Untitled Part 12
Part Two: Shrouded Pasts
Chapter Twelve: The Party
Suga~
It took some convincing, but Suga and Kuroo had finally managed to get Daichi to agree to a party...under certain terms. Only the volleyball team and the yellow house Omegas were allowed to attend and, as per usual, none of the flock could leave the house without an Alpha. This time, Suga felt that Daichi's protectiveness was...reasonable. He knew full well that the more his nestmates had to drink, the worse their scent suppression abilities became. Daichi had also forced Kuroo into the role of the party mom, much to the rooster's dismay, but Suga couldn't complain. He felt better knowing that there would be a sober Alpha around to police things.
Half of the Alphas had gone to the liquor store and the remaining had gone to gather both Yuji and Bokuto, and a beer pong table from their Alpha residence. While the Omegas remained in the house waiting for their return, Suga had sprung them all into action. He had come across a box of decorations earlier in the week while he was cleaning, and the Omegas had decided to do a bit of surprise decorating.
"Raise those higher, Suga~~" Oikawa called out from his position in the dining room.
"It's not exactly easy, Oikawa..." Suga yelled back after steadying himself on his step ladder. "Wait, you have barely done any of your section!"
"I'm just a perfectionist, okay! I like to take my time~~" The chestnut haired Omega retorted back, stretching up from his standing position on the dining room table to string a set of lights around the archway to the kitchen. "At least I'm done with my set of paper flower decorations!"
"Suga, why don't you let me do that. I'm taller," Yamaguchi offered from his position, holding the step ladder in place.
"No, no. I'm almost finished! Just a few more rows..." Suga replied, sticking out his pink tongue in concentration as he balanced on the top step of the ladder and positioned his white string of lights across the ceiling.
"Shoyoooooooo, Noyaaaaaaaa! How's the backyard coming?" Oikawa called out the open back door as he leaned forward to hook a row of decorations in place.
"Good! We're almost done!"
"No, we aren't, Shoyo. Stop flinging that around and give me it. Nishinoya, for christs sakes, that's upside down."
Suga chuckled at the voices echoing from the backyard and pinned a few strings of lights to the ceiling. He knew that the back yard decorations would be fine because Keiji was overseeing the other two, less productive, Omegas. He was also certain that the the front porch would be done on time, seeing as Yachi had taken the liberty of volunteering for the job. She was both creative and prompt in her work-- her Alpha mother was a successful artist herself. He was beyond thrilled that Yachi was excited to partake in the festivities-- he just hoped that things wouldn't become too overwhelming for her. She had made so much progress in the last few weeks.
"DONE!" Oikawa cried, hopping down from the dining room table to strike a dramatic pose."See! I told you that I would beat you sugar momma~~"
"Shotty job, Oikawa," Keiji drawled out as he waltzed through the back door with the bouncing figures of Shoyo and Nishinoya hot on his tail.
"How cruel!"
"It's not cruel. You did a shotty job."
"Keijiiii," Suga called out, interrupting the nestmates from their bickering. "Could you help out Yachi on the front porch? I think the guys will be back soon."
"Too late! I'm already done!" Yachi exclaimed with a squeak as she walked through the oaken front door. Suga watched as she kicked off her pink converse on the front mat and let out a sigh of relief from her job well done. His heart swelled to immeasurable lengths when her calm, joyous scent washed over him-- she was healing and he loved every second of it.
Daichi~
Daichi and the Alphas walked towards their yellow home, bantering about their beer pong teams and who could drink the most. Dusk was rapidly descending upon the neighborhood, basking the environment deep hues of orange. When he noticed the pink lights wrapped carefully around the banisters of the porch, he knew that the Suga had led the Omegas on a surprise decoration of their home.
Tanaka stopped short of the front door to read the banner hanging above. "Fly to win! Fuck, that's a good catch phrase...we should use that!"
"Where did they even get the paint from?" Kuroo questioned as he adjusted a brown bag of liquor in his arms and glanced up at the painted blue words.
"Full of surprises, as usual!" Asahi chimed in with a beaming smile as he poked at the pink lights on the railings. "Ten bucks says that Yachi chose this colour."
"You're only saying that 'cause she's the only girl in the house!" Tanaka chirped back, jabbing the bunned giant playfully in the ribs.
"No! Her aura is pink!"
"Her aura? You read auras now?" Hajime drawled, skeptically rolling his dark eyes. "Why am I not surprised."
"Can we pleeeeeeease go into the house and start drinking now? Jesus, we just beat Date Tech!" Bokuto whined, jumping from foot to foot in anticipation. "Let's gooooooo celebrate!"
