Untitled Part 59
Chapter Fifty Nine: Promises
Suga~
Suga only knew that he had been in heat for four days because Miyo had told him so. Or at least, he was pretty sure that Miyo had mentioned it. Admittedly, he was having trouble telling the difference between dreams and reality in his haze. Time was a disorienting mess for him. He couldn't help but bring himself to climax hundreds of times, even though he knew that it was all but useless. He would get no relief from his fingers alone.
He hadn't gone through heat since his very first bout as a teenager, and fuck, he prayed to whatever god had the time to listen that he would never have to go through another one again. He had forgotten just how agonizing the entire ordeal was-- forgotten that there was such a thing as feeling too much pleasure. He felt like every nerve ending in his body was chalk full of built up electricity. He couldn't bear the feel of clothing. When the fabric rubbed up against him, even just a little bit, it felt like someone was going in on his skin with bristly toothbrush. It was supremely agitating to a maddening degree and, the more it happened, the more sore his skin became. He had shed his clothing the very second he had been settled inside of Miyo's guest room, and it wasn't long before he had the mind to strip the bed of all covers, save from the base sheet that clung to the mattress.
For days, he laid atop to stripped bed, tossing and turning as his head swam around of a pit instinctual desires. At first, they had kept all of their focus on his need to be filled-- his need for an Alpha knot inside his aching sex. He imagined presenting himself to an Alpha as he used his fingers to fill his soaked hole, but it was never enough. He had even raided Miyo's guest bath in a feverish frenzy, looking for objects that were of similar size and shape to an Alpha cock. They didn't help, either. His body still burned on with the same intensity, only now, both he and his bed were coated in his own sweat and cum.
Somewhere along the line, perhaps a few hours into his heat, or maybe even days-- he really didn't know for certain-- his instincts began to shift their attention away from generic libido. They turned their moaning sights inwards, raking over his recent life choices with a fine tooth comb that hurt his brain. His lustful cravings still remained, but they were now accompanied by a vengeful, bitter inner voice. One that seemed to gain a lot of pleasure from tearing into his conscious mind.
More specifically, from tearing into his decision to reject Daichi as his mate.
He had battled with the inner voice, his Omega instincts, long before his heat had come to pass, but they had been more muted then. Admittedly, he had almost lost out to them once before, but Miyo, and a bit of much needed sleep, had helped snap him back to his senses. In his current state, heat-bound and disoriented by animalistic lust, he was utterly powerless against them-- and they were very, very angry with him.
Although his mind had been a foggy mess throughout, he still retained some memory of the events at Waterfront park. He knew that Keiji and his other nestmates had made some snap decision that had saved him early on in his heat. He also remembered smelling a ton of feral Alphas, as well as the scent of metal and earth, and a bit of Alpha spray. He didn't really recall any of his time spent inside the maintenance shed, other than a few lingering images of Keiji's frantic voice. He did, however, remember every single millisecond, in great detail, after hearing Daichi's incapacitating roar.
And his Omega nature was more than happy to torture him with those memories.
In all their rage and sadistic humor, they saw fit to replay the happenings, over and over inside his mind's eye until he was at the brink of insanity. He really wasn't sure what was worse-- touching himself to images of Daichi saving him. To the Alpha he had rejected, possessively roaring out for him. Or, touching himself to mental images of the Daichi's heartbreaking smile-- the silent acknowledgment that they would never be together.
You know what that smile said? His instincts whispered inside his skull as his pushed his shaking fingers deeper inside of his own, aching sex. He already knew the answer. He had known it since the very moment he had seen the forlorn expression on Daichi's face. The realization had even brought tears to his eyes, and he had called out to the Alpha through his heated haze. He had tried to explain that he was wrong, and that he wanted them to be together, but Daichi had all but ignored him-- shuffling him inside Miyo's car without a second look. The Alpha didn't even want him anymore. The man couldn't forgive everything he had done to ruin them.
