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Yamada Ryosuke & Chinen Yuri

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Yamada x Chinen

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Yamachii
Yamachine

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Chaptered Story

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Angst, Fluffy, AU, AOB, Alpha/Omega

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R (Non-explicit) at the start, but the Epilogue will likely be NC-17

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MxM Relationship, Alpha/Omega Traits, AU

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“Yuri!” Ryosuke snapped, moving quickly across the room, taking in the absolute disarray that was Yuri’s normally clean and tidy room—it looked like a bomb had went off in the room—twice…maybe even three times, he couldn’t be sure, his hands gesturing to the room around them, “What the hell are you doing right now!?”

Yuri’s mouth opened and closed, trying to form words but they were failing, him, he had no idea how to explain how he had moved from one moment to another for the last thirty minutes, just knowing he had and he couldn’t explain it.

Ryosuke was five seconds from losing it entirely, “Do you have any idea what time it is!?”

Yuri hummed softly, pushing gently against the wall but stopping when the feet of the dresser made a squeaking sound and Ryosuke’s eyes narrowed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Ryosuke demanded.

“FIXING IT!!!!!!!!!!!” Yuri bellowed violently, immediately biting his lip as he cast his eyes to the ground between them.

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What we know so far: (refer to this section at the start of each chapter for recaps of the chapter before)

Our Members–

Ryosuke:
-can make Yuri do whatever he wants to do
-thinks that power is horrible and promises to not use it

Yuri:
-took Ryosuke’s FMA hoodie and used it as a pillow on compulsion
-is subsceptible to being controlled by his Alpha

Kei:
-has marked Hikaru, thus making his scent change to being horrible to other Alphas

Hikaru:
-has been marked by Kei and his scent has changed accordingly

ABO–

Alphas:
-can find synthetically created perfumes, if designed with the exacting properties that make up the base chemical composition of their marked Omega’s scent to be HORRIFICALLY foul, more foul than the odor from the Omega themselves
-can use their Alpha power to make Omegas (and some Betas) to do their wishes

Omegas:
-can not smell their own scent
-can smell other’s scents, including the difference after being marked, though it does not smell bad to them at all, just different
-lack any power to disobey against what their Alpha does using their Alpha powers to order them around

“Can I talk to you?” Hikaru asked as he stepped into the dressing room, looking around to be sure no one else was there but him and Ryosuke.

“Sure,” Ryosuke dropped his phone onto his lap, not having anything he was more concerned about in the world if the group needed him.

“So,” Hikaru swiped his hands on the front of his pants, clearly nervous, “I know I might be overstepping or…something but…I just…I feel like I should discuss some things with you.”

Ryosuke was confused, since this was obviously not concerning something Jump related, but he was always open to the members, nodding his head as he gestured for him to sit down next in the seat across from him.

Hikaru plopped down into the seat, wringing his hands, “Okay, okay,” he took a deep breath, then laughed nervously, “You intimidate the hell out of me, you know?”

“What?” Ryosuke was surprised by this, shaking his head, “I don’t me—“

“It’s an Alpha Omega thing…” Hikaru explained, “I didn’t ever feel this before, but now, it’s there, it makes me nervous, but I know you and I know we can talk so I’m pushing through it for you.”

“Thank you,” Ryosuke nodded, sincerely appreciative that Hikaru was so willing to work through whatever discomfort he felt, “I promise there’s nothing to worry about.”

“I know that logically,” Hikaru pointed to his head, “…but the rest of me sorta has it’s own mind about these things.”

They both laughed, fully understanding.

“So,” Hikaru took a deep breath, “I wanted to sort of tell you some things that I think might help you with Yuri.”

This was not something Ryosuke was expecting—advice or whatever was about to be offered in reference to his relationship with Yuri, his interest was certainly piqued.

“So, as an Omega, I have sort of moved pretty quickly through the transition since the trait activated—maybe it’s an age thing or something, it’s hard to say—but I’ve already experienced some things that I felt like…it would be good for you to know so you can help Yuri the right way through it.”

“Alright,” Ryosuke sat forward, wanting nothing more than to know anything that could help Yuri.

“He’s soft,” Hikaru blurted the words out, “Yuri acts bold but he’s soft,” he laughed, “Of course, no one knows that better than you—you two have that really wild extra sensory thing right? So you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Ryosuke confirmed, “I know everything.”

“Well, you might think you do, but that’s part of what I wanted to tell you,” Hikaru took another deep breath, “Even with the sensory help, Yuri can lie about what he’s feeling and fool you.”

“What? What do you mean?” Ryosuke didn’t really believe that was possible, he had a direct connection to Yuri, he could sense his feelings, even the smallest adjustments, there’s no way Yuri could mislead him.

