ISAGI HAREM

AROMA ~ Honey Lemon (BachiSagi)

Relationship: Bachira Meguru/Isagi Yoichi

Bachira’s lean body pressed up against Isagi’s back as the golden-eyed beauty hugged him
from behind and rubbed cheek to cheek with him. It brought Isagi to a halt in his jogging and he let out a little grunt of surprise.
“Caught you Isagi~!”

Bachira’s breath was hot on his neck and his voice was lilting, playful and victorious.
“Bachira, you’re so embarrassing…”
Isagi huffed and smiled with no heat behind his words, just leaning back into Bachira instead.

Bachira didn’t have the height and stature of most alphas, only slightly bigger than Isagi and lean and tight rather than big and thickly muscled. His scent had the sharp cut of citrus, of freshly sliced lemons, but then a deep dark sweet note of honey. When he was worked up and his ‘monster’ was present, that sweet quality could quickly turn into the smell of burning caramel, too-sweet and acrid. Smelling that you had no doubts of his secondary gender anymore.

Isagi grinned and spun his way out of Bachira’s grip, making the golden-eyed boy have to chase him. They were out on the field, not for a game but for track training, running lap after lap in their cleats. Of course this got them sweaty and hot and worked out a lot of energy and
their scents were running riot nice and strong.

Scent blocking oils and deodorants did a lot to help out when it came to being polite and mannerly with the effects of your pheromones on others, but they had a tendency to get sweat through when under extreme physical exertion.Blue Lock was almost nothing but.

When Isagi’s blockers ran through and he couldn’t re-apply right away, he always preferred sticking close to Bachira. Bachira’s scenting him, whether a product of his physical affection or if he really was quietly doing it on purpose, meant that they didn’t set each other off easily even when they were all worked up like this. They were accustomed to each other’s scents, entwining them as easily as if they had been friends for years and not for less than a month.

Isagi did get bashful and sometimes overwhelmed with Bachira’s torrent of affection both physical and otherwise. The pretty golden-eyed boy trying to feed him by hand or his total lack of body-shame could really get Isagi blushing. He had a strong feeling, though, that it was all because Bachira
never had someone to express himself with so freely. He was a very, very physically affectionate man and was unrestrained in his feelings, but he sometimes came off as never being allowed to express those qualities.

The way that Bachira’s scent could smell so lonely made Isagi rather sad. He really wished they’d met earlier, he could picture the two of them meeting to play soccer in the park, playing at the arcade, having lunch at a cafe, maybe catching a movie… Just doing friend things. Maybe date things, if they clicked. Bachira absolutely was that sweet and exciting.

After their running around and playing and Bachira trying to catch him with dives and clever footwork Isagi would always eventually lose and end up with an armful of Bachira, laughing
as they hit the grass. That would be the sign for them to take a rest finally and Isagi would just indulge himself in using his blueberry-vanilla smell to tangle up with that lemon-honey scent as they snuggled up, not caring how sweaty they both were.

No, not a care in the world about it. Times like this he  never smelled the lonely notes in Bachira’s citrus sweetness and he loved it best that way. He rubbed his throat against Bachira’s and hugged him tight and rolled languidly in the grass, trading who was on top of who, ending up on each other’s sides and then rolling some more. Bachira’s giggles made the omega smile and Isagi would find more ways to bring them out just for fun.

Scenting with Bachira was spontaneous and playful and always welcome. It was also sometimes overwhelming and embarrassing! Still, while Isagi would play and dodge and
dance around, he would never push Bachira away. Even now, sweaty and panting and laughing on the grass, he wrapped his arms around the alpha and tugged him close and Bachira bumped foreheads with him. They gazed into each other’s eyes, grinning.
“Isagiiiii, I hope our monsters get along like this forever.”

“Me too, Bachira… For that, we’re going to have to keep getting better and better, aren’t we?”
Bachira grinned that feral grin and rolled to his feet, then pulled Isagi up.

“Ohhhhh that’s true. Come on, let’s get back to it. Your feet have got to learn to dance like mine you know!” Lemon and blueberry scents swirled around like a storm as they took on the second leg of their run. Isagi and Bachira both felt like the field was disappearing around them and that if
they kept on running forward, together, their run could carry them past all the world.