, dizzy, dizzy from the headache, from the anger, and from the humiliation at even having to deal with this shit at a time like this---  “If we’re going to go then let’s go.  You done with the authority shit?  Wasting a lot of energy.  We’re not pack.  So just fucking---go!”

[oviserae]

isaacxun‌:

“You are just like Kayn.” Spoken like an insult, if not for the laughter folded into his words. “No appreciation for specifics. Did he make you wear a collar? Did he key your car?” Goading, not enough to be personal but it was diffiuclt to say. For all he knew, Kayn really had keyed the omega’s car. There was only so much stung pride to go around. He turned back to the bag, even less appealing than it had been a second ago, and nodded back to Sehun. He could already feel his claws twisting beneath his skin, as his eyes found the treeline. “I want a run. I want to tear something apart with my teeth. Are you coming?”

       “He’s alive, isn’t he?”  Sehun growls.  Specifics.  The fuck Isaac’s so nosy for, if he’s not their keeper?  Glancing over Isaac’s shoulder, Sehun considers turning back for a moment.  Isaac’s on something.  Tighter than usual, bursting at the seams.  Not that twisty little thing he talked with at the coffee shop.  Slipping off his boots, Sehun nods.  Shirt, off.  “Let’s go.”  Normally doesn’t shift without some food in his belly, but fuck.  When’s the last time he ran for the thrill, and not because some alpha ordered him to?  Without waiting, he’s shifting --- skin pulling and muscles snapping.  The wrong side of pain but it only lasts a moment.  And then he’s on all fours, standing in a pile of sweatpants and socks before he shakes out his head and bounds off.

[oviserae]

kcyn‌:

“Is that another dig at my age?” Probably is, but Kayn doesn’t mind. It’s not like he hasn’t heard it all before from the younger members of his pack. A broad grin tugs at his lips and Kayn delivers a soft pat to Sehun’s back with the hand not currently occupied by the tattoo gun. “You’re such a tease,” he needles, focus shifting to another part of the Omega’s tat. It’s going to take a while to complete the work, but Kayn’s taking his time, wanting it to be perfect for the other, and also knowing in doing so, he’ll have yet more time to spend with Sehun. Alone, away from their band members. It’s nice. Easy, freeing and comforting. “If I let you pick everything all the time, it’d be your band, and you’d have scared most of the other members off by now.” Not entirely true, but the Omega does have the capacity to send even the most confident of wolves running, tail tucked firmly between their legs. “I’ll take your money, I’m just letting you know I’d do this shit for you, for free. We’re friends, right? Bandmates, and you obviously love me, with how much of an angel you are around me.” Sarcastic, but without heat. “I gotta repay you somehow. You won’t let me sweep you off your feet.”

       “No.  It’s a dig at how fucking boring you are,” Sehun snorts.  He rolls his eyes at the accusation and flares down the annoyance.  It’s not the time, not the place.  He’s getting inked and it’s a time of peace.  “We’d be better for it.  Scare off the weaklings and the assholes.”  The ones who can’t take a bit of rough, who value their stupid shitty hierarchy over decent music.  Opening his eyes, he looks at Kayn again in the mirror and smiles, dizzy sweet and not at all like him, “Should give me the band.  Let me be the leader.  We’d be on some Motley Crue shit in no time.”  A lie.  Sehun’s got no interest in being the real boss of the band.  Organizing workshops, schedules, and shows?  Fuck that.  He does better when he’s just got to show up and play pretty.  (  barely does that.  )   “Friends.”  Laughs.  “Sure, I’m not just nice to your ass so you won’t fuck me over with a Squirtle.”  Friends.  Right.  Total friends.  “Fuck off with that.  Making it weird, Kimura.”  Has to draw a line.  Remembers who they are, the power under the skin.  He sighs, gets comfortable again and turns his face into the pillow he’s made with his arms.  “I’ll pay you with my hard-earned cash and you’ll take it, just like the bloodsucker you are.  Keeps us both happy.”

[oviserae]

alpha-aarav‌:

“I think not, friend.” If the young man didn’t want help, that was fine, but he was an injured omega and not one for battlefield orders. “If you want to wobble on your own, go ahead. But I’m here if you need someone to lean on.”

He fished his phone out of his pocket and instead of handing it over to the demanding omega, placed a few calls of his own. Position and money bought protection and Ravi was willing to spend on security when it meant defending his pack. After a few moments of quiet murmuring conversation, he slid the phone back into his pocket.

“My people will take care of the rest. I’m willing to drive you out of here, unless you plan on walking back yourself? Stubborn omegas, I swear.” He couldn’t help but tease.

       Friend.  Sehun’s hackles raise, hair standing one edge.  This guy’s acting way too familiar and Sehun’s already two seconds from jumping out of his skin.  “I’m fine,” he says, voice gruff and low.  Watch yourself.  He’d rather be on the phone himself, but considering his own is fucked and he’s a bleeding mess, Sehun keeps dabbing at the wound with his shirt and staring out at the meadow.  Several of the wolves that were down are staggering about.  Good.   “Fuck off, knothead.  We’ve got people down out there, and this is the shit you wanna play?  Go to hell.  Help clear the field, figure out who can be moved or not.”  He pushes his hair out of his eyes and sneers, “Be fucking useful” before storming over to a pair of ripped-up jeans to fish for keys, ankles wobbly in heavy boots.