AN: So, after reading many fictions for the supernatural fandom using this trope, I decided to give it a try for the Finder Series. If I screw anything up please don't be afraid to point it out, I'm trying this for the first time after all. Feedback would be appreciated, thanks!

Warning: Non/dub con, psychological.

Akihito startled awake from another flair of pain, breathing hard and sweating as he bolted upright in bed, willing away the intense heat and discomfort that washed over him and settled in his gut. He groaned at the wetness that leaked from his ass on to the bed, a testament to his omega heritage. He was in heat and even at 19 years old, he had not met his alpha mate yet. Lot's of other alphas had come close, their scents attracting him to them but there was always something missing; he didn't feel the need to knot and felt even less inclined to breed. He knew he wouldn't be completely satisfied, so he didn't go that route.

…Not that he'd never taken up a few offers from interested alphas, but definitely not often.

Throwing his legs over the side of the bed, he made his way across the room where his heat suppressants laid in a drawer. The suppressants were made for omegas who wanted to go on living their lives without an alpha, especially those who wanted to leave abusive relationships or those that just didn't find theirs like him (as rare as that was!). The heat could sometimes be so painful an omega ended up in the hospital. He took two of the soft gels and just stood there, leaning against the wall as the need to mate overwhelmed him. He didn't want to attempt masturbation either, because in the context of heat that might make things worse. If his mate couldn't satisfy him in those times, hardly anything could. His head throbbed with desire and his ass with need as he kept self lubricating. His pulse raced until a few minutes later when the pills started kicking in and everything slowed. He breathed a sigh of relief, gave himself a little self gratification in that moment and then proceeded to clean up himself and his soiled bed, wondering when he'll ever meet his one true mate, the man that would appease his body and his mind completely.

*******VF*******

"Hey Aki, over here!"

Akihito entered a bar a few blocks from where he lived later in the evening, meeting his friends for a few drinks. This was a safe haven for them, an omega/beta friendly bar with a huge sign out front that no alphas were allowed. Alphas tended to cause a scene when surrounded by omegas who they want to exert dominance over once that omega was present, alone or not. Huge fights even broke out once an omega was in heat. There was none of that here and he walked over to his beta friend, Takato, when he waved him over. "Hi guys."

"Hey." Kou, an omega like himself, held his beer bottle up to him in a salute as he sat down.

Takato sat back down and waved at the bartender before pointing at the beers. The man nodded and went to get a few more.

"So Aki, we haven't seen you in a week, what's been happening?" Takato asked.

Betas like Takato were below alphas but above omegas. They had better control over their mating cycles and had the freedom to choose a mate, unlike omegas who had to stick to whomever their body was compatible with, man or woman. Omegas exuded pheromones that attract only a certain alpha most times who would become their mate for life. There were even laws in some prefectures that dissuaded omega/omega relationships, because studies have shown that these unions were more likely to produce omega offsprings. This was a concern for places with a high percentage of omega dwellers though. The reverse was true for cities with majority of the population being alphas, especially since citizens were dissuaded from leaving their cities and towns unless strictly necessary. Betas got a free pass for being able to fit into either role when put into the simple term of things.

The thing was, mostly women became omegas, which had a lot to do with their genetic makeup. It wasn't necessarily rare for a man to be an omega, but it was a mostly female predominant trait. Likewise for a female alpha; rare but not unheard of. So of course, the bar was packed with a ratio of ¾ being female.

"I was working." It was a half truth, because his heat normally lasted two weeks and even though the suppressants help curb the symptoms, it wasn't a cure. The first two days were always the worst of the symptoms, even with the hormonal drugs.

Both his friends nodded in understanding.

"You weren't doing anything too dangerous again, were you?" Takato raised an eyebrow before taking a sip from his own beer.

Before answering, Akihito grabbed one of three of the chilled beer bottles placed on their table, thanking the waiter. He looked at Takato. "No, just photo coverage of an event downtown."

"Speaking of Downtown, did you guys hear about the omega/beta trade ring busted by the cops last night in an old building by the quarry?"

Both Akihito and Takato nodded.

