So this short chapter fic was requested quite a bit, and I got so inspired that I decided to write it right away! Or at least the first scene ;) I am planning four chapters. The first one is from Makoto's POV, the second one will be Sousuke's POV, the third Makoto's again, and the fourth is still undecided, so you'll find out when it's written! Now I hope you'll enjoy!

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Harsh gusts of wind made their way through the streets, sweeping up the iced snow that had fallen the day before. Night had already fallen, the path barely lit by worn out street lights, the salt of the sea not doing them any good. With quick steps Makoto wrestled his way home, the snow crunching under his feet. His car was currently at the shop, Rin putting a dent in it during one of his wild adventures of backing up against small poles. Not that Makoto would've driven in this weather anyway. The roads were icy and the small tires on his beat up car would never have survived the journey there, let alone get back. Busses only drove the main streets now, so unfortunately he had to walk quite a bit to even get home.

Tugging his scarf higher up, so it covered part of his face better, Makoto wished for better weather. The beauty of winter he had once heard his mother say. He wondered if she still believed that now. The cold had seeped right through his clothes, his skin completely numb underneath. The gloves didn't do anything at all, his fingertips tingling painfully as they tried to gain some warmth again.

Right now Makoto prayed he was at home already. There the heater would be waiting for him, Haru always turning it on a little too high, creating the idea of a hot summer. Sousuke hated it, claiming Haru only did it, because it meant everyone else would be walking around at least shirtless. This time Makoto had to agree with the Beta though, since Haru really had no other motive for it.

A soft smile appeared on Makoto's face, it hidden behind the thick scarf. His lovers would be waiting for him at home, the one they had bought half a year ago. Everything was so fresh and new still, trying to get used to the little manners they all had. Makoto already knew all of Haru's habits, but learning those of Rin and Sousuke as well had been quite the journey.

Sousuke usually woke up with a foul mood in the morning, not wanting anyone to talk to him. So everyone just let him be and get ready on his own. But Makoto had found out one thing about Sousuke's foul moods. If you just kept silent, but sneaked up on him when he was not aware and wrap him up in your arms, the Beta would completely melt. Just sink into the hold, letting him get swept away by the warm feeling, relishing in the comfort Makoto gave. Makoto loved those moments, loved having Sousuke so sweet and soft, and just completely and utterly be his. The Beta was not easy to hold, was not one to really give in, part of him wanting to stay on top and be independent. But those early mornings with tight embraces was where Sousuke finally let go.

Rin he already knew a little. Knew of how emotional unstable he could be. But Makoto had never imagined it could get even worse than that. That Rin's emotions were fluttering so high, right beneath the surface, it was easy for them to burst out and make their way into their relationship. The anger, the tears, even the smiles came with so much force it tended to completely overwhelm Makoto at first. But as time progressed Makoto started to recognise the emotions, and could play on those little hints the Omega would let out beforehand. So when anger started to bubble up, Makoto would draw Rin a warm bath, and let him simmer for a while, the talk afterwards much easier that way. When tears started to well up in his eyes, Makoto would have him cuddle up against the Alpha on the couch and watch some kind of dramatic movie that gave Rin an excuse to cry. And when smiles broke free, the happiness echoing right off of Rin, Makoto would be right there with him, smiling.

It was all so magical, the way it all worked out. Of course it wasn't always easy, and they had hit some rough spots, but whenever Makoto thought of his three gorgeous men, he counted himself the luckiest man on the planet. Without them he would be nothing.

His pace picked up as he rounded the corner, finally reaching the street of his apartment building. The place was deserted, everyone safely packed away inside their homes, which was currently the smartest move. Makoto had wanted to take the day off today, but couldn't get the permission through. There had been a local competition and his youngest team participated, so of course he needed to be there and coach them through. But it had gotten quite late, and he had received some concerned texts from Rin, asking if he would be home soon. It was nice of him to ask, and he knew he was mostly doing it for someone else. Someone else who really had been waiting on him.

