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spooky-bunnys · 5 months

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will there be part 5 of baby haitani? I need it!!

Title: Haitani Baby Brother FINAL

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Sanzu x Haitani Younger Brother

Warnings: Fluff!

When (Name) opened his eyes, he was blinded by a bright light. He tried looking around vut his head and body felt like he'd been hit with a truck. As he carefully looked around he noticed he was in the medical ward in the Bonten's headquarters.

He smelled the air trying to find certain sents but couldn't smell anything over the scent of bleach and cleaner. So he did the next best thing he could do. He called out hoping anyone would hear him. What he wasn't expecting was your the door for the room to literally break off the hinges.

Startling the poor Omega. Realising who it was (Name) started crying. "Alpha!" Sanzu quickly wrapped his arms around his Omega. Tears in both their eyes. "I-I thought I had lost you! When you went down a-and the pups-" (Name) pushed him away shaking. "P-Pups. Where's the pups? Are they okay? Did something go wrong?!"

Sanzu pulled (Name) close and kissed him deeply. As he pulled away Sanzu smiled. "The girls are just fine (Name)." (Name) smiled brightly. "Girls? I had twin girls?" Sanzu nodded. "Yep two female Alpha's that look just like you. But with my eyes. I'm so proud of you Omega." Sanzu scented the very happy Omega.

A knock on the door interrupted the couples reunion. Takeomi and Mikey stood there. Each holding a wrapped pup. Mikey made his way over with a slight smile. "You did good (Name). Your brothers are getting you clothes and some food. They left just before you woke up."

(Name) nodded his eyes not leaving the blanket in his arms. Mikey chuckled and carefully handed (Name) the wrapped blanket. Takeomi followed, after grumbling for a few moments. The Omega started crying again staring at the pups he's been carrying for what felt like such a long time ago. "Hi my little angels." Sanzu carefully scooted (Name) forward a bit so he could sit behind him.

"That one on the right is the oldest. She has the Haitani's blonde hair and my eyes. We named her Akira. The one on the left has my eyes but I think she has a mixture of our hair. Her name is Akiko." (Name) nodded slowly. He still couldn't believe this was happening.

The door opened and the rest of Bonten came in. (Name)'s brothers coming in last with two bags. They all surrounded the bed watching the scene. "Their beautiful Haruchiyo." Sanzu smiled softly and kissed his temple. "Its all thanks to you my beautiful Omega. You've made me so happy. Thank you for giving me this family."

(Name) hummed. Purring silently and snuggled against Sanzu's chest. Ran placed the bag of food on the table by the bed. "Look at that. We're Uncles Rindou!" Rindou placed the duffle bag he was holding by the bathroom. "We sure are Aniki. Just think we could have more nieces and nephews in the future."

Takeomi nodded. "I hope we do. I'd love being an Uncle." Sanzu glared at him. "I've accepted the idiots as my pups Uncles but you haven't earned shit yet!" (Name) elbowed Sanzu. "Chiyo! Watch what you say around the pups!" Sanzu instantly apologized to (Name) and lightly scented him again. Ignoring the flabbergasted Takeomi.

(Name) waddled down the hallway. As he made it into the kitchen he sighed. "Girls! Come on! You're gonna be late!" Akira and Akiko came rancing into the kitchen. The now 8 year olds sat at the kitchen table. "But Momma we don't want to go to Uncle Omi's! Why can't we go to Uncle Mikey's!?"

(Name) sighed with a smile. "You're both definitely your sires daughters. He hates your Uncle Omi too. But Uncle Mikey is busy this afternoon with business with his company. Unless you'd like to join your father and I to our baby appointment?" Bpth girls groaned. "What about Uncles Ran and Rin?" (Name) sighed. "They're out of the country on business."

"But what-", (Name) placed two Bento's in front of the girls. "Everyone else is busy. Even your Uncles Kakucho and Kokonoi. Uncle Omi was a last resort. Trust me your sire was upset about it too." The girls pouted and huffed. (Name) smiled and kissed their heads. "If you behave for Uncle Omi, I'm sure your father wouldn't mind a cuddle pile later tonight."

The girls perked up. While their mother was their favorite parent, that hadn't seen their father in a while. "Promise Momma?" (Name) smiled softly. "Oh I promise. I'll make sure he's here at home by the time you two come back." The girls cheered and hugged their dam before grabbing their bags and bento's before going outside.

Takeomi had been ready to knock when the door opened. He opened his arms to hug the girls but they ignored him and instead got into his car. Takeomi sighed and pouted. "Hopefully this one likes me. If not I'm never gonna be the favorite Uncle!" (Name) snorted. "Even if this baby doesn't hate you, you wouldn't be the favorite Uncle Takeomi. Not with my brothers around."

