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Koichi smiled up at his mama as Osamu fixed his little school uniform. His belly was really starting to grow round now, and Koichi liked to stare at it and imagine how it would get even bigger. He was having a little brother, and he couldn’t be happier for his little family, his happy mama and his new papa, and soon, a brother to love and dote on. Koichi had very exciting things to share with his friends at school, and he felt eager to go back and start his first day of first grade.
“Ready?” asked his mama softly, and Koichi nodded.
“Let’s go,” he said, and Osamu slowly rose to his feet with a smile. Koichi took his hand, leading his mama out of his bedroom that would soon not be only his anymore. Koichi had never envisioned sharing a room or being a big brother, but he thought he liked the idea of it. He had worried at first, of course, that Shugo would love the baby more than him, but then Shugo had made Koichi his, making himself an official papa, and Koichi felt only excited now. He rarely thought about his old life anymore, everything too filled with happiness and smiles and lots of love and laughter.
The new walk to school was nice, short enough, and soon Koichi was staring down the road at two very familiar faces. Keiko was beaming bright, Kentaro hanging back with his own mama, and Koichi looked up at Osamu and asked, “Can I go ahead?”
Osamu smiled and nodded that Koichi could, and the little boy grinned as he darted forward, his small book bag thumping against his back. “Kei-chan, Ken-chan! Guess what?” he called.
Keiko met him halfway, but Koichi waited with a smile until Kentaro and his mama caught up, and then he told them all, “I’m gonna have a little brother!”
“Oh, Ko-chan, that’s so exciting!” hushed Keiko. Kentaro, on the other hand, was silent as he stared at Koichi with a cautious look in his eyes. Koichi smiled at him, and then he reached out his two hands, one for each of the twins to take. Keiko took his right hand eagerly, Kentaro a little slower to take his left. Finally, Koichi turned around and took Kentaro’s instead, smiling at the young Alpha. Kentaro stared at Koichi with a surprised, frozen smile. Unbeknownst to Koichi or the twins, their mamas watched them, Kenma with a dazed look and Osamu with a bright, happy smile.
“Come on,” Koichi called with a giggle as he led the twins inside their school, all three at varying levels of eager. Past the gates, Koichi told the two, “If your mama says it’s okay, maybe you can come over after school this week, and we can play in my new room.” He made sure to look right at Kentaro as he extended the invite and give the boy a smile. Kentaro stared dead ahead, but his fingers flexed ever so lightly around Koichi’s, squeezing just a little bit tighter.
“Yeah!” cheered Keiko, while Kentaro gave a slow nod. He walked them dutifully to their Omegan classroom, and at the door, he finally looked at Koichi.
“Have a good day, Ken-chan,” Koichi told him, and Kentaro nodded.
“You, too, Koichi. I will see you later.”
It was so mature of him, and Koichi’s smile turned brighter. “Yeah!” he cheered, and then he turned into his class, feeling like he could float.
-x-
“Kageyama,” someone called from the door to his classroom, and blue eyes slowly turned up. Every eye in the class turned knowingly to Tobio as his classmate called, “Someone’s asking for you.”
Tobio sighed and slowly stood, nodding. He’d wondered why he’d expected the last half of his senior year to be any different than the first, but it seemed that nothing had changed. After the big gala, he hadn’t had much time to stop by Tooru’s work anymore, and Shouyo seemed to have no reason to call or text, nothing to say. It wasn’t serious, his fling with Shouyo, but still Tobio wondered why it bothered him.
He walked to the door and stuck his head out, blue eyes roaming. A petit Omega stood just outside against the wall, head down and hands tugging nervously at the front of his skirt. Vaguely, Tobio thought that he was about as small as Shouyo was, but this Omega had light brown hair and softly tanned skin. Hazel eyes peeked up, and Tobio pursed his lips, surprised for a moment. Pretty, he thought vaguely. He wasn’t sure what it was; he hadn’t thought much of the other Omegas and Betas that had come around.
Tobio stepped outside and asked, “You wanted to talk to me?”
The Omega stood up straight, nodding shyly. Here, the similarity with Shouyo was nonexistent, too. Tobio pushed the thought aside, inhaling slowly of mint and honey. It reminded him of the tea his mom liked to drink, and he felt… comfortable. That was new, too.
Tobio wasn’t usually one to offer it, but something in him made him suggest the two walk out towards the courtyard to talk behind the school. The Omega was quiet, smiling softly as he followed after Tobio. Usually Tobio would hate the silence, but something about this Omega was so small that Tobio felt the need to protect more than anything else. Something inside of him rumbled, pleased; his inner Alpha was piqued. Tobio frowned, but he didn’t question it. What harm would it do to follow his gut once in a while and just go with the flow? He still had a little while left to experience being young before he had to get serious.
The air outside was warm but not uncomfortable, and Tobio made his way to the small garden across from the sports fields, where the gardening club planted flowers and vegetables. There was a bench there, and Tobio sat down on it. The Omega settled beside him after a moment and let out a tiny exhale, nervously fixing his skirt again.
“I won’t bite,” Tobio said, but he didn’t feel annoyed like he usually might. He never understood people fretting around him, but today he kind of liked it. To think he made someone so nervous, and despite that, they still wanted to be brave and talk to him. He’d never realized what kind of courage that took, and he suddenly felt a little proud of the ones who had approached him before. It couldn’t be easy, he supposed. He didn’t really have any interest either way in dating, but maybe he was feeling more sentimental now that his high school days were coming to a close. What was the harm in having some fun? Shouyo had taught him that.
After another little while, the Omega looked up and softly smiled. “I’m sure you’re tired of getting called out,” he hushed, and Tobio glanced over. The Omega smiled a little warmer, his cheeks flushing. “You’re popular, and I kept waiting to hear that you had a girlfriend or boyfriend, but you stayed single. I actually don’t have much hope for myself, but I couldn’t help but think I had a shot when you turned down everyone else. Is that silly?”
Tobio shrugged, not sure that he would call it silly anymore. He glanced out at the baseball field.
The Omega continued, “I love volleyball, so I always came and watched our school’s games, and I always had this smile on my face when you played. You look so cool…”
Tobio glanced over and smiled wryly. He always felt like he looked stupidly hyper-focused during his matches, but the Omega was looking at him with glittering eyes. By the color of his school slippers, Tobio could tell he was a first year student. “What’s your name?” he asked, and he realized it was the first time he’d ever bothered before. The Omega smiled in happy surprise.
“Oh! Kouta Mikoshiba! My friends call me Kou.”