Another faint smile fluttered onto his lips, this one holding a different emotion as well, his instincts slithering in. The idea of Haru right now felt like a drug. The idea of what was waiting for him there. The smell would hit him first, crashing into him, and then luring him in further. It was all he needed, all he needed to get ready. And they would mate, which was not a word Makoto would normally use, but the term had been given in school when he was younger, and it was meant for making children. Mating when the female was fertile and then making offspring, so the family could live on. Not really how it worked for them though.

Pushing open the door to enter their apartment building Makoto trudged on, ignoring the fact that once again the door was broken. The thing that was supposed to keep intruders out of the building, but there was not much to steal anyway. The building was old and had lived through its best days. The cement was quipping away at the edges, paint chipping off the walls. It was not pretty, but it was home.

The hallways were as cold as it was outside, the wind still sliding through. The higher Makoto got, the lower the temperature became. And to make matters worse, it had started to snow again as well. Finally reaching his floor, elevators don't work in buildings like these, Makoto trudged through the snow towards his apartment door. Jamming in the key happened to be a difficult task when one could not feel their fingertips. Eventually Makoto managed. Sighing in relief he opened the door and instantly could feel the warm embrace of their home, the heat indeed on really high.

Part of him wanted to move on right away, burst through the hallway door and find his lovers, one in particular. But Makoto would be patient. First he picked off his woolly heat, it followed by his warm winter jacket. Piece by piece Makoto undressed until he was in his normal attire, shoes also placed neatly by the door. As the warmth finally started to seep into his skin, Makoto felt comfortable enough to lift up his nose and sniff the air.

The sweet smell settled in first, instantly fogging up Makoto's mind, heart racing as the need for what it meant grew inside his body. He shivered as he closed his eyes, trying to pinpoint exactly where the smell came from, so he could find Haru instantly. Food was not important now, resting was not important now. All Makoto needed, was Haru.

That was until the second smell hit him. It was tangy and thick, pressing down on him fiercely. Everything seemed to change now. Makoto felt as if the air was being kicked right out of him, his stomach churned, and his whole body was shaking. His skin itched and strangely enough he felt like his teeth were growing. Horrified Makoto moved to the mirror they had in the hallway, thinking he would see himself transform into something disgusting, something people had often linked this to, but he only saw his own face. Yet he did not look the same. His teeth were bared, lips raised to show off the pearly whites. His face looked hard, features roughened even more, eyes deep set. Before he could really think of it though, Makoto turned already, bursting through the hallway door, finally entering the living room.

The wood split as the door crashed against the side wall, it groaning under the force Makoto had used to get in. His vibrant green eyes slowly accessed the situation, glancing around what was happening, what it was that made him react this way. Rin was standing across the room, face turned towards the floor, eyes lifting up every few seconds to see what Makoto was doing now. The fear, the submissiveness satisfied Makoto instantly, and he left the Omega be. He was not the one that had caused this reaction.

Then his eyes finally fell on the discarded piece of clothing. A shirt carelessly tossed aside to land right on the floor in front of Makoto. Raising his chin up he tried to wrap his mind around this, tried to figure out why this made him so… angry. Somewhere he knew already, of course he knew. But part of him didn't want this, didn't want this to ever happen. If he just ignored it, maybe it wouldn't have happened at all.

But as Makoto took another step forward, now able to look over the back rest of the couch, he was confronted by what it was that made everything change. The muscles inside his body flexed, ready for any type of action. As soon as Makoto would order it to move, his body would instantly. His hand was already balled into a fist, knuckles white, it shaking with the sheer rage Makoto was currently feeling.

There on the couch were Haru and Sousuke. They had parted slightly, having heard Makoto come in before, but hadn't dared move more. Haru was carefully looking up at Makoto, azure eyes wide in fear. The heat was still coiling inside his body, but it wouldn't surface now. It would hide away, the timing for it all not working anymore. All Haru now wanted to do was flee, just like Rin was doing. Perhaps he was the cause of this all, but he was not the one the rage was aimed at.

