Untitled Part 46
Chapter Forty Six: The Lake House
Suga~
Suga felt dead inside. The world was listless and grey. Food was bland and music sounded like a jumble of dull and high pitched tones. He knew that his skin was perpetually cool to the touch, but he didn't feel cold, or even warm for that matter. He felt absolutely nothing at all.
Daichi had not been his mate-- he couldn't fathom why his body was reacting so poorly to their breakup. There was no logical reason for his overzealous Omega instincts and their happy endeavor of descending him into a slow state of madness. With each passing hour, his cravings for an Alpha touch distorted and fixed themselves on Daichi alone. He found himself up late at night, longing for the familiar broad arms that fit around him so perfectly-- longing for the possessive scent that made him forget all of his other cares. Protective, loving, and strong. He had to fight tooth and nail against the unseen enemy within his mind and convince it that he didn't want the man back at all.
He tried to repeat an internal mantra-- that he had broken things off for a genuine and sane reason. The whole thing was bigger than him because it was for the greater good of all Omegas. However, a small part of him, one that housed deep inside his waking soul, seemed intent on outing him as a fool.
For the first twenty four hours, he had controlled his Omega nature pretty well. He still felt a perpetual sense of yearning in his beating heart, but it had been manageable.
And then suddenly, it wasn't.
Soon, he found himself spending more and more energy on battling against his Omega spirit-- eternally angry with him for destroying what it considered as a perfect match. By Thursday, he had lost what little remained of his internal strength and he fell asleep truly frightened of his own mind-- the one thing that had always on his side. The one weapon he always had in his arsenal, and it was being ripped away from him, bit by bit.
When he dragged his tired body out of bed Friday morning, a feat of its own given his terrible head-space, he shuffled downstairs to the blue kitchen and overheard Tanaka and Kuroo-- discussing Daichi in hushed tones at the dining table. He reigned in his scent, but a bitter sorrow washed over him alongside a sudden realization that set into his haunted bones. There was no point in spending extra energy to control his fragrance. There wasn't much left of it anymore.
The breakup was stealing that away from him, too.
"When do you think he'll move back? Coach's place can't be too bad, right? I mean..." Tanaka mumbled between bites of his breakfast. "Shit, Kuroo. What a fucking nightmare."
Suga heard the rooster unleash a heavy sigh and the man's undirected frustration snaked into his waiting nostrils. "I know. It's shit right now. Fuck, you should've seen him yesterday. It was really bad Tanaka...I've never seen him so fucked up."
"I did see him...when he reemed us all out for the volleyball thing. It was way more harsh than his normal lectures. His scent was fucking angry, man. Like he was trying to challenge us to a goddamn fight!"
"Exactly. He needs some space to sort out his emotions. They're all twisted up inside his head from whatever they talked about when they broke things off. If he doesn't get away from this goddamn house and Suga, he's going to go insane...I can guarantee it."
Away from him.
Suga felt hot tears pool in his hazel eyes and he quickly brushed them away with the back of his long sleeved shirt. He reached for the silver fridge and grabbed a bottle of chocolate milk, not caring who it belonged to, then quietly shuffled out the front door.
Everything was his fault. Daichi had moved out-- moved out of his home. Suga should have been the one to do that. Why hadn't anyone bothered to ask him to leave instead? He was the guest in the residence, not Daichi. The yellow house was his home.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. What have I done?
Suga's mind swirled around, then latched onto a metal image of Daichi's grinning face. His Omega instincts coiled around his heart, squeezing all logical thoughts from his brain as he dragged himself down the sidewalk in a grey daze. As they scrambled around, clawing at his brain, he subconsciously yanked out his phone with shaky hands and dialed a familiar number. Barely one ring passed before he was greeted with a caring voice on the other end of the line.
"Suga? Honey, are you okay?"
He sniffed and wiped another stray tear. "M-Miyo..."
"Suga, baby, where are you? I'm coming to pick you up. I heard what happened."
"I-I f-fucked u-up," he stuttered into the speaker, at long last losing the battle against his ever-present Omega nature.
