It had almost been a month since Yuji moved into the penthouse.
No heat.
Which was… surprising.
According to the earlier bloodwork and assessments, he should've gone into heat already. The private doctor- expensive and too polite had confirmed it. Nikolai's medical team or baby evengers had triple-checked. Everyone expected fireworks by now.
But nahh. Not even a spark.
Yuji lay sprawled across his massive bed, staring at the ceiling, one leg flopped over a pillow like a sleepy starfish.
"Maybe I'm broken," he muttered.
Fin, the AI fridge, hummed in disapproval. Or maybe that was just the cooling system.
"What if I can't get pregnant?" he whispered. "What if he takes everything back? The card. The room. My fin."
He wasn't sure which he'd miss more...Fin or the daily imported pastries.
Nikolai hadn't pushed. Not once.
He was, annoyingly, a man of his word. He'd said he wouldn't touch Yuji unless there was heat and he hadn't. No weird glances. No hovering. Just… waiting. Like a shark in a well-tailored suit.
And in the meantime, Yuji lived like some weirdly luxurious house pet. He didn't go out anymore. Not after the almost-kidnapping.
Not that he wanted to go out.
Jun had visited twice. Which was one more time than expected. That man could take any opportunity to scold and raid the fridge.
Yuji's phone buzzed.
Editor Jun: Bro.
You didn't tell me your sugar daddy is THE Nikolai Dragunov. All THIS TIME-
The Nikolai.
Yuji winced.
Oops.
From Jun: I thought he was just some rich weirdo?? Do you have ANY idea how famous he is?! You're living with a real-life Bond villain with his own Wikipedia controversies section!
From Yuji: Shh. You'll summon him.
From Jun: What else are you hiding?? Do you even KNOW this man?
Yuji glanced toward the shared wall between their rooms.
He… didn't, actually. Not really. Just bits and pieces. Enough to know Nikolai was powerful, infamous, and had a very nice jawline.
Of course, he recognized his face...he drew it, after all. Back when they first met, the resemblance had been so uncanny, Yuji thought he was hallucinating. Maybe that should've been a sign.
A warning, even.
Still, they only really interacted during meals. If they bumped into each other in the hallway, Yuji would crack a joke, and Nikolai would blink slowly like an amused lion.
Yuji pulled up his hood and padded barefoot to the fridge.
"Fin, what if I'm a reproductive failure?"
Fin blinkes..."Shall I reorder another pack of lavender heat wraps?"
"…I hate you."
He opened the fridge and grabbed a bottled tea.
His life was so strange now. Designer credit cards. Online shopping. Unsolicited fruit baskets from fertility specialists.
And still- hmm he doesn't know ahh, mix feeling
Yuji sat at the kitchen island, sipping his tea and frowning.
He didn't know what to feel.
Rich? Yes.
Safe? Maybe.
Anxious?
Definitely...
___
The clink of cutlery echoed softly through the penthouse's sleek dining room.
Yuji sat opposite Nikolai at the long dining table that could fit a small royal court, poking moodily at his seared salmon.
"I mean…" Yuji began, stabbing a carrot like it offended him, "don't you think it's weird? No heat. No symptoms. I might be defective."
Nikolai didn't look up from his wine glass. "You're not defective."
"You're really putting a lot of faith in science for a guy who owns a sword collection."
"I also own the lab that tested your blood."
Yuji huffed. "That's not comforting."
There was a silence.
Yuji frowned harder at his plate. "You don't… find it inconvenient? Y'know. That I'm just living here rent-free with no heat, no baby yet, and...let's face it- a very inconsistent skincare routine?"
Nikolai finally looked up, his gaze calm but unreadable. "You think I regret bringing you here?"
Yuji flinched, but didn't answer.
"I don't," Nikolai said. "My team confirmed your viability. My instincts agreed. That's enough."
"You make it sound like I'm livestock," Yuji muttered.
"Expensive livestock," Nikolai replied, deadpan.
Yuji nearly choked on his water. "Wow. Romantic."
A tiny, almost-smile tugged at the corner of Nikolai's mouth.
Yuji sat back and crossed his arms, eyebrows drawn. "You're not even a little frustrated?"
"I'm patient when it matters," Nikolai said. Then, after a pause, "And I'm not going to punish you for something out of your control."
Yuji blinked.
It wasn't a grand declaration. It wasn't soft or sweet. But for some reason, it stuck in his chest like a pebble in his shoe.
"Hmph," Yuji muttered, trying not to feel weirdly touched. "Guess I'll just keep eating your imported mangoes and waiting to spontaneously combust."