Takeomi grumbled and waved bye before getting into his car. (Name) waved good-bye and went back inside. When he finally sat on the couch (Name) finally relaxed. Sinking into the couch. He checked the time. The appointment wasn't for a few more hours. He looked down at his bump and smiled. "You wouldn't mind a nap would you my Prince?" There was a small kick and (Name) smiled. "Didn't think so."

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hailuchiha · 6 months

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DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

!! MINORS DNI !!

!! 18 + NSFW CONTENT!!

!! ALL characters involved are ADULTS ; NO minor characters!!

incest; heat; belly bulge; omegaverse; alpha!itachi; omega!reader; brosis; sibling incest; claiming bite; heat sex;

wow 2.2k words... this sorta turned into a beast of a fic

Heat

It was one of those pleasant rare moments when the oldest Uchiha siblings could spend time together. Sasuke was gone on a week-long training camp with Team 7, their mother was away on a diplomatic mission, and their father was spending more and more hours at the police force head quarters.

Itachi, the firstborn and the alpha, and his younger sister were left to their own devices, although both siblings loved to take the chance to just chat and hang around. After just having completed a long mission, Itachi was allowed some rest period, and he was content to hang out with his sister. The second-born Uchiha on the other hand, happily readjusted her plans to fit around just living in domestic bliss with her older brother.

One day, Itachi couldn't really muster the energy to get out of bed. It wasn't common for him to be lethargic, but he assumed it was okay to sleep in one day. No harm in that, right?

Being the caring sister she was, the omega didn't go to check on him when he wasn't already the backyard working out when she came down in the morning. But by the time noon rolled around, when there was still no sign of life coming from his room, she gave up on giving him space and went to his room. She was worried!

When there was no response to her knock, she creaked the door open and slipped inside. Itachi lay in bed, his breathing was deep and a bit laboured, his forehead clammy. She approached the bed, wincing upon the sweat-soaked, shivering form of her brother, and reached out to touch his sweaty forehead. Despite somewhat expecting the heat, she yanked her hand back with a hiss.

As she rushed out of the room to get a cool bucket of water and some hand towels, she tried not to berate herself for having left him unchecked for so long. She put on some soup, leaving it on low heat so it would be ready by the time he awakes.

That done, the omega returned to the room with the required items and perched next to him on the bed. She soaked the towels in the cold water and took one out, wringing the excess water out of it. As she placed it on Itachi's burning forehead, her worried gaze met his tired one.

"Poor aniki... You're running a high fever," she said, stroking his face as he hummed quietly.

"I would've been fine after a day's rest, sweet sister," he said, but his voice cracked from lack of use.

The omega clicked her tongue and shushed him, replacing the now-warm towel with a fresh cold one.

"Just let me help. Don't be stubborn."

XXX

Later, when his temperature had cooled down enough and he was able to sit up in bed, his sister quickly left to fetch the soup. She brought it on a tray, along with breadsticks, a tablet for the fever, and a tall glass of water.

They sat in companionable silence as the omega slowly fed her older brother the soup, occasionally dipping the breadsticks into it to give him something more solid to munch on.

As soon as he'd finished the soup, she gave him the medicine, which he downed with the remaining water.

"Thank you, dear," he sighed, voice stronger now, as she stood up, leaning down to grab the tray off his lap and pressing a kiss his forehead in the process.

"Please, don't be ridiculous, aniki. Who else would've taken care of you?" she said with a huff, but immediately grinned at him when he raised an elegant eyebrow.

"I'll check in on you later. Just call me if you need anything," she said, placing a few of his favourite books beside him on the bed before taking her leave.

XXX

True to her word, she finished up some tasks that needed doing, and went to check up on Itachi the moment she returned home.

It was later in the day, and the sunlight streaming in from his window wasn't doing much to light up the room. The omega didn't want to turn on the light in his room in case it disturbed his sleep, but approached his bed anyway, and checked his temperature.

Itachi was burning up again. Way worse than in the afternoon. She frowned, thinking she should have taken him to the hospital to start with!

As she started to move away, a vicelike grip tightened around her wrist. It felt like the heat from Itachi's skin was searing her. She yelped, trying to snatch her wrist away before she even realized what was happening.

The grip simply tightened and she was yanked down.

Only as she was sprawled over Itachi's body burning with fever did she realize that her brother must be awake. That, or he must be having a nightmare.

