Tell me that you need me (cause I love you so much).

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Rating: Explicit
Archive Warning: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category: M/M, Multi
Fandom: 東京卍リベンジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Manga), 東京卍リベン
ジャーズ | Tokyo Revengers (Anime)
Relationship: Mikey | Sano Manjirou/Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Mikey | Sano
Manjirou & Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Draken | Ryuuguuji
Ken/Sano Emma, Inupi | Inui Seishu/Koko | Kokonoi Hajime
Character: Mikey | Sano Manjirou, Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Sano Emma,
Kurokawa Izana, Matsuno Chifuyu, Shiba Hakkai, Angry | Kawata
Souya, Kakuchou (Tokyo Revengers), Koko | Kokonoi Hajime, Inupi |
Inui Seishu, Tachibana Hinata (Tokyo Revengers), Shiba Yuzuha
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Mikey | Sano Manjirou, Omega
Takemitchy | Hanagaki Takemichi, Canon-Typical Violence, Mating
Cycles/In Heat, Praise Kink, Fluff and Smut, Domestic Fluff, Gangs,
Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Rimming, Anal Sex,
Anal Fingering
Stats: Published: 2021-07-29 Chapters: 1/? Words: 3119

Tell me that you need me (cause I love you so much).

by Gemzy

Summary

It’s the best thing in the world, Takemichi thinks, as he soaks in a bath, to be mated to his
one true love.
No longer does he have to take horrible suppressants that tasted of sickly, sweet medicine to
mask his scent and semi-control his heats.
But then he accidentally attracts the wrong kind of attention...

Notes

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enjoy it!
And, why yes, I am obsessed with making lyrics my titles.
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Save me from the ones, that haunt me in the night.

I can’t live with myself, so stay with me tonight.

It is the best thing in the world, Takemichi thinks as he soaks in a bath, to be mated. To be one with
his true love.

No longer does he have to take horrible suppressants that tasted of sickly, sweet medicine to mask
his scent and semi–control his heats, no longer did he have to suffer through the experience of
feeling mindless and helpless, the feelings that came naturally with being an ‘Omega’ in heat.
Instead, he was mated. He was mated to his best friend, his soulmate, the only person in the entire
world who understood him, and who he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

It was their one-year anniversary coming up, where they solidified their bond and became a mated
pair for the first time, back then they were just boyfriends, timidly declaring their affections to one
another; not wanting to scare the other away with the depths of their feelings, and how much they
wanted to be together forever.

Back then it was casual dates, and warm fingers wrapped around his, Mikey whispering snatches of
poetic verses into his ear on their dates, strings of compliments, and soft declarations of his
affections, all wrapped up in the deep melodic lilt of his voice.

Mikey placing gentle kisses on his forehead and cheeks, always pausing, and silently asking for
permission before kissing Takemichi’s lips. Back then, everything was cautious, with barely
contained desire, lingering touches, and longing glances.

Now that they were mated, everything is different.

Kissing and touching Mikey was like touching the sun, hot and burning. Every kiss left him dizzy
and craving more. Every touch of Mikey’s skin against his own left him panting and purring for
more.

The bond that had formed when they first mated grew stronger with each and every passing day. It
was so strong, that it was getting to the point where he could sense what Mikey was feeling from
the opposite side of their penthouse, halfway across town if he concentrated really, really hard. He
could sense if his mate were happy or sad, lonely, or playful.

It had surprised their family and friends when they discovered how strong their bond was,
something so strong would usually take decades to develop. And the delight in Emma’s voice,
when she stated that any children they would have, would undoubtfully be beautiful and powerful,
left Takemichi feeling shy, if not a little proud throughout the rest of the night.

He wanted children, of course, he did. He could already picture a family in his head. Little dark-
haired children with their father’s pale skin, but his ocean blue eyes, or maybe a little girl with his
eyes and a little boy who would be an exact carbon copy of Mikey.

Manjirou Jr, maybe?

But he couldn’t think of stuff like that just yet, Mikey and he had only been mated for a year, and
they were still young. They weren’t even engaged yet and had only moved in together, for all he
knew a family could be the furthest thing from Mikey’s mind.

Mikey would be a great father though; he was already such a doting mate and took care of
Takemichi’s every need.

Even when Takemichi woke gasping and achingly hard in the middle of the night from some
random dream, Mikey was always there to take care of him, teasing him and bring him to the brink
of ecstasy.