The Alphas piled into the yellow house one by one and, upon entering, Daichi was momentarily stunned in place. The entire living room roof housed strings of white lights that made the room look like a shimmering planetarium. He glanced over to the dining room and admired the crown molding, now fitted with paper cut outs of cherry blossoms. The archway to the kitchen was outlined with light blue twinkling lights, and more strings of paper flowers were hanging throughout the room's confines. Even the stair banister had light yellow lights entwined around it, illuminating the normally dark stairwell.
"This is, by far, the best decorations we have ever had for a party," Tanaka said in awe, nodding vigorously in approval. The other Alphas murmured their agreements and Daichi noted that even Tsukishima and Tobio seemed pleased.
"Wooooow," Bokuto called out, grabbing Tanaka playfully by the neck. "Your house is so much cleaner, and smells muuuuch better than the last time we were here!"
"That's only because your house is such a pig sty," Tsukishima lazily chirped back, raising an eyebrow in provocation. "Any house would be cleaner than yours."
"Why you little-" Yuji quipped with a hot growl and moved forward to tackle the tall, snarky Alpha will ease.
"OI!" Daichi bellowed out, interrupting the lighthearted brawl. "Stop fighting so we can get this party started!"
***
When Daichi smelled Suga's presence, he polished off his light beer and followed the enticing scent to the entryway. As the Omega descended the stairs, he nearly fell over from a heart attack-- the silver boy's scent and appearance were absolutely stunning. He delicately waltzed down the stairs in a white shirt, light blue jean jacket, and black jeans, but it was the confidence he exuded that caught Daichi's breath in his throat.
"You know, normally when people wear that kind of get-up, they look badass. But somehow, you make it look sweet," he said quietly, receiving a playful slap on the shoulder in return.
"Hey, I may not be as fashionable as Oikawa, but I can get it done when the occasion calls for it," Suga replied with a smirk, his tone playfully salty.
All Daichi could do was nod in response. He wanted to simultaneously admire the silver Omega from a far and take his clothes off to fuck him.
"C-can I get you a drink?" He stuttered, shaking away his lewd thoughts-- they would have to wait for later.
"Definitely. The last time I had alcohol was at my high school graduation!"
"Wait, really?"
Daichi was shocked. Alcohol was a normal part of his University life and he couldn't imagine how someone could manage their anxiety without it. It helped him to occasionally let loose and forget the stresses of school. How did the Omegas get along without it? Their lives were already ten times more stressful...
"Well, there aren't exactly a lot of situations where Omegas can drink safely," Suga stated plainly as he adjusted his jacket on his narrow shoulders.
"Oh...right," Daichi faltered, finding himself unhappy, yet again, with the living conditions of the Omegas. "Well, let me get you something delicious then!" He finished with a tone of forced happiness, willing himself to ignore his frustrations. Just one night without those unpleasant thoughts, he prayed to the universe, just one.
He turned on his heels and walked towards the living room, passing by a chatty Oikawa and a very amused Hajime-- ganging up on flustered Bokuto. He chuckled under his breath and squeezed past the living room couch to walk into the dining room. The house members had stockpiled the booze on their dark, wooden ottoman against the back wall near the exit to the backyard. As he entered the area, a very eager Shoyo and, much to his surprise, Tobio were playing beer pong against team Asahi and Nishinoya. He sniffed the air, trying to ascertain the emotional status of the housemates. He really did need to learn how to set his captain hat down once in a while.
As he sifted through the fragrances, he realized that Tobio smelled...animated. The setter's face was plastered with an animated look that he normally reserved for the volleyball court. Perhaps, Daichi pondered, little Shoyo had something to do with the sullen Alpha's unusually elated mood.
"You moved the cup!" Shoyo yelled out across the plastic table. "I saw you! That's a re-throw for us! Tell them, Tobio!"
"You did! I saw it move," Tobio agreed loudly, pointing aggressively at his opponents. "Give us the damn ball back!"
"We did not!" Asahi whined back and Nishinoya held the ball protectively against his chest, shaking his head.
"REF!" Shoyo cried out to a very serious looking Tanaka, positioned against the wall with his arms crossed against his chest and a beer in hand.
"Cup was moved! Give the ball back, Nishinoya."
Nishinoya ground his teeth and rolled the ball back across the table. "Aw, C'MON REF!" He complained, throwing his head back in a dramatic fashion.
"As I have written, so shall it be done," Tanaka angelically replied, placing his hands out before him in prayer.
Daichi smiled at the affair and continued watching the amusing game for a few minutes before continuing on his original quest. His eyes grazed over the present liquor, taking in the stock =of the makeshift bar. It was dwindling...fast. But there was just enough for him to whip up a classic margarita. A recipe he had learned from his Alpha mother-- a very avid drinker herself. Once he was satisfied with his concoction, he poured it into a water glass. They were broke University students after all, they didn't have money to blow on expensive glassware. It's the taste the counts, not the presentation, he told himself as he waltzed back over to his beautiful Omega.
