Untitled Part 6
Chapter Six: Forced Together
Oikawa~
"Shoyo, don't drop the bags~~" Oikawa chastised the energetic ball walking a few feet ahead of him, already feeling drained from the intense scent he was releasing.
"I obviously won't!" Shoyo retorted back over his shoulder and flashed a coy smirk that made Oikawa want to smack the kid.
As they continued their route, past the Cultural Building, shooting happy chirps at each other under the setting sun, Oikawa shook his wrist to align the watch strap and checked its glass face-- 7:15, they were right on time.
Shoyo stopped in his tracks, distracted by the lush scenery on their left, then began a mindless jog, bags in hand, into the park.
"Oikawaaaaaaa, let's go this way! It smells so nice and it's a shortcut!" He called over his shoulder, flashing a wicked smirk that was brimming with Shoyo-like curiosity.
Oikawa glanced ahead at his nestmate and sighed slightly as the boy sprinted further into the expansive greenery on their left. Jogging begrudgingly forward, Oikawa shifted his plastic grocery bags to one hand and shouted in Shoyo's direction.
"No shortcuts! Haven't you learned anything from Suga? It's one of the first rules of being an Omega!"
"That's more like, the twenty-first rule! There are too many to keep track of!" The ginger called back across the grass, its emerald blades shifting in the cool, evening breeze.
"Get back over here~~ We're taking the normal route!"
Shoyo visibly huffed at Oikawa's command, then began a sluggish walk back towards the pavement, grumbling under his breath.
"You're so lame Oikawa. Your nickname should be Lamekawa!"
Oikawa rolled his nutmeg eyes-- why was he cursed with such easy name to manipulate?
He shook his head, amused, and glanced back at the park, admiring its well kept features in the golden hue of the setting sun. As he raked his gaze over the far side of the expanse, a disturbing sight drew his attention-- three, no, four Alphas were jumbled together, making their way towards Shoyo's grumpy figure. The group was still a ways off, but Oikawa moved without thinking, jogging across the grass towards his unwitting friend.
"Alphas behind you," Oikawa hissed, answering the ginger's perplexed face at his sudden movement. "Suppress your scent. Come back this way. Move calmly and slowly," he continued in command, gesturing his head towards the sidewalk that lay more than a few meters away.
They began an agonizing march back towards the pavement. Thirty feet, twenty five, twenty, Oikawa counted under his breath to steadi his fraying nerves--so close. When a nasty cat call shot out from behind him, his hopeful heart was shattered and the muscles in his pale face stiffened.They must have picked up on our scent, he cursed under his breath-- the direction of the summer breeze had not been in their favor.
"Hey, Omegas! What are you doing so far from home? Are you lost or something? It's dangerous to wander around so late in the day, y'know!"
There were two things Oikawa learned from the Alpha's unwanted call. First, the words had been somewhat slurred-- the group was clearly intoxicated in some way or another. Second, the voice had carried slightly, so the source was around thirty feet away.
Perhaps they would still be able to slip away unharmed.
"Keep walking, Shoyo," he whispered and the younger Omega acknowledged, increasing his pace in kind. "Don't respond to them. Just keep calm. We've got this."
"Where are you going?" Another call rang out, this time in a tone laced with volatility.
Keep ignoring.
"Hey, don't walk away from us, you sluts."
Start jogging.
Oikawa heard the crunch of heavy footsteps close in from behind them and the pack's thirsty scent whirled into his open nostrils, against the direction of the wind. Not a good sign. He and Shoyo were not going to be able to avoid a confrontation. He had to do something before things came to a head. In a quick moment, he mentality ran through his options, then gently grasped Shoyo's tense forearm and whispered out a quiet command.
"Go now. Run to the house. Do. Not. Stop."
Shoyo glanced up with upset eyes and Oikawa clenched a fist around the white plastic of his grocery bags. He wanted nothing more than to drop them and run alongside his nestmate, but he knew better than anyone that the odds were stacked against them. Having Shoyo run for help held the best odds-- if they both fled, there was no doubt in his mind that they would be overtaken with no chance of help in the near future. The universe had granted Alphas with stronger agility, for the most part, but Shoyo was fast in every sense of the word-- including running. Oikawa could maintain his poise and verbally, or physically if need be, hold the Alphas off until the ginger Omega returned with help from their yellow house. It was the best plan Oikawa could come up with. The only viable option they had, he was certain of it.
"No way! I'm not leaving you!" His nestmate pleaded, furiously shaking his head from side to side. "We can take them! We'll just-"
"No. Go, now."
"No!"
Shoyo had always been a stubborn boy, but Oikawa knew what buttons to push-- he changed tactics. The Alphas were closing in and their very small range of options were going to expire soon.
"You need to get help. Get Suga, or one of the Alphas. Fuck, bring all of them if you can. You're faster than I am. Please, Shoyo. Trust me. This is our best option. You have to go."
Shoyo hesitated for a few more moments, then promptly dropped his grocery bags to the grass and burst into a fast sprint towards the edge of the park. Oikawa watched the boy round the corner of the block, out of his line of sight, then steadied himself and turned to face his soon to be assailants.
He would stall for as long as possible, and when he could no longer stall, he would fight.
"Alphas~~ How may I help you on this fine evening?" He called out to the four men, now ten feet away. He was eager to get in a snarky comment to catch then off guard-- to show them that he was not afraid.
"Where's your friend going?" A blonde man yelled back in question, quickening his pace to close the gap. "He seemed like he was in a hurry! I hope we didn't scare him..."
"He has somewhere he has to be, but thank you for your unwarranted concern," Oikawa chimed back through clenched teeth. He hated the instinctual feelings the Alphas were forcing out of him-- he was not a piece of meat to be claimed, he should not have a need to feel scared. He should be able to walk freely without fear no matter what hour of the day it was.
"Toooooo bad. Two is always better than one," another man called, one with blue hair whose sour scent Oikawa found to be particularly stressful-- it was raunchy and domineering with its sexual nature.
As the four Alphas closed the distance and stopped before him, he was unhappy to find them all trumping him in both height and weight. Well, height and weight weren't everything, he thought to himself as he quickly took in their builds. Two were shorter than him, but stocky and slow...easy to take down. The blue haired one had a large, athletic build...okay, not so easy to take out. The blonde man was also big, though not nearly as powerful looking as the blue one...it wasn't a sure victory, but he could put up a good fight.
The blue haired giant was the first to step forward, much too close for his comfort. The man's aggressive scent was quick to invade his personal space and he did his best to suppress his gag reflex at the rancid taste it left on his tongue.