"Itachi?" she called out, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

Instead of a verbal response, she was rewarded with his face burying into the crook of her neck as he inhaled her scent deeply. She made a strangled sound as he started nosing at her scent gland, making her body react to the maddening touch. His arms gripped her tightly against him, her squirming seemingly feeding in to his desire.

"Y-You're in heat-!" she said uselessly as the realization hit her, her own senses being invaded by the overpowering mix of his own scent and heat addled pheromones.

"Mine," he grunted against the skin of her neck, before licking a burning stripe from the nape of her neck to her jaw.

She shuddered in his hold, her body shaking with need, reacting to his touches and alpha pheromones, too busy trying to shake off her desire to hear his words.

The world seemed to tip at the edge, and then her back bounced off his mattress before her vision was filled with her older brother hovering over her. His eyes were glowing red, the sharingan having spun out of control, and his fangs were on display as he panted, slack jawed.

Time seemed to be still for a long moment, and then his clawed hands were ripping at her clothes, slicing into them as if scissors into paper. The omega gasped in sock at the precise slicing. His sharpened claws could have easily sliced into her supple skin, but she didn't have a scratch to show for it. Her large breasts heaved as she attempted to catch her breath, her legs trembling where Itachi had held them open to crawl between them, as her pretty clothes surrounded her in tatters on the mattress.

His hands twitched on her waist, as if he was trying to hold his alpha back, but the omega could see in his vacant expression that her brother was losing. The alpha had taken over, and it would get what it wanted.

Even as she slid her legs open wider in invitation, she could not believe what she was doing. She wasn't the one in heat, but the eldest Uchiha's pheromones were pushing her to the edge, drawing her omega out.

And all her omega wanted was to please the alpha, to be owned and feel complete.

He hadn't even touched her, and her cunt was throbbing with need, slick and wet from the need to be filled. Itachi's nose twitched, a hungry smirk pulling at his lips as he no doubt caught the scent of her wetness.

He raised a hand, bringing it down with wet plap as she smacked her wet folds. Y/N's mouth dropped open, a loud groan spilling from her lips as her cunt throbbed for more even as Itachi pulled his hand away to lick and sniff at her wet juices covering his palm.

"P-Please, aniki," she couldn't help but plead, knowing in the back of her mind that she should feel pathetic for begging like this, but at the same time, not giving a damn right now.

She must have been too distracted in her desperation, mind too hazy seeking for pleasure, because her gaze widened at the sight of his fat, gloriously long cock as it filled her vision. When had he undressed?

Not that it mattered. She just needed him in her sopping, needy pussy right now.

As if on the same page as her, Itachi pulled her leg over his shoulder, making her cunt stretch prettily, before lining the thick, mushroomed head of his cock to her lips. He didn't wait, didn't care about meeting her gaze as he pushed in, eyes glued to his fat cock stretching her needy little whole; watching it twitch and throb to accommodate him, too greedy to push him out.

His eyes closed, he gripped her hips, his nails digging into her soft flesh, as he slammed in past the barely-there resistance thanks to how wet her cunt was, burying himself to the hilt with a groan, his balls slapping her ass. His sister was a mess, under him, babbling and making soft sounds, her pussy fluttering prettily around his fat girth.

He knelt between her legs, knees digging into the mattress on either side of her waist as he repositioned her to hike her hips onto his lap. The alpha grunted as she continued to babble, wrapping her leg loosely around his waist before adjusting the other one back onto his shoulder. With her practically bent into half, he pounded into her slowly, his cock twitching at the sight of his thick cock filling her, stretching her out over and over.

The omega was a mewling mess, writhing under him, her back arching with each thrust as he picked up the pace. Feeling his mouth water at the sight of her massive tits bouncing with his each movement, he removed a hand from her trim waist to cup and grope her soft breasts. As she moaned, asking for more, Itachi groaned upon noticing the bulge his cock made in her belly each time he plunged in, seeming to hit deeper upon each hit from this angle. His alpha roared at the sight, becoming more needy, screaming to claim her now.

Unable to hold back anymore, Itachi once again gave in to his alpha, leaning down to hover over his sweet sister, feeling his cock bury deeper into her, and kissed her, licking into her slack mouth. When he pulled away, he saw the dazed look in her eyes, her lips slick with their drool, and the sigh made him throb, wanting to paint her walls with his potent seed.

"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, watching her just take everything he had to give, making needy sounds as if asking for more. "It's like you were made to take my cock."

Wasting no more time, he bent his head, slotting his lips over her scent gland, licking the burning skin of her neck before sinking his fangs in.