Sousuke was barely breathing, puffs of air only breathed in shallowly. His eyes were strained on the couch, doing everything in his power not to look up at their Alpha, at all. He would crawl over the floor of he had to, leave the scene for a while until Makoto was okay with his return. He would do all that, if it meant he would be safe. How strange that this hadn't occurred to him before, hadn't even crossed his mind as he let Haru slip into his lap, undress him with care. But he should've known this would happen. It was a rule. A rule that the Alpha takes the Omega in heat first. This was not because of some kind of stupid pride thing Alphas tried to sell. This was meant as protection to the Betas, and now Sousuke would experience first-hand why that rule was made.

A loud growl leaped off Makoto's lips, making Sousuke flinch where he was crouched, eyes still on the couch. Haru took this opportunity to jump for safety, joining Rin in the back of the room. No one spoke a word, all waiting for Makoto to say something, do something. They could feel it in the air, the imminent threat of what was to come. It was inevitable, no matter how they wished it would vanish. How badly they wished this had never happened.

Makoto took another step forward, closing the distance between him and Sousuke. His fists were shaking, both now balled, ready to hit whatever part of Sousuke they would touch. Vibrant green eyes stayed solely focused on the Beta, his mind not even having time to acknowledge his frightened Omegas. All he saw was Sousuke, frightened out of his mind, shaking on the soft sofa cushions. And all Makoto could think of, was how badly he wanted to rip Sousuke's throat out. Just latch onto the thin skin and let him bleed out right there. Punish him for his behaviour. Makoto would grab Sousuke's hair and yank his head back, and with his other hand he would claw his way through, until arteries would give out.

Licking his lips he imagined tasting Sousuke's blood, the proof of his betrayal splattered onto Makoto's face. He wanted to do it so bad. Just rip the Beta to pieces, so he could never do this again. Could never take Makoto's Omegas ever again. Because they were his, forever his, and the world better understand that. Rin was his. Haru. Was. His.

Ready to pounce now, and act on his revenge, Makoto took another step forward, the look on his face almost menacing. But then Sousuke looked up, finally meeting Makoto's eyes. Tears had welled up in those soft teal eyes, the absolute horror so clear that it made Makoto still completely.

Blinking the first tear slipped down Sousuke's cheek, and he bit his lip to try and keep it from shivering. To not let the fear show so obviously. But the Beta couldn't control himself anymore, couldn't prevent his arms wrapping around his own body to protect it. To keep it safe and out of harm's way. And it image brought Makoto back to that morning. Makoto was having troubles leaving, knowing he would leave Haru alone for the whole day, while his heat was in full power. And Sousuke had noticed, had seen in the way Makoto had moved around the house. And for the very first time Sousuke had offered a hug instead, embracing Makoto so fully, so earnestly it made his heart clench a little.

Makoto loved Sousuke.

Staring down at the Beta, at his Beta, Makoto felt torn between two emotions. The rage part of him still wanted to rip Sousuke's throat clean out, instincts driving him to actually do this. But the other part, the better part wanted to tell Sousuke it would be okay, that nothing was wrong, that it was a simple mistake. That it wasn't even a mistake. This should be normal. It should be some dumb rule for Makoto to always be the first. Instincts shouldn't cause this type of behaviour in any way. But it did, and he still wanted to jump Sousuke.

His legs started to shake as he took a step back, trying to create some distance between him and Sousuke. It was as if a hand had clasped itself around Makoto's throat, preventing him from breathing properly, keeping the fresh air out of his lungs. His skin still itched, the little hairs standing up in attention. Everything his body did, was urging him towards an attack, but Makoto's mind wouldn't cooperate now.

This wasn't going to end well. Makoto couldn't hold this feeling back for much longer, couldn't restrain himself. As his body readied itself then, muscles in his legs flexing to have him jump, Makoto used that force against his instincts. He turned and ran.

Ran through the hall way door, ran through the front door, down the alley to the stairs. He almost skidded right off the slippery stairs, but he remained standing and ran. Ran until his mind had gone numb, until his feet had gone numb, until his whole being had gone completely numb.

The temperature would help with that, but perhaps he should've put on some shoes.

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I hope you liked it! Let me know what you thought!

Love, Dana