"You're pretty," the blue mouth breather drawled, his sexual Alpha fragrance beaming off of his pale skin to poison the evening air around them with its intent.
Oikawa snuck a quick glance at the Alpha's crotch and quickly hid his disgust at the massive bulge pushing into the tough, blue denim. He tried his best, but he was unable to completely reign in his scent and a single fragrance of terror seeped off his smooth skin before he clamped down on his fragrance with renewed vigor. He did not want to give the Alphas the satisfaction of his fear-- they seemed like the type that reveled in it.
"Thank you, what a generous compliment! Now, if you and your friends would be so kind and take a step back, then we can all be on our way," he stated clearly, adding overtones of hostility to his otherwise casual words. "I think that would be best, no? I'm sure we all have better things to do~~"
The Alphas laughed at his statement, dismissing his threat with prideful humor, before the blue one spoke again.
"But I can't fuck you from a distance, you Omega whore."
"You aren't going to fuck me at all," Oikawa seethed back, bristling from the vulgar statement. Whore-- the word was a pet peeve of his. He hated that Alphas loved to associate all Omegas with the vulgar word.
"Oh, really? Isn't that all your species is good for? Pretty sure that's it, right? Why else would the universe create a creature with such an appealing scent?"
This time, Oikawa took his own moment to laugh, unable to help himself at the irony.
"No. That's all your species is good for," he spat back and casually dropped his grocery bags onto the grass, preparing for a physical altercation. "You want to fuck me, I don't want to fuck you."
"You're mouthy," the blue man chirped with a cold smirk and took a proud step forward, his Alpha lackey's following suit. The small action alterted Oikawa that he was the lead Alpha of the vile pack. Oh of course it was the most athletically built one, he thought, rolling his eyes in frustration. Of course it was.
As if hearing his personal thoughts, the blue Alpha growled low and took another step forward.
"I don't like mouthy Omegas," he hotly remarked with a knowing smirk, his eyes darkening with predatory instinct.
Oikawa's skin crawled at the challenging tone behind the threatening words-- he was nearly out of time. Rather than attempt to push for more verbal banter, he decided that he might gain a slight upper hand if he was the first to take physical action. Seizing his Alpha repellent from the back pocket of his grey denim, he roundhouse kicked one of the smaller Alphas in the stomach and swiftly sprayed the man's wincing face. Then he dodged the desperate grasp of the blonde Alpha and made hard impact with the other small pack member, knee to balls, dispatching him to the ground with ease. Lurching back a few steps, Oikawa steadied himself against his two remaining opponents-- the blonde and blue men. He did a quick check to make sure the other two were out of commission and was pleased to see they most certainly were. Particularly the one he had unleashed half a bottle of Alpha spray upon-- he hoped that it hurt just as much as it appeared to. The man deserved it.
"My my, you have FIGHT!" The blue haired man exclaimed with a wry smile. "That kind of shit makes my knot hard, you know. Its hard to come by such a wily Omega, must be my lucky day."
"So vulgar," Oikawa replied with disgust, eyeing the two men intently as they paced in front of him-- stalking weaker prey.
When the blonde man made a move to the right, he turned on his heels to spray, but was interrupted-- bowled over by the larger Alpha into the grass. He managed to get a few good kicks in and one puff of spray, before he was bashed in the face with a hard fist. The world around him rapidly drained of color and he fought a losing battle against his consciousness, succumbing to darkness.
Sugawara and Others~
Shoyo burst through the door of the yellow house, panting heavily and leaking an overbearing scent of terror. Suga was at the boy's side in mere moments, furiously checking for injuries on his shaking body.
"Not. Hurt." The ginger panted, looking up at the silver Omega with wild eyes. "Oikawa- in the park- Cultural Building- Alphas."
Oikawa, park, Alphas, was all Hajime had heard. Panic gripped his insides, twisting about and festering in the deep recesses of his gut. He clumsily lurched to his feet, bowling over the red armchair he had been seated on, and threw himself past the stunned Omegas in the entryway, out into the front street.
Protect. Omega. Trouble. The words screeched inside Kuroo's skull, blasting through his conscious thoughts to overtake his sanity. Hajime's panic blanketed his own instincts, prompting him to hurriedly follow his Alpha housemate out of the house. His mate stood in the dining room, a mixture of pride and worry on his cat-like face.
Suga called over Keiji to handle the frantic Shoyo and attempted his own exit when Daichi grabbed his shoulder to stop him.
"Stay with Shoyo. I will find Oikawa. I will protect him," the captain growled, his words choppy as instincts flared up in kind.
Suga hesitated, then nodded, putting his faith in the dark Alpha who had aided him only days earlier, and pulled Shoyo into a motherly embrace.
"It's okay! It's going to be okay. You did well Shoyo," he sang sweetly, fiddling with the ends of the boy's ginger hair as he watched Daichi sprint down the darkening block through the front window.
"I left him. I left him there, Suga. There were four of them...four," Shoyo sobbed, profusely shaking in Suga's hearty embrace. "I-I had my phone. I forgot I-I h-had my phone! I could've called! I should've-"
"No, Shoyo. You did what you could. This is Oikawa we're talking about!" Suga said with as much vigor as he could muster, but his own mind was quickly clouding with worry. "I'm sure he's already kicked their asses. He's the best fighter we know. And thanks to you, our Alphas are going to go and give him some back up!" He finished, successfully hiding his fear from the ginger Omega and Yamaguchi, but not from the knowing eyes of Keiji-- listening intently from his position, leaning against the railing of the stairs.
"What's going on?" Nishinoya called, entering the house with Asahi from the back porch.
It was clear to Suga that the giant alpha had picked up on the panicked fragrance that Hajime had left behind and, perhaps, another fragrance as well. Was it the protect the pack scent that Daichi had mentioned earlier?
"Asahi, Oikawa is in danger. The Alphas went-" He tried to explain, but was quickly cut short by a hostile growl.
"I will remain. No other Alphas are here. Protect the home," the bunned giant snarled. He strode through the front door and onto the porch. Then, he parked himself on the steps and began a solo, watchful patrol of their home.
Oikawa~
Oikawa woke with an unpleasant, painful slap to the face. Through his blurry vision, he slowly took in his surroundings-- a small room, navy blue walls, and a large bed with black sheets. A bedroom. He made an attempt to rise up from the hardwood floor, but found his arms tied painfully behind his back. The links of white rope dug into his wrists, cutting off circulation to his now purple hands. He shivered and felt his bare torso stick to the clean floor-- at least he still had his black jeans to cover his lower half. His last line of defense.