XXX

The smell of his heat seemed to fill the house, like their mingled scents wanted to announce their mating. Mikoto had been surprised, even flustered at first, right after she'd returned, but soon, like Fugaku, she seemed to come to terms with it pretty quickly, not even bothering to question her eldest children.

While both brother and sister tiptoed around their parents, with the omega going to any lengths to keep her marked neck covered from sight so as not to rub what happened in their parent's faces, they soon realized that perhaps their parents weren't that worried or upset.

"Isn't Sasuke set to return in a couple days?" Mikoto said nonchalantly, breaking the silence at the breakfast table.

Itachi and his sister caught each other's eye before looking curiously at the their mother, while Fugaku sipped his tea.

"Hn. Hatake sent a note. They'll be returning tomorrow afternoon," their father replied, not bothered by the silence from his children.

"Good, good," Mikoto hummed before sipping her tea. "Both of you, be prepared," she continued, flicking her gaze to her kids briefly. "After Sasuke returns, we'll announce your engagement. There will be a formal banquet soon after, so see to it that you're prepared."

Fugaku merely raised an eyebrow as his children gave him wide-eyed looks. He could sense where this was going.

"I-Is this a punishment? We're so sorry, mama, papa," their daughter said, looking guiltily between them. "It's my fault I didn't realize aniki was in heat."

"Little sister," Itachi called out sternly just as Mikoto clicked her tongue.

The older omega set her cup down a bit too hard, before fixing her daughter with a look that meant business.

"Don't you apologize. Never apologize for taking care of your family," she waited till her daughter met her gaze. "The same goes for you," her eyes shifted to Itachi. "These things happen sometimes... It couldn't be avoided this time. But I don't want you hung up over it."

"Your mother's right," Fugaku added, with a stern tone, although his eyes were kind. "Besides, we need to move on quickly and make the best out of this situation. Now that you're bonded, it would be cruel to make other matches for you."

Itachi met his sister's gaze, smiling softly upon seeing her looking more relaxed now, as if their parents words were just what she needed. In all honesty, hearing his father and mother accept and support them really took off a heavy weight from Itachi's shoulders, so he could understand where his sister's relief came from.

"Understood, father," he said. "It is the best course of action."

"We'll be ready," his omega said.

prompt filled for this anon's request

A/N: this was such an interesting scenario! thanks anon and hope you enjoy! also, might return to fix typos whenever i notice them

#itachi uchiha #dark itachi #itachi smut #itachi #tw dark naruto scenarios #naruto scenarios #tw dark content #tw dark themes #minors dni

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kinkmom · 10 months

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Afterparty In Aniki's Room

The invite can't be refused. 😏

Alpha Dave needs some quality time with his siblings to wind down after a stiff gathering. What better than to peel Dirkette slowly out of her furisode and enjoy every inch of her along the way?

#Homestuck #Yakuza AU #Stridercest #Straightdercest #Alphacest #Dirkette Strider #Alpha Dave #dubcon #straight #noodle doodles #the arts #nom piste jii pee gee :3

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fishcop · 6 months

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I feel like all the JRWI fans are (unsurprisingly imo /lh) turning into SOW fans and I know absolutely nothing about it outside of Grizzly being in it alongside a bunch of other VTubers. So please oh wise Fishcop, inform me on what it’s about because I kind of want to check it out

FUEBDIENSO YEAH

I think it’s one of the many ways to cope with the jrwi hiatus /lh

AND YES >:D THANK YOU FOR TURNING TO THE GREAT WISE FISHCOP IN YOUR POSSIBLE SOW JOURNEY

shadows over welde is a dnd campaign run by alpha aniki on twitch (all the vods are on yt tho :D)

to be honest I didn’t know any of the vtubers either lmao, I came cause of peer pressure and grizzlyplays content but most of them are voice actors and the rp is top tier

Pretty standard dnd! Think like taverns and gods but it’s got this really cool dark fantasy ish (help I can’t describe things) gothic? Almost tone to it that I adore. The story centers around various gods and faiths, lotttta drow. You’ve got a bunch of very very different characters invited for the most fun event of all: a funeral :D

It’s got kind of a slow tempo to it (the episodes are pretty long lmao) but I love the characters and the world building is so so sick (Shoutout to zephrael and sunder)

anyways yeah you should totally give it a try! Check it out it’s on alpha aniki’s yt and if you do uh. Come back here so I can go insane about it :D

#I could go on. Such a ramble about the characters #Im stronger than my impulses (lying)#shadows over welde #Wonderful way to stave off the missing jrwi ours you should try it out :D /nf

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belit0 · 1 year

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2000 Word Commission (TobiIzu, HashiIzu, MadaIzu) for Anon

Izuna in heat and the other three founders, Hashirama Tobirama and Madara all fucking him and wanting to breed him I don’t mind or care if it’s in a foursome/group sex scenario or if it’s one at a time.