"Those men are sick, selling Omegas and betas to perverted alphas for money." Takato made a disgusted face at the thought and Akihito agreed wholeheartedly. It was always a sore topic for him how because of their status omegas weren't treated fairly by society.

"Yeah, well, if they gave the alpha perpetrators more than a slap on the wrist for doing it I'm sure more would hesitate."

Takato and Kou agreed.

"Yeah, let's start kidnapping and selling alphas and see how that goes," Takato snarked.

Akihito almost snorted his beer through his nose. "Oh God, that plan would never see the light of day. The conservatives would have a heart attack if – and I quote- 'The born leaders of our modern society' are harmed in any way, shape or form."

"Yeah, there's a law for them and a law for the rest of us," Kou said lowly.

Akihito felt bad for Kou, because his experiences being discriminated against affected him really badly. "This is depressing, let's change the subject."

They found other topics of interest to discuss, including politics and even shopping while still drinking beer. When the topic of Takato's omega girlfriend came up, they teased him unto they drifted off into teasing Akihito for being the country's first ever A-sexual omega, which was deemed a next to impossible feat considering their sexual natures. Akihito only laughed them off before diverting the conversation to anther topic; video games.

By the time an hour had come and gone, they were all slightly buzzed and warm. Akihito felt a pull on his bladder and decided he wanted to use the bathroom. Excusing himself, he made his way to the back where he started doing his business. A few men were there for the same purpose and he paid them no mind.

Akihito was washing his hands when he caught a whiff of something, something earthy and musky and sweet/tangy. A wave of heat so intense washed over him he almost fell to his knees. His vision blanked for a second, his mind reeled and his body coiled tight with lust it was almost painful.

"Oh god, oh god," he moaned as he grabbed his dick, which hardened to a state it felt it wanted to break right off. His ass was producing enough slick to fill a bucket and he knew his mate was near, he knew it because the heat was the most intense it had ever felt since he turned 16 and had the first one. It almost felt like a physical pull, the need to be fucked and knotted by the only one for him but it felt too much, so overwhelming and he could barely move, barely register anything but the heat and the pull and the hand he had around his middle and groin.

"Hey, hey, you in heat?" An unknown voice asked and Akihito looked up into the face of a strange middle aged man kneeling before him who seemed concerned. He swallowed thickly before nodding slightly, blinking back the tears that wanted to fall from his eyes.

The man reached into a small pouch slung across his shoulder. "Here, I have suppressants, strong doses, maybe they'll help."

"T-thanks." Akihito took the offered pills and swallowed them dry, hoping that they would work soon. Breathing harshly, he fell on his ass and leaned against the closest wall, willing his heartbeat to slow and his body to cool down. He had his eyes closed, until the man spoke again.

"Will you be alright?"

Already, Akihito could feel his body reacting to the drug and he knew these were stronger than his own doses; His wouldn't have started kicking in until a few minutes. "I will, thanks."

"I guess your alpha is here then, isn't he? Why don't you find him and let him take some of the edge off?"

Akihito didn't respond, except to slowly push himself to his feet. He didn't want to explain that he had no idea who his alpha was. He vaguely wondered if the man was here, inside the bar but knew he needed to get cleaned up before going back out, the seat of his jeans was soaked with slick and his skin clammy. The man didn't react to his silence and he was glad for that.

"They sell clothes in the store next door and there's a bathroom in the corner over there if you want."

The man pointed to a closed stall twice the size of the others and Akihito stumbled towards it, getting out his phone in the same breath. "I'll call my friends for help, thanks again."

The man nodded, then walked away while Akihito put his cell phone to his ears. He dialed Takato and told him to come with Kou to the bathroom quickly. When his friends arrived, looking at him wide-eyed, he groaned before rubbing a hand over his face.

"Aki, what the hell happened to you?" Takato asked worriedly. Kou mirrored his concern.

"Nothing, I'm fine now." Akihito swallowed thickly before handing Kou some notes. "Get me a new pair of jeans and underwear from the store next door."

"Alright." Kou took the money and scampered off.

Akihito went into the shower stall with Takato and shut the door behind them. Takato started unbuttoning his shirt and he kept his gaze firmly to the side, feeling a little embarrassed.

"You went into heat, didn't you?"