"Welcome back princess!" Came a deep growl that made the his skin crawl with a frustrated terror-- if the cowards hadn't tied him up, he could show them just how much of a princess he really was.
He looked up from his powerless position at the blue haired Alpha towering over him, then to blonde one, leaning against the wall on the right.
"Left your friends passed out in the park did you? How noble~~" He chirped through narrowed eyes. If he was going to be raped, he was going to get some punches in, even verbal ones.
"I am going to wreck you," the blue Alpha snarled, shutting down the verbal stab in an instant. His scent leaked out, filling the room with a violent fragrance that made Oikawa's stomach lurch in a somersault of terrified anticipation.
"I guess I'll wait my turn," the blonde one sighed before excusing himself from the room, voice laced with an irritated resignation. "Don't wreck him, Hisato. Sharing is caring."
"You do know that this is illegal. I am not consenting to any of this," Oikawa seethed, twisting about on the floor, trying to release himself from his tight bonds. "Completely and utterly illegal."
"Consent doesn't matter when it comes to whore Omegas," the blue man, Hisato, leaned down to whisper into Oikawa's ear.
Oikawa shuddered and tried to jerk away-- what an absolute monster.
Moments later, Hisato picked him up by the hair and pushed him against the black door with an unbent amount of force that was sure to break ribs. He struggled with everything ounce of strength he retained, but his legs were pinned against the Alpha's weight, making his efforts all but futile.
"How cliche. An Alpha who likes it rough," he spat into Hisato's face and received a hard bite on the neck that drew blood in return.
After a few minutes of sharp teeth against his neck, Hisato dropped him harshly to the floor. He watched as the man sauntered over to a black dresser and pulled out a pair of underwear with some duct tape. Obviously, the monster had done this before, he thought to himself with enmity, nobody has duct tape just lying around in their dresser. His realization, that Hisato had assaulted other Omegas before him, made his blood boil with bitter fury. He was strong, he could survive the mental and physical scars that would be left behind from the ordeal, but other Omegas? Other people? Most of them were probably not as...seasoned as he was when it came to rape. Most of them would have years of mental troubles from such an awful ordeal-- people like Yachi.
"I like the occasional scream, but I don't like talking," Hisato declared as he shoved the garment into Oikawa's mouth and taped it uncomfortably in place. "You're too fucking mouthy for my tastes, though. Which is saying something. Maybe that's something you should work on!"
With both his verbal wit and body handicapped, Oikawa began to succumb to true panic. He did his best to tune out his frantic mind, as he had done in the past. His mental fortitude was his last line of defense. He had been down this route before and his sole goal, both then and now, was to live through it. To live and see another day.
Hisato hoisted his struggling body up with ease and threw him face down onto the dark mattress. Blood seeped from the bite mark on his shoulder, dying his pale skin crimson, but he didn't feel any pain. He continued fighting and felt a sudden surge of pride when he landed a kick on his attacker's exposed face, but he was met with a hard slap, and a punch to the ribs that knocked the wind out of him. As he fought to maintain his vertigo from the strike, he felt his pants roll down his hips and his legs were forced uncomfortably apart. He couldn't regain his composure fast enough to fight against the Alpha as he clamored on top of him, biting and licking the fresh blood along his neck. Through his dazed state, Oikawa felt his strength wane from the violent foreplay, the heavy weight on top of him, and the tight ropes against his skin.
"That's it, you whore Omega. Relax. I'll make you feel good," Hisato cooed into his ear as he began to prod fat fingers into his dry sex.
He cringed at the invasion and grew wary as his scent blew out in a heavy blanket of fear that soured the musty air around him.
"You don't even need to be wet to feel good. Omegas love sex," the Alpha continued, raking his nails against Oikawa's private insides. "I think your slutty hole can take my royal knot without an preparation. Don't you think? It kinda feels like you're pretty stretched out already. You're obviously an Omega that's been around."
Oikawa stiffened at the crude remark-- he had been around and it was not a fond memory for him. He had made mistakes in his youth, but he had done his absolute best to leave his past behind him.
At that thought, he renewed his struggles as a giant cock pushed against the entrance of his exposed sex. He had been prepared for the assault to hurt, but not like this. As Hisato's member invaded his hole, inch by inch, he was certain that he was going to tear-- and the violent thrusts were not doing his dry sex any favours.
Hisato released a carnal snarl as he rode Oikawa from behind, scratching and biting his back, coating his milky skin with crimson marks of ownership. Soon, Oikawa's mind tuned out and he was more than happy to sit back and allow it. He stopped all struggles, knowing that, by this point, they only be in vain. However, he maintained his mental resolve. He would live through this. He would survive. He always did.
Hajime and Others~
Hajime was at the Cultural Building in minutes, yet for him, his short travel had been an agonizing eternity. His movements felt sluggish, as if he was in a dream-- chasing after something that was just out of reach. The only thoughts rattling through his skull were instinctual. Find Oikawa. Find my Omega. Kill those who've hurt him. The internal commands were set on repeat, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.
He had been pacing in front of the expansive park for less than a minute when Kuroo and Daichi joined his unwanted hunt. An unusual scent, a combination of their Alpha musks, was radiating out into the night air. None the men were out of breath, adrenaline and protective instincts making them strong and intensely decisive. Hajime welcomed their domineering fragrances, they were helping to calm his trigger happy thoughts and allowing him to think with more clarity.
"Was he here," Daichi growled low, scanning the dark park in front of them for signs of movement.
"Where is Omega," Kuroo added with his own throaty rumble.
"Smell. He was HERE," Hajime roared, more viciously than his teammates, flaring up their protective instincts once more.
He erupted into a hurried jog, following Oikawa's fearful scent into the park. The ocean fragrance was completely fused with a sickening odor of fear that made him want to vomit, but he refused to submit to it. Instead, he used it as fuel for his own vengeful rage.
As the group tracked the scent to the middle of the field, they stopped their quest at the sight of a passed out Alpha, blanketed with Oikawa's fearful fragrance. Hajime let out of furious grow and stepped forward, cringing his nose slightly at the wafting remnants of Alpha spray that were still heavy in the air. Before he could make a move, he was stopped by a large hand on his bicep. Daichi.
The captain gave him a knowing gaze, then pulled the unconcious Alpha from Hajime's grip and up by the hair. He gave the man a brisk, hard punch across the face, successfully stirring him from his slumber.
"Where is the Omega," he gnarled. His teeth viciously close to the man's dazed face, but he was calm and focussed.
The lesser Alpha whimpered in response and lurched his gaze away to the side. "I-I don't know. I-he sprayed me. I don't know!"
