Untitled Part 7
Chapter Seven: Understanding
Daichi~
"I don't think you guys should leave the house without an Alpha anymore," Daichi put forth in more question than statement, not wanting Suga to think that he was trying to cage him in.
At his words, the silver Omega crawled out of his grasp, much to his irritation, and sat up in a mess of navy covers next to him.
"You guys meaning the Omegas?" He chided, poking Daichi playfully in the ribs. "Meaning me?"
"Sorry, but you know what I mean," he faltered, guilt lacing its way into his otherwise calm scent. "You know, just for now..."
"And how to you propose this to work? Everyone's class schedules barely line up as it is. Plus, there's no way that some of the Alphas...or even certain Omegas, would go for it."
He knew that Suga hated his marginalized position-- he wanted to be free, free to come and go at all times of the day, to places that he pleased without any stress. Daichi hated the circumstances, too, but for now, he needed to ensure a higher degree of safety for the silver Omega and the flock. At least, until he could come up with a better game plan. It had been just over two weeks since they had moved in-- two weeks, two cases of assault, one case of sexual assault, and one case of rape. The figures were overwhelming and they shed light on a portion of society that he wished he didn't know about.
"Okay, well, maybe not during class hours, but all other hours," He proposed, furrowing his brows at the implications of his idea. "Three assaults, Suga. Three. In two weeks. That's unreal! We can't let this keep happening. It's ridiculous..."
"Mmm," Suga replied, cogs turning behind his honey coloured eyes-- all the while, releasing a massive wave of joy at his protective words that pleasantly attacked his willing senses.
He reached forward to flick a silver hair out of Suga's thoughtful face and yawned in the morning light. "I know it sucks. I'm not saying any of this to try and keep you all under supervision or house arrest. It's just until we can figure out a way to better protect you guys. I don't know, I think this is our best option."
"Alright," Suga relinquished after a few moments of silent contemplation. "I'm in agreement. Do you have a plan?"
Daichi pulled the Omega into his lap, scenting him against his neck. "We could partner everyone up?" He offered before falling back into the plush pillows behind him in contentment. "Just when people leave the house, you know?"
Suga glanced back from his perched position in his lap and flashed him with the look. "Well, I guess three of us are basically partnered up already and-"
"Yeah," Daichi interjected, his eyes darkening with instinctual fury at the thought of another Alpha touching his Omega. "No way are you wandering about without me. My sanity can't take another hit like that."
Suga rolled his eyes, but smiled sweetly at the compassionate words. "Yeah, yeah. You Alphas..." he playfully chastised, poking him in the forehead with a delicate forefinger. "Oikawa, Nishinoya, and I are all out of the equation. Yachi doesn't leave the house, so that basically leaves Shoyo, Yamaguchi, and Keiji."
"And Tobio, Tsukishima, and Tanaka."
"Tanaka would be a team player, but do you think that Tobio and Tsukishima would go for it?"
"I know Tsukishima has been eyeing Yamaguchi, albeit from a far. Tobio...he might prove difficult, but I think I can convince him to keep an eye on either Keiji or Shoyo."
"I'd prefer an eye on Shoyo," Suga ventured, scrunching up his narrow nose in frustration. "He probably needs the most help. His scent is so distinct and he doesn't know how to properly reign it in. Plus, Keji is older and more experienced. Annnnd he's the best out of all of us at suppressing his Omega fragrance. By far."
"Perfect," Daichi replied with another morning yawn and reached behind to adjust a pillow against his back. "I'll talk to them today. I'll get Tanaka to watch Keiji, then."
"Excellent...but, I want you to know," Suga added, gracefully shuffling off of him lap to look at him with intense eyes. "When you're not at home and I need to leave the house, I'm still going to go. I'm not sacrificing my freedom just because we've had a few bumps and scrapes. I got along just fine before I met you."
Daichi's throat rumbled in frustration at the declatation and he rolled his head back to look up at the ceiling. Why did he have to be so difficult? Sure, it was a fair perspective-- he knew that it wasn't right to treat Suga like his property...but still...it was for his own protection. He wasn't planning on it being permanent, he just needed a bit of time to formulate a better plan. A more long term plan.
"That being said," Suga continued and he lolled his head back to meet the silver boy's intense gaze. "Maybe, well, I don't know..."
Daichi perked up and raised an eyebrow at the crimson flush, spreading over Suga's normally pale face. Was he insinuating...
"Maybe...it would be safer if I had more of your scent."
He coughed out, choking on his own spit at the sudden admission in his favor. "What exactly do you mean, Suga," he questioned in a deep voice, his eyes darkening with feral desire. He needed clarification. Now.
"Well, not mating with me, so don't get the wrong idea!" Suga hurried to reply, shaking his slender hands out in front of him. "But, maybe, it wouldn't be a bad idea to sleep together? I mean, only if you want to! I think you do...at least...I don't know...it would help, right?" He finished shyly, averting his gaze to the bay window on his left as he fidgeted with the ends of the white bed sheet.
Daichi smiled at Suga's embarassment and pondered the idea for a moment, admiring the Omega's soft features in the natural light pouring into the room. The act itself needed no contemplation, he was more than eager to sleep with the silver beauty. However, the effects of the act...those required a bit of thought. Sleeping together would certainly keep Suga smelling like him for longer periods of time-- much longer than scenting would. Nonetheless, it wouldn't afford as much protection as mating would, but he knew that Suga was no where near ready enough to take that leap, even if he was.
"Why are you so quiet?" Suga questioned hotly, furrowing his brows in subtle anger. "I propose sleeping together and you get all quiet! What's that about?!"
