Untitled Part 39
Chapter Thirty Nine: The Beginning and the End
Suga~
The party had quickly died down, leaving the main floor of the house a mess of sticky bottles and cans, reflected in hues of blue from the hanging lights. Suga had shuffled Miyo's sloppy figure into a cab and had just spent the last thirty minutes convincing Ukai that she was safe and on her way home. He scratched his silver head, then dumped a few stray bottles in the kitchen sink-- the Alpha coach really had a thing for his professor, and the feeling was clearly mutual. The very idea of it freaked him out. He had planned out his entire life around her experiences, and here she was, complicating everything with her sudden desire to mate. But he had to admit, his Omega professor was in a completely different stage of life than he was. She had already stabbed into the vein of Alpha society, nailed down an Alpha dominated profession, and the respect and power that came with it. He had not. Not yet.
He sighed, then rounded the corner of the dark stairwell, flicking off the front lights of the house on his way up. He knew that he had to say something to Daichi-- he had left the patient Alpha in the dark for far too long. Throughout the evening, he could smell the captain's tension and feel his dark, questioning eyes. Worse yet, the man had been stuck out front with Miyo for most of the evening-- and she was mouthy. Suga wouldn't be surprised if she let slip a few of his secrets, or provoked the captain into confronting him about the whole...mating issue.
As he stepped out onto the second floor landing, he stalled in place, taking a quiet moment to himself to stay his quivering hands. He was very nervous. He never felt nervous when it came to Daichi, but he knew that an was argument looming on the horizon. How could he explain his feelings to someone who had never shared the same experiences? For that very reason, he had avoided the topic altogether. He was certain that Daichi was not equipped to understand his perspective-- let alone agree with it.
Until meeting the yellow house Alphas, he had never desired to mate at all. Then Daichi, the patient, level-headed man with an enormous heart, fell right into his lap. He never planned for things to happen this way. He never wanted it to happen at all! But, it did, and now, he had to break the Alpha's tender heart.
He just wanted life to be better for Omegas. He wanted to penetrate into Alpha society, as deep as humanly possible, and force that change with his own two hands. How could he stay honest and open in his cause with an Alpha mate at his side? He would never be taken seriously-- that was the terrible truth of this world that Daichi had to accept.
Daichi~
Daichi had immediately retired to his room after shoving Miyo, none too playfully, into an O-taxi-- the overburdened cabbing company for Omegas. When Ukai rushed towards them and started in on a long, drunken rant about the raven professor and safety, he was too tired to give the conversation any energy. He tapped Suga's small shoulder and raised an eyebrow to silently say, we need to have a chat, then excused himself.
For nearly an hour, he waited in his room. First, lying casually on the bed flipping through Volleyball Times, then, after fifteen minutes, he found himself pacing-- anxious thoughts swirling around inside his skull. Everything had become so complicated between him and Suga-- Miyo and Oikawa's information on his past, his avoidance of the subject of mating, all of it left Daichi frustrated. He was stumbling around in the dark and he couldn't bear to keep it up any longer.
The one thing he did know was that Suga was hesitant to mate with him-- all of his verbal prodding at the subject had easily granted him that terrible truth. However, he still had no idea of the root cause. The silver Omega had a complex mind and he was very cautious of his secrets and ambitions. So much so that Daichi felt incredibly guilty in hearing about his past relations from Miyo and Oikawa. He wished that Suga had enough trust and faith to tell him of his own accord.
When a familiar, sugary scent pooled under the closed door to his room, he stopped his frantic train of thought and clenched his fists at his sides to stay his nerves. He didn't want to have this conversation, but he knew that there wasn't any choice. His instincts had grown frantically stronger in the past week, bashing against his skull their desire to mate the silver Omega. They had even become so loud the last few days that he was having trouble keeping a good concious handle of his mind-- being close to Suga was sending them into feral overdrive with a rampant desire to claim.
"Daichi?" Suga softly called as he opened the black door. "You awake still?"
"Yeah, I'm here," he replied from his position near the edge of the bed. "Ukai kept you for a long time, hey? Sorry about that."
"Yeah, your coach really knows how to lay into people~"
Daichi chuckled, imagining Ukai's drunken, red face spouting nonsense at the poised Omega. "Oh, yeah, he definitely has a knack for it. Miyo really has him riled up, hey? Thank god they're mating tomorrow. I don't want him this tense when he start up practises again..."
"Yeah..." Suga murmured, glancing off to the side in discomfort.