“Kouta-kun,” Tobio hummed, testing it out. Kouta blushed, hard to see on his bronzed cheeks. He hummed softly.
“So… well,” he whispered, fidgeting his slender fingers. “I really like you, Kageyama-senpai, so I was hoping we could… date.” Kouta let out a laugh and then said, “Well, I’m not expecting much, so we could be friends, instead-”
“Sure,” Tobio replied with a nod, and he watched as Kouta’s eyes went wide, his head snapping up so he could stare at Tobio.
“Sure?” he asked.
“You said you came and saw all my games. That feels sincere, and you’re cute.” This time, Tobio could see Kouta’s blush. “I like to talk about volleyball a lot, so it would be nice to talk to someone who gets it.”
“You want to be friends,” Kouta said in disbelief, still confused and not wanting to hope too much, but Tobio frowned at him.
“No, the first thing. Dating.”
Kouta’s eyes went all the wider, and he really was pretty cute. For a moment, Tobio had a deja vu of Shouyo, the same eyes, just as wide. “Yeah? Really?” rushed Kouta breathlessly, and Tobio nodded again. He thought that if Kouta really liked volleyball, at least they’d have something to talk about, and maybe Kouta wouldn’t get bored when all Tobio had to discuss was his plays and his serves and his games.
“I don’t mind,” Tobio repeated, nodding. Kouta looked beside himself.
“Oh!” he hushed, beaming bright. “Then… could I get your number?”
Tobio nodded, and then he asked, feeling quite bold, “Are you free this weekend?”
“Yes!” blustered Kouta, still so excited and shocked. He typed in Tobio’s contact info and saved it immediately, like it might change or get lost.
Tobio nodded, his head feeling a little like one of those bobble heads. The idea of dating this Omega was unappealing at all; Tobio stood up, thinking at the very least he could talk Kouta’s ear off about volleyball.
“Oh!” Kouta rushed, standing up with Tobio. He was so tiny. “Kageyama-senpai, how about lunch tomorrow?! I could bring you something! And maybe I could come watch your practice-?”
Tobio glanced down, surprised. “Just call me Tobio,” he murmured, and Kouta nodded.
“Then, Tobio-senpai; I’ll make you a bento-!”
Tobio stared at fidgeting hands, at a beaming smile, and he shrugged. “Sure,” he muttered, wondering why his inner Alpha was rolling around, having the time of his life. He stared at Kouta’s tiny hands, and like he was having an out-of-body experience, he asked, “Want to hold hands while I walk you back to your classroom?”
Kouta looked bowled over. He stuck both of his hands out for Tobio to choose and nodded eagerly. “Yes! Please! Thank you!”
Tobio took his left hand and then headed back inside, this time towards the Omega wing. Kouta’s hand was tiny and warm in his big one, and Tobio supposed he didn’t mind it. Kouta asked him what he liked and didn’t like to eat, and Tobio said he wasn’t picky, he just didn’t like tomatoes. He’d eat them, but if he could choose… By the time he dropped Kouta off, Tobio was feeling kind of high and mighty, thinking it was nice to have an Omega fawn over him like this. Kouta seemed different, not annoying somehow, though he imagined the other Omegas would have been much the same. Still, Kouta was the first one who’d said he’d watched all of Tobio’s games, that he loved volleyball. Tobio liked that. He walked back to his classroom, hushed whispers following him. Everyone knew his reputation, and they wondered now what was so special about Kouta, probably.
Tobio ignored it as he silently gathered his things to head home. Maybe he’d walk home with Aina and tell her about his new boyfriend. Maybe she’d talk his ear off again about her own conquests with Noa. Maybe he’d brag that he had a date before she did.
-x-
“Sakusa! Where’s your head at?!”
Kiyoomi rolled his shoulders to try to loosen them, nodding in the general direction of his coach. A few of his teammates glanced his way, but Kiyoomi didn’t pay them any mind. He just had to focus on the ball, right? Black eyes watched it fly across the net after someone on his side made a lucky save, and he mumbled an apology as he set himself in position to block the rebounding serve. He caught it perfectly and sent it back over the net, everyone still startled from his kill a few moments before. As Kiyoomi landed gracefully, he watched the ball smash into the ground across the net and then bounce away, his team scoring a point.
“Nice, Kiyoomi!” Hayato shouted as he jumped in excitement, his grin big and cheesy. Kiyoomi just nodded as they rotated and the next server set up to spike the ball. They just needed one more point to win, and they could get it easily; Kiyoomi just had to keep his head in the game.
He glanced over when a rough smack to his back rattled him, Hayato grinning blindingly beside him after their win. “You okay, man?” the libero asked, and Kiyoomi almost rolled his eyes. Hayato was the last person he would ever answer that question for, and the other grinned like he knew it. “How’s Atsumu~?”
Kiyoomi took a long drag of his water bottle in lieu of answering, and Hayato laughed. “Good, good,” he hummed, and Kiyoomi let him think that it was.
He expected Hayato to walk away after that like he always did, but the man hung around, buzzing like a fly that Kiyoomi was tempted to just swat away. He leaned closer, pulling his jersey up to wipe at his face, showing off his abs as he murmured, “Hey, rumor is that the pro teams are looking to recruit from our school, and there’s a mini war going on over which team is gonna win the contract. Who do you think they’re scouting for?”
Kiyoomi closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders again. He didn’t know how to say it didn’t matter to him unless it was Japan’s team. He also wasn’t one for the normal locker room gossip, and especially not lately; he had more important things to worry about. Getting Atsumu back trumped everything, and Kiyoomi had been wracking his brain for ideas. Tetsuro had been helping him as much as he could, but a few days ago, he’d gone radio silent, and Kiyoomi was trying not to read into it too much. He was still an Alpha; he still had his pride. He wasn’t going to beg for help even if he knew he needed it.
The only thing he would beg for was for Atsumu to reply to him, to let him see him, for forgiveness from his Omega. He wasn’t too proud for that, but Atsumu wouldn’t even reply to his texts. Kiyoomi knew better than to be too desperate, but he refused to stop sending his two texts a day, one in the morning and one at night. He asked Atsumu every time if he was eating, if he was sleeping well, begging him to take care of himself. He wanted to make sure that Atsumu knew he wasn’t ready to let this go yet, that he wasn’t giving up without a fight, whatever he had to. No amount of money was too much to spend, and no amount of time was wasted in Kiyoomi’s eyes when it came to his most beloved.
Nothing else mattered. Nothing.
