Untitled Part 50
Part Five: Unique Affairs
Chapter Fifty: Broken at the Seams
Oikawa~
(Tuesday evening, present day)
Hajime pulled the car up to the curb in front of their yellow home and cut the purring engine. Dusk had fallen upon the neighborhood and Oikawa found himself relieved to be back with his nest. He loved his new mate with every ounce of his being, but there was no replacing his lifelong Omega friends-- they provided a unique sense of comfort that Hajime couldn't. Perhaps it was greedy, but he wanted them both by his side.
"I have to admit," Hajime remarked as he pocketed his keys and pushed open the car door. "I'm going to miss fucking you into oblivion..."
Oikawa rolled his hazel eyes, but his heart sped up inside his chest at the honest statement. "Oh, there's always next month to look forward to..." He trailed off, then shifted in his leather seat to poke the Alpha in the shoulder. "But next time, you are not tying me to the entrance of that...interrogation room of terror...and getting a killer blowjob out of me! Why on earth did you-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know. And it was a killer blowjob, by the way," Hajime interjected, then moved in to plant an unsuspecting kiss on Oikawa's parted lips. "But now I have a better memory of the place! I can look at that trap door and think about how you-"
"Oh, goddammit," Oikawa grumbled and crossed his long arms over his chest. His mate might not look like it at first glance, but he was a cheeky bastard, through and through.
Hajime's brown eyes widened and he brought a hand to his heart, feigning innocence. "What?!"
Oikawa rolled his eyes and huffed out a bit of frustrated air. "How am I supposed to argue now that you've said something like that!"
The Alpha smirked-- the classically, irritating smirk that churned Oikawa's insides with instinctual hunger for the man. "That was my intention."
***
Oikawa was unsurprised to hear that Suga and Daichi were still on the rocks. He had been Suga's friend for a long time and he knew full well that the boy was both stubborn and ambitious in his cause-- a dangerous combination for any Alpha that crossed his path. Oikawa had tried to talk with his silver nestmate many times over the next few days, he had even approached the topic with uncharacteristic care, but Suga had avoided his pestering with professional ease.
It was abundantly clear to him, and to all of the yellow housemates, that Suga was both emotionally damaged and pained. The boy's scent was almost non-existent and his eyes were dull and lifeless-- even when he plastered a grin on his pale face they remained ambivalent.
Oikawa had joined Miyo for tea at her home, mere hours after he had arrived back in town, to discuss the tragic state of affairs, but the woman merely shook her head and granted him with a pensive smile of her own. While she had pulled Suga out of his frantic head space the previous Friday, she said that she couldn't convince the boy to reconcile his feelings with Daichi. Suga was too tenacious for his own good.
"Time will heal all wounds," Miyo had said with a unconvincing nod. "Daichi is a good man and if Suga doesn't see that, then it is his loss. We have to allow him to make his own mistakes."
Oikawa had been skeptical-- his professor rarely passed up the opportunity to involve herself in the affairs of her nest. "You really believe that? Really?"
"No...but we don't have any other options. Believe me, I have tried everything I can think of short of threatening him with a weapon! All we can do is show that we are here for him. If he decides that he needs to talk about it, then we'll be there."
Oikawa knew that his professor was correct. No matter how much they wanted to fix Suga, to fix his own stubborn mistakes, they couldn't-- not if the boy refused to listen to reason.
For a brief moment while he sat at the dining table on Friday evening, going over his class notes as his housemates bustled around him, he was hit with a sudden wave of panic. He had been so honed in of Suga's state of mind of late that he found himself suddenly lost in a daydream-- one where he was in Suga's position, imagining his life without Hajime. His heart abruptly lurched and his breath hitched in his throat as he tried to stay his shaking hands underneath the table. He wasn't sure how long he remained in his frantic state, but a warm and familiar scent eventually washed over him and he felt two broad arms embrace him from behind.
"Are you okay...?" Hajime whispered as grazed his nose over Oikawa's scent glands. "You're upset..."
Oikawa felt his body relax into his mate's protective scent and his frantic thoughts floated away into oblivion. "Yeah, sorry. I'm fine...I'm just thinking about some stuff. Thanks for checking in."
"Mmm, how could I not when you smell so frantic? I could smell you from the third floor. You're thinking about Suga, again."
Oikawa smirked at his Alpha's uncanny ability to read his scent and sighed. "Yeah. He thinks that he's hiding his feelings from us, but he's not. He's-"
"Absolutely lifeless," Hajime interjected before inhaling into the crown of Oikawa's head. "Daichi's in a bad state, too."
"I take it that your little Alpha pep talk with him today didn't go so well, huh?" Oikawa remarked as he flipped over the page of his organic chemistry book, trying to distract himself from the sad topic of the conversation.