“It isn’t usually on purpose,” Hikaru’s hands shot up, concerned Ryosuke might take this the wrong way, “It’s a protective thing, like to keep himself safe, or honestly, it’s more likely to keep you safe—he would do anything to keep you away from harm, and that includes misleading you if it’s necessary. Of course, that goes both ways I suppose…”

Ryosuke thought about how much he loved Yuri, and the fact he refused to let him see even the smallest hint of it, and he understood, nodding his head sharply.

“So, just keep in mind that he can mislead you, don’t trust the bond all of the time, or you’ll become lazy and miss things—you need to pay attention to him and discover the truth on your own.”

Ryosuke pondered these words, tilting his head when Hikaru continued, “I’m sorry if it’s too forward…”

Ryosuke waved him off, thankful for practical advice that he wouldn’t get anywhere else, “Don’t think that—it really means a ton to me. Thank you.”

“Good, good,” Hikaru stood up to leave, but turned to look back at him, “It’s hard, the figuring out what’s my mind, my real thoughts, and what I really want through the trait’s filters—and there are some parts I just can’t control—things that are sort of a part of me now—and it would be easy for Kei, as my friend and as my Alpha, to find them annoying, but if he rejects those parts of me…”

Hikaru visibly shuddered at the thought running through his mind, “That would feel the same as him rejecting me. It would be devastating.”

This hit Ryosuke hard, and he had to really think about what Hikaru had just revealed to him because he never wanted it to feel like he was rejecting any facet of who Yuri was, not a single one.

“Like, he might touch your things, you know? And…just do things that are super confusing and make no sense, right? Wearing your pants—yeah, that’s a real thing ya know? And the last thing he needs is to feel bad about it—it’s not like he’s doing it to bug you or make you mad, so just let him wear the pants and buy yourself a new pair.”

Ryosuke nodded, understanding, but Hikaru clearly wasn’t done despite his body facing the door more than Ryosuke, his voice firm, “Maybe he will sometimes act a little out of character, or he might be a little clingy sometimes, just needing extra reassurance and comfort…and he needs you to be patient, and understanding—he’s…he’s going through a lot even if you don’t see it or know it—he’s being strong for you so he can be the best he can be for you.”

Hikaru was so passionate about this, so assured, that Ryosuke couldn’t help but take every word to heart, his love for Yuri and himself so clear in these words, “I want you two to be happy—so…just try to look at things through his eyes, and feel things from his perspective a little bit so you know what he’s thinking and where he’s at emotionally.

“Thanks for everything, Hikka,” Ryosuke smiled as he turned to leave the room, calling back over his shoulder, “You’re welcome, when I have more good tips for you I’ll be back.”





Ryosuke felt himself being dragged out of his dream, a sharp, grating sound interfering with the video game he was completely slaying, groaning as he tried to take hold of the dream, to stay asleep, but that noise…

THAT NOISE.

He blinked his eyes open, slapping his palms down on the bed in frustration, rolling over into his pillows as he basically pitched a mini-fit over being awakened, especially now that as he waited for the horrific noise to happen again it appeared not be happening at all.

Maybe there really was no noise?

Ugh.

My fucking psyche though.

He grabbed the pillow he’d shoved to the side, burying his face into it as he curled up into a ball intent on trying to go back to sleep and maybe pick up where the dream left off.

He focused on slowing his breathing down, thinking about sweet dreams of monster hunting, slowly drifting off to sleep.

SCCKKKRRRREEEECCCCHHHHHKKKKKK.

He bolted upright, twisting his head to figure out where the noise came from, but it immediately stopped.

“What the…”

He threw his legs off the bed, running his toes across the cold floor trying to find his slippers, when the noise happened again.

He didn’t have time for slippers, as he darted off the bed into the hallway, standing still when the noise stopped abruptly again.

He crept slowly down the hall, waiting for the noise, and then he heard it, a softer noise, followed by a series of grunts and gasps.

He pressed his ear to Yuri’s door, his eyes wide as he tried make sense of what he was hearing, jerking his head back from the door when the loud grating noise sounded loud in his ear.

He jerked the door open, screeching, “What the hell are you doing!?”

Yuri had stopped in mid-motion, his body caught between the wall and his dresser, his feet on the edge as he had apparently been using his body weight against the wall as leverage to move the piece of furniture.

He blinked rapidly like he was trying to make sense of what Ryosuke had asked him, tilting his head in confusion.

“Yuri!” Ryosuke snapped, moving quickly across the room, taking in the absolute disarray that was Yuri’s normally clean and tidy room—it looked like a bomb had went off in the room—twice…maybe even three times, he couldn’t be sure, his hands gesturing to the room around them, “What the hell are you doing right now!?”

Yuri’s mouth opened and closed, trying to form words but they were failing, him, he had no idea how to explain how he had moved from one moment to another for the last thirty minutes, just knowing he had and he couldn’t explain it.