He mind was completely torn in two. One part still tried to maintain that everything was for the best, but the other, more chaotic side was adamant that he had destroyed absolutely everything-- including his one chance at true happiness. Right now, the latter part was winning by a landslide.
"Where are you, sweetie? Tell me where I can come and get you."
Suga blinked through his blurry vision, startled to find that he had meandered all the way to the edge of the University campus. "O-outside the General S-Store."
"Okay. Stay there. I'm coming!" Miyo's electronic voice cooed back.
His chest caved in a heavy sob and his hands shook the phone at his ear. "Can you s-stay on the line w-with me..."
"Of course, baby. I'm not going to hang up. I'll be there soon. I promise."
Oikawa~
Oikawa was waiting on the wooden steps of the front porch in the early afternoon, watching various students meander home in a flurry of overjoyed scents-- happy that it was the Friday of a long weekend. He had missed his half day of morning classes for a doctor appointment and had been given a clean bill of health for his upcoming heat, but the news was more for Hajime than for him. At this point, he would have to be completely comatose to skip mating with his snarky Alpha. He could fall off the roof and break every single limb on the way down, and it still wouldn't be enough to stop him. He was very, very eager to make Hajime his.
He smirked at the humorous thought of flailing off the roof, then glanced down at his digital watch, shaking his slender wrist to adjust the twisted strap-- Hajime was late. He grit his teeth and tapped a foot on the wooden boards of the veranda to physically unleash his pent up stress. He hated surprises, his Alpha was well aware of it, but the man still insisted on putting him through the ringer with one.
Pack a weekend bag, I'll come and grab you after lunch!
Okay...but where are we going?
You'll see!
Hajime~~
Just be patient! I promise you'll like it.
Maybe he would like it, but that sliver of knowledge didn't do anything to reduce his rampant anxiety. He took great pains to know absolutely everything at all times-- where he was going, what he was going to do once he got there, when he was going to sleep, what he was going to eat. He absolutely detested the unpredictable and unplanned, and surprises landed decisively into that terrifying category.
Five long minutes passed and almost every part of his slender body had started to vibrate with unseen dread. He gaze flickered between his tapping feet and the bright cul de sac in front of him, searching for something to take his mind off of the unknown. He swatted at a stray, copper leaf that fluttered down from their oak tree and let out a puff of hot air. When a dark car purred around the corner and slid to a cruising stop at the curb in front of the yellow house, he narrowed his chocolate eyes and brought a hand to his forehead to shield them from the afternoon sun.
It was certainly an expensive car, even if it wasn't the most recent make and model. The matte black paint job was flawless, a testament to its very careful driver, hidden behind tinted windows. The far door popped open and Hajime stepped out onto the hot pavement and flashed a cheeky smirk that stirred his fluttering heart to life. His previous anxiety washed away-- replaced with satisfaction from the close proximity of his Alpha, and unchecked curiosity from the expensive vehicle.
"Is this yours?" He called in question as he stepped into the yard, lugging his clothing-filled knapsack over a narrow shoulder. He was already fully aware that Hajime came from wealth, the son of a mafia lord certainly would have the leisure, but he didn't realize just how much money the family really boasted. The car was proof in itself-- probably worth more than a small house.
Hajime tilted his head and leaned over the warm roof of the car. "Yeah, it is. It's one of the two things in this world that are actually mine," he paused, flashing another impish grin at his own possessive thoughts. "Well, soon to be three things..."
Oikawa rolled his eyes at the coy insinuation, but couldn't stop his satisfied fragrance from pushing out in powerful waves. "So, this expensive car is yours," he drawled as he opened the passenger door and tossed his bag inside. Then, he leaned over the roof, matching Hajime's brazen stance. "And this priceless Omega is about to be yours..." He said, sensually licking his lips at his groaning Alpha. "What's the third thing, then?"
Hajime popped down his dark sunglasses and rolled back on his heels. "You'll see in a couple of hours."
You'll see. Oikawa's absolutely favorite two words in the entire world. He cinched his lips, tucked himself into the leather passenger seat of the vehicle, and slammed the door shut. The interior was as expensive as the outside and he was grateful for a blast of cool, conditioned air-- and for the deep-seated scent of his Alpha that lurked around the confined cabin.