"Sorry," Daichi faltered, feeling his knot harden against his sweatpants at the sensitive subject matter. "I was just thinking about the...logistics of it."
"I didn't know you Alphas were able to think about the logistics of sex," the silver boy chirped, playfully sticking out his tongue. "I thought it was just always on your mind~"
"Well, of course I want to sleep with you," he affirmed with a deep growl that rattled his vocal cords, sitting up as he releasing a subconscious and domineering scent of arousal. "I've wanted to fuck you since the moment I first smelled you."
Suga gracefully rolled forward and gave a him sly smirk. The morning sun radiated off of his delicate features, brightly shimmering through his silver hair. Daichi trailed his gaze down from his eyes, to the beauty mark on his cheek, then lower to his soft, pink lips. When he noticed a shift in Suga's fragrance, from tranquility to desire, his feral instincts were yanked out from their slumber. He gingerly grabbed the Omega, shuffled off his grey shirt, and flipped him onto his stomach. As he pushed the boy into the mattress, Daichi caressed up his smooth skin, nipping and licking up his spine. His skin tasted supremely delicious and his scent became so intoxicating that Daichi's eyes deepened with carnal lust. He had spoken the truth, he wanted to fuck the silver boy from the first moment he had laid eyes on him. It wasn't the same instinctual Alpha feeling that other aroused Omegas provoked within him. With Suga...it was different...more personal and satisfying-- he had yet to understand why.
As he grazed his hands down the Omega's lower back, he gripped the waistband of his pajama sweats and shimmied them down over his slender thighs. Every hair on Daichi's body rose up in a cool shiver at the sight of the wet briefs underneath. His breathing grew heavy with an intense want and he knelt frozen in place on the mattress, eyeing the area with the instinctual thought of claiming.
"Daichi..." Suga called softly over his shoulder in a dreamy voice that melted his insides.
He wanted to touch every inch of the silver boy, feel his slender body against his own tanned skin. His raw instincts bashed against his skull, demanding for physical contact-- commanding him that he would die without it. Indeed, Daichi felt with every fiber of his being that he might. Suga's aroused scent was ever increasing in its intoxication, diffusing inside his nostrils with its liquid, chocolate fragrance. He released a throaty rumble and slid over the fragile figure beneath him, pushing down on Suga's shoulder blades as he deeply inhaled into his exposed scent glands.
"Mine," he rumbled against the Omega's exposed neck, nipping hard against the soft skin. When Suga whimpered into the covers at his possessive remark, he slid his tongue up the Omega's jugular vein, grazing his teeth up against the delicate spot. "Mine," he said again with an intense snarl, taking pleasure in the reaction his touch spurned from the silver boy.
He gently pulled the Suga's head back by his silver locks, suddenly craving eye contact. The Omega's eyes met his own, irises cloudy with arousal and Daichi maintained the upturned position, one fist embedded in his thick hair. Then, he slid a free hand downwards and Suga's eyes darted forward at the personal touch. Daichi's throat rumbled out in warning, commanding back eye contact, and he watched on with increased arousal as Suga softly whined in concession and flickered his honey coloured eyes back. He pushed down the moistened briefs, exposing the Omega's most private area to the morning light of the room and smirked as the Omega whimpered again.
Please," he panted with a aroused shiver as Daichi teased a finger across his soaked hole.
The sensual tone of his voice sparked Daichi's instincts, sending him into overdrive. His sexual fragrance burst out, blanketing the room with unhinged force and Suga whined out loudly, clamping his eyes shut-- his own fragrance responding to the fresh, dominant one spreading through the air. Daichi released his grip on the silver locks and sat back, trying to slow himself down. He was mere moments from completely losing his conscious mind to the unchecked pleasure of his instincts.
"Suga, I'll try my best to be gentle, but I can't promise anything. I'm sorry," he grumbled in a low, threatening tone, and the Omega beneath him shivered in at his growl.
"I don't care, I need you inside me. Please," he whined into the plush covers, panting in need. "Please, just, please."
Daichi took a deep breath, ready to let go. His feral nature overtook him, influenced by their coalescing fragrance. He roughly pulled off what little remained of Suga's clothing and the Omega responded by arching his stomach into the mattress in presentation. With Suga's hips upwards, sensually shaking out in front of him, he went completely feral. He tore off his restrictive clothing with fervor, then leaned forward to sniff the dripping sex before him, his cock pulsing with hot anticipation.
"Pleaseeeeee," Suga quietly moaned and grasped into the comforter ahead of him, twisting it in his grasp. "I neeeeeeed it..."
Daichi dug his hands into the Omega's delicate hips, with enough force to bruise, and slowly pushed one finger inside the swollen sex with ease.
"Pleaseee, Alpha," came a second, much louder moan from the silver boy. He rolled his hips back against Daichi's hand to fill himself more-- his inner thighs wet from his sex, dripping down onto the under sheet of the bed. "Inside, please..."
Daichi ran his hands over Suga's pale skin and gripping onto his hips once more, eagerly lining up his cock against the soaked hole. When the silver Omega rocked his hips back again, attempting to push against his knot, he abruptly pulled away and leaned forward to bite down on his pale neck.
"No," he commanded though gnarled teeth, making his dominant status known to his partner. He did the fucking. He was the one who did the fucking. Suga was his Omega.
"I...yes...please..." Suga panted as he furiously nodded his head into the plush comforter, arching his hips up further-- trying to seduce Daichi into action.
