Untitled Part 33
Chapter Thirty Three: Complex Love
Daichi~
The moment Keiji descended the stairs with a wry smirk on his angular face, Daichi knew that the conversation between Oikawa and Hajime had gone well.
"What happened?! Did they solve everything?!" Suga asked in a hushed whisper as the blue eyed Omega approached. " Please tell me it did..."
"As well as to be expected," Keiji replied with a deep yawn, taking his unfinished drink back from Bokuto's extended hand. "As sorted as you can get between two emotionally unavailable people."
"Did they smell you?" Suga pushed, quivering slightly with nervous energy. "They didn't, right?"
"Suga, look who you're talking to...have a little faith in me."
"Okay, good. As long as you suppressed your scent then-"
"I did."
"And you made sure to keep quie-"
"I was."
"Suga, it's fine," Daichi interjected, giving the silver Omega a warm embrace from the side to calm his motherly state. "Stop worrying! Everything is fine."
"I knoooooow," Suga replied with a small sigh. "I just don't want to make things worse. Oikawa would kill us if he found out we sent someone to snoop."
"Yeah! It would definitely exacerbate things for sure!" Bokuto chimed in with a wicked grin. "Hajime would slaughter us in our sleep."
Exacerbate? Was the crass owl boy suddenly carrying a dictionary around? Who the hell taught him that word?
"Did I use the word exacerbate correctly?" The owl Alpha asked, directing himself to the blue eyed boy at his side.
"Yes, you did."
Oh , Daichi thought with a sly chuckle, of course it was Keiji's . Their constant studying was clearly paying off...he figured the day would never come where Bokuto actually enjoyed studying.
"WHO IS THE NEXT CHALLENGER!?" Kuroo's deep voice resonated into the air, startling Daichi back from his humorous thoughts. "WHO DARES TO ATTEST FOR OUR THRONE?"
"WE ARE!" Bokuto shouted in reply, dragging a forlorn looking Keiji by the back of the shirt, towards the dining room. "WE'LL TAKE YOU DOWN IN A HEARTBEAT, ROOSTER BOY."
"I don't want to play beer pong," Keiji drawled as he was ushered away against his will. "I'll get too drunk..."
"We can't just let Kuroo and his little cat Omega have the throne, K-bear! Something must be done! Now is the time for action!"
"Stop calling me that..."
"K-bear!"
"Stop."
"K-bear!"
"Stoooooop."
"They're cute," Suga said with a soft giggle before setting his empty glass down near the front door. "I wonder if they'll mate this month..."
He was wondering when Keiji and Bokuto were going to mate? Daichi was wondering when they were going to mate. Wasn't that a more pertinent topic to discuss? Suga had consistently succeeded in keeping the idea out of their conversations, and Daichi was nearing his wits end. He had tried to be patient, but he was quickly reaching a plateau. His instincts needed the silver boy to have more protection than his surface level scent allowed for-- and it was only going to get worse. Their household was resuming their usual class schedules over the next few days and he was certain that he wouldn't be able to control his feral nature while Suga was absent on campus. There were too many threats, too many things that could go wrong.
"Wellllllll," Suga yawmed, granting him with a sweet smile. "I'm going to get a drink, now that I can finally relax. Ya want anything?"
"No, I'm fine, I still have half a beer left."
Say something. Bring it up. Push him to talk about it.
"Okay," the silver boy replied with a cheeky thumbs up. "You sure?"
Say somethingggggg.
"Yeah, I'll be good for a while..."
Goddammit, Daichi.
"Okay, I'll catch you in a bit then, yeah?"
"Sounds good."
Why, why couldn't he bring himself to vocalize his frustrations? What was he so afraid of? He will leave you ...the venomous words trickled into his mind, warping his emotions to their reckless will. No , he thought to himself, shoving the instinctual thoughts away with fury, Suga wasn't going to leave him-- he had more than shown himself as a patient and reliable Alpha...right? The hesitation began to eat away at him, closing around his heart with an icy chillness that riled up his dark thoughts once more. Not good enough...he will leave you...why would he mate with someone like you...you he has shown no indication whatsoever.
"Daichi..." A timid voice penetrated his mind, pulling his focus back to the pleasant reality around him. "Are you okay...?"
Yamaguchi . The freckled boy's face was cast in a deep hue of blue, reflecting down from the hanging lights above them in the entryway.
"Hey, sorry..." Daichi faltered, hurrying to reign in his scent-- frenzied from his internal battle against his instincts. "Yeah, I'm good! I was just thinking about some stuff."
"About Suga?" Yamaguchi questioned quietly, his disposition was less nervous than usual-- alcohol had eased his apprehension.