Mating, the one topic that, no matter how he brought it up, seemed to leave Suga riled up and anxious. Was it because of what Miyo and Oikawa had mentioned? Did the silver Omega think that he only wanted him to produce...Alpha offspring?
"You don't think they should?" He pushed, unhappy with the tense scent rolling off the silver boy's pale skin. "From what I've seen...they seem like a pretty okay match..."
"No..." Suga mumbled and fiddled with the framed pictures on top of his oak dresser. "It's not that...I trust that Miyo knows what she's doing."
"Okay...so what is it, then?"
"I just...I guess I'm pretty disenchanted with the whole idea of it...it just seems so bizarre to me."
"Of Ukai and Miyo mating?" Daichi questioned, already knowing the answer. "Or of mating in general...of us mating?"
"Of us..." Suga hummed under his breath, looking off to the side with a forlorn expression that stabbed at Daichi's fragile heart. "I'm sorry. I've been avoiding the subject so much with you...I didn't mean to drag this out for so long. It wasn't fair of me."
"Oikawa and Miyo told me about your ex, uh, Weston or something," Daichi put forth, wanting to rid himself from the guilt of knowing the personal information. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to prod into your life. I just-"
"No, it's fine," the silver Omega interjected with a hesitant laugh. "It doesn't really have anything to do with him, anyways."
Nothing to do with his ex? Then...what exactly was the problem? Daichi's last strand of sanity, the hope that Suga was only hesitant about mating because of his past experiences, came crashing down. He was left in the dark, wildly confused and slightly chaffed, with their perplexing relationship. None of the other housemates seemed to have any trouble with mating. Hajime and Oikawa had already planned everything out-- even Bokuto and Keiji seemed close to doing the deed. Yet he and Suga, the first of the bunch to show any measure of feelings for each other, were moving in the opposite direction. Why...fuck...why?
"I don't..." He said after a few minutes of tense silence, feeling hot anger boil up inside his chest. "If that's not the problem...then...I don't understand...what about us being together are you so against?"
"Look," Suga started, shuffling from side to side on his feet. "When I was a kid, I looked at our society and decided that things weren't fair for fifty perfect of the population. Being born an Omega...it just wasn't fair," he trailed off with a quiet chuckle at his reflection on his young, innocent mind. "But, that's not really the problem, is it? As I got older, I realized that the problem wasn't being an Omega. It was society and how it marginalizes us. So I started to form this plan of action...and now it consumes every waking thought I have. I want to change things. I want to level the playing field between the two genders. I need to. I need-"
"So do I," Daichi interjected with a low growl, his scent whirling around with confused hostility. "I want things to be different. I want to make things different for you guys."
Had he not made that point clear? He had, on more than one occasion, expressed his desire to alter the corrupt system-- to help make things equal between Alphas and Omegas. Did they not share the same ideals?
"I know that, Daichi. And I appreciate it. But you're missing the point," Suga barked back, balling his small fists at his sides. "It doesn't matter how good your intentions are! Mating goes against everything I stand for. It would backtrack everything I hope to accomplish!"
"Just whay exactly does it go against!? What is the principle that bothers you?" Daichi snarled, higher levels of perplexed frustration coiling into his gut-- he didn't fucking understand anything anymore. "Being mated? Of being with someone forev-"
"Giving in to the same fucking conventions that have kept us Omegas subservient for centuries! I don't want to sell out to that narrative-"
"I'm not asking you to be fucking subservient! I'M ASKING YOU TO BE AN EQUAL PARTNER. IN AN EQUAL RELATIONSHIP!"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER! I CAN'T CHANGE THINGS IF WE ARE TOG-"
"HOW CAN IT NOT MATTER?" Daichi spat out, enraged venom lacing every syllable. "ARE WE NOT ON THE SAME PAGE?! WE BOTH WANT TO CHANGE THINGS."
His could feel his broad shoulder quaking with fury, could feel his mind snapping with a frustrated anger that he could no longer quell. He somewhat understood where Suga was coming from, but the boy was warping everything around-- twisted it up to such a distorted degree that he viewed any and all help from Alphas as a sign of weakness. He wanted to do everything on his own.
Daichi's throat rumbled out at the notion, but it wasn't anything new. He should have suspected it-- should have seen in coming from a mile away. Suga had declined his help, his protection, at every single turn. He just wanted the boy to be more reasonable...not give up his goals entirely. Why couldn't Suga give him the same understanding in return?
