
#sakuatsu giveaway threadfic for @FromAshes13 CW: Yakuza violence, omegaverse. o!atsumu & a!omi - â¤ď¸ - Atsumu notices him for the first time when he relieves Inunaki on patrol duty at 4 AM. +
The man is leaving a 24-hour gym in a loose fitting tank top, exposing most of his back - pale skin slathered in an intricate dragon tattoo that climbs all the way up his neck and slithers down, beyond what Atsumu can see. *
The brazen audacity for an alpha to flaunt a yakuza tattoo in Black Jackal territory is intriguing; Atsumu is sure that his reputation precedes him. Only an extremely strong or extremely stupid alpha would prance around unprotected, knowing that Atsumu is prowling around. +
On instinct, Atsumu takes inventory: tall stature - probably taller than Atsumu - dark, curly hair, dark eyes. The rest of his face is covered by a surgical mask. Toned, surprisingly muscular body. Two very important notes are these: heâs hot as sin and smells of chocolate. +
Atsumu tails the man. From a healthy distance, he follows him back to a large apartment complex a few blocks away from the gym, catty-corner to the MSBY Volleyball Complex, and he watches the man enter apartment number 100. +
Sunrise comes and goes, and the man does not re-emerge. Cursing under his breath, Atsumu turns on his heel to finish his patrol route. â +
âGot somethinâ juicy for ya, Boss man!â Atsumu calls as he slaps open the door to Meianâs office. Meian doesnât appear particularly impressed, nor is he startled by Atsumuâs sudden disruption. âI swear to the /gods/, if itâs another catâŚâ +
Atsumu laughs, boisterous and explosive. The corner of Meianâs lips twitches up despite itself, and Atsumuâs mouth settles into a cocksure grin. âNot another cat, /yet/. Nah, I saw a motherfucker with a giant dragon tat on his back cominâ outta that 24-hour gym.â +
âA what?â âYa heard me,â Atsumu says, dropping himself lazily into the chair across from Meianâs desk. âBig guy - taller than me, even - strollinâ outta the gym like he ainât got a care in the world, happy as ya please.â +
Slipping his butterfly knife out of his inner pocket, Atsumu twirls it around his fingers. âHe was wearinâ a loose tank top, too. Just showinâ the damn thing off. Trailed him to his apartment, but he didnât come back out.â He snaps the blade closed. +
âYa didnât bring in any guys from outside, did ya?â A muscle in Meianâs jaw jumps. âI did not,â he says, carefully measuring his words. âA /dragon/ on his back?â âA dragon,â Atsumu confirms. +
âYa know any other groups bringinâ people in from outside? âCause I ainât ever seen this man before, but he seemed to know where he was goinâ and what he was doinâ.â Gnawing on his lower lip, he squints. âWhoâs out at ass oâclock just to go to the fuckinâ gym?â +
âNo one whoâs up to anything good,â Meian mutters. âHe didnât catch you following him, did he?â âWho do ya think youâre talkinâ to?â Atsumu scoffs, rolling his eyes /hard/. âI ainât the best for nothinâ.â Meianâs gaze steels. âAtsumu.â +
Though Meian wonât say it out loud, they both know that Atsumu is right. Like a bolt from the blue, Atsumu rocketed to his position as Meianâs effective right-hand man. It isnât easy for an omega to even join the yakuza - let alone climb the ranks as quickly as Atsumu did. +
But Atsumu isnât just /an omega/. Heâs strong, quick, and has perfect control over his sweet, limoncello scent. He can lure alphas in, manipulate their hormones like a sculptor and a block of clay, and take them out before they even know whatâs happening. +
Itâs hard to argue against the merits of someone who is both a bait and a trap. His skill, determination, and cunning are what earned him his own tattoo - twin foxes wrestling along the muscles of his back - as well as a reputation that sparks fear in all the alphas in Osaka. +
Just the thought of it makes his mouth water; itâs not always fun to feel like prey, is it? Atsumuâs tongue swipes over his lips. âNo, he didnât see me.â +
