Untitled Part 27
Chapter Twenty Seven: Domestic Affairs
Suga~
When Suga at last arrived home, the sun was quickly setting on the final day of the weekend. There was no chance of him attending school the following morning, if everything went as planned, Oikawa would be released in the afternoon and he was definitely going to be there to pick him up from the hospital.
He granted Miyo a tired wave as he watched her drive off down the sunset tinted neighborhood, then turned on his heels towards the front walkway of the yellow house. Very few lights were on-- Keiji must have put in some good work, getting everyone to rest their tired minds.
As he entered the oaken entryway, he was hit with a familiar smell. Not of anyone or anything in particular just...home. It comforted his exhausted mind. He briskly scanned the main floor, finding it vacant, then kicked off his shoes and rounded the stairs to check on his flock.
Hiking up to the third floor, he quietly tiptoed down the dark hallway and opened the door to the tea green room. After his eyes had adjusted to the dim lighting, he noticed four figures in a pile of messy cuddles on the padded floor near the curtained bay windows. A small smile flickered across his lips-- relieved that they were all safe and sleeping soundly. However...where was Keiji?
He furrowed his brows at the thought and lightly sniffed the air, following Keiji's lazy scent back out into the hallway. Yuji's overzealous fragrance was definitely hunkered down in the vacant room across from the nest and Bokuto was behind the door to the left...ah...with Keiji. He sniffed once more, filling his nostrils with his nestmate's unusually pronounced scent-- whirling around with a sort of melancholy joy. It was content and satiated, something he had never smelled on Keiji before that moment.
Nothing like a tragedy to bring people together...
After he had confirmed the safety of his flock, Suga took a few moments to debate his own predicament. Should he nest with his fellow Omega housemates...no. After seeing them sleeping so soundly, he decided that it would be best not to disturb them. Or, at least, that was the lie he tried to tell himself. In reality, nesting wasn't what he needed...or wanted.
Resigning himself to his desires, Suga descended the stairs, stepping onto the second floor, careful not to make a sound on the creaky floorboards. As he neared Daichi's room, his stomach skittered to life with butterflies. He could smell the captain's frustrated scent, ripe with worry over his absence-- prominent even in his unconscious state of sleep.
Reaching forward to turn the brass door knob, Suga entered the familiar room, finding himself excited at the prospect of being reunited with the dark Alpha. Something inside of him, deep down in a place he rarely explored, he noticed that a large piece of his soul was...missing. He felt empty and exposed without Daichi's caring scent flickering around him-- warming him with its it's open honesty. The captain had never held his feelings back from his scent, Suga knew that better than anyone. It was a vulnerability that both enticed him, and toyed with his nerves. He knew that Daichi was growing frustrated with his lack of verbal commitment, and, after everything that had happened over the last seventy eight hours, he owed it to the captain to confess his fears of their growing relationship.
He just wasn't sure what he wanted to say, not quite yet. All he knew was that he never wanted to have a mate.
Daichi~
Daichi was having a rather unpleasant dream, one filled with blood and Alpha swine, when a familiar scent stirred his conscious mind from its hibernation. Suga. He sat up in an instant, glancing towards the door at the Omega-- his pale skin illuminated by the early moon, peeking through his open window. The silver boy flashed him a faint smile.
He looked so exhausted...forlorn...and...dejected.
Daichi gathered his half naked form up from the bed and swiftly crossed the room. Without a word, he gingerly scooped up Suga and cradled him against his broad chest-- heart bursting with liquid warmth from the physical contact with his Omega.
"I missed you..." He whispered, inhaling into the boy's hair-- upset to find that a multitude of unpleasant fragrances had worked their way into the silver locks.
"Mmm..." Suga purred in response and curled up in his arms like a cat, relaxing into his embrace.
