Untitled Part 30
Chapter Thirty: Instinctual Desire
Daichi~
Sitting next to Suga, nestled into the plush couch beside his Omega, had Daichi in his own, personal heaven. While the unpleasant event a few nights past had left many physical scars, it failed to destroy the semblance of peace they had worked to hard to build in their yellow house. In fact, it seemed to have amplified it, not hindered it.
Bokuto's nose was still packed with cotton padding, but the swelling had gone down immensely and he had successfully earned a spot in their odd, hybrid pack-- now that he and Keiji had done the deed. Tobio's arm was, admittedly , in near ruins, but this morning he was in unusually pleasant mood, especially towards Shoyo. The two boys were loudly playing volleyball in the backyard under the early afternoon sun. Well, Daichi thought to himself with a sly chuckle, Shoyo was playing, Tobio was more...coaching...aggressively coaching -- the only way he knew how to show affection.
"Hey..." Suga chimed in softly with a bump to Daichi's shoulder, indicating behind them with a jerk of his head. "Look..."
Daichi craned his neck back over the edge of the couch, gazing at the upside down scene. Yuji was beaming, not his usual, quirky up-to-no-good smile, but a genuine, playful schoolgirl grin. At his side, Yachi was vigorously chatting at his side, something about pancakes and chocolate chips.
"Smell..." Suga commanded softly, a small smirk plastered on his slender face. "Can you smell the difference?"
Daichi hesitantly sniffed the air, then rolled his neck back to glance at the silver Omega beside him. "Wow, quick work," he replied, raising a knowing eyebrow. "You okay with that?"
"Mmm," Suga pondered, eyes fixed on the images playing on the television in front of them. "Yeah, I'm fine with it."
"Oh?"
"What do you mean, oh? They have my blessing."
"Were you not worrying about this just a few hours ago? Something about...the domino effect?"
"That was then. This is now."
"Annnnd the difference is?"
"Daichi!" Suga exclaimed, playfully smacking him on the shoulder with wide, honey coloured eyes. "Stop hassling me!"
"I'm just saying..." He asserted with a smug grin, clicking the remote to forward through the commercials. "I like to know what's going on in that giant brain of yours."
"Well," Suga said softly, leaning his silver head down on Daichi's broad shoulder. "That was before I saw how... happy they are. Yachi and Keiji, I mean. Plus, I'm not their mom. They can do what they want."
" You . You're not their mom? I'm sorry, but what world are you living in?" Daichi exclaimed, jabbing Suga in the kidney.
"Fine. As I said, they have my blessing. You've been a good reference for those Alphas, you're right, they're good guys," the silver Omega giggled, hastily pushing away his prying hands. "Would you stop it?! We have to plan for tonight!"
"Oh," he said at once, the thought of Oikawa banishing all happy thoughts from his skull. "Yeah...is he for sure getting released tonight?"
"Mmm, so they say. I want to throw another party. We need a do-over, don't you think?"
Daichi's brows furrowed at the prospect, unhappy with the idea of another get together so soon-- before he had even had a chance to beef up their security. However, he thought to himself with a small sigh, it was important to Suga. It was important to all of them, a show of their strength and solidarity as a group.
"I can tell you're not happy about it," Suga interjected his train of thought, his voice melancholy. "But, Oikawa deserves this. We all do. We just have to be extra careful this time...we'll get double the booze, so no one leave the house!"
"Yeah, yeah," Daichi replied, running a large hand over the back of his neck. "I know, and you're right, Oikawa does deserve it...but, do you think he and Hajime will fucking talk? I mean, I don't know what exactly happened, but even I can tell that Hajime's upset about a whole lot more than just the injury..."
"God," Suga said with an exasperated sigh and sunk down into the turquoise cushions, blowing a silver hair out of his face. "I hope so. Oikawa is...not good at dealing with his feelings, or his past..."
"Well, that makes two of them, then."
"Yeah, maybe we can give them a little push?"