âGood,â Meian says, and his shoulders relax a fraction. âI want you to tail him, at least for a few days. See if you canât catch him somewhere, or with someone, he shouldnât be.â Atsumu nods, clicking his tongue. âShould I engage?â +
âIâll leave that up to your discretion.â Meian jabs a finger at Atsumuâs feral grin. âDonât do anything stupid.â Which is really a waste of breath. â +
He follows the man for a few days and discovers one thing: holy shit, this man has The Most Boring Routine In The World. He leaves his apartment at 2:45 AM every single morning, walks 15 minutes to the gym, works out from 3:00 AM to 4:00 AM exactly, then walks home. +
He has groceries delivered, and he doesnât have guests. And he never makes any effort to cover his tattoo, moving around like he has nothing to fear. Atsumu is on his way to the manâs apartment at 2:45 AM when he smells two alphas, lurking in the alleyway beside the gym. +
Immediately, his hackles rise, and he slips his brass knuckles out of his inner jacket pocket. His gun weighs heavily in its holster, but Atsumu doesnât want to deal with all the paperwork if he doesnât have to. He masks his scent and slinks down the street, listening. +
âI wonder why the Jackals are bringing in guys from outside.â âCanât be for anything good.â âYeah, but things have been so quiet. Why do they want to stir shit up?â âFuck knows. Theyâre scary like that.â +
So theyâre definitely Yakuza, not Jackals, and theyâre definitely not with Atsumuâs sexy stranger. Atsumu pauses at the corner of the gym, releasing a calming, lulling scent. Regardless, theyâre in Jackal territory with no good reason. +
Equipped with brass knuckles and the element of surprise, Atsumu turns the corner, fist raised. Before they even know heâs there, he knocks the closest man unconscious with one blow to the head. +
The second man recoils and stumbles away from Atsumu, reaching for his gun. Atsumu is faster, though, and quickly wrestles the man into a headlock. âWhat do ya want?â Atsumu hisses, giving the man just enough breath to be able to speak, not that he does. +
He just scrabbles at Atsumuâs arms and gasps. âWhat the /fuck/ do ya want?â âSo heâs a Jackal!â the man chokes out. Atsumu takes out a knife, pressing it against the manâs neck. +
âI didnât say that. I didnât say shit. What I know is that yer on our territory, and ya ainât got a reason to be here.â âWe were told to investigate the man with the dragon on his back!â âBy who?â The man swallows, and Atsumuâs knife nicks his skin. âWeâre Hornets!â +
Atsumu hisses and releases the man who staggers back, coughing and spitting. âGet the fuck outta here, scrub. Take yer man and go. I ainât gonna be so nice if I catch yâall out here again.â +
If the man were smart, or if he knew who Atsumu were, he wouldâve followed orders with copious apology. As it is, Atsumuâs life is never quite that simple. The second the man gets his wind back, he reaches for his gun. Itâs a good thing Atsumu always expects the worst. +
He catches the manâs wrist, using his other arm to punch the man right in his jaw. He drives his knee into the manâs gut and clocks him over the back of the head with the handle of his knife when the man doubles over. +
He drops like a rock next to his partner. After a quick call to Meian, updating him on the situation and arranging transportation for their two new friends, Atsumu leans against the wall of the alleyway. /Fuck/, his hands /stink/ of alpha fear. +
The glow of the 24 hour gym light twinkles from the sidewalk, and Atsumu /really/ wants to wash his hands. Itâs a good enough reason for breaking and entering, right? The relief he gets from washing off the shitty alpha scent tells him âyes.â +
Heâs drying off when he hears a key-card beep and the swing of a door opening. Shit. Itâs 3:00 AM. Atsumu exits the bathroom right as the mysterious curly-haired man enters the gym, slipping off his mask. Fuck, heâs goddamn /gorgeous/. +
