Untitled Part 3
Chapter Three: Unwanted Ties
Daichi~
Daichi did his best to lay Suga down in his bathtub as gently as possible, but he was shaking so profusely from his rage that he struggled to complete the task right away. The silver boy was barely conscious and he wanted nothing more than to take the frail boy to an Omega hospital. However, after their previous conversation, he knew that Suga would be turned away at the door. While he was very injured, especially by Daichi's standards, his mental injuries outweighed the physical ones...and those weren't as treatable. Plus, something told Daichi that he would be furious if he was taken to the hospital without his expressed consent. The Omega liked his freedom-- he was almost too self-reliant for his own good.
Daichi internally scuffled with his emotions as he gently bathed Suga in warm water, checking over his naked body for injuries and willing the scent of the disgusting Alphas away. The Omega had a lot of bruises, a few scrapes and scratches, and a whole mess of mental scars. He hated that the beautiful, slender body was covered in such violent injuries, and he hated himself even more for allowing it to happen in the first place.
Once he felt that Suga's boby was sufficiently clean, Daichi slipped the boy into a pair of his own black sweatpants and pulled a white undershirt over the silver head. Then, he gingerly tucked the Omega into the dark sheets of his bed and walked over to his window, cracking it open to freshen the air of the room. He wanted nothing more than to smell Suga's delicious scent-- to smell that the he was okay.
Daichi shuffled out of his own bloody clothes, opting for sweatpants and a black shirt. Crawling into the expansive bed, he cradled the Omega into the contours of his body and scented his light hair. Suga felt so fragile against his chest-- the monsters had touched him against his will, violated him roughly, and made him feel anxious and afraid...made him feel worthless. At that thought, his protective instincts flared up once more, fully taking control of his actions. He didn't care if Suga hated him for the scenting him...not after what had happened. At the very least, in doing it, the the boy would be a little more safe, even if it was just for the night. It certainly didn't afford as much protection as sleeping with him would, and it was nowhere near what mating could do, but it would be safe enough. For now. Until Suga allowed him to claim lay his claim, Daichi wasn't planning on letting the Omega out of his sight.
"Daichi," Suga's soft call yanked him from him terrible thoughts and he had to stop himself from abruptly bolting up to check over the boy again. Luckily, he had enough logical control to remember Oikawa's lectures on the effectiveness of calming scents. So, he did his best to relax himself and willed his smell to exhibit a mild-mannered protection, over-played with a soothing fragrance.
"Suga, I'm so sorr-" He began, whispering in a guilt-ridden tone before being sharply cut off.
"Don't"
"But, I wasn't there."
"You were there. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here right now. It's as simple as that." Daichi felt Suga lightly sniff the air against his chest and he internally panicked. "You scented me..." The silver boy whispered from beneath the covers.
He felt guilty. He had to do it. It wasn't an option. There was no choice.
"It's...nice."
At the quiet affirmation, Daichi's heart swelled to an absurd size and Suga began to purr lightly against his throat. His actions had been redeemed. It was a small victory, he still would never forgive himself for what had happened earlier, but at the very least, Suga didn't hate him. For now, that was enough.
"Good," he whispered, rubbing Suga's petite back in small circles-- he had seen the boy do it many times to his nestmates. "Because it's going to be happening from now on."
When he felt the Omega lightly tremble with laughter against his body, he held on tighter-- worried that if he let go, even for a moment, the Omega would slip away from him forever. Indeed, he almost had. As Suga's breathing slowed against his neck, Daichi vowed to never let him out of his sight again. It was a vow of complete protection.
***
Daichi was thrown awake in a panic when the small Omega wrapped in his arms began began thrashing about violently against his chest.
"No-NO-please-!" Suga cried out, bolting upright in the large bed with wide eyes, startling him from sleep. "NO!"
"Suga, Suga, it was just a dream, you're safe," he pleaded, holding the sobbing Omega to his chest, feeling pang after pang of panic wash over him.
From what he could tell, Suga was awake. Maybe it's a panic attack? He willed himself to project a tranquil scent, anything to help the situation, but the Omega was releasing such a powerful coat of fear-- it was thickly souring the air of the small room and he couldn't keep up with its sheer intensity. The smell was becoming nearly unbearable for him, but it was not as unbearable as seeing his Omega in such a violent state of duress. The only thing worse, was the creeping feeling that was settling itself into his bones, telling him that there was nothing he could do to calm the boy down. As the unnerving feeling struck home, he lost himself to absolute panic. He needed help, and there were many people in the house that could provide it. Now wasn't the time for him to be selfish, it was clear that his presence was only making Suga's upset worse.
