There were only three ways to access the west cluster dorms after midnight: through the shattered side entrance where the security camera never worked, through the loading bay which reeked of garbage, or straight up the main stairwell and past two floors of mostly Beta students gaming or sleepwalking. Sasuke preferred the latter; it was clean, efficient, and the only route that didn't require him to make up a story when the RA stopped him for wandering after hours.
He climbed the stairs two at a time, his duffel slung crosswise over his shoulder, mind preoccupied with the data sets he'd been parsing in the library all night. The fluorescence of the stairwell buzzed in his ears, drowned out only by the pulse of his own heartbeat. He counted the landings as he went—first, second, third—his focus narrowing as he neared the hallway to 327.
But as he reached the threshold, something else tripped his senses. An odor. It hit him at once, both alien and familiar, threading through the chemical sterility of the corridor like a molten wire. At first, he thought it was a prank—maybe someone had let a stray dog loose on the floor, or dumped a can of energy drink over the radiator. But this was sharper, richer, an edge of ozone mixed with something primal and impossibly sweet.
Sasuke stopped, his hand already on the door handle, as the scent doubled in intensity. For a moment, the world slipped sideways. His pupils dilated; the whites of his eyes receded to a thin ring. He took a step back and braced himself against the wall, the duffel sliding down his arm. He realized, with a cold clinical clarity, that his hands were shaking. His heart hammered in his chest, and beads of sweat bloomed at his hairline, trickling down his temple. He could feel the muscles along his jaw tighten, as if they might crack his teeth.
He leaned in, inhaling through his nose. The scent called up memories he didn't know he had—heat and salt, animal urges, blood under fingernails. It was impossible to ignore. Worse, it made his skin ache, muscles coiling tighter with every step. He clamped down on the feeling, forced his body to obey, and slid his key through the lock.
The door swung open. The scent hit him in the face like a slap. Sasuke stepped into the room before he knew what he was doing, shutting the door, his hand moved behind him, fingers finding the lock. The soft click registered somewhere in the back of his mind as his eyes fixed on the scene before him.
The room was unrecognizable. His side—pristine, regimented, sheets still tucked tight—had been overtaken by chaos. Naruto was sprawled across Sasuke's bed, limbs thrown out at odd angles, his face mashed into the pillow. The duvet had been dragged over, cocooned around him and bolstered with every blanket and piece of clothing Naruto could reach. It was a nest, a fortress of desperation, built from everything that wasn't nailed down. The blue light from Sasuke's laptop flickered over the scene, painting it in ghostly, shifting shadows.
Naruto's body glistened with sweat. His hair stuck to his forehead in wet spikes; his cheeks were flushed, almost feverish. His T-shirt was twisted around his torso, riding up to expose a strip of pale stomach. His thighs—bare, trembling—kicked against the mattress with unconscious, helpless rhythm. The air around him shimmered with heat.
Sasuke barely registered any of this. The only thing that mattered was the scent, now so thick it might have been visible, a haze that blurred the edges of the room. He stood there, paralyzed, every nerve ending screaming for action. He felt his hands curl into fists at his sides. The urge to cross the floor, to grab Naruto and pin him, was so strong it nearly blanked his mind. The Alpha in him—the part he'd spent a lifetime suppressing—roared to the surface, every calculation overridden by instinct.
He forced himself to speak. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Naruto didn't answer, at least not in words. He twisted in the nest, face contorting in pain or pleasure—it was impossible to tell which. His eyes were open, but glassy, pupils blown wide so that the blue was barely visible. He sucked in a ragged breath and let out a sound that was half-moan, half-whimper. His hand clawed at the sheets, pulling them tighter around his body, as if trying to hide from his own biology.
"Naruto," Sasuke said again, his voice thick and alien in his throat. "Get out of my bed." But even as the words left his mouth, something in his chest loosened at the sight of Naruto there, surrounded by his scent, his possessions. Like a missing puzzle piece slotting into place.
Naruto's gaze snapped toward him, slow and unfocused. For a second, he looked like he didn't even recognize the other boy. Then something changed. Recognition dawned. He saw Sasuke—really saw him—and the sound he made was almost a sob.
Naruto's hips bucked upward without his permission, grinding against Sasuke's sheets in desperate, uncontrolled thrusts. "Alpha," he choked out, the word tearing from his throat. "Please. It hurts." His voice shattered on the final syllable. Another involuntary spasm rocked through him, his body betraying him as he rutted helplessly against the mattress, fingers clawing at the bedding. Sweat traced rivulets down his neck, darkening the pillow beneath his thrashing head.
The world vanished. Sasuke's body moved without permission, each breath drawing Naruto's scent deeper into his lungs until his blood felt carbonated with want. His hands shook with the effort not to tear across the room.