"How about a giant shove?"
"You know what," Suga asserted with a beautiful laugh that coating Daichi's insides with liquid honey. "Whatever works. Maybe, we can just lock them in a room together with some food and water until it all gets sorted? That would do the trick!"
"Mmm," Daichi murmured, leaning in to kiss the silver Omega's soft lips. "Now go get your organization on, you're practically vibrating with excitement."
"I like planning things."
"Oh," Daichi replied, playfully rolling his eyes. "I am well aware."
Ukai~
It had taken Ukai two hours, two hours of pacing, teeth grinding, and growling, to finally regain a grasp on his instincts. By the time he had returned to the hospital, looking for Miyo, he was irritated to find out, from the good-hearted Binky, that she had gone home to gather a few things before picking up Oikawa-- one of them being a shower. How could she just leave, he thought to himself, clenching his fists on his steering wheel as he sped down the block towards her brown bungalow, was she completely oblivious to her dire situation? Sonny was...lurking around, and he had threatened her, threatened her!
Hastily pulling up to the curb, he pushed out of his car and slammed the door behind him, sniffing the air for even the slightest hint of her exmate. Not in the area, he thought as he strode up the familiar cobblestone walkway past the rows of white daisies, good.
Stopping himself in front of the solid oak door, he knocked heavily on the wood, shifting on his feet in agitation. When it swung open, revealing a freshly bathed Miyo, unharmed, in a green bathrobe, he let himself relax... slightly.
"Oh," the raven Omega exclaimed, furrowing her brows in confusion. "Ukai, I thought we were meeting at the hospital?"
"We were. You weren't there," he replied, liquid hostility snaking its way into his tone. "So, now I'm here."
"I can see that," Miyo nodded with a subtle laugh that swirled her mixed scent into the air around them. "Do you want to come in?"
"Sure."
"Ooooooookay. Come on in, Mr. Pensive."
Ukai strode past her, ignoring the quip, and entered the warm home-- focusing all of his attention on sifting through the air for any sign of her ex. Again, he was pleased to find nothing, aside from lingering remains of her mated scent. The warped fragrance in the house riled up his instincts, coiling them around inside his gut like a pit of venomous snakes.
"Are you okay?" He barked at once, turning to face the startled Omega closing the door.
"Um, yes? Are you okay?" Miyo replied, her emerald eyes a foggy mix of empathetic worry. "You seem...upset..."
"I'm fine," he snapped, wincing slightly at the mindless rage behind his words.
He wasn't mad at her. He was...mad at the situation, at his feelings, at his instincts. At everything.
"Are you still agitated from...the stuff that happened?"
Unwilling to even say her exmate's name...purposefully dancing around the subject. He didn't like it. Not at all. He was a straightforward man.
"I hate the smell of him," he growled, eyes darkening with feral instinct. "I fucking hate it. He threatened you, Miyo. For christ's sakes, and you just leave the hospital, unprotected?!"
"Un--unprotected?!" Miyo exclaimed, her shoulders bristling with new anger. "Excuse me? I've been dealing with him just fine on my own, years before you came around. Don't try and pull that shit--"
" Fuck , Miyo, just stop. You don't--"
"I don't what?! I don't know how to handle an Alpha? Because I'm a weak little Ome--"
"That's not what I mean and you know it. Don't you understand that--"
"What I understand , professor, is that my relationship with Sonny , is none of your busin--"
"Yes, it is!" Ukai snarled, taking a large step forward as Miyo backed herself against the heavy oak door. "You have no idea how fucking crazy he makes me. I smell him on you. His fucking scent...it tarnishes yours! I can't...I just...it makes me want to..." He continued as he slammed a large fist into the wall next to him, rattling the pictures hanging near the impact.
His muscles tensed up against his shoulders, burning with a crisp intensity that sliced up through his neck and into his skull. He didn't ask to feel this way, he didn't choose it. His instincts, in all their humor, were responsible-- he was merely a passenger, a bystander.
