"Hey!" Naoto shouted, beginning to bang on the door. "What the hell is this!?"
There was no answer on the other side.
With several swears under his breath Naoto pulled out his phone to make a call.
"Wh- No signal?! Tch, what the fuck…!!"
"We're… locked in?" Ren finally spoke up.
Naoto pulled and jimmied at the handle, anger setting in before a cold wash of fear cast over him.
Trapped with Takeshita Akira. How the hell did this happen?
Naoto turned, pointing a harsh finger and a stabbing glare at Ren. "Don't try anything."
Ren just gave him a disgruntled look. 'What would I even do? It's you with the mind control powers here.' Which he didn't even use to try to pull him out, giving more credence to the idea that Naoto's mind control powers had some kind of limitation. Ren tried to remember his encounters with the power, but nothing sprung to mind right away.
But with the way out blocked and means of rescue cut off, time passed. Ren moved to sit on the far end of the room, turning away from and refusing to even look at Naoto directly. Though, Naoto caught his occasional glances from the corner of his eye which he ignored.
A few minutes turned into an hour, soon two.
They sat on the floor in the small room, Naoto constantly checking his phone. He shivered, the cold from the AC settling in. "I'm gonna kill Hirabayashi, damn it. He's in charge of the damn router for the school I bet. He's in charge of everything..."
"W-Why's it s-so c-cold in h-here?" Ren shook, barely putting words together.
Naoto snapped his teeth, seething distainfully at him. "Why do you think? It's for keeping down the body temperature, and keeping people from coming in here to mess around."
"M-Mess a-around, e-ev-veryo-one does th-that i-in th-this s-sc-sch…" Ren failed to finish his sentence. He shivered even more. "I-I d-don't r-rem-member it b-being t-this c-cold b-bef-fore…"
"You were probably in heat before." Naoto scowled, getting annoyed at his chattering teeth. It was a little chilly but it wasn't like it was a freezer in here.
That's when Naoto then remembered. The cold and shivering Ren he pulled out of the lake. What Ryusei had said. Naoto turned away, avoiding eye contact with him.
'Please, it's not like he's going to die because he's a little cold. But why hasn't the signal come back? Two hours is too fucking long, at this point they must have called someone in by now…'
Naoto heard something fall behind him and he glanced over. Indeed, Ren had fallen down onto his side, huddled in on himself and shaking like he was on the highest mountain peak.
Naoto was going to turn away from him again, but he was too slow, and Ren looked up towards him and met his eyes. Some small tears glistened in and he sniffed.
"I-Is this a d-death t-trap? M-Maybe th-the s-school is t-trying to kill us b-both off f-for everything."
"H-Huh? What does that mean?" Naoto didn't get an answer, since Ren had closed his eyes.
Naoto crawled over and shook him. "Are you kidding me? Saying some weird shit like that then trying to fake falling asleep, is it always games with you-"
Naoto flinched back. His hand had grazed his skin, and it was shockingly cold. Too cold.
Dread set in. If this was an actual medical emergency, then…
Naoto banged on the door again. "Hey!! Anyone out there!!? Tch…! Damn it!" Naoto leaned back on the door and scowled, before he started to take off his jacket.
———
As evening came in Masanori was done doing his council work and walked to his dorm, only to sit at his table and do his homework in his room anyway. But getting away from the desk helped him relax. Nothing but the sound of the pencil scratching and the air conditioner blasting away, and he naturally forgot his stresses of the day.
That's when he got a text from Yukihiro, asking what he was doing.
'Does he want to hang out? Give me another half hour…'
Masanori started to text.
- M: What about that mold infested study room renovation?
Yukihiro replied right way, as usual.
- Y: I was hoping you would come to help check it out?
- M: You mean do a bunch of heavy lifting you don't want to?
- Y: ╥﹏╥
- M: Well have you found anything on our conudrum yet?
Said conundrum was Takeshita Akira, but there was never a step too far for being careful. He was asking about the situation with reconnecting with his roommates.
- Y: Still on it. I just recently got into contact with their guard leader actually, but he stopped cooperating when I mentioned Naoto to him.
'Guard?' Masanori thought to himself. 'I didn't know they had their own private guard... No, why would Yuki mention Naoto to them? He's too smart for that. Must be covering for a really stupid blunder...'
