Alpha

Gaara POV:

   My face felt hot; my face burns with embarrassment and my groin aches when I look at the toy. I had vaguely heard of these things before, I had just never seen one. This one resembles an alpha’s cock with a knot. It was rather long, around eight inches, and it was thick. Out of everything, the knot was the most noticeable. It protruded out of the cock and was far thicker than the rest of the penis. I breathed out a shaky breath. I ran my hand up and down the dildo and my body relaxed, so much so that it was hard to keep my hand on the toy. My body was screaming for the cock. I reached down and scooped up some fresh slick. I lathered the entire toy in the slimy substance. I felt nervous and, most notably, embarrassed. I had worked hard for years to gain the title of Kazekage of the Sand Village and held pride in it. And yet, here he was, begging for a fake cock. However, a strong wave of cramps burst out and I no longer cared. In my pained daze, I placed my hand on the base of the dildo and slowly inserted it.

   “Ooooohhhh”. The cramps started to vanish but my body was shaking. I kept pushing further and further. Eventually, he reached the knot. He started pushing with a bit more force.

   “Aaahhh,” I moaned out, much louder than the last. My entire body went slack, to the extent where I could barely bend my fingers, much less move the dildo that was inside of me. I whimpered out, feeling the cramps come back. I felt far weaker than before, and a sense of fear arose.

   “T-Temari,” I choked out, “Kankuro”. I knew I was far to quiet for either of my siblings to hear. I was humiliated by the idea of either of my siblings seeing me like this but I also knew that I couldn’t stay in this situation.

   “Temari,” I desperately called out again.

Temari POV:

   I was engrossed in a book that Shikamaru lent me a few weeks back. It detailed the best strategies to use depending on what ninjutsu a shinobi uses. Though most of the things detailed in the book I had already learned through battle experience, it was interesting to know. I knew that it would definitely come in handy soon. I’m sure it would be more beneficial for someone more boneheaded, like Kankuro. Maybe I should loan it to hi-... wait. I stood up slowly and walked towards Gaara’s door. I had been lost in my thoughts and realized it had been far too long since I had heard any sound coming from his room. It was pretty well-known that omegas are well… noisy. I didn’t have a great idea of how much time had passed, but if I had to guess I’d say around 15-20 minutes had passed. I approached his door and knocked gently.

   “Gaara? A- are you okay?” I asked through the door. I frowned when I received no reply and repeated myself a little louder, then pressing my ear to the door. I heard a soft sob and a whimper and I opened the door immediately (keeping my eyes shut, of course); something was wrong.

   “T- T- Temari,” I heard him sob out.

   “Can I open my eyes?” I asked gently and got an affirmative reply. When I opened my eyes, I saw my baby brother lying on his back in his nest, ass-naked. I praised every god in the sky that he had a blanket draped across his groin.

   “What’s wrong?”

   “I- I can’t move. It’s still in me and I can’t move”.

   It took me a few seconds to process exactly what he had said. It took a few more to realize what I had to do. ‘Oh hell no’ I thought to myself, ‘He really couldn’t be asking me to- to… take it out for him?’

   “What are you asking me to do?” I asked, hoping I was wrong.

“Please, Temari… help me take it out,” he begged.

I knew it. I’m cursed.

Kankuro POV:

   I felt a bit guilty. With Gaara in heat, Temari spent all her time worrying about him, and that meant that there was no one to tell him what to do… at least until Baki comes back from his mission (but I’ll worry about that when it gets there). At the moment, I would keep my feet on the coffee table, won’t use a coaster, and would blast the T.V. as loud as I want. I chuckled to myself, thinking about the absolute hell my sister is going through.

   My blood froze when I heard the door slam.

“O shit,” I thought instantly. I turned around slowly and only saw a flash of blonde hair before I was blasted across the room.

Temari POV:

   I am absolutely livid. I shuttered thinking about what I just had to do with Gaara. All the while, Kankuro was in the living room, drinking soda and watching cartoons. I stormed down the streets of Suna, grateful that everyone with a functioning brain made way for me. I headed towards the omega center, hoping I could get some more specialized help (that would hopefully prevent me from ever having to see something as scarring as what I saw with Gaara). Unfortunately, I heard an unexpected voice calling from down the street.

   “Temari-san! How are you on this youthful day?”

