"Hello, Sensei," Tatsuya said, grinning coldly. Yori blinked, his mind that had briefly stuttered to a halt began to tick forward rapidly once more. "I'm sorry," he said. "Who?" Tatsuya visibly ground his teeth together in front of him, but Yori maintained his puzzled expression. He had played two roles for years, why would he not be able to. "Don't play games, Sensei," Tatsuya warned, his tone far from jovial. "You know who I am." "I never said I didn't," Yori replied with a slight frown as he crossed his arms about his chest. "You are Uncle Himura's grandson. What I am struggling to understand is why you are here and what is with referring to me as 'Sensei'? I don't teach, the parents would throw me out of the school as a bad influence to their children. Like one can help their sex." He muttered this last part with the bitterness of an omega, even though in truth such an idea simply saddened him. He wasn't one for holding onto such resentments in reality. Tatsuya's fist slammed against the doorframe and Yori did not need to put on an act to visibly flinch. "Stop treating me like an idiot," Tatsuya yelled at him, the years of built up twisted ire bubbling to the surface. Everyone had always unknowingly treated this lowly omega as better than him, a true-blooded Alpha, born of a long rich line of Alpha's. And worse, his own grandfather had known the truth and still placed this disgusting creature above him. "Please," Yori said, his nervousness evident. "Calm down." Although he did not know this former editor of his well, he had always assumed that despite being overbearing, his attitude was just down to his need to succeed. This Tatsuya, he did not know at all. However, his soft words did not permeate the red mist smothering Tatsuya's brain and the man grabbed Yori by the throat and pushed him into the house, slamming the front door into it's frame, not realising nor caring that the lock failed to latch. Yori panicked, grasping at Tatsuya's hand with his slender fingers as he was forcefully shoved into his livingroom and onto his sofa. Yori huddled back into one corner of it and held at his hand as willing Tatsuya to stay far from him. "What do you want with me?" Yori asked with a shaking voice. Tatsuya paused, running his fingers through his thick hair as the question repeated itself in his mind. What did he want with him? This omega had stolen away some of the attention he had felt was rightfully his during his university years, but although it had bothered him at the time, he knew now that such popularity during years of education was a fleeting thing. He hadn't truly lost anything because of that. And yes, he had also lost his bride, but so had this person. Aisha was not in the hands of either of them. But he had also taken the spot next to his grandfather, likely with unscrupulous means. What if the doting old man chose to give his pet omega the inheritance that should belong to his family, to him as the direct descendant bearing the Himura name? He narrowed his eyes as the omega's scent tickled his senses and he examined the man currently huddled upon the sofa with calculating views. Tatsuya had never been attracted to men, but he could not say that this man was unappealing due to the slightly softer and more delicate shape of his features. And even if he could not imagine coupling with a man, this was an omega about to go into heat and he was an Alpha, who could easily be swayed, according to what he knew, by an omega's potent pheromones. He had not experienced them himself, but he knew of an Alpha that had during their university years. He had described it as being in a lustful daze, the need to have sex overriding all else, but had refused to say more. "I will make you my mate," Tatsuya stated, suddenly. If the omega was his mate, then everything that belonged to the omega belonged to him. If his grandfather wanted this pet to inherit, then that inheritance would come to him. Yes, he would have sex with this omega and bond with him, maybe Yori could even produce an heir for him, omega men could have offspring after all. And then he could toss the omega to one side, perhaps even back into his grandfather's bed if the old man still wanted him that is. "W-what did you say?" Yori asked, stunned, unsure that he was hearing Tatsuya correctly. "I will make you my mate," Tatsuya repeated, warming up to the idea more so. If the omega belonged to him, he could also force him to write books that should be written, the real truths about the social barriers between the three genders. Alphas had superior genes and the rest of the world should simply learn to accept this, especially omegas who thought to try and rise above their places. Then vulnerable girls such as Aisha would not seek comfort in the arms of a Beta woman after being played by omega scum pretending to be Alphas. And those with soft hearts would harden aware that omegas were nothing without their ability to reproduce, they were mere animals that tempted and tainted good Alpha men. He was willing to sacrifice himself for a few years in order to achieve his goals. And then he would show Aisha in whose arms she should seek comfort in. "No!" Yori cried out in panic. He didn't want this man touching him, he didn't want this man anywhere near him. Perhaps... perhaps