"I'll fuck you up"

Jesus Rudo || 17 yo || Tokyo Yamanote Boys semi-private RP Blog || Roppongi Representative || served by kitkat

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To hell with Christmas

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      He’s happy in those blissful moments before he becomes a target. His smile is warm, features eager as he holds a bag full of sweet treats close in his arms. He’s about to make off with his stash of goods to enjoy them at the nearby park when his train of thought is shattered. 

      A bark resounds behind his ear and in seconds his cry sounds out over Christmas merriment and the very bark that terrifies him. He lurches forward, the bag falling out of his arms as he spins around and throws his hands up into the air. Wild animated gestures follow and he believes a ‘Be a good DOGGIE’ howls past his lips before the distinct voice of a fellow student reaches his ears. 

      Instantly he feels his cheeks flourish in scarlet and though his eyes are drawn wide, fear in them, they come to settle on… 

      ❝Jesus?❞ he blurts the name, fumbles with his own posture and finds his gaze darting around just to see who is staring at them. Quite a few people. Though he tries to calm the rapid pound of his heart, he finds it near impossible with all the excitement. ❝Y-you scared me. I.. wasn’t expecting that–!❞ It’s mean, he knows, but he can only wonder what the boy hopes to achieve all the way out here. 

      ❝I was about to go to the park to enjoy some sweets and watch the lights– are you going too?❞

Though he had acted on his intention to surprise the teacher, he hadn’t expected the redhead’s reaction to be so incredibly exaggerated. People had turned around to look at them -which he didn’t mind- and he was even mumbling some words clearly directed to a dog.

“Ohh, gonna pat my head, sensei?” he asked, grin wide in amusement and red eyes dangerously lit “I might bite yer hand though?”

A cackle that echoed on the back of his throat, making his shoulders shake slightly, Jesus hung his head low for a second before pulling to look up at the other once more.

“‘s what the idea, nice to see it worked” he snorted, stepping once more to be once again in the personal space of the elder man, pressuring him for an answer with that same mocking grin.

A cloud of annoyance seemed to pass through him as he finally got his reply. A click of the tongue and a roll of the eyes.

“Why would I? Those stupidly merry holiday activities are but a waste of time” he grunted, words seep with intense hatred “And ain’t it pathetic for an older man to be doing those things all alone on Christmas? Ain’t you able to at least get a date?” he redirected his annoyance towards the male, a smile painting his factions once more, even if it felt forced now.

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If he did have a tail, it would have been wagging from the way he’d captured Jesus’ attention, feeling a bit too pleased at the light nip to his hand and the arm around his waist. He didn’t mean to make him upset, but it just ended up that teasing him just so was what made the usually unreasonable alpha see his way. 

He wouldn’t have paid any mind to the other patrons at the club, eyes always on Jesus anyways whenever he was in close proximity. A glance was spared to make sure Dog (god he had to think of a better name) was still with them, and after hearing the steady click of paws next to them, he turned his attention back to keeping from tripping over stairs. 

Happy with any sort of contact, he turned his head to press against Jesus’ face, glad that he could use his usual radiator like warmth to keep him close. It was a pain during the summers, but during colder months, it was always an asset. And keen on keeping him warm, he reached for Jesus’ free hand, grasping it lightly between his own. 

“How nice of her to think of us~ I wonder how she knew that you wouldn’t bother getting a set for yourself otherwise?” Though, he was excited at the thought of seeing Jesus in traditional wear, cheeks coloring from the mental image. While that usually happened when clothes were off, the idea of seeing Jesus in formal wear was a different type of appealing. 

Lips turning into a cheeky grin, he wondered aloud, “Is that your way of saying I look pretty? You could work on the compliments you know- Don’t be so shy~” 

It’d been a while since they got together, but Jesus was still as bad as always at understanding Chiaki as always. Maybe because before meeting the omega he'd never actively try to understand others -much less those that weren’t alphas as himself.

Hence he kept fearing those brown eyes that felt so warm would stray away from his side -that if he didn’t held him tight he’d slip from his fingers. Rough handling as he squeezed the omega tight against his side was meant to keep him from escaping, from looking away from his side. The rubbing an attempt to rub his scent of him so everyone knew who he belonged to.