Kuroo stepped forward, held a supportive hand on Hajime's tense shoulder, and snarled. "Where is your house. Tell us where you live. Now."
"Number seven. Blue house. Across the park."
Hajime was gone in an instant with Kuroo close behind, sprinting across the well kept grass of the park. Daichi harshly dropped the injured Alpha to the hard earth, receiving a pained grunt in response, and followed.
When Hajime saw the navy house, he smelled the air around it as he ran across the yard towards the front door. Two Alphas inside. Oikawa inside. Omega frightened. Hurt. No. Very hurt. He burst through the entryway, startling a blonde Alpha seated on a brown couch, but ignored him. Oikawa's scent was wafting from upstairs, he had no time to deal with the surprised man. Kuroo piled in behind and followed his lead to the second floor, knowing that their trailing captain was more than capable of handling a single Alpha on his own.
When Daichi bowled into the residence moments later, he instinctively understood that the blonde man before him was his to deal with. Turning to the surprised Alpha on his left, he growled low, and barreled into him-- snarling with unkempt ferocity, then wildly bashing into his face with closed fists.
"Took something that was not yours to take!" He barked in between strikes. "OURS. NOT. YOURS."
"Did not know he was yours!" The blonde man wailed, his primal instincts overtaking his mind-- keen on defending against the larger Alpha atop him. "SORRY. DID. NOT. SMELL. HIS. ALPHA."
Daichi's throat rumbled in irritation. "He belongs to no one. He. Is. His. OWN!" He roared, momentarily startled by the honest words as they poured out of his mouth.
Oikawa did not belong to anyone. None of their Omega roommates did. For the first time in his life, he found himself understanding that no single person had the right to claim ownership over another, regardless of their secondary gender-- and he was going to see to it that his opponent understood just that.
***
Hajime could hear Oikawa's muffled cries through the door in front of him and his instincts devolved into fury as the Omega's distressed scent became more prominent on the second landing of the house. He wasted no time and plowed into the room, nearly busting the black door from its hinges. The sight he saw before him blurred his vision into a crimson madness, masking what little remained of his coherent thoughts. Oikawa was tied, his pale skin bruised and bloody, and he was pushed down into the messy covers of a bed. A large, blue haired Alpha was biting down on his Omega's neck and roughly thrusting in from behind. Hajime unleashed a vicious roar, causing the assailant to momentarily pause mid-thrust and look in his direction with dark eyes that were clouded with carnal lust. In an instant, he threw his full weight into the Alpha, desiring nothing more than to tear out the man's throat. The pair tumbled into the dresser on their left before crashing to the floor and Hajime clamored on top. When his opponent threw a fist upwards at his nose, he dodged swiftly to the right and connected his own punch with the an open jaw.
The sheer force behind Hajime's roar had momentarily halted Kuroo in his tracks, outside the now open door of the room. He glanced through the archway to Oikawa and his instincts gained a sudden burst of renewed rage at the sight of the Omega's barely conscious, bloody form. A subtle vision of Kenma flickered across his mind-- protect the pack. At that unwanted image, he swiftly moved into the expansive room, yanked the blue Alpha from Hajime's intense grip, and slammed him against the wall, breaking plaster.
"Take Oikawa. Make safe," he growled to his teammate as he pushed his opponent's back further into the hard wall, landing a hard strike on his bony cheek.
He didn't have to tell Hajime twice.
Daichi~
Kuroo threw the near-unconscious blue Alpha to the floor of the living room next to Daichi's beaten blonde one.
"Come near our pack again, and we will kill you," the rooster growled, baring a set of white teeth to assert his threat.
Daichi's throat rumbled in support, adding his own dominant scent to Kuroo's when something struck him as odd. Their mixed scents were coalescing into a new, more powerful one-- a dominant smell that made the two men before them whimper and expend the last remnants of their energy to scramble away. It was unlike anything he had ever smelled in his life, a domineering fragrance that commanded-- OUR PACK. NOT YOURS.
Sugawara~
Suga had cleared the main floor of the house-- a precautionary measure to ensure that, if Oikawa had been violated, then he could at least retain some dignity among his peers. Nonetheless, Suga prayed to any otherworldly being that would listen for his nestmate's safety. He wanted nothing more than for Oikawa to return unharmed, but he knew from experience, both personal and otherwise, that it wouldn't be the case. When a familiar scent suddenly struck him, his worst fears were realized, and Hajime bowled the entryway, holding the very damaged Omega in his shaking arms.
"Suga. Help. Please," the Alpha snarled, eyeing him down with feral, pleading eyes. "Please. Hurt."
Suga was taken aback by the unusual of the request. Under normal circumstances, he would have to fight tooth and nail to get access to a wounded Omega in the arms of an Alpha, regardless of if the pair in question was mated. Yet, here Hajime stood in front of him, pleading through his instinctual nature for his assistance.
"Upstairs. Run a warm bath in your washroom," he commanded in a motherly tone, cringing at the sight of Oikawa's unconscious body. "I'll grab some supplies and be up in a minute. Reign in your scent, if you can."
The Alpha nodded, his throat releasing a constant rumble of anger, but Suga didn't feel threatened in the slightest. He knew that Hajime had an unprecedented amount of control over his instincts-- more than any Alpha Suga had ever met.
***
Suga's heart was breaking, cracking from bereaved pressure at the sight before him-- Oikawa, laying back in the warm water, badly injured and reeking of sour anxiety. Fear was a scent that his Omega friend rarely shed. His disposition was abnormally strong, Omega or otherwise. Suga clenched his fists in his lap, upset that another human had the power to cause such an abhorrent reaction from his nestmate.
He could hear Hajime's heavy footsteps, pacing in the bedroom through the open door of the bathroom behind him. The Alpha still retained a scent of unkempt rage, but he knew that it wasn't directed at him, nor would the man attempt to harm him to get to Oikawa. Hajime's mind was solely fixed on his Omega's health, and he knew that Suga was his best option.
The bathwater had tinged red with Oikawa's blood, a scent that certainly didn't help the furious Alpha's state of mind. Suga knew that his instincts were roaring inside his mind-- unhappy that his Omega had been injured on his watch. Regardless of Hajime's self control, Suga needed the man to calm down. He was keenly aware that Omegas, even one as strong as Oikawa, were hyper sensitive to Alpha fragrances after such tragic encounters. The chestnut boy needed calm, tranquil scents right now.
"How bad is our Omega," came a deep, familiar voice from behind him.
Suga craned his neck to the side and slightly shifted in his kneeling position on the tile to look at Daichi, standing in the door of the bathroom.
