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It's two years later and rare night off for the new parents. How do they spend it? Doing what they do best, of course.
“Haitham, you followed me around for weeks, how does that not make you the perpetrator of our relationship?”
“Oh really? And who’s the one who couldn’t keep their hands off me?”
Kaveh claims that after their heat-rut week, he absolutely did not pursue the alpha. Alhaitham claims the omega was jealous and territorial. Blah, blah, blah. Tighnari’s fed up. Cyno’s fed up too. The two roll their eyes, at their wits end over this argument.
“Babe.”
“Hm?” Cyno grunts.
“I have an idea.”
-Kaveh-
“Nari? Cyno? What are we doing here?”
The pair is shuffled through the quiet halls of the Akademiya and into a small room they’ve never been in. TV monitors line the main wall casting the dark room in a wash of blue light. Cyno sits Alhaitham in the chair on the right, and Tighnari sits Kaveh in the one on the left.
“We love you both dearly,” Nari starts.
“But we are sick–”
“And tired” Cyno chimes.
“Of this gods forsaken argument between the two of you.”
Alhaitham looks around with careful eyes.
There’s a few taps to the keyboard before a folder is displayed on the screen containing locked CCTV files from the Akademiya’s security system. Kaveh stares in disbelief for a moment as Cyno types in a password. What exactly are they planning to–
“Personally, I couldn’t care less about who stole who’s heart–”
“Lucky I don’t have you both cardiac arrest-ed,” Cyno says with way too much bravado.
They all stare at him with blank expressions. Was this all some big joke?
“Like I was saying…I was going to save this for your anniversary but it's time to finally put this argument to bed,” the omega smirks.
“You’re both scholars,” Cyno says crossing his arms, “here’s your data.”
The folder contains dozens of files, the Mahamatra clicks the first one titled ACADEMIYA_CCTV_SCRIBEOFFICE . There's a still image of Alhaitham slumped in his chair with his head thrown back, his cheeks flushed, and his hands much too low.
A blush creeps up Kaveh’s neck and twisted desire blooms in his gut.
"What–what is this?"
There's panic. Definite panic, but there's also something else. The alcohol from their night out is still warm in his veins and has his body honest and shifting uncomfortably.
The play button rests right on the still image of Alhaitham's abdomen and suddenly the room is too quiet, too small, and way too hot.
"Don't worry," Nari coos as he and Cyno begin to walk out the door, "these files are locked under the General Mahamatra and will be deleted after tonight. No one has seen them and no one ever will."
Just as the forest watcher is about to exit he stops and locks eyes with them both.
"Your deadline for this thesis is tonight. No ifs, no ands, no buts."
Kaveh's heart suddenly feels like thunder in his chest. The date of the file is almost two years ago, the day he went into heat. The day everything went to hell and then to heaven.
"And if we choose not to watch?" Alhaitham cocks his head slightly in amusement at the image of himself on the screen.
"Oh, something tells me you will." Cyno's voice floats out of the room and the door slowly begins to close.
Why couldn't they just keep their mouths shut?? Anxiety is stuck in his throat as his mate eyes his blush with a knowing smirk before reaching forward to click play.
Damn. it. all.
...
-Alhaitham-
Out of all the things he thought they'd find themselves doing tonight, this certainly wasn't one of them.
He knows exactly what this video is and the dirty deeds it'll show, but there's a dark excitement brimming in him at the way Kaveh is flushed and embarrassed, squirming in his seat and avoiding eye contact. If nothing else, their friends were right. They needed to arrive at a mutual conclusion on the topic after all this time and well, this was certainly a memorable way to do it.
He knows what went down this day. Knows the extremes his body was driven to because of Kaveh's scent. He's not embarrassed by it in the least. He's not particularly interested in watching himself--but getting to watch his mate react? Watch that perfect blush encompass his entire body? It's this thought that has him reaching forward to click the play button.
"Wait! J-just, archons--we don't have to, Haitham."
