#poly couples

The Electric Mayhem was on a road trip, briefly stopping by gas stations for food/ snacks and to go to the toilet.

Zoot and Lips where waiting in the car to keep watch, until there was suddenly a flash beside Lips. Zoot had taken a photo. He shook it out and looked at it, then looked up at his lover and nodded. “That's a keeper”

"Yea~?" Lips smiles at that as he looks over to Zoot holding the Polaroid up, squinting at it. The photo shows Lips mid-smile, sunlight catching his beard and blonde hair perfectly. Zoot stares a beat too long—then slowly nods again.

He tucks the photo carefully into his shirt pocket over his heart like it's something sacred.

"Can I see~?"

"No."

Lips smirks at that. "Hey now, lemme see~"

Zoot pulls the photo back quickly, shielding it with his hand like a kid hiding candy.

He shakes his head firmly and makes a zipping motion over his lips... but there's a tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, the kind that says he’s enjoying this way too much.

"You're Cheeky~"

Lips chuckles gently and starts poking at Zoot's sides with one finger, making him jolt at the first poke, shoulders hunching. He’s ticklish—terribly—and Lips knows it. With a yelp that sounds suspiciously more like a saxophone than muppet noise, he twists away, clutching the photo to his chest.

"Mine!"

He scrambles across the seat toward the other door—not running, but moving fast for someone usually so spacey—still shaking with silent giggles.

"Wha- hahey~!" Lips laughs when Zoot practically crawls over his lap to get into the middle row for safety. "whahat are you dohoing~?"

Zoot tumbles forwards, legs flailing slightly as he tries to wedge himself between the bucket seats. The photo is still clutched in one hand like a lifeline.

He peeks over his shoulder at Lips with a mischievous smile—rare for Zoot, who’s usually half-asleep or lost in thought. Then—he does something unexpected: he sticks his tongue out right in the direction of Lips’ face.

A playful tease.

"You're silly, you know that~?" Lips laughs out after his lover's rough landing, moving onto the middle row too but with much more grace.

"Yea~" Zoot chuckles, still catching his breath.

His face is flushed—partly from laughter, partly from the sudden scramble. He wipes a tiny tear from the corner of his eye under the glasses and finally sits up properly.

Without warning, he slowly holds out the photo again—not handing it over yet, just showing the trump player that beautiful golden shot of him smiling in sunlight from a few moments ago. "Here...~"

"Why thank you, was that so hard~?" Lips smiles when he's finally allowed to look at the photo, before nodding in approval and then giving it back. "Nice one, definitely a keeper~"

Zoot takes the photo back with quiet pride, like a painter admiring his own masterpiece. He tucks it away again—this time into the side pocket of his saxophone case, where it’ll be safe forever.

Lips smiles at that as he watches him, before suddenly leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to Zoot's cheek, stunning the sax player.

He chuckles at the flustered and surprised expression, before starting to tickle him again just because.

Zoot gasps—completely unprepared for the second round of tickles. He collapses sideways, kicking and squirming like a flipped turtle, his saxophone case sliding onto the floor with a soft thud behind him.

"NahAHAHA—LIPS~!"

He’s laughing now—full-on belly laughs—and tries to shield himself with one arm while batting weakly at the others hands.

Lips laughs too as he sneaks in pokes here and there wherever he can reach, making sure not to get kicked in the process.

"P-PLEASE- PLEHESE, I CAHAHAN'T~!!"

Zoot wheezes, twisting and turning like a worm on a hook. He’s helpless—completely at Lips’ mercy—and he knows it.

"you're so squirmy whenever I tickle ya~"

One particularly precise poke in between Zoot's ribs makes him aqueak before sending him into silent, shaking laughter, face scrunching up.

"Ohoh- careful, don't go fainting on me~" Lips stop tickling Zoot as he sit down beside his lover, taking his hat to fan air at the poor muppet.

He's sprawled out, breathing hard, cheeks pink. He blinks up at the ceiling like he’s just woken from a dream. When Lips fans him with his hat—Zoot’s favorite hat—the old musician cracks one eye open.

Slowly, he reaches up and takes the hat back… then plops it gently on Lip's head instead.

Lips hums happily and scoot closer, putting the hat more firmly on his own head before smilling down at the sax player. "Are you okay~?"

"Yea... a little whinded... but okay...~" Zoot hums back gently, nuzzling slightly into Lip's shoulder. His breathing is still heavy and his face is still red.