- M: Stop messing around and figure out if he's using what I gave him for his heat.
Masanori put his phone back down and kept working.
———
Ren woke up. Finally he was warm. He snuggled in, reminded of his warm bed back in his dorm room.
He then heard a familiar snickering above him. "Just try something, I dare you."
Ren peeked up with a single eye. Through the slit in the cover over him he saw Naoto mean glare pointed up at the ceiling, avoiding his eye. Ren's mind shut down, unable to figure out what was going on. It wasn't until he finally noticed his blanket was actually Naoto's school jacket did he react, jumping up from resting against him. Immediately he was hit with a blast of cold air and sunk to his knees, shivering again.
Naoto grabbed his arm and pulled him over to his side again, placing his jacket back over him. "Stay still damn it, I'm trying to stop you from dying here!"
Those were the wrong words to choose, as it caused Ren to panic even more.
"D-Dying?!" He gasped, and tried to pull away. Naoto pulled him back.
"Yeah, you're fucking freezing! I already decided to help you so don't fight me on this!"
"Of course I'm going to fight you if I'm going to die! Let go of me!" Ren punched him in the chest but it was uselessly weak, so he started flailing his arms at hin instead.
"I never said I was going to kill you!! Fuck: will you stop it already!?"
Naoto's grip suddenly tightened so Ren couldn't escape and Naoto yanked him in, and he fell on his chest. Naoto had to grab him tighter to lock his arms in, and he wasn't happy about it in the slightest.
"Just stay. I'm sure this is exactly what you want, but you try to make anything weird of it I'll make sure you regret it." He threatened.
Ren gave up and leaned into the warmth. It wasn't exactly fun being cold.
Naoto also hated the cold, but hated the growing feeling that had been whelching in his stomach the entire time he'd been stuck there, slowly growing as the minutes ticked by. It was only by holding him so close did that reality forcefully sunk in.
If Takeshita Akira had any chance to do something, he would have done so by now.
He was still convinced he was someone that intentionally enticed trouble, and that he had suspicious relationship to Masanori that had to be severed, but beyond that, there was only confusion. Because even now, nothing had happened. He thought even in this situation Takeshita might create some way to dig under his skin, to be an omega and try to seduce him in with the ways omegas tended to. He wanted to believe that he wasn't just imagining things and that he was a threat to him specifically.
But it was clearer now than ever that wasn't the case. Right now, he was just cold. Finally, he started to believe that there was nothing to fear after all.
Naoto loosened his hands off his back and felt the cold air reach his fingers, plunging down through his skin like it wasn't there and down to his bones. As if he forgot heat and only cold ran through him, if only for a moment of clarity, before he placed them under his jacket for warmth.
'Can't be getting colder... Fear? Who's scared here, you maybe. You worried you're dying is getting to me. I'm not scared of an omega. Scared I'll be tricked, like I'm pretty sure that white haired bastard tricked me into here."
He bit on his slowly chappening lips, biting back a grimace. 'Damn cameras must have seen me go in; if we haven't been found its because he's planning something. I dunno what he's doing but if that smartass thinks he can manipulate me to doing his bidding then he's got another thing coming...'
And just like that Naoto redirected his anger towards someone else, and despite everything he relaxed a little more knowing he could absolutely do something about a rotten log once he eventually got out of there.
As he settled in, Ren relaxed a little more.
Then he smelled something. A husky gentle musk of citrus and brisk ocean waves.
'Hm? Its Naoto's smell, but its not blaring at me trying to smother me. It's so small I can barely smell it… it's not so bad like this.'
He leaned his nose into it, clearing his mind briefly of the awkward position he was in.
Naoto meanwhile, trying to distract himself, had started to play a game on his phone. But, it wasn't long before Naoto smelled pheromones drifting from the omega nestled on him.
Immediately he gritted his teeth, bracing for certain trickery.
But slowly, he stopped and eased up again. The pheromones weren't trying to bombard him, they were gently drifting out. Not an attack at all. Noticing now, it was barely a whiff, even with his string nose. He never thought they could be this weak unless you were old or sick and dying.
Naoto pursed his lips. 'Is he holding back? It can't really really be this weak. How can this be the same guy that went into heat at the gym construction site? It's getting on my nerves...'
Naoto focused on his body against him. He was stiff, clearly from discomfort.