Hajime followed suit, then turned a silver key in the ignition and the sporty engine hummed to life with a low purr. "You really hate surprises, hey?"
"Yes," Oikawa replied, tight lipped.
"Okay. After this one today," Hajime asserted as he led the vehicle towards the end of the familiar cul de sac. "I promise that there won't be anymore. I'm sorry. This one is just really important. It's just...it's easier to show you."
Oikawa crossed his arms over his chest and glanced at the chipper Alpha next to him. The man was overwhelmingly handsome-- chiseled jaw, with a slightly jaded look that was almost always present on his tanned face. Each time Oikawa looked at him, he somehow grew even more attractive.
"I'm going to hold you to that, Hajime," he challenged, raising a manicured eyebrow. "After this, no more."
Hajime hummed his acknowledgement and pushed down on the pedal, veering through the student packed district with an intense speed that thrummed Oikawa's happy heart-- he loved adrenaline inducing activities.
"I would expect nothing less from such a strong willed Omega that knows exactly what he wants."
***
After leaving the city, they traveled down a well-paved back road for nearly half and hour before arriving at a large, copper electronic gate-- the inanimate keeper of Hajime's mysterious secret. Oikawa rolled down his passenger window in a hurry as they passed through it's metal grating, eager to better smell the natural environment of the outside world.
"What is this place?" He asked as he sniffed at the fresh, country air, admiring the tall forest that was surrounding them on all sides with its autumn colours.
Hajime kept his eyes on the narrow road ahead of them. "My property."
Oikawa jerked his head to the Alpha, flashing him with astonished, chocolate eyes. "I'm sorry, but did I hear that right? Your property?!"
"Yeah," Hajime reiterated in sullen tones-- as if he was reliving an unpleasant memory. "It was one of my grandfather's places. When he got too old to travel, my father started using it for..." He trailed off, dark eyes flickering over to Oikawa before locking back on the front windshield. "Well, for private matters. The kind that needs to be done away from...listening ears and prying eyes."
Oikawa jerked his gaze back to his open window and sucked in a breath. "Oh."
"Yeah. But when my grandfather died a couple years back, he willed it to me. So when my father finally decides to disown me for being an 'impertinent brat,' he can't fucking touch this place. It's legally mine. In my name. Just like my car."
"So, how did you get this, then?" Oikawa asked, tapping a finger on his leather seat in indication.
"My mother, well, my step mother, I guess. She bought it for me on my sixteenth birthday. Put it in my name, too."
Oikawa hummed in understanding. "You think that she wanted to give you something to keep for yourself? Something your dad couldn't take away?"
"That's what I like to tell myself, yeah," Hajime said a nod. "Who knows if that's the truth, though."
They remained in comfortable silence for a few minutes until they turned the corner of a particularly large pack of amber trees. Oikawa's jaw dropped at the quaint sight, hidden behind their leafy depths. A small stone house stood resolute with two brick chimneys jutting out of its damaged shingles. The front of the property was flush with wildflowers and other overgrown bits nature that added to its charming vibe. Beyond, a weathered dock careened out into an expansive crystal lake that sloshed about against the old wood. Its grey, sandy shores slowly shifted into tufts of long grass that held overbearing oak trees, shuttering in the autumn wind.
"I know it's not much..." Hajime drawled as he jerked up the parking break between them. "But it's mine."
"Not much?!" Oikawa exclaimed as he scrambled out of the black vehicle. "Are you..." He trailed off to glance at the cozy lake house, then poked his head back inside the cabin. "Are you insane, Hajime? This place is beautiful!"
Hajime~
After Hajime pulled the bags from the car, he stopped to admire Oikawa's stunning figure for a moment. The lithe boy stood a few meters away, an ocean fragrance wafting off of his body in joyous waves that tousled playfully in the clean air around him. Hajime breathed in the scent as he closed the short distance between them and a happy smile played across his narrow lips. He dropped the light luggage to the moss-infested brick path beneath their feet and pulled his Omega into a tender embrace. He tightened his arms around Oikawa's slender shoulders and inhaled into the crown of chestnut hair, trying to ease his sudden rise of tension. There was a reason his willed lake house had fallen into such a terrible state of disrepair-- being there always brought back bad memories that he wished to forget.