Akihito sighed. "I don't know what happened…I think…I felt my mate."

Takato's hand stilled and his eyes widened. "Seriously? After all this time?"

Akihito nodded solemnly. He didn't know how he felt about it after all this time either. All he knew is that it hurt badly and he never wanted to go through that again.

"Well, where is the mystery man then?" Takato poked his head out the stall door and peered around before pulling his head back in, frowning.

"I don't know." Akihito sighed. He gave his shirt to Takato before stepping out of his underwear and pants, then slipping into a pair of plastic slippers that sat conveniently under the tap.

Takato blushed as he took in his friend's body, always admiring how toned he was. Akihito was never a submissive omega, even though it's in their nature. He watched his friend go head to head in arguments with alphas and betas who thought that he shouldn't be head-strong because of his status, and marveled at his unwillingness to back down, even while admitting defeat. Akihito is the type of omega most other omegas dream to be. Besides, he couldn't be a photojournalist otherwise, which was a predominantly alpha field. The omegas normally do paperwork, Akihito was one of the few out on the field at the moment. Akihito also swore he wouldn't settle down and become a breeding machine for his alpha once he found him, and if his alpha couldn't compromise to meet his needs, then he'll keep taking the suppressants which also lowered his HCG level, making it difficult for him to breed.

As the water jets down and cascade over Akihito's body, Takato just stands there mesmerized, until Kou comes barging in with a shout.

"Hey guys, got it!"

Takato lets Kou in with a branded bag with the clothes and they both wait on Akihito to finish before watching him redress.

When they're done, Akihito stuffed his soiled clothes in the bag and heads out, intent on taking it home to wash.

"Do you guys wanna stay here?" Kou asked.

Akihito shook his head. "No, I want to go back to the apartment and rest."

His friends were about to follow him out when Akihito stopped by the door and looked at the bouncer curiously. "Excuse me, was there an alpha trying to get in here earlier?"

The burly man shook his head. "No."

Nodding, Akihito left the bar and headed straight for home. Nothing was available at the moment anyway in terms of work and he just wanted to rest some more and get over what had just happened.

*******VF*******

That night, Akihito was plagued by the scent of the man that made him feel so out of control and wanton. It was a deep mystery that left him aching in a way he never had before, like getting a small taste and wanting…craving so much more. He touched himself while he fantasized about what type of alpha the man would be. Most alphas were successful since they were societies golden children and handsome or pretty. He imagined tall, maybe rugged and very good looking. The eyes would be smoldering and his aura would be commanding, like his favorite movie actor or sports player. His alpha would be a man with a deep sense of justice and security that upheld the law and looked out for others…the perfect combination between right and hot.

Laying in bed and writhing from need, he imagined hands all over him, getting knotted until his insides turned to jello. They would fuck a lot and he found himself salivating from the thought, even while he pumped his hard on into his fist frantically, trying to ebb away the deeply routed flow of desire. He was slick with need and could feel his hole fluttering from wanting to be split open. He might not want to be the typical 'submissive bitch' type of omega, but he was still an omega and the need to get fucked good couldn't be willed away. He moaned as he turned on his knees with his ass in the air and his face buried in the pillow. He sucked a finger into his mouth and found the rim of his entrance, running his finger through the slick before slowly easing it in. He bit his bottom lip as he pumped his hardened shaft faster, dreaming of the man that would complete him in a way only a mate could.

*******VF*******

"Akihito!"

Akihito groaned before rolling out of bed when Takato could be heard calling his name and banging on his door. He still felt sleepy, because to be frank, he didn't get much rest last night, and what little he did get was wet with slick and cum from intense wet dreams. Whoever his mate was, he would have to find him soon before he imploded from the ultimate sexual frustration. His suppressants weren't even working like they should since he took them last night, it barely made him feel comfortable.

"Aki!"

"I'm coming!" He rolled out of bed, pulled the sheets off and tossed them in the hamper in the bathroom before changing out of his sticky underwear. He did a quick wash up before throwing on a t-shirt and pants, then he answered the door.

"Finally." Takato sighed before walking past him into the apartment with a white plastic bag in his hand.

"Morning to you too," Akihito grumbled before closing the door.