"No...no," he whispered out loud, pleading for his instincts to stop their mindful torture. He couldn't bear to hear it-- couldn't bear to hear the truth.
It said...I wish that you were mine to hold, but you've ruined everything. It's over between us, forever. You saw to that.
"Stop it...just stop... please," he whined out into the mattress, warm tears coating the stained sheet beneath his face. His body was a frenzied pool of passion, but his gut felt like a hard stone of guilt and regret. The conflicting emotions were tearing him to shreds, bit by bit.
Look at what you've done. You've made an absolute fool of us...now we're not worthy of an Alpha like him.
Suga hiccuped, a combination of a lustful moan and a heavy sob from deep within his chest-- they were right. "Enough... please ...that's enough...please STOP."
You're not worthy of a man like him.
As his Omega instincts murmured out the hostile remark, Suga climaxed, spilling his seed onto the stained mattress beneath his sweaty stomach. He momentarily relaxed, quivering as his orgasm subsided, then the lustful burning started up again with a vengeance. With it, came yet another round of mental torture. On and on it went, until his sobs were no longer accompanied by tears-- his body too worn to produce them anymore.
No matter how hard he pleaded against his Omega instincts, they refused to let up. His conscious mind knew that they were correct, that he shouldn't have rejected the one person he held closest to his beating heart, yet they still pushed onward with their whispering tortures. His agony continued, right up to the very moment he heard a heavy knock at his door-- accompanied by the sweetest, most intoxicating fragrance that he had ever smelled in his life. His Omega instincts called out to the nearby Alpha that was oh so familiar , clamoring for the source of the perfect, masculine scent.
Their salvation. His salvation. At long last, an end to his suffering.
Daichi~
"Daichi... please," Suga begged, his hoarse voice ringing out from beyond the door, cracked and dry. "I can't...I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. PLEASE."
Every part of Daichi's body wanted to break through the wooden barrier between them and claim Suga as his own, but he forced himself to think clearly. He had stayed outside on the back veranda for nearly an hour, repeating his internal mantras to steady his own conviction. Suga had made it very clear that things between them were finished. He had to respect that. Even his own instincts, in all their fury, had made it clear that the two of them were done. The stars just didn't pan out and, while it was tragic, he was coming to accept that they were never going to be together. He knew, deep down that he had to respect the Omega's wishes, even if he believed them to be wrong.
"I take back everything I said! Okay? Okay?!" Suga pleaded in a frantic voice that pulled at Daichi's heartstrings. His Omega was in obvious emotional pain, and perhaps even physical pain with his heat lasting at long as it had. His instincts wanted to quell that agony, but Daichi shoved them back with everything he had. "Please...end this for me...I can't keep doing this. It hurts...Daichi...it hurts," Suga continued, his voice half-moan, half-sob.
Daichi nearly punched through the door, hearing the pleading words, desperate and fanatical, coming from the other side. He closed his fists at his sides, white knuckles flexing until they felt like they were about to pop. He wouldn't allow Suga to make a life changing decision from such an emotionally damaged place.
He wouldn't.
He couldn't...could he?
Fuck...NO! He internally barked at his sneaky instincts, beginning to coil around in his brain with their desires, and shook his head to reassert his conscious control. Suddenly, he realized that he was mere moments from slipping into a pool of his eager feral nature. He thought that he would have more time-- more time to talk some sense into Suga and plea his case. Instead, he had just stood there, in front of the door, without uttering a single word.
His feral nature reared its head again and, for a brief moment, Daichi saw disorienting stars. This version of his instincts was different than the ones that had taken control of him at Waterfront. These ones were wild, barbaric even, in their desire to lay a claim on the Omega just a few meters away from him. In that moment, Daichi finally understood everything that had happened to him, four days earlier at Waterfront. In Miyo's home, Suga was safe. Inside the brown bungalow, there was no risk of him being claimed by another Alpha. Here and now, there was no need to prioritize the Omega's welfare over Daichi's own animalistic needs. Here and now, his instincts could set their sights on claiming what they felt was rightfully theirs.
