Untitled Part 25
Chapter Twenty Five: Silver and Blue
Bokuto~
Bokuto sat back in the red chair, sensing the fragrances that Keiji was exuding from the backyard. Some, like his calm metallic scent, were glorious to inhale, while others, such as his anxious frustration, left Bokuto in fleeting states of sheer panic. When at long last the icy Omega's scent wafted towards the house, mild and exhausted, Bokuto snapped forward on the chair cushions to glance at the back door. He needed to talk Keiji. He had no choice...not after everything that had happened.
He watched as the icy Omega shuffled across the oak floorboards, then plopped himself down on the blue couch-- resting his head against the a green blanket draped over the back. The cut underneath his eye came into Bokuto's line of sight, illuminated by the grey light of the front windows. The abrasion was irritated and the pale skin surrounding it had turned into a deep purple. It looked much worse than when he had last seen it at the hospital. He physically cringed away, immensely unhappy that the boy had been injured on his watch.
What kind of Alpha was he if he couldn't even manage to protect a single Omega...his Omega.
"So..." Keiji said quietly, resting his head further back to look up at the white ceiling.
"How's your eye?" Bokuto interjected in question as he ground his teeth together to qualm his self-hatred.
"It's fine. It'll heal. It's not your fault, so get over it already," the icy boy stated plainly. His cobalt eyes had fluttered closed, but Bokuto could tell by scent that he was still keenly alert.
"It's my fau--"
"Shut up. It's not your fault," Keiji snapped, rolling his head towards him to eye him down with cold, tired eyes. "If you keep bringing it up, I'm going to lose my fucking mind. Drop it."
Bokuto visibly winced from the sudden rush of Keiji's aggravated scent. While his broken nose certainly lessened the intensity, it was not nearly enough to block it out entirely. He forced himself to relax and released his internal frustration, as per the Omega's sharp orders. However, he was not about to forget his rage. He was going to use it as fuel to protect the icy boy at all times from then onward.
"I'm sorry..." Keiji resigned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm just really tired. I'm not purposely laying into you. I swear."
Bokuto shrugged, then shifted in the red chair to catch the pale Omega's gaze. He smirked-- doing his best to indicate that there was no harm done.
"No, you're right. I need to let it go," he agreed before rising to his feet to move over to the blue couch. "But, I kinda wanted to talk to you about something. I think it's...important?" He faltered, pleased with his decision to switch spots.
Much better. The red chair was so uncomfortable. So that's why nobody ever sits in it...
"I bet I can guess what you want to say," Keiji drawled, smirking up at ceiling in such a candid manner that Bokuto's heart fluttered to life.
He leaned in and flicked the icy Omega on the temple, happy that the laceration was no longer visible from his new position. "Shut up. Let me say it. You Omegas and your stupid mind reading," he growled playfully, pleased with the cheerful tone of their chat. The last twenty four hours had been a nightmare of pensive, melancholy conversations.
"Fine, fineeeeee," Keiji droned, lifting his head to scratch into his black hair from behind. "You have the floor."
"Well...uh..." Bokuto began, looking down at his hands in his lap. "After everything that happened yesterday...no...even before that. Well...what I mean to say is...what I want to say...I was wondering if you would let me court you!" He stuttered out, ending his choppy train of thought in an explosion of anxiety. He felt like he had just run an emotional marathon
Keiji burst out laughing, keeled over into his own lap in a quivering mess of hiccups. Bokuto couldn't stop from pouting at the Omega's response...so cruel.
"Sorry, sorry!" The icy boy cried, wiping a tear of laughter from under his damaged eye. "But court me? Seriously? Who says that? How old are ye?"
"Fuck you, okay. I just poured my heart out to you and-"
"Oh hardly! All you said was that you wanted to court-" Keiji faltered, devolving into another fit of snickers. "I can't even say it!"
"Date you, then. Jesus christ. Would you stop laughing?!" Bokuto growled, pushing the slender boy over into the couch pillows.
When the laughter continued in full, he abruptly shifted his weight, pinning the coy Omega beneath him. The humorous atmosphere slowly diffused and Keiji glanced up at him with gunmetal blue eyes. Bokuto lightly inhaled the concentrated air around them and butterflies shot through his stomach at the subtle hints of metallic arousal twirling around the air. His cock stiffened against his light jeans and a deep, throaty growl escaped his lips.
Keiji was acting overly liberal with his scent...not even caring to reign it in. Was it because he was too exhausted to manage it? Or was it because he wanted it to be smelled...
He reached down to gingerly sweep a black hair from the boy's slender face, doing his best to ignore the damaged cheek.
"I don't mind," Keiji whispered up at him, blasting him with another overture of arousal.
Their faces were closing the distance between them and it was taking everything Bokuto had to keep his Alpha instincts at bay-- locked away in the back of his mind.
"Don't mind what?" He growled, unwittingly allowing his scent to sexually charge the air.
Keiji's metallic fragrance replied, unhinging itself to burst forth in an unapologetic slew of desire. Bokuto was nearly knocked back off of the couch by its intensity. Suddenly, smelling the icy Omega was no longer enough for him-- no matter how deeply he inhaled, he still wanted more. Needed more. Much more.
