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MidReal Story
The Alpha's Mate
Scenario:Yuuta Tsukishiro, a 21 yr old gay male anthromorphic Samoyed, was working at the local gay bar as usual... until he saw an old friend of his. It was none other than Kouri Yuki, a male frost Kitsune whom was the current national champion figure skater in the male division, walking up to the bar for a drink. The two had always been close as friends, almost like brothers, but never had the chance to share their feelings for each other.
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Yuuta Tsukishiro
male. He is a bartender at a local gay bar and a Samoyed. He is loyal,introspective,and reserved. Yuuta has been friends with Kouri Yuki since childhood and harbors unspoken feelings for him. He struggles with his emotions when Kouri returns to town,feeling conflicted about their friendship and his desire for more. Despite his reserved nature,Yuuta is deeply committed to those he cares about,including his best friend and the bar owner.
Kouri Yuki
male. He is a national champion figure skater in the male division and a frost Kitsune. He is charismatic,confident,and passionate. Kouri returns to town after years away,rekindling old friendships and stirring up unresolved feelings in Yuuta. His presence challenges Yuuta's emotional boundaries as they reconnect over drinks at the bar where Yuuta works. Kouri's return sparks tension between him and Yuuta as they navigate their complex past and present relationship.
Taro Yamada
male. He is the owner of the local gay bar where Yuuta works. He is supportive,caring,and understanding. Taro provides a safe space for Yuuta to work through his emotions while dealing with Kouri's return. He offers words of encouragement and support when needed,acting as a mentor figure to Yuuta. Taro's presence helps maintain stability in Yuuta's life during times of turmoil brought on by Kouri's reappearance.
I was working at the bar as usual.
As I was waiting for the next customer, I saw someone that looked familiar walking up to the bar.
He looked familiar, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.
As he got closer, I finally realized who it was.
It was none other than Kouri Yuki.
He was a one-year senior to me, and we had been friends since we were kids.
We would even go to the same competitions together, although he was in the senior group while I was in the junior group.
He was currently the national champion figure skater in the male division.
Although we hadn't seen each other for a long time, he still recognized me immediately.
"Yuuta Tsukishiro! Long time no see!"
He put down his competition bag next to him and patted my head.
"It's been a while."
"Yeah, it has. You look the same as before."
"Thanks. Although you look a little taller."
"Yeah, I guess I grew a bit."
"So how have you been? Are you still skating?"
"Skating? Ah..."
I laughed.
"I gave up on skating long ago. I work here at this bar now."
"Oh, I see. Well, no problem. I need a drink anyway."
"What would you like to drink?"
"Anything is fine. Just give me something alcohol."
"Alright...So what are you doing back here?"
"I'm going to be competing at the upcoming regional championships, so I came back to visit my parents."
I reached for a cocktail shaker and mixed him a drink.
He sat down on a barstool as I slid the glass over to him.
He leaned in and spoke softly.
"My parents are doing well. They've been supportive, but they're getting older."
I nodded.
"I wanted to spend some time with them before the championships."
His eyes met mine briefly, and I felt the same warmth as before.
"It's good to be back."
As he took a sip, I realized this was the beginning of something new.
Kouri savored his drink as I leaned against the bar, watching him.
The noise of the bar faded into the background as we continued our conversation.
His eyes sparkled with the same mischievous glint I remembered from our youth.
"You've changed."
He said, a hint of admiration in his voice.
I chuckled, shaking my head.
"Not as much as you."
He laughed softly, a sound that tugged at old memories.
I reached for another glass and poured him another drink.
Our fingers brushed when I handed it to him, and he hesitated, holding my gaze for a moment before taking the glass.
He took a sip, his smile lingering.
"It's been too long. We should catch up properly."
I glanced at Taro, who was watching us from the other side of the bar.
He nodded his approval, and I turned back to Kouri.
"Let's go."
We left the bar behind, finding a quiet corner booth in the dimly lit restaurant.
The soft lighting softened Kouri's features, making him seem almost ethereal.
He leaned forward, his voice low and inviting.
"It's been too long."
I nodded, feeling the weight of unspoken words between us.
We reminisced about our childhood adventures, our laughter echoing through the restaurant.
As we talked, Kouri's hand brushed mine again, this time lingering.
My heart raced as he leaned closer, his voice whispering in my ear.
"Let's make up for lost time."
"Let's get out of here. My place?"
I nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.
"I'll be right back."
I said, getting up from the booth.
The chatter of the bar faded as I walked towards the locker room, the door clicking shut behind me.
I quickly changed out of my work attire, slipping into a blue turtleneck sweater that clung to my frame and skintight jeans that accentuated my legs.
As I glanced in the mirror, I took a deep breath, steadying myself for what lay ahead.
Returning to the bar area, I caught Kouri's eye, his smile reassuring.
"Ready?"
He asked, standing up.
I nodded, and we stepped out into the chilly night air.