“Nice ain’t how i’d describe her” he huffed at Chiaki’s optimistic tone, a small glare as he added his usual jabs, eyes only lightly dropping to that warm hand that had caught his own before looking back up “Why would I? It’s a waste of money...”

He stopped for a moment, giving the pretty omega in his arms another good look.

“Mnn, though if it’s pretty clothes for you I wouldn’t mind gettin’ you a lot” he asserted seriously. He was okay with wearing the same 5 sets of clothes -it wasn’t like it’d change anything- but Chiaki? Chiaki should be adorned in beautiful clothes.

“Shaddup. You’re my omega, of course i think yer pretty” he added a small growl of displeasure, his hand gently caressing the back of Chiaki’s hand -still wrapped kindly around his own.

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As much as Jesus liked to complain about him and how touchy he was, Chiaki took that with a grain of salt, quite used to being touchy to begin with. He just had to figure out what sort of attention Jesus liked; and through some trail and error, was sure he’d built a repertoire of almost surefire ways to pique his moody partner’s interest. 

He’d learned that a bit of positive reinforcement usually helped sway Jesus in one way or another, and almost visibly glowed when he felt lips against his knuckles. He just had to ignore the bit where the grip on his wrist was a tad too tight, the slight change in tone enough to excite him. 

“I’ve always been bold~! It would be awful if something happened while you weren’t around.” Teasing, he let himself get dragged up, dutifully falling in step behind the impatient force tugging him forward. He hadn’t expected that Jesus would want to change, having fully expected to just head over in their normal clothes. 

Voice still carrying cheerfully, he asked with genuine curiosity. “Oho~? You have outfits for this too? And I thought you weren’t interested in these kinds of things.” 

While being so quick to start physical contact might not be a big deal in Chiaki’s mind, it was a great worry for his alpha. Added to the challenging words that put in question his own position as Chiaki’s only mate and owner, he couldn’t help but find concern in the existence of any opportunistic alphas that might take their chances with such a friendly omega. And with how he insisted in making him jealous, he couldn’t worry he might actually end up wagging his tail at someone else.

Of course, it might be a bluff... but Jesus wasn’t about to risk it to find out.

“Yeah, annoyingly so” he replied harshly, teeth lightly rolling against the skin of Chiaki’s hand before letting it down, instead pulling him up from the couch and out of the room.

As usual, Chiaki’s steps easily match his pace, easily trailing along behind him -a lucky situation considering the many alphas and betas that swarm the little club even in the very last day of the year.

Changing his hold from Chiaki’s wrist to his waist as they approach the exit, he forcefully takes him up a fling of stairs and through the main door. The wind is freezing outside, and the sun seems to be starting to sink down. Tightening his grasp against Chiaki’s waist as if seeking for his natural warmth, he roughly nuzzles at his cheek.

“Shut up. The old hag sent them a while ago. For not caring about half a thing that happens here she sure has a thing for flashy clothes and traditional shit” he explained roughly, hand still tight around Chiaki’s slender waist as he dragged him down the street, Dog following close behind, tiny tail wagging happily.

“If imma have to stand in line for a stupid fucking shrine visit then you might as well make it worth my time by looking pretty” his tone was rough and slightly heated, fingers digging slightly in the softness of Chiaki’s body.

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He knew he’d find Jesus here, so he shouldn’t be surprised. Yet he couldn’t help the way his cheeks puffed slightly before being in the mere presence of Jesus made a smile cross his face. Hands on his hips, his eyes flickered from the feet on the table to the figure sprawled across the seat with apparently not a care in the world. Or at least, not a care for the date at least. 

“I am not letting you spend the last day of the year here.” 

Pointing at the unfortunately named canine bouncing around the cushions, he gave a cutting look towards the lounging alpha. “See? Even Dog thinks you need to stretch your legs a little~!” 

But with every passing second, he could tell that his insistence was whittling Jesus down, and he took the chance to round the table, plopping himself next to him before using one hand to trail along Jesus’ cheek, the other fingers lightly walking across his chest and up towards his lips. The bright smile on his face didn’t match how thickly he was putting on the flirtatious pleading, and he bat his eyes slowly up pink. 