Takato flopped on the small couch in the small apartment before answering. "Morning. Anyway, I brought breakfast…" he held up the bag. "And news." At that he took the morning paper out of the bag and threw it at Akihito, who caught it before sitting beside his friend.

"News?" Akihito opened the paper while Takato opened the boxes.

"Yeah. Does the name Asami Ryuichi ring a bell?"

Akihito nodded. Who could forget when one of the biggest underground black market dealers got arrested and charged by the police.

"That guy that's involved in drugs and weapons trafficking and is suspected of bribery and conspiracy to murder? He got away. Apparently, none of the evidence against him held up in court and no witnesses were present at his trial."

Akihito read the front page headline, which had a picture of the courthouse and not the man. "Asami Ryuichi freed of all charges brought against him in the criminal court of justice yesterday…"

"Yeah, after two years in and out of court they decided to drop the charges. So much for justice being served." Takato could barely speak properly with his mouth stuffed with rice balls.

Akihito sat and took in the rest of the article, getting angry at how alpha men like these could get away with so much. If it was an omega, or even a beta, the law would have thrown the book at them with little to no evidence just because they could. It made him so angry when the scales were tipped like this, and he wished men like Asami Ryuichi would get what's due to them, that justice would be served and they'd be rid of them for good off the streets. It's one of the main reasons he fought so hard to be the best despite his status, because men like Asami took his mother from him, who was the only parent he knew. She just disappeared one day when he was 10 and left him with his grandmother. He always thought he wasn't loved, despite his grandmother's reassurances, until he became friends with a senior officer down by the station who investigated and found out his mother was forced into the omega slave trade by a cruel alpha at the time. No-one's heard from, or have been able to trace her since.

The memory makes him tense and he tries his best to not think about it. Speaking of police friends…he decided he would visit Yamaka later on in the evening.

"So, are you going to have some?"

Akihito peered over the edge of the paper at the food Takato was pushing at him and decided he wasn't hungry. "No."

"Your loss." Takato shrugged before wolfing down the rest of the food.

*******VF*******

By later on that evening, Akihito found himself down at the police precinct, wanting to get in touch with his long time friend. A major part of the reason why he decided to see the man now was because he had time. He called the editor's office earlier and there wasn't any work available at the moment.

Yamaka was one of the men who mentored him when he was going through a 'bad boy' phase a few years earlier. He was also his arresting officer and one of the few alphas that didn't want anything sexual from him.

Wearing jeans, t-shirt and a dark brown jacket, he went up to the receptionist desk and asked for the man.

"I'll call his desk, Takaba-san," Cindy offered with a smile.

Akihito smiled back. Cindy has been the precinct receptionist for more than ten years. He watched as she listened into the phone, mentioning his name and then instructing him to go right in. When he entered the detective's office and saw him sitting around a desk writing in an open file, he greeted him enthusiastically with a hug. "How've you been, Yama-sensei?"

"Hey, it's been a while, Takaba. And I've been good."

Yamaka hinted at the chair opposite his around the desk and Akihito took a seat, glancing at the open folder before Yamaka, which had a single photo of a very handsome man with the most piercing golden eyes he'd ever seen. The name at the top read Asami Ryuichi and he was a bit surprised to finally have an idea what the man looked like; the man he had clear disdain for.

Yamaka looked at him with a hint of a smile after closing the folder. "So, what have you been up to lately?"

Akihito shrugged before returning his sole attention to the man. He felt just the tiniest bit embarrassed about wanting to snoop at a time like this. "Nothing much."

"I've seen some of your photojournalist work, you're getting so much better at it." Yamaka chuckled.

Akihito blushed. He was hardly praised for his work genuinely. "Thank you."

Yamaka sat back and laced his fingers together in a relaxed gesture. "I was impressed with your photo of the suspected robber at that jewellery store in Shizuoka. It help lead to an arrest."

Akihito nodded with a smile. "I've also read all about the men you've arrested and taken off the streets."

Yamaka leaned forward in his seat and chuckled. "Yeah, well, I had help."

"Right, where's Hiroshi-san? I haven't seen him in a while."

"On vacation." Yamaka answered, hinting at his partner of five years.