And as Takemichi lathers up a sponge with Mikey’s soap, he wonders what his ‘Heat week’ is
going to be like. It’s coming up soon, next month, and he’s marked it on his calendar in bright red
ink. It takes place a couple of days after Mikey comes home from his business trip to the
Philippines. A business trip to see his older brother, and how their gang's influence over there is.

It’s not like he doesn’t want Mikey to see Izana, it’s just that all he can think of is Heat Week, and
he wants his Alpha all to himself. He wonders what it’s going to be like with Mikey.

A whole week dedicated to Mikey fucking him, marking him, and making him completely his.
They haven’t spent a Heat Week together before, sure, they’ve had plenty of sex throughout their
relationship, but never during that one time that comes once a year between January and March.
Where Omegas are healthy, and fertile, and begging for an Alpha to fill them and give them
children.

But this time, they’re mated, this time Mikey is all his.

He couldn’t help but wonder what it will be like. Maybe he would wake up in the morning
surrounded by the cinnamon spicy-sweet scent of his Alpha, and Mikey will climb on top of him
and fuck him into their mattress, he imagined the scenario and took himself in hand.
He was already half-hard and quickly growing harder; perhaps Mikey would pull back the sheets,
push up Takemichi’s nightshirt, push it up past his ribs and press him into the bed with the weight
of his broad, capable, heavily muscled body.

What would Mikey do then? Perhaps he’d put his mouth on Takemichi, he pulled harder at his
small, Omega cock, picturing it. And perhaps, Takemichi thought – his free hand creeping lower
and lower, before pushing a digit into himself – perhaps Mikey would travel his mouth somewhere
else.
Perhaps Mikey would use that strong, wet tongue of his to coax open another part of Takemichi’s
body until it went as soft as his sinful mouth, until Takemichi begged him for mercy, until –
Takemichi froze, one eager finger still pressed into himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

That had been the sound of the bathroom door clicking shut.

He squeezed his eyes closed, breathing in quick gasps, his cock remaining stubbornly hard as steel.

When a gentle hand settles into his hair, he cries out in shock.

“Is this what you get up to when I leave you alone?” Mikey murmurs, his mouth pressed to
Takemichi’s ear.

Reluctantly, he let his eyes flutter open, glancing shyly at his mate as he gently removed the finger
from inside himself.

Mikey was crouching next to the bathtub, his dark eyes warm and half-lidded as he took in
Takemichi’s body, and his painfully obvious erection before looking at his flushed face.

Takemichi didn’t even hear him come home, too wrapped up in his own world and desire. When he
saw Takemichi looking back, he gave him a small gentle smile, lifting a hand to stroke a finger
along Takemichi’s pink cheekbone. “My little mate.” He said softly.

The dark possessiveness in Mikey’s eyes sends a thrill of excitement down his spine, his eyelids
are half-lowered and eyelashes are thick, soot-black, and slightly damp from the moisture of the
bathroom air.
On impulse Takemichi reaches up to smooth one eyebrow with his thumb, gently caressing it.

As he started to bring his hand back, Mikey caught him by the wrist to press an ardent kiss to his
palm and sucks just the tips of Takemichi’s fingers into his warm, wet mouth causing the man in
the water to gasp and moan wantonly.

Takemichi tugs his arm back, tentatively, and Mikey releases his hand so that Takemichi could kiss
him properly. He wrapped his arms around his Alpha and pulled him into a heated kiss, it was
warm and wet and borderline filthy. Takemichi’s tongue fighting Mikey’s before submitting when
Mikey growled low and deep in his throat, Takemichi raised his body up in offering when Mikey
let out a satisfied hum.

Mikey pulled back, his expensive business shirt dampened from Takemichi’s wet limbs, and he
smiled at the low whine Takemichi let out, his little Omega pleading for him to come back.

Reaching down into the cloudy water, he grabbed hold of the plug and gave it a firm tug, draining
the water from the tub and lifting a large, fluffy towel. He looked down at his mate, chuckling at
the pout on his face.

He watched in rapt attention as Takemichi climbed out of the tub, water glistening over his body
and Mikey’s eyes followed the water drops as they ran down his chest, and down his toned
stomach.
Wrapping the towel around Takemichi’s smaller frame, he carries him into their bedroom and
places him down on the bed.

The sun was dripping down on the horizon and painted their bedroom in reds and oranges, the
small amount of golden light filtering through their blinds illuminated the blue and green hues of
Takemichi’s eyes.