"As agreed," Nikolai said smoothly, refilling his glass.
Yuji glanced at him across the sleek marble table, bathed in the soft glow of pendant lights. For a second, he just watched—the way Nikolai always looked composed, always knew what to say, always made everything seem so simple.
Something shifted in Yuji's chest.
It was complicated.
And frustrating.
And maybe a little intoxicating.
He chewed on a carrot with unnecessary dramatic flair, eyes never leaving Nikolai.
Then, out of nowhere, he said, "Maybe... we should just try sleeping together."
Nikolai's fork paused mid-air.
Yuji blinked innocently. "Y'know. Just to… check compatibility. Maybe my heat is just shy."
Nikolai didn't respond immediately. His gaze flicked up, unreadable, sharp as always...
but this time with something else underneath. Stillness. Calculation.
Desire?
No, that had to be Yuji projecting. Right?
"Is that what you want?" Nikolai asked quietly.
Yuji immediately choked on his carrot.
He coughed, waved a hand, tried not to die. "I- I was joking, obviously. Ha ha. You- have no sense of humor-"
But his face was already turning red. Not just from embarrassment.
From something else.
A heat deep in his chest, dangerously close to anticipation.
Then Nikolai, barely looking up from his tablet, said calmly, "This Saturday. Come to my room."
Yuji blinked.
Regret hit instantly.
"…I take it back," he muttered, stabbing his carrots. "I absolutely take it back."
Too late.
Nikolai didn't even smile.
But Yuji could feel the smirk anyway.
___
Later that night, as he lay in bed, facing the ceiling with wide eyes and a flushed face, Yuji groaned and pulled a pillow over his head.
"Stupid. Stupid stupid."
Because almost every night including tonight, he'd had a dream about Nikolai. And not the kind you could talk about over breakfast. His body, apparently, hadn't gotten the memo that they were supposed to be annoyed with each other.
Yuji groaned, burying his face in the pillow.
"Fin," he mumbled, muffled by regret, "erase me."
The fridge hummed softly before responding in its usual calm tone.
"I do not have that function."
Yuji sighed. Maybe it was the hormones making him overly sensitive lately. Or maybe it was just Nikolai: his deep, commanding voice, the annoyingly perfect way his sleeves were always rolled up just enough to show his forearms, or that damn scent of his, danger and cedarwood with a hint of control.
Yuji's hand slipped under the blanket.
He exhaled sharply.
Maybe just this once.
Maybe it would help.
Just a little.
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(18+)
Wrapping his fingers around the shaft...
Yuji begin to slowly stroke up and down, feeling it swell and harden further in his grip.
"Hah..."
He groan breathlessly as he jerk himself off faster, picturing Nikolai from his dreams.
Remembering how Nikolai in the dreams towering over him, pinning him against the wall with his muscular body.
Yuji now imagine the Nikolai grabbing his messy hair and forcing to watch his impressive length as he rubs it against his cheek.
His breath comes in ragged gasps as yuji fapp furiously, lost in the fantasy of being roughly taken by his hung, dominant domme.
Still...yuji didn't exactly feel satisfied...
Feeling his drench wet bottom, he tried to finger his bottom. Remember how the omega from the video did it.
And Yuji begin to picture Nikolai walking two fingers up his quivering ass, teasing him, before plunging that thick alpha cock deep inside.
"Hnnngh ahh!" Yuji moan loudly...
Yuji fingerfuck himself desperately, greedy for more, imagining Nikolai pounding mercilessly. He neglected dick throbs angrily in other fist.
"Please... I need... Hhhhnnn!"
His muscles tensed, drawing up as his climax crashed over him like a wave.
Hot spunk erupted from his cock, splattering over his stomach and chest. At the same time, his asshole clenched rhythmically, a steady stream of clear fluid gushing out to trickle down his cheeks.
___
Yuji lay sprawled on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly, the room still tinged with the afterglow of release. His hair was a mess, lips slightly parted, and his fingers trembled against the wrinkled sheets.
Then he looked down.
At himself.
At the mess.
"...Goddamnit."
He sat up abruptly, face flushed all the way to his ears. His whole body was still sensitive, skin prickling under the cool air, but his brain had finally caught up to what he'd just done.
What he'd just thought about while doing it.
Yuji grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it.
Then groaned.
Then screamed again.
"I need to call a priest. Or a plumber. Or a... therapist-"
His gaze darted to the AI fridge screen glowing softly from his side.
"Fin, if you saw anything, you didn't."
Fin.."Recording is not active during nighttime privacy mode."
"Good."
Pause.
"…Wait, you have a nighttime privacy mode?"