The Omega's sweet scent washed over him, weak from exhaustion, yet effective in comforting the deep recesses of his soul. He gently lowered Suga to the edge of the bed, unzipped the boy's grey hoodie, and pulled up the shirt beneath it. As he shuffled the silver Omega out of his clothing, Daichi grazed his lips over the smooth skin of his shoulder and across his fragile collar bones. Suga purred at the affection, melting down into the covers beneath his seated figure in contentment.
"Daichi..." He murmured as Daichi nuzzled into his neck, inhaling his scent glands with vivid satisfaction.
"Yeah..."
"Bokuto is with Keiji..."
"Mmm...nothing like a tragedy to bring people together." When he felt Suga stiffen at his words, he moved back to gaze at him in question. "What's wrong, did I--"
"Oh," the silver haired boy interjected, lightly shaking his head as a shy smile crept across his face. "I swear that I was thinking the same thing a few minutes ago..."
"Well, it's true," Daichi softly affirmed, rolling onto the mattress to bury himself in the sheets. "You coming to bed?"
"Yeah..." Suga replied with furrowed brows as he tucked himself in next to Daichi's large figure. "But, it's strange, isn't it?"
Daichi knew that tone. It meant that the nosy Omega had come up with a new hypothesis, something that might help them solve the puzzle of their weird, hybrid pack. "What is?" He pushed forward, running a large hand up the smooth skin of Suga's thigh. "Strange that Bokuto managed to actually charm someone into liking him?"
"No!" Suga softly exclaimed with a sly giggle. "Well, yes, but no. That's not what I was thinking of. Listen, you and I took, what, two weeks to partner up-"
"What are the timeline specifics here, because-"
"Okay, between admitting attraction to ourselves and to each other. Does that make sense?"
"Mmm," Daichi pondered out loud, rolling his neck on its axis. "Sure, two weeks sounds right, then."
Suga shuffled under the blankets and sighed. "So, two weeks for us. I'd say, about a week and a half for Hajime and Oikawa? For sure one week for Keiji and Bokuto. And now...we've got Yuji and Yachi on a two day timeline," he rattled off, his hazel eyes shining with the unchecked curiosity Daichi so loved to admire. "The relationships are...accelerating. Aren't they? Like some sort of domino effect..."
"While I do agree that the theory is a good start...Yamaguchi doesn't fit into it. Right? Neither does Shoyo."
"What do you mean?"
"Tsukishima has had feelings for the kid for at least a week now, and vise versa. I can smell it, especially at practice when he's less careful with his scent. But neither of them have done shit about it."
"Mmm," Suga murmured, huffing out a bit of frustrated air, upset that his theory was debunked so readily. "Well that throws that out the window...Shoyo and Tobio are in a similar boat I guess."
Daichi smiled, grazing his hand higher to grab onto the Omega's narrow hips. "Keep thinking. You've got more ideas on this whole, messed up pack thing than I do..." He whispered, gracefully pulling the boy against his body under the navy covers. "And you're smarter than me, that's for sure."
"Mmm," Suga conceded, curling into Daichi's chest. "We...should have a big dinner when Oikawa comes home," he piped up again after a few moments of pleasant silence, purring as Daichi scented into his hair.
Daichi loved the idea. When he received Keiji's text earlier that afternoon, he had been absolutely overjoyed that the chestnut boy had pulled through. Oikawa was, without a doubt, the toughest boy he had ever met in his life-- Alpha or otherwise. In fact, if Daichi himself had retained the same facial wounds, he would have been openly dejected for days. Weeks, even.
"I agree...a celebration...one that won't be interrupted like the last time."
"Mmm..." Suga sighed, his breathing growing shallow as he succumbed to his exhaustion.
A party. A proper one this time. One for Oikawa...and for their strange pack, Daichi thought to himself, stirring his thoughts into a dreamless sleep.
Kuroo~~
"I can't believe I slept through the whole thing..." Kuroo heard his Omega whine against his chest. "I had too much to drink. I guess..."
He was thankful his mate had slept through it all. If his Omega had been involved...fuck. He didn't even want to think about what could have happened. It frightened him, and the thought of it left a massive, rotting knot inside of his gut.