"Dating you. I wouldn't mind it..." Keiji whispered in reply as he raked his eyes down the lines of Bokuto's angular, bruised face.
When his icy gaze landed on his lips, Bokuto could no longer hold himself back-- he was too exhausted to even try. He leaned down against the Omega's narrow chest and trailed their lips together, then kissed him fiercely. Keiji momentarily hesitated against him, but returned the gesture in full, grasping into the silver hair behind his head with fervor.
Bokuto pushed his tongue further, playfully licking inside the Keiji's wet mouth. He actively ignored the sharp pain in his nose as it pushed his face deeper. He wanted to be closer. He needed to be closer. Needed to consume the cold, metallic scent...or he was going to die.
"Oh shit," he abruptly growled after a few minutes of unchecked pleasure, jerking away from the slender boy-- panting underneath his muscular chest with foggy, aroused eyes.
"What...?" Keiji whispered, wiping the glistening spit from his pink lips with the back of his hand.
"I..." Bokuto started and sat back on the Omega's narrow hips, careful to not put his full weight down. He needed to get some distance between them or he was going to lose himself completely. "I...uh...we can't continue. Yeah...we can't continue."
"Why not?" Keiji asked with a subtle smirk, sensually biting his swollen lip. "Is there a problem?"
Bokuto ignored another hot pulse from his cock at the innocently sexual gesture. He wanted to show the Omega what real biting looked like...
He wanted to lay his claim, mark Keiji with his own scent and embed it into his soft skin with his teeth.
"I'm too tired to keep myself under control," he grumbled, closing his eyes to massage his temples and shut out his racing thoughts.
His instinctual mind was devolving face, leaving behind nothing but basic, primal thoughts. Claim him. Mine. My Omega. He shuddered, then frantically shook his head to blow away the provoking messages.
Visualize...dinosaurs...yeah...that'll do the trick! Dinosaurs roaming around in a field. Eating...grass...trees...branches...sticks...other...uh...dinosaurs...
"Fair enough," he heard Keiji reply in his typical, matter-of-fact tone. "We're both too injured to fuck right now, anyways."
Bokuto's yellow eyes shot open and his arousal flooded back at full force, pooling in his aching nether region. What the fuck did he just say?
"Yes, Bokuto. I want to sleep with you," the icy boy asserted with a classic eye roll-- as if he had read Bokuto's internal thoughts.
"Okay, what is up with you guys doing that?!" Bokuto exclaimed. He was growing tired of the Omegas just plucking the thoughts from his brain-- like taking candy from a baby.
"What? What's up with what...?"
"Knowing what I'm thinking...you guys do it all the time. It's driving me insane. You guys can't read minds, right? I feel like they would've taught us that in school, at the very least."
Keiji laughed and lazily propped up his head with his arms. "No, but I guess we do something similar. I don't know. We're just really good at putting an emotional scent to a specific thought based on...the context of the situation? It's not like we can actually read your mind or anything."
Bokuto huffed out a sigh of relief. He didn't want anyone hearing the shit he was thinking...especially right now. Having Keiji's small hips pinned beneath him, freely inhaling the subtle hints of his innate desire left Bokuto imaging some pretty nasty things.
"I want to go back to what you said before," he growled huskily, leaning onto the small figure beneath him once more. Placing his bruised forearms over Keiji's head, he held his lips mere inches away from the Omega's own.
"About us fucking?" Keiji whispered. His hot breath enticingly sweet-- metallic and lustful.
"Yeah..." Bokuto replied with a throaty rumble, brushing the boy's soft lips.
This time, he knew to slow things down-- he needed to retain his self-control. When Keiji moved forward to return the full kiss, Bokuto pulled back, just out of reach, and gently held the boy back with a gentle hand around his neck.
"I don't want to fuck yet...not today..." He whispered, sliding his tongue over the edge of the Omega's ear, receiving a quiet whimper in response.
"Then stop doing...that..." Keiji panted out, but trailed off as Bokuto sucked at the soft skin along his scent glands.
It took everything Bokuto had, every ounce of internal strength he maintained, to not bite down on the fragrant spot. Keiji's aroused scent had become so pronounced that it was consuming him-- blurring his thoughts together in a frosted mess of desire.
"I want to scent you..." He growled, nipping along Keiji's collarbones. "I don't want you to smell like anyone else. No one else. Only me ."
Keiji groaned and pushed his hips upwards, rocking them against Bokuto's aching cock. "There is...an...empty room upstairs...on the third floor..." He slurred out. His blue eyes were still vividly bright, but unfocused from innate lust.
That was all Bokuto needed to hear. He pushed himself up with flexed biceps and gently pulled the icy boy up against his chest. The next instant, he was walking briskly towards the stairwell, unleashing wave after wave of sexual hunger into the air around them.
Keiji's lithe body felt fragile in his arms. His self-assured personality always made him seem strong and capable, and he certainly was, but Bokuto couldn't believe that someone so small had been able to throw off an Alpha.
That someone so small was willing to throw themselves at an Alpha in the first place.
"It's that one..." Keiji nodded in a hushed tone as they rounded the third flight of steps, gesturing to an open door on the left.