"Have you...do you even know what it's like to be attacked for things you have no control over? To be discriminated against, every single waking moment of your life? Unless you have the protection of an Alpha?" Suga asked in near whisper, his eyes locked on the hardwood planks beneath Daichi's feet. "We shouldn't need that protection. We should be respected...as people. I should be ableto walk around at night. I should be able to walk around during the day!"
No. Daichi didn't know what that felt like, but he wanted to understand-- wanted to sympathize with the silver boy's experiences and share in his pain to ease the burden. Why couldn't Suga understand that simple fact? Why did he feel the need to do everything on his own?
Suga sighed and pulled a hand through his soft hair. "Well, I know. I know what it feels like, and I'm going to do something about it. Maybe I don't stand a chance of winning or changing things completely. Maybe I'll fuck up and fall flat on my face, but I'm not going to give everything up, all my hopes and aspirations, just for a chance to be with you. I'm...sorry."
"But I want to help you change things. I've been telling you this for weeks, Suga! For christ's sake-"
"I can't be with you, okay?! Are you even listening to me?! No one, Omegas, Alphas, whatever...none of them would take me seriously if I had a mate! What about this do you not understand? If I speak out on Omega independence, and then trot home to an Alpha mate? How do you think people would react to that irony?!" Suga announced through gritted teeth, pacing in front of Daichi with an aggressive aura. "This isn't about my past, this is about my goddamn future! I can't live that kind of domesticated narrative if I want to change anything!"
Was that all Suga saw him as? As a mean to an end? A fleeting moment of comfort that had to stop short of a real connection? The painful realization tightened the muscles in Daichi's chest and cinched at his heart, threatening to shatter it into a million, crimson pieces of remorse.
"So..." He whispered after a few moments of dejected silence-- letting the sullen realization sink into his heavy bones. "What do you want to do...then."
"About...us?" Suga replied in a hushed tone, stalling his pacing to glance over with remorseful eyes.
"Yeah...because...I can't..." Daichi faltered, feeling stomach twist up into a heavy pit of despair. "I can't pull back my instincts...I've tried...but I just...I just can't, Suga."
He already knew the answer to the question he never even wanted to ask and he was unsure that he could handle hearing it out loud. Suga was his everything-- the second part of his soul. How could he revert back to his life before the silver Omega? Was it even possible?
"I can't...I can't be around you...like this," he continued in near whisper, feeling frustrated tears pool in his eyes. "I just...can't."
He wished, more than anything, that he could stifle his growing urge to mate, but he knew that he would snap. "I can't...be with you and know that you have no intentions of...being with me. I can only battle my nature for so long."
"That's not...I don't want you to think that I don't like..." Suga murmured with upset eyes, his mouth set in a hard line. "No...nevermind. I...I u-understand. It's unfair of me to put you in this position. I know it is. As much as I hate it...I know that the desire to mate is natural. Animalistic...but natural...I can't ask you to keep fighting against it like this. I know I can't."
"So...what then?"
"I just...I can't do it. I'm sorry. I can't give you what you want."
"So we...end things, then." Daichi stated, his voice monotone and his mind suddenly hollow and far away. "Pretend like this never happened?"
"Yeah...I guess..." Suga whispered, hot tears pooling in his hazel eyes. "No...um...no hard feelings, right? Maybe...we can be friends...eventually?"
"Yeah. None."
It was a lie. An obvious lie, but what was he supposed to say? They could never be just friends, they both knew it.
"So...I'll go and sleep in the nest tonight...then."
"Yeah."
"Okay..."
As Suga quietly closed the door, Daichi stood frozen in place, his dark eyes staring off into the distance, hollow and unfocused. He felt like his heart had been snatched away, or encased in a frozen pit of ice.
End things...
Pretend like this never happened...
Reality seemed worlds away, and he wasn't about to reach out for it. Instead, he remained inside his comfortable, dissociated mind, unwilling to accept the bitter truth that had been forced upon him.
Yuji~
Yuji found himself wide awake at exactly 5:59am. Perhaps, it was a side effect of his liquor consumption, or maybe, there was a sweet smelling Omega lying next to him in his bed. He sat back against the headboard and squinted into the early morning sun as it poured through the large bay window. Beside him, Yachi stirred under the massive covers, her golden crown a mess of bed hair. He smiled at her small figure, lightly caressing his sore jaw at the movement-- it was healing fast, but not fast enough for his tastes. The aching pain was irritating, it flared up each time he moved his mouth, and he was a talkative guy.