Satisfied with his compliance, Daichi once again lined his aching cock against the wet sex and readied to push in. When he thrust forward, deep inside Suga's warm insides, Daichi gripped around his neck and pulled him against his own, hard body. Suga gasped loudly at the sudden the insertion and arched forward, away from him, grasping onto his flexed thighs. As he continued to thrust in from behind, grazed his tongue over the Omega's ear, receiving affection nips back in return.
Daichi had never before experienced such serene pleasure. He felt as if he was bathing in Suga's fragrance, more consumed by its intoxicating nature than ever before. As their skin made contact, electric sparks shot through his naval, growing hotter and more intense with each graze. He wanted more. More contact. More of his Omega's aroused scent. He wanted to be deeper inside of his moist sex. It was a bottomless pit of pleasure-- a pool of smooth chocolate for him to dive into, as deep as he pleased.
Finally, after minutes of unbounded luxury, he at last succumbed to their combined fragrance and began to knot. He pulled Suga against his body and ground around slowly at his insides, heightening their pleasure. When the Omega's sex began to struggle against his knotted girth, he did his best to utter out from his controlling instincts.
"Relax. Please. I will hurt you. Please."
Suga whimpered and granted him a slight nod, shaking in a combination of euphoria and pain. He panted with glassy eyes as his small sex locked into Daichi's crotch. Mere moments passed before Daichi climaxed in the most wonderful orgasm of his life and his seed bursting into the waiting hole, dripping out as it reached capacity. He maintained his gentle grip on Suga, holding him against his chest as his knot shrank back to its usual size. Then, he gingerly slipped it out, feeling supremely content and satiated as the silver Omega relaxed down against the messy bed. It took him a few moments to recuperate his senses-- too enraptured in watching his seed spill out of Suga's exposed sex.
"Suga," he panted out, his instincts finally shrinking back inside his waking mind. He laid himself down next to his Omega, and wrapped the boy in a sweaty embrace. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
Suga shook his head and Daichi felt him smile against his chest. "It was wonderful," he whispered, his throat beginning to rumble in an affectionate purr. "Really..."
At the quiet affirmation, Daichi's heart nearly stopped-- overwhelmed with happy joy.
Sugawara~
"Daichi, I need to go and check on my flock!" Suga whined, pushing away the Alpha's strong arms from his body. "Let gooooooo."
They had spent the entire morning fucking. In the shower. On the floor. In the bed. He had loved every minute of it-- something about Daichi's aroused scent always left him blubbering for more. More of everything. The man made him feel...safe. It was a different sort of security than he was used to. Most Alphas were possessive, but Daichi's fragrance was almost familial in nature. Not in attraction, they certainly weren't platonic, but in the unconditional protection it offered up. The captain seemed to understand him and, more than that, it seemed like he wanted to understand him-- wanted to learn about the harsh realities of being an Omega. In fact, Suga had been certain that Alphas like Daichi didn't exist at all.
Daichi gnashed his teeth, but allowed Suga to escape his grasp. He hurried to dress himself with the clothes he had worn the previous night-- they seriously needed a wash...they reeked of sex. He was going to have to change them before checking in on Yachi.
"I like you better with your clothes off," a low growl rumbled out from behind him-- from the very naked Alpha, lounging on the messy bed.
"Daichi, pull yourself together!" He chastised sweetly. "I want to stay, but I have obligations!"
"I can smell that your heat is coming up pretty soon," Daichi stated with a sly smirk, catching him off guard with the sudden forward remark.
He stiffened, then turned to face the Alpha, adjusting his shirt on his narrow shoulders. "Ah, I forgot about that," he chirped back in a successful attempt to hide his discomfort-- he was never going to mate. No matter how good Daichi proved himself to be, he would not fold. Not in this.
"Forgot about what?"
"That Alphas could smell when a heat is going to happen after sleeping with an Omega."
"Oh, yeah. I guess I couldn't smell it before now," Daichi replied with a chuckle that was almost a snort. "Useful."
"I'll be keeping my injection on me the next few days, so you don't need to worry about it," he added, trying to make his intentions know in a round about sort of way. "I'm a responsible Omega!"
"Mmm, okay."
"Well..." Suga continued, noticing the sullen change in the Alpha's scent. "I'm, uh, going to check on Yachi. Give her a bit of company. See you downstairs in a bit?"
"Yeah, sounds good."
Suga nodded with a hesitant smile and exited the room. He hated the feeling of guilt in his stomach at Daichi's disappointment. He shook his head, no, Daichi was an Alpha and he was never going to mate. The captain was just going to have to deal with that fact.
***
"Yachi, good afternoon!" Suga chirped to the small figure nestled under the soft blankets on the floor of the nesting room. "How are you feeling?"
"Hi, Suga," Yachi mumbled back, pulling the pink covers off of her sleepy head. "Um...you smell different..."
"Suuuuugaaaaa~" Oikawa burst into the room and Yachi jumped in fright. He bowled into Suga and deeply inhaled into his silver hair. "You slept with him! You naughty minx!"
Suga flushed a deep crimson and huffed into the dramatic grasp. He knew that the other household members were going to be able to smell the difference in his scent, but he wasn't prepared to explain himself. Not yet...he wasn't exactly sure of what he was doing with Daichi, not to mention where the relationship was headed.
"Did-did someone hu-hurt you?!" Yachi stuttered in question, releasing a fresh scent of fear that began to sour the tea green room.
"No, no, Yachi don't worry! I let him!" Suga quickly replied with a smile and shook his hands out in front of him. "It was mutual, I promise."
"Of course you did! You two are in loveeee~~" Oikawa teased, poking him in the shoulder with his forefinger. "Loveeeeee birdssssss!"