Bokuto turned sideways, sliding their figures into the dark room, then gingerly shut the door behind him with his foot. He didn't want to wake up the other Omegas who were nesting across the hallway-- they needed to regain their strength.
As he glanced around the small space, he softly plopped Keiji down on the floor in front of him. It was small, but comfortable. Plain white walls, slightly marked up from the previous inhabitants, and a queen sized bed with cream sheets and comforters. He gave a slight nod of approval, then yanked his dirty shirt over his head, careful to not brush his sore nose. Tossing the crumpled fabric on the black dress near the door, he turned on his heels and flinched back-- startled by Keiji's stunned figure, staring into his soul with cobalt eyes.
"Oh...sorry...I just sort of assumed..." He said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
Had he made the situation uncomfortable? Had he fucked up already?
"You're so bruised..." Keiji whispered, putting Bokuto's spiraling thoughts to rest. He took a small step forward and reached out with delicate fingers to touch a damaged shoulder.
"I fell on it when that fucker bowled into me," Bokuto snarled out with contempt before physically melting into Keiji's careful touch.
He didn't want to think about the intruding Alphas. Not right now. Not while the Omega he had been dreaming about for days was caressing his skin with gentle, slender fingers...drowning him in a cold sea of ice.
Keiji ran a hand up his bruised shoulder, then down his bicep, sending shivers of anticipation down to his toes. More. More. He subconsciously reached forward to the Omega's grass stained shirt and gingerly pulled it up. The room was lacking in natural light, but there was just enough for him to admire the boy's slender figure in the shadows. He felt his breath increase, flooding his body with instinctual adrenaline-- he wanted to touch the Keiji's pale skin. Feel it rub up against his own. Wind him up so every inch of his body was sticky with pheromones and sweat.
When the Keiji reached down for the buttons of his jeans, he stiffened, stressed that they were taking things too fast.
"Your fingers are in splints..." The Omega answered his internal thoughts again as he unbuttoned the jeans with ease and pulled down the zipper.
Bokuto shimmied out of his constricting pants, leaving on his black briefs, then watched with renewed arousal as the icy Omega did the same. His lithe body shivered, reacting to the cool air of the room, and he quickly turned to crawl into the white bed.
"Are you coming?" Bokuto heard the sly Omega mumble out from the puffed up comforter.
He most certainly was. He casually slid between the sheets, joining Keiji in the dark confines they provided. Underneath the bedding, the sensual, metallic fragrance was trapped-- plummeting his mind into a jumbled mess of sexualized thoughts. He moved to shuffle closer, stopping as an uncomfortable object jutted into his back.
"Oh!" Keiji whispered loudly, snatching his phone out from underneath Bokuto's back. The darkness under the covers lit up as he tapped the the device.
He's looking for an update, Bokuto surmised with a sudden pang of grief, on Oikawa.
After a few moments, Keiji sighed and clicked off the device and shoved it under his pillow with a huff. "I'm waiting to hear from Suga about Oikawa. It's on full sound, so if I get a call, or a text, or anything, it'll wake me up."
When the an upset scent began to sour the air, Bokuto pulled Keiji's small body against his own, cradling him against his broad chest.
"He's going to be okay. He's stronger than anyone I know..." Keiji whispered to reassure himself, relaxing into his solid form.
"Yeah. He's tougher than any Alpha I've ever met," Bokuto added truthfully, leaning forward to smell the Omega's black hair.
"Mmm...yeah. He is."
Without another word, Bokuto began to happily scent Keiji. He didn't have the energy to lessen the heaviness of his throbbing cock. So, he sent out a silent prayer that the Omega didn't mind the feeling of it against the small of his back.
"This is nice..." Keiji whispered after a few silent minutes, gently rubbing his head against Bokuto's scent glands.
It was nice. It was very nice. It was unlike anything Bokuto had ever experienced. Daichi had been right, Omegas were like a drug. Well...Keiji was...his scent was absolutely intoxicating. In fact, Bokuto was actually thankful for his clogged sinuses-- they were helping to keep his instincts under wraps.
Adjusting his arms underneath Keiji's ribs, he slid his hands down to the boy's narrow hips, happy to explore his soft body by touch. He caressed an undamaged hand down a hairless leg and back across Keiji's bare chest, accidentally brushing up against the Omega's briefs as he did so. Keiji let out a soft whimper, then nestled his back into Bokuto's chest, rolling his hips back in a sensual motion.
Bokuto wanted to fuck him. Needed to. Had to.
"I'm sorry..." He growled into Keiji's hair, clamping his eyes shut. He needed to calm himself down. He was going to fuck the boy, he was going to, but not right now. Not until the stress of Oikawa's absence was mitigated and his nose was better healed.
He steadied his mind, then wrapped his arms protectively around the Omega and inhaled the metallic smelling hair once more-- pleased to find that his own scent was beginning to set into the dark locks. After a few minutes of sheer bliss, he felt Keiji relax in his arms and his breathing slowed, indicating that he had fallen into a well-deserved sleep. Not long after, Bokuto succumbed to his own exhaustion, dreaming of ice.
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