"Gooooood morningggg, sunshine!" He exclaimed softly as he snaked in close to her sleepy figure and planted a cheeky kiss of her flushed cheek. "You look so cute when you're sleepy!"
"Mmm," Yachi mumbled as she slowly blinked the sleep from her eyes, shying away from the harsh sunlight. "What time is it..."
"Early!"
"Then...why are we awake...you don't have class for...hours..."
A fine question, the answer to which was his hard cock, rearing for another go at the rosy Omega. He watched with devious eyes as she slowly pulled herself up to her knees, the grey covers pooling around her petite frame. Then, she lightly sniffed the air and her tired eyes snapped open, her mouth opening in shy shock.
"Oh!" She coughed out, honey colored eyes darting off to the side. "You...I...you-"
"Sorry," Yuji faltered with a bashful grin, rubbing the back of his messy hair. "You know I'm not very good at controlling my scent."
"We can-"
"No, no! I don't want to do it after everything last night! I just wanted some morning company!"
Yachi gave him a sweet smile, then reached down to pull at her yellow pajama blouse and Yuji froze in place-- breath caught in his throat.
"Seriously, Yachi, I didn't wake you up because-"
"I want to..." The rosy Omega replied, pulling the cloth over her head to reveal a small pair of breasts, her pink nipples erect from the cool air. "I'm feeling much better this morning!"
Even the sight of her bare torso had his instincts coiling around in a furious mess of desire! God help him. He needed to keep it together. During his midnight shower, after he had relieved his aching erection, he had spent more than a few minutes pondering the things he could do to make Yachi more comfortable during sex. Most of his ideas were serious flops, but there was one viable option...
"Yachi. Are you sure," he growled, unable to stop his scent from devolving into a sexual mess of desire. "We don't have to push this. I shouldn't have woken you up. I was just...excited. I've never really woken up with an Omega in my..." He trailed off, furrowing his brows.
A hard rock of despair formed in the pit of his stomach as his mind combed over his previous relations with Omegas. He had been a deviant-- treating them like objects to be used and discarded. Fuck, he thought to himself with a deep sigh of shame, was he different now? After meeting Yachi, and her friendly nest, he didn't even want to think about his past indiscretions. They seemed like a lifetime ago, but were they, really? Did he even have the right to say that he had changed? He had only known the rosy Omega for a week-- before that, he was the type of Alpha he now despised.
"I'm sure," Yachi softly affirmed, mistaking his stressed scent. "Don't be so worried...I know what I'm doing!"
Yuji shook his head, deciding to leave his past out of the equation, at least, for now. He raked his gaze over her nearly naked form, suddenly feeling an innate desire to pounce her. Slow, internally commanded to his screeching instincts, he was going to try something...different. He was not going to knot her and his feral nature was just going to have to deal with it.
He leaned in towards her to better smell the pleasant, rosy air, then pulled her small body towards his own and leaned back into the mattress. He planted a gentle kiss of her temple, then pulled his shirt over his lean shoulders and smirked down at the Omega beneath his body. She looked up at him with foggy eyes and her scent skittered around, leaking arousal. He reached down to put his large hands on her waist, craving contact, but left her lacy underwear in place. He didn't want her to feel any pressure whatsoever-- if any clothing was going to come off, she was going to have to be the one to do it.
"Are you okay," he growled again, his eyes darkening as his lust increased at the beautiful sight before him. As he ran his hands gently over her healing ribs she inhaled at his touch.
"I'm fine. Keep going," Yachi affirmed with a small, yet firm, nod, then reached down and placed her hand on top of his own, guiding it up to her small breasts. "It's okay...really..."
Yuji sucked in a quick breath, feeling his vision cloud over with an instinctual haze. He was losing his mind but, he was determined to set a new record for the world's most patient Alpha. If Yachi didn't feel completely comfortable, he knew that she would fall back into her state of dissociation-- and he hated it with every fiber of his being. Not again. Twice was more than enough for his tastes.
He leaned forward against her delicate figure and gently cupped her face with affectionate hands. Then, he grazed his nose against her neck and lightly nipped at her scent glands, receiving an aroused whimper in response. Soon, Yachi began to grind her hips against his thigh, pleading for him to take things further, but he stayed his hands. There was no way in hell he was going to knot her. He figured that, maybe, he could possibly bypass her anxiety by pleasuring her in a way that he was certain Chaki hadn't.
