Untitled Part 47
Chapter Forty Seven: Heat
Hajime~
Hajime had nearly finished cleaning the dishes in the cabin's grimy kitchen sink when Oikawa's heat blasted through the house. His large hand crunched down on the soapy, cream coloured plate and it cracked in his heavy grip, scattering chunks of jagged porcelain into the murky water. His pupils immediately dilated to full and he snapped his neck to look towards the living room, lids narrowing over black eyes. He wiped his bloody hands on his grey shirt and strode towards the source of the intoxicating fragrance, throat rumbling in a constant loop of sudden arousal.
As he neared the ornate archway between the two rooms, he stalled in place just beneath it-- stunned by the unchecked force behind Oikawa's heated scent. The Omega was just over ten feet away, quivering and moaning in a keeled over position on the mattress in front of the fire. Hajime sucked in a large breath of warm air and his instincts bashed inside his skull, commanding for him to relinquish control at once.
Then, a wave of a fresh ocean fragrance penetrated his waking mind-- submerging his consciousness in an violent sea of pleasure. The sudden chaos inside his brain had him leaping forward and tearing at his clothes as he closed the distance between them. Oikawa's eyes shot up to meet his own and the boy whined out from deep in his chest, making his desire known-- his desire to be filled completely by Hajime's thick cock.
The Omega didn't even have the chance to wrestle free of his own clothing before Hajime pounced, pushing him down into the soft covers. Hajime grit his teeth as he tore through the back of Oikawa's turquoise shirt, exposing milky skin, dripping with sweat. Then, he ran his large hands up the curve of Oikawa's spine and the boy arched into his touch, mewling into the mattress.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He internally cringed in panic as another bout of Oikawa's heat-filled fragrance washed over him-- flickering his disordered mind between control and instinct. He was beginning to drown, beginning to happily drown in the hot scent. He felt like he was being submerged inside a sensory deprivation tank-- one that was specially made to tune his senses to nothing but Oikawa. The world around him narrowed and became silent. Everything in his peripheral vision washed away, leaving only his Omega and the flickering fireplace beyond them. When he grazed his fingertips over Oikawa's jutting shoulder blades, he stayed his shaking hands and grit his teeth again.
Claim. Claim. Ours. CLAIM. His instincts convulsed inside his skull and snaked through his panting chest. He closed his eyes, black with animalistic desire, and tried to wrestle back some measure of control. He never let his feral nature take over in full-- not if he could help it. The very idea of letting his Alpha inhibitions guide his actions sent shivers down his spine and to his scrunched up toes.
What if they did something that he didn't want to do? That was the danger that lurked behind an Alpha's feral instincts and he had no desire to take part in it. Heat or otherwise.
Even before meeting Oikawa's nest, he had never wanted to be that type of Alpha-- the kind that would chalk their terrible actions up as a slip of their poor Alpha instincts. He had lived his entire life with an important mantra-- hold your nature at bay, always and forever. He had seen, first hand, just how blurry the line became when an Alpha allowed their feral nature to take full control. He had seen his father snap the neck of his only uncle. He had seen Bokuto beat another Alpha into a coma. He had seen Kabuto smash his Omega's face against a steel faucet-- scarring the boy for life.
Nothing good ever came from animalistic, Alpha instincts. Nothing at all.
"H-Hajime..." Oikawa moaned and arched forward, wriggling his hips in a silent plea.
Hajime pulled his hands away from the enticing Omega and clenched them at his sides. His felt his instincts wreath around inside his throat, pulling out a deep growl of pleasure against his will. They were so close, so fucking close to taking over completely. His conscious mind began to panic through his furious arousal and he sucked in large breaths of frantic air-- but Oikawa's heated scent came in with it. He stumbled back, clawing behind himself as he scooted backwards towards a plush ottoman near the sitting area.
Get distance. Get distance. Get distance. He repeated in mantra to himself as he pushed against the roaring beast inside his brain. Space. Space to think. Space from the intoxicating scent. Just one moment of clarity, that was all he needed.