Understanding that, Daichi immediately decided that he needed to leave the vicinity. He would have to leave Suga to his own, painful devices, before his feral nature had the chance to snap out and do something that they would both regret.
As if Suga had heard the internal thoughts, his strained voice carried through the door once more. It was dripping with lust and unbent desperation. "Please don't go... please. I need you here...I need you with me. "
HE NEEDS US, Daichi's instincts snapped out, biting chunks of his conscious mind away in their eagerness. Suga's intoxicating scent coyly seeped through the towels stacked around the door and fluttered up his dry nostrils-- the final nail in the coffin for his brief internal conflict. Fight back as he did, his mind suddenly exploded into a million different pieces, scattering the logical side of him to the wind. He plowed through the oak door, breaking through the lock with a abrupt burst of strength. His void-like eyes, black and savage, narrowed at the sight of the Omega near the stripped bed-- naked and quivering in a pool of slick. He crossed the messy room in milliseconds, yanked the smaller boy up by the wrists, and pushed him hard against the wall-- pinning his small hands high above his body.
With his free hand, Daichi lined up his pulsing cock with Suga's dripping sex and ungracefully shoved the full length inside. Suga moaned into the plaster as he roughly thrust from behind, setting a vicious and forceful pace. His conscious mind quickly clouded over with a fog of instinctual fury-- destructive and vengeful in its quest for ownership. All of his previous resignations over Suga's decisions burst out at the seams of his mind, translating into uncharacteristically harsh actions. He had always wanted their coupling to be tender and gentle, but he had spent the last two weeks suppressing his resentment for the silver boy. Now, with Suga's overbearing fragrance rousing his feral nature, he couldn't hold the bitter emotion in check any longer.
He leaned in close to Suga's scent glands, not to smell as he so often had in the past, but to lay an unnecessary claim that was both painful and animalistic. He needed to mark his Omega. He needed a physical imprint on the boy that would ground his frantic thoughts in reality-- something to show that Suga was his and that the Omega could never leave him again. The conscious side of Daichi knew that it was a ridiculous notion, but that fleeting thought was all but lost to his distraught feral nature.
His Alpha instincts wanted visible signs of ownership...and he couldn't refuse them.
He wanted those signs, too.
He grazed his white teeth over the soft flesh between Suga's neck and shoulder, then bit down hard on the pale skin. Crimson blood quickly pooled inside his mouth, coating his tongue with its metallic warmth. He didn't even care to lap at the fresh wound to ensure that it would heal quickly. Instead, he moved a few inches to the left and did the same thing again, this time harder and accompanied by a vicious thrust of his cock. Suga moaned against the plaster in front of them, both in pain and pleasure, but the sound didn't register in Daichi's roaring ears.
He increased his one-handed grip on the Suga's delicate wrists, throat rumbling in a constant loop of possession. Deep down, he knew that the Omega's porcelain skin was going to bruise under his heavy grasp, but he didn't care in the slightest. His instincts were wild in their actions and he didn't have the power to claw back to reality. He rammed his dick further inside Suga's moist hole, again and again, until he felt his knot begin to form deep inside. His Omega squirmed against him, grinding the thick cock deeper inside himself, and Daichi quickly spilled his seed from the heightened pleasure.
He let out a guttural roar as he climaxed-- half victorious, half upset. Everything between them felt carnal and emotionless-- he absolutely hated it. He hated it even more that he couldn't prevent it from happening. There was no shared ecstasy between them as their scents intertwined together for eternity, whooshing around them as they permanently coalesced. There was no mutual pleasure to be had when his instincts were in such a frantic state of desperation. His mind was too far gone in its Alpha fury. Too angry with the Omega's previous rejection of him as a mate. Too far lost in Suga's rampant scent to retain even a single shred of control over his animalistic nature.