Kiyoomi showered quickly and then headed out, planning out his evening to keep him occupied. His feet wanted to carry him to Atsumu’s place, but he steered himself forcefully home instead. The big house felt emptier than ever, and Kiyoomi was really coming to hate his childhood home, but he had nowhere else to go. As he walked, he hoped that Atsumu was doing okay, taking care of himself, not crying alone. Kiyoomi reprimanded himself for the billionth time and begged Atsumu silently to forgive him. No, even if Atsumu wanted to yell at him and hold a grudge, anything was better than this silence. Kiyoomi didn’t need Atsumu’s forgiveness; he just needed to be by his Omega’s side.
With a heavy sigh, Kiyoomi trudged upstairs to his room, where he set his bags down on his bed. He first carefully sorted out his dirty laundry into his various hampers, and then he turned to his desk, pulling out his desk chair and sinking heavily into it. He collected his text books and laptop from his backpack, grabbing his phone from the side pocket before slowly setting that away at the corner of his desk. He always kept it nearby, but it was eerily quiet lately. Kiyoomi wished he knew what he should do to get a response, anything; Atsumu had even stopped reading his texts.
Kiyoomi tried for a good two hours to study, but it just wasn’t happening. Lately, his law classes were hard in a way that felt defeating, not because Kiyoomi didn’t mentally understand it, but because there was no reason to anymore. Kiyoomi really had been such an idiot to think he could be satisfied with following along with what his parents wanted for him. After feeling Atsumu’s passion, there was only one thing that made sense anymore in Kiyoomi’s mind, and he wanted it with an intensity that almost scared him.
Could going pro win Atsumu back? Did it matter even if it wasn’t enough? Kiyoomi would do anything for a future with Atsumu in it, but more than that, he had tasted happiness with the Omega, and nothing else mattered anymore but Atsumu’s passion. What Kiyoomi would kill for, die for, was to make Atsumu’s dreams come true. It had taken a lot of soul-searching and being beaten over the head, but he knew now that this was the path his future had to take. Following Atsumu’s vision of the future was where Kiyoomi would finally find his own fulfillment.
Kiyoomi thought back on Hayato’s hushed words from earlier, and he pressed his folded hands to his face. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone, and he slowly reached for it. No new texts, but he hadn’t expected there to be; instead, Kiyoomi opened up a new text thread.
There was only one person left he could think to call on, and he prayed it wouldn’t make him look weak to admit he’d lost Atsumu so quickly.
-x-
Osamu pounded so hard on Atsumu’s door that the whole thing rattled on its hinges. He wanted to think it was mostly pregnancy hormones that had him so upset, but he hated that it had taken a vague text from Kiyoomi to realize he hadn’t heard from Atsumu in weeks.
With his little brother, that could only mean one thing, and Osamu was peeved. Not this shit again, Tsumu. Osamu pounded at the door harder, his scent souring in the warm, late summer air. He’d started smelling his milkiness come through, but it smelled bad now, the dairy spoilt. Osamu sighed in frustration.
“Tsumu!” he called out crudely. “Ya better not be growin’ mushrooms in there! Open the door, idiot!”
Osamu knocked again before finally trying the door knob, growling in brooding emotions when he found it unlocked. He pushed inside Atsumu’s apartment an instant later, huffing out, “Tsumu, ya idiot, ya left yer front door unlocked, so I’m comin’ in!”
His scent become more oppressive and obvious in the small entryway, and Osamu frowned sharply; he had to calm down. He grabbed at the wall as he pulled his shoes off before wading deeper inside. The smell only got worse with each step, and it took Osamu a moment too long to realize that it wasn’t his scent that was foul and stinking up the whole apartment now. Burnt honey and sour jasmine seemed stuffed into the very walls, and Osamu frowned sharply before covering his mouth and nose.
What had happened? Kiyoomi had been almost too vague to even raise an alarm, and if it wasn’t for Atsumu’s silence, Osamu would have assumed it was just more of the same, but no, something was definitely different and very wrong. Kiyoomi’s scent was non-existent in the small space, and Osamu frowned sharply as he breathed through his mouth, wading deeper into the apartment and towards Atsumu’s bedroom.
“Tsumu,” Osamu called out gruffly, and a moment later, a muted reply finally came. It stopped Osamu right in front of the bedroom door.
“I’m fine, Samu, go home. I don’t wanna see ya.”
Osamu frowned so sharply that his cheeks ached, and then he kicked out at the bedroom door, the thing slowly creaking and sliding open. Osamu blinked at the mess inside, hard to make out in the dim lighting if it wasn’t for how bad it was. Osamu groaned and inhaled to yell at Atsumu, but that’s when he really smelled it.
What he’d assumed was his own sour milkiness was actually not, and Osamu froze, mouth hung open and eyes going wide. “Oh no,” he whispered. A little louder and much more serious now, “Atsumu, what happened? Don’t tell me…”
A heavy sigh sounded from inside the bedroom, but it was laced with a sadness that Osamu recognized only because he had once felt like that; hopeless, alone, scared. Osamu pushed the door all the way open, and then he stepped inside Atsumu’s den. The floor was a mess, but what was really awry was Atsumu’s mountain of a nest, shakily built out of desperation, and the Omega himself, buried so deep inside that it was almost like he wanted the nest to eat him up and make him disappear.
Osamu breathed out Atsumu’s name as something washed through him, confusion and sudden understanding, and finally, Atsumu peered his head out. His hair was a mess, and he was dressed in what had to be an old shirt that Kiyoomi had left behind. It likely didn’t smell like the Alpha anymore; any trace of Kiyoomi seemed to be gone, save for something that smelled faintly fake and manufactured. Perfume, Osamu realized. Still, it could do very little to touch the sadness in the air, thick and heavy.
Slowly, Atsumu pulled himself out of his nest, into view, and he sighed as he peered up at his older twin. Osamu just stood frozen, shocked to silence by the revelation that was dawning. Atsumu looked at him like he knew Osamu knew, but it was the shame and sadness on his face that threw Osamu the most off-kilter.
He could deduce two things very clearly. The first was from the mate mark he could now see on Atsumu’s neck, meaning he and Kiyoomi had finally gotten together, and the second came from the scent in the air, so like his own but sour, wrong.
Osamu exhaled sharply, and then he breathed, “Tsumu… Yer pregnant.”
Atsumu didn’t even blink. Looking closer, his eyes were red and bloodshot, swollen, and it looked like he’d already cried over his own realization of the truth. How soon had he known? This mess didn’t make itself overnight, and Atsumu looked like he hadn’t properly slept or eaten in weeks. Golden eyes almost black in the low light stared up at Osamu, and Atsumu slowly nodded.
