Untitled Part 62
Chapter Sixty Two: Forms of Communication
Hajime~
Hajime stomped into he and Oikawa's bedroom, listening for his mate's footsteps and voice echo out behind him.
"Promise me you'll get a bit of sleep, okay?" He heard Oikawa say softly from the hallway, to what he could only imagine was Suga. "Mhm, we won't get anywhere with it tonight... As things are. Yeah, don't worry about me... He's..." Oikawa trailed off, but Hajime's ringing ears still managed to pick up his Omega's hushed tones. "We'll be fine. He's... Just a bit rattled. I shouldn't have... Never mind. You let me know if things with Daichi. Well... If you need some backup, okay? You text me, or come and get me."
Hajime had begun to subconsciously pace, his throat rumbling out his discontent with Oikawa being out of his line of sight. He and Daichi had been through the ringer with everything that had happened, it was a miracle that they had kept their instincts to a minimum thus far. Granted, the car ride home had been filled with nothing but tense silence and a thick, enraged scent. Still, he and Daichi deserved an award for their patience-- patience that was wearing very, very thin.
"Promise me sugar momma! Sleep!" Oikawa called before softly closing the bedroom door behind him.
With his mate in his physical presence, Hajime stopped his pacing, but remained silent. He knew that if he uttered even a single word, he would lose his mind. Everything was too pent up inside of him, he felt like his skull was going to burst.
"Okay, you're starting to worry me..." Oikawa drawled as he pulled his black hoodie over his head. He shook his disheveled hair back into place and cocked his head, blinking in Hajime's direction. "You haven't said a word since the farmhouse. What's going on inside of that beautiful brain of yours...? I know... I know that I asked something of you that wasn't exactly fair but..."
Hajime sighed, deep and shaky, then pulled off his jeans with an aggravated grunt. Enraged didn't even begin to cover how he was feeling. He was struggling to keep himself together and, now that he was alone with Oikawa, his mind was close to snapping. He grumbled, kicking the pants to the side. He wanted to tear them to shreds. He needed a physical channel for his rising anger. He had been forced to remain calm while his Omega was held at gunpoint, and then he was made to let the chestnut boy go inside of a run-down farmhouse with an absolute maniac. Oh, and there was the bomb drop of Hamoto's information-- information that put his entire pack at risk. It was more than he could take. It was more than any Alpha could take.
Oikawa cocked an eyebrow at his silence, folding his arms over his narrow chest. "You didn't even fold your pants. You just kicked them to the side..." He chirped softly. His tone was hesitant, but it was clear that he was doing his best to lighten his Alpha's dark mood. "That's... It's really out of character..."
"Mmm." It was all Hajime could manage. He wanted to snap someone's neck-- Hamoto, Chaki, Kabuto, anyone.
"We all agreed to speak about everything in the morning. You and Daichi both forfeited to that with your silence..." Oikawa pointed out, wringing his hands together, nervous with his mate's strange energy. "There... There was no use discussing things when... When tensions were running so high. I know that it was a tough situation for you guys, but right now, you need to tell me where you head's at so we can-"
"Fuck all of this," Hajime abruptly snarled, feeling a sudden rise of his Alpha instinct in his chest. They had been clamoring to take over his mind from the very moment he had heard the echoing gunshot at the overgrown lot. He growled through clenched teeth, subconsciously flexing his tense muscles. They were very close now to taking over, he needed to get changed and put himself to bed.
Even with Hamoto's information on the sidelines, there were things that he and Oikawa needed to discuss... Like his mate's flagrant disregard for his own safety... Like the man holding a gun in his Omega's face.
Gun...
Hajime's instincts reared their ugly head again, scratching at the back of his retinas. We're going to lose him. If things keep on this way...we're going to lose him. He'll be lost if we don't protect him from these men.
He shook his head, trying to physically jolt the animalistic thoughts from his head. Oikawa opened his mouth to speak again, but his throat rumbled out like thunder, silencing his mate with verbal force. He wasn't sure if he had done it, or his instincts.
"This isn't happening," he growled, feeling himself begin to vibrate with unchecked energy. "I won't allow it. You can't go inside with that maniac and think that everything will be okay. Do you know what could happen? Do you know what happened? How I stood there and lost my fucking mind? Do you even understand your actions and how they...you can't go in there alone. Never. I won't let you do things that could..." He trailed off, unsure of what he was even talking about. His words were a jumbled mix of conscious and animalistic thoughts. He didn't even know where he was anymore.
He closed his eyes, grinding his teeth together and his jaw screamed in protest. He was officially spiraling. Somewhere deep down, he was aware of that fact, but there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had been on edge for far too long-- forced to keep his instincts under lock and key longer than his mind could handle.
"First. FIRST, I have to remain calm with you were held at fucking gunpoint," he growled, yanking his shirt over his head and tossing it across the room with force-- an expression of the sudden flash of rage he felt. "Then I have to watch you go inside that FUCKING shack with an unhinged maniac. An unhinged maniac... With a FUCKING gun! "
"Everything worked out in the end..." Oikawa started, his voice soft, but Hajime was already too far gone to listen to logical words. "It's okay, Hajime. We're all okay-"
"Next I hear a FUCKING GUNSHOT," he snarled, the last words coming out in a sudden, breathy roar. "I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING DEAD! I THOUGHT YOU WERE FUCKING BLEEDING OUT!"