He smirked at his devious plan and kissed her neck, then down to her breasts and took a pink nipple in his mouth. Sucking and rolling it with his pierced tongue, he gently ran a finger over the wet fabric covering her sex. Yachi let out a shy gasp at his touch, and he was pleased to find that it was from shocked pleasure. After playing around with her nipples for a few minutes, he promptly released her breasts and coyly licked down her soft stomach, pulling himself to his feet at the edge of the bed. Yachi looked up at him with a flushed face and parted lips, confused by his movement. He grinned at her silent question, then carefully pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and looked down at her underwear.
"I'm not going to knot you," he snarled, unable to keep his instincts from spilling over into his tone. "I'm want to try something. I need these removed," he continued in rumbled, gesturing to the blue fabric.
Yachi put a delicate finger to her lips, nodded, and shimmied out of the moist garment, dicarding it to the hardwood floor. Yuji stiffened at the open sight, and appealing smell, of her bald sex. Do not knot her, do not knot her, he repeated in frantic mantra, trying to banish his intense desire to fuck her into the messy sheets. He rolled his shoulders to reset his tense muscles and knelt down to run two fingers over the sensual lips-- she was so soaked with anticipation that he felt sexually charged down to his quivering bones.
"Just. Give it a chance," he growled as he moved his head to shake his pierced tongue over her most private area. "I. Promise. It will feel good."
At his touch, Yachi's body arched away from the mattress and she grasped at the covers next to her.
"Alpha...!" She moaned, as he gingerly rolled her swollen clit between his teeth. "Oh god! Please...Alpha..."
When she attempted to roll to the side and present herself, he held her narrow thighs and snarled-- commanding her to stay in place. He loved to see her squirm with pleasure, right in the palm of his hand. It was almost as good as fucking. Almost.
He increased the pressure with his mouth and reached up to tug at one of her pink nipples. Smelling her rosy ecstacy, jutting out into the air around him, he knew that she was close to a sweet orgasm. He gently bit down on her clit and increased his suction, trying to heighten her pleasure to higher levels, and her body exploded in a series of gasping moans. Her flowery scent flooded the room with an electric energy that send shivers down his spine. For a moment, as his Omega quivered into the sheets of the bed, he basked in her sexual energy. However, when his vision darkened and his instincts clamored forward, he immediately stumbled back and rushed towards the bay window. He rolled open the glass and stuck his head as far out the window as he could manage. Gasping for clean, morning air, his body trembled with hot desire. Slowly, the new air in his lungs dulled his feral nature and he felt his tense body relax back to normal.
"Are you...okay?" Yachi asked, the pink flush slowly leaving her pale skin. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Hey!" He challenged back in a playful tone, jerking a finger at her sprawled out figure. "What did we say about apologizing!"
"I know, I know!" The golden Omega squeaked as she hid her face under the grey covers. "I'm working on it..."
"Good!"
"Thank you..."
"See," Yuji said with a coy smirk, flipping the comforter back to eye down his Omega's started face. "Now, you can fall back into the most restful, wonderful sleep you've ever experienced!"
Yachi's honey coloured eyes flickered between his cheeky face and the window, then she smiled sweetly. "What about you? Do you need me to..."
"No, no," he affirmed with an intense nod. "I'm just going to jump in the shower and head downstairs. I'm wide awake, and you areeeeeee," he continued, poking Yachi playfully in the forehead. "Not! You've sleep got sleep in your eyes!"
"I guess I could-"
"Good! It's decided," he quickly interjected as he started towards the bathroom. "See you in a few hours, rose girl!"
He quickly closed the white painted door behind him, shutting out her delicious scent. He needed to regain some measure of control again, her rosy fragrance had completely covered every inch of their room. Hopping into the steamy shower, he jerked off to vivid images of his Omega's quivering body-- her flushed cheeks, parted lips, and aroused whimpers. When he came, his body shuddered against the cool tile and he pushed his head into the streams of warm water. He wished, more than anything, that he could knot her. Make her his. Protect her with his scent.
Chaki.
The monster. The man who had defiled her, body and soul. He had shattered her beautiful mind into a billion pieces that--
Wait. What was preventing him from doing it again? Ukai had promised that he would do everything in his power to get retribution, but was that enough? Chaki could crawl back, at any moment, and steal his Omega away. Cripple her mind all over again...
At that frantic thought, his instincts snaked up into his mind and he punched into the white tile, shattering the porcelain. As his knuckles bled over his hand, down into the swirling water of the tub, his throat began to rumbled out with quiet fury. He needed to get some fresh air before he snapped completely.
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