The two of them bantered on for another fifteen minutes before Akihito decided to leave. The visit was just for posterity's sake anyway, he didn't really want anything but to see his long time friend. He stood and shook the man's hand. "I'm glad to see you again."

"Likewise," Yamaka answered and Akihito left, happy to see the man was alive and still kicking.

The twilight breeze was chilly as he stepped outside the station and Akihito pulled his jacket tightly around his middle. He started walking down the street, intent on getting back home so he could go out with his friends again tonight. He promised Takato earlier that he wouldn't hole up in his apartment without finding an alpha to at least take home for the night, and after what had happened at the bar, his body was stilling thrumming with some of the feelings of needing his mate. The thing is, right now he had no idea who his mate was and it kept driving him crazy. Maybe someone else to help take some of the edge off wouldn't hurt.

The last of the sun's rays were disappearing behind the horizon as he walked further away from the precinct. The street wasn't overly busy with people and he was taken by complete surprise when he felt it again, a pull so strong he had to reach out a hand and brace against the nearest wall for support, breathing hard as pain and discomfort from needing to mate attacked him full force. He put a hand to his chest as his heart palpitated, willing the feeling to stop as he leaned his back and head against the wall and closed his eyes, breathing harshly. It was nauseating and most people walked past him without even a cursory glance, but on the other hand he was happy for it, because right now he was so hard it was agonizing. He fumbled for his suppressants and swallowed twice the dose dry, feeling it burn his throat and almost choke him.

Akihito felt weak in the knees and it felt like an eternity when the intensity of his attack started ebbing away. When his vision adjusted to his surrounding once again, he rubbed at his eyes, looking around to see who had set him off, who his mate was. His eyes scanned everybody he could see on his side and across the street, a little excited at the prospect of finally meeting the man meant for him. His mate would be in a similar state as him, in heat, because that was just the nature of things. He looked out for anybody matching his criteria and couldn't see anyone, but he spotted the two men in black suits looking for somebody too, their taller than most people head scanning the crowd as they walked closer to his position.

Somehow he knew, knew that they were looking for him. It was a very strong gut feeling. Besides, they looked like bodyguards for an alpha thug and he didn't want to find out if the yakuza or somebody wanting revenge had him trailed. All he knew was that burly men in black suits were generally bad news, so he straightened his shoulders and tried to ignore his painful need to fuck and made to hurry away.

It was awkward, trying to hurry with your dick stiffer than board and temperature going through the roof, but he tried because this could be a matter of life and death. He risked a cursory glance back, just a slight turn of the head and could see the men had their eyes on him, moving faster to try and catch up.

"Shit." Akihito cursed before taking off at a sprint, brushing past indignant people and almost tripping when he tried to grab the handbag of a woman he almost knocked flat on her ass to help steady her. She made a frightened squeak and he risked a look back and saw that the men were quickly closing in on him. He cursed again before dashing to the side, making a quick decision to try and lose them in the nearest dark alley, not looking back when the woman shouted at him angrily. The adrenaline pumping through his veins negated most of the effect of his heat and he was moving a little faster now, letting his legs do what they did best; running.

"Stop!" One of the unknown men boomed and that only spurred Akihito to move faster, to dodge obstacles quicker and to getaway getaway getaway! He moved with the stealth of a panther, even while his lungs burned and sweat threatened to blind him.

The heavy footsteps of the larger men, who he's surprised could be so fast with their size, echoed on the concrete somewhere behind him and when Akihito realized he was coming upon a board fence, he shoved forward with enough momentum to jump right over the 7foot structure. He fell with a roll, on the other side, coughing as the effort burned his lungs immensely, but he kept moving, limping at first because the fall wasn't necessarily gracious. Even a few minutes after he realized he was alone he kept moving, just to be sure. Every part of him hurt as he ended up on a deserted suburban street too far from his own apartment. When he regained his breath, he took out his phone and dialed Kou.

"Hey, can I sleep at your place tonight?...Thanks, I'll see you soon."

No use going back home now in case the men knew where he lived. Finding it in himself to walk with the way his muscles burned, he forced himself to trod down the road towards Kou's apartment.

*******VF*******

"He looks like shit."