"Hush, Oikawa, Stop being a pest."
"I'm not being a pest!"
"You...let him?" Yachi asked, gazing up at her nestmates with large, questioning eyes.
The two boys knelt down in unison and crawled over the covers towards her, embracing her with their calming scents.
"It was consensual, Yachi. He's a good guy. Daichi...he's, um, he's a good Alpha," Suga reiterated, surprised to find himself truly believing the words. Perhaps, they would convince the blonde Omega that there were good, protective Alphas out there-- ones that wouldn't hurt her like Chaki had.
"Yachi! Why don't we bring him up here so you can see for yourself!" Oikawa proposed loudly with a sly wink. "They are good guys! The best of the best."
"Whaa-what?! Are you crazy!" Yachi squeaked and cowered beneath the covers once more.
Suga was unsure if they should push the girl, but he was certain that if they didn't intervene soon, she would never regain her old self. Maybe...if she met a soft spoken Alpha like Daichi...or even Asahi...she would have a change of heart.
"Do you trust us, Yachi?" He asked as he gingerly pulled back the blankets to smile down at her. =
"Yes...always..."
While the response was not fully on board with the idea, Suga pushed forward anyways, pleased with her tiny show of bravery. "Then, I think that you should let us introduce you to a couple of the Alphas. Well, introduce you on more personal terms than when you met them the first day we got here. You know, to prove to you that they're they're well mannered guys. Plus, Oikawa and I will both stay right by your side the whole time!"
"What if they...what if they jump us?!"
Oikawa laughed at the classic Yachi remark and ruffled her golden hair. "Oh, that won't happen! They're big softies. I can personally guarantee that they would never jump such a cute little Omega," he replied with a sly wink. "Not on my watch!"
"Yachi, this might be hard for you to hear, but I'd like you to listen if you could," Suga added, pushing out a tranquil scent to calm her nervous energy.
"O-okay."
He took in a subtle breath and gave Oikawa a knowing look-- they had hidden their sexual assaults from her, not wanting to upset her any more than they had to. However, if they told her about the protective Alphas and how they had come to their rescue, then maybe she would feel safe enough to, at the very least, leave the nesting room. It would be a small victory, but a victory nonetheless.
"Oikawa and I were both assaulted by random Alphas this past week, but we were saved by the Alphas living in this house. They fought with our attackers, pulled us to safety, licked our wounds, and scented us to try and prevent it from happening again. My Alpha," he paused, catching the possessive words in his throat. "Um, the Alpha I've been seeing has even suggested that we pair up the Omegas with an Alpha when we go outside the house. You know, for some extra protection."
"Even though I hate to admit it...we've landed ourselves a good group of Alpha boys here~~" Oikawa added in with a vigorous and knowing nod. "Who could've guessed it?"
"Exactly. I think that if you give some of them a chance and allow us to introduce them, you'll be surprised. Maybe, you'll even feel safer knowing that they're guarding our nest," Suga finished with a beaming smile, feeling hopeful that his small nestmate might agree to the terms.
Yachi was quiet for a moment and Oikawa pulled a pink felt blanket over her small shoulders to comfort her nervous figure.
"You really think this is a good idea?" She finally whispered, at long last placing her trust in her nestmate's plan.
"I do, my baby. I do," Suga replied, rubbing her back in small circles. "Truly, I think it's a good idea."
"Oikawa, you promise you'll stay beside me?" Yachi added in and he suppressed a chuckle at the remark-- Oikawa was definitely the person he would want by his side if he was in a situation like this...he was basically the nest's personal Alpha.
"Of course, my little princess. At your side, not a problem~~"
"O-okay, then let's do it."
Daichi~~
Daichi mentally listed off the things Suga had lectured once more- project a calm scent at all times. Maintain self control. Do not give into instincts. Do not try to approach or touch her. All very basic things...well, basic now that he had personal experience with Omegas. He glanced over at Asahi, noting that his Alpha friend was also going over his own internal checklist.
"Ready?" He asked and he was granted a nod before the pair entered the Omega nest.
Daichi felt pangs of guilt radiate over him when he saw the shaking girl nestled between Suga and Oikawa. He hated that his kind was responsible for damaging such a small and sweet person. He used to be proud of being an Alpha but now, he didn't even want to be associated with them. If he ever came across this 'Chaki' boy he would...
"Hello there!" Asahi interrupted his spiraling thoughts with a cheerful call. "I've heard so many wonderful things about you from Nishinoya!"
Daichi admired his Alpha friend- his calming scent was strong, much stronger than any scent he could hope to produce. "Hi, my name is Daichi," he added his own introduction with a somewhat awkward, yet gleeful wave.
"H-hello," came a squeaky reply and when Daichi heard the female Omega whisper 'is that the one' to Suga and he couldn't help but smirk to himself. .
"We haven't seen you around the house! Nishinoya told me that you feel safer in here. It's a pretty nice room, I get it," Asahi chimed in once more, eyes darting around the room, taking in its contents.
Yachi slowly nodded and Daichi noted that she was reacting quite positively to Asahi's experienced tranquil scent.
"I get that," Asahi continued with a knowing nod of agreement, stroking his goatee. "I feel safer in my room, too."
Daichi said nothing, in fact, he didn't feel like he had to. Asahi was the one with the Omega mother and he was clearly showcasing his experience- as the unofficial captain of their Alpha house, Daichi knew when to step aside and remain silent.
"Y-you do? I didn't know Alphas got scared..." Yachi piped up before cowering back at the loudness of her own voice.