And for a moment it causes Mikey to pause, his breath catching in his throat at the sight, “You’re
so beautiful,” he breathes out.

Takemichi smiles at him, bundled in a too big towel, looking almost comically flustered as Mikey
meticulously dries him.

Tugging off his own damp clothes, he nudges Takemichi further up the bed, encouraging him to lie
backwards against the pillows, while he kneels naked between his legs.

Mikey slides his big hands under Takemichi’s hips, between his body and the mattress, and for a
moment Takemichi thinks that Mikey is going to flip him, but he seems content to settle in, and
presses his body against every inch of Takemichi through the cloth of the towel, and squeezes him
gently with those trapped palms beneath him, then kisses him, until Takemichi is so crazy with
impatience he thinks he might scream.

“Come on,” Takemichi whines, wriggling his ass as enticingly as he could, and he’s so turned on
that he can feel some of his wetness trickling out, dampening the towel and the backs of his thighs.

“Fuck,” he hears Mikey curse above him, nostrils flaring, scenting his arousal. He feels Mikey
removing his hands from underneath him, starts removing the towel around his waist, and his
oversensitive body is hit with cool air.

Mikey then bends down, using his hands he gently pries his cheeks apart, holding them open to
simply look at him.

Takemichi knows his body is glowing pink from embarrassment, and he squirms in place trying to
ignore the feeling of happiness that bubbling up inside of him, because his Omega is practically
preening with pride, and it doesn’t help when Mikey lets out a rumble of approval and bends to
swipe his tongue over his hole.

Rimming is almost certainly guaranteed to reduce Takemichi to a blabbing, wailing mess. He

brings his hands up to his head and fists them onto his mouth, mewling into them as Mikey
continues his teasing kittenish licks.
Takemichi’s thighs are quivering by the time Mikey pushes a finger into him, tongue still
flickering around his digit, the finger locating his prostate with ease. Takemichi bites into his hand
to try and muffle his moans of pleasure, but it never works.

Mikey likes to draw out their love making, driving Takemichi crazy and wild with pleasure, but
even then, tonight’s foreplay is a great deal longer than usual.

And it makes Takemichi whine and cry with want.

“Please, please,” he begs when Mikey works him open with two fingers, pausing to slide a pillow
under his hips.

“Please what?!” Mikey’s fingers skirt his prostate almost cruelly, the pad of his thumb tracing the
rim of his hole in light circles.

Takemichi honest-to-God whimpers, “Please fuck me,” he gasps out, the words soft on his needy
lips. Mikey’s never made him beg like this before, never made him wait quite so long.

Leaning over him while keeping his two fingers pumping leisurely in and out of Takemichi, Mikey
drags the tip of his cock over Takemichi’s and nips at his ear, Mikey’s voice low and laden with
dark promises, “I-can’t-hear-you ~.”

“Please fuck me, Manjirou.” Takemichi chokes out, using Mikey’s real name, louder and blind
with want and need, and he tucks his face into the side of Mikey’s neck.

Mikey slides his fingers out.

Chuckling low and sweetly, when Takemichi whimpers at the loss. He can feel the quickening in
Takemichi’s breathing, shallow onto his neck, and Mikey brushes his thumb over Takemichi’s
ribcage, soothingly.
“Shh,” he whispers, lowering one of his hands to grasp at Takemichi’s thigh instead, keeping his
legs spread. “I got you baby, I got you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be screaming my
name.”

Takemichi doesn’t know how he finds it in him to retort, his mind is fuzzy with desire, and the
spicy-sweet scent of their combined scents, the scent of his Alpha.

“Is that a promise?” he breathes out.

Mikey lowers sharp fangs to the side of his neck in response, pressing down but not breaking the
fragile skin.

Hands pry his cheeks open again, followed by Mikey’s cock breaching him. It is as overwhelming
as it was when he and Mikey mated for the first time; as if he’s being split down the middle and
then reknitted back whole. Some part of Mikey is buried so deep within his soul, that Takemichi
will never be able to get him out.

Not that he would ever want to.

From then on, it’s a familiar push and pull, thrust, and grind. Takemichi is distantly aware that
there’s a perpetual, high-pitched whining in the background – before he realizes that it’s him, and
by that time he’s too far gone to care.