"I'm glad you were asleep," he growled at once, squeezing the small boy against his body. "I'm glad."
"I guess..." His Omega breathed against his bare chest before rolling into the sheets beside him.
Kuroo inhaled his mate's scent as it wafted through the air at his movement, then glanced over to the red alarm clock on his bedside table-- 11:00pm. He had slept through the entire day, yet his body, and his mind, still felt entirely drained of life. His fidgeting mate certainly wasn't tired, though. The small boy shimmied up, sitting cross legged with his back against the far wall. He let out an enormous, Kenma-like sigh and by his scent, Kuroo could tell that the he was upset with himself.
Upset that everyone had been hurt while he was passed out drunk.
"Kenma, don't be so grumpy," Kuroo chastised in an exasperated tone, pushing off his warm covers to sit up against the headboard of the bed. "It's not like you could've done anything against those fuckheads. You probably would be just gotten hurt."
He would have just gotten hurt. At that honest statement, Kuroo balled the sheets in his fists at his sides. If the intruders had so much as looked at his mate, he would have annihilated them from existence.
"I know..." Kenma replied and softly hit the back of his head against the hard plaster behind him. "I dunno. I'm just upset. I guess...seeing everyone's injuries at the hospital...even your hands..." He continued in whisper, running his delicate fingers over Kuroo's bruised knuckles-- white from his tense thoughts. "I hate it...it's so stupid."
"Why don't you come back over here and go to sleep," Kuroo growled in half command, his instincts growing restless from his spiraling thoughts. They were becoming more and more distressed with each passing second.
Kenma's safety...he wanted the Omega to get his ass back into his arms. He needed to scent him again, and again. And then again.
"I'm not tired," Kenma lazily replied and gingerly pulled away from Kuroo's light grip. "I've been asleep for almost twenty hours...why would I crawl back into bed now...? That doesn't make any sense."
"Because I want you to."
"No."
Kenma looked up with intense, cat-like eyes and Kuroo matched his gaze, accepting the nonverbal challenge. After an intense stare down, his Omega slowly moved towards him, much to his relief. But the elation of his victory was shattered as his mate reached past him with cat-like grace, yellow eyes fixed on his video game that was resting on the bedside table.
What a sneaky little bastard...
Kuroo unleashed a throaty rumble of irritation and grabbed the tiny boy by his waist, pulling him into his broad chest with ease.
"Kuroo!" The Omega whined, struggling in his lap. "You can sleep by yourself...it's not going to kill you!"
"Who said anything about sleeping," Kuroo snarled into the boy's ear, his instincts roaring about his mind with unchecked ferocity.
Exhaustion had depleted his ability to suppress his Alpha inhibitions. His vivid thoughts, images of Kenma being touched by the intruders, unleashed his dominance in full force. He wanted to fuck his mate, he needed to. Needed to smell his own scent on the boy's pale skin. In his hair. Inside of him. Everywhere. Kenma was his.
"If we fuck...then I'll fall asleep and you can play your shitty game," he growled, eyes dark with primal lust.
"My game isn't shitty, and you can't use coercion against me..." Kenma chirped back, granting him a lazy, sly wink. "That's cheating..."
"It's only coercion if you don't want to fuck," Kuroo rumbled back, happily scenting the boy's dyed blonde hair along his neck.
"Who says I do..." Kenma huffed in challenge, unhappily crossing his arms against his chest, eyes still fixed on his console resting on the table.
In an instant, Kuroo flipped smaller boy onto the mattress and pinned him on his back, snarling into his face with white teeth. The more his Omega resisted his advances, the more aggressive his instincts became. They needed Kenma to have his scent. Needed it above all else.
"I can smell your arousal," he whispered in threat, licking up his Omega's scent glands to taste the honest desire embedded within them. "You're a terrible liar, Kenma..."