There's already a beautiful flush to that perfect neck as Kaveh averts his attention from the screen again and again, but his eyes always come back to the still image, too curious to keep away for long. The alpha smirks. His mate is always dishonest in the beginning, but he can tell. He can tell that the squirming is because his already tight pants are now tighter than before. He sees how those scarlet pupils dilate and haze a bit at the image on the screen, at the way he licks those perfect pink lips without even realizing. Alhaitham is very familiar with the telltale signs of want from his omega, but, as always, he gives him a way out.
"Uncomfortable?" It not a challenge but Kaveh narrows his eyes anyway.
"Obviously! Are you not...," his omega trails off halfway when he finally notices that emerald gaze on his groin.
And when that gaze flicks back up, accompanied by the ghost of a smirk, Kaveh can't help but swallow as he crosses his legs, exposed by his own honest body.
"No, my omega, I'm not embarrassed." The words are a little hazy with the building lust in the room but the scribe gets his point across. The ball is in the blonde's court.
They stare at each other for a moment. Prolonged, desire-filled silence fills the air between them. It speaks magnitudes. Alhaitham is his, in every shape, every way, and every form. Even in this forbidden-feeling kind of way, he'd never withhold any of himself from his mate. Kaveh can feel it, all the spinning emotions and desires through their bond. The flush deepens from his neck to his ears, cheeks, and even shoulders. Gods, this way already more than worth it.
"Come here, my light."
He knew his omega might need some...encouragement and safety to let himself enjoy this experience to its fullest. To be honest, Alhaitham himself was eager for what was to come.
With minimal defiance, the blonde makes his way over, taking his usual seat on the alpha's lap. A bit of surprise and arousal flows through the bond when the omega feels his mate's hard on through their clothes, but a large hand keeps his gaze steady on the screen ahead as the still image spurs to life.
...
-Kaveh-
It's Alhaitham. His Alhaitham.
But not.
It's a version of him that's not Kaveh's mate, not his alpha--not even his friend.
It's an Alhaitham that's yet to touch or taste him, love or mate him. It's one that can only see, only watch, only want. And yet, now Kaveh is the watcher. A secret onlooker into something he was never meant to see.
A chill dances down his spine as he leans back slowly into his mate’s chest, into warmth and safety amidst these conflicting feelings. Half lidded eyes watch as the scribe on screen groans deeply, veiling his eyes with a hand as he breathes in deeply over and over.
My scent, Kaveh realizes.
Pleasure shoots both ways through the bond. His alpha clearly remembers, skimming his nose along the plane of the omega’s neck. A large hand grips his jaw softly, angling it his face just slightly to press warm lips to his sensitive scent gland. Kaveh mewls quietly in his throat as he watches on, unable to deprive himself for even a second.
He watches as the Alhaitham on screen slips a hand south and grinds into it, as his head of ash grey tendrils slumps backward in pleasure. He watches as the alpha slowly loses his restraint, undoing his pants and letting that thick, long length spring free. It’s swollen and aching and Kaveh grinds into the very same clothed one below him. It makes him heady with intensifying want.
He can feel a small dribble of slick slide down his thigh. This must be a kind of hysteria to feel shame so keenly, only for it to amplify the lust coursing through his veins. And of course that his alpha knows--is watching him watch it-- has an effect on Kaveh that he didn’t know or expect it could have. A power and powerlessness that makes him confused and compliant, aroused and embarrassed. It turns his bones to jelly and his mind into pleasured mush.
The Alhaitham below him is grinding against his clothed hole, sending sparks of pleasure through both their bodies. The Alhaitham on screen is groaning and panting while he fucks his fist. Kaveh's eyesight blurs at the sight of it, an Alhaitham so out of control, spiraling because of him. Gods, it felt so dirty to watch, so dirty to like.
"Before this day, I'd never come so close to a true rut." His alpha's voice is low in his ear, his breath tickling the sensitive skin.
"They'd all been muted, only small inconveniences that lasted for a hazy hour or two."