He lost the battle. One moment at the door, the next hovering over Naruto, knees planted on either side of trembling hips, fingers locked around slender wrists. He pinned them above that sweat-slick blond head with enough force to bruise. Naruto's skin burned against his palms like a brand.
Their faces inches apart, Sasuke's breath came in harsh pants. The blue of Naruto's eyes had nearly disappeared behind blown pupils. Sasuke's hips jerked forward involuntarily, seeking friction, alignment, completion. The pulse beneath his thumbs raced rabbit-fast, and Sasuke's own heart hammered a matching rhythm: mine-mine-mine-mine. A wave of pleasure rolled through him, so intense it made his vision blur at the edges—nothing in his life had prepared him for this feeling, this rightness.
"Calm down," Sasuke said, but his own voice was shaking, torn between command and plea, betraying how desperately he wanted to surrender to the sensation. "You're making it worse."
Sweat dripped from Naruto's sun-kissed skin, his amber eyes half-lidded with desire and exhaustion, words catching in his throat - "Can't… It's burning... the pleasure... Can't catch my breath..." His sinewy body undulated against Sasuke's solid hold. The struggle was not one of resistance, but a primal surrender to the overpowering sensations - each wave of pleasure more potent than the last. A desperate plea cut through the heavy air - "Alpha—Sasuke—oh God, please—"
Sasuke swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing. The scent coated his tongue like honey and fire, flooding his mouth until he could practically drink it. His cock strained painfully against his zipper, already leaking, his body betraying him with each ragged breath. He clenched his jaw until a muscle jumped in his cheek, fighting the urge to sink his cock deep into Naruto's ass, to mark and claim what every cell in his body screamed was his. The pressure built low in his gut, behind his eyes, a chemical need so pure it bordered on agony.
For a single, infinite second, it felt as if time itself had stopped. Sasuke hovered above Naruto, his thighs burning where they gripped Naruto's hips, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against the slick heat between them. Naruto's lips parted, a glistening invitation, his tongue darting out to wet them as a bead of sweat traced the hollow of his throat. The air between them thickened with the scent of arousal—musky, primal, intoxicating—drowning out everything but the desperate need to claim and be claimed. Sasuke's body trembled with restraint, every muscle coiled tight, ready to snap.
Naruto's lips parted. "Alpha…" The word was a desperate prayer beneath him. Then a thought cut through Sasuke's haze like ice water: This isn't consent. Naruto's eyes weren't seeing him—they were seeing an Alpha, any Alpha would do. Something twisted in Sasuke's chest, sharp and unexpected, like a splinter working deeper. He recoiled from the mattress with a violence that startled even himself, staggering two steps away. His hands trembled, the urge to mate—there was no other word for it—throbbed like a wound at the base of his spine, but that strange ache in his chest persisted, bewildering him with its intensity.
Sasuke's nails dug into his desk until splinters bit into his fingertips. The pain was good—sharp, clean, something to focus on besides the thundering in his blood that demanded he cross those three steps to the bed.
Sasuke's jaw clenched until his molars ached. Behind him, Naruto's voice cracked. "Don't—don't leave me like this." The words dissolved into a sob that ripped through the air. Sasuke dug his nails into his palms, focusing on the sharp crescents of pain. There was a solution. A medical solution. Something that didn't involve surrendering to the primitive thing clawing at the base of his skull.
"Please, Alpha," came another broken plea. Sasuke forced his eyes to scan the room methodically, left to right, top to bottom, while his pulse hammered against his temples and Naruto's ragged breathing filled his ears.
Suppressants. There had to be some.
He lunged for the nightstand, yanking open drawers with more force than necessary, trying to block out the wet, desperate sounds from the bed. The first yielded nothing but Naruto's tangle of phone cords and a stack of crumpled energy bar wrappers. The second held socks, a battered photo of a red head, and—buried at the very back—a mint tin. Sasuke recognized the bitter chemical tang instantly, even through the haze of his own arousal and the scent of Naruto's tears.
He popped the lid. Inside: six blue pills, individually blister-packed, their surfaces glossy with condensation. Sasuke nearly dropped the tin from the relief that flooded his system. He fished one out, peeled it from the plastic, and crossed back to the bed.
Naruto's trembling hand reached toward him, fingers splayed and desperate. His face, slick with sweat and flushed crimson, transformed at the sight of Sasuke returning—eyes widening with such naked hope that something sharp twisted in Sasuke's chest. The trust in that expression made his throat tighten unexpectedly.
Sasuke pressed the pill into Naruto's outstretched palm, his voice a ragged whisper. "Here. Take it. It'll make this stop."