His mate sunk down into the navy covers, releasing a fragrance of embarrassment that made his cock harden against the boy's thigh. "At least I'm not a horndog...your scent is way worse than mine..." Kenma whispered and averted his gaze to the side, coyly exposing his glands.
No matter how sheepish his mate pretended to be, Kuroo knew that it was all an act. Kenma was always watching, always listening. Human interactions were a game of chess to him-- a way for him to maneuver the pieces and get the outcome he desired. Kuroo had to keep his wits about him, or he would lose in a heartbeat.
"Yeah, it's because I'm thinking about fucking you. I don't want anyone else to touch you. Not. Ever." Kuroo growled softly into Kenma's ear, receiving a soft whimper in return. "You are mine."
He needed to knot into his mate to protect him. Protect him against disgusting, uncivilized Alphas with his own dominant scent. Protect him against those who would hurt him. In that moment, he didn't care if Kenma didn't understand the nature of his intense desire. He would do everything in his power to defend the boy, and the yellow house Omegas-- defend them all against the world. Even if he had to be...a little aggressive.
Kenma~
"Yeah...because I'm thinking about fucking you." Kuroo growled softly into his ear and he let out an instinctual whimper, influenced by his mate's domineering scent.
Kuroo was unleashing such a raw, sexual fragrance that Kenma couldn't help himself from shivering back into the navy covers. His Alpha was definitely in an aggressive mood...likely brought on by the earlier events-- replaying them in his mind, like an idiot.
After drawing the simple conclusion, he realized that he had two options. Submit and have sex or give the rooster a bit of a fight...rile him up more...make things a little more interesting. His yellow gaze flickered up at Kuroo's dark eyes, option two, he thought to himself with a sly smirk. Rile him up.
He swiftly rolled to his side, squeezed between the Alpha and the mattress, and clamored to his feet on the hardwood. Then, he turned on his heels to face his mate and readied himself for retaliation, but the man remained in his position-- holding himself up with his hands and knees on the navy covers. He suppressed another instinctual whine as his Alpha slowly rolled his head towards him, meeting his gaze with a feral intensity that had his shivering with anticipation. His heart began to pound in his chest.
His Alpha was going to absolutely dominate him. His eyes were predatory-- ready to take what he desired.
He watched on with growing arousal as Kuroo rose from the bed and stood at full height, aggression pouring off his muscular body in droves of temptation. Kenma subconsciously took a few steps back, anxiously awaiting his Alpha's next move, curious as to what it would be.
The rooster made his way towards him at an agonizingly slow pace, stalking him like a panther. He began to back away further before ramming his lower back against his computer desk, slightly flinching as a cup of pencils scattered to the ground at the impact. "Kuroo..." He whispered in hesitation, unsure of what his mate was planning, but nonetheless excited with the prospect.
No response. Feral silence.
Kuroo continued to move towards him, finally stopping just inches away from his quivering figure. He looked up at the man with his yellow eyes, pleading for mercy, yet wanting to be taken-- though, he would never admit it. His Alpha was massive compared to his petite frame. Over a foot taller and nearly a hundred pounds heavier. On the few occasions when Kuroo had been in a similar mood of instinctual aggression, Kenma had been bruised-- sore for days afterwards from their fucking. Yet, he had never cared about his aching body. The sex had always been incredible-- definitely worth the side effects.
"Kuroo...?" He whispered again, straining his neck to look up at his tall mate.
"Trying to get away..." His Alpha growled down at him in a threatening tone that sent tingles down to his toes. "Did you think that would work. Did you think you could slip away...play your shitty game...?"
Kenma looked down at his feet and smirked, victory was near. He was more than willing to play Kuroo's little game of verbal cat and mouse. "It did work. I got away," he coyly remarked, happy to fuel the Alpha's primal fire.
Kuroo snapped at the cheeky words. He roughly grabbed Kenma by the hips, spun him around, and bent him over the computer desk, pushing his face into the surface of his laptop. His Alpha held him in place with a large hand between his shoulder blades while the other clamored at the band of his black sweatpants.