Only, that wasn't the truth. He knew it. His conscious mind loved her, too.
Miyo~
"Yes, it is!" Ukai growled and slammed a large fist into the wall, nearly breaking plaster. "You have no idea how fucking crazy he makes me. I smell him on you. His fucking scent tarnishes yours! I can't...I just...it makes me want to..."
Miyo was nearly blown back by his sudden hostile scent, coiling into the air with vengeful fury.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, suddenly ashamed by his words. "Really..."
She was... disgusted with herself, extremely unhappy that she smelled... so terrible to him-- so terrible that he couldn't even manage to be around her.
"Fuck!" The blonde Alpha snarled over his shoulder, hitting a large fist into the wall once more. "Don't fucking apologize. It's not your fault. I know I shouldn't be involved, but if that piece of garbage comes near you again, I'll...I'll slice his fucking throat."
She had never seen Ukai so violent before. He was easy going, almost too relaxed, not an angry Alpha, a slave to his instincts. The furious man before her, his bristling shoulders and white knuckles, was both terrifying and comforting. His scent was weaving into the warm around around her, leaving heavy traces of protection, dominance, and vengeance, all equally prominent in their own right. Why, she thought to herself as she shrank back against the front door behind her, why did she have to meet him now. Why not before Sonny-- or, better yet, why had she been stupid enough to mate with her ex in the first place?
"I'll...handle it, Ukai. I'll deal with him so you don't have to keep getting involved," she said as gently as she could and moved forward, hesitantly touching the Alpha's stiff shoulder.
She was ashamed, ashamed that she had forced him into her mess. Forced him into such an upsetting situation.
Ukai whipped around at her soft touch, harshly grabbing her delicate write in his calloused hands. "Keep getting involved?! I've been fucking involved since the moment I first smelled you!" He snarled into her face as he backed her into the door once more, exuding a powerful fury that blanketed their forms. "I'm losing my fucking mind, Miyo. I've been losing it for a long time now. Every time, every fucking time I smell him on you...thinking about the two of you together...imagining the shit he's done to you..." He growled out, inches from her pale face, drooling spit onto the tiled floor. "I want to tear his stomach out. Spill his guts...All. Over. The. Pavement."
With her back forced against the hard oak surface and her wrist held above her head with a grip that would bruise, she felt herself seep out a quiet scent of fear. His eyes...Ukai's eyes...and his scent...he was mere moments away from devolving into an unchecked, feral rage.
"I'm sorry..." She whispered, averting her gaze down to her small feet-- unsure of the true source of his anger. "I didn't...I didn't mean to get you involved in this. It was unprofessional of me. I can handle it, on my own, you know I can. I don't want my scent to keep bothering--"
"STOP FUCKING SAYING THAT!" Ukai snapped, pushing her chin up to gaze into her eyes-- his own a flurry of confusing emotions, darkened by his instincts. "What about this do you not underst--"
"What am I supposed to understand?" Miyo interjected, her voice quivering from confusion, yet rising with renewed anger. "MY very scent upsets you? So fuck off, then. I can handle my--"
"It's NOT you! It's him . It's his FUCKING smell that--"
"And there's NOTHING I can do about it! I'm sorry, but if you think--"
"I WANT to be INVOLVED, MIYO. I want his FUCKING scent off of you!" Ukai snarled, leaning his chest into her own, his face stiff with resentment. "I know there's nothing you can do, but there's something we can do. Something I can do."
Miyo shivered against his hard body, doing her best not to wince away from his intense gaze. He wanted Sonny's scent gone...wanted to replace it with...his own? The sudden prospect gripped her heart with a warm embrace, but she quickly squashed the joyous feeling. He was insane, he had gone mad, the ordeal would be too painful for him. How could she ever accept, or ask, of something so horrible.