One hand rises lazily to pat the hat on the trumpet players head. A thank you without words. Then he closes his eyes completely—half-asleep in that cozy post-giggle haze.

"Good, wouldn't want to hurt you after all~"

Lips smiles brightly and pets his lovers head too, before the van doors suddenly open as the others return with food and snacks.

They pause when they see Zoot curled up against Lips like a sleepy cat, hat on the blonde's head. Teeth raises an eyebrow but says nothing—he just gives a knowing grin.

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You walk hand in hand with each of your mates at your side. Hunt is on your left and Ruhn is on your right. The three of you dressed to the nines for tonight’s event being held by the Legion and Aux.

While events like this weren’t out of the original for your mates, they most certainly were for you. Being a bookshop owner hardly called for you to be in formal attire as you were your own boss. Hence, why would there be a need for you to dress up?

Therefore, when Hunt and Ruhn first brought up the work event to them, you told them of your concerns.

Flashback…

“Babes, I’ve never really been to these types of functions,” you say exasperated. “The last thing either of you need is for me to stick out like a sore thumb and ruin you both professionally by simply being me.”

Your words cause your mates to shake their heads.

Of the two, Hunt is the first to speak.

“Sweetheart,” he starts. “You are not going to ruin us.”

Before Hunt can continue, Ruhn steps in to tell his piece. “Hunt is right on that. If anything, you will be making the event better.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at the latter of Ruhn’s statement. “Dont patronize me, Ru.”

Ruhn then makes a show of acting offended, placing a hand over your heart. “How dare you, (y/n)? I would never joke about such matters. Especially when it comes to you.”

You look at Hunt who nodded as if he was letting you know that Ruhn meant what he said. Not that you doubted either of them. It’s just that you still downplayed how much you truly meant to both.

“Ahem,” Ruhn interrupted. Making you both realize that both of you have missed a bit of Ruhn's words.

Hunt and you bring your gaze to Ruhn. Apologizing for missing the last few minutes of his speech.

Ruhn instantly accepted both of your apologies. But not without the promise of both of you making it up to him later, causing you to blush and Hunt to smirk at the idea. More likely some of those ideas (intimate memories the three of you had together) came to his mind.

“As I was saying,” Ruhn started. The only reason they’d be able to withstand this Asteri crapshow is by you being there to make it all more bearable.”

This causes you to giggle. Never did you think the males in front of you would act like babies under certain circumstances.

Though there your babies, you thought to yourself as the males talked about how nice it would be to attend a formal event together as a throuple.

“….Baby,” you heard Ruhn sing-song.

You shake your head. Taking in your surroundings, you realize that the three of you finally made it to your table for the evening. “Sorry, love. Just got lost in thought for a minute.”

Ruhn smiled. “Anything we should be worried about?”

Blushing, you shake your head. “Nope.”

“You sure, sweetheart?” Hunt asks.

In response, you squeezed both his and Ruhn’s hands affectionately. “I’m positive.”

At this, both males smiled. They then let go of your hands to open your chair for you to sit in.

“Allow me to pull the lady’s chair,” Ruhn says to Hunt.

Hunt shakes his head. “I appreciate that, Danaan. But please, allow me.”

You playfully roll your eyes knowing where this conversation is going to be heading. ____________________________________________

One mini argument between your loving mates later…

Once you were all seated, Hunt and Ruhn suggested that you save yourselves a table while the two of them get your food and drinks together. Leaving you smiling and giggling at their antics.

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You are passing time on your phone when you feel a presence approaching you.

You look up to see a group of beautiful females (1 malakh, 2 fae, and 1 mer) looking right at you. The malakh female with dark hair and amber eyes. Her features are accentuated with a strapless emerald, green dress. The two fae, who you assume to be sisters as they looked eerily similar, have dark hair and violet eyes, and are both wearing lavender long sleeve Tull evening dresses. Finally, the mer with red hair and bright blue eyes wearing a white teacup dress.

Thinking that you are about to make some friends, you introduce yourself and stick your hand out for them to shake.

However, all that changes when the leader of the group, the malakh female opens her mouth. ______________________________________

Hunt and Ruhn were walking back with food and drinks in their hands. Playfully flirting with each other.

While Hunt and Ruhn weren’t uncomfortable with their attraction to one another that they have been able to address the attraction between them (even slowly consummating that attraction with the night they first became physical with you), they had shared with you that neither of them felt comfortable with publicly sharing this intimate detail about themselves with the rest of Crescent City. Especially in their line of work as it’s mainly a male dominated with toxic masculinity due to following suit. The last thing they wanted was to have negative energy follow the three of you when you were out together.