They make eye-contact, and the man visibly recoils at the sight of somebody else in the gym. Well, somebody else whoâs wearing a rumpled suit at 3 in the fucking morning. +
âSorry, sorry,â Atsumu says, holding up his hands in a show of innocence. âDidnât mean to startle ya. I was just finishing up a shift, and I wanted to wash my hands.â He wiggles his fingers, as if their cleanliness will lend merit to his story. +
The man just blinks, swallowing heavily. Atsumu coughs. âYeah, I uh⌠I work /downtown/,â he says, looking down at his outfit. âAnd I come here to work out sometimes.â +
The manâs face flushes a bit as he picks up with Atsumu is putting down. Sex work is one of the few excuses that a well-dressed omega can use in the middle of the night. âOh thatâs⌠thatâs fine,â he says. +
His voice is deep and a little raspy, crumbling like chocolate in the back of Atsumuâs mind. He wants to lick it out of the manâs mouth- No. Bad Atsumu. Do not be attracted to the potential enemy. +
âLike I said, I didnât mean to scare ya,â Atsumu says. âI figure yer probably here so late âcause ya want the gym to yerself. I can understand that, trust me.â He gestures to himself, letting gentle limoncello settle around them. +
The man narrows his eyes as he scans Atsumu from top to bottom, and then back up. âI donât own the gym,â he says. âYouâre allowed to work out here whenever you want.â He pauses, eyes cheating towards the bathroom. âOr use the facilities, I suppose.â +
Atsumu laughs, too loud for the hour and the enclosed space. The manâs continued suspicion is honestly refreshing; even seasoned yakuza who know Atsumuâs reputation tend to find him harmless. +
âTrue. I ainât ever seen ya around before,â Atsumu says. âPretty guy like you, I woulda noticed. Ya new in town?â The man weighs Atsumu with judicious eyes and apparently calculated Atsumuâs soul as worthy. âYes. I just moved in recently.â +
âLucky day,â Atsumu purrs. âCan I get a name to go with that tall drink of water?â âSakusa.â Sakusa, huh? Itâs not a name that rings any particular bells in Atsumuâs head, but it sure sounds old money enough to be yakuza connected. âIs that all I get?â +
A sly grin appears on Sakusaâs face. âConsidering you havenât given me anything, it seems fair.â Laughing, Atsumu uses his thumb to point to himself. âMiya Atsumu, nice to meet ya.â +
âNow was that so hard?â The man acts as if heâs considering his options, but his smile indicates that heâs already made up his mind. âSakusa Kiyoomi.â âSakusa Kiyoomi,â Atsumu repeats, tasting the name on his tongue. âThatâs a fuckinâ mouthful. Mind if I just call ya Omi?â +
Sakusaâs face scrunches up quite adorably, and he shakes his hair out of his face, revealing two moles sitting prettily above his eyebrow. âYes, actually. I do mind.â +
Breathless, Atsumu laughs. âWell, ainât that a shame, âcause thatâs all Iâm gonna call ya. Anyways, I was just headinâ out, so you stay safe. I saw some weirdos walkinâ around the streets tonight.â +
âOh,â Sakusa says. âUh, thanks.â âDonât mention it. Iâll catch ya around. Maybe Iâll come âuse the facilitiesâ after my shifts more often!â Atsumu says as he pushes the door open to leave. +
âDonât,â Sakusa calls after him. Atsumu snorts, shoving his hands in his pockets. Sakusa Kiyoomi, huh? â +
Over the following weeks, Atsumu âbumps intoâ Sakusa at the gym several times (after getting a legal membership), and he learns that Sakusa played volleyball in America for several years and moved back to Osaka to try out for MSBY. +
Itâs quite an elaborate cover, so Sakusa probably isnât supposed to be here for very long. Atsumu also learns that Sakusa wipes down every piece of equipment before he uses it, that Sakusa has hyper flexible wrists, and that Sakusa has a debilitating fear of cockroaches. +
He finds the last one out when he walks into Sakusa seriously considering burning the place down. He also bumps into several representatives of other Yakuza, skulking around in an attempt to intercept Sakusa. He ruins their days, ruling out employers for Sakusa as he goes. +