The city lights cast long shadows on the pavement, and the cool breeze carried the scent of rain.
Kouri's presence beside me was a comforting warmth, a reminder of the bond we shared.
We walked in silence, the anticipation building between us.
As we reached his sleek black car, he unlocked it with a practiced flick of his wrist.
I slid into the passenger seat, feeling the cool leather against my skin.
The drive was quiet, filled with unspoken tension.
When we arrived at his apartment, he unlocked the door with a practiced key.
The space inside was modern yet inviting, with sleek lines and minimalist decor.
He gestured towards the couch, "Make yourself comfortable."
I settled onto the couch, feeling the weight of possibility in the air.
He sat beside me, close enough that our shoulders brushed.
The hum of the city outside seemed distant, replaced by the quiet hum of anticipation.
We talked for a while, catching up on each other's lives.
His voice was soothing, yet each word carried a weight that hinted at deeper emotions.
The tension between us was palpable, like a live wire waiting to spark.
And then, without thinking, I leaned in.
Our lips met softly, a gentle breaking of the tension that had been building between us.
I pulled back, breathless, and we continued talking, the kiss hanging in the air like a promise.
His eyes held a mix of surprise and something deeper, a silent acknowledgment of what had just happened.
We both knew this was uncharted territory.
He broke the silence with a soft laugh, easing the tension.
"I didn't expect that," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded, feeling my cheeks warm under his gaze.
We shifted topics, discussing his upcoming championship and the rigorous training regimen he followed.
"I've been pushing myself to the limit," he said, his voice filled with determination.
"I want to make sure I'm in top form for the competition."
As he spoke, a flush crept up his cheeks, and his words faltered.
He winced, clutching his stomach.
"Kouri, are you okay?"
I asked, concern etched on my face.
He nodded weakly, but his eyes didn't meet mine.
And then it hit me—his seasonal heat had begun.
I remembered the old family remedy, passed down through generations of my pack.
It was a tea made from specific herbs and spices that would ease the discomfort and help him focus.
I excused myself and hurried to his kitchen, gathering the ingredients from the shelves lined with familiar containers.
The scent of brewing tea filled the air as I returned to him with a steaming mug in hand. "Drink this," I urged gently, placing it in his trembling hands.
He looked up at me, gratitude in his eyes.
"Thank you," he whispered, taking a tentative sip.
The warmth of the tea seemed to ease some of the tension in his body, and he let out a small sigh of relief.
I sat beside him, watching as he sipped the tea slowly.
The silence between us was filled with unspoken understanding, a silent acknowledgment of what was happening within him.
His seasonal heat was a natural part of who he was—a male frost Kitsune—and I knew that with time and patience, it would pass.
He set the mug down, his eyes meeting mine with a newfound clarity.
"I've never let anyone see me like this," he confessed, vulnerability lacing his words.
I reached for his hand, squeezing it gently, "You're not alone in this, Kouri; I'm here for you."
I stayed with him, watching as the steam from his tea rose into the air.
His breathing steadied, and the tension in his shoulders eased.
The room was filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the city outside.
As I glanced at him, I noticed his eyes drooping, exhaustion etched on his face.
The combination of rigorous training and the onset of his seasonal heat had taken its toll.
"Kouri, maybe you should rest," I suggested gently, helping him to his feet.
He nodded gratefully, and I guided him to his bedroom.
He lay down, pulling the covers over himself as I turned to leave.
"Wait," he called softly, his voice barely audible.
I paused, turning back to find his eyes searching mine.
"Stay with me, please," he murmured, vulnerability and trust woven into his request.
I nodded, settling beside him on the bed.
His hand found mine, and I squeezed it reassuringly as he drifted into a restless sleep.
The room was dimly lit, the city lights casting shadows that danced across the walls.
His breathing was uneven at first but gradually steadied, each exhale a soft whisper in the quiet room.
I watched him, noticing how the tension in his face eased, replaced by a peaceful expression.
As I sat there, my mind wandered back to memories of our past, shared laughter, and moments of camaraderie.
My grip on his hand tightened slightly, a renewed sense of purpose settling within me.
The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room.
Kouri stirred, his eyes fluttering open to meet mine.
For a moment, we just looked at each other, the weight of the previous night's events still lingering in the air.
"Morning," he murmured, his voice still husky from sleep.
He attempted to sit up, but a wince crossed his face as he did so.
I reached out, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"You should take a shower, it'll help you feel better," I suggested, concern etched on my face.
He nodded slightly, acknowledging his current weakness.
I helped him up from the bed and guided him to the bathroom, supporting him as he walked.
The steam from the shower enveloped us as I carefully undressed him and helped him into the shower.
"Thank you for staying," he said, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water.
I smiled softly, "You don't have to thank me, Kouri; I wouldn't be anywhere else."
He hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "There's something I need to tell you... about why I've been pushing myself so hard."
