Untitled Part 4
Chapter Four: Changing Instincts
Hajime~
When Hajime woke the next morning, he knew exactly what he was going to do. He had experienced the most terrible sleep he had ever had-- subtle hints of Oikawa's fragrance had drifted into his room throughout the night, leaving him in a state of perpetual exhaustion. He knew that he needed to do something about the unwanted feelings that were growing in his mind before it was too late. They were leaving him anxious, festering inside him like an open wound. The only thing solution he had managed to come up was to return to his roots-- he was going to go out, get plastered, and fuck a few Omegas to shake Oikawa from his mind. For good.
After rinsing off his morning grime, he made his way down to the stairs, stopping briefly to take note of the mixed scents of Daichi and Suga that were emanating from the former's room. They were calm this morning, good. At that thought, he made his way to the main floor and into the blue walled kitchen. Inside, he was greeted by an overly energetic Tanaka-- something he did not need so early in the morning.
"Oi, Hajime. You look like shit!"
"Shut it, Tanaka. Not in the mood."
"Ooooooo, sensitive this morning, I see."
"You wanna go out tonight? I need a good fuck," Hajime drawled as he stuffed a green apple in his mouth, leaning his back against the white kitchen sink.
"Very, veeeery sensitive this morning!" The bald Alpha prodded, giving him a cheeky wink. "Yeah, I'm game man. We could hit up a seedy club, for sure."
Hajime nodded and swallowed down another large chunk of crisp apple. "I'll call some of the other guys from the volleyball team, seeing as we have a house full of Omega lovers now."
"Yeaaaaaaaaaaah. Plus, Tsukishima and Tobio do nothing but study and sleep. Call Bokuto, he's always a wicked time."
"He's alright."
"Oh God, Hajime, maaaan. Polish up that attitude before we go out, I'm beggin' ya!"
"No promises."
In reality, Bokuto was just the person he needed-- someone who was exceedingly indifferent to Omegas and their marginalized condition. It was an indifference that he hoped would rub off on him. Tossing the core of his apple into the kitchen garbage, he shuffled into the entryway, pulled on his runners, and set out for a head-clearing jog.
***
"Hey, hey, hey!" Bokuto called out as he crossed the dark street towards the two Alphas-- standing beneath a flickering streetlight. "Tanaka, my man! You're looking fresh as always. And my snarky boy, Hajime, let's let loooooose. Let's get fucked!"
The three boys made their way down the block towards the club they most frequented, and waltzed to the front of the packed entry line. It was one of the few perks that came with knowing Bokuto. Sure, Hajime found him annoying, but the owl boy did know a lot of useful people.
As they stood waiting to gain entry, pink and blue strobe lights reflected out of the open entrance, bouncing off of Hajime's tense form. His early jog had done little to mitigate his poor attitude-- an attitude he blamed solely on Oikawa. He steadied his resolve and internally promised that he would forget all previous thoughts off the chestnut Omega the moment he stepped foot inside the club.
After a few minutes, Bokuto finally pried himself away from his bouncer friend and led the boys through the dramatic archway guarding the entrance of the building. Inside, the main area was set up in a square, with a large, circular bar in the middle made entirely of marble, or at least, a cheap knock off of it. To the left, a vibrant dance floor raged on--flashing strobe lights combing over its sweaty inhabitants. Standing opposite the dance floor, a jumble of glass tables and dart boards stood resolute, boxing in a variety of drunk Alphas-- those looking for a more casual night than the dance floor offered. Hajime glanced up at the familiar second floor, a continuous laneway around the outermost walls of the club. Rooms covered by vibrant sheer curtains outlined the sturdy balcony, hiding the shadowy figures fucking within them. Oftentimes, he had been one of those figures and he planned to be one of them again tonight.
As per usual, the overzealous scents of both Alphas and Omegas hit Hajime like a sack of heavy bricks. A few feet ahead of him, a large brunette Alpha with pierced ears caught his attention. The man threw a balled fist into a smaller blonde Alpha, snarling possessively over a dazed Omega at his side. The Omega boy, no older than twenty, had glassy, unfocused eyes, seemingly unphased by what was going on or what his fate would be.