His cock only had a few moments to shrink down before it stood at full attention again-- influenced by the continued bout of Suga's heat. He grit his teeth and roughly spun the boy around, taking a moment to look down at the quivering Omega through dilated pupils. Then, he hoisted Suga up against his body, wrapped his slender legs around his own hips, and slammed the boy's back against the wall.
Suga gasped a sudden breath of air, winded from the heavy impact, and clawed out at Daichi's broad shoulder blades. Still, he moaned out his lust and began to hump his stretched hole downwards for Daichi's swollen cock-- hazel eyes wide and frenzied. Daichi snarled in the boy's ear, a guttural noise to assert some unnecessary dominance, and thrust his hips upwards to re-enter the slick sex with ease. He could feel his previously spilled seed sloshing around with each plunge and, each time he pulled his member out, it dribbled down to the hardwood beneath them in a pool of clear liquid.
Another distraught whine escaped Suga's chapped lips as Daichi grazed his teeth along the boy's collar bones-- leaving scratchy trails of cut up flesh. He shoved his pulsing cock painfully deeper, instincts coiling around in a state of sheer madness, and bit down again. This time, on the side the boy's tender scent glands. Almost immediately, his senses were assaulted with a more vigorous and pure wave of Suga's powerful scent. The main source of which, being more of the boy's fragrant blood that pooled on his eager tongue.
Claim. Claim. Claim.
More. More. More.
His feral nature screeched at him, guttural and jarring inside his ears, and he pounded into his Omega with renewed intensity. He was desperate spend his seed inside of his mate again-- to mark the boy with more of his Alpha scent. Suga's lithe body jutted up and down in his arms with each cruel thrust, narrow back bashing against the hard plaster behind him. He moaned out, sobbing without tears as Daichi's cock hit up against the deepest point of his moist sex. Still, his heated scent swirled about in unchecked lust-- masking the pain.
Daichi still held no care for his aggressive hold on Suga's lithe body, and he certainly didn't feel the need to slow down for the boy's sake. He was still so angry-- so fucking angry with the Omega for ending things between them. He was enraged at the boy for betraying his trust.
He was furious-- furious with the Omega denying the soul-connection that they both knew they had shared.
He was resentful-- resentful of Suga for shattering their loving bond into a million pieces, and scattering it to the wind.
Do not let him get away again...Daichi's instincts whispered inside his brain, pushing him further into regions unchecked panic. He couldn't lose the silver Omega. No, no, no, no, no! Not again! His fragile heart wouldn't hold up a second time. He would rather die than let that happen.
As he reared up to knot again, his teeth clamped down on the shallow flesh that covered his Omega's heart-- claiming it as his own with white fangs. Almost immediately, Suga screamed out his agony and writhed around against Daichi's tense body, clawing at his back with sharp nails. Daichi held him in place with strong arms and snarled into his ear-- commanding subservience.
When Daichi finally spilled his seed, the sheer volume of it filled Suga's raw sex to capacity. The remaining liquid dripped down the boy's quivering legs and joined the puddle that was already on the floor. It wasn't long before Suga's heated scent spun away, leaving only lingering remnants in the hot air around them. Daichi abruptly dropped Suga down to the hardwood, as if he was discarding something away in a hurry, and turned to walk over to the bed. His mind was a cavern of foggy thoughts-- he knew that he needed to find himself again. He needed to untangle his conscious mind before anything more happened between them. If he was going to be successful, then he needed a bit of distance from his new mate-- if only for a moment.
He wasn't sure how long he laid there for, atop the bare mattress with a large hand over his brown eyes. Slowly but surely, the grey fog inside of his mind rolled back and his conscious thoughts rang through. His instincts were still roaring out their victory, but they were beginning to roll back in waves of new shame.
They had wanted to mate the silver Omega...but not like this.
They had been forced into a frantic position...desperate to make the silver boy theirs...no matter the cost.
And the cost had been great.