When they are finally back at your table, they find you sitting at the table. However, the aura wasn’t like it was when they had left you to get your refreshments.

Rather than smiling or blushing like you normally would when you see them, your face reflects dejectedness and what looks to be shame.

Seeing this, the males instantly rush to your sides. Ignoring the food and drinks that they brought for the three of you.

Getting onto his knees with Ruhn standing next to him, Hunt takes your hand into his own. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine,” you murmured quickly.

Knowing that you aren’t being honest at this moment, Hunt gently takes his face into the hand that was holding your hand. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

At those words, it was as if your mind came back from the haze and you looked at him.

Happy to see you happy to see them, Hunt decides to ask the question again. “Talk to us, sweetheart. Ru and I can’t help you if you don’t tell us.”

Ruhn agrees, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. “Take your time, beautiful. We have all the time in the world.”

Taking a deep breath, you finally come clean and tell them about how a group of females came up to tell you that they never thought they would see the day that a female like yourself would be so greedy as to have two of the most beautiful and powerful males working for the Asteri at your beckon and call. Going on to further say that you must’ve coerced them into being in a relationship with you and in turn forced them to be in this set up amongst yourselves.

Your words fill Hunt and Ruhn with rage because how could anyone possibly say bad things about you? The sweetest and gentlest person ever in Crescent City who connects to others through her love of books.

Hunt and Ruhn look at one another before looking back at you. Both of them gave each other a look to let the other know what the other was thinking. There’s no way in Hel that they are going to let anyone, especially some insecure females, make you feel as if you are anything but an amazing female they have been allowed to know and have part of their lives.

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Seeing the way that Hunt and Ruhn were looking at one another, you knew what was on their minds.

You started to shake your head. “No… whatever you two are thinking… there’s no need to do it. The last thing we need is to cause waves.”

At your words, Hunt and Ruhn break their gaze to look at you. Before you can wonder who will respond first, Ruhn does so first.

“Please,” Ruhn’s voice fills with sarcasm. “The only ones causing waves are those b— “

“Shhh..” you interrupted. “Don’t say that. It’s not nice.”

“Yet, what they did to you was?” Hunt questioned.

You know what your mates are saying is true. Those females were the ones who were being cruel to you when you were just simply minding your own business.

Yet you couldn’t help but feel that if your males reacted to their actions on your behalf, then they would end up being ridiculed by those here at this function and whomever they tell after the night is over.

“Eyes on us, sweetheart” Hunt’s voice breaks through your rabbit hole of thoughts once again on this night. A night that was supposed to be filled with fun for the three of you…

“Don’t even listen to those thoughts, (y/n),” Ruhn interrupted, causing you to pay attention as he always used cute little pet names for you. Therefore, the lack of in this moment means he is serious about trying to get through to you.

You nod, taking a few deep inhales and exhales, each of your mates holding and talking you through it in the middle of this social setting. Yet, neither of you seem to be aware of what’s going on around. Instead, the three of you are focusing on each other.

It’s at this moment that you noticed the group of females from earlier looking at the three of you, slack jawed as they seem to be holding plates of food from the buffet table where Hunt and Ruhn grabbed your food and drinks.

Hunt and Ruhn don’t miss a beat as they look at those females' faces with a smirk on their faces.

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“Sorry ladies,” Hunt starts. “Our girl is taken by us two alphaholes. Isn’t that right, Danaan?”

Ruhn agrees instantly with Hunt’s words. “That’s right, Athalar and we are so lucky to have such a great loving female as our mate. For she makes us not only be better mates for her but each other as well.”

The group of females no longer have their mouths open. Instead, opting to look down and walk away from their table quickly with their cheeks red from anger and embarrassment.

Hunt and Ruhn turn their attention back towards you and to their luck, you have the biggest smile and wet eyes to go with this moment.

Both comfort you with hugs and handholding. Once they know you are okay, they take your seats by your side and enjoy their meals with you. Not caring how cold it became.

After that day, both males are happy to report that no one else bothers you at those functions you all attend together.

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Looking at Koko, Draken has wondered about getting Koko pregnant or even Inupi since he was a beta like Draken. Two betas and an omega under a household. It’s loving and special. 

Draken moves closer to get one more kiss in, but Koko laughs and takes a step further back. “Go Ken!” He decides to side step out of the kitchen and into his own room. 