"No. No it did not. He's dejected and stubborn."
"Two stubborn boys...so he's a mess too, then?"
"Just as bad as Suga is. And just as bad at hiding it."
Oikawa sighed again, this time heavier and more defeated. "Fuck," he said and rolled his head back to glance up at his Alpha's chocolate eyes. "I don't want to talk-"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore, either," Hajime interrupted, finishing the sentence with casual ease. "So let's not. Let's go and grab a burger from campus. It's Friday night, we should live it up a little."
"Oh, I hardly think that going out to a burger joint constitutes as living it up," Oikawa remarked and wriggled an eyebrow. "Especially for a playboy such as yourself."
Hajime raised a finger and wagged it in the air. "Former playboy, remember? Now let's go," he said as he reached past Oikawa to close the heavy textbook on the oak table. "It's getting late, I'm hungry, and there's nothing to eat in this god forsaken place. Yuji and Tanaka are such gluttons."
Keiji~
Keiji walked down the sidewalk alongside Suga, with Yachi and Yamaguchi trailing behind them under the warm, afternoon sun. Suga was still a grey mess of melancholy and, aside from going to class, he had been holed up in their nest room for the entire week. Keiji had even shrugged off Bokuto's Friday evening advances to join his silver friend for the night, but he had failed to get the boy to discuss anything of merit. Instead, they had studied for their Latin Literature final, then fell asleep in a mess of cuddles. When Keiji had woken the following morning, he had at least convinced Suga to accompany him to the waterfront park on the edge of the residence district. The kid needed to get a bit of sun, he was as pale as a cancer patient and had the scent to match.
"Do you think the questions will be reading comprehension? Or memorization?" Suga pondered quietly, almost to himself, as they padded along the warm pavement. "Or maybe they will be-"
"Probably reading comp," Keiji asserted as they neared the green expanse. His gaze flickered behind him to ensure that Yachi and Yamaguchi had not trailed too far behind, then he raked it back to the park-- smiling briefly at the glittering ocean waves that lay beyond sandy shores.
"You think so?" Suga asked softly, looking at him will dull eyes that left his heart aching.
"Yeah. Now can we not talk about school anymore? I need a goddamn break," he replied as they made their way across the well-kept field. The park was sparsely populated, many of the University students were on campus attending the basketball finals, but the few that remained behind were playing their own recreational sports on the short grass. Most of them were Alphas, but Keiji knew that there was safety in numbers-- and in the daylight. "Let's hole up here for a bit," he said as he gestured at a red-painted bench that was situated along the paved walkway. He wanted to enjoy the afternoon breeze a bit, and the ocean always made it smell more fresh.
Suga gracefully took a seat, eyes lingering on the calm sea that lay beyond the brick retaining wall in front of them. "Nice day out," he murmured, craning his head back to look up at an overarching cherry blossom tree. "Thanks...for getting me out of the house. I, uh, needed it, I think."
Keiji snickered at the careful honesty and plopped down next to his silver friend on the hard wood of the bench. "Yeah, you did need it. You look like shit, you know that?"
"I feel worse," Suga replied with a quiet, shaky laugh. "Believe me."
"Oh, I believe it."
It's your own fault -- Keiji wanted to say it. He wanted to chastise the silver boy for his choices, for his shitty actions, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Suga's deathly scent churned his gut, he didn't want to make the boy to lose himself any more than he already had. "Hey, Yachi," he called over his shoulder, smelling the girl's approach. "You've got a final on Monday too, right?"
Yachi rounded the red bench to stand in front of him, with Yamaguchi following suit a few moments later. "Yeah, but my tests are all online, as usual. I think it will be a piece of cake!" She remarked with a sweet smile and waved her small hand in the air to illustrate her victory. "I'm more concerned about Yuji. He's...not very good at studying."
Keiji rolled his eyes and yawned. "On that, we can relate. Bokuto is terrible at school, too," he agreed, then smirked at Yamaguchi's unsuspecting figure. "Hey lucky you, Yams. Tsukishima is suuuuuch a bookworm."
Yamaguchi's freckled face flushed crimson and his dark eyes widened considerably. "Tsuki's...he's not...we're not...shut up, Keiji!"
Yachi laughed a sing song laugh, one that Keiji missed hearing, and he made a mental note to thank Yuji for pulling his shy nestmate out of her slump. "Yams, I'm just bugging you. Don't be so..." He trailed off as a sudden scent pushed into his waiting nostrils.
Slowly, he turned his head towards the undeniable source of the too-sweet fragrance and sucked in a breath of panic. Suga met his gaze, his deathly pale skin was flushed and his hazel eyes were swirling with a fog that Keiji knew all too well.