Slowly, Daichi rolled his neck to the side and noticed that Suga had moved to lie on the bed a few feet over. He blinked away his how tears, eyes taking in the damage that had been done to the trembling figure. In that moment, he knew that he was every bit the monster he had so desperately tried not to be.
The slender Omega was curled up on his side, facing away, and Daichi took in a sharp breath when he saw the extent of the boy's injuries. His pale back was smeared with dried blood and the angry wounds, running up from his shoulders to his neck, were still seeping the crimson liquid. His shoulder blades already retained the early markings of deep bruises from where Daichi had repeatedly slammed him into the plaster. His delicate wrists fared no better. Further down, the ring of his sex looked swollen and raw-- still dripping ample seed onto the white sheets beneath him.
Daichi rolled his head back to look up at the smooth ceiling, unable to stomach the sight any longer. He simultaneously wanted to vomit, run away, and sob. This wasn't at all what he had wanted. He had known that he wouldn't be able to control his pent up rage-- he should have known better. He should never have come there. He should never have put himself in a position where Suga's heated state could egg on his feral nature.
But the circumstances surrounding it no longer mattered, anymore. He had come there, of his own accord. The truth of the matter was, he had done his Omega harm. At that tragic thought, he ground his teeth together, nearly biting through his tongue in the process. He swallowed, tasting lingering remnants of Suga's metallic blood and internally cringed. He hated himself, truly hated himself, for treating the silver boy in such a violent and careless manner. Warm tears pooled in his glassy eyes and he tried to blink them away again, but failed miserably. "Suga..." He whispered, his voice hoarse, and he brought his large hand back to his face, shielding his watery eyes in shame. "I...I'm..."
"It's okay..." Suga murmured in reply, still facing away. His body tensed, curling further in on itself as he spoke. "I knew...I knew what I was getting into...with all of this. I knew...how confused and angry you were. But I still..."
Daichi blinked slowly under his hand and a few stray tears rolled down his tense cheeks. "No. It's not okay. I shouldn't have done that to you. I should never had touched you. Not...not like that. Not ever."
He was internally torn by his actions. He knew that he never wanted to harm Suga in any way, yet his instincts, in all their fury, had. He knew that he should of had a better handle on them, but he had done everything in his power, and still they were able to take control of him. Ultimately, he should never have come to Miyo's house in the first place. That was the true mistake.
"No...it's...it's not your fault," he heard Suga whisper with a subtle hitch of breath. "It's mine. It's my fault. I did this. I did all of this to us. I ruined everything."
"No, this is my fault...your...what I've done to you. It doesn't matter what the circumstances were," Daichi affirmed quietly, his tone stern, as he squeezed his fingers into his wet sockets. His utterly dejected scent swirled into the air and he didn't have the energy to stop it. He was dejected. He was a monster. "You don't do this kind of shit to the people that you love."
Suga~
"No, this is my fault," Suga heard Daichi whisper from behind him in a gut-wrenching tone-- and his scent was even worse. Suga wanted to hold his breath to avoid picking up the dejected scent with his nostrils. "It doesn't matter what the circumstances were. You don't do this kind of shit to the people that you love."
He was right. You weren't supposed to do these kinds of things to the people that you loved. You weren't supposed to push them away without a sound reason. You weren't supposed to stamp out their heart and move on as if nothing had ever happened.
And you definitely weren't supposed to expect them to come back after everything...and pretend like things could go back to normal.
Daichi's fingers burrowed harder into his sockets and Suga rolled over to face him, just in time to notice a few, slow tears trickle down to his tense jaw. He hadn't noticed while they were mating, but Daichi's tanned face was completely worn. There were dark circles beneath his eyes and the lines in his face were hollow. He looked utterly exhausted-- both mentally, and physically. Suga wondered if his own face held the same, wearied look.
"We shouldn't have done this..." The Alpha murmured, more to himself than to Suga. "This was a mistake...look what happened...this was a mistake."