"You don't know what you're saying," she pleaded with wide eyes, not wanting him to make a rash decision, not while he was in such a feral state. Sleeping with her, it would make him sick, and mating with her would be levels worse. She had heard the horror stories, she had done the research, he hadn't. "Do you even understand how hard it would be to--"
"Stop," Ukai interjected, his tone softening to a low growl that pooled down in her nether regions as he leaned closer, soft lips inches from her own.
"You're not in your right mind," she whispered, feeling her knees slowly turn to jelly as his domineering scent curled around her.
"Miyo, stop," the Alpha reiterated gently, grazing his lips over her cheek. "Just stop, please."
His tone was gentle, apologetic, even. Miyo's skin bubbled over in goosebumps of affectionate arousal. She wanted him, granted, she had wanted him for a long while, but it had never been possible. Even now...it wasn't.
Ukai's throat rumbled as he pushed against her mouth in a hasty kiss that momentarily stunned her. After a few minutes of euphoric exploring, she snapped back and gently pushed against his chest, ready to talk him out of it.
Ukai~
"You don't know what you're saying," Miyo pleaded to him, meeting his gaze with sad, emerald eyes.
Yes he did.
"Do you know how hard it will be to--"
Ukai was sick of her selfless complaints. Her fragrance had devolved into a frightened, anxious mess and he hated it, almost as much as the mated scent. The closer her got to her, the more physical contact he had with her delicate frame, the more she smelled of Sonny. He banished the sickening fragrance from his nostrils and leaned in to kiss her soft lips, promising himself that he would pull back if she didn't return the gesture. He just needed her to stop talking, needed to show her just how serious he was about mating with her. She was so caring, almost to a fault, and he absolutely loved that about her. However, in this instance, he needed her to shut it off-- to stop caring about his own well-being more than her own happiness, if only for a moment.
As he explored her mouth, a small voice called out from the deepest recesses of his mind-- maybe, she doesn't want you at all. That may be true, he pondered with irritation, shoving the fleeting thought away, but he wasn't going to sit on his feelings any longer. Not after Sonny's threat, not after his team and her flock had been so violently attacked.
Miyo's natural fragrance was intoxicating, a powerful and addictive drug that warmed his tense muscles, melting them into a relaxed state. Sonny, the venomous scent snaked into his nostrils once more, pooling bile in his throat. Why? Each time he went in to get his fix, he was blown back by a hostile, vomit inducing scent of possession. The more it had happened, the more he desired to replace it-- and this moment was no exception. He needed to smell her, and only her.
The raven Omega hesitated, gently shoving against his chest with slender hands, then conceded, covering his mouth with passion. He smiled against her lips, overjoyed that his affections weren't misplaced, then returned the gesture with renewed desire. As they tangled against each other, he grabbed her free wrist and pinned it with the other above above her head.
"Ukai..." She panted into his blonde hair as he nibbled up her ear, throat rumbling with arousal-- and nausea. "I don't want you to feel like you have to do this...you...don't have to do this..."
Ukai shushed her and gingerly pushed her harder against the door, grinding his hardening cock against her hip. He pulled her hands up higher against the oak and grazed his lips down her cheek, rolling his tongue along her collar bones-- doing everything in his power to ignore his churning stomach as he neared her scent glands.
"Please...think about how...hard it will be..." Miyo whispered as she sunk into his grasp, growing more and more aroused from his gentle foreplay. "It'll...make you...sick. You'll be...so...ill..."
Ukai groaned as a fresh wave of Sonny's scent hit his senses. Sighing against the pale skin of her chest, he pulled away to his fully height, keeping her wrists pinned above her head with one hand. He needed her to drop it, he had enough on his plate in the form of her exmate, he didn't have the spare energy to give to her interjections. He wished that it wasn't the case, but he had to deal with reality and the most pertinent problem it had placed before him.
"Do you..." He began, his words trailing off as his dark gaze raked over her delicate figure-- taking more than a brief moment to admire her full breasts, rising and falling underneath her disheveled robe. A lustful growl escaped his lips as he forced his gaze back to her forest eyes. "Do you want this. I will stop if you say no," he growled down at her, commanding an answer. "Your call."