"Oh all the time! Like if I see a scary movie, especially if it has spiders, I hate spiders. OH, or small spaces, heights, sunburns....." Asahi spewed out his train of thought and Daichi smirked to himself. The bunned giant looked frightening as all hell, but he was a the biggest softy he knew. "Basically anything that hurts me, breaking a bone, scraping my knees, bumping my head..."
Sensing that your Omega is in danger, Daichi thought to himself with frustration. He began radiating a subtle protective scent at the fleeting thought but thankfully, Yachi giggled at Asahi's monologue and he instantly relaxed into her soft, rosy fragrance.
"Yachi, these guys are on our side. And not just them either. All of the Alphas in this house are well-mannered. I promise," Suga said sweetly, purring in response to Daichi's protective scent.
"Yachi," the bunned Alpha started again, "may I call you that?"
"Y-yes."
"I want...no, we want you to feel comfortable in this house. It's your home as well as ours and we will do our best to make you feel accommodated. Accommodated in every room of this house, not just your nest, but the kitchen, the yard, the living room....where ever you want to go, we've got your back."
The scent of roses immensely increased until it was stifling all other fragrances in the tea green room. Asahi flashed a pleased smile and continued his verbal push, "what's your favorite thing for dinner?"
"Um...well, pancakes or waffles, especially ones with chocolate chips," the blonde Omega piped up with more confidence than Daichi thought possible of her.
"Suga, why don't you and Daichi go to the general store and pick up ingredients for a big breakfast dinner! We can even get a chocolate cake and ice cream for dessert!"
"The cake would be more for you than Yachi..." Daichi berated the Alpha playfully, hoping that a bit of verbal banter would give the timid Omega the final push she needed to break through her own defenses.
"So sue me! I like cake."
"You're going to get fat," Oikawa chimed in with a snarky remark that caused Daichi to burst into a gut-busting laugh.
"So mean!" Asahi whined, shaking his head in resignation.
When Yachi unleashed a quiet but genuine laugh, Daichi's heart soared in victory.
"I guess that would be okay..." She said with a timid smile that melted his insides. He wanted to protect her, perhaps not in the same way he wanted to protect Suga, but he certainly wasn't going to allow any Alpha to touch her without her expressed permission. His gaze flickered over to the silver Omega, happy to see a joyous smile plastered on the delicate features of his face, but Daichi knew that it was all thanks to Asahi.
Oikawa~~
Oikawa was more full than he had ever been in his entire life. Breakfast for dinner was something he had greatly missed-- Yachi would always make it for their nest when it was her week to cook. He and the other Omegas had been overjoyed when she joined them at the dining table. Their happy scents radiated throughout the house, positively influencing the moods of their Alpha housemates. It was one of the most peaceful evenings he had experienced in a very long time, even if his mind was still slightly distracted by the unspoken confusion in his blossoming relationship with Hajime.
The other Omegas, aside from Suga, nesting in with Daichi, had settled into their tea green room on the third floor. Most of the Alphas had retired to their rooms as well, succumbing to food comas in their own right, however, Oikawa did notice a strand of light creep out from under Tsukishima's door as he passed by. As studious as always...emotionless and studious.
He made his way up the second set of stairs towards the nest room, eager to rest his tired body-- still ample sore from the previous night's assault. Although Hajime had scented him earlier, and they had engaged in a rather steamy encounter, he was growing anxious with their lack of interaction since. Unsure of what to do, and thinking it best to utilize his usual tactic of avoidance, he decided to sleep in the Omega room. He wasn't sure of Hajime's intentions...or his own....maybe it would be best to write the entire ordeal off as a one time occurrence-- even if he truly wished that it wasn't.
As he rounded the corner of the dark hallway, a deep voice drew in his fleeting attention.
"Are you going to bed?"
He sluggishly turned on his heels, hesitant to partake in a conversation with the one person he had actively decided to elude. He rolled his head back and sighed, then retraced his steps to the stairwell and glanced down to the second landing, eyes taking in the stocky, athletic build of Hajime.
"You know better than to sneak up on an Omega, Hajime~~" He chirped down to the pensive Alpha, cringing his nose slightly at the man's upset scent.
"Shittykawa tip. I know, I know," Hajime drawled out lazily, unable to hide the hurt from his voice.
The response truly shocked Oikawa-- he didn't think the Alpha had really absorbed his lectures.
"You gonna nest tonight?" The Alpha pushed forward, inviting him into a conversation he really didn't want to have.
"I was thinking that I would..."
"How are your injuries? I can still smell them."
"Much better, thanks to you~~"
Hajime held his gaze, raking over his figure from a distance with dark, probing eyes and he grew increasingly uncomfortable with the unprovoked silence, fidgeting on his feet in the dark.
"I could lick them again...if you want," Hajime offered up after a few moments of silence, his face contorting with an uncomfortable tension at his own words.
Oikawa had hypothesized that the Alpha was unused to discussing his personal feelings, but the awkward remark definitely solidified the theory as fact. Well, he thought to himself with indignation, that made two of them.
"Are you offering to take care of me? How unexpected Mr. Alpha~~"
"Why do you have to turn everything into a chirp," the Alpha grumbled out in frustration, running a large hand through his short locks.
"Because, I like to see you squirm," Oikawa cheekily replied, casually leaning a shoulder against the wall of the hallway.
It was a lie, and he knew it, but he wasn't ready to show his cards to anyone, especially to a pensive Alpha like Hajime. Or...perhaps more accurately...he wasn't exactly certain that he was emotionally stable enough to handle any sort of rejection. He had baggage, lots of it, and he didn't know if Hajime could handle it-- or if he would still respect him after finding out about his past.