“I need to be loud since you don’t really listen~ Is it too much to want to spend the first hours of the new year with you? It’d be a shame if I had to give the first kiss of the year to someone else you know~” 

There he went again, trying to tell him what to do. What did it mattered if he spend his day holed up in the club as usual? As much as people insisted in making a big deal out of holidays, they were just a day like any other. Nothing more and nothing less.

And yet, his lover was as determined to drag him out as his dog -bouncing lively all around him- was to make his stay here an annoyance. Sighing low at the combined efforts of the too, he sank down even further in the couch.

Guard down, he barely noticed when Chiaki approached him from the side, only realizing the change in position as the couch sank beneath Chiaki’s weight. An eyebrow raising curiously as the hot pink of his eyes lingered in the other’s smile, he gave a pleased grunt at the knowing touches. Already wanting to turn around an corner the brunet against the couch, his eyes were now completely fixed in tempting lips.

And then he froze cold- kissing someone else? Was he really suggesting that?

“Those are some guts you have” he growled, a tone more possessive and needy than straight up angry. Reaching up to hold the wrist of Chiaki’s travelling hand -with a bit too much force as usual- he glared at him with bright eyes “Seems like I’ll have to go take care of my property, hmn?” he smirked, and trying to ignore the fact that he had lost against the brunet he pulled his hand up to give a kiss against Chiaki’s knucles.

“No point in wasting our time around. Let’s go back home and get changed” he added, easily raising up to his feet, carrying the brunet along with him. And just like that, he was now easily dragging Chiaki out of the club with the cheerful dog following suit.

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To hell with Christmas

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For someone being named after the very epicenter of Christmas, Jesus was specially unenthusiastic about the holiday. Ever since he was a child he had always spent it on his lonesome, and the images of cheerful families and couples did nothing but intensify the loneliness -and eventual anger- he felt.

Whatever feelings of wishful longing he had as a child, looking at a seemingly cheerful world through the tarnished glass of a high-class apartment with no one but himself occupying it were long gone. His teenage years had been so far an infinite repetition of him getting in troubles -bringing havoc in whichever way he could.

Today wouldn’t be any different. Hands in his pockets and his loyal doberman following after him loyally, Jesus’ eyes were those of a predator looking for his next prey. Someone to vent his angers in... someone he could beat to a pulp.

Yet pink eyes stopped half-way as he met the face of a certain professor, big glasses and reddish hair bringing attention over his person almost as much as his clumsy demeanor. Jesus was not one to often assist to class, but this own teacher was notorious enough for him to remember.

Lips tilting to a half-smirk, Jesus gave a long stride forward, easily catching up to the other. Taking advantage of the fact that he hadn’t been noticed he made a loud barking sound right besides the other ear, awaiting for a scared reaction with a haughty grin.

“Yoo, sensei. What’cha doing out here, all alone like this?”

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Leaning back into the black leather of the club’s sofa, boots over the coffee table in front of him and arms settled on the backrest at both of his sides, Jesus seemed as overpowering and overbearing as always. In front of him, his lover, a cute little omega, was standing strong and fearless. Truly an unusual sight.

No matter how strongly Jesus glared, or how much he clicked his tongue in annoyance and rolled his eyes dismissively, Chiaki was not stepping back. What an annoying and cute omega this was.

And Dog was agreeing with him, yapping and jumping around the couch as if to convince Jesus of changing his mind.

True, he had a brand new hakama somewhere in his place. True he wanted to see Chiaki’s cute kimono look. But was he really going to lose a battle of wills against some omega?

"Yer so damn noisy for a bitch” he sighed, defeated, as a hand moved to his temple “So, what’s so special about going to some shrine that you sooo want me to go with you? You have friends to go with or something, do’t you?”

It was his last struggle - one he was sure would be pointless in front of those burning brown eyes that looked so bright even in this dark corner.

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❝..I’m used to it.❞ Usually because of how he looked. Someone who had a face like his, looks like his, eyes like his, bound to get attraction. It was fine to fight back before but now, he can’t afford that. Not when he’s no longer in high school and now he’s on a big international swim team.

He glances down, looking at the dog who came up to him. He smiles, crouching down and offering his hand for the animal to sniff. ❝When the sun comes out, I won’t be able to look around. I’ll be too busy. The night time is all I have.❞

Jesus eyes narrow lightly at the comment. He didn’t knew the guy to know what exactly troubled him, but just looking at his face was enough to get a guess of what situations he might have gone through.