Ryosuke was five seconds from losing it entirely, “Do you have any idea what time it is!?”

Yuri hummed softly, pushing gently against the wall but stopping when the feet of the dresser made a squeaking sound and Ryosuke’s eyes narrowed.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” Ryosuke demanded.

“FIXING IT!!!!!!!!!!!” Yuri bellowed violently, immediately biting his lip as he cast his eyes to the ground between them.

Ryosuke was so shocked by the outburst he couldn’t formulate a response for a moment, his eyes moving across the mess again, exasperated, “Fixing WHAT exactly?”

Yuri sighed like it was the most obvious thing in the world, his hands moving rapidly to point at things as he spoke, “Nothing is where it’s supposed to be, it’s wrong, everything in here is wrong, that’s not facing the right way, and that’s got to go over there but that thing is in the way and it’s just all messed up and I need to fix it, okay? I need to FIX IT!”

Ryosuke tilted his head, trying to make sense of the nonsense he was saying, wondering absently if people can sleepwalk…or in this case sleep-rearrange-furniture to this degree. Sighing, he moved over to grab Yuri into his arms, to set him safely down on the ground on his feet, “Yuri, what in the world is going on with you?”

When Yuri tried to look away, Ryosuke shifted until he was in his line of sight, “Seriously, what’s happening?”

Yuri studied him for a moment, swallowing thickly before he spoke softly, “I mean…it’s…it’s really nothing…it’s just that…I need…I need it to be…right?”

Right…” Ryosuke repeated the word but it didn’t make anymore sense when he said it, “I don’t know what it means…what you mean?”

“I don’t know…I just…it’s all wrong and I need to…fix it.”

Ryosuke felt all the frustration and anger from before fading as he actually took a moment to look at Yuri—to really see him—Hikaru’s words flashing through his mind.

He needs you to be patient, and understanding—he’s…he’s going through a lot even if you don’t see it or know it—he’s being strong for you so he can be the best he can be for you.

He needs you to be patient.

Understanding.

He’s being strong for you so he can be the best he can be for you.

For me.

He was frazzled, his clothes a mess, his entire being seemingly as messy as the room around him, and he felt like he needed to do something, anything to fix him…forget the room. Yuri looked so small, so timid standing there, and Ryosuke couldn’t shake the feeling that he felt…alone.

That he felt…sad…like…no one in the world could understand.

“I don’t understand,” Ryosuke put his finger on Yuri’s lips when he started to talk, stopping him as he continued, “I don’t understand, but I want to…”

Yuri’s eyes widened, mumbling under Ryosuke’s finger, but he just softly shushed him, sighing slowly, “What can I do to help?”

Yuri’s hand grabbed Ryosuke’s wrist, pulling his hand away, “Really?!?”

Ryosuke couldn’t help but smile at how absolutely adorable Yuri was in all of his excitement and enthusiasm and the dark, cloudy gray of his mood before seemed to dissipate, his expression shy when he looked up at Ryosuke, “Will you help me move my furniture?”

“I’m assuming you mean right now?”

“Yeah…” Yuri shrugged, “I mean it’s okay if you don’t wan—”

Ryosuke brushed past him, situating himself on the side of the dresser where Yuri had been, gesturing for him to take the other side, “Where are we moving it?”





Ryosuke had tried so hard to fall back to sleep but it was impossible, his throat was so dry, he was absolutely parched, and there was nothing to be done for it but to go get a drink.

All the way across the house.

He groaned, frustrated as he flung his legs over the side of the bed, slipping his toes into his slippers.

He mumbled incoherently as he shuffled across the floor, opening his door and stepping forward, his foot catching on something causing him to stumble forward, slamming into the wall as he twisted to try to make sense of what had just happened.

There, on the floor, clearly having been pressed up against his door, was Yuri.
Curled up into a tiny ball, covered up with his thin blanket, he was sleeping soundly on the floor despite Ryosuke practically kicking him just now.

“What the…”

Ryosuke bent down, resting his hand on Yuri’s forehead, checking to see if he had a fever or something, but he felt normal. He touched his shoulder, shaking him gently, “Yuri?”

He stirred, his eyes blinking open slowly, “Hmm?”

“What are you doing here on the floor?”

He could tell Yuri was still half asleep, his eyes blinking slowly, staying closed longer than was natural, and Ryosuke shook him softly again, “Yuri…”

“Hmm?”

“Why are you here?”

“Want to be here…” he murmured, the words slow and lazy.

“On the hall floor?” Ryosuke asked, unsure if he was hearing him correctly.

“Near you…”

Ryosuke swallowed hard, his heart feeling like it was tripping over itself, “Near…me?”