"I'm glad you like it..." He whispered, melting into Oikawa's intoxicating, clean scent. "I haven't been here in years..."
Oikawa purred against his chest. "I'm not a total diva, Hajime. It might surprise you, but I prefer the country. It's clean and natural and lovely in every way that a city isn't."
"Could have fooled me~~" Hajime chirped, smiling against his soft hair.
Oikawa pulled away to flash him a stern look and he chuckled, grabbing the boy's delicate hand in his own. "Come on. I'll show you the inside. And once you see it, I bet you ten bucks that you'll take back everything you've said. The place needed work before I abandoned it. Who knows what horrors we're going to find inside it now."
"I'll take that bet," Oikawa assured and moved up to plant a sweet kiss on his lips. "It can't be that bad. And if it is, we'll clean it up! That should satiate the clean freak in you~~"
Hajime gave Oikawa the full tour-- through four well-furnished bedrooms, absolutely coated in thick layers of dust-- two bathrooms with outdated fixtures and grimy surfaces-- and a once well-used kitchen with a strange corridor that retained remnants of old maid's quarter. Oikawa remained impressed throughout, his eager scent filling the lake house with the sense of familiarity that Hajime knew it sorely needed. He had planned to set them up in the living area, but the expansive room, like everything else in the house, needed a lot of cleaning to make it hospitable.
"What's this?" Oikawa asked, tapping a hesitant toe against a metal hatch in the floor near the center of the room. "Some sort of dungeon I suppose~~"
Hajime snorted. "You're not far off."
At his casual statement, the chestnut boy jumped back, holding a hand to his heart in disbelief. "Are you fucking serious?!"
"Well, no. But also yes," Hajime replied with a sheepish grin, not wanting to vocalize the true depths of Yakuza depravity. "It used to be a bomb shelter during World War Two, my grandfather had it built into the foundation of the house. But when my father took over, he sort of re-fashioned it for..." He trailed off, unsure of what word to use and Oikawa was quick to chime in.
"What, like a Yakuza interrogation room or something?"
He scrunched up his nose at a fleeting, internal image seeping blood and hoarse screams, then pulled Oikawa into another comforting embrace. He didn't like talking about things that opened the darker memory banks of his mind. In his younger days, he had joined his father inside the metal shelter, on more than one occasion. At the time, he didn't know any better-- didn't understand the true nature of the family business he was set to inherit. He was merely a child that wanted to please his domineering father.
"Yeah," he said at last, inhaling Oikawa's comforting scent in sharp breaths. "Screams are pretty muffled inside of a metal box that's buried beneath the earth..."
Oikawa shuddered against his body and he held tighter, clinging onto his Omega for dear sanity. "Jesus," Oikawa whispered, rubbing his back in small circles to console his strained mood. "It's not...still like that...is it?"
"God no," he remarked with a huff of air and kissed the top of the boy's chestnut head. "It was the first thing I fucking changed. It's a wine cellar now. Much more practical if you ask me."
Oikawa's firm hand ran up to his shoulder blades and he felt nails scratch his back through his cotton shirt. "Are you okay?" His Omega asked quietly. "With being here, I mean. Cause we can go somewhere el-"
"No," he interjected, pulling away to look down at Oikawa's angular face. He ran a gentle thumb along the pink scar that snaked up from his cheek and his throat rumbled. "I'll be okay because you're here with me. I kind of want to make some new memories in this place. Ones that I don't have to lock away and pretend never happened."
"Okay, well that I can happily assist you with," Oikawa said with a coy smirk, then pulled Hajime's hand into his own and wandered towards the french doors near the edge of the living room. "Because it would be an absolute shame to banish this amazing view because of some shitty memories."