“Yea,” he croaked like he hadn’t spoken aloud in days.
Osamu felt a rush of so many things simultaneously that it was hard to parse through. He hurriedly stepped forward and then sank down beside Atsumu, grabbing at his brother’s neck and then slowly stroking at his new mate mark. It hadn’t been there at their announcement party, and Osamu hadn’t seen Atsumu since. His thumb stuttered, and then he leaned in to inhale Atsumu. Sure enough, that milky scent was there, coming from Atsumu just the same as it came from his own neck. Osamu inhaled sharply as he pulled back, and he tried to calm his own scent to get some of the foul out of the air. Atsumu just stared blearily ahead.
“What happened, Tsumu?” whispered Osamu when he felt clear-headed enough to hear the answer, and Atsumu heaved in a quick, shaky breath, his whole body trembling for a moment. Osamu stared at his face, and he startled when tears suddenly began leaking down. Atsumu’s lower lip and chin trembled wildly as he tried to clench his jaw to keep his sobs muffled.
“Well, it’s about what ya can guess,” he replied finally, but it wasn’t any sort of answer, and for a moment, Osamu shook his brother.
“What did Omi do to ya?” he breathed threateningly, only able to draw his own conclusions, but Atsumu’s head snapped around at that, eyes wide.
“No, Samu-! I mean, he knotted me even though I didn’t want him ta, but it’s not his fault! I shouldn’t ‘ave expected him- It was his first time, and I went inta heat-! Samu, Omi didn’t… do anythin’ wrong…”
Osamu blinked, not understanding at all, and he stared into the face of a twin he’d known all his life but barely recognized now. Atsumu would usually rage and scream, but he was almost meek now, broken. Osamu rubbed fitfully at his brother’s mate mark, and then he bit out in dark confusion, “Then where is he now? Why aren’t ya seein’ him?”
Atsumu averted his eyes again, shaking his head. He didn’t want to say? Osamu ground his teeth in frustration, but how could he take it out on Atsumu?
“Tsumu, do ya not love him anymore-?” he asked, but he didn’t even get the words out before Atsumu yelled, “No! I love him! I love him so much! That’s why-! That’s why…”
He almost slumped forward, barely catching himself, silent again, and Osamu just stared at the Omega that was a stranger to him. He pulled his hand slowly back from Atsumu’s hot neck, and he asked only, “Why… then?”
“I just can’t…” hushed Atsumu, and Osamu’s hands trembled in frustration.
“Does Tetsu-chan know?!” he suddenly spit out, and Atsumu’s shoulder jerked.
“Yea,” he hushed, and Osamu felt both relieved and angry. Well, Tetsuro probably did deserve to know first, but he doubted Atsumu had offered the info so freely. He wanted to smack his brother, but he refrained.
Unable to sit still in his anger, Osamu suddenly stood up, and he asked, “So what are ya gonna do?”
Atsumu turned his face up, golden eyes swimming, his stare big and owlish. “What do ya mean…? I’m gonna raise this baby.”
“On your own?!” begged Osamu, and Atsumu sat up a little more.
“Yea…” he murmured. “I mean, I’ve got ya and Tetsu-chan now-”
“No, idiot,” interrupted Osamu sharply. “I mean, ye’re gonna raise this baby without yer Alpha?” He wanted to ask, again?, but he couldn’t be so cruel. Tetsuro’s dad hadn’t been any sort of Alpha to Atsumu.
Atsumu stared up at Osamu, and then slowly he pulled back, settling down again, eyes closing as if he was tired. It was answer enough, but Osamu couldn’t believe it.
“Ya have a choice, so why are ya choosin’ this?! Omi wants ya-! He texted me askin’ what happened, and I didn’t even know-!”
Atsumu suddenly sat up again, and he grabbed for Osamu. “Don’t- Don’t tell him, Samu! Please, I’m beggin’-!”
“Why?!” shouted Osamu violently, the tone so rare for him, and Atsumu startled. He trembled and stared up at his brother. Oh, he was actually terrified that Osamu would tell.
“Ya can’t,” begged Atsumu. “Please, Samu. It’s for his own good.”
“And what about yer good?! Ya can’t just- decide what’s for his good-!” Now matter how rational he was being, Osamu was losing the argument, he could see it. His voice faltered and then slowly fell to silence even as frustration brewed. He wanted to cry-! Damn Atsumu-!
“Samu, he’s only twenty, and he doesn’t have my mark; he’s gonna be… great, ya know. Ya know it. He doesn’t need… ta be dragged down by me.”
“Atsumu!” bellowed Osamu, shaking now. He couldn’t believe this; this was worse than all those months of stubbornness before! This was worse because Osamu wasn’t sure if Kiyoomi could muscle his way through this and win Atsumu over again. No, Atsumu was… determined, wrongly so, but nonetheless- Osamu let out a shaken scoff, and then he pulled sharply back and stepped into the kitchen, suddenly furiously cooking. He opened the few windows and aired the apartment out, and when he came back, he demanded that Atsumu shower and help him do laundry and change the sheets. Atsumu just quietly obeyed, and it terrified Osamu. He didn’t know this Atsumu at all.
“How far along are ya? I’ll take ya to the doctor,” Osamu huffed, and Atsumu paused for a moment.
“Okay,” he said after too long, and Osamu wanted to scream and cry and yell. It should be Kiyoomi-!
It took them two hours to clean up, but finally the apartment was smelling better as the scent of chicken and broth filled the house up, and after putting Atsumu to bed again, Osamu sank down in the living room. He pulled out his phone, and he gripped at it.
He understood Kiyoomi’s text now. The Alpha knew something was wrong, that he’d messed up, but he hadn’t wanted to admit that he’d lost Atsumu. The thing was, though, he hadn’t lost Atsumu. It was Atsumu- damn Atsumu! Osamu clutched hard at his phone as his eyes filled with tears.
“Damn it, Tsumu!” he yelled to the apartment, the bedroom silent. “Damn it!” Osamu shouted louder. He unlocked his phone, and he typed out a mile-long message to Kiyoomi, fingers moving furiously.
Don’t ya dare give up, Omi. Whatever ya have ta do, ya hear me? Tsumu needs ya, but he’s not gonna say it this time. Ya need ta prove to him that ye’re everything he wants and needs. Omi, do ya get it? Whatever it takes… Now more than ever.