“Uhnn,” Yuri agreed, his fingers moving slowly up his arm to grab his t-shirt, “Bad dream…”

“Come to bed,” Ryosuke whispered, reaching forward to twist his head a bit, try to wake him up, but Yuri wasn’t having it, complaining with various grunts and squeals as Ryosuke tried to get him to where he’d be alert enough to walk.

“Fine,” Ryosuke sighed, scooching forward until he was close enough he could work his arms underneath his body, groaning as he lifted him up, “You’re not twelve anymore, and frankly, neither am I.”

Yuri laughed softly against his neck as he moved into his room, shutting the door with his foot, then crossing the space to put him down on the other side of the bed.

Water long forgotten, Ryosuke pulled the covers up over Yuri, watching curiously as he curled up into a ball, his face pressed into the pillow, and then, he was in motion, shuffling his body across the bed until he was on Ryosuke’s side, his arms grabbing the pillow to ball it up and then wrapped his entire body around it as he stuffed his face into the fabric and inhaled.

Ryosuke wasn’t sure what he should do at this point, partially thinking he should just go sleep in Yuri’s bed and let him do…whatever…it was he was doing here.

“Ryo…” Yuri’s voice was soft, though he didn’t lift his head or open his eyes, his hand moved out to pat the bed, “Come.”

Ryosuke sighed, pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to sleep with Yuri being so…weird.

Still, he felt like he couldn’t leave at the same time, so he threw the covers back, climbing into the bed on what was clearly the wrong side, everything feeling foreign from this perspective.

Whatever he thought would matter faded the moment Yuri moved, his pillow thrown over his face as he shuffled into his arms, curling around Ryosuke instead of the pillow. Ryosuke jerked the pillow down off his face, looking down at where Yuri was wrapped around him.

He thought maybe this would feel weird, to have Yuri here with him, to have him hold him this way, but all he felt was peace, a smile spreading across his face as he shoved the pillow under his head and wrapped his arms around Yuri.

“What was the dream about?” he had wondered for a few minutes what kind of nightmares Yuri had these days.

When Yuri didn’t answer, Ryosuke lifted his head up again to look down at him, contented when he saw his face soft and serene in a peaceful sleep.

“Sleep sweet,” Ryosuke whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head.



Ryosuke was trying to find his favorite watch, convinced that he had lost it, because as a matter of habit he didn’t really take his jewelry off anywhere except at his dresser…he growled in frustration, turning when Yuri walked into the room, eating an apple as he climbed up on the bed, “What are you doing?”

“Looking for my watch,” Ryosuke shrugged, but he didn’t miss the way the aura around them flared up for a moment, his head tilting in confusion.

“Oh,” Yuri nodded, clearly nervous about whatever he wanted to say, “It’s just…well…”

He sighed, standing up and throwing the apple in the garbage can as he gestured for Ryosuke to follow him to his room.

When they walked in, Yuri stood still for a moment and Ryosuke could sense his hesitation, speaking softly, as reassuringly as he could, “Whatever it is, I won’t be mad.”

“O-Okay,” Yuri swallowed thickly before he walked over to his nightstand where there was a light pink cloth covering the surface. As he slowly drug the cloth away, drawing his hands up to his face to hide himself, an array of items placed on a large tray were revealed.

Ryosuke stepped forward, recognizing all of the items—a few he had thought he’d lost, others that he didn’t even realize were missing—some of them he didn’t really understand—a penny and a small piece of paper that looked like a movie ticket…but most of the items he knew for certain were his.

He glanced over at Yuri who was still hiding his face, and it just didn’t matter what this was or why he had the items, he was upset and Ryosuke wanted, no, needed to fix it, stepping forward to draw him into a hug, “It’s fine, why are you worried?”

“I don’t know, I just…” Yuri released as slow breath, “I didn’t mean to take them, I was going to put them back but then…I just couldn’t let them go…”

Ryosuke squeezed him tightly, wishing he were one of those people eloquent with words, who could most certainly say something that would comfort him, to know it was okay but he didn’t know what to say, his eyes fixated on the items on the tray over Yuri’s shoulder, and then he wondered, his arm moving slightly down to touch the edge of the tray and spun it slightly until it was facing him.

His eyes widened, his heart beating wildly in his chest, because it was obvious from this angle that these items had been placed in very specific places, maybe even Yuri didn’t realize it, who knows—but there on the tray—those items created a heart with two letters inside of it—a R and a Y.

So, just keep in mind that he can mislead you, don’t trust the bond all of the time, or you’ll become lazy and miss things—you need to pay attention to him and discover the truth on your own.

Ryosuke’s thoughts whirled in his head, could he be…could it…

He had no idea, but he decided that he was going to find out, he was going to find out because if there was any chance at all with Yuri—he was going to take it.

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