Paired With Fate

Epilogue

"I'm heading out," Jiro called out from the hallway, followed by Saburo confirming he was as well.  Ichiro chased after them with a flurry of questions;

"Do you have money for lunch?"

"I still have sufficient change from the money that Zandre gave me yesterday," Jiro replied.

"And he topped up my online account!" Saburo confirmed, tying his laces as he sat on the stairs.

"What about umbrellas, I heard it might rain today," Ichiro mentioned, glancing out at an azure and cloudless sky.

"The chance of rain are less than 10% all morning," Jiro pointed out as if he was quoting the forecast of a website, "only reaching a height of 25% between one and two, when both of us are still in school.  Afterwards, the chances of rain are very much insignificant."

"Translation, we don't need one!" Saburo added before following his older brother out of the door.  Outside, a car was waiting for them with a young man of around Jiro's age in the driver's seat.  This was not an uncommon scene over the last few weeks, the youth was the friend that Jiro had made at his school and the young Beta often came to pick them up in the morning.  Ichiro waved them all away with a light smile, before closing the door.

As he turned around, he was greeted by two open arms that wrapped about him and drew him close enough that a more intimate act might be stolen.  Ichiro was kissed to nearly breathlessness, before those plush lips worked their way to his neck and began the pleasurable task of leaving a new mark upon the tender, white skin.  However, Ichiro's braincells were not so starved of oxygen as to completely deprive him of his senses.  He slapped his fiancé's arms. 

"Don't leave another mark," Ichiro half groaned, half gasped.  "The ladies at the gym do not need more fuel for their gossip fires."

Zandre moved reluctantly away, but still reached up to stroke the reassuring ring shaped scar upon his Omega's neck.  Unlike the red blossoms dotted about the rest of Ichiro's body, this mark would never fade. 

He had thought it would take a lot of convincing for Ichiro to move in with him, a lot more to allow him the honour of bite marking him during Ichiro's next heat, but actually, the Omega had not resisted at all.  In fact, after they had come back home from abroad, it had been Ichiro who had phoned him and asked him when Zee would come and collect them.  "I need to figure out how far your place is from my brothers schools and it would be best if we could move in over a weekend so to not disrupt their education too much."

He'd driven around to the place Ichiro was staying just ten minutes later.  His siblings all declared him whipped.

As for the marking...

Zandre had thought that he could not resist the lure of Ichiro's body or scent on an ordinary day, however the moment those strong pheromones he was lost to a euphoria unlike anything he could describe.  It was as if every part of his DNA screamed to unite with Ichiro and fill his body with his seed.  Even a moment a part in the minutes where the lustful haze receded and in which they tended to their other needs, was too painful and only heightened the requirement to find pleasure in the other once more.  Ichiro was pressed beneath him so often that their skin began to chafe, even as their throats became sore and hoarse, yet still it didn't seem to be enough.

Biting Ichiro as he came, breaking the skin and tasting blood upon his tongue gave them both needed relief and the time to sleep before the next wave of lust came over them.  This went on for over a week, even longer than Ichiro had predicted it might be based on the heat that occurred when Zee had been away.  Fortunately, the next heat had not been so long or as exhausting.