Dog was far easier to enthuse than Jesus, easily licking the redhead’s hand after sniffing it for a little while. Ridiculous, he had no time to waste in some suicidal - no matter how cute his face could be.

“If yer so desperate to find trouble, then be my guest” he huffed, turning around ready to leave.

Dog however, didn’t seemed to agree with him. Barking to call him back as he stayed by the stranger’s side.

To think his dog would betray him first thing first.

“What’s that? You losing yer damn head over his pretty face or what?” he questioned the dog, but the only thing he got was a determined bark. “Shaddup, I ain’t gonna waste my time like...” bark “Hah? What you mean I don’t have a life either way? Stupid dog shut your muzzle”

After a few moments of bantering, jesus -likes always- found himself losing to the dog’s will.

“Dog wants to go with you, so i guess I’ll go too” he finally decided, a face that seemed to be taunting rin to even TRY questioning his decision.

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The redhead was about to get ready to leave, before that is until he was stopped.

❝Well then.. it seems you should have some control over your little toys. This what happens when you don’t have control~♣❞ He glances at the male up and down, smirking. ❝What? Gonna fight me~? You don’t want to end up like them now do you? I suggest you run along now pooch, while I’m still kind~♦❞

He leans down and picks up his one card on the ground. He shakes off the blood and places it back into the deck.

This guy was dangerous. he could tell that much. Even without the display of power and cruelty, the scent of blood that came from him was overwhelming. Bloodlust. he couldn’t allow someone as dangerous as this guy run around wild...

“Shaddup, psycho. I don’t give a shit ‘bout those fuckers, but I ain’t ‘bout to let ya do whatever the heck you want.” he growled, clenching his fist. it wasn’t the first time he delt with some overpowered killer. And he didn’t felt like losing.

Lunging forward, he attempts to connect a hit against the other - strength enough to break some bones.

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The redhead stopped upon hearing the other’s warning. He frowns, sighing. He just wanted to go stroll somewhere else. It’s been a while since he’s been in Japan. He didn’t really want to go to the usual areas he’s been in. He looks back, frowning.

❝..I’m not going to the station. Nor do I even want to. I want to go sightseeing.❞ He glances over to the dog. A doberman.

…Cute…

Kinda wished he brought his dog over here. But getting a dog’s passport and all costs quite a penny. Especially when traveling to and from Australia.

Jesus expression remained stern as he caught on the frown from the pretty redhead. His idea of him being a tourist wasn’t wrong, it seemed, but he could only question his sanity.

“Ya’re awfully calm for someone that just got ganged on” he commented with a huff, walking a couple of steps towards the shorter male. Dog followed him right behind as usual, coming closer to smell the stranger curiously “Can’t ya wait till the goddamn sun comes up again?”

For the looks of it, waiting wasn’t an option for pretty face. Fucking annoying.

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What will you do?       >Fight      Protect        ….You chose ‘Fight’

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Hisoka never did cease to run into trouble. Not like he can’t take matters into his own hands. There’s just people who never minded their own business and always likes to pick on the odd ones out. Like now.

Surrounded by a small gang, he didn’t hear a word; whom he assumed to be the leader; say. It was just buzz and ring. He yawns, looking away, unamused and bored. Which pissed the ‘leader’ off and sent one of his goons to hit him with a metal pipe.

❝…♠❞

A wrong move.

Hisoka stood up straight, shocking those that he managed to even stand up after that. He pulls out a playing card and he smirks. ❝My turn~♥❞

Suddenly just as the gang was about to run at him, they stopped in their tracks. Few seconds after, their heads slides off their necks and blood spewed out of them like fountains. Some going onto Hisoka.

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Jesus lowered his eyes as he caught on Dog’s low growling, turning around towards the place the dobermann was looking at to find a redhead surrounded by some thugs. Some of the pathetic kind that carried around stupid shit like pipes and bats to look more intimidating than they really were.

He never liked that. So he turned arond and started to walk towards the group, ready to teach them a very needed lesson. A small jolt as he noticed one actually attacking the man, he rushed forward for a couple of steps before stopping cold.

Blood sprayed on the blood -and on the man- the group of thugs had been eliminated in but a second. Murdered. Whole body tensing up, he prepared to face the man before his eyes.