if it was just rape he could in time deal with it, but the idea of being forcefully bonded, forcefully separated from the man his heart longed for, never to be touched or loved by Ryota again, that thought just made him wish to die. Tatsuya sneered, thinking Yori's refusal was for another reason. He loomed over the huddled omega threateningly. "For what reason do you refuse?" He hissed. "I might not have grandfather's wealth, but I bet I can satisfy your wanton body much more than an old man." Yori was stunned by these words more than those about the forceful mating and his hand automatically reached upwards. The slap resounded through the room and the skin upon Tatsuya's face reddened. "Say what you like about me," Yori said, angrily, "but do not insult Kenta Himura. You will never be half the man he is." Tatsuya grabbed Yori's wrists and forced him off of the couch and slammed him to the floor. Yori struggled as the heavier frame pushed him down. The man shoved his face against his neck to breath in his scent, before frowning. "Where are these so called pheromones?" He growled, his body was not reacting strongly to the alluring scent. While he had hardened slightly, his mind was still not accepting the idea of plunging into a man's arse to find his pleasure. Yori laughed without mirth, if he had not been in such a predicament, he might have found these words comical. "What, can't do it if I am not in heat?" Yori's fear was mixed with anger, lending him to courage to throw these words at the man sitting on top of him, regardless of the consequences. "Don't want to have sex with a dirty omega unless in your own mindless rut? And you call me disgusting." Tatsuya's fist met Yori's jaw, pain swelled through his mind as shock froze his squirming body. In his daze he heard the unbuckling of a belt and cold air touch the skin of his chest. Tears filled his eyes, but they were not from the pain in his jaw, but from thoughts of Ryota walking away from his used and useless body. He shuddered as fingers reached for the waistband of his pyjama bottoms and tugged them down. No! He screamed internally. I don't want this! He resumed his fight, kicking his legs and grasping for his bottoms, even though a hand gripped his throat and began to squeeze. Spots danced before his eyes as he struggled to breath and his lungs began to burn. He tore at the hand upon his throat until he felt another fist connect with his face and then his fight stopped. As his vision began to darken and the tears dropped uselessly down his face, he imagined he heard one person he wanted to hear the most. But he still closed his eyes. He didn't want to hear Ryota reject him in disgust. ***** Ryota had managed to leave work a couple of hours early, his need to see his lover had intensified with the anticipation of what he felt Yori wished to speak with him about. While he tried to tone down his daydreams, thinking that Yori likely just wished to tell him face to face that he was due his heat, so he wouldn't be able to be with him for a short while, his mind still ran over several other potential conversations. Ryota, would you please help me with my heat? Yori glanced up at him through his thick lashes with heated eyes. The Alpha had crossed his legs, thankful that he had been at his desk while the scenario flashed before his eyes. As it happened, things were a little quieter at the hotel following the holidays. People were a little tighter of purse the first few weeks of January, worrying that they had been too free with their spending the previous month. The few customers they had were either businessmen or those gifted with spa days and nights, for the most part. Less customers meant that his days were also quieter and he resolved the majority of his work even before his lunch break. Only a couple of new issues had risen their heads in the afternoon, a complaint, which was easily resolved and arranging a meeting with a few prominent business people who wished to hold a wedding fair at his hotel. Naturally, he would accept hosting such an event, it would boost advertising for the hotel as a place to stay for the wedding night or even a honeymoon destination. With an appointment arranged, he advised his assistant manager and the spa's manager that he was heading out early. They nodded knowing that Ryota usually put in more hours than most on a usual day and the man headed out of the hotel and straight to his car in the basement parking. As he drove towards Yori's home, he could not help but wish for the journey to shorten, to curse as a traffic light went red, to grind his teeth as traffic slowed at a particular junction. But he arrived having broken no laws and jumped out of his car and ran the length of the pathway to Yori's house. He paused as he came to the front door, which was slightly ajar and frowned. He pushed it inward and stepped into the house, about to call for Yori when he heard a scuffle coming from the living room. He felt as if his world suddenly began to move in slow motion as he peered around the corner, his heart thudding deeply in his chest as he witnessed another man above Yori's still form. His lover's chest was exposed and the stranger's trousers were visibly undone. Pain swept through his chest as he yelled; "What the fuck are you doing?"