Hajime huffed to himself and rolled his tense shoulders. It wasn't like the Omegas in the club were forced to be there-- they offered themselves up to Alphas at their own discretion. However, for the first time in Hajime's life, he found himself questioning the motives behind their actions. What tragedies could have caused a person to succumb to immense drug use and sexual promiscuity? Surely, if they were in their best minds, they would never choose such a life for themselves.
Before he had time to feel a pang of grief for the Omega boy, Bokuto roughly grabbed him by the shoulders and yelled, "shots!" Subsequently, the owl dragged his companions over to the expansive marble bar, yellow eyes eager for beer. "Three-no, NINE Tequilas!" He called out to a female Alpha barkeep. She flashed him a disinterested glance, then quickly placed a series of empty blue shot glasses down across a rubber catch mat and poured golden alcohol across them.
"Hey, baby you look like a good time!" Bokuto chirped with a wicked smile as the bartender placed bad looking limes across the salty rims of their order. She rolled her aqua eyes at the quip and her blond ponytail swung across her back as she shook her head in resignation.
"I'm not interested in Alpha sluts. Especially ones that look as weak as you do. Move along, owl boy," she lazily replied without looking up from her task.
Bokuto was visibly taken aback, but quickly recovered from the rejection. "WHAT?! I'm Godzilla in the streets and King Kong in the sheets, baby! You don't know what you're missing out on," he declared loudly and the beautiful bartender cracked a slight smile at him remark.
Huh, maybe the idiot had a shot with her after all, Hajime thought with a surprised chuckle.
"Ohhhhhhh, Bokuto! What a killer pick up line!" Tanaka yelled, granting his Alpha friend a massive ego boost with a supportive clap on the back. "How do you do it?!"
The boys took their shots with relative ease, though Tanaka did make a few pursed faces at the sour liquid, and purchased a couple of pitchers of light beer-- much to Hajime's discontent, he preferred hearty, amber ale. Bokuto yelled something along the lines of, 'I'll be back for you,' to the pretty barkeep before following his friends away from the bar. They set themselves up at one of the glass tables and quickly initiated a game of darts-- unphased by the brawl that was occurring a few feet to the right of them.
"So, I hear you guys have some juicy Omegas staying at your house," Bokuto questioned, he eyes shining with unchecked curiosity."Lucky ducks!"
"Yeah," Hajime grumbled out a reply as he threw his dart, hitting the center of the board with ease-- calling them lucky was a bit of a stretch.
"NO FAIR, Hajime! Why the fuck are you good at everything," Tanaka whined and took a big gulp of his ale, setting it down with an angry clank.
"Have either of you fucked any of them?" Bokuto pushed on, throwing his own dart, seemingly unphased by Hajime's previously perfect shot.
Tanaka sighed as he casually pulled the darts from the board, then marked score tallies on a white napkin in front of him. "Yeah fucking right. I mean, one doesn't even leave her room. She's scared of us, has some sort of trauma, or something. This other one has this crazy, wild orange hair that's suuuuch a turn off. Plus, he never shuts up and his scent is obnoxious."
Kind of like you, Hajime thought to himself before tuning his ears back to the bald Alpha's monologue.
"There is this silver haired one that's pretty, but Daichi claimed ownership over him pretty fast..."
"I KNEW-" Bokuto started loudly, pausing to throw his second dart. "I KNEW IT. I knew that fucker was getting some ass! He's been acting weird at practice all fucking week. Less moody and...well...less like you, Hajime," he quipped, pointing a lazy finger in Hajime's bored faced as he swiftly chugged half of his beer.
Before Hajime had the chance to chirp back, the owl resumed his chatter. "You know what I mean, right, Tanaka? Normally, Daichi's like, 'guys calm down, guys pay attention to practice.' So bossy and focused all the time. Buuuut, lately, he hasn't been lecturing anyone. He's even been laughing at Yuji's shitty behavior! I knew something had to be up."
