Shinsou must smell the agression coming off Kiri in the air. He slowly lowers his phone from his ear. "Hey. Kirishima. What's..." He trails off, his tired eyes, widening. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He shouts, just as Eijirou lunges for him.

/ALPHA MATED HIM./

And /why/? Why was he listening his omega?

WHERE was his common sense?

Why couldn't he string together any sentences other than *kill him, kill him, kill him* and *my mate, my alpha, mine*

Ei watches himself like he's having an out of body experience. He can hear his claws on the concrete as he rushes toward Shinsou but he doesn't remember kicking off his crocs. He knows he's growling, can feel it in his chest, but he's not aware he's telling his body to do so.

He wants to taste Shinsou's blood.

He wants to hear him scream.

Instantly Shinsou tosses his phone away. "FUCK!" He shouts, as it slides across the pavement. His fingers jerk up to his neck and tear into the bandages.

His neck looks fucking AWFUL, ravaged, raw, and still bleeding.

Wait. That's not a mating bite. His scent glands are clean--

The scent of cloves surrounds Kirishima until he chokes. Shinsou is a Beta, a stupid Beta. So why is his scent so fucking dominating? Why is Eijirou unable to breathe, to think--

"Get. Back." Shinsou demands.

And... yeah. Yeah. He needs to step back.

Kirishima's Omega howls in a way that has to be pain as they take a step backward.

/Warning. Don't get close./

Shinsou's scent is invasive, it's all consuming.

But it's not pleasant, or heady, and it certainly doesn't make Kirishima want to fuck him.

It's absoutley nothing like what Katsuki's makes him feel.

Which is good. Great even, because while Kirishima's Omega forces them to take several steps back he can realize he MAY have been about to act very stupid.

Shinsou doesn't even know Katsuki. It would make no sense. He's clearly covered in... a very believable imitation of Alpha.

Gods, was he really going to attack his friend and neighbor for no reason?

"There ya go," Shinsou says, eyes still on Eijirou while he heads hunched over in the direction of his phone.

He's trying for nonthreatening, docile.

Kirishima's Omega demands they rip his throat out.

"Sorry man." Kirishima shouts out, before turning and BOLTING back towards his apartment.

It's not safe for him to be out right now.

At least not until he can get his Omega under control.

×××××××

"Can I say something completely irrational and unwanted?" Kaminari asks from his perch, drapped over the arms of Kirishima's red recliner that he had to "help" the blonde drag in the bedroom. (ie move in the bedroom completly by himself thanks to no help from denki.)

"Is there anyway to stop you?"

"Nah."

Kirishima sighs. "Alright, hit me."

Kaminari pushes the manga he's reading down until it flops on the floor beside his limp hand. He looks over at Kirishima, eyes roaming over his sprawled out form on the mattress.

His gaze briefly shoots to the headboard before he sighs loud and exaggerated. "This is highkey stupid."

Kirishima sputters. "THIS WAS YOUR IDEA."

Kami shrugs. "Yeah, but I didn't realize how taxing it would be for ME." With a groan, he stands and cracks his neck. "Could we have made the cord longer?"

"The cord" as Kami put it was about a foot of shibari rope around each of his wrists to fasten him to the headboard.

"YOU SAID THIS IS ALL THE ROPE YOU HAD."

"IT IS. I'm just saying I could phone up Mina for some more! You know she has a ton!"

Suddenly, Kirishima wishes he could pinch the bridge of his nose. "Why do I listen to you?!"

"Eiiiii," he whines pitifully. "I'm getting bored waiting for you to have the need to piss so I can untie you. I wanna watch tv. Can you bring the tv in here? Pretty please?"

Oh god, why did he call KAMINARI.

"Plus this is better than T's plan."

True. Tetsu had thought the solution to Kirishima... uh... ferally horny... problem was to work out until he dropped.

After three straight days of dead lifts, running what felt like hundreds of miles, burpees, a whole day of leg exercises, more cardio, and wall squats Kirishima had been ready to just die to solve his horny problem instead.