Osamu hit send, and a moment later, he heard the softest shuffle behind him. He didn’t look up. Atsumu was staring at the back of his head, at his phone. Osamu let him see it. Kiyoomi was typing back, and Atsumu watched in silence.
“Don’t… tell him…” begged Atsumu, his voice ugly with a sob.
I will. Tell me what I have to do. I’ll do anything, but tell me what’s going on-!, Kiyoomi replied, and Osamu startled when he heard a thump behind him. When he looked back, Atsumu had crumpled down. He clutched at his stomach, and the moment Osamu touched him, he wailed, sobbing, broken.
Osamu felt anger rise up. “Just tell him! Be with him! Ya need him, Tsumu, he’s yer Alpha-! And he wants ya, too-!”
“I know, I know, but I can’t-!” sobbed Atsumu, loud and broken. He yelled back, “I can’t, Samu!! I can’t-!”
Osamu clenched his fist to keep from smacking Atsumu, and then instead he wrapped his brother up in the tightest hug, and he resolved that he, too, would do whatever he had to.
Atsumu might have… good reasons, but that didn’t make them right. No, this wasn’t right.
At the very least, Kiyoomi deserved to know…
“Tsumu, ya gotta… tell him. Before ya have the baby, ya gotta…”
Atsumu just cried, but he was silent. Osamu held him close. His sweet baby brother, so stubborn and childish and always thinking he knew right, but nonetheless, Osamu loved him so. They were gonna be pregnant and have babies together, huh? It was something Osamu had once thought mildly might be fun, but he’d never imagined…
Still, he couldn’t be happy about it, not yet. He couldn’t be happy until Atsumu was happy again, in Omi’s arms, with his Alpha, where he belonged. Osamu knew now… that there was no greater joy than being loved and cherished by the man you loved as you grew his baby, as you carried your love for each other inside a little babe. Osamu just… wanted that for Atsumu. Why did it have to be more complicated than that?
Omi, don’t ya dare… give this up. Ya don’t know… the happiness that’s waitin’ for ya, so don’t give up.
-x-
“You should come with me,” Tooru crooned over the phone, and Wakatoshi rubbed at his lips. He should stay home and do homework, but Tooru’s invites were always much more tempting. Still…
“No, you made plans with your friends, so I’ll just come over tomorrow instead-”
“Toshi, what if I tell you… that I want you there~?”
Wakatoshi paused. He scrubbed at his face again and then looked down at the track pants and old shirt he was wearing. He’d seriously been planning to spend a night in and study, to be good, but now Tooru was in his ear, and how could he say no? It wasn’t that Wakatoshi particularly cared to meet Tooru’s old friends, but just being around the Omega was fun enough in any setting, and Wakatoshi would always want to. “What… should I wear?” he finally asked, and Tooru laughed, full and loud and beautiful. Wakatoshi rubbed at his face again and cursed softly. Oh, he was gone.
He stood and shuffled to the bathroom, staring at his small bit of stubble in the mirror. He should shave, first of all.
“It’s nothing fancy, baby,” Tooru teased.
“I want to look nice,” Wakatoshi insisted.
“Then, switch me to video chat and show me your closet.”
Wakatoshi stepped back to his bedroom and glanced around, but it was as neat as always, so he complied. His face appeared in a small box on the screen, and after a few moments, Tooru’s appeared, large and beautiful. He was in his office, the city spread out behind him. He looked gorgeous, and Wakatoshi said as much in a reverent hush.
Tooru giggled again. “And look at you with your scruff~ So rugged and handsome.”
“I’ll shave,” promised Wakatoshi, and Tooru almost whined like he was sad to hear it. He smiled, though, staring for a minute, and Wakatoshi wanted to think the Omega was mesmerized, madly in love. Tooru still seemed so fleeting sometimes, even when he could be the clingiest and flirtiest person in the world, but there was something about him… He was too good for Wakatoshi, and Wakatoshi knew he was damn lucky. Still, he worked hard to be everything Tooru wanted and needed, and he thought that most of the time, he succeeded. That didn’t stop him from worrying, of course; he probably always would with a mate as gorgeous as Tooru was.
After a while, Tooru laughed again and said, “Okay, handsome, show me your closet, then,” and Wakatoshi flipped the camera as he tugged open his small closet. The dresser inside took up most of the space, but he had some nice shirts and jeans hanging inside. Tooru hummed and had him pull out a few items here and there, and finally he decided, “Ooh, wear that! I bet that color looks so good on you~”
Wakatoshi stared down at the deep plum-colored shirt and smiled wryly, thinking back fondly on his high school days where this had been all he’d really worn, in his jersey and varsity jacket almost 24/7. He’d been a real jock; should he tell Tooru?
The point was moot when Tooru suddenly called excitedly, “What’s that? In the back?”
Wakatoshi let out a wry laugh as he pulled out his old varsity jacket. It looked a little worn, but he’d taken care of his things even back then, so it was in good condition. Stuck reminiscing for a moment, he barely noticed Tooru’s silence until he glanced down again. Tooru looked almost ethereal, slender fingers pressed to his lips, chocolate brown eyes staring with a bit of glitter to them. Wakatoshi wondered mildly what the Omega smelled like right now, his expression hard to read.
“I changed my mind,” whispered Tooru after a moment, dropping his hand, and if it wasn’t for the smile on his lips, Wakatoshi might have worried. “Wear that instead,” Tooru hummed softly. Wakatoshi wondered if the jacket even still fit. He set his phone down, flipping the camera again, and then he pulled the jacket off the hanger and on. It was probably too heavy for a late summer night out, but it was getting cooler outside, and it still fit… shockingly well. A little tight in the shoulders, but Wakatoshi had always run big.
Tooru whistled. “Damn… That’s from high school, and it still fits?”
Wakatoshi glanced up, and the way Tooru was staring at him reminded him how bad he had it for the Omega. He nodded.
“Don't tell me it was too big on you back then or something,” Tooru teased, but there was something in his tone that reminded Wakatoshi of when he got hot and bothered.
He glanced up and watched Tooru as he replied, “No, it fit me well.”
Tooru let out a thick chuckle, and then he husked, “Damn, Alphas really are built different, huh?” Tooru shifted in his chair and tugged at his blouse for a moment before smiling at his man. “Wear that,” he husked, and Wakatoshi paused, hot desire rushing through him. The look in Tooru’s eyes promised that he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off the Alpha if Wakatoshi came dressed like this. He tested the jacket by rolling his shoulders a little and then nodded.
