“Isagi? You alright?”
Isagi jolts, tearing his gaze away from the curve of Rin’s neck to look into Bachira’s faintly amused golden eyes. All Rin had been doing was toweling himself off after some rigorous practice, but it was enough to completely distract Isagi.
Isagi stalls his response as takes a greedy swig of water, wiping his forehead with the bottom edge of his shirt. He feels disgusting and even sweatier than usual, but both Bachira and Rin, who had trained longer than usual alongside him, look unfairly good.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” Isagi finally answers, then stands from the bench they had been sitting on. He stumbles, vision briefly blacking out, but a firm hand settles on his back. Bachira’s expression has lost any trace of amusement, and he’s carefully observing Isagi.
“You don’t look fine,” Bachira comments.
“Stood up too fast, that’s all." Isagi can’t hear any movement from Rin anymore. The other man is still drinking from his water bottle, gaze focused somewhere in the distance even though he's in clear earshot of their conversation.
"Let’s just go to the locker room," Isagi says, trying not to let any internal strain leak into his voice. "I need a shower. Desperately."
“Okay,” Bachira concedes easily. “Rin, you coming?”
“In a minute,” their teammate responds tersely.
Rin is undeniably the best player in Blue Lock, and as his teammates, they can either get swept into his pace and settle for second rate, or carve out their own spot next to him.
There’s always a sense of distance between Isagi and Rin, but there’s not much he can do about it. On the other hand, Bachira is easy to get along with, and Isagi can comfortably call him his friend.
As different as they are, Isagi is irrevocably drawn to both.
Steadily, Isagi and Bachira navigate the hallways to the baths. Isagi is feeling better now, but as an athlete, he’s always conscious of the state of his body, and he can tell that there’s still something off. Hopefully resting tonight will help.
Bachira is oddly quiet as they strip off their sweaty uniforms, and Isagi makes a very conscious effort to not glance at the other man as they both find their stalls.
Amid the rigorous training during Blue Lock, Isagi has barely had the time to be aroused, let alone masturbate. He doesn’t put any labels on his sexuality; even as a beta, he could be attracted to a man, woman, alpha, beta, omega, or anything in between.
And...well.
He’s checked out the people he’s been living in the same quarters with. While some are more attractive than the rest, he wouldn’t call a single one of them ugly.
So it's natural to be a bit pent up, really. He’s sure his teammates would be understanding of his struggles, and wouldn’t bat an eye if he mysteriously disappeared for some ‘alone time.'
That doesn’t mean Isagi has to like it.
Or acknowledge the very persistent hard-on he has begun sporting. Around his friend. Alone together.
Bachira shuts off the spray of his shower and heads to the large bath, footsteps wet and echoing as he walks away. Isagi knows his time is limited before Bachira will wonder what is occupying him.
Desperately, Isagi squeezes his eyes shut and thinks of his grandma. His naked, wrinkled, sweet grandma. After a short pause, he peeks down, and his heart drops. There’s a solution here, Isagi just needs to look at all the possibilities. He needs to break apart the puzzle, and create a chemical reaction that will keep Bachira from making direct eye contact with his erect dick.
“Isagi?” Bachira calls. “Did you fall asleep?”
Who is he kidding, this isn’t football!
“Ah,” Isagi replies eloquently, turning the shower knob off. “Yeah, I’m good. I guess I’ve just been distracted.”
“Oh. Come on then!” Bachira slaps the water invitingly.
Isagi clenches his fists, then pulls himself together. If he can’t see it, it isn’t there. “Bachira, can you turn around for a moment?”
"Why?”
"Just do it, dude."
“...You’re hard, aren’t you.”
Isagi’s silence is answer enough, and Bachira bursts into loud, delighted (?) laughter. Isagi feels heat rush to his cheeks as he speeds to the bath, sinking into the water. At least Bachira listened and turned around as he asked.
“What the hell are you laughing about?” Rin’s distinctly smooth voice grumbles. Isagi startles, he hadn’t even heard him enter.
“Oh, nothing important,” Bachira says, but he’s turned back, looking at Isagi and barely acknowledging Rin. Is the heat getting to him, or do Bachira’s eyes look brighter, somehow? It’s like he’s sucking him in, entrancing Isagi under his spell.
“Whatever,” Rin says, stepping into a shower stall.
Bachira leans back, tipping up his chin. His lean, sinewy muscle becomes exposed from the slight rise from the water. Isagi is trying his hardest, but he can’t manage to keep his thoughts strictly friendly. Something is off with him, even his nose feels weird, almost itchy. His neck, too.
“You usually don’t join us, Rin. What changed?” Bachira asks mildly as Rin shuts off the water flow then makes his way over to them, seamlessly sinking into the bath as far as possible from the two of them. Talented bastard, he could trip over a banana peel and somehow look good doing it.
Isagi desperately tries to read Rin’s blank, vaguely annoyed expression. “You feel it too, don’t you?” Rin mutters. “Something’s off, and I’m going to find out what.”
“I know.” Bachira scratches the side of his neck absently. “What do you think, Isagi?”
“Er, well…” Has it always been so hard talking to them? He prides himself in his brain and ability to think ahead, but his thoughts feel like they're lagging. "I'm feeling that too," he finishes with a sigh.
Rin and Bachira exchange a glance, but Isagi doesn’t understand why. He cups some water in his hands, then splashes his face, blinking out any droplets. It does the trick, bringing back some alertness.
"It smells kind of sweet," Bachira says pointedly. "Like honey, maybe." Rin is eyeing Isagi now. He knows what both of them are thinking, it's obvious.
"I'm a beta, guys." Isagi rolls his eyes at the insinuation. "Always have been. It's not me."
Bachira shifts, lips pursed. Even Rin looks a bit uncomfortable. Isagi feels too warm; he needs to get out of the water and have some alone time, even if just to relax for a moment.
"Then could I check?"