Akihito woke up groggily to the sound of Takato's voice. He barely cracked an eye open before closing it quickly against the morning glare with a groan.

"Yeah, he came here last night looking like he got hit by a bus…" Kou said, voice sounding distant and annoying to Akihito's ears.

"Well, he's awake so we should get him up."

Akihito burrowed further into Kou's bed, glad he has it all to himself now and hating the idea of moving.

"Hey, hey, I'm in pain…" Akihito croaked when Takato grabbed his arm and tried to pull.

"Sorry," Takato answered before gently helping him to a sitting position, which caused every muscle in his body to sing with pain and discomfort.

Akihito brushed him off. "Why are you here?"

Kou handed him a cup of tea and Akihito took it gratefully.

Takato straightened and looked at Kou before answering. "Kou called, said you didn't look too good last night when you showed up. What happened?"

Akihito took a sip of his tea before answering, looking at his friends because he knows they won't like his answer. "I was being chased by these men…"

"Who?!" Kou piped up in concern.

Takato's eyes were hard.

"I don't know, and to be honest, I didn't want to find out so I ran."

Takato sighed. "What have you gotten yourself into this time, Aki?"

"I don't know…" Akihito answered slowly, tiredly, wishing he could go back to sleep and forget his night.

"Well, be more careful, yeah?" Kou muttered before walking back out of the bedroom crossly.

Akihito looked at Takato and Takato said, "He just worries about you, you're his first real friend after all."

"Yeah. It was most likely something from work."

"That's the problem right there." Takato clapped him on the shoulder before leaving the room too and Akihito watched his friend go. He knew his job was a dangerous one, but it's what he loves and he won't stop doing it for as long as he can.

Sighing again, Akihito put his head back on the pillow and tried to sleep, even as the feeling of his mysterious mate plagued him once again. One thing he knew for certain was that he was bound to meet his mate soon, because these moments of feeling each other meant the man was probably looking for him too.

*******VF*******

"Takaba, I have a job for you!"

"Really, what is it?" Akihito asked excitedly as he talked to his Chief Editor on his cell, the man who gave him work. He hadn't heard from him in a few days and he thinks this call is long overdue. He was sitting around his TV playing his favorite video game.

"Got a tip, Get your ass down here for the details."

"Sure thing." Leaving his videogame behind, Akihito got dressed and left for the editor's office in the heart of Tokyo, taking the train to save him time. When he got to the man's office, he was ushered inside while the short, stocky man shut the door behind him.

"Takaba-san," the man greeted excitedly.

"Hiro-sensei," Akihito returned before taking the offered seat opposite the man after he sat down. He watched as the man laced his fingers together before leaning across the desk conspiratorially.

"Got a tip that a shady politician will be meeting with a yakuza figure tomorrow night at the docks."

"Really? Who's the source?"

The man hesitated. "Huh…this is a very big deal, Takaba-san, I can't reveal the source, this case is very sticky; the less you know the better."

Akihito nodded. He understood, even if something was niggling at the back of his mind about the whole thing. The editor had never let him down though, and besides, the man liked him enough to give him work as often as possible when most discriminated his omega status, so he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

"Here's the address and time."

Hiro-san handed him a paper and Akihito took it, read it and then crushed the paper before throwing it in the bin by the side of the desk. As a rule, they never say all pertinent information out loud just in case the place was bugged.

"Thanks, I'll be there tomorrow."

"Right. Get me those pictures, Takaba-san, I'm counting on you."

"I will!" Akihito smiled, beaming as he left the office. He was on his way towards the exit when he was bumped into hard enough to land him flat on his ass. Shaking his head, he looked up and glared before gritting out, "Hey, watch where you're going!"

Mitarai smirked down at him. "Oh, haven't seen you in a while, Takaba. Is the chief handing an omega like you scraps again?"

Akihito decided not to rise to the man's bait. Mitarai was a rival photojournalist, an alpha who wanted him to lose his job based on misconduct and there's no way he'll fall for it. He stood, dusted himself off and held his head high as he walked away. He was out in the empty hallway leading to the elevator when he was grabbed from behind and spun around, then shoved into the wall where Mitarai caged him in with both hands planted firmly on said wall beside his head. The man's face was way too close to his and he watched him carefully.