Oikawa whined again, this time much louder, and he looked over his shoulder to glance at Hajime. "Alphaaaaaaaaa," he moaned and shook his hips to assert what he wanted. What he needed. "Please. Please come. Here. I'm empty. I need you."
Hajime groaned at the boy's erotic tone and brought a shaky hand to his forehead-- now slick with tense sweat. He couldn't even explain his emotional turmoil and get some advice from the person he trusted most-- Oikawa was too far gone in his heat to understand anything other than fucking. Hajime blinked slowly, nearly bit through his tongue, and glanced down at the wooden floor. He caught his left hand in his vision, it was still bleeding from his earlier encounter with the poor plate in the sink.
Okay, what the fuck was he going to do?
Oikawa mewled, rocking his narrow hips back in an enticing motion that nearly drove Hajime into another state of violent madness. Fuck. There was no way that he was going to be able to hold out against his animalistic nature. Not with Oikawa's scent, fluttering through the air with intense droves of euphoric desire. Not with the Omega luring him in with lust-filled actions.
He let out a heavy sigh and closed his eyes, mouth set in a hard line of acceptance. If he was going to relinquish control, he was going to do it of his own accord-- he was going to allow them to take over, not lose out to them through force. Hesitantly, he relaxed his conscious mind into a calm tranquility and made peace with the situation. In mere moments, his feral nature took the small advantage and snapped out, consuming every ounce of his waking being. His black eyes shot open and he clamored towards the mattress once more-- this time eager to claim his Omega completely.
Oikawa whined as he approached, whimpering in pleased tones that his Alpha was finally giving him what he desired most. Hajime launched himself onto the mattress and yanked down the boy's black joggers, not even bothering to take them completely off. Then, he tore at Oikawa's soaked briefs, pooled them just below his knees with his joggers, and plunged inside the Omega's inviting sex. A raw and guttural roar burst out of his throat as he pounded into Oikawa's squirming figure from behind. When he felt his cock pulse against the warm walls of his Omega's ass, he grabbed around Oikawa's throat and arched the boy's stomach towards the tangled sheets.
"Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes," Oikawa panted out, his tone growing louder and more frantic with each passing second. "Yes. Yes!"
Hajime roared his satisfaction and bit down on the Omega's pale neck, lapping up the crimson blood with lustful fervor. "You. Were. Made. For. Me." He snarled into Oikawa's ear, then bit down again-- this time on the soft skin of the biy's shoulder blade.
Never, in his entire young life, had he ever felt so alive. Every square inch of his glistening skin what alit with ripples of electric energy-- and they happily zapped between his hard cock and his beating heart. Growling in a continuous loop of pride, he shoved Oikawa's lithe body into the mattress and laid his full weight down against the boy's sweaty back. As he continued to pump into the Omega's slippery sex, he grazed his white teeth along his intoxicating scent glands-- leaving a trail of raised scratches from the harsh contact.
Hajime increased the strength of his grip around Oikawa's throat, nearly choking him into submission, and inhaled until his lungs were about to pop.
There it was.
He was now a complete and utter victim to a deep sea of fresh salt. Oikawa's oceanic scent was flawlessly powerful, with enough force to destroy everything in its wake-- and it was unconditionally his now, forever.
Every inch of Oikawa's milky skin, every pound of the Omega's lithe body, every thought inside of the boy's beautiful mind, was his.
For the first time in his life, Hajime felt completely and utterly at ease with the instinctual control over his body-- his consciousness was too distracted to even care anymore. It was floating in the deep pool of turquoise ocean that had coated every corner of his mind. He was both exhilarated and intensely calm, happily drowning in the watery depths with a wicked smile on his tanned face. Euphoria didn't even come close to describing the rampant emotions he was experiencing. They were something beyond sheer perfection. Something beyond human understanding. They were animalistic and natural and raw-- a pure set of emotions that humans had long since abandoned in their sentience.