Suga's heart jutted inside his chest and he slowly rolled his aching body up to a seated position-- ignoring the screaming wounds on his shoulders. Hesitantly, he moved a slender hand towards his Alpha and delicately placed it over the man's chest. His narrow shoulders slumped down in shame when Daichi's body flinched from his touch. He grimaced, feeling another sob hitch inside his throat, but slightly calmed when he felt the Alpha's beating heart-- rumbling like thunder at his fingertips. "I...I know who you are," he whispered, curling his nails into Daichi's skin as fresh tears fell over his long lashes. "I know what kind of person you are and...and everything that happened today...it's not going to change that perception."
"It's not enough," Daichi whispered in reply, confusing Suga with the ambiguous words. "I'm not enough for you. I'm never going to be enough for you...and now we're stuck together. After...after the things I've just done...after everything I've done to you. We're...stuck together."
Suga's eyes filled to the brim, intensely blurry from the sullen words. He let out a small hiccup of a sob and curled his nails further into Daichi's tanned skin. "You're wrong. I...I...you are enough. You've always been enough. I...I should never have..." He trailed off, unsure of what he could say to fix their damaged relationship. "I'm...we're people. That's all we are. Alpha...Omega...it doesn't matter. We're all just people. I should've understood that sooner. I should have been strong enough to be with you in the first place. Everything felt so...wrong...when I broke things off. I..."
Daichi took in a deep breath and slowly moved his large hand away from his face. His brown eyes were puffy, focused in on the ceiling above them. "I should leave..." He whispered, almost to himself, yet made no move to get up. "I should go..."
At the quiet suggestion, Suga felt his entire body tense up with a sudden rush of anxiety. If his mate left now, he wasn't sure if he would be able to keep his mind from fracturing into a million pieces. He was barely holding it together as it was. He understood, truly understood, that he was the one who had ruined things between them. His Alpha wanting to leave, that was his own fault. No matter what Daichi said, no matter how many times the man denied it, it wouldn't stop it from being the truth.
"Please..." He murmured, his voice soft and wavering with stress. "Please don't leave."
He wished that the pleading words had stayed inside his head. Daichi didn't owe him anything anymore-- he didn't deserve to have the man's company.
Daichi's eyes remained locked on the ceiling, unblinking. "I should," he replied and, hearing the sharp tone, Suga was almost certain that he meant the words in a vindictive sort of way.
Again, Suga couldn't blame the Alpha. Maybe...he deserved to be left behind. He had been unable to see the value of a man like Daichi-- of an Alpha that openly wanted to help him make the world a better place to Omegas. He had been too fixed on the idea, on the stereotype, that all Alphas were troublesome and naturally domineering creatures. For a moment, he stewed in with Daichi's obvious rejection of their bond, swallowing down fresh waves of anxiety. It took a few minutes of unbearable silence before a more hopeful thought flickered across his tired mind. He grabbed onto it with all his might, holding it close to his heart as he slowly blinked away his drying tears.
He could let his Alpha walk away forever...or he could fight to win back his shattered trust. He could fight with all his might to repair it.
"Daichi..." He whispered, inhaling deep breaths to calm his unsteady nerves. "Will you...can I say something?"
He allowed Daichi to have a few moments of creeping silence, all the while praying the the Alpha would allow him his small request. Thankfully, Dachi did.
"Okay..."
Suga's mouth set in a hard line at Daichi's exhausted tone and he shuffled back, leaning against the copper headboard of the bed to look of in the distance. He was as ready as he was ever going to get. There wasn't any time left for him to be unsure-- Daichi was already contemplating leaving him. If he was going to fight to keep his Alpha, he was going to have to start now. "I fucked up," he whispered, then repeated the words again with more conviction. "I was so absorbed in my own world that I didn't think about the people around me. I didn't think about how the people around me could actually help me achieve things. And I didn't think about how they...how you might be hurt by my...ambitions," he paused and went through a quick mental checklist. He was going to have to make sure that Daichi understood that his words were his own if he was going to gain any ground. "None of what I'm saying, or going to say, is from a place of heat. It's passed...I'm lucid...these are my words, and my words alone.