As the weeks bleed on, Atsumu is running out of options. Heâs obviously considered that Sakusa is genuinely just a civilian, but it is so fucking absurd that it seems impossible. Who wants to be mistaken for Yakuza? +
âHey,â Sakusa says one night, trying badly for casual. âI wonât be coming to this gym after this week.â Atsumuâs eyebrows jump in surprise. âOh? Why?â âI made the team, so I have access to MSBYâs gym, and Iâll work out there now.â Ah, heâs being relocated. +
âBut, I⌠Iâd like to keep spending time with you.â Atsumu nearly falls off of the bench heâs using as a chair in lieu of actual exercise. âWhat?â Sakusa grunts. âIâm asking you on a date, Miya.â âOh!â Atsumu blurts. This is obviously a trap, right? âYeah! Iâd like that!â +
Sakusa must have even better control over his scent than Atsumu, because the pure relief mixed with understated excitement seems entirely genuine. Itâs probably what makes Atsumu say this: âI was actually gonna run to the konbini on the corner, if ya wanna come with?â +
He wasnât going to run to the konbini on the corner, for the record. He was going to go back to HQ to tell Meian that Sakusa is likely being relocated. But something about Sakusaâs expression - pinched, nervous - mixed with his sweet chocolate scent makes Atsumu want more. +
And Atsumu /always/ gets what he wants. âWhat, like as a date?â Sakusa asks. Atsumu snorts, stuffing his hands in his pockets. âNah, not unless yer into that. But itâs already 4, and yer finished with yer workout.â +
âOh, yeah.â âSo I figured we could work out date details while we walk, or somethinâ.â Sakusa blinks and nods jerkily. âOh. Thatâs,â he says, swallowing. âThatâs fine.â The grin that spreads over Atsumuâs face is an honest one. âGreat! Letâs hurry up and go!â +
Once Sakusa is cleaned up, the two of them leave the 24-hour gym, walking closely enough to brush their shoulders together on the down step. The contact sends a thrill up Atsumuâs spine that Atsumu hasnât felt since⌠ever. +
âSo, what kinda food do ya like?â âUm. Clean foods.â âOmi! What does that even mean?â +
Their conversation is light as they approach the konbini, but Sakusaâs scent is heavy. Even Atsumu canât completely mask his own citrusy airs, despite his cutthroat control. Which is why he doesnât notice that they are being followed until theyâre in the konbini. +
The harsh lights flicker as the door is pushed open behind them, overlaying the sound of guns cocking, and Atsumu does three things in rapid succession: +
First - he makes eye-contact with the clerk and gives her a pointed look to duck under the counter. Second - he shoves Kiyoomi behind one of the aisles. Third - he pulls his arms out of his jacket sleeves, tossing it behind himself as he darts to follow Kiyoomi into cover. +
The distraction works as intended, and the two men fire shots at cloth. Atsumu narrowly reaches temporary shelter unharmed, steadying his breathing. /Shit/. âYa know these guys?â Atsumu hisses. +
Sakusa drops to the floor, giving Atsumu an incredulous look before burying his face in his knees. âWhat?â The attackers pause, realizing their targetâs a phone, and the sound of footsteps starts up. âFuck. It donât matter. Get yer gun out.â âMy what? I donât have a /gun/!â +
Ridiculous, Atsumu thinks, but from Sakusaâs pinched, terrified face, he thinks that he must be telling the truth. He scoffs, a bit too loud, and knocks a jar off the shelf. The glass light above them shatters as the silencer-muffled sounds of gunshots sound off. +
âAre ya seriously not carryinâ yer gun?â Sakusaâs fingers grip the roots of his hair, and he flinches at every noise. âWhat the fuck are you talking about? I donât have a gun!â Now, itâs Atsumuâs turn to be confused. âWhat kinda Yakuza doesnât have a gun?â +
âThe kind whoâs not a Yakuza?â Sakusa says, gesturing to himself. âI told you! Iâm a volleyball player!â âThen why do you have a big ole back tattoo?â âItâs not a big deal in America! People just have tattoos!â +