***
They spent the rest of the remaining daylight hours clearing the main living area of cobwebs and rampant levels dust. Oikawa beat various blankets, cushions, and rugs outside on the back veranda, sending bits of grey dirt to skitter towards the lake on the autumn wind. Hajime pulled, none too gently, a heavy mattress from a nearby bedroom and did the same before plopping it down in front of the rather ancient-looking stone fireplace. They had agreed that clearing out one main room was much easier than a more in-depth clean-- that endeavor could wait until their next visit...when there weren't more important things to do. Hajime didn't give two shits about where he was going to take his Omega, so long as he got to make the chestnut beauty his.
"I've never fucked an Omega in heat," he divulged as the two of them munched on their late evening dinner-- bits of brown toast and tomato soup. "I mean, I think I know what to expect. But like...I honestly have no idea what it's going to be like. I'm pretty fucking stoked, though."
Oikawa swallowed a bite of his buttered toast and smirked. "Well, obviously , I haven't fucked an Alpha in heat, either. So we're kind of on the same page here."
Obviously . If Oikawa had, then they wouldn't inside of Hajime's memory-infused lake house having this pleasant conversation-- the chestnut boy would have already been mated. At that sullen thought, his instincts coiled around his gut and his throat rumbled out with a sudden burst of possession. If Oikawa had mated before they had even met, then he would've staked his claim over the unworthy Alpha in a heartbeat. Oikawa was his. There was no question in his mind. He would not let anyone get in his way. Alpha or otherwise.
"I'm yours, Hajime," Oikawa whispered, smelling his sudden upset. "I'm mating you."
The chestnut boy was suddenly closer, grazing a nose along the scent glands in his neck. "Yes. You. Are." He growled back, inhaling his Omega's oceanic fragrance with renewed vigor. "Mine. You are mine."
"Welllllll," Oikawa said, kissing along the edges of his tense jaw. "My heat is going to hit at any time now. So I hope you're ready...because then I'll really be yours."
Oh, he was ready. He had been ready for weeks. From the very moment he first laid eyes on the beautiful chestnut boy, his Alpha instincts had been eager-- even if he had tried to deny that fact.
Oikawa gracefully pulled out of his possessive grip and he grumbled out from the lack of contact. "What are you doing?" He asked as the boy rifled through his grey knapsack near the crackling fireplace.
"I need to take my birth control," Oikawa lazily replied, tossing two shirts to the side of their plush mattress. "We don't want any little Hajime babies running around~~"
Hajime groaned, his instincts suddenly buzzing at the idea of having offspring. Christ , he thought out with indignation, crushing them back to the abyss. How fucking animalistic...he wanted to fill Oikawa to the brim with his seed at the mere mention of babies.
"Not yet," he asserted in near snarl, unable to keep the feral words from spilling out of his mouth.
Oikawa's chocolate eyes snapped up and he flashed an uncommonly sweet smile. It wasn't his usual cheeky grin, or his knowing smirk that drove Hajime up the wall. It was a warm, inviting smile that sent shivers down his spine with its genuine nature.
"Already thinking about siring my babies hey," he challenged with a raised eyebrow-- slender hand still rifling through the dark backpack. Hajime averted his gaze in shame and the chestnut boy spoke again, this time taking a soft, matter-of-fact tone. "It's okay. I've been thinking about having your babies, too."
Hajime's stomach did a somersault at the honest statement and his throat renewed its hot rumble-- instincts happy and content with the idea. Having his babies. His Omega, swollen with his child. With their child. The mental image was almost too much for him to bear, he wanted to jump his Omega, right then and there.
"But not yet," Oikawa chided, grumbling as he shook his bag upside down to spill out its poorly packed contents into the blankets. "Ah! There's the stupid thing~~"
Hajime watched as he carefully untangled small capsule from a pair of dark joggers and held it up in front of his face, grimacing. The cylinder was long and narrow, and flush with a golden liquid inside its glass case. Oikawa bunched up the ends of his turquoise shirt and lined up the end of the capsule with the pale skin, just above his hip bone.
"I'm told that this part stings," he said through stiff lips and Hajime cocked his head to the side.
"You haven't done it before?" He questioned, eyes fixed on his Omega's shaking hands-- his fragrance was beginning to lace the air with a hidden nervousness.