He quickly flipped through the archives of his mind, searching for the right person. Oikawa. Oikawa would know what to do. He scrambled out to reach for his cell phone, charging on his bedside table, and prayed that the other Omega would pick up at such a late hour.
"Daichiii, why are you waking me up from my beauty sleep?" Came Oikawa's yawning answer on the other end of the line.
"Oikawa. Suga. Hurt. Help."
It was all Daichi could manage, his protective instincts had fully taken over, making his words choppy and irrational. His Omega was hurt, and there was nothing he could do about it.
Oikawa~
Oikawa pushed into Daichi's room, instantly analyzing in the scene before him with all of his senses. He didn't care that his normally quaffed hair was a mess, or about the dark bags under his eyes, every single fiber of his being was focused on Suga. Was he okay? What had happened? The moment he saw the state of his noble, Omega friend, he realized that the silver haired boy was having a night terror. They were fairly common among Omegas, trauma was their bread and butter, after all. He internally cursed himself for not warning the Alphas about it earlier-- because of that, Daichi was in his own fit of Alpha rage, battling his flaring instincts from the sour scent of fear.
"Move, Daichi," Oikawa said in a stern, yet concerned tone, but the Alpha didn't make a move from his position-- his muscular arms fixed around the blubbering Suga in his lap. "Daichi, I need you to listen to me so Suga can get better, okay? Please try to listen through your instincts. You need to move. I need you to do this so I can help Suga."
After a few nasty snarls, Daichi successfully fought through his emotional state and gingerly detached himself from the silver Omega, scenting the boy before rising to his feet near the bed. Oikawa immediately crawled over dark sheets of the king sized mattress and positioned himself against the back headboard behind the sweaty, silver haired Omega. Then, he gingerly laid Suga against his own chest and wrapped his long legs around the boy's tiny waist. Daichi's gaze burned into him from his bristling position near the door, but he tuned it out. His nestmate was all that mattered.
As he began to rock back and forth, swaying Suga's tense body with his own, he sang softy. "You are safe. You are loved. Suga baby, please wake up. It's your friend, Oikawa. No one is going to hurt you." After a few minutes, he felt Suga begin to melt into the words, slowly but surely calming down in his embrace. "Suga, I love you. No one will hurt you, my beautiful baby," he continued on, singing and rocking, all while projecting a massively tranquil scent.
While things went smoothly for nearly ten minutes, he was startled from his task when a low and possessive growl erupted from Daichi's throat. He stopped singing but continued swaying his body, looking over to the Alpha near the door. He slightly stiffened under Suga's dead weight when he realized that the captain was losing the struggle to control himself-- quickly devolving into a possessive, feral state.
He had overestimated the reach of Daichi's Alpha control.
"Daichi, I need you to calm down. Your scent is not helping Suga right now," he stated calmly, keeping the fear that was seeping into his heart from reaching his voice.
The Alpha growled again, this time much louder, and took a confident step forward. His domineering scent was crippling, alerting Oikawa that he was falling prey to a violent mood of possessive instinct. A mood that would not hesitate to slice clean through him to get to Suga.
"Daichi, listen to me. I know that I sometimes give off an Alpha vibe, but I'm an Omega. Remember Daichi, I am an Omega. I am not trying to take away Suga from you. You know this, Daichi. You called me, remember? To help."
When Daichi took another confident step forward, he readied his frightened nerves. He knew that the captain wanted nothing more than to defend Suga, but if he wasn't in control of himself, he would attack anything and everything near the silver Omega- including him. Oikawa adjusted his unconscious nestmate against his chest and readied himself for combat, but the door behind Daichi suddenly opened and Hajime's figure entered the dim room. He watched the yawning Alpha in stunned silence as the man briefly took in the situation, then grabbed the snarling captain by the collar of his shirt and roughly pulled him from the room.
Oikawa took in a deep breath, lucky, lucky, he thought to himself before resuming his task, rocking and singing his Omega friend out of his night terror.
Hajime~
Hajime wasn't sure what had woken him up from his much needed slumber. He glanced over at his clock on his bedside table-- 2:33 am...why the fuck was he awake? He let out a frustrated groan and turned over on his mattress, willing his body to fall back to sleep, but after a few minutes of battling an irritating instinct, festering deep inside his chest, he rolled the covers off. He pulled on some black sweatpants to cover his naked body, and exited into the dark hallway, unsure of where exactly he was going.