Mates.
As he pounded ever harder into his Omega's slick hole, the oceanic fragrance pushed back with twice the force. Suddenly, he understood that he wasn't the one who held the power-- he was just a bystander at the mercy of the chaotic sea that was Oikawa. Every drop of the chestnut boy's intense fragrance was authentic and intoxicating. It roused Hajime's instincts-- inspired them into giving Oikawa what he wanted. In the vastness of the oceanic scent, the fragrance acted as his serene guide-- commanding things of him that he was all too happy to give.
"More. Deeper. More," Oikawa mewled in ecstasy and Hajime obliged, grinding his cock as deep as possible to satisfy his mate. "Yes. Yeeeeeeeeees. That. Yeeeeess."
Unimaginable depth.
Crashing euphoria.
His mate was flawless. Utterly flawless in every way.
As his thoughts devolved into a flurry of admirations for Oikawa, his cock began to grow in size, rearing to knot deep inside the Omega's quivering sex. He bit down once again, this time at the nape of Oikawa's neck, and lapped up the rouge liquid as if his life depended on it. Then, with heavy lids, he jerked Oikawa's head to the side and claimed the boy's mouth with his own, coating the inside of their mouths with the metallic taste of warm blood. Oikawa moaned against his mouth, lips vibrating in a series of aroused whines as Hajime's cock knotted into place-- securing them as a mated pair for all eternity.
As his member swelled, his Alpha scent finally grew large enough to rival Oikawa's ocean, and the two fragrances intertwined in a beautiful mess of sexual energy that pushed his feral nature into sheer madness. He unleashed a booming roar as his knot exploded his hot seed inside Oikawa's tight ass and the air suddenly whooshed down around them-- blanketing them in a heavy musk of their now permanently entangled scents.
The two boys were still for a few moments, panting heavily in a silent delirium as their orgasms subsided. Slowly, the heavy ocean drained out of Hajime's mind and his consciousness stirred from its pleasant contentment.
Oikawa's slim figure was still vibrating beneath his weight and soft ahs of pleasure tumbled out of the boy's lips-- body still in the throes of an orgasm.
"Okay?" Hajime growled in question-- and it was a fucking effort for him to get the single word out of his rumbling throat.
Oikawa filled the silence with a few more faint gasps before responding. "Y-yes. Okay."
The Omega's heated fragrance was still heavy in the air, but it was only lingering remnants-- there were no more fresh waves from his pale skin. Hajime was both relieved and dissatisfied with the realization. Relieved because he needed a break so he could untangle his conscious mind from his overzealous instincts, and dissatisfied because he wanted more.
More pleasure, more connection, more of everything that his mate had to give.
Oikawa's body finally relaxed beneath him and the boy plopped his face into a mess of covers-- mentally exhausted. "We have twenty minutes...I think."
Hajime furrowed his brows and finally won the battle against his rumbling throat, silencing it. "What did you say?" He asked with winded words. "I can't hear you when you're-"
Oikawa rolled his head to the side and smirked his classic smirk-- the one that always left Hajime appreciating his beautiful features and coy mind. "I said that we have twenty minutes," he repeated, still breathless.
"Twenty minutes...?" Hajime said with a groan and he tried, and failed, to hoist himself off of his pinned Omega-- he didn't have the energy to move a muscle.
"Until another bout...I think...twenty minutes," Oikawa sighed out and an sly grin plastered across Hajime's chiseled features. His manicured brows furrowed. "What the fuck...is that look...on your face...?" He panted out, then swatted at the air where Hajime's head had just been.
Hajime dodged another slug and grinned wider. "Complete and utter excitement. Bring it on."
Oikawa~
Oikawa had been fucked in every position, from every angle, for two days straight. His bouts of heat were slowly growing further apart but, much to his dismay, they showed no sign of stopping.
Guess four days was still accurate, fuck me.