Bachira looks so serious. The only other time Isagi has seen that expression is when they're in a game.
Before he's even registered the decision to move, Isagi sinks into the water and angles his head to expose the bare space of the side of his neck. The two alphas near him freeze at the motion.
"Don't make it weird. Just check quickly, okay?" Isagi isn't stupid. He's horny and off-kilter, which are classic symptoms of the early onset of a heat. The thing is, though, is that he can't be going into heat because he's a beta.
"Rin, come here too," Bachira murmurs.
Isagi stiffens, but Rin is already moving.
They both close in around him, drawing their heads uncomfortably close. While Bachira is close enough for his nose to brush past Isagi's prickling skin, Rin hangs back slightly, but Isagi can feel the faint puffs of his exhales.
"You're making the smell," Rin decides. "You need to leave. Now."
Isagi freezes, blood turning to ice. "No way. It can't be me."
"It's you," Rin repeats, voice strained.
"You need to fix your nose, baby alpha-"
Rin growls, but Bachira interrupts before the situation can escalate further. "Sorry Isagi, but I smell it too."
Fine then. Isagi can ask Ego for suppressants before he loses his mind. Society has progressed, and it's not like there are no other omegas at Blue Lock. Chigiri is one, and he's an amazing player and former teammate.
Nothing needs to change.
"Alright," Isagi says mildly. "I'll go and contact Ego."
"Isagi…" Bachira murmurs sadly. Neither of the alphas beside him has moved away, and belatedly, Isagi realizes his position. "You have to go through the first heat on your own, or otherwise you'll destroy your body."
"Turn away for a moment. I need to get out."
"Isagi — "
"No!" He shouts, shoulders pulling up to his neck. "Every day here counts. I'm not going to be some — liability! "
"It's biology," Bachira says quietly, subdued. "No one can blame you for it."
"Just ride it out," Rin tells him. "Or are you just going to give up? You would destroy your body and ruin your potential before you even make it out of high school. Pathetic."
"I don't need either of your shit right now. I'm asking Ego. Just look away for a moment."
After a tense silence, they do, and Isagi rises out of the bathwater, beelining to grab a towel and a change of clothes. Ego says not to contact him unless there's an emergency, but Isagi figures that this would probably count. Even now, he feels woozy, like he needs to lay down and get comfortable; somewhere that would be pleasant for his mate, too.
Isagi shudders. At least his erection has finally flagged. As a beta, he never had much interest in educating himself on the specifics of heat or ruts, as they never applied to him and he could spend that time practicing football instead. Now, that's biting him deep in the ass.
After he's dressed, he leaves behind the low murmurs in the locker room to storm to the call system Ego has installed, thankfully running into no one else on the way. As the first team to be fully formed, Isagi and his four other teammates have the area to themselves.
Isagi dials the emergency number, and Ego picks up, already sounding annoyed. "This better be important."
"I'm in heat," Isagi rushes out.
To his credit, Ego takes it in stride, but not in the way Isagi wants. "Alright, there's a room you can ride it out in, the code is 180. Is this your first time?"
"Wait, no ," Isagi stresses, "I need suppressants."
"Contrary to what you might believe, Blue Lock is not meant to destroy your body. Your team is mainly focusing on learning English right now, missing a few days won't kill you."
Isagi knows that he's talking to a brick wall, but he can't give up yet. He just can't, maybe there's a possibility he's missing, some dialogue option that would get Ego to listen. "This shouldn't even be happening!" he yells into the phone hysterically. "I'm a beta!"
An extra minute of wasted time could be the difference in his entire career. Even just today he felt as if his kick improved just that slightest bit more.
Something in Ego's tone softens. "You'll be fine. You will be taken care of and given meals and water."
" Please," Isagi whispers, trying one last time.
"I'm sorry, Isagi."
Releasing a shuddering sigh, Isagi thanks him then ends the call, collapsing against the wall and sinking to the floor. He presses his heated forehead into his clammy hands, pretending he can't feel the start of something slick leaking out of his ass.
Sweet, inviting honey hangs thick in the air, saturating the space around him as a lure.
Isagi is adaptable. He knows this, it's how he's managed to get as far in life as he has. This isn't the end of the world, nor will it negatively affect him past this one instance. He might face prejudice, but Isagi has been prepared for far more than that for a long time. He will get through this.
This is why it's with a weary acceptance that he doesn't react to the two sets of footsteps approaching him. There's a gentle touch on his arm and a trembling voice.
"Isagi?"
Isagi removes his hands from his pace to peer upwards. Bachira, hair fluffy from his recent bath, stares down at him with something between awe and desire. "What did Ego..?" He licks his lips and swallows, like he's trying to get a taste of his scent. "Sorry. How are you?"
Rin hangs a few paces back, frozen stiff. Like he can't decide whether he wants to move forward or flee.
"I'm alright," Isagi says, lips curving into a weak smile. The words don't feel completely untrue. "Ego said what we knew he would say. There's a room I can go to." Isagi pauses, then scratches the back of his neck, avoiding where his scent gland has surely become damp with oils. "Do you know how long heats are supposed to last?"
"The first one lasts three days," Rin grumbles, voice throaty. The urge to move closer must have won out, because he's next to Bachira now, surely being blasted by Isagi's pheromones. "My brother is an omega, so I know about them." His pretty mint-colored eyes are brighter than Isagi has ever seen them.
Isagi blinks, then the words finally register. " Itoshi Sae is an omega?!" He stands up, then immediately regrets it, a new wave of wetness slickening his underwear. He doesn't miss the way the two alpha's nostrils flare, but he can't help but press for more information.
"Has he always been one? Holy shit, how have I not heard of that!" Isagi shouts, suddenly gaining a new level of respect for the prodigy. An omega is the best football player from Japan!
Rin sharply turns his head away, pulling his shirt over his nose. "Don't go spreading that shit, and back up, loser."
"Isagi," Bachira grits out, "you should probably go now. It's only getting stronger."