Hajime stepped forward and hiked himself up the stairs, much too slowly for his anxiously beating heart. When at last the Alpha stood before him, he flicked his shoulder, his throat rumbling in quiet irritation.
"We need to talk. Let's go."
Oikawa sighed and nodded his head in resignation, sluggishly following Hajime down the dim hallway, towards his room.
Hajime~
Hajime had actively avoided Oikawa all day. When he had woken up earlier that the morning, the Omega had already left his bed, leaving him with an intense, cold feeling of rejection that quickly snaked its way into his soul. The simple action made him more upset than he cared to admit, even to himself, and it left him with a bundle of terrible, unanswered questions. Did Oikawa regret letting him scent him? Was he the only one who felt the intense connection? Had he done something wrong?
Initially, he had intended to suppress his feelings for the entire matter, but they ate away at his thoughts throughout the day, demanding him to find some sort of reconciliation. After he had retired early from dinner, he stayed keenly alert in his room, listening and smelling for Oikawa's movements within the house through the open crack of his door. The moment he noticed the ocean fragrance waft by from the stairwell, he swiftly got up from his bed to follow it. After a brief and irritating exchange with the Omega, he decided to assert his dominance, demanding for the two of them to talk. Him...demanding to talk about his feelings...he never thought that he would see the day.
Hajime gently closed the door of his room then moved in front of the unusually quiet Omega. There were so many things they needed to discuss and he didn't have the slightest idea of where to start. He was still very, very new to the emotional discussion club, but the one thing he knew for certain was that he wanted everything sorted out-- immediately. The flurry of unanswered questions had left him feeling distressed, preventing him from maintaining his scent with his usual level of control. Even Asahi had mentioned that he smelled off, a gross mixture of panic and confusion.
"Why did you leave?" He asked with an irritated growl, deciding to tackle the most pertinent of his problems first.
"What do you mean?" Oikawa replied, reflecting the conversation back with ease-- he was quickly learning that the chestnut boy was a king at emotional avoidance, almost as good as he was.
"This morning. Why did you leave?"
"I-"
"Did you regret letting me scent you?"
"Hajime-"
"Did I hurt you," he pushed further, releasing a snarl at the implications of his own question.
"Stop interrupting me, Hajime~~" Oikawa sighed, running a hand through his soft hair in exasperation. "I don't regret it. I promise. But I...well...the assault..."
Hajime unleashed a deep, throaty rumble that that the Omega into a subtle flinch. He wanted to punch a hole in the wall. He didn't want to think about the previous day's events. How could he protect Oikawa if he didn't return his affections? He couldn't be around him at all hours of the day...that was what scenting was for.
"Hajime," Oikawa said with an exasperated sigh, interrupting his unpleasant train of thought. "Stop growling and listen to what I have to say. Sometimes, after things like yesterday happen, I just need some time to myself. That's all it is."
"After. Things. Like. That. Happen." Hajime repeated, his instincts pushing their way to the forefront of his mind, deepening his voice with choppy responses.
"Yes...after sexual assaults. Sometimes, I just need time to reset myself alone."
"You've been raped before," Hajime snarled out in near roar and clenched his fists, ready to throw a punch into the plaster of nearest wall. Who the fuck touched his Omega. He was going to slaughter them. Bash through their skulls with his bare hands.
"Hajime, the life of an Omega is hard, you know~~" Oikawa chided, attempting to lighten the mood of the room with a playful quip.
"Who."
"Who what?"
"Who raped you before."
"I don't know! Young and stupid Alphas. I don't exactly keep track of them."
Hajime couldn't handle the conversation any longer, he needed the Omega in his arms. He had been hit with a sudden, overbearing need reassert to himself that Oikawa was still alive. That his heart was beating inside his chest. He swiftly closed the gap between them and pulled the chestnut boy into his arms, squeezing tightly around him as he blanketed their forms in a powerful, protective scent.
"Huh. You really don't like the fact that I've been touched by other Alphas," Oikawa whispered softly in his ear, purring against his neck.
"No," Hajime growled in response, scenting him with vigor. "I don't like that you've been touched by other Alphas and against your will. You are mine. Mine."
"Well," Oikawa mumbled out against his chest, subconsciously flooding the room with a joyous, sea salty fragrance. "I'm not technically yours yet."
"You. Will. Be." Hajime managed to utter out, the instinct to fuck the Omega in his arms abruptly hitting him like a sack of bricks. "If. You. Allow."
It wasn't just a desire to fuck, but a desire to mate, as well. Anything within his power to better ensure Oikawa's safety. With the affectionate purrs against his neck and the clean, fresh scent of the air, he wanted to take the chestnut Omega then and there. However, he fought back against his darkening mind-- fearing that Oikawa's injuries, both mental and physical, were too great.
"You're losing yourself~~" He heard Oikawa chirp in sly tone, the usual banter doing well to snap him back to reality.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, nuzzling into the boy's chestnut hair. "I can't help it. Your smell. I want to fuck you...I don't want anyone else to touch you. But, even if you agreed...I don't want to hurt you. You're still too injured."
"Oh, hush. I can handle a little pain~" The chestnut Omega replied softly in his ear, then granted him a cheeky wink.
At the sly admission, Hajime's instincts flooded back at full force, against his best wishes. "Are. Sure. Are. You. Sure," he growled, the words pouring out in a choppy, feral flurry.
"If it's from you, I don't mind," Oikawa quietly affirmed, shimmying out of his loose grip. "Your scent has been driving me insane for days now...so...."