That was the thing; He had to loosen up or his body heat would keep getting lower. If he just eased up, he wouldn't need him and stop needing to cling to him. A win for both of them. So without much thought Naoto combed his fingers through his hair, massaging his head. He was well experienced in forms of Omega care, and he'd never met one that didn't melt from it.
Ren blinked, confused as the hand ran through. "N-Naoto-kun?"
"Relax, little omega. You're too stiff."
Ren didn't understand but accepted, because it was helping. Too well, in fact. His thoughts were chased away and he hummed in his throat a soft groan of pleasure at the touch. Instantly, Naoto smelled a small increase of his pheromones, so he kept going. On habit, a hand trailed down his backside giving him a shiver. Naoto paused. He moved his hand back to his head, keeping his thoughts in order.
But Ren didn't stop. The soft vibrato of his throat against Naoto's chest pushed him onwards again, massaging a hand down his neck and upper spine.
He could feel it, his body heating up. But the scent was still weak.
Naoto kept going. His hands, sliding over the arms of his jacket, making Ren tremble, his hands clutched his shirt again like a gentle hug, and Naoto kept going. His hands moved then under his shirt, making Ren moan, soft and full of longing. He almost didn't notice how his breath had gotten heavy.
Naoto didn't stop. It was strange. He wasn't horny or aching to take it further, it just became hard to stop when he made it so easy to keep going. He didn't once stutter or pull away, not a single vocal reproach. He'd just react, with that sweet scent of his, like strawberries plucked from the bush stringing him along from one stem to the next for the next juicy bite. He was drawn away, by the pure sound of the gripping tone of his voice and the softness of his skin, as the more he went the less he felt his fears. And growing from those were the achings desires he felt buried down coming to light, inch by gnawing inch, swallowing him whole.
There was no holding it back. His own pheromones came out and wafted through the room, while his finger massaged over his stiff body.
As he felt skin Naoto could feel it, even if it was too weak in his scent. Something, begging to be released. A body desperate for it.
Naoto went too far. He pinched one of his nipples, leaning in to place his mouth on the other. Ren loudly gasped and his sleepy look turned to wide eyed surprise, snapped awake from a trance. "W-What are you…? A-Another punishment, here!?"
"Huh? Takeshita-kun, you're…" Naoto's face turned a shade just a little too red to blame on the cold.
Ren pulled away. "This again! You're despicable!"
Naoto recoiled and pulled both hands away. "I… I didn't mean to do that. S- Sit down please." He asked, his voice coming out croaked, all the moisture haven dried away.
"You really are a beast! And I remembered what you said about me causing heats when you use your powers! So is this how you avoid punishment, by torturing me!?"
"Torture? Fuck, listen…"
Suddenly a loud thump came from the door, then like something was lugged away. A few seconds later, it opened.
"Oh my-! How long have you two been in here?!"
It was a teacher. Ren pursed his lips and stomped out the door past them.
"What on earth? Akagi-san?" The teacher called afterwards, but instead knelt down to help the student left behind.
Naoto scowled. He picked up his strewn aside jacket and stormed past the both of them.
'Fuck…!! Fuck all of this...!!!'
It was now evening. Darkness crept over the hills, and Naoto desperately wanted it to swallow him whole.
———
Yukihiro laughed. He leaned back, feeling a job well done. Diverting everyone away for hours, including the persistent Teru that lost the both of them in a well timed emergency text, was some of his best work in a while.
Still, he sighed disapointedly, even through the grin. 'Damn, my timing was a little off. Gave them hours and they clearly needed a little more...'
It didn't go how he wanted, but there was nothing better than seeing the fruits of his labor give such an enriching reaction. He was also disapointed he couldn't get Masanori to come by directly, but he was glad he blew him off. There was something he was missing still, and he needed concrete evidence to sever the thread between them. He needed just a little more.
Through the camera feed, he followed Ren out into the night. Ren stopped on the path, his eyes staring up at the moon with a glassy eyed stare. He then crumpled down and folded his head into his knees, his shoulders visibly quivered against his small bunched form. A ball that wanted to disappear, but remained to face the memory only Yukihiro could only imagine. For a moment he almost wished he did know.
Yukihiro grinned. 'Not ready yet Akira-kun, but I think I finally have you figure out. You'll be a sore memory for the both of us soon.'