OIkawa shook his head and gave him a faint smile, trying to feign some confidence. "No. No need to use it before now."
Right. Hajime pulled his knowledge on Omega pregnancies, most of which came from a very, very short lesson that had been taught during his first year of high school. His teacher had reiterated, more than once, that Omega cycles were as straightforward as the gender was-- a subtle stab that had been lost on him until now. Omegas released their eggs once every thirty days or so, triggering a state of heat. At all other times, they were infertile.
Oikawa released a shaky sigh and Hajime wriggled his nose at the Omega's upset-- he hated it. "Do you want me to do it?" He asked as he shuffled over the various blankets atop their makeshift bed. "You're stressed out and its stressing me out~~"
Oikawa closed his eyes and smirked at the playful chirp-- jaw working hard to steady his jitters. Hajime remained silent, waiting patiently as he fought an internal battle with his own pride. "Okay," he relinquished after a few minutes, holding out the strange capsule. "Don't fuck it up, though. We've only got one shot that this."
Hajime gingerly took the vial and met the boy's nervous gaze. "You know," he started in a light-hearted tone, wriggling an eyebrow as he moved to sit beside the quivering Omega. "I have this mental list of all the things that you're scared of..."
"Oh?" Oikawa remarked, his body stiff with nerves. "How very Alpha of you."
"Definitely very Alpha of me," Hajime affirmed, lining up the sharp edge of the capsule with the Omega's smooth skin. "There's not a whole lot on it, by the way, so don't worry. You're pretty tough for such a fluffy looking Omega."
Oikawa snorted at the unsubtle quip, then slightly flinched as Hajime lined up to stab the injector. "I know. I've got beauty, brains, and brawn. I'm a triple threat."
Hajime smiled at the plain statement. The chestnut boy was, irrevocably, a triple threat. Through and through. How the fuck did he land such a fucking catch of an Omega?
"Surprises, emotional confrontation," he listed off, continuing his tactical distraction, and pressed the cold metal into Oikawa's abdomen, stabbing the skin with disappearing, golden liquid. "And now I can add needles to that meager list." Oikawa let out a silent yelp, but his lithe body relaxed when Hajime shook the empty capsule at him. "Done. Easy peasy."
"Thank you. And I am not afraid of emotional confrontations!" The Omega seethed back, snatching the cylinder from his large hand. "That's you. Not me."
"You're right. I am, cause fuck that shit, but it's still staying on my list."
Oikawa frowned, tossing the silver capsule into the orange fire behind him-- flames licking at the glass. "I'm working on it, okay~~"
"I know you are. So am I," Hajime said with a knowing nod and rolled his neck, happy that his Omega's scent was returning to its normal tranquility.
Oikawa narrowed his lids, then sighed again. Another genuine smile flickered across his pale features and Hajime felt his body shudder with sparking energy. "Thanks for doing that. I wouldn't have been able to stab myself with that shit. Heat supressors go in the thigh...soooo much easier than jabbing yourself in the stomach. I mean, who in their right mind wants to do that?"
Hajime rubbed the edge of his jaw and rolled a shoulder. "No problem, baby."
"Oh, gross," Oikawa drawled, swatting playfully at his broad chest. "Don't call me that."
"Why not? I like it. It's sexy."
"It's embarrassing~~"
Hajime growled under his breath and sat back on the mattress, eyeing down his Omega with darkening eyes. "No. Embarrassing is what you're going to be doing tonight," he rumbled, Alpha dominance seeping off of him in droves of fresh intensity. "You're going to show me every single inch of yourself. You're going to be begging for me. You're going to beg for my knot, over and over until you think you can't take it. And then you'll take it even more. That's embarrassing."
Oikawa gulped, quivering with sudden arousal, but held their intense gaze. "You're pretty confident in yourself," he challenged quietly and Hajime loved that the slender boy always found a way to maintain his confidence and pride. "I guess we'll just have to wait and see."
"Oh, I am confident myself. And you will see," Hajime snarled. A subtle whine escaped Oikawa's plump lips, but he pulled back on his growing instincts and gestured down to a half-eaten plate of food. "Now finish eating. You can't survive on a diet of cum."
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