"We need to take him to the hospital if he doesn't wake up in the next," he paused, sighing as he wiped off the blood from the face of his watch. "The next fifteen minutes."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Daichi responded in a low growl that was tinged with agitation. "This shouldn't have happened."
Suga shook his head at the Alpha's upset.
"You protected him. You did well. Things could have been worse."
He rose from his position near the bathtub and walked over to the captain, reaching out to rub his head against the man's scent glands. "I will meet you later. Tell the house what happened, but spare the details. That's the least Oikawa deserves right now," he whispered with an affectionate purr, calming the Alpha with a tranquil scent.
Daichi nodded, understanding that his aggressive smell would only make things worse, and excused himself from the room.
Suga watched him leave, then returned to the figure in the bathtub and gently rubbed his hand on the back of the Omega's neck. "Oikawa baby, please wake up. We miss you. You are safe. You are loved," he sang, feeling tears well up in his honey coloured eyes. "You are safe, now. I promise."
It took nearly ten minutes for Oikawa's eyes to flutter open. His irises were unusually dark and unfocused, but Suga could see recognition in their depths.
"Sugaaa," the chestnut boy whispered with a faint smile, slightly sliding down into the crimson liquid of the bath. "Oh, Suga. What a mess..."
"My baby. You're safe now. I'm here. The pack is here. We've got you."
"I couldn't take them all down~" Oikawa grumbled weakly, gazing down at his hands through the blurry water. "Motherfuckers..."
Suga couldn't help but laugh at the classic Oikawa statement. Wiping his teary eyes against his pale wrist he sighed in relief. "From what I heard, you got two of them pretty good. That's more than I could have done."
Oikawa gave him a feeble smile, but remained in a silent contemplation for a few minutes before speaking again. "Hey Suga, can I have a minute alone to myself? I just...need some time."
Suga met his friend's solemn gaze and furrowed his brows at the request. Normally, Omegas never wanted to be alone, especially after they experienced trauma, but Oikawa had never fit in with those stereotypes. He recalled the last time something like this had happened to-- Oikawa had asked for something similar. He wanted to be alone with his thoughts. To Suga, it seemed to be the boy's own, personal way of resetting himself.
At that thought, he granted his chestnut friend a sweet smile of support and acquiesced, deciding that he could use the time to sort out Hajime and his overbearing instincts. "Okay, ten minutes. Don't do anything stupid, or Hajime will quite literally kill me."
Hajime~
Hajime was overtly aware that his Omega was awake-- he heard the boy's familiar voice carry out from beyond the bathroom door. The room around him flooded back with vivid colour and he immediately crossed the room to assess the damage, only to be interrupted by Suga's gentle grasp. He allowed the silver boy to shuffle him out into the hallway, down the stairs, and out onto the front porch-- implicitly knowing that the motherly Omega knew what was best. He couldn't recall much from the events that had occurred but, much to his irritation, what he did remember were things that he wished he could forget.
Oikawa's damaged form. The assault in the dark room. The bite marks. His bruised skin. The bloody bathwater.
Hajime steadied himself against the yellow siding of the house and shook his head, physically trying to gather some measure of control over his furious instincts. Suga leaned against the painted porch railing across from him, eyeing him intently with hazelnut eyes.
"Are you okay?" He heard the omega ask, but the words sounded far away-- calling through a long tunnel of darkness.
He internally struggled against his feral nature, grappling with his conscious mind for control, but found himself unable to form a verbal response.
"You know..." Suga continued, blanketing him with an intense, serene fragrance that eased his furious mind. He took a deep breath, grateful for the Omega's calming scent. Without it, he would be punching walls. "If you hadn't been there, things would be much worse."
Much worse. The thought of things being worse filled him with an extraordinary dread that nearly stopped his heart. He felt Suga place a small hand on his shoulder and he allowed himself to melt further into the tranquil fragrance, stronger now that he was in closer proximity.
"Hajime, seriously, thank you," the silver boy whispered with such sincerity that he was startled to his senses.
He didn't deserve to be thanked, not after everything that had happened. If he had been honest with his feelings to begin with, none of this would have happened. It was his fault. His fault.
"I couldn't save him," he snarled, feeling his shoulders tense up against his neck in frustration. "I fucked up. Fuck."
"You saved him."
"It doesn't matter. It shouldn't have happened in the first place! I should've-"
"Hajime," Suga interrupted in a serious tone, strengthening the grip on his shoulder. "There is no point in debating how things could have gone. The only thing that matters is what happened, which was that you and the Alphas saved him. You guys saved him. You came to his defense, even though you had no obligation to do so. That deserves a thank you. I don't want to hear another peep of self-indignation out of you, okay?"
Hajime released a deep and exhaustive sigh. He knew that Suga's words were correct in their own right, but they did little to even scratch the surface of his own self-hatred-- a feeling that grew even more prominent with his realization that he desired nothing more than to hold the chestnut boy in his arms, cloak him in an Alpha fragrance to keep him safe. He couldn't keep it a secret anymore.
"I want to scent him. I have for a while now...but I don't deserve to," he whispered, glancing out into the front yard. The large oak tree was a bright feature, illuminated by the moonlight, drawing his eye.
"I know."
Of course Suga knew. How could he not? Hajime had been kidding himself, feigning ignorance to maintain a half-hearted facade of disinterest. He might have been able to keep his secret from his Alpha teammates, but Omegas were smarter.
"But..." He started, returning Suga's motherly gaze. "I...I need to scent him. I don't...I don't know what to do, Suga. He's all I can think about...I've never...felt like this before. Is this how it is?"
The silver haired Omega granted him a sweet smile and returned to the position across from him, crossing his delicate arms over his chest. "Is what how it is?"
Hajime closed his eyes in resignation, not wanting to explain himself, but understanding that he had to if he wanted answers. "I've...slept with Omegas before. But this...this is different. I don't...feel this way with them," he disclosed, pausing to scratch his dark hair and gather his frantic thoughts. "I've never felt this...feeling. It's like-"
"Like, you're in a panic when you're not near them?"
Hajime flinched slightly, then snapped his eyes to the unknown speaker's direction. He had been so distracted by his own thoughts that he hadn't even heard, or smelled, his captain's approach. Daichi met his gaze, flashing him a cheeky, knowing smile, and he groaned slightly at his own transparency. "Oh, don't be so dramatic, Hajime. You've come this far already. You might as well embrace the fact that your friends know your feelings," the captain drawled, clapping him on the back with a chuckle. "And that they can help."
Suga rolled his eyes, but Hajime could smell the Omega's scent shift from a mild tranquility to a sweeter, more joyous fragrance in the presence of his Alpha mate. Well...eventual mate.