"Right?!" Tanaka yelled and motioned upwards in a dramatic fashion, slightly sloshing his golden beer on the tiled floor beneath their table. "Dude, Asahi is even close to mating with one. I swear to you, on my life. It's mental."
Bokuto rolled his eyes and took another casual swig of his ale. "That's fucking unsurprising. He always was a big lug."
"Oh fuck, I forgot," the bald Alpha slurred and leaned forward across the table, pointing a knowing finger in Bokuto's excited face. "There is this gorgeeeeeeeeous freckled one, but he's so damn shy! And he does everything he can to avoid us. It drives me mental!"
Bokuto chuckled at the Alpha's irritation and smirked. "How many are there? In your house now, cause Kenma still lives there, right?"
"Uh," Tanaka started, mentally counting their new roommates with furrowed brows. "I think there are six of them...no...seven. I always forget about Keiji. He doesn't smell like an Omega, it's fucked. Actually, he doesn't act like one either and he's not the only one."
"What the fuck do you mean by that?" The owl replied, pouring the remaining liquid from a pitcher into his awaiting glass.
"Well, there's this tall, snarky one. He's got this great ass and smells sooo delicious. I wouldn't mind knotting him, if he wasn't such a pain in the ass. He's got this kind of, cocky, overconfident attitude that I've never seen in an Omega before. It's fucking weird...and kind of a turn of ya know what I'm sayingggg."
Hajime stiffened mid-sip at Tanaka's crude remark and casually looked off into the distance, doing his best to prevent a possessive growl from escaping his throat.
Really? One night, he thought angrily to himself, one fucking night without Oikawa skirting across his mind. Was it too much to ask?
"Hajime," Bokuto chirped, drawing his attention back to the irritating conversation. "You haven't made a single snarky comment, what's going on in that dopey head of yours?"
Hajime glanced over to the owl and slowly blinked, feigning disinterest. He wanted nothing more than to convince himself that his new Omega housemates were a thorn in his side. In fact, he had planned the outing because he knew that both Bokuto and Tanaka were always extremely vulgar and uncaring in their language when it came to Omegas. He had hoped that their harsh words would snap him back to his regular mentality-- that they would unwittingly help him reset his growing interest in Oikawa. Instead, his entire plan blew up in his face from a single sly comment. He hated his traitorous mind. He never used to be so...sensitive.
"Yeah...they can be a pain. None of them are fuckable," he stated at last, realizing that he had to, at the very least, say something about the situation-- lest his teammates catch on to his sympathetic thoughts.
Bokuto wrapped a gorilla-like arm around him and whistled loudly. "Well, I guess we had better scout out some slutty Omega for you tonight. You look like shit...you obviously could use a good lay. It's probably such a tease being around a bunch of Omegas allll day long, especially ones that you can't even fuck."
"Yeah, man," Tanaka chimed in agreement. "You've sucked at volleyball lately, too. You really need to get a laaaaaaaaaaay."
Hajime smirked at the honest comment. That was exactly his plan...well...his back up plan. The crude comments by his friends had fallen short of their desired effect, so he was going to physically fuck Oikawa out of his mind instead.
The three teammates hastily finished their pitchers and dart game, the latter of which Hajime had easily won, and drunkenly rose to their feet. It wasn't long before he could feel his the liquid courage take over his mind. If Alcohol made Omegas into thirsty whores, it made Alphas fuck machines. He was going to take full advantage of it.
"I'm gonna gooo twy and hit up that sexcy barteener agan," Bokuto slurred, taking a few stumbling steps towards his prize at the central bar. "Tanaka! BACK ME UP SON."
"Youuuu-youuuu got eet, owl boyyy. Hajimeee, find yerself an Omega and get outta your funk!"
Hajime rolled his eyes and watched, through slightly blurred vision, as his two teammates hobbled over to the glowing, marble bar. He absentmindedly stepped out of the way of a small brawl that erupted next to him and turned to scout the club for a claimable Omega. On the dance floor, he located three of them moving sluggishly to the beat. When he noticed that each one was more messed up than the last, a heavy, frustrated sigh escaped his pursed lips-- the old him would be all over their intoxicated forms...but the new him was feeling nothing but empathy.