It was all or nothing at this point. He knew that jumping into another eternal partnership probably wasn't on the top of her to do list, but she needed to make a decision. He needed her to make a decision, for his own sanity.
"I just don't want you to--"
"Stop thinking about me for once! My mind is made up. I've given it ample thought and I've made my intentions very clear," he snapped, feeling a pang of guilt when she flinched back from his irritated tone. "Do. You. Want. This." He petitioned, softening his tone yet retaining its demanding nature. "What do you want?"
Miyo held his gaze and he inhaled her rainy fragrance, against his better judgement. He would give anything, anything to have it free from the sickening scent of her exmate-- and he was offering her just that.
"I'm going to say yes...for now," she whispered after a few moments of contemplation, averting her gaze to the side as she flushed with embarrassment. "I'm not going to discuss something so life changing with you while you're in this state. It wouldn't be fair..."
Fine. Good enough. For now.
Ukai dropped her wrists and scooped up her weightless figure in his arms. When she instinctively straddled her legs against his hips, he felt his cock pulse against the confines of his jeans. He pushed her back against the wall for support and hurried to push down her bathrobe. When her full breasts pooled into his dark vision, his mind went fully feral and his sexual scent burst out into the air, covering every inch of the dim hallway. He claimed her lips once more, roughly pulling at her small nipples as she whined into his mouth, clawing at his hair. As she rocked her sex against his abdomen, her mated scent seeped out, snaking into the air to join his own Alpha scent-- making him simultaneously rock hard and sick to his stomach.
Ignore the scent. Ignore the scent. He repeated his mantra as he swiftly walked into the living room and planted the raven Omega onto the leather couch, licking at her lips as he did so. He was dying to graze his teeth over her scent glands, taste the soft skin of her neck, but he knew better. Stay away from them, Ukai, stay away, he told his instincts-- in more plead than command. Soon, soon she will be all yours. Patience.
Pulling the the raven haired woman flat against the couch cushions, he tore off his shirt and hastily unbuckled his jeans. Miyo untied the remaining portion of her robe, but he jumped her before she had the chance to push down her lace panties.
"I'm. Sorry," he snarled into her ear, reaching down to graze his fingers over her firm nipples. "I have to be quick. I can't. Handle. His. Scent. Much. Longer."
He would give an arm and a leg to have more time. More time to explore the beautiful Omega, to make her feel unchecked ecstasy, to have her crying out for his touch, for his knot, but his reality prevented it. He couldn't manage his nausea any long, he needed to knot into her, now .
Miyo nodded in understanding, her pale face flushed pink from arousal. He was pleased to see her emerald eyes at least somewhat glassy with desire, but he wished that they were fully clouded-- overtaken by sexual instinct. Soon. Soon, she'll be begging. Soon, the pitiful mated scent will be out of his way.
He reached down to her sex, roughly pulled her panties to the side, and lined himself up to penetrate. Miyo spread her legs in acceptance and he thrust into her, exploding in hot pleasure at her tightness, swallowing his rising vomit. He had crossed a line, being inside her angered her mated scent to such a degree that he felt as if he was being strangled by its intensity. No. No, he was doing this, the scent would fuck right off. She was his.
A series of soft whimpers escaped Miyo's lips as he pushed his full length inside her warm sex. Through his blurry vision, he took a pink nipple between his teeth, trying to distract himself from her mated fragrance. As she clawed at his back, he forced himself to knot, quickly pulling her up into his arms to bit down on her shoulder-- anything to hurry his orgasm. After a few long minutes of intense struggle against the lump of bile in his throat, he exploded his seed inside the raven Omega. He had never been so grateful to come in his entire life.