“You fucker... this is my territory” he growled under his breath, ready to fight back.

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Rin was about to bare through the pain that might happen when suddenly someone’s voice came up and then a cry of pain along with a thud. He cracks open his eyes to look and saw the guy who had cornered him down for the count. He slowly glances over to see what on earth is going on and then he started witnessing a guy single handedly beating the gang up.

He caught onto something however. He saw a look of realization on one of them, as if they knew who the guy was. Even then, it was too late for them because the guy pulverized them all. Well except for one. That guy ran for the hills, begging for mercy.

The red head didn’t look, not even when the other guy spoke. He was shocked though, to see knocked out bodies laying about, some awake but barely. He glances over to the guy but froze when he saw him looking at him. He wasn’t sure what that look was about but he was still in fight or flight mode.

I should leave before he comes after me…

❝Th-thanks…❞ He slowly starts moving to the side ❝I.. should go.. Thanks again..❞

Flaring eyes gave a good look up and down the athletic body before him. He looked pretty fit, enough he might have given the thugs a run for their money if he had tried... maybe there was another reason behind his apparent acceptance?

He was looking down at the floor - at the trash sprawled over it. Maybe he’s intimidated? That’s probably the normal reaction to this situation.

“Hey, pretty boy” he called out, his dobberman adding a bark as if to call the redhead to stay “If ya keep walkin’ around like that you’ll just get jumped again. Down that street there’s some really fucked up gangs too.”

He was being uncharacteristically kind. Aren’t you grateful for it?

“It would suck to see my efforts to get your ass out of trouble go to waste, so let me walk you to the station.” he assumend the redhead was some sort of tourist lost from the rightful place and offered guiding him in the other direction

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What will you do?       Fight       >Protect         ….You chose ‘Protect’

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❝Hey…❞ Rin backed up until his back touched the wall. He glances back then looks over around. While they weren’t in the alley, it wasn’t like people were going to step in and stop these guys from pestering him. Oh how he hated that sometimes, these sides of Japan, people would just watch.

Hell.. I don’t even recognize this part of Japan…

He couldn’t fight, not with his status. He shouldn’t have walked around without someone with him either. But he thought he’d be fine. He thought he wouldn’t be recognized. But he thought wrong.

He flinched when one of them stomped their foot next to him and onto the wall. He gulped, trying to lean away from the person as they got closer.

❝Seriously… leave me alone…❞

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His night walk through the familiar streets of his district, silent steps and his dog trailing behind him, found itself interrupted as he heard a thud and someone’s voice in the dark.

Finding someone being cornered in a dark alley of the not-so-nice backstreets of Roppongi wasn’t an unusual sight; which however, didn’t made it any more appealing. What kind of cowardly pieces of shit ganged up in some random dude?

Turning left by the corner, he approached the group from the side.

“Hey, you fuckers.... just overheard you wanted some fun?” he hissed, breath low and deep “Then how about I shovel some fun down yer throats, huh?”

The light taunt is easily followed by a punch straight to the face, the man that had the redhead cornered with his foot now sent flying all the  way to the back wall.

The sight of his hot pink jacket and of the menacing dog behind him were almost immediately identified as the belonging of ‘that Jesus’. The ruler of Roppongi.

It was already too late to cry and apologize, as Jesus easily carded through them, punches and kicks throwing them all over the place and rendering unable to fight anymore. Only one of them managed to escape, crying for mercy as he stumbled into the light of the main road.

“Wah, fucking boring” a hand to the back of his neck, and a roll of his, eyes, the tip of his tongue showed between thin lips as he spoke. Eventually, he rolled his eyes towards the redhead giving him a good look.

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Unlovable

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Rolling his eyes at the whispered gross, he paid no mind. It wasn’t like Jesus was doing a good job about calling him anything close to his name either. The whining was also getting filed away in the back of his head, already starting to divide between what words were actually important and which was just spoiled grumbling. 

He did trail back to his seat, eyes sweeping over the tabletop for a moment, glad that things weren’t too noticeably disturbed. Righting his own glass, he didn’t fill it, listening closely as Jesus’ adviser went over familiar details. Most contracts were about the same, with maybe a detail of two that differed depending on the taste of whoever was writing the demands. He just had to treat it like a job if things ended up being barren and emotionless. 

