Never Hurt He Who Holds You as His Heart

Sora is in heat on Tsuyoshi’s bed, his pants flung off to the side of the bed. Tsuyoshi is above him, looking toward the door where Takeo and Azuma stand wearing similar expressions of anger, pain, and betrayal.

Sora does not have the mental capacity as of yet to register what is happening due to the full force of his heat. Tsuyoshi sees Takeo’s face paint over red with a startling murderous glint in his eyes.

Takeo the orphan who he’s known since they were in middle school. The lonely and unsociable Takeo who lived in the house of his uncle and aunt who hated him. Takeo, who he considered a brother, who he would never betray.

Behind him, Azuma had tears dripping down his shocked face and he wasn’t even aware of it, that was the extent to which he felt betrayed. A lump caught in his throat as he tried to explain the situation but only stammered out incomplete words that refused to take shape.

Takeo moved towards him with his teeth bared, a sign of Alpha aggression, and his fists curle