"No. It didn't work work," the rooster snarled from behind him, shoving the fabric down to expose his sex to the cold air of the room.
Kenma whimpered into the metal laptop as the dominant Alpha scent overwhelmed his senses, prompting him to naturally rock his hips back in desire. When his mate eagerly jammed two fingers inside his open hole, feeling around at his walls, he tried to move his body against them. He needed more. Needed to be filled, but the rooster pulled away, leaving him upset and empty. He whined out in complaint, receiving a hard spank in return. The impact had him yelping out in pain and he grabbed at the back edges of his desk to steady himself, halfheartedly struggling against the wood surface.
He had been with his Alpha since he was sixteen. They had been childhood friends and their fathers were close since their high school years. In fact, Kenma counted himself lucky that he had met Kuroo at such a young age-- with the Alpha's unwitting protection he had been able to bypass the heartbreaking abuse that most Omegas went through during their formative years. While the two had developed feelings for each other at a young age, Kuroo had been adamant that they not mate until eighteen. Until then, the rooster boy had kept a close eye on him to prevent other Alphas from touching him. Admittedly, it had been an adjustment for them when they entered University, but Kuroo eventually accepted that his mated scent was enough to defend his Omega against unwanted sexual advances. A realization for which Kenma was grateful, he valued his alone time.
While he loved sleeping with Kuroo, eight years of sexual relations had prompted them to recently...try a few new things to spice things up in the bedroom. He had realized early on that Kuroo enjoyed dominating him in bed, a trait that was fairly common among Alphas. Kenma had enjoyed the spanking the first time they tried it, nearly a year ago, but it was his Alpha's pleasure in the action that made him absolutely willing to participate. They didn't utilize it often, most of the time, vanilla sex was more than enough, and they had never done it when Kuroo was in such an aggressive mood. Kenma was both nervous and aroused with the prospect. He was ready to be submissive and more than ready for the pain.
Kuroo slid a large hand up his spine and grabbed his hair, jerking his head back with force. "Taunting me. Climbing over me with your ass up in the air. All to get your shitty game..." His Alpha leaned into his back to whisper in his ear, biting at the lobe. "I think that deserves a punishment. Don't you?"
Kenma knew it wasn't a question. He increased his grip on the back edges of the desk, waiting patiently for whatever was to come. When Kuroo released the painful grip on his hair, he looked ahead at the wall and readied himself for punishment.
"You are such a naughty Omega," his mate snarled, his throat rumbling in a near constant loop of ferocity. "Ten. You'll take ten."
Kenma furiously nodded in understanding, then whimpered as his mate trailed a finger down his spine and across his exposed sex. He could feel his juices dripping down his shaking legs-- waiting to receive the spanks had always been most arousing part for him. Kuroo would spread them out, rile him up with his touch, then suddenly pull away and slap his cheeks.
"Look how wet you are...waiting to be spanked. You like it, don't you?" His Alpha snarled, commanding an answer as he gently caressed Kenma's sopping inner thigh.
"Yes..." Kenma shamefully replied, his cheeks flushing a deep crimson as he pushed his stomach into the desk to arch further into the air.
In an instant, Kuroo hit his left cheek and he cried out, lowering his hips away from the source of the pain. His Alpha roughly grabbed them and raised his ass once more, slapping the same cheek once again, with more force. Tears pooled in his eyes, but he felt his small cock twitch in anticipation, trapped against the wood desk beneath him.
"Keep you slutty ass raised. Lower it again, and I'll add more. Is that clear?" Kuroo barked down at him, holding his hips with a grip that would bruise.
Kenma furiously nodded with a quiet sniff and arched into the desk once more, raising up in understanding. He felt his Alpha lightly caress his sore cheek and stiffened as the man knelt down down behind him. Suddenly, Kuroo's tongue trailed over his moist sex and he gasped out, his body flooding with a hot blaze of abrupt arousal. His mind glazed over, responding to his Alpha's teasing, and he lost control of his inhibitions-- subconsciously lowering his hips to grant his mate better access.