Bokuto~
Bokuto was drinking a large glass of light beer by the blue living room couch, watching an exchange between Hajime and an absolutely stunning, slender Omega. His curiosity piqued the moment he realized that chestnut haired boy was the source of Hajime's unusual scent-- the Alpha's fragrance had been distorted for nearly a week now. Bokuto couldn't help but have a vested interest in the affair, he wanted to know more about the yellow house Omegas-- especially Keiji.
"What are you drinking?" Hajime asked, slight hints of worry lacing their way into his words. "Because you've had three already."
"Tequila sunrise~~" The Omega replied with a cheeky smirk before taking a small sip of his orange drink.
"Slow down turbo. You're going to get ahead of yourself," Hajime lectured, receiving a...somehow beautiful...frown in return.
If looks could kill, Bokuto thought to himself. Out of all the Omegas he had seen in the yellow house, this one was definitely the most aesthetically pleasing. The silver haired one, Suga, came in a close second, but for some reason, neither their scents nor their looks were enough to match his attraction to Keiji.
"What? Are you afraid that it's going to lower my inhibitions and we'll have to leave the party early? I figured you would like that."
After seeing the chestnut Omegas looks and snarky attitude in action, Bokuto was certain that the boy had everything he needed in his arsenal to fully domesticate Hajime. His teammate was oozing a desire to mate, something he never thought possible of the snarky Alpha. Hajime had always been the most wild of their group-- especially when it came to fucking Omegas on their weekends out. Come to think of it...had Hajime slept with anyone during their night out the past weekend? Bokuto wasn't so sure anymore.
"What do you mean lower your inhibitions," Hajime questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion. "You'll get sloppy?"
Jesus, Hajime was so blind to what his Omega was insinuating-- Bokuto had to intervene. He had to poke a bit of fun at his friend's idiocy. How could he not?
"Hajime," he barked, taking a swig of his beer as he strode over to the pair. "It's fucking common knowledge that alcohol makes Omegas horny."
"Right," the chestnut Omega asserted, jerking a thumb in his direction. "What the owl haired one said."
Hajime paused for a moment, eyes darting between Bokuto and the Omega, before a knowing smirk flickered across his face. "Okay, yeah, drink more then. You want another one? I'll go get one if you want?"
If Hajime's shift in personality wasn't abundantly clear to Bokuto before, it certainly was now. Sure, his teammate definitely still retained his sex-drive, but the guy seemed...happier. Suddenly, he only had eyes for the slender Omega at his side and Bokuto could tell that the feeling was definitely mutual.
Did he want this kind of relationship with Keiji? Could he even have this kind of relationship with Keiji?
"Oh relax," the chestnut Omega drawled, bumping Hajime in the shoulder. "I was going to sleep with you tonight anyways. AND, if I wasn't, no amount of liquor would have changed that."
Bokuto burst out laughing at the perfectly snappy remark. What kind of Omega was this guy? He mentally pulled out his previous conversation with Tanaka and Hajime at the bar-- the pair had said something about a mouthy Omega...what was his name again? Oikawa! Man, he thought with a sly chuckle, mouthy didn't even cover it. He had never heard an Omega chastise an Alpha so readily before, and he knew that it has nothing to do with their relationship status. There was no doubt in his mind that the chestnut boy was mouthy with everyone, regardless of status. It was almost as if he was an Alpha-- an Alpha with excellent taste in clothing.
"Wow," he exclaimed, directing himself to Oikawa. "How the fuck did you make a turquoise shirt and grey sweatpants look so fashionable?" He finished with wide, yellow eyes-- he was never one to sit on a compliment.
When Hajime let out a low, territorial growl in response to the remark, Bokuto began to take a step back, but found himself stalled in place by a delicate hand on his shoulder.
"Hajime," Oikawa said saltily, patting Bokuto with a reassuring hand. "Learn the difference between a flirtatious remark and a compliment."
Bokuto loved this kid! The snarky Omega liked to see Hajime squirm just as much as he did.
"Yeah, Hajime," he saucily added. "Learn the difference."
"Hey, wait a minute..." Oikawa started, turning to face him with questioning, brown eyes. "You're that Alpha that's been sneaking around with Keiji! I knew that you smelled familiar! Man, you've been on his tail lately, what's that about?" He declared loudly with a toothy grin, pointing a finger into his surprised face.