His dark eyes grazed over the dance floor for a few more minutes, internally fighting a losing battle against his sympathetic thoughts, until his vision was torn away by a small figure that had roughly bumped into his ribs. Glancing down, he took in the form of a tiny, mouse haired Omega, looking up at him with glazed, green eyes. He scrunched up his nose at her troubled scent-- a combination of alcohol, drugs, and the pages of a new book.
"Oi, get over here, you tease," a large and beefy Alpha slurred from a few feet away. When he moved to roughly grab the girl, Hajime released a possessive growl.
Protect the Omega, his instincts roared out, startling him with their intensity. The sudden rise of his feral nature perplexed him. They didn't erupt because he desired to sleep with the small girl...but because he didn't want the other Alpha to hurt her.
"What? You want to fuck her? You can have her after me, scouts honour," the black haired Alpha drawled, misinterpreting his intentions-- but Hajime rolled with it.
"How about I fuck her first, and then you can have her," he said with a threatening snarl, his statement half a lie. He was planning on sleeping with the girl, even if it took every mental fiber of his being to do so, but it hadn't been the source of his aggression.
The Alpha matched his growl, unwilling to give up his prize, but Hajime knew that he wouldn't have to fight for his claim. He had a stronger, more dominant Alpha scent than his opponent. Growling from deep from within his throat, he gingerly grabbed the shaking Omega and pulled her over to his side, making his intentions clear.
His opponent momentarily hesitated, then conceded with a shrug. "Whatever man, just throw her back in the mix when you're done," he spat before hobbling towards the dance floor to find another Omega.
Hajime shook his head in disgust, then looked down at the small girl at his side. He shoved down an instinctual pang of sadness when he realized that she didn't seem to care about her own well-being, let alone what was going to happen to her. Fuck this, he thought to himself, just fuck her and get it over with.
He directed the girl up the iron stairs to the tiled balcony of the second floor, gingerly holding the back of her neck to guide her, all the while, consciously willing her natural fragrance to overtake the smell of alcohol. It took a few laps for the pair to find a vacant room and he grew increasingly agitated as the girl's scent grew more fearful with each passing minute. He willed himself to ignore it and pushed forward to find a private area to make his claim.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he pushed the Omega, with more force than he intended, into a curtain canvassed room and stepped in behind her. He reached out behind him and shifted the pink curtains closed, blocking out the wild world around them. After swiveling around to face the Omega, he watched her undress, his bulge growing at the sight of her small perky breasts and soft, pink nipples. His gaze skittered up to her collar bones, unhappy to find them lined with nasty bite marks. Ignore it, he commanded himself, this was going to work. This was going to banish that Shittykawa from his mind.
The tiny girl shimmied out of her white skirt, revealing a small mound and delicate thighs that were dripping with an unusual amount of sex. Hajime lightly sniffed the air-- she wasn't in heat, so whatever drugs she had taken was causing her body to overreact. Another pang of sympathy shot through his heart and he subconsciously released a frustrated snarl. No, he shoved his biting instincts away again, he was going to do this. There was a naked, willing Omega standing right in front of him. He was going to do this.
"What do you want from me? I...can call you master...if you want? I can take it in any hole you desire...too. I'll be a good Omega for you," the girl whispered mechanically, but Hajime could smell her natural fear seeping into the hot air around them.
He would have liked the girl to call him master or sir, a personal preference of his, but he couldn't seem to bring himself to request it.
Take it slow, Hajime, just get a fuck in for tonight. Regain your old self.
"Get on your knees and present yourself. Do not move," he growled in a low, throaty rumble, influenced by the scent of her sex.
He quickly pulled his white shirt over his head, not even bothering to see if the Omega had done as he asked, and unbuttoned his black jeans. His cock was already standing at attention. It had been too long since he had fucked and his body was eager, even if his mind was not. He hadn't slept with anyone, Omega or otherwise, in two weeks-- a abnormally lengthy period of time for him.
Shit, was that really how long it had been? He thought to himself, pondering his sex life as the female Omega got into position in front of him. The last time had been before the Omegas had moved in.