Isagi's nose has stopped itching, and now, he's begun to be able to smell another world entirely, one he hadn't realized he was missing out on. Tantalizing mint mixes with the scent of fresh, heady sunshine, like warmth being absorbed into his skin.
Isagi swallows, throat suddenly dry. "I will in a moment, but I have more questions, there's so much I don't know."
"Ask them quickly," Rin growls, visibly agitated. Both him and Bachira have drawn closer, only a foot away from Isagi at most.
"Is there any way to shorten the heat? It hasn't even fully started yet and I'm already sick of it."
"There's only one way, and I'm not going to sugarcoat it for you. It's if you spend it with an alpha," Rin tells him seriously. "The more you're exposed to their pheromones, the more intense it'll be, but it will also get it out of your system faster."
Isagi stiffens, then appraises the two alphas in front of him. Their feverish eyes, expanded pupils, and alluring scents. These are the teammates who will always bring out the best in him, one who has supported him from the very beginning of Blue Lock, and another who he considers his greatest rival. Two very, very attractive men.
"What about two alphas? That's double the amount of pheromones, right?"
Rin's eyes narrow slightly. "Yes."
Isagi's tongue darts past his lip, tasting salt. It's truly a heat, he feels like a damn furnace. He tugs at the collar of his shirt to try and feel some airflow.
"Isagi," Bachira says desperately. "I'll walk you there. Let's just get moving, we can't stay here."
Isagi blinks, then realizes what Bachira is talking about with a muted sort of clarity. "Oh, right." He stumbles forward, and Bachira hooks his arm around Isagi's waist, tugging him to his side. Isagi doesn't fight the motion, burying his nose against the crook of Bachira's neck as a fresh rush hits him. Adrenaline courses through him like a zap of pleasure, like a hit of a powerful drug.
"Move," Rin orders. Something about his voice is different. Less sure, maybe. Bachira is unusually quiet next to him, stone-still.
"Breathe," Isagi suggests.
Bachira lets out a surprised bark of a laugh. "One step at a time."
Rin pushes past them, stopping in front of a maroon door, a small coded lock at the handle. "What's the code," he grits out.
Bachira's arm might be the only thing grounding Isagi, and he focuses on the comforting support of it as he attempts to focus enough to remember. "Dude, what the hell even is today."
"Code!" Rin snarls.
Isagi thinks for a moment, hating the disgusting feeling of his underwear sticking to him. "One-eighty," he says.
Rin jabs in the code with more force than necessary, then shoves Isagi and Bachira into the room, leaving the door open.
It's relatively bare, with one large, already made bed pressed to the side of one wall. There's also a dresser, a medium-sized desk with a set of drawers, a mini-fridge, and an open door leading into a spotless bathroom, where Isagi can spot the edge of a bathtub. In the middle of the room on a small, furred carpet, at least a week's worth of water bottles are meticulously piled, various snacks strewed around them.
Tension Isagi hadn't realized he was carrying in his shoulders finally drains away. He internally thanks Ego for his dogged preparation for worst-case scenarios.
"Well," he says, then realizes he doesn't know what else to say. He licks his lips as Rin backs up in slow increments towards the open door.
"You won't be missing much," Bachira says in a clear attempt at comfort. "The others are boring anyway. I'll miss you, but I'll help you catch up with English when you come back — "
"Then stay," Isagi suggests, warm all over. "If you're going to miss me, then stay."
Bachira blinks then blinks again. "Is the heat making you say that?"
"No." Isagi looks at Rin, whose eyes are wide with something close to disbelief. "I'm still lucid. The offer is extended to you too, rival."
"You're so cringe," Rin says, but he's stopped inching away.
"You're always surprising me, Isagi," Bachira says, then shakes his head, a small, secretive grin stretching across his face. "We're going to need to talk more, but if you’re willing, of course I’ll stay."
Isagi nods, extremely grateful for how adaptable Bachira is. Always able to seamlessly integrate into Isagi's pace. A truly valuable friend and teammate. "What about you, Rin?" Isagi asks. "You in?"
Isagi is expecting a multitude of responses. Disgust, anger, resignation, or shock are well within his range of expectations.
But not... concern.
"Do you know what you're getting into?" Rin asks, not unkindly. "We're alphas in the same room as an omega in heat. It's not so bad now, but if we stay with you, I guarantee we will mate you."
Isagi's swallows past his dry throat. "I wouldn't mind. Would you?"
Rin looks away. "I haven't even said if I'm staying yet."
"But you're worried for me, right? I'll be okay, I'm asking because I want this, not because I feel like I need to. If either of you wants to leave, I won't stop you." Isagi glances at Bachira, whose cheeks are oddly flushed. "Are you okay with mating?"
"Isagiii," Bachira whines. "You're so... earnest."
Isagi wipes the back of his hand across his forehead, then rakes his fingers through his still-damp fringe, pushing it back. Air conditioning has started blasting into the room, and it feels amazing against his heated skin.
"I'm in," Rin says, then shuts the door.
"What?" Isagi asks.
Rin stuffs his hands into his pockets. "I'm not saying it again, asshole."
Isagi's in a room with two alphas who just agreed to mate him. He has dated before, but it's never been anything even remotely serious, his longest relationship being with a cute beta girl. It had lasted a month, and they had shared quick, chaste kisses. Her shampoo smelled like strawberries and she had soft, pretty hair, but Isagi hadn't felt any strong emotions for her.
Nothing like his passion for football.
"I need a moment," Isagi says, opening the fridge and finding some water bottles already in there, along with cups of fruit. He grabs a bottle and twists open the cap, taking long, greedy gulps of the cool liquid.
"Toss me one," Rin calls, and Isagi does, tracking the bop of his rival's throat with a desperate, hazy sort of focus. The distant sound of Bachira tearing open a bag of chips registers in his ears.
"How long do I have until we're going to need to fuck?" Isagi asks.