In the end. it is almost 4000 thousand words, got a little carried away, so enjoy!🤗💕💫

KO-FI COMMISSIONS

Unfortunately, it is time to choose.

Izuna comes out of his meeting with the clan elders feeling dizzy, pressured, and about to start his heat, isn't this the best combination in the world? He knows he doesn't have much time left, nor are his family's expectations wrong.

Being at the perfect age, the Uchiha council believes it is time for their elite Omega to become pregnant, capitalizing on the best condition his body will ever be in to produce a flawless potential heir.

Being second in command brings both respect and demands, and he is aware of having ignored his seniors' pleas for at least a couple of years now. If his father were alive he would have forced him to marry long ago, and he considers himself fortunate to have had enough time to grow up, develop, know what he wants in life before embarking on that journey.

Aniki never forced him to choose, never would, but Izuna is no stranger to the role he must play. Should Madara be unable to produce a fit inheritor, the offspring of the second Uchiha in charge would be the ideal ones for taking care of the clan.

Three possible candidates were the ones named by the elders, Alphas he himself considered from the very moment he made his determination. Two of them would bring incomparable genes to the mix, sacred and legendary unions never before imagined before reaching peace, and the third would perpetuate the Uchiha blood for eternity, keeping the lineage pure and unaltered.

What to do?

He brings a hand to his forehead as he shuffles his feet through the corridors of the main house, feeling the temperature flush through his body. It won't be long before his instincts hit him with natural forces, and he must act fast.

Struggling for coherence and evaluating certain factors, he decides to undertake a torturous walk full of curious stares to the Hokage's tower, his first stop of the day. Climbing the stairs has never been so difficult, and he struggles to forcibly suppress his scent. Keeping his glands from releasing that sweet perfume consumes nearly all of his concentration, and he fails to notice himself colliding against a toned chest on his way up.

"Izuna! Wonderful to see you! Wow... Are you okay?" The Hokage's face quickly transmutes from a beaming smile to a worried countenance, holding the Uchiha by his forearms and bending his knees to stand face to face, assessing him closely. "You're burning up... oh darling, you should be in bed!" the Senju exclaims with concern, taking him in his arms unquestioningly and leading him into his personal office.

He closes the door and locks it behind him, carrying the stricken Izuna to a couch next to his desk. The coffee table in front of it looks cluttered with money and betting boards, but at this moment nothing could matter less to him.

Izuna knows what he must do.

Saying absolutely nothing, he stops fighting his natural instincts, easily releasing his blocked glands and feeling immediate relief at the violent passage of perfume in the room. As his body relaxes from the lack of suppression, next to him, Hashirama stiffens.

He watches carefully how his pupils dilate, how his complexion changes again in a guttural transformation, and how his posture becomes predisposed to attack. A triggered Alpha is a difficult force to stop, even more so when the one who provokes it is a fertile and in-heat Omega.

The fight the Senju exerts against his wild side is visible, and it can be assumed there is a pitched war in his brain as he tries to restrain himself. Managing impulses, for the dominant race, is simply impossible, and only those great warriors can reason with the beast living inside them.

The Senju doesn't stand a chance when Izuna boosts his scent, an intoxicating sweet and addictive fragrance acting as an aphrodisiac for any functional Alpha. It was Madara who confessed to him the terrible effect his perfume has, one of the many times his heat came unannounced during a training session with him, giving him knowledge of a lethal weapon.

Lethal in both senses, for being under a horny Alpha is highly dangerous if one does not intend to end up impregnated by the encounter. Fortunately, that is what Izuna is all about.

He runs a little secret competition, where the three participants will give the best of themselves as called by their natural, and the winner of his womb will be decided by destiny.

Hashirama is on him in less than a second, sniffing like a hungry wolf at his neck and bringing out sharp claws which act with more finesse than one would anticipate. "You smell so good, such a delicious fragrance, how am I supposed to resist the call of an Omega as beautiful as you?" the man seems to be talking to himself, totally possessed by his wild side and ignoring any kind of coherence.

He turns him over with simple movements, exposing him on his knees sooner than he estimated. The Uchiha does not fail to permeate the air with his perfume, counting on that marvelous drug to help the Senju with what he must do. The sexual tension between the two was always measurable, but one could say that about any Alpha interacting with Izuna, a flirtatious personality from birth.