As he approached Daichi's room, near the stairs to the main floor, his nose was struck with a series of powerful scents. Suga's sweet fragrance, wildly distressed. Daichi's, protective and angry. And another...he paused for a moment near the top of the stairwell, trying to ascertain what it was. The unknown scent was overwhelmed by the other ones, but he could slightly pick up on its subtle tones...Oikawa? It was calm and oceanic, but held a hint of...fear. Before Hajime could even consciously command his body to move, he had already entered Daichi's room.
The room's owner stood bristling in front of him, ready to pounce on the frightened, yet resolute, figure of Oikawa-- perched on the dark bed with his long, beautiful legs wrapped around a very agitated Suga. It took Hajime a mere millisecond to ascertain just who exactly needed to be removed from the situation. He grabbed Daichi roughly by the collar of his shirt and dragged him into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
The captain attempted to struggle against him, but Hajime could tell that he was doing his best to fight against his frantic instincts. Hajime dragged the upset Alpha down the stairs, out the front door, and planted him down on the stairs on the porch, then plopped down beside him. They sat in silence for a few minutes, letting the cool night air wash over them as Daichi's overactive and aggressive scent began to dissipate.
Hajime chuckled under his breath, hearing Oikawa's advice penetrate his tired mind-- separate them before one of their scents goes unchecked! He was annoying, but the Omega definitely knew his shit.
"Fuck," Daichi said at last in exasperation and placed his head against his bent knees. "How did I let myself get like that? I couldn't control anything. Fuck."
"Eh, you are an Alpha. Shit happens. Don't worry about it, nobody got hurt," Hajime replied lazily, stifling a deep yawn. He glanced over at Daichi-- his Alpha friend was visibly upset with himself...he was ashamed. "Look, Suga wasn't even conscious, so I wouldn't worry about him seeing you in that state."
"Yeah..."
"But Oikawa, man, he's going to hold this shit over your head forever!" Hajime chirped and let out a tired laugh, successfully lightening the damper mood. "God help you."
Daichi gave his own, tentative chuckle at the notion. "I'm the one who called him, you know. I asked him for help, and he gave me it, no questions asked. And I couldn't even control myself enough to let him do what needed to be done. Even when I saw that he was actually calming Suga down...the thoughts just twisted up inside my head. He was calming Suga when I couldn't. I hated it. I still hate it."
Hajime yawned again and rose to his feet to stretch his aching back. "Sometimes, the feeling of safety that an Omega needs can't really be provided by an Alpha. Not even one that they're mated with. That's why it's important to make sure they aren't isolated from their own kind," he recited over his shoulder to the hunched captain. "Shittykawa tip number eight."
"Man, the guy knows everything. It's kind of impressive," Daichi confessed, throwing his head back in awe. "And he can fight just as well as I can..."
Hajime nodded, ignoring his desire to growl at Oikawa's tendency to put himself in danger. "I know. Fucking Omegas are smarter than we are, and we're the ones who have all the good schooling and professions."
"Pretty fucking backwards. I didn't know it was like this. It's...wrong."
"Yeah..." Hajime agreed, tapering off the word with a deep sigh. "I'm gonna grab some coffee, you want anything?"
"No...thanks."
Hajime shrugged at the captain's answer and moved inside to grab some sustenance-- anything to keep his tired eyes awake for a little longer.
Oikawa~
After about an hour, Oikawa was finally confident that Suga had fallen into a restful sleep that would last the night. He gingerly tucked the Omega into the navy covers and made his way down the stairs, pleased to see that Hajime had successfully brought Daichi back to his senses. The two Alphas were melted into the couch, watching quiet infomercials on the quiet television. As he approached, the captain hastily rose to his feet, likely noticing his presence by scent.
"Is Suga okay?" He questioned quietly, panic lacing the rings of his dark eyes.
"He's fine. He's sleeping. It was a night terror. Tomorrow, you're gonna get an entire lesson about them, from me. For now, you should go back up stairs and go to bed. I think he'll sleep through the night this time."
Daichi physically relaxed at the response and quickly made his way towards the stairs. Before continuing to the second floor, he promptly stopped, put a large hand on the Oikawa's narrow shoulder, and lightly squeezed. "I'm so sorry, Oikawa. Really. I fucked up tonight."