To Rin's credit, he doesn't choke, but he comes close. "As if I would know that! I don't know the exact time, but after five hours or so after the onset of symptoms I know it's almost unbearable not to."
Isagi does his best to accept this information as Bachira begins rifling through the drawers. In the first one, multiple packs of birth control are set along with pain and fever relief. Isagi quickly swallows them down, wanting the effects to set in as soon as possible.
In the next drawer down, there is a multitude of sex toys, not that Isagi was expecting anything less. Various colors and sizes of dildos greet him, accompanied by vibrators, cock rings, and anal plugs.
Bachira picks up one of the largest dildos, a veiny one with a firm bottom, and wiggles it, watching as it trembles from the motion. When he tries to fit his hand around it, he can't fully enclose the grip. "Wow. Is this your type of thing, Isagi?"
Isagi covers his face and holds back a scream. "I think I might tear if I tried. Please put it down." He doesn't want to admit it to himself, but the visual of Bachira touching a dick — silicón or not — had been distinctly arousing.
Bachira does so with a shrug then finally opens the last drawer, where a multitude of soft, fluffy towels are neatly folded. Isagi giggles helplessly. "There's even sex towels."
Bachira squints at them curiously, rubbing his palm against one. "Some are probably for the shower too."
"My point still stands."
"Hey, dumbass," Rin calls his attention, seemingly dead set on ignoring the topic of their conversation.
Isagi freezes. Licks his lips, tasting salt. "Yeah?"
"If you have sex early into heat while you're still lucid, it'll blast you with enough pheromones that you will be able to keep your mind. In the meantime, I'll help the both of you with English so you don't fall behind."
"Rin!" Isagi cries, touched.
Rin scoffs, then tucks his hands into his pockets. "Go wash up again, Bachira and I need to talk. You're kind of...sweaty. It's making it harder for us."
Isagi winces. "Ah, right! I know, sticky and gross isn't exactly the most appealing — "
"No," Bachira interrupts. "You smell unimaginably good right now, it's just so — saturated. Makes it hard to think." He tilts his head. "We might be a little too rough for your first time~"
Isagi's throat feels thick. He gives a curt nod, then scurries into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. He splashes his face with water, looking in the mirror, then sheds his sticky clothes.
His second time bathing within the hour. Go figure. He could've sworn he's heard somewhere that masturbating before sex increases stamina…It would probably be a good idea.
He bites his lip, then reaches down.
The water is warm on Isagi's chest as he pumps at his cock, fist tight and brutally fast around the sensitive flesh. He isn't trying to make it last.
He wishes the circumstances could've been different, but Isagi is still full of nervous excitement, stomach fluttering with nerves. He's trying to force himself into the acceptance state of being an omega, and he's partially there.
It's not that he abhors the idea of it, he's just always been secure in his identity. He's the son of a male and female beta who don’t have a clue about football but still encourage him to follow his dreams.
Now, he's still the same person, still him, but an omega. Curiously, Isagi reaches back, pressing his finger against his hole, where a slight tracing of slick resides. He's already close, teetering on the edge of his first orgasm in what has to of been over two months at this point.
His rim is extremely sensitive, and he shudders slightly as he circles it, pressing inside. His walls constrict around the intrusion, greedy for it and still too empty. He speeds up even further, bracing a hand on the shower wall in fear that he will collapse, giving up on stroking his cock because his hole is demanding all his attention. He adds more fingers, thrusting them inside himself with eager intensity, extremely conscious of the plips of water hitting the sensitive gland on his neck.
Playing with himself is completely different from jerking off, Isagi realizes quickly. This is only a taste of what to come, a solid amount of his natural lube washed off and no alpha pheromones swamping him like a delicious cloak. He closes his eyes, gasping softly as he imagines the fingers are something longer, thicker.
Isagi cums hard, cock jolting as he whines, strings of cum being washed down the drain. He takes a moment to pull himself together, thankful for his foresight of bracing himself.
For a moment, his mind becomes completely clear. He realizes exactly what he's about to do, and who he's doing it with. It's not just two alphas going to fuck an omega, it's Rin and Bachira about to fuck Isagi.
This is what he's been fantasizing about for weeks, without the influence of any pheromones. He has the brief thought that he accidentally manifested it, but that's impossible, as second gender presentation is unable to be influenced or controlled.
He knows that even if he hadn't been an omega, he would've asked both of them on a date after Blue Lock. It's not even completely about the sex, embers of deeper feelings have already been ignited inside him. Surely, what they're about to do will only feed the fire.
Isagi wants them, all of them. He wants their hearts, bodies, and minds like how he wants to win and win and win. He shuts off the shower spray, toweling himself off as he already feels himself becoming slick again.
He checks himself at all angles in the mirror, brushes his teeth again, then wraps a towel around his waist. Isagi takes a deep breath, and steps out of the door, ready to announce his presence to his teammates.
What he sees nearly makes him trip. Bachira and Rin have both stripped off their shirts, and appear to be furiously making out if Isagi's eyes aren't deceiving him. Bachira's underneath Rin, arms wrapped around the other man's neck as Rin's knee is slotted between his legs, grinding. Bachira is making sweet, breathy noises as he pushes off his pants.
Isagi kind of wants to keep watching, but his scent must give him away because even though he's been staying quiet, both of their heads snap towards his direction, cheeks ruddy and lips slick.
Isagi's throat bobs, and his fingers brush along the soft material of his towel nervously. "Don't stop on my account," he tells them. "No issues here."
Despite Isagi's words, they still stop. At least Bachira looks delighted to see him, happily calling out, "Isagi!"
Rin wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, disentangling himself from Bachira to sit back, eyeing the V of Isagi's hips. They've seen him naked multiple times, but now they're going to have sex. Clearly, Bachira and Rin had gotten impatient waiting for him and were already kicking things off.
He knows he's wet and he's already getting hard again. Bachira's boxers are tented, and Rin's bare chest heaves slightly.