“Wear it with that black shirt,” Tooru offered next, and Wakatoshi nodded again. “And some nice jeans…”
When Wakatoshi’s olive eyes flicked back up, the look on Tooru’s face blew him away. It reminded him that Tooru had done a lot to choose him, to prove he was serious. This wasn’t a passing craze or a fleeting fling for the older man. Wakatoshi had to keep reminding himself that Tooru… loved him, too.
The Omega smiled again, husking, “All my old friends are gonna be so damn jealous~ What a hottie I scored.”
“Tooru,” Wakatoshi called heatedly, and Tooru grinned, leaning forward, his blouse opening to show off a bit of cleavage as he squeezed his tits together. Wakatoshi was staring holes into his phone, and as he slowly lifted it, Tooru let out a heated sigh.
“So you’re coming?” he asked as if he had to make sure, and Wakatoshi nodded.
“I always want to spend time with you,” he promised, and Tooru let out a softly surprised hum, like he was shocked. Wakatoshi frowned slightly, but before he could say a word, Tooru smiled.
“You don’t even have to shave,” he teased, and Wakatoshi frowned. “Of course I like your freshly-shaven face, too. You’re handsome either way…”
Wakatoshi thought for a moment, but finally he said, “I’ll shave.” He didn’t want to appear slovenly, and Tooru laughed, almost a little disappointed again.
“You know, I’m kind of into that..” he said quietly, a soft whisper, but after a moment, he shook his head and smiled like he was clearing away old cobwebs and memories.
Wakatoshi scrubbed at his jaw and stared at his mate.
“So, come over around 7:30, okay?” Tooru called suddenly, glancing up as his assistant came in. Tooru said something to him, and then he glanced back with a grin. “Ah, I just can’t get over how good you look,” he said, teasing lightly, and Wakatoshi gave him a small smile.
“I’ll see you at 7:30,” he confirmed, and Tooru nodded, excited.
“Hey,” he called before Wakatoshi ended the call. “You don’t have to try so hard, Toshi. Trust me when I say that my friends will be impressed either way, and even if they’re not, I’m impressed.”
Wakatoshi slowly nodded, wondering how Tooru saw through him every time, and for a moment, Tooru smiled an old, soft thing, memories coming back again. “See you soon,” he hummed before Wakatoshi could analyze it, though, and the call ended. Wakatoshi wandered into his bathroom and stared at himself. What did Tooru see when he looked at him? He scrubbed at his face again, and finally he moved to shower and get ready.
When he walked downstairs, deciding in the end not to shave because a little voice had whispered in his ear, Keiji looked up and his eyes went big, Himeno crooning in his arms. He stood up and rushed over, asking almost breathlessly, “Oh, where are you going?”
Koutaro peered over the back of the couch and grinned brightly at his friend, flashing thumbs up. “Nice, man.”
Keiji reached up and raked surprised fingers softly over his nephew’s scruff, and Wakatoshi almost turned right back around to shave anyways. Keiji smiled, though, and breathed, “Oh, don’t you look so handsome, Wakatoshi. You’re wearing your old jersey, but you look so mature… Do you have a date?”
“I’m going out with Tooru to meet some of his old friends. Tooru asked me to wear the jersey.”
Keiji beamed and nodded like that was a good choice on the other Omega’s part. He tugged at Wakatoshi’s jacket and, knowing how it had fit him in high school, he said, “Oh, it’s a little tight, huh?”
Wakatoshi nodded, but then he said, “It still fits,” and Keiji nodded in wonder.
“Damn, bro,” called Koutaro as he stood up now to join Keiji, taking Himeno from him. She giggled and crooned, and for a moment, Wakatoshi’s whole face went soft as he smiled at the little girl. He barely even realized it himself, but both Keiji and Koutaro saw it. The other Alpha grinned and smacked at Wakatoshi’s shoulder. “So you were always such an intimidating beast, huh?” he teased lightly, and Wakatoshi shrugged.
Keiji pressed his folded hands under his chin and stared up at his nephew, fond memories rushing through his glittering eyes. It was a similar look, actually, to Tooru’s… Wakatoshi leaned down and softly kissed Keiji’s cheek, and the Omega crooned at his scruff, reaching out to scratch lightly through it again. He sighed with a smile like he could remember when Wakatoshi couldn’t even grow a single hair, and then he tugged at his varsity jacket and grinned.
“You look just like your dad,” Keiji hushed quietly, and then he patted at Wakatoshi’s cheek. “Have fun, okay?”
“I’ll probably be out late,” Wakatoshi said vaguely, but Keiji just smiled. He was twenty now, an Alpha, a man in his own right, so it wasn’t like Keiji could say much even if Wakatoshi might listen. There was a soft sadness in his slate grey eyes for a moment, sadness at the passage of time, but Wakatoshi would always be Keiji’s favorite nephew, always the boy that Keiji had raised so well.
“Go kill ‘em, tiger,” Koutaro said with a big, cheesy grin, and Wakatoshi was sure that the other Alpha had plans of his own, so he nodded. He leaned in and kissed Himeno and ruffled her hair, soft again for a split second, and then he turned to the door, tugging on his black boots before heading out. He had his wallet in his back pocket, and he could drink tonight if he wanted to, but sometimes just being with Tooru was enough to get him intoxicated. They had celebrated his birthday just a week earlier with a lot of sex, and Wakatoshi was still high off of it.
It took him about fifteen minutes on his bike to get to Tooru’s, and then he tugged his helmet off and headed to the front door, moving a little fast. Ah, he wanted to see his boyfriend.
Footsteps sounded inside as the doorbell rang, and then Tooru’s face appeared in the window beside the door before he pulled it quickly open. “Toshi!” he greeted happily, and then he laughed as his eyes went wide. “Oh, you kept the scruff.”
Wakatoshi rubbed self-consciously at his jaw, but then Tooru was pulling him inside, slamming the door shut, and a second later he had Wakatoshi pressed to the door, grabbing up and scratching at his scruff. Tooru stared up with want in his eyes, and Wakatoshi was for a moment floored to silence.
“Fuck,” Tooru husked, and Wakatoshi grabbed him around his waist, rushing down to kiss his Omega. Tooru parted his lips and thrust his tongue out instantly, moaning loudly. Big hands slipped down to his ass, and Wakatoshi noted how short his dress was, a little black number that showed off Tooru’s pretty titties. The Omega melted against him, clutching at his jacket and hair, mewling.