Hajime didn't need to hear anything more. Oikawa had admitted to being just as enraptured with his scent. Mutual attraction. Good enough, he mused through his cloudy instincts, sort out the emotional stuff later. For now, he was going to dive head first into the same unchecked ecstasy he had felt the night before.
Oikawa~
"Take off your clothes and come here," Hajime commanded in a hushed whisper as he leaned back against the headboard, atop the grey covers.
Oikawa shivered at the tone of desire dripping off the words. He shimmied out of his light jeans and pulled his turquoise shirt over his head, as sensually as he could, then slowly crawled over the mattress towards the the waiting Alpha. Hajime spread his own legs apart, directing Oikawa with darkening eyes to lean back against his broad chest.
After leaning his naked back against the Alpha, Oikawa started to feel exposed-- more exposed than he had been in his entire life. Not necessarily in physical openness, he had been highly open to many partners in the past, but mentally exposed. Unlike his previous sexual encounters, he couldn't seem to roll back his lustful fragrance in Hajime's pretense. The Alpha's feral scent was...all consuming and he had no way to escape it...did he even want to?
"My, my, Omega..." Hajime gruffly whispered in his ear, pausing briefly to nibble of the sensitive scent glands beneath it. "Your cock is pierced. How about that."
Oikawa blushed a deep crimson and sheepishly turned away his head. He had never felt ashamed of the piercing before, but he was growing increasingly aware an innate desire within himself-- one that wanted to please the snarky Alpha. Perhaps, from the intense anxiety that was brewing inside of him, fearful of being abandoned.
Hajime grazed a large hand across his delicate neck and down to his exposed chest. "I like it," he whispered again, harshly twisting a pink nipple between his fingers. "Touch yourself, Omega. Show me how much control you have..."
Oikawa shivered against the Alpha's muscular chest, warmth pooling deep within his abdomen. Hajime's potent scent had grown in dominance, becoming so consuming that he could hardly stop his body from shaking in need. He slowly grazed a delicate hand down his abdomen and towards his glistening cock, already pulsing painfully against stomach. As he gingerly gripped around its slender girth, the world around him hummed to life, flooding his senses with arousal. Hajime released a low, thunderous growl as Oikawa's aroused fragrance burst out into the room, lacing itself into the sexual Alpha scent.
As Oikawa methodically stroked his own length, his movements growing less cautious with each passing second, he suddenly realized that he had never had a partner like Hajime before. There was something about his scent...something that made him go mad with...heat. He had never felt an intense desire to be knotted by an Alpha. Until Hajime. With Hajime, he needed to be filled. Every fiber of his being was crying out for the dark Alpha, whining for physical contact with his tanned skin, his mouth, his tongue, and his member.
As Oikawa neared his climax, aided by the feeling of the Alpha's hard, lengthy member pushing against his back, Hajime snarled into his ear to stop his hand in place.
"Don't you dare come."
At the feral challenge, he loosened his grip, nodding his head through blurry vision. He wanted a release so badly, but he wanted to be knotted more.
"Please, Alpha. Please. I can't...I can't take it...I can't..."
Hajime relinquished his attention from Oikawa's now swollen nipples and lowered his hand down to his overworked cock. Lazily, he drew a forefinger up its swollen length, pausing to gently flick the mental bar embedded in the head.
Oikawa moaned out, shuddering his sweaty back against Hajime's covered chest as electric sparks shot through his naval. He needed to feel the Alphas skin against his own, but he was quickly learning that Hajime liked to be the one in control. Oikawa didn't mind the Alpha's dominance. In fact, he found himself in a state of aroused anticipation, waiting to see what would happen next.
"You look so gorgeous like this. Slumped against me. Soaking my sheets with your sex. Panting for me," Hajime growled into his ear and grazed over his piercing once more, then gingerly gripped his small balls."Doing your best not to come without my knot..."
Oikawa gasped, barely pulling back his orgasm, and quickly released his tight grip on his cock, shaky hands hovering just inches from it He couldn't touch himself any further, one more stroke, and he would come. When Hajime grazed his tongue over his open scent glands and gave his balls a playful squeeze, his eyes clamped shut in concentration. It was taking everything he had to keep himself under control, and now, he was so close to release that he couldn't even bear to look at the scene before him.
"Please, Alpha...I c-can't. I-I can't hold out..." He whimpered as he slumped back further into Hajime's sensual embrace, quivering with need.
"Neither can I," Hajime replied with a feral snarl that kicked his unchecked arousal into overdrive. Instinctively, he lurched forward, arching his back into the covers to present himself.
He needed to be filled...not by just anyone...he needed Hajime...he was going to go mad.
Hajime clamored on top of him, pinning their sweaty forms against the soft mattress. As Oikawa's stomach was pushed down into the soft mattress, a large hand grabbed under his chin and forced his head roughly to the side. His mouth was abrupty claimed by the Alpha, nipping and snarling at his swollen lips. He loved Hajime's raw, instinctual power-- it blanketed his form, tossing his mind into a chaotic ecstasy of hot fire. While he had never truly had consensual sex, he was certain the roughness suited his tastes- for Hajime had also proved to be cautious and caring in his lovemaking.
When he felt large fingers burrow into his delicate hips, raising his ass into the air, he gladly arched his back into the bed and shook his hips.
"Knot me, Alpha. PLEASE!" He cried out in frustration when Hajime didn't immediately push into him. He glanced over his shoulder and raised his ass higher, imploring the Alpha with chocolate eyes. "H-Hajime, I can't take another second of this. Please. PLEASE!"
