LOGINDante couldn’t believe it.
Someone in Japan could actually go toe-to-toe with him, and not just on the court, but with presence and energy. Being an enigma was rare enough. alpha's and their ranked sub gender taking up 70% of the Alphan Sub gender, Leaving the Enigma's and it's ranked counterpart with 30%. The first time he saw him, he was standing next to Maya. At first, Dante felt... hurt. An odd emotion for someone like him. After all, he was the one who ended things. He’d done it because Maya refused to attend the same high school. It was petty. Childish. He could admit that now. But still, Dante had never stopped loving him. He’d been around. Slept around. Hookups, yes. But dating? Never. Not since Maya. And now? Maya was standing beside someone new, Worse, the guy was undeniably good-looking. If he weren’t with Maya, Dante might have shamelessly tried to sleep with him. Hell, who was he kidding—he still might if the guy asked. But there was something strange about him. Dante had tried to pick up a scent, anything to guess his secondary gender, but there was... nothing. Weird. He considered asking Maya about him, but with the Winter Cup around the corner, there wasn’t time. And Maya’s new boyfriend, Taiga, was going to be his opponent in the finals. Great. Then, before the Winter Cup, he saw him again. Dante had no intention to be civil. He wanted to Size up the guy then leave. Maybe brag a little about the fact that he used to date his boyfriend. So, of course, he did what he always did, defaulted to arrogance and sarcasm. “Yo. What are you doing here? ....Can you even afford the stuff in this place?” his signature smirk plastered on his face. Taiga’s looked away from the shoes he was looking at, shocked to see Dante. But not pleased witg his rude approach. “Who the hell do you think you are, broke-shaming people, asshole?” Taiga had shot back. Dante hadn’t expected that. It didn’t anger him the way it should have. In fact, it made something in his chest twist, Was it... shame? he smirked. Trying to salvage the moment. “You don’t look it. Can’t blame me.” Taiga didn’t bother with a response. Just rolled his eyes and walked away like Dante wasn’t even worth the effort. It stung more than it should have. As Taiga’s back receded, Dante found himself frozen. He wanted to follow. To say sorry. To fix... something. And that was weird. Why did it hurt to be rude to his ex's boyfriend?. He stared at Taiga’s profile for a long moment, then muttered to himself under his breath, "What the fuck is wrong with me?". ---- Taiga couldn’t believe it either. There was actually someone as talented as he was. He remembered Maya had introduced him reluctantly. “This is Dante,” he’d said. “We... used to be close.” Used to be close. That explained the uncertainty in Maya’s voice. The way his scent spiked slightly. It also explained why Dante had looked at him not like he wanted to challenge him. Dante didn’t say much during that first meeting. Just looked at Taiga and... smirked. Taiga didn’t like it. He also didn’t like how attractive the guy was. Two or three inches taller, solid build, darker complexion. His hair was a deep ocean blue, darker than Maya’s light sky hue, and his eyes matched. Taiga could sell the potent Enigma pheromones pouring out of him. No wonder Maya was uneasy. Taiga would never admit it, but he found him attractive. That was a secret he intended to take to his grave. ---- It had been two weeks since Maya saw Dante at the shoe store, and he still couldn’t sleep. He was still in love with Dante. That part wasn’t a mystery. The real problem? He was also in love with Taiga. He couldn’t choose. He didn’t want to. But trying to keep both in his heart felt like trying to balance fire and water in the same cup. He needed advice. Desperately. So he called Hido. Hido had been his best friend since childhood. When Maya explained the situation, Hido wasn't shocked. “I want to date both of them?” he said, Hido went quite on the line Hido gasped, “I—what? Maya, that’s—” “A bad idea?” Maya asked dryly. “Is it? I love them both. I don’t want to lie to either of them. I should have them both.” Hido sighed, rubbing his face. “If you already know what you wanted why call me? It's 1:00am Maya” “Don't you think it would be great if we all dated eachother? Maya says ignoring Hido's complaint “It’d be open and consensual, I mean, assuming they’re not trying to murder each other.” “That’s the problem,” Hido groaned. “They hate each other. From what you've told me, They’d never go for it.” "That's the problem Hido, they act like they hate eachother, while