He loves this; he loves the contrast of how Mikey is when he’s in the heat of the moment, his
mouth spewing filth, telling Takemichi exactly how tight he is, and how he’s going to mark him
from the inside out. All the while his hands are gently caressing down his torso to his waist.
Mikey’s long fingers pressing into each and every one of Takemichi’s sweet spots, causing him to
gasp and cry out.

When Takemichi comes, he comes hard with a high-pitched whine-shout, shooting across his
stomach. Mikey, however, doesn’t let up on the ferocity of his thrusts, fucking Takemichi through
his orgasm as Takemichi’s hole flutters around his cock.

And when Mikey comes, it’s with a full-fledged Alpha roar, his eyes flashing the beautiful colour
of shining crimson. That has Takemichi whining and turning to bare his throat in submission,
Mikey bending down to suck bruising marks all over his neck, and whenever he can reach.

His knot inflating and tying them together as his seed pumps into Takemichi’s body. Mikey
collapses on top of him, and Takemichi huffs out a laugh, complaining at how heavy he is.

“Mikey,” Takemichi giggles and the shaking of Takemichi’s body causes Mikey to gasp and clutch
at him, trying to keep him still. He turns his face to him, and without even thinking Mikey crushes
their mouths together.

The kiss is soft but deep, one of Mikey’s hands goes to cradle Takemichi’s jaw as soft lips give
under his own, and God, he could kiss him forever.
“I could kiss you forever,” he voices as Takemichi finally pulls away, breathing shallowly but
letting their foreheads touch. “I never want to stop touching you.”

Takemichi smiles and rubs their noses together, breathing in Mikey’s scent and purring deep in his
chest as Mikey continues to pump inside him, they’ll be tied together for a while, and he reaches
over to the nightstand, plucking a few tissues and wiping his stomach down, throwing the soiled
tissues in the trash, then grabbing the duvet and tugging it up and over them.

Mikey curls up as best he can around Takemichi, smoothing his calloused hands down Takemichi’s
torso and hips. Whispering words of comfort and affection like he always does, it makes something
warm and pleasant bubble underneath Takemichi’s skin, he curls back into his mate, murmuring
about his Heat Week, and he smiles when he feels Mikey’s arms tighten around him.

They’ve talked about it, talked about what to pack and where they’d go and decided on a private
cabin that Mikey's family-owned somewhere near Lake Ashinoko. It’s a private mating retreat,
with views of the golden beach and the huge lake. They’d be alone together in peace and quiet,
nothing to disturb them and nothing to distract them from their heats.

Mikey knows that he won’t be in control when Takemichi goes into his heat, he’ll want to fuck him
in every way possible, he’ll want to fill him and breed him until he can’t take it anymore.

This is both their first official mating, first official heat off the suppressants. They are already
bonded, he can feel the bond everywhere he goes, just like Takemichi can, but the first Heat Week
mating is what officially bonds them. Sort of like an engagement for their kind, and he doesn’t
want anything to go wrong, he can feel himself getting increasingly anxious and protective, almost
possessive with the way he always wants to see and know where Takemichi is at all times, he
knows it’s just his Alpha getting protective of its mate, Takemichi is an Omega, a male Omega at
that.

And he smells so good and fertile, so ripe for the taking. But Takemichi is his, his to love, his to
touch, and his to breed.

It won’t be long before he has to head out to the Philippines to see how Izana is doing with Tenjiku,
 Toman’s sister (or brother) gang, and the thought of leaving Takemichi here, surrounded by their
pack so close to his heat makes him nervous. But Emma, Hakkai and Chifuyu along with Souta
had promised that they would look after Takemichi while he was away. Hakkai and Souta being
Omega’s, understand the tension that Mikey feels, being newly mated and surrounded by other
Alphas, even if they were part of their pack, raises his hackles and causes an itch deep underneath
his skin.

Chifuyu, being one of the many betas in the pack, promises that he would stick to Takemichi’s side
like glue. Chifuyu was already overly fond of his little Omega, and if Mikey weren’t already mated
to Takemichi, he would have felt threatened and challenged by the younger man.

“Go to sleep, I can hear you thinking.” Takemichi mumbles to him, his face mushed into his
pillow, sleep slurring his speech. Mikey grins in the now dark room, his knot has gone down, and
he slips himself out of Takemichi’s lax body, reaching for the tissues to gently clean his mate up,
then curling back around him. Tucking his face into the back of Takemichi’s neck and breathing in
the comforting scent of home, the sweet scent of home helps him drift off to sleep.

TBC

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