Naruto's head thrashed from side to side against the sweat-dampened pillow. The pill tumbled from his trembling fingers onto the sheets. His eyes, fever-bright and pleading, locked onto Sasuke's face. "Don't want medicine," he gasped, fingers clutching at Sasuke's wrist. "Just need you. Only you." The last words dissolved into a moan that vibrated through Sasuke's bones, making his own cock throb painfully.
Sasuke's control snapped. He grabbed Naruto's chin, fingers digging into soft flesh. "Shut up," he snarled, voice raw with self-loathing. His body screamed to mount, to claim, to give in. "You think I want this? You think I want to be some fucking animal?" His hand shook against Naruto's jaw. "Take the goddamn pill."
Naruto's eyes were huge, rimmed with tears and black with need. He made a sound, a plea or a curse, but the words dissolved as another wave hit. His body arched off the mattress. The pill tumbled from the bed, landing on the floor with a soft click.
For a split second, Sasuke considered walking out. Letting the Omega burn through it alone. But the thought was as hollow as his own self-restraint.
He bent, snatched the pill from the floor, and made a decision that was equal parts instinct and desperation. He bit the pill in half, shoved one piece between his own cheek and gum, then mounted Naruto in one fluid motion, thighs clamping around writhing hips. The Omega's slick heat radiated through thin cotton, scorching Sasuke's inner thighs. With his free hand, he pried Naruto's mouth open, then claimed it in a bruising kiss that was more possession than mercy.
The pill dissolved on contact, bitter and metallic, but Sasuke barely noticed as Naruto's tongue invaded his mouth with hungry, artless need. Their teeth scraped, drawing blood that mingled with the chemical tang. Naruto's hips bucked upward, grinding his hardness against Sasuke's own hardness in a movement so primal it tore a growl from deep in the Alpha's chest. For one delirious moment, the world narrowed to wet heat, the intoxicating scent of aroused Omega, and the maddening friction between their bodies.
Sasuke forced the other half of the pill between Naruto's teeth, his tongue following it in a hot, invasive thrust that made Naruto's body arch beneath him. Their mouths locked in a battle that was half medicine, half raw possession. When Naruto tried to turn away, gasping, Sasuke's fingers tightened in sweat-dampened blond hair, yanking his head back to expose the vulnerable column of his throat. "Swallow," he growled against Naruto's pulse point, teeth grazing skin that tasted of salt and desperation.
Naruto's throat worked beneath Sasuke's lips, the pill sliding down with a convulsion that Sasuke could feel against his mouth.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then Naruto shuddered, limbs jerking uncontrollably. His whole body went rigid, then sagged into the nest of blankets. Sasuke watched as the feverish glaze in Naruto's eyes began to recede like a tide, the unnatural dilation of his pupils slowly contracting until flecks of blue emerged around the edges. Sasuke loosened his grip, but didn't move away, feeling Naruto's breath against his cheek—still hot, but steadier now.
Naruto's mind surfaced through the fog like breaking through water. His breathing steadied, the violent tremors subsiding to occasional shivers. The haze lifted enough for horrified recognition to flood his features. "Oh god," he whispered, eyes darting between Sasuke's face and his own sweat-soaked body. "I'm sorry—I didn't—" But even as shame colored his cheeks, his hips betrayed him with an involuntary roll upward, his body still burning beneath the thin cotton. "My head's clearer but I still can't—" he choked out, fingers twisting in the sheets.
Sasuke felt something twist in his chest at the sight—not the primal Alpha urge from before, but something quieter, more human. The suppressant had cleared Naruto's mind but left his body still caught in the heat's grip. A half-measure wasn't enough. He couldn't leave him suffering like this. With a steadying breath, he made his decision.
He slid a hand down Naruto's chest, feeling the slick heat under his palm. Naruto whimpered, twisting into the touch, hips thrusting up. A fierce crimson flooded Naruto's cheeks and spread down his neck. He turned his face away, eyes squeezed shut, but his body betrayed him—arching into Sasuke's touch even as his teeth caught his bottom lip. Sasuke worked his fingers under the hem of Naruto's boxers, pushing them down just enough to expose the flushed, rigid cock. The tip glistened with clear fluid, and the scent—raw, sweet, Omega—spiked in the air between them.
"Is this what you need?" Sasuke asked, his tone rougher than he intended. He wrapped his hand around the shaft, slow and deliberate. Naruto's flush deepened impossibly, but his hips pushed upward into Sasuke's grip, desperate and shameless.