sneakily flirting...right infront of me...the way Dante stares at him and Taiga stares right back...its....flirty." Maya says, sitting upright. "Flirty?...Maya they are both Enigma's...dont be delusional. Hido says, before pleading to go back to sleep. --- The heat was brutal, turning the court into a sticky slab of steam and sweat. His teammates were exhausted but still running drills. Taiga was throwing baskets from the far end of the court, shirt half-tucked, arms gleaming with sweat, muscles coiled in every motion. Maya couldn’t stop watching him. Taiga jogged over, wiping his forehead with a towel. “Hey, babe,” he said, concerned. “You okay? Need water?...its hot as hell” he says, dabbing the towel on his face. "yeah I'm okay...at this point i could drown myself in ice" he says, wiping sweat from his face, listening to Taiga chuckle. "let me get you something cool" Taiga says, leaving, Maya watchs him leave, questions swirling in his mind. That night, as soon as he got home, he called Hido again. “Is it possible for two Enigmas to be in a relationship?” Maya asked as soon as Hido picked up. “ I’d be the connection between them, but wouldn’t they just kill each other?” “They’re both Enigmas?” Hido asked, "if they're both Enigma's then it's impossible" he adds. “ Taiga...well he told me he's an enigma but i noticed something weird from him today” Maya says, his voice dropping “He dosent smell of anything.” he says, "doesn't smell of anything?, how so?" Hido asks "we've only been dating for about 3 months and i haven't picked up a scent from him" Maya admitts. Hido made a thoughtful sound on the other end of the line. ”How Your sex life?" He asks, he listens to Maya hum. "we've made out a few times but haven't really gone all the way...he says he's waiting for our relationship to be stronger". Hido sighs, Maya could here the tsk sound coming from the other end of his phone. "I think you might be dealing with a Luna Maya" Maya blinked, sitting up straighter in bed. “Luna?” “Yeah. They’re even rarer than Enigmas. And they rank above every other secondary gender. Luna, Prime Luna, Elite Prime Luna... if Taiga is a Luna, that would explain why you can't get a scent off him, and why he's avoiding sex, Enigma's would never turn down sex.” "it would also help your situation...bonding the both of them like you want would become possible" he adds. It made sense. Enigmas were powerful and dominant. Their scent, especially the mark scent, was often too much for most Omegas to handle. Dante was an Elite Prime Enigma, the type that would usually be paired with a Luna to balance his intensity. That had been one of the reasons Maya accepted to brake things off. He wasn’t strong enough to handle Dante’s mark. But if Taiga was a Luna? It would mean he could balance things out for them. Taiga’s secondary gender had always been a mystery. People assumed he was an Enigma, and he never corrected them. But just because he looked the part didn’t mean he was one. “I think I have an idea,” he says, smiling to himself. “Be careful, Enigma to Luna relationship can be toxic,” Hido warned, and hung up. If there was a chance he could have them both without breaking either of their hearts, he's willing to do anything.Trigger Warning : This chapter contains mature scenes.. Kisses like they were starved. Taiga's hands roamed, Dante's hands groped and touched everything, anything, like he would die if he didn't have a taste of the Luna in his arms, tongue trailing over every inch, kisses dragged down his neck, fingers grabbing plush thighs until he was grinding and rutting like a crazed man. "Fuck, you smell good," he panted, grabbing a fistful of hair before swallowing the needy moans daring to escape from Taiga's lips. "I bet I taste good too," Taiga rasped out. The groan Dante let out was enough to send waves down his spine. Before he knew it, he was being picked up effortlessly and dropped onto the massive bed in front of him. He took in the sight of Taiga on his bed. It might not have been the first time he'd had him there, yet it still did something to him, the Luna on his bed was beautiful, hooded eyes staring up at him, waiting for his next touch, kiss, word, anything. He watched Taiga's