"What did I just say," Kuroo snarled out in warning and grated Kenma with another hard slap that flushed red against his cheek.
Kuroo reached forward, grabbing around the front of his neck and pulled him up against his large body. Pushing down on the center on his back, the rooster arched him away, leaving him to hold a contorted position-- standing on the tips of his toes as he craned his neck forward.
"Stick out your ass," his mate commanded in his ear and he complied, arching forward until his spine began to ache in discomfort.
He took in a deep breath of anticipation, feeling his Alpha increase the grip on his neck and move a large hand over his swollen ass. A series of hard and brutal slaps lashed out, far more than ten, but he didn't move an inch. He kept his ass presented through the entire ordeal. Even when he was whimpering, quivering in pain, his cock remained hard and his sex oozed out clear liquid, dripping down his thighs and onto the hardwood floor below. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the spanking stopped.
"Good. Boy." Kuroo snarled into his ear, drooling spit on the soft skin of his pale shoulder-- eyes fully darkened with feral lust.
Kenma shivered at the rumbling words and fought against an overwhelming instinct to present himself...he hadn't been told that he could move yet.
"Gooooood. Omega," the rooster cooed again, jerking Kenma's head to the side to expose his scent glands. When his mate bit down onto them, drawing blood, he whimpered and grew limp in Kuroo's strong arms.
"Alpha, please..." He gasped as his mate licked at his bloody skin. He needed to be filled. Now. "Alpha..."
Kuroo ungracefully shoved three fingers inside his wet sex to sate his hot desire and continued to nip at his swollen scent glands. He tried to roll his aching hips back onto the digits, but they were too narrow. They weren't nearly enough to stop his body from burning up in arousal.
"Pleaaase," he pleaded again, more loudly than before, trying to pull out of his mate's strong grasp to present himself.
After a few minutes of unbent agony, Kuroo finally released him. He rushed to kick out of the sweatpants, pooled around his ankles, and scrambled down on the cold floor. Then, he bowed forward on his knees, forcing his sex into the air as high as he could manage. His cheeks screamed in pain as they spread apart, but he didn't care. It only heightened his lust for his mate.
When he heard Kuroo shuffle out of his briefs behind him, he shook his hips and mewled loudly, wanting his Alpha to hurry. After receiving another hard slap for his impatience, his mate lined up his swollen cock to penetrate. Kenma let out a series of quivering whimpers as Kuroo buried large fingers in the pale flesh of his hips and thrust deep inside of him. As the full length pushed inside, he gasped out in satisfied ecstasy. He loved feeling full from his Alpha's member. It was as if he was floating through space and time-- the large invader rubbing against his sensitive walls, the hands bruising his hips-- every motion from his mate was entrancing. His eyes glossed over and he moaned softly, jerking forward with each heavy thrust from behind.
"I. Love. You," Kuroo snarled at once, pinning his stomach against the hardwood to push his swollen cock further inside Kenma's quivering sex.
Then, the rooster rocked his hips downward, more gracefully than his previous thrusts, and began to gingerly kiss along the back of Kenma's neck. The sudden change in pace, from furious aggression to gentleness, left Kenma's small cock twitching in an orgasm. He cried out as he spilled his cum underneath his stomach, smearing it across his pale flesh and the hardwood as Kuroo began to knot, laying full weight down against his small body.
"MINE." Kuroo growled into his ear. The protective scent that accompanied the possessive words pooled a warmth inside Kenma's abdomen, prompting him to orgasm once more.
As he spasmed beneath his Alpha's strong figure, his mate lovingly kissed down the trail of his spine and pushed out an overbearing, possessive fragrance that blanketed their forms with its power. When Kuroo at last burst his seed inside him, Kenma realized, once again, that he loved his caring Alpha with every fiber of his being.
He could never imagine life without him.
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