âOh /shit/!â Atsumu says, retrieving his gun from its holster. He doesnât have a silencer on it, so heâll be on borrowed time once he fires the first shot. âWhat the fuck?â Sakusa squeaks. âWhy do /you/ have a gun? What kind of escorts carry guns?â +
âUh,â Atsumu says, trying to hone in on their attackersâ scents. âThe kind who are actually Yakuza?â âWhat the fuck?â +
Atsumu wants to respond - he does - but he finally nabs the scents heâs looking for. He clocks hesitant cherry blossoms and sea salt in between Sakusaâs terrified chocolate and the clerkâs panicked honey, and his eyes slit on instinct. +
He settles into a fighting stance, ready to strike, when Sakusaâs hand darts out to grab Atsumuâs pant leg. âWhat are you doing? You canât fight them!â +
Atsumu opens his mouth to say that he very much can, but then Sakusa releases him with a scoff. âWho am I kidding? Youâre apparently Yakuza. Youâre literally holding a gun.â He scrubs his hands over his face. âJust donât let me die, okay?â +
The vulnerability and /trust/ in Sakusaâs dark eyes sends a thrum of affection and instinct into Atsumuâs scent glands. Even though Sakusa is an alpha - and a strong one at that - heâs deferring to Atsumu. Heâs relying on Atsumu to keep them safe. +
A purr pulls itself out of Atsumuâs gut as his grip tightens on his gun. âDonât worry, Omi-Omi. Yer safe with me.â Sakusaâs jaw sets. âIâd better be. I start with my new team next week.â +
Atsumu canât help but laugh as his scent floods around the two of them. Then, without a single warning, he shoots out from behind the aisle, firing a shot into the air to startle his attackers, giving him enough time to get the advantage. +
The way theyâre dressed screams Adlers -white suits- but their sloppy pursuit and attack veers Atsumuâs mind directly to Nohebi. He puts that in his mental back pocket before he launches, driving his fist into one of the menâs throats and his knee into the other manâs crotch. +
The speed with which heâs able to disarm them both and knock them to the floor is confirmation that theyâre Nohebi snakes. He growls, eyes fully slitting as his fangs sharpen. +
âWhy the /fuck/ are ya followinâ us?â Atsumu punctuates his sentence with his firearm. One of the men swallows roughly. âNot you. Just him.â +
Atsumu growls, releasing a smell of bitter lemons so furious that it makes the men flinch. âWell, ya can tell King Cobra that /he/ is under Jackal protection. An attack on him is an attack on me, and ya /ainât/ survivinâ another attack on me.â +
The men nod, reeking of fear, and Atsumu uses his gun to gesture for them to leave. âIf I ever see any of ya again, yer fuckinâ dead.â He growls, eyes flashing. âNow /scram/.â +
After they scramble to leave the konbini, Atsumu sighs. âSorry about all that, Omi-omi,â he calls once theyâre gone. âNot a very good first date.â He needs to call Meian. +
Sakusa hesitantly emerges out from behind the aisle, flinching as he sees the damage. âWell,â he says carefully, âitâs a good thing Iâm not the type of person who thinks a konbini trip is a good first date.â +
His scent is warm, impressed, almost /reverent/. Atsumu laughs, turning to meet his eyes. âYer still interested?â Sakusa swallows thickly. âUm, after that display? Very much so.â +
Heâs purring before he even realizes it. It only takes a few strides until his chest is pressed flushed with Sakusaâs. âWell ainât that convenient?â Atsumu feels Sakusaâs chest rumbling. âI guess it is.â +
Then Sakusa kisses him, and the citrus-chocolate flavor that bursts in Atsumuâs mouth tastes like heaven. Atsumuâs not sure how long they kiss in the shambles of the konbini, but heâs breathless when they pull apart. +
âMy place is only a block or so away,â Sakusa breathes. Atsumuâs smile grows feral. He can call Meian later. /end
Thank you so much again for the prompt!!! It was so much fun to write. Love all of yâall so much â¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
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