“Tooru,” Wakatoshi husked, holding the Omega tight against his beefy chest like they hadn’t just seen one another the other day. Tooru crooned but then slowly pulled back from the kiss, smiling. Ah, he was gorgeous, and Wakatoshi rubbed softly at his cheek. There was a little bit of red on his chin from his scruff, but Tooru just purred and nuzzled to Wakatoshi’s big hand when a calloused thumb carressed his skin. Tooru was so soft, while Wakatoshi was rough and scratchy, but Tooru seemed to love that about his Alpha, and Wakatoshi supposed that’s how it should be. He let Tooru flit off to grab his shoes and a purse, watching him move in the tiny dress he wore. His legs were so long and slender, and he smelled like heaven, all rich brown sugar and warm bourbon. This house, too, was beginning to smell of happiness again, Wakatoshi’s scent mixing in, and it made him feel some kind of way for sure. His cock trembled a little in anticipation, but for now, he just wanted to watch Tooru have a good night.
The Omega came back in a killer pair of strappy heels, and Wakatoshi had to warn himself to behave as Tooru traipsed up to him, as tall as he was now. He gripped at a small clutch and then handed his car keys over to Wakatoshi. If it wasn’t for the dress, Wakatoshi might have suggested taking his bike, but that would probably need to wait a little longer. He gripped his big hand around Tooru’s tiny waist instead, and he thought for a moment about Koutaro’s words, about getting Tooru pregnant and seeing him get a little fat and so round with his baby. It was a fleeting thought, but it left Wakatoshi soft and warm.
He opened the passenger-side door for his beloved, and then he walked around and climbed into the driver’s seat. Tooru turned and slipped a hand to Wakatoshi’s thick thigh as he buckled up, just peering up at Wakatoshi with a smile on his dark red lips. He was wearing a lot of make-up and perfume tonight, but Tooru was always so gorgeous and delicious that Wakatoshi could only smile.
Still, he husked, “You look beautiful, Tooru,” as the Omega batted his lashes, and then he started the car as Tooru giggled, happy. They drove downtown while Tooru pointed out directions, leaning close the whole time. His scent in Wakatoshi’s nose was addicting. The Alpha parked the BMW carefully, and then he stepped around to help Tooru out again, grabbing a hand around his waist to steady him. He was already giggling and wobbly, and Wakatoshi would be worried what the night would bring if he knew he wasn’t very capable of taking care of a drunk Tooru. They turned and headed into an upscale bar, and instantly, noise pressed in around Wakatoshi as Tooru took his hand and led him to the big bar. Upstairs, there was a dance floor with music pounding, while the mood downstairs was a little more sensual, the lights down and the music quieter. Still, it was fairly lively, and Wakatoshi could spot a group of men at a big table in the corner immediately. Tooru’s head whipped to them, and he yelped in excitement as he dragged Wakatoshi over.
“My boys!” cheered Tooru, and everyone at the table looked up in an instant, gazes warm and fond and some a little bit more as they looked Tooru over. Wakatoshi realized with a start that these were all Alphas, and that was the first time he wondered who Tooru’s friends actually were. He spotted Issei in the corner, and Wakatoshi suddenly bit at his bottom lip. No, he could smell it in the air as the Alphas all greeted the beautiful Omega; these men weren’t just friends of Tooru’s. These men had fucked and comforted Tooru in between Hajime’s death and Wakatoshi’s appearance. Wakatoshi stared wide-eyes at Issei, the man looking a little surprised to see him, and then Issei offered a frown and a shrug.
“Who’s this?” asked one of the men around the table, a flashy guy with pale hair, and Tooru turned to him and grinned. Brown eyes flickered up to Wakatoshi a second later as they sank down into two barstools, and Tooru laughed.
“Oh! Everyone, this is Wakatoshi! Isn’t he handsome?”
The man with pale hair eyed Wakatoshi up, but then all eyes were back on Tooru, and Wakatoshi felt like the floor had been pulled out from under him. Tooru felt a million miles away again, and it wasn’t like it was on purpose, but didn’t Tooru have more to say to these men about who Wakatoshi was? Issei caught Wakatoshi’s eyes again, and he gave a look that said, Don’t mind it. It was still new for Tooru, and he’d had a hard enough time accepting his own feelings, so it was probably a lot to come out and just say, “This is my boyfriend!” but surely these men had to know that Tooru wasn’t sleeping around anymore.
Issei’s gaze said, Don’t worry, but Wakatoshi noticed the hand that the man beside Tooru slipped over his shoulder, and he wanted to be possessive, but he couldn’t move. He felt like he had less of a right to touch Tooru than these other men even though it was his mate mark on Tooru’s neck. He wasn’t hiding it, either, and it was obvious enough if they smelled Tooru to see he belonged to Wakatoshi, but it was never said aloud, and if anyone noticed the mark in Tooru’s neck, they didn’t say a word.
Tooru ordered a drink that the man in the suit and pale hair paid for, and slowly Wakatoshi learned their names. Kyotani was a fierce, smug-looking guy with gauges in his ears and a very bad boy, biker-guy feel, a tattoo on his neck and a pierced tongue. He was the one who was touching Tooru now, and Wakatoshi wanted to stare a hole through his hand, give him one more ‘piercing’. Across the table was Semi, dressed to the nines and as flashy as they came. Beside him was Issei, and in the corner was a more quiet and reserved Alpha named Akira, though his eyes were perhaps the hungriest of all on Tooru.
“So, how’s life?” Semi asked Tooru as he leaned forward, a new drink in his own hands, and Tooru lit up, though his grin was mischievous.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he teased, leaning forward, chin in his fist as he grinned. No one noticed the hand Tooru slipped to Wakatoshi’s thigh to squeeze at it, but it kept Wakatoshi from bursting at the seams, desperate to claim what was his. He wasn’t the possessive or jealous type usually, but with Tooru, that was all turned upside down. Wakatoshi might appear cool on the outside, but inside, he was bursting. If Tooru sensed it, he didn’t show it save for the tight grip on Wakatoshi’s leg. In that, Tooru showed his own possessiveness, and Wakatoshi had to remind himself that Tooru loved him, really loved him. In fact, Wakatoshi was the only one here that Tooru had loved like this, so no matter how much these other men had laid their hands on his body, they had never touched his heart. It was okay, it was okay.