The...Omegas...Oikawa. He shook his head to banish the flickering image of the chestnut boy from his mind-- that was enough of that. There was a piece of Omega ass naked and waiting in front of him, and he was going to take her.
He took a few steps towards the girl, hoping that his mind would shut off once he started fucking, but felt her stiffen at his aggressive approach. Doing his best to ignore it, he climbed over her small figure grazed his tongue over the open scent glands along her neck, scenting her in the process. She smelled nice, like a library, but it was nothing close to what he really wanted...not as delicious as Oikawa. As he continued his endeavor, he found himself quickly losing interest in the girl-- as if he truly had any to begin with. His thoughts were too focused on his musings, wondering what the Oikawa smelled like when he was being fucked.
As he moved his aching cock to the entrance of her sex, his basic instincts began to screech around in his head-- fuck, own , dominate. He didn't even attempt to prepare her with his fingers, he was too eager to get the ordeal over with. When he lined up for penetration, a small sob escaped from the petite mouse and her fearful scent quickly poisoned the air of the small room. At the unpleasant smell, Hajime froze, and a sudden, overwhelming feeling of shame washed through his chest-- housing itself within his beating heart.
The girl wasn't going to enjoy it. She was terrified. It was something that Hajime had never cared about in his life before that very moment.
Mental images flooded his brain-- Nishinoya's bruised face-- Suga, unconscious and damaged on the pavement-- Oikawa, stiff and ready to defend himself against Daichi. He shuddered against the delicate back of the mouse-like Omega beneath him, then fell back on his knees.
He couldn't do it. He couldn't follow through no matter how hard he tried. The whole ordeal felt so wrong now, now that he personally knew Omegas. Now that he knew, first hand, about the difficulties they faced.
Conceding to his conscious, Hajime sluggishly rose to his feet and sighed, rubbing the back of his head with his hand. "Get up and put your clothes on," he said with quiet exasperation as he snatched his jeans from the cold floor.
The tiny mouse turned to face him and flashed him a look of confusion, wriggling her ass to question his actions. He adverted his gaze and reached forward to gingerly pull her to her feet, ignoring the inviting smell of her sex. Her grabbed her white, chiffon blouse and pulled it over her head as she looked up at him with doe-like eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that," he grumbled and she flinched, tearing away her gaze in a hurry.
He grabbed her matching white skirt, feeling guilty for scaring her, and pulled it up her slender waist.
What was he going to do with her...now that he wasn't going to fuck her...he could just leave...she was there of her own volition...
He remained silent for a few moments in contemplation, then grabbed the Omega's quivering hand. "Do not let go. Do not make eye contact with anyone. Just...just look down at your feet okay?"
The small girl nodded in compliance and he led her out of the pink room and down the marble stairs, growling at every Alpha that made a pass. He did his best to project a calm fragrance, as per Oikawa's instructions, to calm the upset girl, but the air around them was too concentrated for it to have any decent effect.
As the pair set foot on the main level, he raked his gaze over the club to locate his teammates-- happy to see that they were fully distracted by the blonde barkeep. Good, he thought to himself with a sigh of relief, he didn't need them questioning his actions. He wouldn't be able to come up with a decent excuse.
"Oi, buddaaaaaaay, You done with her?!" A familiar black haired Alpha yelled, stepping between the unusual pair and the club's exit.
"Yeah," Hajime replied, leaking dominance from every square inch of his skin. "I'm done."
"Woah man," the Alpha said, reacting to his domineering stance. "You gonna share the Omega ass or are you going to mate the skank?"
"We are leaving, move out of my way."
"And here I gave her to you out of the kindness of my heart."
"Move."
"Why should I? Sharing is caring, that's the rule around here. Everyone knows that."
"I said move, or I'll bash your fucking face in. Believe me, you won't stand a chance."
The Alpha scoffed, then moved out of the way, shoulders bristling at Hajime's challenging scent. "I'd watch your back around these parts, man. We don't like Alpha's that don't know how to share," he threatened with his own growl, but Hajime didn't care.
He already knew that he wouldn't be coming back.
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