"Yo, finish that banana," Hajime barked over his shoulder as he prodding at the glowing fire with a metal rod. "Potassium, you need it."
Oikawa took a large bite and chewed angrily. "You need it."
"I already had mine."
"Yes, I know," Oikawa huffed, admiring Hajime's muscular body out of the corner of his eye. "I was being facetious."
Hajime tossed another log on the warm blaze then turned around and plopped down on their messy mattress. While their little nest was pretty disgusting, covered in sweat and cum, Oikawa was surprised to find that he actually liked the smell. It was comforting, in his heat, to be surrounded by his Alpha's scent-- by his mate's scent.
"When are you not being facetious?" His Alpha remarked, flicking a stray hair from his face.
He nearly shuddered at the loving touch and his heart skipped a beat. "You're right. I wonder how you've lasted this long. My humorous personality can be such a nightmare."
Hajime growled at the self-chastising words and Oikawa wasn't really sure why he had said them in the first place. Was he worried that Hajime was still going to leave him? Even now? Was he really that insecure still?
"You are the absolute furthest thing from a nightmare," Hajime asserted, then tugged Oikawa's slender body into a cradled embrace from behind. "You're the Omega of my fucking dreams."
Oh, god. Oikawa snorted at the awkward, affectionate words, but couldn't stop his stomach from doing a happy somersault in victory. "Gross, Hajime. That's so fucking cringey."
Hajime hummed, then kissed the stop of his head. "I know. It is gross. I can't believe I said it either." Oikawa smirked and took the final, mushy bite of his banana before the Alpha spoke again. "I mean it, though. You know that I like your personality...even if you are a pain in the ass sometimes."
Oikawa tossed the yellow banana peel into the flickering fire, then trailed light fingers over the tanned skin of his mate's thigh. "But my ass, now that is completely unforgettable," he whispered coyly and smiled to himself.
"Oh, completely," Hajime growled in agreement and ran two large hands down the front of Oikawa's exposed chest-- stopping briefly to flick at a pink nipple. "And when you're in heat, fuuuuuuuuuuuck, Oikawa. It's just...indescribable. How long do we get to do this shit for? I can't remember if you told me already, sorry. Your bouts are getting further and further apart, right?"
Oikawa scrunched his nose. "Yeah, I did tell you, I think. It'll probably be around four days, but I'm still not sure. The last time I went through my full heat was also the first time I ever had it."
"Really?"
"Mmm, yeah. Never met someone I loved enough to-"
Did he just said loved? Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
"Did you just say loved?" Hajime growled in question and lightly massaged the suddenly tense muscles between Oikawa's neck and shoulders. "Did I hear that right?"
Oikawa stiffened even further. "No. Nope. You must have heard wrong."
Hajime leaned in close to his ear, so close that he could feel the Alpha's warm breath, tickling the skin on his neck. "I don't think that I did, Oikawa."
Oh for fucks sakes. How long had they known each other? Six weeks? Love should not be in the equation at all! Oikawa shivered and his breath caught in his throat-- six weeks, and he had already mated with the guy. Okay, maybe love was in the equation.
"Okay, let's say, for the sake of this argument, that I did say love," he remarked and stretched his long legs forward on the matress. "And I'm not saying that I did, by the way."
Hajime tapped at the back of his head and Oikawa rolled his hazel eyes-- he could already see the Alpha's coy smirk in his mind's eye. "Yeah, yeah, I know how your little hypotheticals work by now," the Alpha muttered as he happily sniffed at Oikawa's scent glands.
Oikawa rolled his eyes again. "So if I did say love, then..." He trailed off, biting his lip-- almost permanently swollen from all of the fucking he had been doing lately. "What...what would you...think?"
"Oikawa," Hajime replied with a throaty rumble that zapped through Oikawa's navel and right down to his cock. "You really need to ask me that? Come on..."