“I’ll find you later, bet on it.” He joyously yells at the closed door. 

Walking down the hall, he turns the knob to his room and sees a sight that pisses him off. 

Mikey and Kore are in his bed sleeping. Looking cute as fuck. 

He knows Mikey finds the kid ugly, but the little cherub is cute to him. 

He takes his phone out and snaps a picture and sends it to the group chat. 

  Gagging-Baji 

Awww! Look at the them bonding!- Mitsuya

Huh, he even sleeps like Mikey- Pah 

They snuck in here.- Draken 

That’s where that asshole was! He was supposed to go to a charity event with me earlier today.-Baji

Things are good. I went with Baji- Kazutora 

But you weren’t meant to!-Bajji 

Dude, he has a kid now. Leave him alone. It’s hard adjusting- Pah

Glad, I got my tubes tied. I’ll be that sexy uncle that pops up and gives money.- Mitsuya 

Mitchy and him aren’t even courting-Baji

You know Mikey can see the chats?-Pah 

Why else would I say it?-Baji 

 Draken decides to send the picture to Koko, Inupi, Emma and Takemichi. 

Draken instantly hears a door opening and closing as fast footsteps close in on him. 

Koko, in a grey sweatsuit, enter’s Draken’s room. “Oh, this is precious.” He walks over to the bed. Kneeling down to get a good look at the sleeping baby. 

Draken walks over to his closet and hangs up his jacket. “Didn’t you see Kore with him?” 

“Hmm, I recall something was strapped to his chest, but he gave me my favorite chocolates so I didn’t question it.” Koko gently puts his hand on Kore’s head. Feeling the soft baby hairs against his skin. 

A hand shoots out and grabs Koko’s hand. He flinches at the sudden touch. “Please don’t.” Mikey croaks. Smacking his lips as he sits up and removes his hand from Koko. 

“He’s so hard to get down. Coming here was a last resort.” 

Koko smiles. “Oh, where’s Takemichi?” 

Mikey flops back down. Deciding it isn’t worth getting up. He snuggles deeper into Draken’s pillow. “He’s started working again. The paper work with the lawyers got settled last week and he was able to find a job doing some administrative work.” 

He rubs his hand against Kore’s back. 

Koko scoffs. He turns around to say something to Draken, but hears the shower running. He turns back to Mikey and gets comfortable on the floor. Leaning his cheek against the mattress. 

“How’s it been living with the newly widowed family?” 

Before replying Mikey reaches his hand toward Koko, Koko grabs it and Mikey pulls slightly to get Koko to move onto the bed. Koko stands up and lays on top of the covers. He lays his head on the other pillow, looking at Mikey with Kore asleep between them. 

“Want more omegas in your bed, Mikey?” Koko jokes. Keeping his hands cupped with MIkey’s. 

“I annoy Draken, but I’m not crazy enough to touch you.” Mikey’s thumb caresses the back of Koko’s hand. 

“You’re touching me now?” Koko’s smile widens as he teases Mikey. 

“So I am.” Mikey chuckles. He sobers up a bit to answer Koko’s earlier question. “It’s been interesting. Takemichi blends right in with our family. We went to Shin and Wakasa house for their daughter’s seventh birthday party and all of the kids loved him. Kore stayed on my lap because Takemichi spent most of the time in the bounce house with the kids.” 

Koko doesn’t say anything for a while. 

“I know this sounds wrong, but now that Atsushi is gone. I feel like Takemichi has been happier. Like his smile seems to have that warmth it used to have.” Said Koko. 

Mikey nods in agreement. He hasn’t been wanting to bring up the obvious shift in happiness, but he just hopes it’s because Mikey is being a good Alpha and not because he hasn’t been a good friend and missed a lot of signs for the past few years. 

“I’ve been scent marking him again.” 

Koko shows some teeth. “Wow, I remember when I met Takemichi in graduate school and he always came to class smelling like you. Was a shock to know that you guys were not together.” 

Mikey pulls his hand away from Koko to flung it over his eyes. “Eh, don’t remind me. Mistuya always had a field day about it.” 

Koko moves his hand to join the other under the pillow. “Remember when you and Sanzu were dating.” Koko chuckles. 

“And then he dumped me when he realized he was aromantic. He thought his loyalty to me was love, but it was just admiration.” 

“Still a good attack dog. I gave him a raise recently.” 

“That’s good. He fosters a bunch of pets. He needs the money.” 

They both turn their heads when the door opens. Draken walks back into his room. A towel around his waist. 