Hajime~
"H-Hajime, I can't take another second of this," Oikawa whined at him, glancing over his shoulder with foggy eyes and parted pink lips, drawing in subtle gasps for air.
It was taking everything Hajime had to not thrust aggressively into the small, perfect ass before him. After rushing to pull off his remaining clothing, he paused to admire the the Omega siren before him-- his slender thighs slick from pleasure and his small cock looked painfully ready to burst.
"I. Will. Hurt. You." He managed to snarl out as he fought against his feral nature-- it hadn't been his intention to fuck the chestnut boy, he was still too injured. However, somewhere along the playful foreplay, and he wasn't exactly sure when, he had lost himself in Oikawa's all consuming fragrance.
"Pleaaase," came another lustful whine, his delicate hand reaching back back to grab at Hajime's thick cock.
When his slender fingers made contact, he attempted to direct it into his wet hole, but Hajime roughly grabbed his wrist and pinned it forward into the covers. Leaning his weight over the Omega's delicate form he snarled in threat, his scent encapsulating their forms with his dominant energy.
"I fuck you. You don't fuck me."
Oikawa's head furiosly nodded in understanding and he rocked his hips back, purring with pleasure at the aggressive words. Hajime refused to comply with Oikawa's entrancing action and instead reached beneath his hips to tug at his delicate cock, one final time. As he played with the small metal balls, the chestnut boy bucked his hips, trying to escape his methodical grip.
"PLEASE."
"Do you want me to fuck you," he growled, ignoring the frantic plea that already answered his question. "Do you want my knot?"
"P-please, H-hajime!" Oikawa stuttered out as Hajime expertly kept his orgasm just out of reach.
"Answer the question."
"YES. PLEASE FUCK ME. FILL ME!" The Omega cried out with a loud, instinctual whine of need, gnashing his fingers into the grey covers in frustration. "I CAN'T TAKE IT!"
Hajime smirked at the desperate response, then received a painful reminder of the boy's injuries as he sat back on his haunches. While Oikawa's sex was beyond slick, it still retained tears and now scarring bite marks on his cheeks. Hajime's throat rumbled in aggitation and he internally reminding himself to never treat Oikawa in such a harsh manner. Had it not been for his overwhelming arousal, he would have lost himself to another fit of unchecked rage at the sight. He shook his head, and lined up his swollen cock, pausing to softly graze a hand over the damaged skin.
"I. will. never. hurt. you. like. this." He snarled as he thumbed over a white, raised scar, receiving a loud purr in response.
He still felt ample tinges of remorse looking at the injured state of Oikawa's awaiting sex, but it wasn't enough to stop his instincts. They were clouding his mind with their screeching desire. In one swift movement, he pushed his cock into the soaked hole, causing the Omega to gasp out in ecstasy, his flushed face buried in the comforter. Thrusting out of sheer, untapped pleasure, Hajime lowered his body down to graze hips lips along Oikawa's pale shoulder blades-- he needed the Omega to know that he desired every single part of him. His lips. His sex. His sensual, intoxicating fragrance. Everything.
After an eternity of feral euphoria, gladly drowning in a sea of Oikawa's hyper-aroused fragrance, Hajime felt his cock swell into an early knot.
"Stay. Still." He growled into the Omega's ear, internally praying that his large knot would leave the fresh wounds in tact. "Knotting. Stay. Still."
As his member swelled, Oikawa's hole stretched to accommodate his growing girth. He pulled the Omega towards him by the neck and bit down hard on the pale flesh of his shoulder-- an instinctual act, claiming what was his. Drawing a small amount of blood, he hurried to lick up the tender flesh to ensure a quick heal. Then, he nipped up the soft skin of Oikawa's neck to the line of his jaw, inhaling the ocean fragrance in full. For a brief moment, they made eye contact and Hajime lost himself in Oikawa's hazel eyes-- cloudy with pain and pleasure. Soon...soon it will only be pleasure, he thought as he claimed the chestnut boy's swollen lips with his own. When the potent mixture of their aroused scents finally overtook his mind, his knot erupted into the warm confines of Oikawa's sex. When the Omega released a happy sigh against his chest and relaxed back against him, he allowed his own feelings of satisfaction to pour out. He didn't hurt Oikawa...and maybe...this time...he wouldn't wake up to an empty bed.
The moment he slipped his shrinking cock out Oikawa's full sex, Haijme scooped the slender boy into his arms and sat back against the headboard of the bed, laying the exhausted Omega against his exposed chest.
"Did I hurt you," he asked after his own panting had subsided, rubbing his scent glands over the chestnut locks.
"It hurt, but not because of you," Oikawa purred in response, happily accepting his Alpha scent.
Although he was incredibly angry that his Omega was subject to pain on his behalf, he was pleased that he had done enough to counter it with pleasure.
"Lie forward. I need to lick your wounds. I probably reopened some of them."
"Okay, but only because I want them healed so we can do this again. Without restraint."
"Oh, it's going to happen again. You're going into heat in," Hajime paused to sniff into Oikawa's soft, sweaty hair. "Eleven days. Less than two weeks."
"How forward of you, Hajime. Already thinking that we're going to mate~~" Oikawa chirped back as he moved down his back to lick the scratches along his hips.
"You don't want to?" He genuinely asked back, shoving down a sudden spike of fear at the thought of losing the chestnut boy.
"No, I just don't think you could keep up! My heat has been known to last for four days, it's quite a record~~"
"Four days of fucking you? Not a problem."
"I guessssss we'll find out~~"
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