Yes! Of course he did! Oikawa hated to admit it, hated it more than anything, but he didn't have the self-confidence to see himself as a catch. Hajime was astonishingly attractive-- physically gifted and intelligent, with a dominant scent that left Omegas and Alphas quaking in their boots. Oikawa was...a snarky Omega. That was it, that was what he had going for him.
But there was one silver lining in his story of self-doubt-- he no longer believed that he was a well-used Omega. Not anymore. Not after everything Hajime had said and done for him, not to mention his new alpha roommates. And definitely not after his strange conversation with Kabuto.
But...Hajime could still do way better...maybe he would come to see that...eventually.
"Fuck. Would you stop thinking like that!" Hajime snarled and whipped Oikawa around to face him. "You're fucking beautiful, inside and out."
Oikawa blushed and swatted at the Alpha's extended hands. "Stop being so mushy, please. I'm going to vomit~~" Hajime rolled his eyes and feinted him to the left, then used his right hand to flick him in the forehead. "Ow, Hajime! What the heck!"
"I'll stop when you stop forcing me to do it," the Alpha mumbled, dark eyes locked on Oikawa's flushed face.
Oikawa ran a hand up the long length of his new scar, then huffed out and dropped it back down to his lap. "Beautiful with this ugly thing on my face, eh?"
"Yes."
"I don't think that-"
In an instant, Hajime burst forward and pinned Oikawa beneath his weight. "You're an absolute catch. And you're all mine. No one else will ever have you. I won't let them. Not ever," he asserted in a soft and threatening snarl that left him shivering into the blankets. "Mine. My mate."
Oikawa sucked in a breath of his mate's domineering scent and closed his eyes. "There are a lot of Omegas out there, Hajime."
You never know.
"None. None like you," Hajime whispered, seemingly hurt by the insinuation.
The Alpha's unblinking eyes were so intently fixed on Oikawa's face that his stomach was lurching in discomfort. He tore his hazel eyes away, looking off to the side at the orange fire. "You don't know that..."
"I DO KNOW THAT," Hajime roared, baring teeth in his face. "I KNOW IT COMPLETELY."
Oikawa flinched, but made no other move and every inch of his body was hit with sparks of energy. They weren't sexual in nature, they were tender and loving. Hajime's scent pooled over their forms-- promising him everything that his self-doubt had been keen on blocking away.
Hajime was his mate. Hajime loved him. And he was angry with Oikawa for insinuating that he would want someone else-- it was an insult to his credibility as a partner and a mate.
"I'm...sorry," Oikawa gulped and moved a shaky hand to caress Hajime's tense jaw. "I...didn't mean that the way it came out. I...I...I love you, Hajime."
Fuck, saying that was hard. While the words were honest, they still felt like poison on his tongue-- uncomfortable and awkward.
"If you hate saying it so much," Hajime put forth and plucked Oikawa's chin between two deft fingers. "Then you'd better start building up a bit of confidence. Cause I'd like to be one of those couples that doesn't need to say it at all. They just know it, implicitly."
"Yeah, that would be preferential," Oikawa murmured, melting into his mate's possessive scent. "I'll work on it...I promise."
"Good," Hajime barked, but remained in place-- still pinning Oikawa into the soft mattress.
"Um, Hajime? You want to get off or..."
"No," the Alpha growled and ran a finger over his scarred cheek. "Another bout. Soon."
What?! He blinked rapidly as he internally searched for any sign of heat. His mind was still clear as day and his sex was-- well...it was wet. But not because of his heat! It was because his cheeky, bastard mate was talking about love and enveloping him in a strong, possessive fragrance.
"I don't think--" He started to respond, but was cut short with a low snarl.
"It. Is."
No, it wasn-
Suddenly, his world narrowed-- blinding him to everything but his mate. His mind was flooded with a cloudy mess of arousal and his abdomen tensed as he scrunched his toes. A gush of wet slick pooled beneath his ass, soaking into the poor mattress below.
Alpha. Fill me. Please.
In that moment, nothing else mattered anymore.
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