Daichi hummed out his understanding and, after smelling the Alpha's hesitant, yet accepting scent, Suga continued. "I regretted my decision...fuck I regret it. I should never have broken things between us. I regretted it from the second it first came out of my mouth. You deserved better...you deserve better. You deserve better than an idiot like me. And I know that we're stuck together now...and that it's my fault-"
"It's not," Daichi whispered in interruption-- his desolated scent pouring out in fresh waves of intensity. "It's not your fault. I came here of my own volition. I shouldn't have. I thought I would be able to control myself...to control my instincts... fuck. It seems so stupid when I say it out loud."
Suga paused, keeping his hazel eyes away from the Alpha lying next to him. He couldn't bear to look at the man whose heart he had broken. He was ashamed of himself. "Regardless..." He lamented, wanting to disagree with the man, but keeping his mouth shut. "We're...we're mated now. And I know that it's not how you imagined it going...it's not how I imagined it, either. But..." He trailed off and took in another unsteady breath of air, doing his best to ignore Daichi's strained fragrance. "I'm...I'm so fucking relieved. I feel... whole ...again. I know that our bond is distorted but I'm going to work everyday, for the rest of my goddamn life if I have to, to fix it. I'm going to prove to you that I want to be your mate. That...that I'm worthy of you...and of your trust."
For the next few minutes, the two boys sat in a melancholy silence. Suga could smell, and almost feel, Daichi shuffle through a series of bleak emotions-- from anger to confusion, contemplation to self-reflection. He kept his own thoughts to a minimum, all the while praying that the Alpha would give him a chance, give them a chance, to fix their damaged bond.
But, he didn't dare hold his breath for it. There was a chance, a large chance, that Daichi was going to finish processing and get up from the bed to walk out on him. He knew that he had to prepare for that outcome, and so he did. He steadied his internal conviction, aligning his conscious mind with his Omega instincts for the first time in his young life. If not today, then he would try and regain Daichi's trust tomorrow. If not tomorrow, then the day after. On and on, until he had proven himself as a worthy mate. He would try until he was blue in the face.
He...he and his Omega instincts...they were going to get their Alpha back. Even if it took them until the day he died.
A few more minutes of gloomy melancholy passed. Eventually, Suga began to feel a subtle tingle in his chest. It flushed his pale skin with goosebumps as it danced across the back of his neck. It was a pleasant, almost cathartic feeling, and it prompted him to slowly turn his head to the side-- to look down at the tanned Alpha laying next to him. He was met with a pair of measured eyes, trite yet filled with warmth, and a tanned face that was both hesitant and hopeful. And there was something else plastered on Daichi's chiseled features, something that pulled forth a joyful bubble from Suga's heavy chest.
There was a small tinge of affection...affection for Suga...his Omega. It was the early markings of a road to forgiveness.
"Okay..."Daichi whispered with a subtle nod, his voice calm and measured. Then, he slowly pushed himself up to a seated position on the mattress. He shuffled backwards, sitting against the copper headboard beside Suga-- far enough away to avoid any sort of touch. He let out an even breath and looked down at his large hands in his lap. "You can't be the only one taking ownership for how things have gone..." He continued, lolling his head to the side to look Suga down with dark eyes-- eyes that held deep pools of regret.
"I can if I want to..." Suga mumbled back without breaking their intense gaze. He could hear his pounding heart inside of his flushed ears. He felt like a schoolgirl, sitting next to the man of his dreams. So close, yet just out of the reach of the object he so desired.
Daichi chuckled softly, throat rumbling with the early signs of an affectionate growl. "Of course you can..."
"I mean it," Suga affirmed, more loudly. "Every word of it. I'll spend every minute of my life trying to regain your tru-"
Daichi cut the words short with a large hand, gently caressing Suga's lower thigh. "If you do that, then when are you going to find any time to change things for Omegas?"