Taiga slowly pushed the bedroom door open, his heartbeat loud enough to make his chest ache. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn halfway while soft golden light spilled across the expensive furniture. Everything smelled like Dante. Cedarwood, smoke, and something dark underneath it all. But Dante was not there. Taiga frowned slightly, stepping further into the room before a strange sound caught his attention. A harsh gargling sound. His eyes shifted toward the bathroom door. The sound came again, quieter this time, followed by the rush of running water. Taiga’s expression hardened instantly. Without thinking twice, he walked toward the bathroom and pushed the door open. Dante froze. One hand gripped the edge of the sink while the other hurriedly wiped at his mouth. Water still dripped from his lips, but Taiga immediately noticed the faint streaks of red staining the white sink basin. And beside it. Bloodied tissues inside the waste bin. Dante’s eyes wi
He looked the same, but he felt different. Sweat poured down his face, heavy breaths leaving his lips as he stared at himself in the mirror. He did not look much different from before. In fact, he looked exactly the same. But one thing was certain, Taiga felt like a completely different person. His mind drifted back to the conversation he had with Phoebe. Dante was slowly withering away. One of two things could happen now. Either he successfully broke the half bond they already shared, or Taiga finally admitted his feelings and completed it.“I love him,” he whispered aloud, the words sounding strange and heavy in the silence of the room. Now all that was left was saying it to Dante’s face. The drive to Dante’s house was painfully quiet. Tatsuya kept stealing quick glances at him from the driver’s seat, his fingers tapping lazily against the steering wheel while soft music played in the background.“Hey,” Tatsuya finally spoke, breaking the silence, “I’m sure whatever you’re
Linking with his Luna wasn’t supposed to be easy. Taiga knew that. Everyone always said it was the hardest thing a Luna could do, because it wasn’t just physical, it was a complete surrender of self. Still, he hadn’t expected it to feel like this. He lay in bed, sheets twisted around his bare legs, body slick with sweat. The room felt like a furnace, the air heavy with his pheromones. Heat pulsed through every nerve, relentless waves pounding his body as though trying to split him open from the inside. And yet, through it all, he forced himself to stay awake. He wasn’t going to lose consciousness. Not tonight. Normally, when any secondary gender entered heat or rut, the primary gender slipped back, became dormant, letting the secondary drive the body until the cycle ended. It was nature’s way of surviving something so brutal. But for a Luna, things were different. If he wanted to truly link with his Luna, if he wanted total control and communication between both parts of himself, h
Trigger warning: This scene contains Non consexual sex, Do proceed with caution! The ride to Takuri’s apartment had been a blur of panic and resistance. Rin remembered every second of it, the grip on his wrist, iron and unyielding, the way Takuri all but shoved him into the passenger seat, the harsh silence broken only by his own ragged breaths. The doors had locked automatically. There was no escape. When the car finally stopped, Rin had barely opened his mouth to protest before he was yanked out, his body stumbling, dragged like prey by the predator he once thought he understood. Inside, Takuri’s apartment smelled of clean leather and faint cologne. Too polished. Too suffocating. Rin’s pulse hammered in his ears. “Takuri—stop! You can’t just—” His voice cracked, but the words died when Takuri turned, eyes burning that deep Enigma glow, his jaw set with something primal. Izumi was there. Sitting elegantly on a chair, a glass of red wine in hand, her legs crossed. Watching. W
Taiga was shocked, worry written boldly across his face. Was Dante dying? What had become of him? “Do you love my son?” Phoebe asked, her sharp eyes fixed on him. “Apparently, he confides in my butler more than he does his own mother.” She gave a strained laugh, bitter at the edges. “Aoki says he confided in him one night. My son had asked what he would have done if the person he loves doesn’t love him back.” She sighed, her expression faltering. Taiga’s eyes widened. He dragged his hands down his face, remembering that night, the silly game they’d played, the word that had sat at the tip of his tongue. He hadn’t wanted to spit it out, hadn’t wanted to let his Luna surrender so easily. “If the feelings I have are one-sided, then I’d love them more than anyone has ever loved them, even if it kills me. That was the reply that damned butler gave him,” Phoebe continued. She gave a short chuckle and shook her head in disdain. “Why? Why does my love affect him so badly? I accepted
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