Naruto's answer was a broken moan. He clutched at Sasuke's shoulders, nails raking over fabric and skin. "Please—don't stop—"
Sasuke straddled one of Naruto's thighs, his own hips moving in an unconscious rhythm as he stroked the Omega beneath him. The friction against his clothed erection sent sparks up his spine with each thrust. His hand worked Naruto's cock in time with his own movements, thumb circling the slick head on each upstroke.
Naruto's body moved on instinct, hips pumping up to meet each stroke, his thigh pressing harder against Sasuke's grinding motions. The scent changed, deepening, gaining a sharp edge that made Sasuke's head swim as his hips moved against Naruto's thigh in desperate, uncontrolled motions, chasing his own pleasure even as he provided relief. But Sasuke knew—from the way Naruto's pupils remained blown wide, from the desperate whimpers catching in his throat—that a simple hand job wouldn't be enough to break the fever. An Omega in heat needed more.
Sasuke switched tactics. His grip tightened around Naruto's cock, as he slid his other hand between sweat-slicked legs. When his fingers found Naruto's entrance, he felt it pulse against his touch, a hungry mouth begging to be filled. The first press breached that tight ring of muscle, and Naruto's body yielded with a rush of slick heat that coated Sasuke's fingers. The scent hit him like a drug—sweet and musky and unmistakably Omega. Sasuke's nostrils flared as he looked up, catching Naruto's desperate gaze.
Naruto's eyes were wild, pupils swallowing the blue until only a thin ring remained. His chest heaved, nipples hardened to tight peaks visible through the damp fabric. A bead of sweat traced the hollow of his throat, disappearing between his collarbones where Sasuke's mark would look perfect. When their eyes met, he flinched—but his hips betrayed him, bucking upward in desperate invitation, his entrance so slick it dripped onto the sheets below. "Just—," he gasped, voice breaking on a whimper. "Please, I need it."
Sasuke growled low in his throat and pushed two fingers in at once, the tight, velvet heat gripping him like a vise. Naruto's back bowed off the bed, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his thighs fell open, trembling and vulnerable. Sasuke curled his fingers, finding that swollen bundle of nerves with practiced precision, watching with dark satisfaction as Naruto's cock twitched against his stomach, leaking precum in a steady stream. "Is this what you needed, Omega?" he purred, voice thick with dominance.
The muscles around Sasuke's fingers clenched and rippled, sucking him deeper with each thrust. Slick gushed down his wrist, pooling in his palm, the scent hitting his brain like a drug—sharp honey and musk that made his cock throb painfully against his zipper. Sasuke's hips bucked forward, grinding his straining erection against Naruto's thigh in desperate, animal motions, the friction sending white-hot sparks up his spine.
He twisted his fingers deeper, finding that swollen spot that made Naruto's back arch off the bed, while his other hand worked Naruto's leaking cock in punishing strokes. Sasuke found himself leaning in, drawn by some magnetic pull he couldn't fight. His lips brushed the shell of Naruto's ear, the heat of the Omega's skin burning against his mouth. "You're dripping for me," he whispered, the words escaping before he could stop them, feeling his own precum soaking through his pants with each thrust.
"Gonna—" Naruto gasped, eyes wide and unseeing. "Sasuke—fuck, I'm gonna—"
He came so hard that it surprised them both, the orgasm tearing through him in spasms. His body clamped down hard around Sasuke's fingers, milking them as ropes of white painted his stomach. The sight of Naruto—head thrown back, throat exposed, lips parted in a silent scream—broke something primal in Sasuke. A growl tore from his throat, feral and possessive.
"Fuck—" Sasuke's control shattered completely. He ground against Naruto's thigh with frantic, uncontrolled movements, his vision blurring at the edges. The scent of Naruto's release hit him like a drug, and he came with a force that shocked him—hips jerking, teeth bared, pleasure ripping through him so intensely he couldn't breathe through it. He collapsed forward, trembling, his release soaking through his jeans, marking them both.
The haze lifted from Sasuke's mind like a veil being torn away. He jerked backward, nearly falling off the bed in his haste to create distance between them. His fingers were sticky; his mouth still tasted like blood and chemicals and something else he refused to name. He wiped his hand roughly against the sheets, disgust rising in his throat.
What had he just done?
"Go shower," Sasuke said, voice rough. "You smell like—" He didn't finish, just turned away.
Naruto couldn't look away from Sasuke's face, his cheeks burning hot enough to rival the fever that had just gripped him. His mouth opened, closed, opened again—gratitude and mortification warring on his tongue. When he finally managed to stand, his knees nearly buckled. The name "Sasuke" formed silently behind his teeth twice, but each time died there, crushed under the weight of what had just happened between them. His fingers fumbled with the towel, with his clean clothes, movements jerky and uncoordinated. At the door, he paused, the words he couldn't form hanging in the air between them, before he escaped into the sanctuary of running water.