Though, he would prefer if things didn’t get that bad. Surely with a good attitude the two of them could make the most of this. He swallowed slowly when the mention of wedding plans was brought up already, wondering if things usually charged ahead this quickly. 

But as someone who was prone to act first and think later, he figured that it was just fate teasing him. He didn’t protest though, nodding amicably when necessary, almost managing to look excited when the dates were mentioned. 

“Getting to know you should be a quite an experience ♪“ 

Though, he didn’t mention if it would be a positive or negative one. As he mentally ticked off all the things that could go wrong, he slapped himself, telling himself to knock it off. The least he could do was take a good attitude into the whole ordeal, so he laced his fingers together, beaming at the husband to be. 

“I’m ready to begin whenever you are Rudo-san~” 

Jesus was unaware of the thoughts that crossed his omega’s mind, and quite uninterested about finding out too. Never counting in the possibility of a fulfilling relationship, his interest in ‘making it work’ went as far as to get his parents to get off his back. Nothing more, nothing less.

Even the apparently endless list of obligations in the contract had mostly been decided by his parents, and were quite taxing on his partner. Even more than in himself, he believed. Not that such a thing was uncommon in this sort of arranged marriages - Jesus family just had enough influence to get away with more stupid details. Like having ‘a virgin omega’ be the one to marry him.

Ridiculous.

Serving himself another glass of water, water spilling slightly over the edge, he took another look at the omega -and his family- through the crystal water. They seemed like quite the normal family, naturally concerned about the well being of their -apparently- only son.

That should be the rule, but it still felt so foreign to him.

“I’m sure I’ll only get more interested in you” he replied in a taunting tone, hardly biting back the usual cussing that came out every other word in most cases. Letting the glass down with just a bit of unnecessary strength, a loud clank breaking the silence, he gave a light roll of the shoulders before reaching to the back of his own neck, giving it a light squeeze.

“Same here” he replied truthfully, reaching for the pen to sign on his side of the paper, adding his information as requested and his official ink seal “Guess the fastest the better. I wouldn’t mind going for the first one right now”

At the very least his impatience was being seen as a sign of interest on the part of the omega’s parents.

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The tension in the air crackled, and he kept careful track of Jesus’ movements. But he did breath in, catching tones of an almost intoxicating scent of warm earthy forests and slowly burning candles, eyes fluttering as he drank it in, hand tightening a fraction. As quickly as he’d decided that Jesus had a poor disposition, a part of him still told him to give him time. This was just a really bad first impression; they were both prickly at the moment. And the least he could do was flip a few paradigms and show the alpha that as much of a pushover he could be, he could still stand firm when it mattered. 

Distracted, his eyes went out of focus for a split second, indulging in the way his chest felt warm, picking up the slight heat radiating off the other’s body. But he snapped back to attention when he was suddenly let go, having to flop to his knees to keep from wiping out completely. 

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked up, the glint on Jesus’ smile annoyingly attractive despite the haughtiness. He didn’t like how he was already being addressed as property, fingers lightly drumming against the floor to keep himself from correcting Jesus into using his name. That itself though, seemed like an issue he’d need to deal with later. 

Offering a tight smile, he inclined his head slightly, voiced strained as he answered. “Yes dear, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Getting to his feet while brushing himself off, his eyes flickered back up to the alpha as he finally got off the table. “But be gentle with me; I don’t like being thrown around like this.” 

At the mention of his parents, he turned his head towards the door, and the soft talk he’d been tuning out went silent. “Please behave yourself; I’m sure you can for at least a few minutes, right~?” 

Sure that the waiting parties were trying to hear into what they were saying, probably after all the suspicious thumps, he did his best to smooth out his top, sighing audibly before opening the door, easy smile back on his face. 

Not bothering to glance back at Jesus, he took his mother’s hands and assured her that things had gone well, and that they’d done so well to be able to match him to such a kind and reasonable alpha. Laughing, half with how much of an absolute lie it was, he took their well wishes, finally looking back at Jesus, daring him to say anything. 

Seeing the cheeky omega in his knees made the smile in his lips all the more vibrant. He looked quite pretty like that, he had to admit. Made him want to see him kneeling even more often.