"Take off the towel, rival," Rin says, an order thinly disguised as a suggestion.
"And don't tell me to look away this time!" Bachira adds.
Isagi's tongue darts over his lips, and he lets the towel drop. The alphas don't overreact or do anything embarrassing, but the pheromones in the air grow distinctly more concentrated. Isagi's nose isn't experienced enough to tell emotions in scents yet, but it doesn't take a genius to guess what they're feeling.
Isagi plops onto the floor, fighting the urge to press his hands over his flaming cheeks. "Even I am going to feel embarrassed if you both just stare like that!" He's not going to cover himself again, he won't.
"Let's kiss, Isagi," Bachira breathes, already moving towards him before he can get a word out. Plush, slightly chapped lips press against his own, and Isagi relaxes into the experimental, almost fevered motions of their mouths against each other.
Isagi leans back as Bachira climbs into his lap, grinding down. Isagi gasps into his mouth, and Bachira takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against his own. Isagi finally gives in to the urge that he's had for weeks, months even, and finally touches Bachira's hair, the airy, silky strands even softer than he imagined.
"You even taste sweet," Bachira says after they pull apart, awed.
"Thanks?" Isagi tries, then coughs. Bachira is still on his lap, and he doesn't know if he's going to move anytime soon, because he doesn't seem keen on changing position. It's incredibly distracting.
"Get over here, Rin!" Bachira calls. He grins, something mischievous glinting in his eyes, and then grabs Isagi's chin and angles his head to the side, exposing his neck. He trails one of his fingers teasingly slowly past his scent gland, smearing the oil residue. "Or I'll eat him up before you get a chance to."
A full-body shudder racks Isagi's frame. What even was that? Bachira barely touched his scent gland, but the motion was like a strong shot of an aphrodisiac.
"Threats like that won't work on me," Rin says, but still slides behind Isagi, pulling him back by his waist. He's sandwiched between them, and the thick scent of alpha is surrounding him, melting him into putty. Rin's bare chest is pressed against Isagi's back, and through his pants, he can feel the alpha's erection.
"Holy fuck," Isagi says, then laughs. "I'm still half-convinced this is some sort of fever dream."
Bachira nods in agreement. "If it is, then I hope we never wake up~"
Isagi sputters. "Only you could have the confidence to say something like that."
The alpha rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "I'm starting to think confidence is the only thing that'll get through to you."
Isagi quirks an eyebrow, genuinely confused. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You just proved my point, Isagi."
Rin noses at his throat. "Lukewarm."
Isagi gulps, suddenly very eager to change the subject. "Why am I the only one naked, again?"
"Because we were going to focus on you first, duh." Rin's hair tickles Isagi's cheek as he leans slightly forward. Isagi can hear his grin. "Can you smell us alright, rival?"
Isagi struggles to think of an eloquent response to that, instead croaking out a strained " yeah" as the hands on his waist creep down, briefly squeezing his ass. Then, Rin's long fingers brush against his hole, rubbing the needy entrance.
Bachira's eyes are such a pretty gold, Isagi realizes. Especially when they're half-lidded with dark, fat pupils, staring directly into his own. "Your scent just got even stronger," Bachira tells him, like he's sharing a secret. "How are Rin's fingers? They're long and pretty, and still so big."
Isagi wets his mouth. "He hasn't put them inside, yet."
Bachira's lips curve, but his eyes don't change. "Then he should get on that, shouldn't he?"
Rin's voice comes out strained. "Working on it."
Rin's finger finally sinks into him, each centimeter working toward satisfying the yearning inside him.
Rin speaks first, after a slight pause. "Touch his front, he's — sucking me in." The intrusion in him slowly pulls out, then pushes back in, rubbing his walls as a lewd, slick sound is made.
Bachira pecks him on the lips once, twice. " Relax, " he soothes. "Here, we can do it together, okay?" Bachira pulls down his boxers, freeing his cock, which springs up against his toned stomach. It's almost pretty, nice and smooth with a flushed, leaking tip.
"Use his ass as lube," Rin suggests helpfully, working in another finger. It's like the temperature in the room has heated up, each quickened inhale only serving to fill his nose with delicious, aroused scents, so thick he can almost taste it on his tongue.
"Good idea," Bachira says, then reaches behind Isagi to drag his cupped palm past his hole, coating his hand in slick. He brings his shiny hand up to his face, examining it.
It's both embarrassing and incredibly sexy. "Stop looking at it so closely," Isagi tells him, right as Rin slides in another finger. He grabs Bachira's wrist, trying to lightly push it away from his face, but the alpha doesn't budge. Instead, he slowly leans in, inhaling deeply and flicking out his tongue to taste the lewd substance.
"Stop!" Isagi cries, horrified.
Bachira's smile is unnervingly cat-like. "Tastes as sweet as it smells. It's almost a waste to use it as lube."
"I don't," Isagi starts, "I don't know…'' Warm, wet heat brushes against his skin as Rin's tongue tastes his neck. He hears the distinct sound of a swallow.
"It's concentrated here, too," Rin observes. Then, "I'm going to put it inside, jerk him off already."
Isagi's eyes widen. "Already?" he says, even as some whining, needy voice in his head is chanting good yes more —
Bachira's hand finally closes into a perfectly tight seal over both of their cocks, rubbing them together. It feels so different when someone else touches him there. "Yes," Bachira says, his mouth a little looser, cheeks a little more flushed. "Already. Then it's my turn."
It feels like it's been both forever and only seconds since they've entered the heat room. "Okay," Isagi says, eyes fluttering. "Do it."
Rin's cock is soon positioned at his entrance, the blunt head of his length pressed against his rim. It's weird, not being at the right angle to watch him do it, but it's still so good, almost, almost too much as he sucks Rin inside, inch by inch.
"Fuck," is all Rin says. Isagi momentarily thinks he's all the way seated, but he keeps going , only bottoming out when Isagi feels impossibly full.