Daichi was still unused to the Omega ability of guessing thoughts based on a specific scent and context. It made him feel vulnerable, as if his private mind was on display at all times. Should he lie? The household was small, news would travel fast, especially amongst the flock. That was precisely why he had only discussed his frustrations with Suga with his Alpha teammates. He could think of nothing worse than the silver Omega hearing about his agitation through the grapevine of gossip.
"Sorry..." Yamaguchi said softly, his eyes darting nervously to the side. "I shouldn't pry..."
"No," he affirmed, taking a deep breath to steady his frantic mind. "I was, thinking about Suga, I mean."
"Your scent is pouring out again..."
"Fuck," he growled out as he consciously pulled it back once more-- why was it so wily today? "It's been happening more and more, I can't seem to keep my concentration with it," he muttered, more to himself than the freckled boy.
"Makes sense," Yamaguchi asserted with a sudden, unbelievable confidence before taking a long sip from the striped straw in his drink.
Makes sense? What made sense, he thought to himself with furrowed brows, the statement was so matter of fact-- it did nothing but add another layer of confusion to his perception of the freckled boy. Was he truly shy...or just careful in what he said?
"W-what? What makes sense..." He asked in a hushed tone, glancing over the room to ensure that Suga, and all the other nest members, were out of earshot.
"Well..." Yamaguchi began, shuffling from side to side on his feet. "I mean, you and Suga have been together nearly a month, but like, things seem to be accelerated in this house, so..."
So, Daichi pondered as he listened intently to the freckled boy beside him, he and Suga weren't the only ones trying to piece together the strange happenings in the yellow house.
"It's probably fair to say that your month is the equivalent of, say, six months of dating? Most Alphas would have snapped by now."
"Snapped?"
"Like, snapped, you know, lost it."
"Yamaguchi, I need specifics here," Daichi said with a sigh, taking a large swig of his beer. "I'm not following."
"Lost control of their scent when it came to, um, mating," Yamaguchi put forth with a hesitant smile. "Six months is a long time to hold out on it, Alpha instincts grow impatient...I'm sure you know that better than most at this point..."
Yeah, they certainly do, and there was nothing he could do to mitigate them-- aside from actually mating, but he had no guarantee that it was even going to happen.
"Do you love him?" Yamaguchi abruptly asked in a shy tone, the straightforward remark catching Daichi off guard.
"Do I--I?" He stuttered in response, outwardly rattled by the bold question. "Um, yes, I do..."
"Does Suga know that?"
"Yes. I've told him. More than once..."
The freckled boy sighed in response and looked off to his left with a forlorn expression, or perhaps an anxious one, Daichi couldn't tell.
"He had an ex who loved him too, you know," He whispered, his tone challenging Daichi's personal integrity.
"I love him, I'd appreciate it if you didn't associate my feelings with anyone who has harmed him in the past," Daichi growled in half-threat, prompting a small whimper to escape the freckled Omega's throat. "Sorry," he faltered as pangs of discontent radiated out from his gut. "I didn't mean to sound so hostile. I just...I know about the ex, I just don't know any of the details, only that he hurt Suga. And I'm not one to push for information..." He finished sheepishly, praying that Yamaguchi might give him something, anything to help him piece together his Omega's complex mind.
"Mmm," the freckled boy murmured, holding the straw out of his way with a delicate finger to take a sip of his punch. "Yeah, Suga has always been a private person..."
"Private doesn't even begin to cover it~~" A familiar voice interjected, one that Daichi was more than thrilled to here-- for once the shit disturbing Omega was music to his ears, he wouldn't be afraid to entertain a little helpful gossip. "What are you boys gossiping about?"
"N-nothing!" Yamaguchi exclaimed, green eyes wide, unable to hide his shameful scent.
"Liiiiiar~" Oikawa sang, prodding the freckled boy playfully in the ribs. "Don't you think our poor captain deserves a bone?"
"If you heard what we were talking about, then why did you ask..." Yamaguchi whispered, shifting uncomfortably in place.
"Because I missed making you squirm! Didn't you miss it!"
"No...and it's Suga's past...not ours...we don't have the right to-"
"Oh, cause our sugar momma is going to suddenly express his feelings! He needs a little push, you know that, Yams~~"
"You're just trying to get him back for shuffling you upstairs with Haj-"
"Exactly!" Oikawa interrupted, hushing his freckled nestmate with a flick of his slender hand. "Revenge always tastes so sweet~"
"But-"
"Daichi, why do you think Suga has been hesitant around the dreaded word, mate ?"
Daichi pondered the question, rolling his dark eyes around in thought-- eternally grateful that Oikawa was providing him with some sort of layout for his twisted situation. Suga...liked to be his own person...liked to have his freedom...