Lee POV:

   It was an extraordinarily hot day in Suna. I was assigned a simple B- ranked mission to participate in a meeting as a representative of Konoha in Suna. However, my biggest interest was doing some intense training in the hot sand. I’m sure that Gaara- kun could help me out with that. I was planning on asking him today, as I assumed he would be in the meeting, but I was disappointed to find that I had to talk to a group of old men. The meeting was just complaint after complaint. I tried to ignore the dull throb in my head as I wandered the unknown streets of Suna, looking for some water.

   “Watch it,” I heard a man mutter to him, “Unless you want to get your ass kicked”. I frowned and followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at. A blonde kunoichi was storming down the street, citizens parting way for her as she walked. I realized that she may be my only hope for getting water soon.

   “Temari-san! How are you on this youthful day?”

   “Dumbass,” I heard the man mutter to me.

   I saw Temari turn away, looking surprised when her eyes landed on me.

   “Le- Lee-san?”

   “I’m here for some training and a meeting,” I explained, “It ended a few minutes ago”.    

   “O-oh,” she replied, “You look sickly. Do you want to go get some water?”

   “Yes, please. I’ve been looking for a place for a while now”.

   She nodded and turned, signaling for me to follow. I felt a bit uncomfortable; I had never seen Temari stutter, much less look anxious like she does now. However, there was something else…

“In here, Lee,” she called. I followed her into the small shop. She stopped suddenly and I attempted to stop but tripped. Unfortunately, I fell directly on her.

“WATCH IT!”

“Sorry, sorry!” I apologized quickly. As soon as they stood up, I detected what had been bothering me: her smell. She smelled amazing; the only word I could use to describe it was sweet. Now that I realized it, I could only think of her smell. She turned and offered him a drink, and I chugged it, but her smell still was taking over my mind. However, one portion of my mind was confused; something wasn’t right. I had always believed Temari to be a beta, and she was far too old to have just presented. Additionally, she was practically already claimed to Shikamaru.

“Lee? Lee!” she shouted.

“Uh- Yes sorry”.

She sighed looking at me. “I have to go. I’ll see you later. Bye”.

“O- okay,” I replied and watched as she turned and left, the scent getting duller and duller. My body told me to follow her, follow the scent, but I knew that it was coming from somewhere else; I just had to find it.

Temari POV:

   I’m a bit concerned. I had run into Lee while going to the omega center. At first, he looked a little sick, probably just dehydrated. But the more time we spent together, the worse and worse he looked. I felt bad for leaving him like that, but Gaara’s condition was worse. I hurried off towards the center, pushing the thoughts of Lee out of my head.

Kankuro POV:

   I had my sleeve covering my nose. The time I had spent enjoying myself had long since run out, and I was now struggling to contain my alpha sense. My body demanded I go into Gaara’s room and comfort him, but once Gaara’s heat passed, our relationship wouldn’t be the same.

I got up and checked the cabinets, looking for scent masks. These masks made it impossible to smell human scents. I predicted that we wouldn’t have any, as we never had any need for them. Unfortunately, my prediction was right. I glanced around and sighed… I knew nothing could hide Gaara’s scent from so close. I decided it would be best to run to the store to get them, as it was only a few blocks away. I’m confident that nothing will happen because we live in the safest building in Suna, filled with strong shinobi who can control their dynamic. I assumed it would be fine to be gone for a few minutes. I hurried out the door, hoping to get back before Temari.

Lee POV:

   I followed the scent across Suna. I walked down the streets in a slight daze, finding myself walking towards the center of town. Eventually, I found myself in the halls of the Kazekage’s mansion. I received no strange looks as I walked down the halls, the other shinobi assuming I was here for a mission. However, I kept walking and found myself in a deserted hallway in front of a plain door. The scent was so close, so good; I could almost taste it. I turned the doorknob, surprised to find it unlocked. I walked in into a large living space and crossed the floor until I was walking down a long hallway.

Gaara POV:

   I whimpered out in pain. I had never felt anything so excruciating. My entire body shook and waves of pain spread through me. My whimpers and screams filled the room. More and more heat grew into my groin and ass and I felt slick start to pour in between my legs. My scent glands started to burn as I detected a strong scent. The click of my door opening sent me into a panic. There was the smell of an alpha coming from the door.

“It’s safe,” I thought, “Alpha”.