Isagi's inner omega is surely purring. Two fit, attentive alphas are surrounding him, one at his back and another at his front, fulfilling his needs and saturating the air with their pheromones. It's heaven, basically.
Bachira twists his hands extra hard, and Isagi lets out an involuntary moan. "Hah, he tightened up when you did that," Rin says. His voice sounds a little different, almost in awe.
Bachira leans in for a kiss, but Isagi can hardly focus, making it messy and filthy, like some carnal clash of tongues and lips. "And to think," Bachira says, and Isagi can feel his smile against his mouth, "you haven't even started moving, have you? What's the hold up over there?"
"It's the angle," Rin grunts. "Your fat ass on his lap is weighing him down."
"You were all over my 'fat ass' earlier~" Bachira purrs, but still moves to get off.
He can practically hear Rin's eye roll as Isagi's shoved up, Rin's cock dragging out past his walls as Isagi is forced to his feet. He falls onto the comfortable bed, sinking into the sheets and laying on his back.
"You alright?" Bachira asks, climbing on beside him. He's still achingly hard. Isagi is no better.
"Yep," he responds, managing to keep his voice level and popping the p. "Just kind of a lot happening. Could probably use some more water."
"Here," Rin says, tossing him a bottle. Isagi eyes the flex of his abs as he catches the drink, unscrewing the lid and taking a relieving swig.
"Wait, pass it to me for a moment," Bachira says, with the excitement of someone who has a plan. "There's something I've always wanted to try with you."
Slowly, Isagi hands it over, and Bachira pours some into his mouth, then crowds him, locking their mouths together and pushing in the still-cool liquid.
Isagi swallows. Blinks once, mind blank.
"Gross," Rin says.
"It's no worse than kissing," Bachira responds casually, drinking some water for himself now. The bop of his throat is as appealing as ever, shining with a slight layer of sweat.
A fresh gush of slick rushes out, humiliating now that he's nude. Rin's open mouth clicks shut.
"Isagi doesn't think it was gross," Bachira remarks. Even though he's clearly trying to be lighthearted, he sounds strained. Almost desperate.
Isagi can feel heat rushing to his cheeks, color spreading like watercolor to wet paper. When he was living life as a beta, it was a hell of a lot easier to hide when he was horny. "Shut up," he mumbles, sounding more uncertain than he would like. "Let's just do it, okay?"
"Way to make it sound like a chore," Rin grumbles, but he's drawing closer, kneeling between Isagi's legs, fitting his hands over his waist, and dragging him flush to the length of his cock.
Isagi barks out a laugh. "Believe me, it's not." Having already gotten a taste of Rin inside him once, having him so teasingly close is quickly becoming unbearable. "If you won't do it," Isagi leans back on his elbows, adjusting. "Then I will."
He reaches for Rin's cock, but before he can aim it the way he wants, the alpha pushes himself inside with one powerful thrust. Isagi releases a sigh, tension draining out of his body. Much better. Rin doesn’t moan, not quite yet, but his eyebrows draw slightly together, and his red, kiss-swollen mouth parts in a sigh.
Then, he draws back, then snaps his hips.
Isagi's eyes peel open as pleasure shoots through him, each movement like sparks of pleasure rippling up his spine all the way to his fingertips. "Fuck," he groans, then Rin does it again, then again .
Surely, if his body hadn't changed, the size of Rin's cock might've been intimidating. Too much for him, even. But now, with each thrust, Isagi greedily sucks him in, like he's trying to keep the alpha inside him forever.
The thought doesn't sound so bad.
"You look good like this," Rin tells him, then seals his mouth shut when Isagi's eyes snap to him, like he hadn't meant to make the comment. It makes something warm and full bloom in Isagi's chest.
"Thanks, man," he says with feeling.
Nimble fingers card through his hair, combing it out of his forehead and then affectionately scratching his scalp. It's heavenly. "It's kind of weird to be calling the dude fucking you 'man', Isagi," Bachira says, not unkindly.
Isagi barks out a laugh, which feels really fucking weird with Rin inside him. "Whatever." He hits the bed with his fist limply, unable to work his mind enough to communicate what he wants past the mush his brain has turned into. "Just...join. Now."
Bachira presses his thumb to Isagi's lips, smiling a tiny, ambiguous smile that he can't decipher. He pokes out his tongue, flicking it against the pad of Bachira's thumb, and the alpha presses his finger inside slightly more until it's touching his teeth. "If you want?" Isagi amends.
There's a disorienting sharp pinch to his jugular, and Isagi moans involuntarily, muscles shot with pure adrenaline at the sensation of teeth on his neck, the threat (tease) of mating suddenly imminent. "Hey!" Isagi yelps, unable to decide if he wants to squirm away or lean into the sensation-
"Calm down," Rin ends up being the one to soothe. He's already moved away, and something is dancing in his eyes.
"What was that for?" Isagi asks.
Rin smirks. "Bachira can tell you."
Isagi glances up, and his eyes widen at the sight of Bachira's fist working furiously over his cock, so flushed and leaking. When did that happen? "Everything you do, Isagi," Bachira pants. "It's beautiful — can I have your mouth?"
The compliment goes straight to his cock, which is just as tortured as Bachira's. "Yeah," Isagi pants, "Rin, lemme flip."
The alpha pulls out briefly, allowing Isagi to prop himself up, then shoves himself back in before Isagi gets the chance to feel empty.
Isagi's mouth drops open, tongue ready and resting just over his bottom lip. He looks up through his eyelashes, and Bachira shivers, then slowly feeds his dick in, inch by inch. His smell is even stronger up close, and fuck, Isagi can taste it , warm sunshine heavy on his tongue.
His mouth is so full, and soon, his throat is too. Isagi doesn't even gag, as if the reflex has been lost altogether. Another benefit of his biology. Somehow, he isn't overwhelmed, even though he's stuffed to the brim with cock, dick drooling and untouched, cheeks stretched and hole sopping wet.