He knows this Alpha desires him, he can feel his eyes scanning his form when he thinks he's not paying attention, he can read his gaze smoothly when they casually talk, he can almost hear his wild side screaming for him to fuck him right there without further ado.

He knows he is the most appropriate Omega in many ways for anyone important, and he intends to use this asset to his advantage.

His pants disappear with a tug, reduced to his bent knees, and the Senju lays him down with a gentleness unbecoming for the situation on the couch, chest against the cushions and fully presented in front of him.

"Look at this pretty hole, how dare you be so charming, little Omega?" His words make him tremble with both excitement and anger, his ass responding to every stimulation the Senju's voice offers, desperate for the dominant's validation but frustrated to bask in it, all at the same time.

"Please fuck me!" He exclaims in a mixture of need and anxiety, his body demanding that sense of completeness, his purpose being fulfilled. It takes nothing more than his aroma and pleading to set the Alpha off.

Hashirama thrusts into him slowly, using every inch of natural lubrication his hole provides and gutturally grunting at the stimulation. When the Uchiha thinks he will start to move, he grabs him with both hands by the chest and settles him on top, leaning back against the opposite end of the couch and resting on his back.

Izuna's pants remain pulled across his chest from side to side, now sagging down to his ankles and locked by his sandals. ""Ride me, pretty one." He intones in a voice both deep and soft, and that compliment sends ripples throughout his body. He follows his commands to perfection, his primal part desperate to please the Alpha beneath him, bouncing over his waist with need.

"Such a good boy, look how well you take my cock, you deserve to get properly stuffed, don't you?" His massive hands hold his hips, long claws avoiding digging into his skin and guiding him gently. Izuna assumed the Hokage would be the worst of the three, too much power inside him to be able to fight his Alpha, yet there is restraint and calm in his actions, both despairing and arousing at the same time.

"Want to be my gorgeous breeding toy?" he asks rhetorically, his hands guiding him up and down faster. There is too much stimulation, and he feels his whole body burning with pleasure and hunger, eager to be filled to the brim and satisfy the Alpha beneath his legs. "Please, yes!" he cries out between moans and heaving breaths, stroking himself off as he surrenders total control of his rhythm to Hashirama.

The Senju soon takes control, using him at will and demand just as a hole to squeeze out all the contents of his cock, holding him tighter and tighter and moving him with lust. He holds on longer than the Uchiha would have thought, estimating how a triggered Alpha can't resist the need to impregnate, to breed, but after a few good minutes of fucking he can feel that famous knot forming inside him.

A ball that grows and grows at the base of his dick, harder and harder to get inside, struggling to stay locked within his channel, making sure all his seed is buried in his belly. The Senju grunts with abandon as Izuna feels that hot liquid melt in his passage, caressing his natural desire to be full, well bred. They both finish simultaneously, and it could appear as a picturesque image ignoring the obscenity of the facts.

A good length of time elapses until his knot deflates, precious minutes Izuna uses to recompose his mind and use the brief relief allowing coherence to decide his next steps.

He disengages from the Alpha before the latter can react, knocked out by the ferocity and power of his windup, and it's the perfect time frame to fix his clothes and clench his legs, walking swiftly and carefully to his next target.

Suppressing his natural perfume again, he uses the dominant scent permeating his entire being to avoid attracting greedy eyes, disguising his heat under the scent of an unleashed Alpha to make anyone else dare not look at him.

The location of his target is a bit further away, but he manages to get there relatively quickly, using his last moments of pure lucidity before the urgency of his horniness strikes again.

He has one hand on his butt, exerting pressure, trying to keep the contents inside safe, giving the first competitor a fair chance.

The second one appears at the door of his laboratory, having detected an intruder in the guarded perimeters of the place. Izuna knows every one of his traps and protections, having taken the insufferable time to study them just to annoy him. Every time Tobirama decided to change one to throw him off, the Uchiha had already memorized the procedure to use for disabling them.

With experienced precision, he smoothly walks down the path, while the albino waits for him with crossed arms and an annoyed look on his face as usual. He wastes no time, releasing his overpowering scent and trying to win him over the same way he did with his older brother, but the Alpha aroma he carries along works against him.

" Why are you walking like a constipated duck and what is this odd combination of scents you're sporting, Uchiha?" the Hokage's brother asks disdainfully, as if the answer was of no interest to him but needing to know at the same time. He uncrosses his arms when having him inches away, and is surprised to identify the smell permeating over him as Hashirama's.

"I just fucked your brother so good I probably got myself pregnant." He confesses with a self-satisfied smile on his face, knowing that to win Tobirama over he has to appeal to his frustration, to his anger. Years of fights and confrontations provided precious information about his eternal rival, iconic ways to get to his nerves and get what he wants from him.