"You're in heat, I can smell it. How about I help you out with that?"

Mitarai had a knee pressed against his groin and Akihito pushed him back with enough force to cause the man to stumble before saying, "Over my dead body."

"Omega bitch." Mitarai snared after regaining his balance and Akihito paid him no heed. When he entered the elevator he turned around and looked at the man watching him with clear disdain while he pushed the button for the ground floor.

"Alpha whore."

*******VF*******

The next night, Akihito sat in an abandoned room in a warehouse that overlooked the road where the two were scheduled to meet by the docks. He wore a cap and sweater and had his favorite camera on a string around his neck, waiting. His knees popped as he stretched them, he'd been hiding out at the location for a few hours now.

It was another few hours, well into the night, when a sleek black car pulled up to the side of the road near the building and stopped, cutting off the headlights. He watched the vehicle as it just sat there, nobody exiting. A few seconds later a black limousine drove up and parked opposite before mirroring the first car. Black cars in the dark night meant less chance of being spotted, but he grinned as he got into place with his camera ready, all for exposing these men.

The first car opened and a middle aged man emerged, his features blurred slightly by the darkness. The only light provided by a light post a few meters away was dim, but luckily enough for a clear shot when he zoomed the lens.

"Gotcha," Akihito whispered as he snapped a picture of the politician, who he now recognized as a member of the executive branch, Tomio Shigeo. He snapped a few more for good measure, pausing when the driver emerged from the limo, a tall, burly man in glasses. When that man opened the right passenger door, a wealthy looking man in a long black overcoat with slick back hair emerged. Unfortunately, that ones face was hidden, so Akihito decided to wait until he could get a clear shot of the other man's face before taking any more pictures.

Through his viewfinder, Akihito could see that the two were conversing. Both men shifted minutely and Akihito could feel it in his gut that he would get that money shot soon. His grin split his face as he thought about all the pocky and ramen he would buy to last him at least the next six months with the payoff he knows he'll get from this.

Watching through the lens of the camera, Akihito didn't miss how the shoulders of the unknown man stiffened suddenly. His gut clenched as he anticipated trouble, only to almost drop the camera when his heat slammed into him hard.

"Shit," Akihito cursed as his hands trembled and he had to lower them from his face with the camera, aching with need as his hard on became instantly painful.

'He's here…but where?' Akihito questioned himself after he sat flat on his ass and reached for his suppressants in his side pocket. He couldn't fathom why he would go into heat in a place like this, and how close would his mate have to be for this to happen? When he was done, he fumbled for the camera and looked back out the window, only to see the street deserted of the two men while one of the cars drove away.

"Fuck." Akihito scrambled to his feet and moved towards the door, knowing that the car that stayed behind meant those men were looking for him. Even with the need to mate intensifying, he stuck his head out the door and looked if the coast was clear. Seeing no sign of company, he slipped out towards the stairs, peering over the edge for any sign of anybody coming up. He cursed when he saw a suited figure climbing the steps a few floors down too quickly to be normal. He went back the way he came, intent on finding another way out when a voice boomed from the left end of the hallway.

"Stop right there!"

"Oh shit!" Akihito took off at a run at the other end of the hallway, intent on getting away when he realized he ran into a single open window and no doors at the end; A fire escape.

"Give it up, Takaba, we have you now."

A voice spoke ominously behind him and Akihito turned around to glare at the unknown driver, the man in the glasses. Panting, he said. "How do you know my name?"

The man didn't answer, but made a move towards him and Akihito jumped through the window and shuffled down the metal stairs as quickly as he could. He moved faster than his pursuer and managed to jump down to the ground from halfway up the first floor, landing with a roll before standing and making to sprint away. He straightened and before he could take the first step, he was grabbed from behind, gasping in fright as one hand held his shoulder tightly and the other held a cloth with what he knew was chloroform over his nose. He cursed and struggled in the strong grip, trying to get away until he realized he was losing consciousness, trying to claw his way back to the surface of awareness futilely. Right before he passed out completely, a gruff voice husked in his ear and a shiver wracked his entire frame.

"Now, you're finally mine."