He waves at Mikey and walks over to kiss Koko’s cheek again. 

“You’re going to ignore me Ken-chin?” Whines Mikey. 

Draken breathes deeply before leaning over the bed and kissing Mikey’s cheek as well.

“Yay! Now kiss Kore.”

“Mikey…” He starts. 

“Please. Everyone in this home deserves Draken’s love. Even Koko agrees.” 

Draken looks at Koko. He’s cheerfully nodding his head. 

Pulling back slightly, he drops a soft kiss onto Kore. Who wiggles a bit and opens his eyes to blink at Koko, Koko waves, but Kore rubs his face into the pillow before turning around and going back to sleep. 

“Can I get dressed now?” Said Draken walking over to his closet. Draken hears them speaking to him but he ignores it to get dressed. 

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Takemichi is at work when he gets an alert with a picture of Mikey and Kore sleeping together. A smile appears on his face, glad that he has another picture to add to his Kore and Mikey collection. 

Placing his phone back down, he continues to type away at his computer. Thinking of what he should say to the manager of their Kyoto division. They need more workers out there and Takemichi will be in charge of who will go out there and help. 

He decides the back and forth of an email isn’t enough and decides to send an email about setting up a Zoom conference call. While waiting for a reply, he looks around the office. Happy to be back at work. The employees have been so kind so far, he’s known some of them for a while and glad to get to know them better on a deeper level. 

He looks out of the window. The garden below is lush and gorgeous. He thinks he’ll have lunch there today. The more he stares, the more his mind drifts back to his past. 

During this last month at Sano's. He didn’t realize how much emotional weight he had been carrying for the past few years. 

His life with Atsushi wasn’t all sparkles and rainbows. He’s known Atsushi before he met Mikey and Toman and he’s always felt connected to his red-headed friend turned lover. Hinata knew him just as long and was the only one who knew the truth about their household. 

There were good and bad days, but when the bad started to outweigh the good, he started to learn more about the secret life that his husband was leading. He knew he needed a change. 

He hopes HInata is in the office today. He’ll need to notify her of this Zoom call as well and to see if she wants to join in. 

A knock alerts him from his thoughts. He sees his assistant through the glass. He waves her in. 

She walks in. 

“Hello Mr. Hanagaki. Do you have any reports I can give to manufacturing?” She stands to the side of his desk. 

“Oh yes. Hold on.” He opens up his drawer and puts out different files. His assistant makes an amused noise and he looks up at her in question. 

“Ah, I see you use the LINE 24 collection from Sephora. I use it too whenever I go to anime conventions. That stuff is sweatproof and it covers all of my acne scars.” She says cheerfully and raises a hand to her face. It’s true, he doesn’t see a single spot on her face. 

Takemichi forgot that it was in his drawer and looked down at the bottle. It’s almost empty. “I-I do love that line.” 

“How long have you been wearing it? If you want to save money, I know a few dupes that have a similar formula.” She continues. 

Takemichi involuntarily twitches when a shiver goes up his spine. He nods at her. 

“Excellent. I’ll email it to you.” She smiles. 

Grateful to have found the report, he politely hands it to her. 

“Thank you, Miss Rose.” He says. Putting the files back into his drawer. 

She nods at him and strides back out into the hallway. The door closed behind her. He watches her through the glass and once she is out of sight, he opens his drawer back up. He grabs the empty bottle and throws it into the trash. 

I need to cancel my membership. 

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Chifuyu is gripping the sheets.

Hard. 

His pussy is being pounded by his husband. The evidence of their love making is smeared all around this bed. His pussy won't stop leaking even though he has orgasmed twice already. 

Baji hasn't come once. 

Fuck. 

The constant and verocious hip thrusts from behind kept sending him higher and higher. He doesn't know if he can orgasm again. He's getting tired, but he refuses to tell his lover to stop. 

His cheek is against the sheets. Fist tightens whenever Baji slowly drags his cock out to the tip and does small pumps at his entrance. 

"Don't be quiet." His husband cooed. He can hear his amusement. 

Chifuyu didn't even realize he was stiffulling his moans. His mind was focused only on being used like a rag doll by his spouse. 

He can't even find words to respond, so he hiccups. Tears in his eyes. He's so sensitive. 

He feels Baji pause. Bending down, to kiss his favorite spot on Chifuyu's back. A similar tattoo to Baji's to show his spousal status in Toman.  Feeling even more revved up as he remembers the day he got it. Baji always kisses it when Chifuyu is near exhausted. For him to remember he is owned. 