"Hajime... You're slipping... We're all okay..." Oikawa whispered, taking a hesitant step forward. "We're not at the farmhouse anymore and-"
"IT'S...YOU CAN'T..." Hajime roared out, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. He didn't have a conscious say in the words that poured out of his mouth. His eyes were black, his mind sliced up by instinctual knives. "IT'S ALL I CAN FUCKING SEE IN MY HEAD. IT. REPEATS. OVER. AND. OVER."
It was all he could see. Now, and throughout the entire car ride. Oikawa, the boy's beautiful face stiff and his body limp, lying in a pool of blood. His lips parted, blue from the kiss of death. His chestnut eyes dull and looking off into the distance-- at some heaven that Hajime could never see. The more he actively thought about it, the louder his Alpha instincts became. They screeched inside of his skull, so much so that he brought his hands up to cover his ears. He needed to tear into something, anything to get some of the angry hysterics out of his body. His hands clawed at his hair around his ears and his dark eyes narrowed at the wall to the left of him. He wanted to punch through its plaster, and so he did. Across from him, Oikawa flinched, but he didn't register it. In his twisted mind, his mate was lying in a pool of crimson on the dusty floor of Hamoto's farmhouse. He snarled, then wound up his fist again and slammed it back into the damaged wall.
His breathing grew heavy, his shoulders rising and falling with each jagged breath he took. Blood dripped down from his damaged knuckles, pooling on the hardwood floor next to his feet.
Oikawa was dead. For some strange reason, he was certain of it.
Oikawa~
Hajime had completely spiraled. Oikawa had never seen his mate in such a state of duress. Perhaps, the Alpha had been in this state before, but if he had, Oikawa had never been conscious to see it.
He stayed glued in place, watching Hajime's broad shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths. The Alpha clenched his fists and an audible squelch of blood reached Oikawa's waiting ears. The air was so concentrated with rage that he could barely take a breath without his eyes tearing up. From what he had gathered from the enraged ramblings, his mate was reliving the events at the farmhouse-- but the outcome was obviously different inside of his frenzied mind.
Oikawa took a small breath, scrunching up his nose at the violent scent that hit his senses. What could he do to calm down his mate? It was obvious that words were useless and with Hajime as angry as he was, Oikawa was hesitant to approach him. He closed his eyes, trying to think of something that might help the situation. As he tried to push out a tranquil scent, a subtle feeling rose up from his chest.
His Omega instincts.
At first, he pushed them back, used to keeping them suppressed at all times. Then, he caught himself and let go of his conscious hold of them. He felt like it was what he needed to do, even if he didn't understand why. Why not give it a shot... At this point, he didn't have any other options short of waking up the house to help him out.
His instincts crept forward, hesitant at first, but they soon gained confidence, realizing that he was allowing them free reign. He relaxed his body, giving them access the corners of his mind that he had previously kept guarded. His body began to move forward of its own accord, his limbs flowing like liquid as he walked across the room towards his feral mate.
He came to a stop behind his Alpha, eyes taking in the tanned, sweaty skin of the man's back. He reached out and laid a gentle hand on the center of Hajime's back and took in a deep breath. His throat began to hum to life, purring out a comfortable sound-- alerting his mate of his presence. When he felt the Hajime's muscles begin to melt beneath his fingertips, he slipped a second hand over the man's tense stomach.
"Alpha..." He whispered, his voice taking the sultry, dream-like quality of an Omega in control. He moved his hand downwards, across the mate's flexed abdominal muscles, then softly over his black briefs.
Oikawa's observing self snickered at that. Of course his Omega nature was going to fix things with sex. He should have guessed. It was their own, personal form on communication.
His fingers grazed over his mate's member, stirring it to life with enticing touches. Hajime's throat rumbled, half-growl, half-groan. His cock pulsed again, calling for Oikawa to reach his slender fingers inside of the soft fabric. He grabbed at the full length and began to pump his hand up and down, pressing kisses to the back of Hajime's neck as he did so.
"Here..." He breathed, licking at Hajime's scent glands. "Come back to me..."
Hajime's hand latched onto his slender wrist, gripping it with enough force to bruise. Still, Oikawa's body remained relaxed-- the Omega inside of him unperturbed by the aggressive nature of its mate. Hajime slowly turned on his heels, black eyes looking over him with calculating force.
He knew the look in those eyes. He was going to be fucked into oblivion and he would be damn crazy to let his Omega nature take that experience away from him. Abruptly, he pushed back at his instincts, banishing them with controlled ease. He smartly let out a silent acknowledgement to them, thanking them for their guidance, but he didn't need them anymore. Not for what was about to happen next. Once again, he and Hajime were going to hash out their emotions using sex. It seemed to work best for them.