He slipped his shrinking member out of her sex, pulled the first bit of fabric he could find from the floor to cover it, and stumbled across the room to the open patio door. He needed fresh air. Air without Sonny's scent. Unable to keep his footing, he tripped over the plastic door frame, catching himself on the deck before he fell. He gripped the porch railing to steady himself, then keeled over and dry heaved into the grass below. He needed to vomit, needed his head to stop spinning, needed his instincts to stop coiling around in his mind, screeching their profanities at the mated fragrance.
After a few minutes of gasping for air, he slowly straightened up with an audible groan and shuffled back towards the entrance to the living room, stopping just outside the archway. He didn't want to smell the room, he couldn't-- at this point, even the smallest hint of Sonny's scent would sent his stomach into another fit of churning. Well, he thought to himself with a tired chuckle, he had to admit that mating with an Omega was a sure fire way to keep other Alphas from touching them.
"Are you okay?!" Miyo called over to him, her voice quaking with worry.
"I'm sorry, Miyo. Fuck. Really," he babbled, irritated with his adverse reaction-- hopefully she was smart enough to not take offence. "It's not you. I swear to christ himself, I would give anything to touch you right now. Anything ," he continued with a growl, running a large hand through his blonde hair in frustration. "It's...not as bad as it looks, I swear."
He glanced over to the Omega, hoping that she believed his lie, but she raised a knowing eyebrow at his words. The late afternoon sky shone through the deck windows, brightly illuminating her pale figure, still splayed out on the leather couch. She had pulled a plaid blanket over her naked form, much to his disappointment-- he might not be able to touch her... but he still wanted to look. His kingdom for the ability to hold her, to drown in her rainy, post-sex scent and fall asleep. He couldn't wait until he could take him time with her, look and feel over every inch of her delicate body. Memorize every freckle.
"You're a terrible liar, had anybody ever told you that?" The raven Omega called over, granting him a sweet smile that melting his swollen heart. "But, seriously. Don't apologize, really. Can I get you anything to help? I mean, I could toss you some gravol or...a water bottle?"
"No, no. It's fine. I'll be fine," Ukai asserted, relieved to find his nausea dissipating with each passing breeze. He adjusted the fabric in his hands, his balled up black shirt, against his groin and smirked. "Seriously, don't sweat it. I chose this, remember?"
"Are you sure?" Miyo questioned and sat up against the back couch cushions, adjusting her cover against her pale skin.
He nodded in answer, leaning casually against the patio door frame as he admired her slender legs from afar.
"I have to go and pick up Oikawa in a couple hours, so I'm going to go and get ready. I assume that you're too fucked up to be in the closed confines of my car with me, hey?" Miyo counseled with a small smile, fiddling with the edges of her blanket.
"Fuck, yeah, I don't think I can..." Ukai agreed, trailing off to inhale a gust of summer breeze. "But, I've got some work to do, anyways..."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, I'm building a case against those fuckhead students that attacked our boys, and girl."
"Good. Maybe they'll listen to you..." Miyo said with a nod, staring off to the side as she chewed her swollen lip.
"Me?"
"An Alpha..."
"Oh," Ukai intoned, his gut twisting up with sympathy. "Right..."
"Oh, don't," Miyo scoffed, rising to her feet with poise. "You're a person. I'm a person. One day they'll listen to both of us, as equals."
Yes, yes they will. He was going to personally make sure of that.
"Hey," he called out as the raven Omega turned to leave, flashing her an exaggerated wink. "When's youuuuuuuur heat? I don't want to risk smelling for it..."
"Two days," Mito replied, laughing at his overdone performance of the question. "And we are still going to chat about that," she reiterated, wagging a long painted nail his way. "I haven't forgotten, even after the great lay."
"Yeah, yeah,' Ukai said, grinning at her admission of his ability in bed-- just wait until after we're mated . "I stand by what I said, so, there's not much to talk about."
"Of course," Miyo sighed, but he noticed a small smile flicker over her pink lips. "Well, you have good timing, professor, you almost missed this cycle and then you would've had to wait another month. You would have gone mad."
Ukai was floored. Two days, damn right it was good timing. Finally, some luck at last.
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