I Found What I Was Missing

Chapter 87: Heat, Part 2

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT!

Heat, Part 2

Shoto woke up that following Monday--after spending most of the weekend lazing around together with their entire pack—decidedly feeling a little under the weather, stomach cramping, body aching with a strong craving for something salty or cold soba. He also sort of felt like he wanted to tear someone’s face off.

Admittedly, it wasn’t that bad, he was just a bit grumpier than usual and he assumed it might be because of how generally unwell he felt. He might be getting sick, except, his discomfort worsened over the course of the day, until he had to be sent home because his stomach cramps had gotten so much worse, he could barely walk.

He collapsed onto the sofa, frowning deeply as a low whine left his throat; he really wanted to cuddle. It was as he was laying there that he realised two things, the first being that the house was extremely quiet and the second being that the symptoms he was currently experiencing were because of his pre-heat. He had simultaneously been dreading and looking forward to this for the passed few weeks now, and now that it was here, he could feel his nerves starting to swell in his chest.

He spent a few minutes on the sofa, stewing in his own nervousness before he got up and climbed the stairs all the way up to Touya’s bedroom, hoping to find his brother to cuddle with.
“Touya? Are you up here?” He called as he climbed the last few steps up the ladder into the attic.
“Yeah,” Dabi drawled, turning his head to watch as Shoto finally made it up into his room, laying back in bed to relax, he had been training all day with Gon and was utterly exhausted.

“Can we cuddle?” Shoto asked after glancing around the room, not bothering to wait for a reply as he crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around Touya in a hug, resting his head on his brother’s shoulder.
Dabi blinked down at Sho’s hair, arms hovering over his back for a few moments before dropping down to rest heavily against the younger. “Sure,”

Dabi closed his eyes, laying his head back against the pillows, listening to his baby brother’s steady breathing, his own body growing heavy as sleep started tugging at his conscience.
Shoto started to purr softly, timidly, halting at random and tapering off occasionally before picking back up. It was obvious by the sound that he didn’t purr quite as often as other omega; it was likely something he did so infrequently that it felt like something new entirely when he did do it.

Like he was discovering it for the very first time. It didn’t make it any less comforting or enjoyable to listen to, though it did tug at one’s heart to realise that he never really had a reason to purr in the past before now. Dabi enjoyed the sound, while Shoto’s purring was timid and soft, Denki’s was rather loud and eager, and Killua’s was steady and always comforting. All three fit their personalities and was perfect. It was always a privilege to hear an omega purr.

Dabi’s nose twitched when a sweet smell hit him, half-heartedly sniffing the air. “Hmn, you smell different, Sho,” he murmured, on the cusp of sleep.
Shoto grunted, nuzzling his elder brother’s shoulder. “I’m in my pre-heat,” he replied.
Dabi blinked open his eyes, gazing for a few seconds at the ceiling before he tipped his head forward to look at his brother’s head. “Your pre-heat? Shouldn’t you spending it cuddling and fucking with your mates? Or cuddling with another omega?” He questioned.

Shoto nodded. “That’s true, but Izuku and Katsuki are still at work and Ei went out with Denki and the rest of the Bakusquad for lunch,” he explained, “and I can’t find Killua,” he added pitifully as a particularly painful cramp had him curling in on himself.
Dabi frowned as he listened to the low whine tear through his brother’s throat; he hated seeing his baby brother in so much pain, but there was nothing he could do for him.