He shot up from the bench, cringing his nose at the onslaught of Suga's abrupt onset of heat. "What the fuck did you- Are you kidding- Did you not take your suppressants?!" He barked, anger swirling inside his chest at his nestmate's irresponsible behavior. If Suga's scent hadn't been so small and dejected, he would have been able to smell some early signs of heat. "Do you know how much trouble we're all in if you go into a state of-"
"I...I took them!" Suga panted in reply, keeling over onto his own lap on the bench. "I...swear...to you...Keiji. I took...them! I...don't know what's...happening."
Keiji's eyes narrowed, but he believed Suga's admission. The silver boy was always concision and careful of his heat cycles, why would he suddenly forget his medication now? Fuck, he thought to himself as he met Yachi's nervous gaze, what the fuck were they going to do? His mouth set in a hard line and he raked his gaze over the expanse of the park-- praying that Suga's intoxicating scent hadn't caused any unwanted attention already. In mere milliseconds, he went through their very small list of options. He knew that they definitely needed to call for backup, but they needed to find somewhere safe to hole up, or they would be dead in the water before the help even had a chance to arrive. They couldn't bring Suga back to the house without a vehicle, the sidewalks were littered with Alphas and there were no connecting alleyways for them to use to sneak by. They couldn't very well stay there, in the middle of a modestly populated area.
Where to go...
His eyes darted over every single area of the park around them, searching for a secure place to find cover. They could go down to the beach and hope that they could remain out of the range of any unfamiliar and unmated Alphas-- people seemed to stay off the beach so late in the fall season, right? He had nearly vocalized the idea when a group of Alpha joggers entered his line of sight, their runners flicking up chunks of sand in the ocean breeze.
Fuck, he thought again and grit his teeth, biting the edge of his tongue in the process. As he swallowed a mixture of spit and blood, he spun on his heels to look over the green expanse behind the bench. His eyes landed on a small, metal shed that housed the grounds keeping effects and he clenched a small fist at his side. He had already considered the shed as an option, but had decided that it was better as their last resort. The small building, if you could call it that, was closer to the more populated areas of the park than he would have liked. Plus, a pack of three Alphas were no more than ten meters away from it, tossing around a football on the grass. From where he and his nestmates were situated, the men were out of range of Suga's scent, but he knew that it wouldn't last long. The silver Omega's heat was in its earliest stages and it would only grow more powerful with each passing second. They were between a rock and another rock-- they could risk their safety now by sprinting to the shed, or risk it later when Suga's scent became conspicuous.
"The maintenance shed..." Yamaguchi whispered through gritted teeth, dark eyes flickering between the metal structure, Keiji, and Suga.
"Best bet?" Keiji questioned in rushed tones as he hauled Suga's limp body to a standing position. Suga fell into his embrace and he could feel the blistering heat radiating off the boy's sweaty skin.
"Yes," Yachi hissed, small frame visibly shaking with either adrenaline or fear. "I think so..."
Omega's might be weak when attacked in their own homes, in the places they felt most unguarded, but in the public world, Keiji knew that he and nestmates understood how to work together. They knew how to make quick, life depending decisions on a dime-- no matter how timid or nervous they were as a person.
"Here," Keiji said as he gestured at Yamaguchi for assistance. "Help me get him on my back...a piggy back...yeah...lift him like that. Suga we're going to get you somewhere safe, don't worry about-"
"I'm...sorry," Suga interrupted, lips close to Keiji's left ear. The words rolled off his tongue with a lustful moan, but Keiji could hear the anger and self-castigation beneath the aroused tone. "Leave...me...just...leave...me."
Keiji shrugged Suga further up his body and gripped beneath the boy's knees to hold him in place. "Shut up, Suga. We're not leaving you."
"You...need...to-"
"I said shut up," Keiji snapped again, then straightened to his full height. Both Yamaguchi and Yachi were visibly shaking and their scents were growing wild with anxiety. He needed to take control and set a plan in motion before it was too late-- they were lucky that they hadn't drawn any unwanted attention already with such unhinged scents. "Go over there. Cautious and quiet. Make sure it's open. If it is, go inside and be ready to lock the door the second, and I mean the exact second, that I get over there with Suga. Got it? And make sure you rein in your scents a bit."
Yamaguchi nodded, his mouth set in a hard line. "If it's not? If it's locked?"
"Then you sprint your goddamn asses back to the house and get help," Keiji hissed, now sweating from the heat of Suga's body. "And I'll figure something out."
Yachi's eyes widened and a fresh wave of shivers ran up her body. "There has to be-"
"No time. Go," Keiji barked out in command, ignoring Suga's quiet and continuous pleas to leave him behind.
They were a nest. They belonged together. They relied on each other. They would never leave one of their own behind, no matter the circumstances.
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