"Shut the fuck up." A hand reaches to close the building's door, but Izuna shoots his scent so potently that the blend between the two fragrances becomes unmistakable. He observes as the Senju sniffs the air, just like his brother, but there is confusion, indignation on his face. " Now, wait, you seriously did that?"

"Of course I did. He fucked me for hours and stuffed me full, I'm probably carrying his pup as we speak." The Uchiha enters the lab uninvited, slamming his elbow against the albino's chest and moving him out of the way. He rests his hip against one of his work tables, and turns around to look at him with satisfaction "doesn't his scent on me tell you anything? Come on, I know you're stupid but that much?"

The provocation seems to hit the right spot, perfect calculation of which buttons to push and how to generate the expected reaction. The Omega continues to release his fragrance, so intense and pure it begins to gain space in the room. Soon, the entire study area is permeated with the mingled scents, and Izuna laughs as the Senju covers his nose and growls angrily.

"Come on, Tobi, man up... what's wrong? Your brother beat you to the punch? Can't taste it because he got first? I thought the Senju clan boasted of love and closeness, maybe you're all a bunch of liars and-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" the Alpha lunges at him, right where the Uchiha needs him, and when he has him clutching his tunic with both hands and about to unleash a fist all over his face, he hits him with a surge of sweetness and spice, pheromones doing their thing to tempt the predator in front of his eyes.

It all happens with violence and passion, a mixture of roughness and excitement typical of the dynamic the two have always carried forward. The albino turns him over on his desk, making him rest his chest on the cold metal and pulling down his pants without warning. His touches are a perfect blend of sadism and need, bare claws tearing through the skin of his buttocks, opening his hole wide for a sudden penetration.

Tobirama never had great power over his Alpha, too disconnected from his feelings to restrain or reason with it, and that's exactly what Izuna appeals to. Unconsciousness, pure desire, primitive needs being satisfied amidst violence and heat. His former enemy thrusts into him without a drop of affection in between, grabbing his hips and piercing his skin with his claws.

Blood trickles down the side of his legs, but the Uchiha hisses in equal parts arousal and pain. It is the savagery with which the Senju fucks him the same one he fantasized about over and over again on the battlefield, when his anti-Alpha defenses were not yet well assembled and the dominants were able to get to him much more easily.

The number of times he imagined himself under this man, being fucked mercilessly and without hesitation, yet today his fantasy becomes reality and is even better than in his head.

" Fucking Omega, you sure need someone to put you in your place, to show you how you're just a pathetic hole for me to stuff." Words come out between grunts and strains, and despite how shattered his mind is under the Alpha's terrible onslaught on him, Izuna is amazed at how this one managed to formulate a complete sentence.

Maybe he doesn't lose as much control as he expected, maybe Tobirama is just like that.

"Dirty boy, you come crawling all the way here in heat, begging me to fuck you, disgusting." The degradation of his speech travels right down to between his legs, but as he reaches to jerk himself off in the small space between his body and the table, Tobirama takes both of his hands and positions them on his back.

He pulls his arms into an awkward position, forcing them still in an unnatural angle without being able to touch himself. The burning in his hole and the sharp pain in his extremities provide a new wave of arousal he didn't think he was capable of feeling, his own cock throbbing with the need to be stroked.

"Fuck!" he hisses into the air, more to himself than to the one working his rear, his words earning him a harder tug on his hands. He swears his arms are about to give under the pressure as he feels the now familiar sensation of that knot forming, and he knows there isn't much left.

"Yes, I'll fuck you, surrendering to my cock like a needy whore. How little respect you have for yourself to come pleading for me to breed you, hm?" The grunting and aggression goes on and on, but what he didn't expect was to feel the Senju's fangs on the back of his neck as he finishes. He pulls his ponytail out of the way, and both canines dig into his skin, tearing it again and creating a sharp point of pain unlike anything he'd ever experienced.

It is not a bonding mark, but one used by dominants to keep a stressed Omega calm, to relax the prey's muscles beneath their teeth, leave them soft and pliable to their liking. Izuna always considered having that point of weakness available was an abuse of nature, but the combination of his belly being filled for the second time plus the sudden quietness throughout his body knocks him out.

Everything goes black around him, and the ache in his arms and skin disappears completely. The only thing he hears before he loses consciousness is another insult from Tobirama, and a huge knot locked inside him.

His body falls apart on the workbench, muscles flabby and mind dull, completely devoted to the trust he has in his former enemy.

...