Kind, forgiving words. Suga hiccuped out a sob, hearing them roll off of Daichi's tongue. He didn't dare touch the Alpha in return. He kept his arms frozen at his sides, his body stiffening with nerves-- still too worried to test the limits of his mate's forgiveness. They had both been through a lot, he didn't want to risk pushing their resolution any further. "Goddammit..." He whispered, banging the back of his head against the headboard as tears rolled down his flushed cheeks. "How are you so...so..."
The word he was looking for was wonderful , and his Alpha already knew what he was trying to say.
Daichi quietly chuckled again, then hesitantly removed his hand from Suga's thigh-- leaving them both with a heavy feeling of emptiness. "I'd like to...fix some of the things that I've fucked up, too," the Alpha murmured, looking away. A shameful scent rolled off his sweaty skin and Suga cocked his head to the side. "Fuck. I can't...I can't even look at you...with everything that I've...that I've done to you..."
A small smile flickered across Suga's tired face and he spoke up, eager to give his mate a bit of emotional relief. "You want to take a bath...maybe? A bubble bath?" He put forth, glancing towards the conjoining guest bathroom. Then, he decided that he had a better idea in mind. "I think Miyo's main bath has a jacuzzi tub? Wait...she's not here...is she? I mean, I assume she's not after-"
"No," Daichi affirmed, throat rumbling out an irritated growl. "You think she would've stood by and let me do this to you if she was?"
No...Miyo would have bashed through the door the very instant she had heard his pained cries. Wait...where exactly was Miyo? The thought came and went before Suga even had the chance to contemplate it. For now, he wanted to focus every ounce of his energy on mending things with his new mate.
He himself wasn't at all concerned with the damage that had been done to him during their mating. It certainly wasn't ideal, his body was throbbing in various places and he was more drained because of it. However, he knew in his heart that Daichi would never, never , have hurt him if they had both been in their right minds.
In that moment, sitting next to his Alpha, exhausted and despondent, he finally accepted that a person's instincts had the power to take full control pf their actions. He realized that they could force people to do things that were out of character-- things that they would never do of their own accord. It didn't excuse an Alpha's harsh treatment of another person, but the notion made for a good starting place to build a path of understanding between them and their Omega counterparts.
Suga felt that Daichi's rough treatment of him that evening didn't warrant any need for forgiveness. His mate had been through enough emotional turmoil, instinctual turmoil at Suga's own behest, that there wasn't anything for him to forgive in the first place. He already knew that his Alpha had a soft heart-- one that would never willingly injure another person. His mate would never hurt him again, this he knew for a fact.
"Um...shall we go...then?" He offered and slowly moved his aching body to the edge of the bed. He swallowed every pained groan, attempting to keep his discomfort to himself, then realized that Daichi would no doubt pick up on it anyways. His uncontrolled scent was a dead giveaway-- not to mention their new bond. While damaged, it still picked up on their coalescing emotions. "I'm fine...really!" He quickly affirmed when he met Daichi's skeptical gaze-- mouth grimacing as another tinge of pain zapped through his wounded shoulder.
Daichi raised a knowing eyebrow and swiftly hopped up from the mattress. He strode around the other side of it, throat rumbling out his disapproval. "I'm carrying you," he growled and moved to help Suga to his shaky feet. "Hang on a second."
"Really, Daichi, I'm okay!" Suga reiterated as his Alpha pulled him up, cradling him with strong arms. "It looks way worse than it-"
"Please stop," Daichi growled low in interruption, scent coiling around in fresh droves of protection. "Just...let me fix this."
The deep, wonderfully familiar growl from his Alpha had Suga melting away in tender thoughts. He had missed their perfect, unseen connection-- truly missed it in the deepest regions of his soul. Daichi's scent was possessive and protective and perfect in absolutely every way. For once, he had no qualms with an Alpha, with his Alpha, assisting him. For once, he found himself okay with accepting a bit of help.
Maybe...he didn't need to be independent all the time.
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