The thing was he STILL felt the urge to find Katsuki in his blood. Even as his legs collasped under him.

"Doesn't make it a good plan," Kirishima grumbles back.

But... fine. He could benefit from some mindless tv, too.

"Fine. Untie me. I want a snack anyway."

Kaminari hops to him, smiling his pelasure at getting what he wanted as he quickly unties knots too intricate for Kiri to decipher.

"I dunno how effective this is." He says absently. "I tied you at what... 9 this morning? It's now 4pm and you've been restrained for a total of.... 40 minutes."

FORTY MINUTES?!??!

WHY DID IT FEEL SO MUCH LONGER?!?!?

"YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KEEPS UNTYING ME."

As stupid as Kaminari's fucking plan was.... it was... sort of necessary.

Something was wrong with Kirishima and it was increasingly becoming more difficult. A couple of days ago the urge to leave his apartment had CONSUMED him.

He wasn't able to fight it. His Omega was whining in his head. His body was moving on it's own.

He walked around the city for seven hours. Hoping to encounter a whiff of Katsuki's scent.

WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?

Besides stalkers, perverts, and killers! And Kirishima was NONE OF THOSE THINGS.

But... he NEEDED to smell Katsuki. His smell, his taste... it was all he could think about.

Dream about.

Fantasize about.

They had one clothing exchange to go. Which, as long as Kirishima kept his shit together, was supposed to be tonight after Katsuki got off shift.

At Kirishima house. Near his nest.

....his Alpha needed to see his nest. Needed to scent it, to mark it, to fuck Kiri INTO IT

"Dude. I'm not untying your other wrist." Kaminari suddenly announces, his hands back in his lap. "Not while you're trying to poke my eye out with that tree branch in your pants."

"Sorry," Kirishima whispers, a flush dusting across his face. "I'm good. Really."

"Uh huh." Kaminari says, voice dripping skepticism. "Sure, you are." But he unties Kirishima's other wrist anyway, until he's free (again) and rubbing his wrist.

"I just don't think this normal, man." Denki confesses, with his infinite wisdom. "What did the agency say when you called them?"

"They admitted that the only pill that was /real/ was the birthcontrol. The other pills are just sugar pills."

Kaminari's smile turns to a frown as he slides into the barstool at the kitchen island. "So they really aren't drugging you and him? Ain't fucking with your hormones to make you so horny that you destroy a city?"

"Nope." Kirishima drawls, lips popping on the p as he buries his head in the cool freezer under the guise of looking for a snack. "It's just /him/. And his fucking... his *everything*. He's hit as fuck and smells delicious. I hate him." Kirishima wails, head thunking on ice.

"I can't wait to smell him!"

Which is the /wrong/ thing to say, because instantly Kirishima's got Denki's arm wrenched behind his back, his face slammed into the island, and his sharp teeth hovering over sweat glands flooding with fear.

"Red!" Kami shouts, just as Kiri grates, "He's //mine.//"

Of course it doesn't take but a few seconds for Ei to come to his senses and when he does tears are clogging up his vision. "Shit. Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to--"

When Denki sits up, he cracks his neck, and his smile is still on his face. "Dude. It's fine. T does worse."

"But," he says, abandoning the stool to look in a cabinet. "I think you should move the date of filming. We both know you won't back out. So either you need to fuck him before to get him out of your system or you need to reschedule for *tomorrow*. You're gonna hurt someone bro."

Kirishima didn't want to hurt anyone!

Could he convince Katsuki to move up the production date?

His heat could be triggered if he went off surpressants and blockers for a day or two.

"I'll ask him tonight." He decides

"Uhh you mean I'll ask for you, right? Because I'm not letting him near you. Not when I'm here. I don't particularly wanna watch you guys fuc...." Denki trails off, mischief in his yellow eyes. "Actually, scratch that. I could make thousands."