"Because..." He began, searching for the best words to vocalize his answer. "Well, he likes his independence. I don't think he likes the idea of being linked with someone forever...I mean, what if they turn out to be the worst scum in existence?! There is clearly no shortage of fuckhead Alphas and--"
"Okay, woah there big guy. Your scent is becoming agitated...for all the right reasons, so you get some kudos for that," Oikawa stated, wagging a knowing finger in his direction. "So, what, besides society, could possible lead a young man like our beautiful Suga to feel that way?"
His education on mating? No...his experience with Alphas? No...that wasn't personal enough...his experience with a particular Alpha ...?
"Um, his ex? Something happened between him and his ex?" Daichi put forth with furrowed brows, polishing off his beer with fervor.
"Ding, ding, ding!"
"But," he added with an exasperated sigh. "I already know that his ex did some sort of harm to him...that's not exactly helpful to-"
"Be patient, Daichi!" The chestnut Omega chirped in a singsong voice, sloshing his clear drink as he hummed from side to side. "All will be revealed through my integral line of questioning~~"
"Oikawa..." Yamaguchi challenged softly, only to be shushed by his nestmate with another wag of the finger.
"But, why ?" Oikawa continued in question, raising a knowing eyebrow in Daichi's direction. " Why does he feel that way towards his ex?"
Why...
"Because...the fucker never really loved him?" Daichi replied, it was the only conclusion that he could come up with-- having absolutely no information on the Alpha who had done so well to distort Suga's worldview.
"Correct! But then, why go through the trouble or courting him?"
Why? Why would someone, who had no emotional interest in another, go through the painstaking trouble of courting them? He wracked every inch of his mind for an answer, finally grateful for a small piece of insight into Suga's past.
"To...no...for the thrill of sleeping with an Omega in heat?" He said at last, unsure of what the answer truly was-- Alpha sex-drive seemed like a decent place to start. "Because the guy was desperate to find out what is was like?"
"Eeeenk , incorrect. And you were doing so well. You and I both know that if an Alpha wanted that, they could just take it," Oikawa chastised, taking a sip of his white wine as Daichi inwardly squirmed at the honest statement. "Think...reproduction."
Reproduction...reproduction?! Just what age were they living in...
"What, to have kids with him?!" He exclaimed with wide eyes of disbelief. "Seriously, is that it?"
"Correct answer! Once again, you are back on track, captain~"
Yeah...but he wished that he wasn't.
"Oikawa, he's never going to guess the whole story if you keep giving him this random line of questioning," a familiar voice joined the fray, one that left him shivering with reminiscent fear. "No offence, Daichi, but Alphas don't exactly have a world of knowledge when it comes to Omegas, not at your age, at least," Miyo asserted with a sly wink, swirling the contents of her glass.
When the raven haired professor took a step in his direction, he immediately backed towards the door and his instincts shrank away back to the recesses of his mind-- remembering the unusual ability she had shown off a few days early.
"I knoooow, but Yams was so insistent that I not tell him," Oikawa whined, staring down his freckled nest mate with hazel eyes.
"Why?" Miyo said with a small hiccup after taking a sip of her margarita. "Who cares? Daichi is a good kid."
"Cause it's Suga's story to tell~" Oikawa repeated in his best impression of his freckled friend. " We shouldn't get involved."
"Oh, cause he's going suddenly explain everything to Daichi! Yeah right! He's the king of secret keeping...aside from you."
"That's what I said! And I am not the king of secrets~"
"I'm leaving...I am officially uninvolved..." Yamaguchi whispered with a sigh, shuffling off to join the housemate gathered around the beer pong table in the dining room.
"Yams~" Miyo called out after the freckled boy with a wry smirk. "You and I need to have a chat later, about a certain four-eyed Alpha?"
At her words, Yamaguchi visibly stiffened, then increased his pace-- looking to escape his professors vocal observation.
Holy, Daichi thought with wide eyes, she was just as bad as Oikawa. No, she was Oikawa-- inserting herself in other people's business...even if it was for the greater good...
"Don't you dare let me forget!" She called out again before turning to face Oikawa, a devilish smile plastered on her angular face. "Guess it's just up to us devious Omegas, then. Suga can thank us later."
"Miyo, my love, we are on the exact same page~~" Oikawa sang out as he danced around on the hardwood. "The exact same pageeeeeeee."
"What was the guy's name again?"
"Who?"
"Suga's ex?"
"Oh, uh, um, Weston! No...Wesley? Wes, something or other."