Then, Rin starts to move again.
His hands are firmly gripped onto the lean muscle of Isagi's hips, so as he drags himself back, Isagi is jolted too, slightly pulling off Bachira. He breathes in through his nose in quick huffs, swallowing hard. Bachira groans at the constriction of his throat, petting Isagi's head.
"You're doing so well," Bachira tells Isagi affectionately, looking down at him. His teammate cups his jaw as he slowly draws his hips back, until only the head of his cock is left in Isagi's mouth, then buries himself back inside.
It's kind of a dick move, but he fucking loves it, helplessly moaning as Rin refuses to cease his movements behind him. "He tightened up right then," Rin murmurs, squeezing the flesh of his ass. "Was it the praise, or something…" he leans forward, " else? You like when he fucks your throat?"
Isagi manages to garble something that sounds like "both," and Bachira makes a delighted sound, tongue darting over his lips.
"I'm so deep in," the alpha marvels. "I could feel the vibration over my whole dick. It's like," Isagi's eyes flutter as Bachira's cock slides past his tongue again, "no matter how far or fast I go, he can take it. He'll like it , even."
"Overachiever," Rin mutters, rolling his hips and brushing past a spot that sends sparks flying behind Isagi's eyelids and a long, guttural groan from his throat. "He doesn't just like it, he loves it. "
There's a slight pressure at his hole, then Rin is holding up two fingers, right in Isagi's line of sight. Slick is glistening on them, and when Rin spreads the digits apart, the thick liquid hangs between them.
"He's sopping wet," Bachira marvels, then leans down, sucking Rin's fingers into his mouth. His pink tongue comes out in flashes, licking off any trace of liquid. When he's done, his eyes are hazy. "Even better than honey."
Rin and Isagi make a noise at the same time, but Rin is at the right angle to surge toward Bachira, pulling the other alpha forward so they can lean over Isagi, kissing each other deeply.
It's different from the kiss Isagi had walked in on only minutes prior. This one is more carnal, with low, throaty growling from each end as they lick into each other's mouths, then switch to each other's necks, nipping and licking at each other. Isagi can only breathe in their scents, heart thrumming in his ears as they fit against each other in a way that only alphas can.
Bachira is the first to pull away. His scent has mingled with Rin's more than it had before, now layered with a new edge. Rin's is warmer, thicker almost, and they're both eyeing each other with sharp grins.
"That was different than earlier," Rin says, eyeing the reddened spots that are slowly darkening along Bachira's neck. He slowly pulls out, then grinds his cock inside Isagi.
Bachira laughs, petting Isagi's head absently. "Everything is different with this one here. All the instincts that are usually lying below the surface, it's like they're suddenly screaming at me." Bachira glances down, directly towards Isagi, and the affection in his eyes is clear. "It even makes kissing different."
He almost whines. "Yeah, yeah," he ends up choking out. "Now come back, alright? My instincts are screaming at me too."
"If you're tired, you can take a break," Rin goads. "I'll keep going with lukewarm over here, just like…" he snaps his hips, brushing past that same spark of lightning pleasure, and Isagi's dick jolts, so close - "this," Rin finishes.
Impossibly, Bachira laughs. "Fine then, maybe I'll try something else. How about we find out how long you can ' keep going'." Isagi blinks and swears he sees a flash of a waving devil's tail as Bachira stalks behind Rin, mouth close to the alpha's neck and nose brushing his ear.
He doesn't hear what Bachira whispers, but Isagi does catch the way Rin's eyes snap straight to him, blue eyes bright with surprise. Then, Bachira drifts his hands up his sides, just barely brushing past the skin as he flicks past the dusky buds on Rin's chest. The alpha's hips stutter, and his mouth parts in a gasp. "What do you think you're doing?" Rin asks, leaning away from the light touch.
"No, no," Bachira murmurs, winking at Isagi from behind Rin's shoulder. "By all means, continue. You said you would, didn't you?"
"I know what you're trying to pull," Rin growls.
Bachira nibbles Rin's neck, right over his swollen scent glands. "And? Don't do us the disservice of pretending you don't like it." He presses kisses from under Rin's ear to the defined slope of his shoulder. Rin's cheeks, flushed from exertion, darken.
And then the alpha grins. It can only be described as feral.
"Fine then, give me your best," he says, then grinds forward, leaning so that his stomach is almost touching Isagi's neglected cock.
"Gladly," Bachira murmurs, pressing his tongue flat against Rin's scent gland and laving against it with slow strokes, grinding forward into the tall alpha's backside. Rin, as unaffected as he's trying to act, can't completely hide his reactions, his thrusts a little faster, a little more desperate.
While Isagi is pleasantly swamped by a haze of pleasure, It keeps going like that, Bachira a slow, sensual tease while Rin tries to play it cool. Soon, even the alpha's astounding endurance is hanging by a thread, his face flushed and chest heaving.
"What's the matter?" Bachira asks innocently. "It hasn't even been that long. Don't tell me you're close already?"
"Fuck you," Rin spits. Isagi has never seen him like this before. He's beautiful.
"Come on," Bachira goads. "Keep going. For Isagi. You can do it."
"I know I can," Rin hisses, then slams his hips in again. He freezes for a moment, sucking in a deep breath.
Isagi clenches around him. It's like a haze is creeping in on his mind, now that his omega knows the alpha inside him is reaching the edge. "No," Isagi purrs in a voice that barely sounds like his own. "It's alright. Let go. " He leans back, stretching his stiff back. "Inside, okay?"
Rin makes a strangled sound, eyes squeezing shut. There are suddenly spurts of delicious warmth inside him, soothing the hungry beast within. Rin thrusts one more time, mixing it with the heaping flow of slick seeping out of him.
It's good.
"That was unfair," Rin murmurs weakly, then pulls out.