Daichi waltzed over to the silver boy and settled in next to him against the white porch railing. "It feels like panic, right?" He echoed his previous statement, tapping Suga playfully on the head, receiving a quiet huff in return.
Hajime debated the words for a moment before responding. "Yeah, but it's not just that. It's like, the air doesn't smell as good. Like, I'm always hyper aware that something is missing. I feel...empty without it. Without him..."
"You want to scent him. Not just for kicks, but because you want him to be safe," Daichi determined, giving him a knowing nod. "I've..." he continued, eyeing Suga's amused form at his side. "I...know what you're feeling. I get it. Believe me."
Hajime knew that the plain words were all Daichi desired to divulge in front of the silver boy. It was clear that the pair still hadn't worked out an amicable agreement on mating, and the captain was hesitant to show all of his cards too soon. He knew that his Alpha friend loved Suga, both his scent and his disposition gave him away, but he was quickly learning that Omegas came with their own, unique baggage that no person, Alpha or otherwise, could immediately reconcile.
"Hajime," Suga broke in after a few minutes of silence. "You should go and check on him. Your scent is calmer now. I think it'll be okay. Plus, Oikawa's tough."
He slowly nodded and began to sluggishly shuffle towards the doorway to the house before the silver boy spoke up once more
"But, Hajime, don't force it, okay? He's vulnerable and very fragile, right now. Even if he won't admit it, or show it," Suga asserted, then shuffled on his feet, suddenly nervous. "Please don't tell him I said that."
"Okay. I won't."
It was all Hajime could manage as a response, and he hoped that Suga knew that he was sincere in his feelings towards Oikawa. His body felt heavy, almost unresponsive to his will. He needed to check on Oikawa, the thought remained fixed inside his mind throughout the entire porch conversation. But he was...frightened. He had never divulged his feelings to anyone, let alone an Omega. Nonetheless, both his instincts and heart commanded that he, at the very least, try.
Oikawa~
Oikawa had drained the murky bathwater and turned on the shower, releasing a joyous sigh as the clean water cascaded over him. He was so very sore-- every inch of his body was screaming at him to be still, but he ignored it. All that mattered to him, was that he was still alive. He scrubbed his hands against his body, lathering himself up with soap in an attempt to remove the scent of the blue haired Alpha from the pores of his pale skin. He didn't care that his aggressive swaths were causing his angry wounds to reopen, his mind was too foggy and detached to notice the renewed pain that his actions caused. Once he felt that he had removed as much of the unwanted scent as he could, he gingerly sat down on the warm porcelain of the tub and allowed the hot water spritz onto his bruised face.
He barely registered his other wounds. His sex was exceedingly sore and, worse yet, it was a physical reminder of the ordeal he had just been through. That fucking Alpha shouldn't have been blessed with such a big knot, he mused, resenting whatever god had endowed the man with it. More than anything else, he was relieved that the monster hadn't come inside of him. At that thought, he sent out a silent thank you to the universe, chuckling slightly at his contradicting feelings of anger and thankfulness towards the fates.
As he sat in the tub, he attempted to recall the events. It was his personal way of coping with trauma. The more he recounted things, the better able he was at compartmentalizing the experience-- tuck them away in a small box at the back of his mind with a sign that said do not touch. While the ordeal was still hazy, he did remember smelling Hajime at some point, and he had felt such relief at its protective nature. Even now he was basking in it, the bathroom was coated in the familiar smell.
He was also fairly certain that Kuroo had been there as well, and perhaps Daichi. Yes...he was almost positive that he had smelled them, too. He had never heard of an Alpha coming to the defense of an Omega that they weren't mated with, or at least interested in, let alone a pack of them. His mother and father had frequently protected him during his childhood, but that was different. They were a familial pack and they were both Alphas.
"Oikawa?"
He stiffened at the soft call of his name. He hadn't smelled Hajime's approach with the bathroom so caked in the man's Alpha fragrance. Had Suga sent the man up to check up on him? What the fuck was he going to say? At the very least...he should thank Hajime for his assistance...right?
He yanked the shower handle off, shivering from the loss of heat. "Hajime? One second I'll come out. Can you shut the bathroom door?"
"Sure."
He waited to hear an audible closing of the door before pushing aside the navy shower curtain to step out onto the cold, white tile. When he noticed his favorite turquoise shirt and some grey sweatpants laying across the porcelain sink, he smiled to himself, grateful for Suga's care. Maternal, as always.
After gingerly pulling on his clothing, ignoring his aching muscles as he did so, he paused to look at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were dark and sunken in their sockets, and there were deep bite marks running down his neck-- he knew that they didn't stop at his shirt line. He sighed, only half successful in shrugging off his exasperation. He hated being upset about things that were out of his control...or upset about things in general. Gripping the silver doorknob, he steadied himself and released another quiet sigh, then pushed open the black door.
He was greeted with a pacing Alpha with bloody knuckles. The gruff looking man stopped in place and raked his dark gaze over his shivering body before meeting his eyes. Pain and anger were plastered on his tense face-- squeezing Oikawa's beating heart. Oikawa maintained eye contact and subtly sniffed the air, only to have his senses assaulted by a full-bodied protective fragrance. While there were subtle hints of rage laced in its possessive tones, the overall feeling of the fragrance was warm and safe.
He...kind of liked it.
"Thanks for saving me...I promise you won't have to do it again~~" He chided with as much energy as he could muster, attempting to ease the tense situation. Hajime remained silent, standing across the room, clenching and unclenching his bruised fists. "This stern facade doesn't suit you Haj-"
"Stop," the Alpha interrupted him with an intense, throaty growl.
Oikawa cinched his lips together and stiffened, unsure of where the conversation was going. He wished that Hajime would act like his usual, chirpy self. Oikawa had no idea how to handle this strange, pensive mood-- it was unfamiliar territory.
"I..." Hajime attempted again, but faltered, unable to find the right words. "Fuck..."
"You look like shit, Hajime. Almost as bad as me~~" Oikawa playfully challenged, once again trying bring back their familiar banter. At this point, he was desperate for it-- familiarity was easier.
"You always look good," came a immediate, yet quiet, response that stunned him.
"Wha-" He tried to utter out, but Hajime was on him in an instant-- pulling him into a hearty embrace.
He debated pulling away, but found himself unable to. No...unwiling to. He sighed into Hajime's shoulder and allowed himself to drown in the familiar scent. It was resolute, strong, and maintained a hint of something that was almost serrated-- just like Hajime's gruff personality. It was not long before he lost control of his tumultuous emotions, externally breaking down in the arms of his Alpha. Tears pooled in his hollow eyes, threatening to spill over long lashes, and he began to shake-- physically releasing his internal frustration with himself.