In one swift motion, Hajime yanked Okawa's arm forward and pushed him against the damaged wall. Oikawa planted his cheek against the cold plaster and grit his teeth as the back of his joggers were torn away. When he felt a large finger push inside of his sex he moaned, reaching back to grab at Hajime's waiting member. His Alpha snarled, refusing the action and pinning him further in place. Then, everything snapped. Hajime thrust inside of him without warning, pounding into him with such force that he was certain he would tear. He cried out, moaning and whining in pleasure and pain and his mate ground at his insides in a violent rampage.
The air whooshed around them, a competitive mixture of wrath and arousal that sent Oikawa into his own form of fury. He began to fight back against his mate, clawing at the man for the power in their coupling. Hajime unleashed maddening snarls while he hissed out his own mania. His Alpha shoved him forward, scattering more plaster to the floor, and bit down on his shoulder, demanding subservience. Oikawa gasped and stepped out to the side, slipping on Hajime's previously spilled blood. When he lost his balance, his mate scooped him up and spun him around while keeping him fully impaled.
Hajime paused briefly, adjusting Oikawa's legs in the crevices of his forearms, then slammed the Omega's back against the wall. He drove his hips upwards. Oikawa's teeth clattered together from the impact.
He had lost the battle for power, not that there had been much competition in the first place. But f he was going to lose, he was going to go down fighting. He had placed himself in danger, yes, but his mate needed to learn how to live with it-- because it was bound to happen again.
Between Hajime's vicious thrusts, he reached around the back of the Alpha's head and grabbed a handful of hair. He yanked, pulling his mate's head back and unleashed a wild scent of authority. As much as he loved the animalistic sex they were having, he needed his mate to come back to his senses at some point. They needed to have a civil conversation and the best way to do that was to make his presence known.
"Hajime," he snapped, pulling harder at the back of his Alpha's hair. "Hajime!"
Hajime snarled, ignorant, and his dark eyes landed on Oikawa's chestnut ones. He narrowed lids as he jerked his hips upwards, ramming inside of his Omega in an almost vindictive way.
Oikawa bit his tongue in pain, his jaw ticking with anger. The vicious thrust was not lost upon him. "You. Fuck," he whispered, his tone hostile and challenging.
He was more than a little certain that Hajime's instincts were punishing him-- punishing him for going into the farmhouse, at gunpoint, without their protection. They were angry with him for putting himself in harm's way, just as much as Hajime's conscious mind was. Maybe, they two were fueling each other. However, even Oikawa had to admit that his mate had a point. Perhaps, it was a selfish thing to ask-- to force his Alpha to stand aside while he gambled with his own life. He could accept that, accept Hajime's feelings around it, but it wasn't going to change things. At the end of the day, the only person who could tell him what he could and could not do, was him.
He released his grip on Hajime's hair, then wound up his arm and slapped the side of the man's tense face. The sound echoed around them and his Alpha stilled, breathing hotly. They stared each other down, completely still until Oikawa seized the upper hand. He smirked, rocked his hips down with his entire weight, impaling himself on Hajime's swollen cock.
Hajime's throat rumbled with new anger and Oikawa slapped the man again, his scent commanding his mate to knot inside of him. When he felt his insides begin to stretch, he knew that he had won. Hajime's grip on him lessened to a gentle hold, his dark eyes blinking back recognition.
Oikawa reached forward, caressing the reddening skin of his mate's cheeks. "Welcome back..." He whispered, pulling his mate into a deep, passionate kiss.
Their tongues entwined and Oikawa happily spilled his seed over him own stomach. Hajime groaned into his mouth, pulling back to look at him once more. Oikawa smiled, wiping away the sweaty hair plastered to his mate's creased forehead.
"Oikawa..." Hajime whispered, his brown eyes filling with confusion, then remorse. Gingerly, he relocated them to the edge of the bed, cradling Oikawa in his brawny arms at his knot formed to completion. "I just... I can't when you do shit like..."
"I..." Oikawa started, feeling his sex fill with his mate's ample seed. "Am alive," he finished with a coy smirk. "And... I understand."
Hajime let out a deep breath and began to lick at the drying blood from Oikawa's wounded shoulder. "We should..." He paused, unsure of what to say. "Is there any point in even discussing it..."
Oikawa dropped his head back, looking up at the ceiling. Now, Hajime's personal issues with his actions were on the table once again. They needed to put them to bed so they could focus all of their energy on figuring out what to do with Hamoto's information. Suga and Daichi needed to be their top priority, not their recurring argument about Oikawa's martyrdom.
"We are going to come up with a plan of action for the natural mates stuff in the morning. That's what we agreed upon," Oikawa whispered as a purr rattled off inside of his throat, happy to be in his mate's loving arms-- even in the middle of an argument. "If you have concerns with my actions... I mean, I know that you do. We can talk about them tonight, but if we don't sort it out right away, we put them on the back burner. Agreed? Daichi, Suga, and the pack, they take priority."
"Mmm," Hajime mumbled, nuzzling into Oikawa's neck. "Agreed."
Oikawa smiled, and shook his head. He already knew that he and Hajime would never come to an amicable arrangement about his headstrong nature. It was something they would both have to learn to live with. Oikawa certainly had no qualms with it, especially if it kept leading to the same kind of wild, vengeful sex. He just hoped that Hajime would feel the same.
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