Izuna wakes up in his bed, in the safety of his home, and for a moment he believes his whole journey was a dream. That thought disappears when he tries to sit up and receives a huge call of agony on his backside, looking at his wrists and noticing claw marks all over his skin. What happened is as real as everything inside him, and a sense of anxiety and reassurance washes over him once realizing there is only one competitor left.

He lets his hair down to hide the mark Tobirama probably left there, trying to decipher if it was him who brought him here or if his older brother had found him in his lab. It wouldn't make sense, of course, since Madara went into council with the elders as soon as he left that room in the morning.

He makes an effort to get up, and as he approaches the window of the bedroom, he estimates it is probably the middle of the night. There is no news of the Senju brothers' chakra around, and he is tacitly grateful for the time he will have available to finish his mission.

"Are you going to sleep already?" That wonderfully deep voice booms against the four walls of his chamber, Madara watching him with an adorable smile as he turns around. He runs into his older brother's arms, making sure to release the scent that tells of his unrestrained state.

His Aniki knows him so well he was probably aware of his heat before he did, but the younger Uchiha intends to make sure this one understands what he needs. The elders must have had the same talk with him this morning, the same words of demand they gave Izuna, this time directed at the clan leader.

Requiring purity to be maintained in the lineage.

"You were with the Senju brothers, I see." He comments with little grace in his voice, and kisses his crown before turning his attention to his hands. "What happened here?" his tone changes, sternness in the conjugation of his words, hardness in his eyes as if scolding him.

"Training with Tobirama, you know how he gets about proving superiority." He tries to wrench his hands from his brother's grip, to pretend, but he is too observant to fall for his games. He carries him over to the bed and sits him on the mattress before leaving to fetch gauze and cleaning supplies, intending to disinfect his wounds and dress them.

Madara makes gentle work of the injured areas on his skin, delicately caressing each injury so as not to produce more pain in them. He takes his time with each one, and it is Izuna who reveals the cuts on his waist for him to treat those too.

There are doubts on his countenance when he gives the location of the attack, the symmetry of the cuts, how they are located on both sides of his hip, but the younger Uchiha quickly silences them with a smile, inviting him to sit next to him on the bed.

The clan leader wraps his arms around his brother's body, and generates a cloud of his own scent to envelop the younger Uchiha in it, silently imbuing him with his fragrance as Izuna hides in his neck, cocooned by his arms and his care.

It is the comfort of the environment and how safe he feels in Madara's presence that make him completely relax, the symptoms of his heat returning with full force as he detects a strong and capable Alpha, trustworthy, reliable. His every caress on his back makes him purr, and his natural instincts are completely revealed in front of the only dominant he can count on for absolutely everything.

Some people would think it unnatural for the Omega and the main Alpha of the family to bond with each other, but for Izuna it would be an entirely natural process beyond blood and purity, giving himself in soul and life to the one person who went through the same adversities as him, the one presence who never abandoned him, who stood by his side even in the most difficult of times.

Producing an heir for Madara would be the greatest act of love he could give him, appreciation for all his efforts and companionship, the greatest show of affection he could perform. He knows how the elders asked them both to do so, understands it is a real possibility, and indeed hopes he is the one who succeeds in impregnating him.

That's why when they both surrender to the sheets and give themselves into each other's arms, mouths entwined and claws in the air, Izuna feels complete, liberated, ready to be taken as he truly desires. His brother's touches are precise, with just the right strength and the necessary delicacy, knowing his body like a map he drew himself.

He continues to fervently release his dominant perfume, filling the room with Alpha's ecstasy and bathing him in it, inviting him to consciously erase any traces of others on himself. Not forcing him to do so, but giving him the chance to stop it, to tell him to stop, he enjoys every second of his brother choosing his scent over anyone else's.

Quick kisses and slow caresses lead to a loving encounter replete with affection, where Izuna is cherished as the most beautiful Omega in the world and praised as an ancestral god, Madara working his flesh beyond natural heat and arousal, showing him how precious he is in his eyes with pure concentrated love.

It feels totally right when he penetrates and bites his neck, extremely close to the area where Alphas mark their mates, and finds he wouldn't mind being claimed by him at all. It is his older brother with whom he ends his heat, allowing him indiscriminate access to his belly, surrendering himself to the will of his knot and the mercy of his fangs, marked over and over again by his very blood without any complaint whatsoever.

The Uchiha ends the day brimming with seed, properly bred by the three most powerful Alphas in the world, sweetly awaiting an early revelation, under the anxiety of not knowing who will be the winner of his little competition until his cub is born.

Place your bets.

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