Hajime gingerly picked up his fragile form and carried him over to the bed, cradling him in strong arms. Oikawa took a mental note of the covers-- they were a warm grey that suited the snarky man. Hajime laid the two of them down on the soft mattress and tugged the plush comforter over their forms. Without another word, he pulled the Oikawa into the curve of his body and held him in a tight embrace.
Oikawa's body immediately relaxed, feeling safe against the strong muscles of Hajime's chest. Safe, in the strong arms wrapped around him. Safe, basking in the powerful scent. He relaxed his tense mind and let his emotions completely boil over, no longer caring to maintain his composure. His body renewed its shaking, but this time, it was accompanied by distressed sobs.
It had been a very long time since he'd last cried.
Hajime~
Hajime held on to Oikawa as if his life depended on it, and it felt like it did. He had never realized just how fragile the Omega was. The boy had been extremely light in his arms, something he did not expect after seeing him fight against such dominant Alphas. When Oikawa began to sob against him, radiating flickering scents of anxiety and shame, he felt his own heart crack into pieces. He wanted to scent the Omega before, but now, the desire was so intensely strong that it took every fiber of his being to prevent himself from doing so. Feeling Oikawa's distress from such a close proximity was riling up an unknown instinct within him-- an instinct that he was beginning to understand as affection.
Oikawa's harsh sobs hit his chest with sharp daggers of grief. He wanted nothing more than to make the pain stop-- for both of them. In scenting the chestnut Omega, he could show his affection for him, and perhaps, it would help him to alleviate some of the stressful upset. He let the thought linger for a moment before shaking it away, internally promising to not scent the Omega without expressed permission.
Hajime maintained the embrace, allowing Oikawa to experience his emotions in full of his own accord. After what seemed like an eternity, the Omega finally relaxed into his chest and the anxious scent of the room slowly shifted back to a pleasant combination of ocean-clean laundry.
"Hajime?" Oikawa mumbled into the covers, gingerly pulling them back to reveal his puffy, drained face.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for coming for me..."
Hajime couldn't form a response to the simple remark. He was still too angry with himself for not being there sooner, and allowing it to happen in the first place. He hated all the gratitude he had been given by the Omegas of late. If he had just sucked up his pride and admitted his feelings sooner, he could have kept a better eye on Oikawa-- keep him safe and unharmed.
"And thanks for holding me. I didn't think I'd like it..." The chestnut boy quietly disclaimed, his pink mouth curving into a slight smirk as he glanced up at the smooth ceiling.
"You've never been held by an Alpha before?" Hajime questioned, admiring the sharp features of Oikawa's pale-- eternally happy that the dark room was masking the bruises plastered across his pale skin.
"Other than my father, no. Not really. Have you ever held an Omega?"
"No..."
Oikawa laughed at their inexperience and Hajime melted into the renewed waves of his clean fragrance.
"Well aren't we a pair~~" He chided, turning his head on the grey pillow to meet Hajime's gaze.
A pair, Hajime mentally repeated as he searched Oikawa's tired eyes for an answer to his agonizing dilemma. After a few silent moments of internal debate, he puffed up his courage and swallowed his pride.
"CanIscentyou?" He asked, the words coming out in a rapid fire jumble of syllables from his nervousness. "I mean...if you want...to. If you don't want to...that's cool..."
Oikawa's eyes slightly widened and he granted him a knowing smirk before returning his gaze to the ceiling once again.
"I think-"
"Listen," Hajime interjected, starting into an unexpected monologue. "I know I give you shit all of the time. Maybe that's made you think that I'm a shitty person. And as much as I'd like to convince you otherwise, everything I've done in my past shows that I am. I've done terrible things to Omegas. I was in stupid and uneducated, but that's not an excuse. Being ignorant about the horrors that Omegas face doesn't warrant treating them terribly," he explained, nervously thumbing over the fresh scrapes on his damaged knuckles. "But I want you to know that I'm trying to change. I helped an Omega out of a tough situation at a club yesterday and this morning, I was at their house fixing their front porch. I know it's not much-"
"I'm sorry. Did I hear that correctly? You fixed up an Omega's house today?" Oikawa interrupted, rising to a seated to position to laugh at the absurd statement.
"Uh...yeah," Hajime replied sheepishly, grimacing when the chestnut boy winced in pain from the sudden movement.
"Huh. Well, before you started in on that enormous speech, I was about to tell you that I would like you to scent me."
Hajime was taken aback by the statement, but allowed his heart to swell at the words.
"Wait, really?" He asked, desiring clarification, wanting to hear the sweet words again. "Seriously...?"
Oikawa rolled his eyes in his classic fashion and smirked. "Yes, Hajime. I want you to scent me~~"
Hajime shot up and eyed down the chestnut Omega, tilting his head in question.
"You know that there are...certain instincts that come with me scenting you...right? I won't be able to stop them...so you need to be-"
"What? Like licking my wounds and being all overprotective? I think I can live with that. Plus, that shit will help me heal faster~~"
Hajime held the Oikawa's gaze for another moment, giving the boy a chance to change his mind, but internally praying that he wouldn't. When the chestnut Omega raised a cheeky, questioning eyebrow, he shuffled off the covers and moved to the edge of the bed.
"What are you-" Oikawa began, but was quickly interrupted with a possessive growl.
"Shut up. Just don't talk for a second, okay? Lie on your back."
Hajime gingerly lifted the turquoise shirt over Oikawa's head. The newly exposed skin was illuminated by the moonlight, pouring in through the room's only window. The Omega laid back into the soft fabric covering the mattress, allowing Hajime to run his hands over his damaged body. Hajime carefully examined the bite marks that ran down the his neck, across his collar bones, and down to his stomach, fighting the urge to growl possessively at the harsh injuries. Lowering his mouth to Oikawa's scent glands, he took in a deep breath-- he could still smell the blue haired Alpha. That wasn't going to last long.
After another inhale, Hajime began to cautiously lick Oikawa's wounds, using his tongue to replace the scent embedded in them with his own. When the Omega began to purr under his weight, a liquid honey pooled in his stomach and he willed his erection to stay at a manageable level. The more he explored the boy's body, the more he noticed scars left from previous encounters-- a realization that both he, and his feral nature, did not like.