Oh, shit. He was hoping he could keep his little...experiment with Keiji a secret. At least, until he could figure out what the fuck was going on with his flared up instincts and irritating feelings.
"Oh, reaaaaaaally," Hajime drawled, overly happy to jump onto the interrogate Bokuto train. "Please, tell me more, Oikawa."
"Yeah! haven't you smelled him on our Omega love child?"
"Come to think of it...I have. What have you been doing, Bokuto?"
"Eyeing our precious Keiji~~"
"Sneaking around with an Omega~~"
"Definitely sneaking!"
"Like some Omega burglar~"
"Holy shit," Bokuto exclaimed, throwing his hands up dramatically into the air. "Are you guys mated already? Jesus christ. You sound like a married couple...or a creepy pair of twins. I want to punch you both in the face."
"How rude~~" Oikawa exclaimed, placing a delicate hand over his heart, feigning hurt feelings.
"Oikawa, don't mind, don't mind. He's just projecting to protect his self image," Hajime said, flashing a knowing smirk at the owl Alpha. "I'm the one who taught him that particular technique."
"You know who else does that?" Oikawa elaborated, taking a small sip of his orange drink. "Keiji!"
"Wow," Hajime cackled, nearly spilling his amber beer on the hardwood. "A perfect match! When's the wedding?"
Bokuto rolled his eyes and tried to shake away his internal irritation-- he did not like the route the conversation had taken and he could feel a pout setting in.
As if sensing his souring mood, Hajime gave him a playful get out of your funk shove. "Why don't you just talk to him?"
It wasn't like Bokuto didn't want to talk to Keiji. He had been dreaming about the icy Omega all week and, more than once, he had felt a strange, creeping feeling of emptiness twist inside his gut. It was a feeling that he had begun to associate with the absence of an appealing metallic scent. When it came to Keiji, he found himself baffled. He never had any trouble talking to people before, especially to Omegas, but something about the snarky Omega made him very nervous-- so nervous that he was certain that he was going to vomit any time they engaged in conversation. And...it was only getting worse.
"Does he make you nervous or something?" Hajime pushed on and Bokuto looked down as his glass of beer, giving away his feelings.
"Oh, don't worry!" Oikawa sang, giving him another friendly pat on the back. "You're not alone in that!"
Bokuto was glad for the chestnut Omega's tranquil scent. It was almost as mild as Keiji's, but he still found himself wishing that it smelled of cold metal instead of the ocean.
"He even makes me nervous with his serious face and nonchalant attitude!" Oikawa continued with a sing song laugh that visibly melting Hajime. "I swear he had a heart deep down, under all that attitude, though."
"Iffffff..." Hajime faltered, clearing his throat-- instincts influenced by Oikawa's sudden burst of scent. "If you would just talk to him, this would all be sorted out by now."
Oikawa gave his Alpha a skeptical look that could cut through platinum. "Oh really? And how long did it take for you to confess your feelings for me~~"
Bokuto released a not-so-subtle snicker. At least he wasn't the only Alpha around here who found himself stumped when it came to the flock.
"Shut up, Oikawa. You didn't say anything either," Hajime huffed back, tearing his gaze away as he took another sip of his dwindling beer.
"It's the Alpha's job to ask the Omega out~~" Oikawa rattled off flirtatiously, jumping onto Hajime's unsuspecting form.
"You're buying into a stereotype! You're so two-faced. You always give me shit for treating you like an Omega!" Hajime retorted, palming Oikawa playfully in the face. "You can't say that kind of shit!"
The chesnut boy smiled, then kissed Hajime sweetly on the cheek. "This is true~~ Bokuto, why don't you talk to Daichi or Kuroo about this? They're more sensitive about this kinda stuff than this lug," he suggested, jerking a thumb at the grumbling Alpha in his arms.
"Yeah, I guess I could..." Bokuto said quietly, losing himself to his thoughts.
Daichi would never give him shit for his complicated feelings-- that's just not how the captain was. Plus, Kuroo had the longest standing relationship out of their group. Maybe it would be a good idea to talk to them.
"Hey, even Hajime went to Daichi for advice about me!" Oikawa chimed in once more, making up Bokuto's mind for him.
He would try to gather up the courage to talk to Keiji of his own accord, and if that failed, he would get some recon from his two Alpha teammates.
"OIKAWA! DO YOU EVER CLOSE YOUR MOUTH!" Hajime yelled, grabbing his Omega by the shirt and shaking him none too playfully. "YOU'RE SUCH A PEST!"
"You know that I don't~~" Oikawa chirped back, his limp form flopping around in Hajime's grip. "You love it!"
Bokuto burst out laughing at their affair. Oikawa definitely brought the best out of his Alpha friend. He wanted something like that, too.
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