"You'll have plenty more chances," Bachira says helpfully, eyes focused on Isagi's hole. He reaches down, pushing some of Rin's cum back inside Isagi, who groans weakly.
"Your turn," Isagi says, as the alpha carefully parts Isagi's legs a little further, pressing flush against him. Bachira is so warm and smells so good.
Bachira looks down again, watching as he slowly presses inside, inch by inch. The look on his face is almost as good as the feeling itself. Isagi hadn't really noticed earlier, but Bachira must be thicker than Rin because the stretch is a little different, a little wider.
Bachira, for once, is speechless once fully seated inside him. Rin snickers from where he's recovering on the bed, watching them. "Everything you hoped and dreamed for?" Isagi says half-jokingly.
Bachira nods. "I can't even describe it." He glances up, then holds Isagi's gaze. "You're amazing , Isagi."
Isagi coughs to cover up how flustered the words make him feel, then rolls his hips, delighting in Bachira's groan. "Come on already."
Bachira shakes his head with a small smile, then kisses Isagi. It's kind of sweet. "Insatiable."
After that, it's like a switch is flipped as the alpha finally starts to move in earnest, repeatedly pulling out, then slamming back in, jostling Isagi's body. Then, he gets a teasing glint in his eye that bodes no good, and reaches for Isagi's leaking cock.
Even just the feeling of Bachira's fingertips grazing past the sensitive head sends an involuntary shiver up his spine.
"You haven't tried to touch yourself even once this whole time." Bachira's smile widens. "Does Isagi like to tease himself? Not cum until the very end, when everyone's already had their fun?" He thumbs Isagi's slit, who throws his head back as he releases a long moan.
"Yeah," Isagi confirms shakily. "It seems I do." He clenches, and Bachira's thrust stutters. Isagi stares into Bachira's eyes challengingly. "Wanna bet who will last longer?"
Bachira meets his stare head-on. "You know me too well, Isagi. You're on."
Isagi bats Bachira's hand until it returns to his side. "No touching my dick, though. Then it would be too easy."
Bachira rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "If you insist."
"I bet on Isagi," Rin adds. Isagi glances over at him, and the alpha is grinning. It might be the most relaxed he's ever seen the other man.
Bachira leans down to lick Isagi's scent gland. When Isagi yelps at the sudden touch, he nips at it, abusing it with his mouth. Isagi tries to calm himself by keeping his breathing steady, but all it serves to do is fill his nose with more inhales of the delicious scents around him.
"Bachira," Isagi groans, tilting his chin up. Whether to give Bachira more access or try and squirm away, even he doesn't know.
Bachira presses his lips to Isagi's neck, giving him a lingering kiss. "Rin's mean and doesn't have faith in me. I can last." He punctuates the statement with a particularly enthusiastic thrust.
"Can you?" Rin murmurs, right in Bachira's ear.
Bachira freezes, then leans back, tilting his head to look right at the other alpha. "You wouldn't."
Rin's answering smile promises no good. "Payback's a bitch."
Isagi can't help his own grin. Fine then. He'll play along too. "I've always liked you, Bachira. Ever since the very start." He grinds down.
Bachira's mouth parts into a little o. The way his eyes are glimmering makes him look almost innocent. "Me too, always — "
Isagi continues, the words flowing out seamlessly now. "I mean, it was a little weird that you were sleeping when we first met, but you've always been good to me. Really easy to talk to, actually — "
"You can do better, lukewarm," Rin interrupts. Isagi wilts slightly at Bachira's expectant look.
"And this is kinda weird to say during sex and all, but, well. When Rin's team stole you away, I realized how important you are, and how you've always been supporting me."
Bachira doesn't appear to be breathing. Isagi sends Rin a helpless glance, but the alpha is smirking.
Unsure but still determined, Isagi plows onward. "Even past Blue Lock, I want you to stay a part of my life. It's like…" Isagi searches for the right words. "You're my best friend. Who I'm really attracted to."
"Fuck," Bachira sighs shakily. "Didn't know I had a heart-to-heart kink until now."
Isagi's lips pull upward weakly. "That's a good thing then, I hope?"
"He's close," Rin tells him. "Push him over the edge, rival."
“I want to play football with the both of you forever,” Isagi confesses, hushed, as Rin cups Bachira’s cheek, kissing him deeply. The alpha reaches past Bachira with his other hand, wrapping it around Isagi’s cock and stroking him to completion right as he feels a rush of warmth inside him. It’s like a tight, straining balloon finally popping, and Isagi cums harder than he ever has before, vision briefly whiting out in the process.
When he comes to, Bachira is lying down beside him, panting, and Rin appears to be fetching something. “I guess you won, Isagi,” Bachira says. His eyes have closed, and his cheeks are so red. His hair looks even fluffier, so Isagi reaches over to pet it, just because he can.
“My bets are never wrong,” Rin replies in Isagi's stead, returning to hand him a warm, damp towel. “Put this on your stomach. You’ll feel gross for the next few hours, but it’ll help.”
Isagi catches his elbow right as he turns to leave, probably to flit around the room and do something productive. “Come on, little alpha. Rest for a bit with us.”
Rin growls, but it’s half-hearted. “Don’t call me that.”
“Riiiiiiin,” Bachira whines loudly. “Come on! Join us!”
Rin makes a show of rolling his eyes, but plops down on Isagi’s other side, settling into the sheets. His nose wrinkles. “It smells like sex.”
“But it's satisfying,” Bachira says.
“We’re going to do it again in a few hours, you know,” Isagi adds.
"Whatever," Rin says through a small yawn. Isagi never sees him comfortable enough to do that around him, so he doesn't mention it, lest the magic is broken.
Bachira giggles. “I’ll beat you next time, Isagi!”
“No, I’ll beat him," Rin counters.
“Nuh-uh, I will!”
“Will not.”
“Will too!”
Isagi can’t help but burst into loud, raucous laughter, heart impossibly fond.