“FUCK!” Rin growled as his fist met the mettle of his locker
door at the police station. The words “hyper aggressive”, “out of control”, “angry
shark boy” (the last courtesy of his partner Sousuke) echoed in his mind. He
hated it when he got like this; his rut cycle was probably the worst part of
being an Absolute Alpha. It meant taking time off from the job he loved to
either hide away in his bedroom jacking off, taking the chance of getting in a
brawl (and losing his job), or finding someone who could actually take what he
had to give (not likely).
When he presented it was not an easy thing to understand for
him. Here he was, lively and bubbly, albeit a bit of a hyper active kid, who
suddenly was beyond aggressive every few months. His poor mother had to lock him
away, much like what the omegas had to deal with, just not as painful or as
long. His aggression had even caused pain to his best friend, which he had
really never forgiven himself for.
Hell, he couldn’t even recall the amount of walls he had
punched, fights he had been in, or how badly he just wanted to find the right
Omega who could quell this deep heated desire to control. Even for as hyper aggressive
as he was, he was truly a romantic at heart and it killed him knowing that not
just any Omega would ever be able to handle him.
Right now though, he was wallowing in a wash of extrodinaraly
high testosterone levels that would cause him nothing but trouble for the next
few days. For fuck sake this was day one and he wasn’t even at his peak. It had
been a while too, which might explain why it was coming on as strong as it was.
Either that or there was a chance a particularly strong Omega was going in to
heat around him, which was incredibly dangerous for him to be around.
His head was pounding as he pressed his forehead to the cool
steel of his locker. He took in a deep breath with closed eyes in an attempt to
calm himself, which was actually possible. Even though he was a much more
domineering alpha, he also had a lot more control over himself that most. He
was able to keep his urges for the most part, especially because he knew that
he could really hurt most Omega’s he knew or met.
It was in this moment of calm that his phone started to ring
in the pocket of his uniform pants. Snapping out of his silence he pulled his
phone out and glared at it, figuring it was probably Sousuke harassing him
about getting beer and getting his ass home. Sanguine eyes widened in surprise,
it was Haruka. He never called. Unless it was an emerge….oh shit.
Swiftly he swiped his finger across the screen and answered
the call. “Haru, what’s wrong?” He barked out, not really meaning to sound as
angry as it came across.
“WHAT!” Rin yelled as he felt a sudden wave of nausea start
to twist at his stomach. This was not happening. Makoto, sweet, warm, loving
Makoto (who had an ass to die for) was missing. No, that was not the issue. The
issue was that he had ran out of his suppressant and…oh fuck this was bad news.
He knew it had been a very long time since Makoto had been in heat, and it was
likely going to be a fast onset and beyond intense.
Haru was freaking out, well, for Haru. That meant more words
than usual and actual inflection in his tone. Rin did his best to calm him, his
own state not helping at all ”Ok ok…Just…Just stay home…Sou is off duty too…dude…chill
the fuck out. We got this!”