Kaveh squirms as he listens to the low words in his ear, shallow pants filling the silence between his mate's words. All the while, he never takes those crimson eyes off the screen.
"Doctors said all my tests were normal, above average even." The words are punctuated with a slow lick to his scent gland. A shiver of white hot desire runs down his spine.
The familiar story feels so different in this context. Dirty in a way he couldn't explain.
"Then I smelled you Kaveh, and my body felt like it woke up for the first time. Suddenly, because of you," the alpha whispers, voice impossibly lower, "I became a slave to pleasure and desire. I became a person I didn't know I could be and I craved you before I even knew your name."
A big, warm hand slides up his abdomen to his painfully tight nipples, giving them a firm twist.
"Haitham--" its a mewl and a groan, a deep animalistic noise of pure ecstasy and delirium. The sound of his omega.
The sensations feel like heaven and hell. Too much. Not enough. But its the way the alpha on the screen groans 'Kaveh' at the same time that has his him throbbing and slick gushing from his hole. Then finally, Alhaitham palms the blonde's aching hardness and a retched kind of moan escapes him. It felt like there was two, two of his mate, two of his voice, two of his presence. Every sensation felt doubled and unbearably, overwhelmingly good.
"But even then, I'd never lost control. I suffered with a full presence of mind." His alpha lightly sucks the warm flesh above his mating gland and a large hand begins to undo the ties of his pants.
"Seeing your face only once supplied my filthy fantasies for two years." Flashes of dirty images come through the bond. A younger Alhaitham and a younger Kaveh in the dirtiest positions and places. He sees himself getting fucked on a bed in a dorm he's never been in, sees himself deepthroating the alpha under a table in the House of Daena--
Kaveh's eyes squeeze shut as his length is suddenly freed, his head lolling to the side on his mate's shoulder as he melts into the delicious sensation of being stroked firm and slow, mind still whirling with fantasy after fantasy.
"Don't turn away."
Kaveh pants as the hand on his cock picks up the pace, while the hand gripping his jaw turns crimson eyes back toward the video. His alpha is now chanting his name with a deeply flushed face. Pleasure flushed features tighten with strain as the Alhaitham on the screen becomes frantic for release. Kaveh watches, entranced at the absence of restraint--embarrassed to witness something so filthy and private like this. But he can't stop watching. Only he gets to see this. Only he gets to watch his alpha this way. His climax coils in his gut quickly at the thought.
"But this day, the day I smelled you in heat, was the closest I came to losing control."
It's hard to focus with his cock being stroked in perfect time with the cock grinding against his ass. It's hard to be anything but depraved as he's made to watch the video in front of him, his not-yet-alpha bucking his hips into his thrusts with eyes squeezed shut and a nose still high in the air to smell even a whiff of the omega. He's close. Kaveh knows he's close, knows every tell of the alpha's before he's going to come.
"I-It was your fault, ah--" the omega tries to get out between pleasured cries. He's a squirming, whimpering mess in the alpha's lap.
The Alhaitham in his ear breathes a small laugh before taking the soft skin of his lobe into a warm mouth. A moan shakes from Kaveh at all the stimulation.
"Who's fault is it then that I had to come 5 more times after this just to be able to sleep?"
Gods. Kaveh feels his orgasm on the precipice of breaking and he knows his alpha knows. Another pinch of his nipple has the blonde crying out loudly, about to break. This was all too much, too shameful--perverted. Gods, it was too fucking good.
"I almost chased you down that day Kaveh. And instead of watching me lose my mind right now, we'd be watching ourselves fuck like animals in front of the entire Akademiya."
And it's that prospect, that dirty notion of being debased like that in public, that has Kaveh tipping over the edge and into the alpha's hand.
The Alhaitham on screen groans deep as he finally cums on his paperwork, books, and pens. Kaveh's name is still on his lips as a shaky breath escapes him. The omega watches through pleasured haze as the alpha is still hard and aching in his hand, and more cum and slick gush out of him at the sight.
Maybe he doesn't care anymore who started it all,
only that it never ends.