Once he felt that he had sufficiently covered the injuries on Oikawa's front, he gently turned the boy over onto his stomach and gave the same attention to those on his slender back. While he still felt malevolent, especially after seeing that Oikawa's back was in much worse shape than his front, Hajime used it to fuel his desire to protect him. The wounds, both old and new, made him sick with a calculated rage-- fueling a dark and venomous instinct within him that commanded: Never again. He would never again allow anyone to hurt his Omega. His.
"Oikawa," he growled huskily after finishing his wound care on his exposed back.
"Yes," the Omega responded, seemingly out of breath from the personal contact between them.
"I can still smell him on you. I want it gone. I do not want to smell him anymore. I can't. I'll go insane."
At his possessive words, Oikawa's purring renewed, much louder than before.
"I trust you. Do what you need to do. I...I don't want to smell him either. I...only want to smell like you," he whispered, gazing up at Hajime with trusting, yet hesitant eyes.
With that permission, Hajime rearranged the Omega's delicate figure, pulling him to the edge of the bed to lift his narrow hips into the air. Oikawa adjusted himself slightly, then arched his stomach towards the mattress and comfortably laid his cheek on the mass of grey covers. Knowing what Hajime desired, he reached back and slowly pushed his sweatpants down his upturned ass, exposing it to the cold air of the room.
Immediately, Hajime sensed his hesitation. "I'm not going to knot you, I promise," he affirmed with a throaty rumble of affection. "I have some restraint. You're too injured. And I would never do that without your permission. Never."
"Okay..." Came a purring response that warmed his soul with its open trust.
He shuffled the grey sweatpants down further, pooling them at the crevasses of Oikawa's knees, and ran his hands over his ass. The pale skin was laced with deep bite marks that boiled his blood all over again. He took a few minutes to graze his tongue over them, feeling internally pleased as the blue assailant's scent faded with each passing flick. Once he felt that he had licked them clean, he gingerly grazed his hands upwards and gently spread Oikawa's cheeks apart. As he slowly moved his head towards the damaged sex, he felt Oikawa take in a sharp breath of anxiety.
"I'll be gentle. I promise. I need this to heal. I need his scent off of you. You're mine. Not his."
"I...okay," the chestnut Omega whispered and unleashed a sudden wave of joy that sent frosty chills down Hajime's spine-- he was never going to tire of that feeling.
Gingerly, he began to lick the damaged hole, and Oikawa to let out soft moans of pain as he moistened the area with a gentle tongue.
"I know it hurts. I'm sorry. I'm almost done," he reassured, caressing down the Omega's hip to the hard muscles of his thigh. "Just hold on..."
After a few minutes of unusual pleasure, the likes of which Hajime had never experienced before, he was triumphantly pleased when he could no longer smell the disgusting blue Alpha. He took a step back and growled, trying to regain his composure. The action had not be overtly sexual in nature, but being so close to his Omega's sex had brought out his instinct to fuck. He knew that it wasn't the same type of desire he had grown accustomed to with other Omegas. With Oikawa, it was personal, blissful even. Their close proxminity, the satisfaction of mending Oikawa's wounds, and the affection he felt from the content purrs were melting his insides with a tender feeling of...love. It was not the self-indulgent behavior he had used with Omegas in the past-- those interactions seemed like a lifetime ago. Now, he wanted nothing more than to fall into the infinity that was Oikawa.
"Keep going, pleaseee~" The Omega panted as he rocked his exposed sex, attempting to entice Hajime back.
"I can't," Hajime growled, tearing his gaze away with great effort.
He needed to look at something, anything, but the beguiling sight before him. Hearing Oikawa's whines, seeing his upturned and exposed position, he wanted to take the Omega then and there. His cock was throbbing, hard as stone and ready to fuck, but the small, sane portion of his mind that remained, knew better. He took another step back and attempted to shove down his feral desire, clumsily bumping into the wall behind him.
Oikawa expertly rolled off the edge of the bed with an attractive grace that left him dizzy with arousal. Get it together, he thought in panic, don't ruin this fresh relationship, with the Omega you have been dreaming for weeks, before it even has a chance to get off the ground. He wasn't entirely certain that he would be able survive without Oikawa's scent if his affections were suddenly rejected-- especially now, after experiencing it in such a raw, unchecked form.
"Let me take care of this," Oikawa drawled out in a sultry voice, shocking him back to reality with a delicate hand on Hajime's unexposed cock.
Hajime's eyes shot down, then instantly snapped back up to the ceiling when they saw the chestnut Omega's naked form, kneeling before him with a coy smirk. "No. You're too injured," he barked up at the roof, unable to help a growl from escaping his lips when a slender hand rubbed harder against his swollen cock.
"With my mouth then."
"No."
"Hajime..." Oikawa said softly, gazing up at him from the floor with stern eyes. "I want to."
Hajime's throat rumbled with arousal, but he tried to remain steadfast-- refusing to watch as the chestnut Omega expertly pulled down his black sweat pants, exposing his very large, thick cock.
"You don't have-" He started, only the be pleasantly interrupted by a soft tongue, flicking over the tip of his length.
"It's time for you to be quiet," Oikawa whispered, running the length of his tongue up the base of Hajime's swollen cock. "You did something for me, now I'm going to do something for you."
Hajime groaned at the blissful contact and he returned Oikawa's gaze-- hazel eyes looking up at him as he lapped at the pre-cum spilling out of Hajime's pulsing tip. After a few minutes of teasing, he took the large member fully in his mouth and Hajime resisted the urge to hold the Omega's head and thrust. He didn't want to be aggressive with his Omega. Not tonight. Not after everything that had happened. He could wait.
He was suspended in sexual euphoria as Oikawa teased his member, using an expert tongue to prolong him to the point of near insanity. His entire body felt alive with sparks of pleasant energy-- from his crown down to his toes. An erotic fragrance drifted off of Oikawa's milky skin and blended with his own, carnal scent-- he wanted to bathe in the mixture for eternity. How had he lived his life without this...feeling? It was intoxicating-- an unchecked warmth that spread out, fluttering like butterflies from his lower abdomen to his entire body.
When he finally came, it was the best orgasm he had ever experienced, and he hadn't even knotted. He couldn't fathom what knotting into Oikawa would even feel like-- was it possible to feel a higher level of ecstasy than he had just experienced? He watched as the Omega swallowed every drop of his seed, then licked his lips swollen lips. He grazed a gentle hand over Oikawa's jawline, promising himself that he would do everything in his power to not fuck things up between them. He couldn't bear to lose the chestnut boy. Not after tonight. Not after such a tender, personal experience. Gingerly pulling the Omega into an embrace on the plush mattress, Hajime snuggled in next to him under the soft covers and the pair, basking in each others scents, fell into a long and restful sleep.
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