Had he been asked to use the omega’s name to address it, he’d had been at a loss. He hadn’t browsed through his file, nor had he paid attention in the introductions, so he honestly just didn’t knew it. Still, ‘omega’ was more than enough for addressing him now, so he wasn’t overly worried about asking about it or coming to learn it.

“Gross” he managed to whisper under his breath at the endearing word that had been used on his person, raised eyebrows at the request from the omega seeming to answer that he hardly understood what ‘being gentle’ could possibly mean.

“Don’t order me around” he growled in a low tone, tilting his head back until he found the wall behind him. The chair comfortable under his weight and the multiple golden lights above him charring to his eyes, he closed his eyes for a moment.

He heard the door opening, and he caught on the conversation that the omega was having with his parents. A small chuckle at the lies that kept coming from his mouth, and to the reassured whispers of his mother. The door opened further and he heard the familiar steps of his own adviser, red eyes opening to see him.

The guy wasn’t convinced about Chiaki’s words -understandably so, as he had dealt with all previous complains about Jesus behavior- but he seemed rather enthusiastic about being relieved of his work with the aggressive alpha. He started explaining again the terms of the contract: a big wedding, communal life for a minimum of 10 years, a minimum of 2 children, from which at least one had to be an alpha... blah, blah, blah. Boring stuff.

He did his best not to yawn, hand searching around the table for a glass. With all the ruckus from before, the content of some of the glasses had spilled over leaving wet spots all over. Looking for an empty glass, he served it with fresh icy water and swallowed half in one sip.

As conclusion, Jesus adviser suggested to start the wedding preparations while simultaneously planning for a couple of dates between Jesus and Chiaki. They should get to know each other better, so they wouldn’t regret their choice, he said, looking at Jesus as if expecting his input on the matter.

“Sure. Let’s do everything in the proper order” he smiled. He was behaving, wasn’t he?

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He’d run and ducked so many times that weaving out of unpleasant situations had become second nature to him. But the pressure to settle down and give his parents a sense of peace of mind did poke at the back of his head, and he’d convinced himself to just do his best from that point on. But Jesus was making it difficult, and he could feel a bit of irritation playing across his face before he could smooth it out under a smile. 

Before he could say anything in reply, the table and its contents rattled at the sudden weight of a person on top of it. Eyes widening in surprise, he was yanked up by his collar, having to lean up on his toes to keep from choking. Worried that the table would give out, he gingerly arranged himself, hands instinctively reaching for the one balled up in the fabric of his shirt. 

“It’s my job to be agreeable- But I have a personality, yes~” He could sense that he was probably in a bit of danger, but was long past trying to bolt. Still smiling, he placed his foot on the tabletop as well, keeping most of his weight on the other foot while leaning up. “It’s easier to get along if you hear each other out.  But at least we both seem to agree arranged marriages are a nuisance ♪” Tilting his head up, he placed a light kiss against the corner of Jesus’ mouth, hesitant to meet his lips. 

“Ah- maybe you’ll get something more satisfying if we move past the stage of complete strangers.” 

Animosity most definitely lurked in the dark brown pool of the omega’s eyes, noticeable for Jesus if not for anyone else, as he was quite used to receive this kind of glares. The somewhat arrogant tone, uncommon and inappropriate for an omega in look for a marriage opportunity, was partly annoying enough to make his blood boil and fill his with the desire to upturn every single piece of furniture in the room, and party... intriguing.

Pulling harsh from the white collar of the omega, he refused to budge, forcing the other to adapt to his position by stepping up as well. The omega’s hand felt warm over his own, a bit rougher than he would have expected too.

He proposed a challenge he didn’t expected the other to fulfill, and kept his eyes fixed in the soft face of his as he leaned up with that angered smile to press a kis against the corner of his mouth.They felt soft, and the closeness brought the omega’s scent right to his nose.

Sweet, fresh, warm - fragrant yet not quite overpowering, slightly citric yet mostly sweet. Like resting in the shadow of highway stop, citric flavor in his tongue and leaves turning red far ahead.

He realized he had closed his eyes to take in the scent when he finally opened them again, seeing his -possible future wife- before his eyes.