Weston? What kind of name--
"Daichi!" Miyo exclaimed, scaring him stiff with the sudden loudness of her voice. "Our darling Suga comes from fine stock. Actually, so do you, Oikawa...and Keiji...and Yamaguchi. That's odd, I never pieced that together before..."
"Shit, me either..." Oikawa pondered, humming under his breath. "Did Suga tell you about the weird pack scent?"
"Yeah, you think it has something to do with it?"
"Maybe..."
"Guys!" Daichi interjected, growing anxious to know just what the fuck the two Omegas were going on about . "Can you not leave me in the dark, here? Please?"
"You're right, we started this divulging of secrets, we must see it through to the end!" Miyo chirped with a wink, polishing off her drink in one strong sip.
"That we should~~" Oikawa quipped with a cheeky smile, the lines of his face twisting around the pink lines of his fresh scar.
Jesus christ, Daichi thought with an exasperated sigh, and he used to think that the chestnut boy was bad, but Miyo was practically a second version of him. The two of them together took a lot of energy to handle...Suga and Keiji did well to balance them out.
"Fine stock ," he repeated, reaching for a fresh can a beer to help him get through the dramatic conversation. "What does that mean?"
"Your parents are both Alphas, correct?" Miyo questioned, covering another hiccup with the back of her delicate hand. "I mean, I assume that they are."
"Yeah...they are..."
"Okay, and out of all your friends here, your Alpha ones, which ones have siblings that are Omegas?"
"Uh," Daichi started, sifting through family histories in his head. "None of them...I don't think..."
"And do all of them have double Alpha parents?" She continued and made a scissor motion with her painted fingers to physically illustrate her question.
"Yeah, all of them, except Asahi...and...Hajime..."
"Fits the narrative pretty well!" Oikawa hummed with a knowing hand on his chin. "Like a glove~~"
Fits WHAT narrative!
"Omega children are more likely found when there's an Omega parent involved, or so they say," the raven omega explained, eyes glistening as if she was revealing a well-kept secret. "Most Alphas would prefer to have an Omega mate. Easier to control, docile, you know, the usual stereotypes. However, that desire is normally outmatched by their want for Alpha offspring, wouldn't you agree?"
With everything he had witnessed from Alphas in the last few weeks, he could attest to the terrible truth.
"Yeah..." He said quietly with a nod, unhappy with the honesty in his statement, he wished more than anything that it wasn't the case.
"So, there's a somewhat rare occurrence, when an Omega child is born from two Alpha parents, like Suga, and the lovely Oikawa, here. And it has been scientifically proven, if you believe in that sort of thing, that those special Omegas have a higher percentage of birthing Alphas, so they--"
"Essentially marry both desires together~~" Oikawa interjected, finishing off the raven's sentence with a loud declaration. "They are a docile mate, and they are likely to bear Alpha children."
"Precisely," Miyo asserted with a curt nod. "Facts that are hard to come to terms with."
They certainly were. If it was the truth, that this Alpha, Wes , wanted to use his Suga for breeding purposes... he wanted to snap some necks to alleviate the sudden tension in his neck.
"I'm sorry, but, you're saying that..." He faltered, his throat rumbling at his sudden understanding.
"Daichi," Oikawa started, his tone unusually serious. "I know you're not like that. I'm sure that Suga knows it, too. But, he's not going to crack unless..." He faltered, his mouth set in a hard line. "You've got to push him to...face his past..."
Daichi held his dark gaze on the chestnut Omega, barely registering the scar-- Oikawa's outgoing, and sometimes overbearing, personality did well to distract from it.
"Look, Hajime said something to me earlier that really...stuck," the chestnut boy continued, smiling weakly to hide his discomfort. "Well, the point was that I had to stop using my past as a crutch, because it was affecting our relationship."
"Mmm," Miyo hummed, nodding her dark head in agreement. "A valid point."
"I never would have drawn that conclusion if he hadn't pushed me to talk about it, you know? I think you need to do the same, with Suga."
"But what if-"
"Daichi, Suga loves you, even if he hasn't exactly said it. Believe me, he does. You've got to trust him," Oikawa asserted, patting him on the shoulder to comfort his now bristling figure.
"It's not going to be easy," Miyo added in as she pulled her long hair into a ponytail. "But, it'll be worth it, I promise."
"Plus," Oikawa remarked, his tone shifted back to its usual lighthearted disposition. "If he gets in a classic Suga state of irrational thinking, we'l step in for ya, I promise."
Daichi nodded, knowing that he didn't have another option. He could barely contain his upset and it was, and with this new information, it would be even more difficult. His subconscious instincts were already snaking their way into his conscious scent-- he needed to put a stop to it, even if it meant putting the one thing he held most dear to his heart, on the line.
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