Kazutora tattooed his back. He did it in their living room, with Baji walking in often from checking on their first newborn. 

When he was done. Chifuyu continued to lay on the tattoo table, feeling cosy from the warmth of the sun radiating through their tall windows. He thanked Kazutora and Baji soon walked back in. 

He felt Baji stand next to the table he was lying on. Using his finger to trace the perimeter of his new tattoo. 

Chifuyu shivered. Eyes closed. His head was laying sideways in his forearms. 

The touch soon left him and he thought he heard some mumbling over him. Kazutora was shirtless whenever he tattooed someone. His black gloves and slacks were his uniform. 

He got jolted when he felt a dick on his lips. Opening his eyes, he saw the familiar cock of his husband's. Baji pulled his pants down just under his cock, and Chifuyu instinctually granted his husband entrance. 

Then he felt a hand on his butt. 

"You game Chifuyu?" Said his husband. Stroking his fingers through his Chifuyu's mullet. 

At the same time, gloves hands were slowly pulling his pants down. 

All he could do was moan as a reply. 

Getting fucked in both ends over a portable tattoo table never felt so good. 

They still don't know if Kazutora or Baji is the father of their second child and no one really cares. Baji's name is on the birth certificate and Kazutora is alway around anyways. 

Kazutora was aromantic, and didn't want to commit to a relationship with them. He has his own room in their house whenever he visits though and he taught the kids to call him some foreign word for father. 

Coming back to the present when he heard his husband speak to him. 

"Want to have another man's kid?" Baji's face was on his neck. Gnawing on their bond mark. 

"B-aby." He whined out. Baji strong hips were fucking him so deep from behind. Baji's hand found its way to grasp Chifuyu's throat. 

"The leader of Toman perhaps?" He growled. 

Chifuyu was panting.  

Mikey's? He can't remember the last time he heard about Mikey even thinking a relationship, let alone fucking someone.

"You and him would have the most gorgeous child." A hard snap. "Shit." Baji sounded winded. He kept their hips close, the tip of his cock giving a strong kiss to his g-spot. 

Chifuyu felt his own eyes roll back, coming again for the third time. The spot under his cheek was soaked with his drool. "Kei." He moaned out. 

The hand left his throat, and Baji pulled back and out. Using his inhumane strength to effortlessly flip Chifuyu onto his back. 

He slid back in. No resistance. 

"I got you Fu." He whispered. Bending down again to lazily kiss his husband. Rubbing his hand along Chifuyu's face. Coating his hand with his lover's spit. 

Baji changed his pace after that, moving slowly. In and out. In and out. 

"You got any strength left in you?" Said Baji. 

Chifuyu honestly didn't know. But he must have nodded from Baji's reply. 

"Scratch my bond mark? Dig into it like you know I like it." He licked into Chifuyu's limp mouth. 

With a shuttering inhale he found some strength. He started on the elbow and moved his hand onto Baji's shoulder. 

Just that light touch alone was making Baji shiver over him. 

Using his manicured nails, he dug all five into his lover's shoulder. 

"Harder baby." Baji moved one of his hands up to rub his thumb on Chifuyu's milk filled buds.  

Pressing further he saw some blood trail down Baji's shoulder and a dribble hit Chifuyu's own nipple. 

"Yes." Baji chanted and hissed when he finally unloaded into Chifuyu.

Chifuyu gladly took the load into his well used pussy. 

Their mouths were swallowing each other's deep inhales and exhales. Their sweat mingled. Eyes closed as Baji cupped Chifuyu's face. 

"Fuck, I love you." Baji's hoarse voice said. 

Baji was used to this routine after a long period of sex. He felt Chifuyu's body go limp under him. 

His blonde spouse had promptly passed out. 

The next morning after dropping their oldest off at school, in the car Chifuyu decided to bring up last night. 

"You want me to fuck Mikey?" Chifuyu said in the passenger's seat. Their last two kids were with the nanny today. So they planned to spend some time alone before Baji went to work. 

Hands on the steering wheel. "Um, if Mikey was into that. Maybe, but it's a joke we had together from a recent group chat." Baji chuckled. 

Chifuyu rolled his eyes. Enough family events and bbqs together had made him immune to the group's antics. 

"You can check my phone if you want a good laugh." He nodded to his phone sitting in the cup holder between them. 

Chifuyu did a 'why not' shrug and grabs the phone to open up his husband's messages. 