"Good job” he released the omega’s collar rather suddenly, wrinkles staying in the forced piece of clothing, and balance probably lost. Still on the table himself, he looked down on the brunet, fangs flashing through thin lips “Since you’ve agreed to it by kissing me of your own accord, you’ve sealed your fate. Whether you’ll come to regret it or not, you now belong to me, omega.”

Looking at the door, and then back at Chiaki he cracked yet another dominant smile. It seemed like the people on the other side were getting impatient about their resolution. Finally stepping down from the table and to the floor, Jesus looked at the shorter omega for a small moment.

“Want to go tell papa and mama that you got yourself a husband? They seem rather interested in know what’s happening here” he snorted, hands in his pockets as he flopped once more on his chair.

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He kept an easy smile on his face, despite all the profanity being tossed his way, determined not to show how displeased he was to be locked with such a foul mouth. Keeping a steady gaze, he didn’t flinch at the bravado, giving the foot placed on the table a second of attention before letting his eyes travel back up. 

“Of course not. I’m not desperate and starved for company. I’m sure that just being in your presence will be more than enough for anyone to handle.” Speaking lightly and with the slightest lilt, the words came out without malice. “And the last thing I’d do is ruin your pristine reputation- I’m sure you can do that yourself.” 

Filter faltering, the corner of his lip twitched, and he really had to fight the urge to tell Jesus off, ignoring the lack of decorum that was being displayed by the odd flex and attempt at domination with the whole slamming your foot on the table thing. 

He did nod sagely at the demand to move in, already expecting it. “I can mind your home for you- You just need someone to keep it tidy and pick up after your messes, no?” 

It wasn’t every day that an omega was able to remain so -apparently- calm in his presence, even betas and alphas catching on the danger and getting out of his way instantly. It was refreshing in its own way to have a conversation so direct, even if the unfamiliar tone and wording threatened with making him explode once more and in an even more violent way.

“You sure know how to run your mouth, omega” he snorted. “ But you’re making a pretty good job at selling your proposal.”

It took barely a few seconds for him to push his weight into the foot he held on the table, pushing his body up so he’d be standing, a long arm reaching all the way to the other side of the table and sinking hard on the omega’s shirt, tugging from it hard enough to force him to stand as well “So though~ I don’t know why you are so keen on convincing me... but If you’re still willing to go through with this marriage bullshit, how about you prove it by giving me a kiss?” he was certainly enjoying the situation in its own way. This strong-willed omega was, after all, for some reason unknown to him, attempting to convince him to marry him. Did he not had any choices? or was Jesus’ family the most influential on the list?

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His eyebrow raised while watching Jesus shout gun the rest of his drink, taking a sip of water as he watched him slouch against the wall. So much for keeping up appearances. Though, he didn’t let himself falter much. His habit of looking at whoever was speaking to him did pull through, and he listened unflinchingly to the stream of curses without batting an eye. 

Typical temperamental alpha are we? But at least those he was used to, and he almost sighed in relief for being able to maneuver around the familiar disposition. 

Hands went up to catch the ends of the table, hearing the legs scrape against the floor, but managing to keep it from upturning completely or knocking the wind out of him. Clicking his tongue, his hand shot out to deftly catch a glass that tumbled off the edge of the table, keeping the contents from spilling on the floor. 

Setting the glass against the tabletop again, he reached out to pop a grape in his mouth, expression almost reproachful, but keeping himself from nagging. “I won’t stop you from carrying on with your usual routine. This can be just a contract between the two of us and I’ll stay out of your way as much as possible. I’m good at playing by myself you see.” 

Eyes narrowed slightly as he noticed the table’s impulse dying out, quickly catching on the omega’s hands holding to the table to keep it in place. A small hum, he crooked an eyebrow as he gave this omega a more thorough look, curiosity peeked by his calm demeanor, even after his own burst of unchecked aggressiveness. It usually didn’t happened like this, and the difference filled him with interest.

The foot that had kicked the table now leisurely placed on top of it, he crossed his arms over his chest. At the very least, he was now a bit more wiling to listen to this proposition.

“That better not mean you’re going to be wagging your ass at others. It wouldn’t be a fucking joke if my property were to ruin my reputation” he added, teeth -and specially fangs, white and shiny- showing quite a bit in between his words, foot thumping against the table, making it shake slightly. “And you’d have to live with me. That’s what my family expected”