"Heeeeeeeeey, don't sweat it, big guy. I know how you Alphas can get," Oikawa replied nonchalantly, flashing a tired smile. He already knew that Daichi was truly horrified by his own actions, there was no need to chastise him any further. "But, don't let it happen again, though," he tersely added, all signs of humor lost from his tone.
Daichi nodded in understanding, then pushed forward, making his way up the stairs and disappearing in the dark hallway. Oikawa sighed and rubbed the back of his head, turning his attention to Hajime. "Not how I pictured my night."
"You're telling me," the remaining Alpha replied with a salty tone, lazily clicking through the channels.
Oikawa wandered over to the couch and plopped himself next to the grumpy man. He wanted to thank him, but he didn't want to give the snarky Alpha the satisfaction-- it would just go to his head. Although, him showing up was quite the stroke of luck, he thought to himself, how and why did he even intervene in the first place? Oikawa didn't have the energy to piece together an answer. Instead, he glanced over to the tired Alpha at his side. He hated to admit it, but Hajime was an attractive man. More than once, he had caught his thoughts wandering around him...wondering what it would be like to be scented... or even fucked by him. Sometimes, it took everything he had to shove them away to the deep recesses of his mind, and it was growing more difficult with each passing day.
Hajime~
Hajime was too tired to ignore the fragrance of sea salt and fresh laundry that was radiating out from Oikawa's position next to him on the turquoise couch. He silently praised himself for staying, mostly, calm earlier, despite the overwhelming scents of Suga, Daichi, and Oikawa. He had always taken pride in being in control of his Alpha instincts, however, he knew that this time, he had no right to be all that pleased with himself. He had succumbed to an immense feeling of dread the moment he smelled Oikawa's distress in the hallway-- it was the only reason he had intervened in the ordeal at all. It wasn't the same fearful instinct he had felt when Suga and Nishinoya had come home scraped and bruised, nor was it the same as when he had run after Daichi to find Suga. It was something else..something more personal.
He glanced over to the Omega and was startled to see beautiful, brown eyes staring back at him. "You look tired," Oikawa chirped, playfully bumping him in the shoulder.
"I am tired," he quipped back, ignoring the pleasant feeling that the brief physical contact had spurred within him. "I had to save your helpless ass and babysit a crybaby Alpha for the last hour."
"I was not helpless. I had everything under control."
Hajime wished he could believe the coy words. Oikawa had more than proven that he could handle himself, but it didn't make him feel any better. At the end of the day, the slender boy was still an Omega-- still vulnerable from of his heat cycle and his scent.
"Yeah sure," he drawled sarcastically, his eyes fixed on the television as a distraction. "I'm sure you could've thrown Suga over your shoulder and taken Daichi out. No problem. Easy."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Hajime~~" Oikawa retorted, once again making it abundantly clear that his self autonomy was very important to him-- that it was not something to be joked about.
"Whatever," Hajime conceded with a gentle shrug. It was all he could manage as a response. He was so exhausted and Oikawa's scent was all-consuming. He wished that he had the energy to fight against it, but he was too drained. The fragrance made him want to drown in it while fucking the boy into the soft couch cushions.
"Why were you awake?" Oikawa unexpectedly interjected, catching him off guard with the question.
"What?"
"It's not like you. Your sleep schedule is impeccable. Eleven to nine, every night without fail."
Hajime's heart jumped-- Oikawa had been paying him enough attention to know his sleep schedule. "I was...thirsty. Smelled the conflict, thought I'd check it out," he lied-- something that was becoming a common occurrence for him recently. Especially when it came to Oikawa.
"Huh," the chestnut Omega huffed in resignation before rising up from the couch. "Well, I'm going to get my beauty sleep. Rest well Mr. Alpha~~" He yawned lazily, gave Hajime an audacious wink, and started towards the stairs.
Hajime listened intently as the Omega made his way up to his nest on the third floor. After he was certain that he was alone again, he sniffed the air and sighed. The enticing scent of ocean waves was dissipating into nothing. He continued enjoying the fragrance until it was all but gone, then shook his head to come back to his senses. What the fuck was he doing? He needed to regain control over his eager instincts. Oikawa was not his type, not by a long shot. The boy was too wily, too self-assured, and definitely not submissive enough for his tastes.
He hiked himself up from the couch, not even bothering to turn off the television, and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Tomorrow, he would form a plan to end his irritating instincts once and for all.
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