Baji was thankful they were at a stop light when Chifuyu yelled. 

"Mikey wants to get Takemichi pregnant?!"

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Mikey sneezed as he entered the Toman tower. 

"Don't get your germs on me." Said Izana from his spot next to Mikey. 

Mikey used the hand he just sneezed into and threaded it through his brother's hair when he got a bit of distance in front of him. 

Izana froze and grabbed the strains that Mikey just touched. Turning around slightly, "Don't drink anything, Mikey." He detachedly warned. 

Mikey continued walking passed and winked at his brother in response. 

"Poison me and I'll let Jushi sleep in your bed next time he's babysitting with grandpa." Pressing the elevator button. 

Ding

Izana tried to grab Mikey's throat, but Mikey side stepped it as they walked into the elevator. 

"I hate that fucking brat." Izana mumbles. Leaning against the elevator wall. "He's three and still not potty trained." 

Mikey chuckled. "You're his favorite uncle though." Loving Izana's misery. 

"Emma needs to get her priorities together. Just because she can't have more kids doesn't mean that that one needs to be spoiled." Said Izana. Adjusting his white jacket. 

He looked at Mikey who was in another oversized hoodie. It must be Shin's or Draken's. They had a meeting that they needed to be prepared for. The new owner of Valhalla wanted to meet with them for some reason. 

Renegotiate old documents. 

Mikey waved him off. "Jushi is fine. A mess." He pointed. Arching an eyebrow. "But fine." 

The door opened. Leaving out they turned right toward their meeting room. 

"Put that kid in my bed and I'll cut your hair while you're sleeping." Mikey knew he was always vulnerable when he slept. Last week Izana dragged him to his room by his ankle and he didn't move once. 

He woke up wondering why there was lint in his hair and Izana said it was Kore. 

"No!" He paused to stomp his foot. "Then Kenny won't do my hair anymore." 

Izana grabbed Mikey's nose between his knuckles. "Then we're even." 

Mikey reluctantly nodded. 

Izana let go and they walked past two more doors and walked into the meeting room. 

Izana opened up the door, letting Mikey walk through first. Mikey stopped mid-step when someone spoke to him. 

Pink hair was out of the corner of his eye. He turned. Seeing a familiar and surprising face. 

Cheerful Hinata. Hair perfectly cut with a blue dress sat on the other side of the table. Files and a laptop were in front of her. 

"Hello Sano-san." 

Mikey didn't know how to respond and didn't. He walked to the seat directly across from her. Izana stood behind him leaning against the wall. 

"You own Valhalla?" Mikey's first words to her. 

She smiled and shook her head. "Oh no, I was hired as a liason or mediator until the owner officially moved to Tokyo." 

"Last I heard, you were a school teacher, how'd you end up in gang business." He let out a humorless laugh. "I remember you slapping me in college when Mitchy and I first became friends." 

Her shoulder dropped. Getting into a more casual posture. "That was then and things have changed. I was offered this position and." She shrugged. "Kids are boring." 

Izana snorted. 

"What is the owner's name?" 

He watched Hinata's eyes quickly shift to Izana then back to her paperwork. "He would rather I not say. He will be in town next week."

"Then why not meet then?" Mikey crossed his arms. Tilting the chair back slightly. 

She tapped something on her laptop. 

Mikey squinted his eyes. 

"Are you recording this?" Said Izana. Walking closer to the table. Placing his hands down and leaning over them. 

Hinata pulled her laptop back slightly. "Yes." She said politely.

Mikey rested his hand on Izana's. "And you didn't think to tell us?" Izana said. Flipping his hand to cup Mikey's. 

Hinata watched their interaction. She's known them since college and their intense stare is usually never directed at her. 

She knew getting into this business, she'd deal with some assholes, but this was territory that sent some fear down her body. 

Taking a deep breath, and letting out a shuttering exhale. She didn't see a point in hiding her fear. That's what her boss told her. The Sanos know what kind of hold they have on the underworld. 

She just kept the reason she was doing this in her mind. "Yes, m-my boss asked me too." 

Mikey smiled. So did Izana. 

She saw Izana grip a gun that came out from under the table. 

She remembers being told to check the area before being alone with the Sanos. She quickly tapped a button on her laptop again before the gunshot rang in the room. 

She screamed as her laptop exploded next to her. Gripping her hair. She was surprised she wasn't crying. 

Would she die? No, no, she had Takemichi as a shield. But that didn't stop them from torturing her if needed. 

What kind of gun was that?!

Still holding his brother's hand, Izana brought the gun to Mikey's face, he blew out the smoke it left behind. 

Mikey then took it from his brother's hand. Lazily shaking it around in his hand as he spoke his next words. "If your boss wants to work with us. Never hold information when doing business." 

He pointed the gun at Hinata. He watched her flinch.  "Lives are at stake." He said mockingly. 

Then shook the gun toward the door. "Please leave, tell your boss we will meet next week or whenever he is ready. I'll be kind and keep the current negotiations set until then." 

Hinata hurriedly put everything in his bag. Even the pieces of the laptop. She bowed, her body shaking as she did it.  

She felt the creepy eyes of the brothers while waking to the door. Before turning the knob, Izana said "I heard your fiance was MIA. Sorry to hear about that." He said lazily. Letting go of Mikey's hand and straightening his back. 

He watched her tighten her grip on her bag. 

"Thank you for your time Sano-sans." And she walked out. 

Izana finally sat down. Tapping on the table as he looked at his brother. "Want to order something?" 

Mikey pulled his phone out. "Pah and Kazutora are on their way over. Order some Katsudon and Dorayaki." 

Izana nodded and grabbed his phone as well. "Fuck!" 

Mikey turned his head. "What?" 

"Kakucho put money in my account again." He groaned. But his face was red. 

Mikey rolled his eyes. "Wow, it sucks to be given money by someone who loves you." Lacing his voice with sarcasm. 

He flicked Mikey's cheek. "Don't be mean." 

"Don't be stupid." Mikey muttered back, rubbing his cheek. 

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Takemichi finally got to the grocery store. He dropped Kore off at the daycare and he had to wait until Mikey left for work. 

He's been sick for the last week and he just prays it isn't what he thinks it is. It cannot be what he thinks it is. 

His life has finally been more joyful since living with the Sanos. 

He sold his house, and moved most of Kore's stuff into their shared space on the Sano estate. Spending more time with Mikey has been nice.

Being scented again like back in college has made him so nostalgic. More play dates with Chifuyu. He hadn't realized how he had been isolating himself from his loved ones. 

Atsushi's family has been trying to contact him to see Kore, but honestly he doesn't want to see his ex-in laws. He'll share his son on the holidays, but he could use a break from anything Atsushi related. 

Mikey has been respectfully keeping his distance like always, and they haven't slept in the same bed together without Kore between them. 

As an omega he refuses to make the first move, if there is even a move to be made. 

He sighed. 

Walking down the medical aisle, he saw cough syrup. He grabbed one that had blue liquid in it that he remembered was reviewed well on Amazon. 

Next to it was the pregnancy test. 

He shook his head. 

Was it worth the risk? If he was, was he early enough to abort it? 

He can't take the test at home. Maybe he can do it at work or with Hinata. 

"Well well, a little mouse I've found." 

Turning to his left, he saw Hanma. His eyes widened. He didn't think he'd ever see the man again since Kisaki was killed. 

Takemichi ignored him and walked to the cash register. 

He heard footsteps behind him following him and then an object tapping his back while he stood in line. 

"Don't forget this." 

A pregnancy test fell into his hands when Hanma pushed it over his shoulder. 

"I don't want it." Said Takemichi. Taking a step forward. 

"I think you do." Hanma laughed. "Bet you're scared to bring it into the Sano home." 

Takemichi continues to ignore him. He was about to open up his wallet to pay when Hama handed the money to the cashier and pointed to the pregnancy test. "This too."

The worker nodded. 

They waited in silence as the products were rung up. 

Takemichi said his thanks when he grabbed the bag from the worker. 

He tried to quickly walk out to put distance between Hanma and him, but the man followed closely behind. A hand grabbed him once he was outside. 

"Fucking stop!" 

Takemichi did stop. He gave Hanma a hard look. The man had glasses on and a sweater that looked familiar. 

"Just come to my apartment. You can take your test there." Hanma suggested. 

Takemichi shook his head. 

Hanma's manic grin dropped a bit, "Please, I'm just trying to help. I have my reasons." 

"It's hard to believe." 

"It's hard to believe myself, but we all do things when inspired." He bent a little closer to Takemichi. "Right Hanagaki?" That wide smile showing all 32 teeth. 

It always creeped him out, but he hated to admit he knew what he meant. "Alright, and you better feed me." He said. Following behind Hanma when he started to walk toward his car.

They got in and closed the door. Hanma started up the engine.