Wakatoshi ordered himself a coke silently, Tooru only glancing at him for a moment with a soft smile. Even if he could drink, he didn’t think he wanted to tonight or he’d really lose his head. In the corner, Issei was swirling his whiskey glass, the ice clinking softly, and slowly, the conversation turned to high school, laughter rising up louder as the table got inebriated. With it arose a different kind of jealousy, and this one no one could touch or fix. Wakatoshi listened to stories about the old days, and he would never know that Tooru, would never have stories like that, and it felt so damn lonely, lonelier than sitting at a table with Tooru’s old lovers. Kyotani would pull Tooru into a hug once in a while as they laughed about him being the bad boy in high school, Tooru the one everyone wanted regardless, and Wakatoshi felt a canyon open up in his gut. He stared at Tooru’s hair and thought about how he didn’t know this Tooru at all, and it felt… sad. He wanted to know every facet of Tooru, from his drunk self to his young self to every self until now that Tooru had even been. Of course, he wouldn’t ever meet young Tooru, but tonight was a glimpse into a life he didn’t know at all, and it hurt even if he knew it was just normal, part of life. After all, he and Tooru had a lot of years between them.
At some point, Wakatoshi wrapped his arm around Tooru’s waist, and Kyotani glanced down for a split second but then almost dismissed it. Tooru, though, glanced over, and for a moment, he grabbed at Wakatoshi’s jacket and leaned into him, scenting heavily, and it was enough, even if no one else knew…
As soon as Tooru turned away again, however, Wakatoshi instantly decided that no, actually, it wasn’t enough, but he kept silent, just watching Tooru. His laughter was so beautiful, but Wakatoshi was having a hard time smiling when there were other voices, voices of men he didn’t know and didn’t like, vying for a man that wasn’t available to them.
And that’s what it boiled down to in the end: Wakatoshi just wanted people to know that Tooru wasn’t on the market anymore. He was very taken, and he would be forever. When everyone got absorbed in a story Semi was telling, Wakatoshi grabbed possessively at Tooru’s neck and thumbed a calloused finger over his healed mate mark. The action made Tooru shiver, flushing bright red thanks to the alcohol as he peered over his shoulder at his Alpha. Wakatoshi pursed his lips, and while he didn’t want to steal Tooru’s fun, he wondered how much more of this he was meant to endure.
“I want to go soon,” he murmured quietly to Tooru, chocolate brown eyes watching his lips, and he expected Tooru to turn spitefully away or pout, but instead the Omega smiled softly.
When he turned back to his friends, Tooru said loudly and clearly, “I should head back before I turn into a pumpkin~”
“No way, Tooru! The night’s just begun!” complained Kyotani. He gave Wakatoshi a nasty look like he just knew the other Alpha was the culprit, but Wakatoshi was too busy staring at the back of Tooru’s head. Tooru drank down his drink and grinned as he clambered off his barstool.
“Sorry, boys~” he cheered.
“Seriously, Tooru,” Semi grumbled, but Issei was the one who stood up next and said, “I’m heading home, too.”
Slowly, everyone looked at their watches or phones, and finally they all agreed it was late, Tooru should get his beauty sleep.
“I don’t need it,” huffed Tooru, and then he turned on his heel, reaching out pointedly and letting Wakatoshi take his hand. Their fingers intertwined, and Tooru grabbed at his arm as he leaned back to grin at his old friends. “See you all later~ Don’t call me to bail you out tonight if you drink more and get in trouble.”
“Tooru~” whined Kyotani, probably the likeliest troublemaker, but Tooru just waved over his shoulder and giggled, four pairs of eyes watching them go. Wakatoshi wrapped an arm possessively around the Omega, turning to kiss his fluffy brown hair before they stepped out the front door.
Tooru glanced up at Wakatoshi and hummed in surprise, “Didn’t think you were one for PDA.”
“I have to be with you,” muttered the Alpha, but if Tooru heard him, he didn’t say anything, giggling instead. Wakatoshi walked a wobbly Tooru to his car and helped him into the passenger seat. He thought Tooru might fall asleep on the ride home as he leaned in to buckle his mate up, but suddenly the Omega grabbed his jacket and pulled him sharply down, stronger than he looked sometimes.
“Hey,” breathed Tooru. “They’re all Hajime’s old friends, and I’m sorry you didn’t know the stories, but a lot of that stuff in my past… it was a different life, and I want to have a new one now… with you.”
Wakatoshi slowly nodded, gripping at the arm rest in the middle. He stared into molten brown eyes, a little swimmy, heated. Wakatoshi told himself not to, it wasn’t like him, but he shoved that aside as he rushed down and suddenly claimed Tooru’s lips, the kiss brutal and angry. Tooru mewled in surprise, and he grabbed at Wakatoshi’s jacket, but instead of pushing him away, Tooru pulled him closer, parting his lips and darting his tongue out hungrily. Wakatoshi growled, and then he got his body halfway inside the car, setting a knee between Tooru’s thighs. The Omega mewled desperately, grasping at Wakatoshi, so he kissed all the more bruisingly, his fangs scraping over a fat bottom lip. Fuck, he was bound to lose his head.
“Tooru,” he warned deeply, but the Omega didn’t let him go. Wakatoshi’s head emptied of everything but the voice of his inner Alpha screaming in his ear, demanding he posses and claim and mark what was his. Big hands suddenly grabbed slender hips, and Wakatoshi vaguely worried that he was hurting Tooru, but it was all muted, the only thing he felt being the red hot blood pumping through his veins.
He wanted Tooru. He needed Tooru.
Tooru was his.
Wakatoshi growled loud and dark, his tongue licking rough over Tooru’s now as his jaw went slack and he went limp under his Alpha. Wakatoshi should have perhaps worried that he was overwhelming Tooru, but his brain wasn’t listening to rationale anymore. He nudged Tooru’s legs wider apart with his knee, and then he slipped a hand down to grind it over Tooru’s pretty Omegan cock, his skirt riding up and his underwear pulling this way and that. The smell of Tooru was thick and real, and Wakatoshi even forget where they are until a sharp peal of laughter rang out, and he suddenly pushed sharply back, staring wide-eyed at Tooru. Tooru looked ruined in the best way, breathing heavy, legs parted, but he was quiet, eyes half-lidded.
“Shit,” cursed Wakatoshi, and he fixed Tooru’s skirt and buckled him up before quickly heading back to the driver’s side. He had to control himself, calm the fuck down-
Tooru was quiet, his head now rolled to the side, but it was hard to tell if he was staring at Wakatoshi or sleeping. Wakatoshi thought that he’d taken it too far, been too rough, and he husked out an apology, hands shaking and gripping tight enough at the steering wheel to make the leather creak.
“Those guys,” Tooru said suddenly, startling Wakatoshi. He glanced over at a red light and then stared ahead again, waiting with pain in his chest and bated breath for Tooru to continue. “They were all Hajime’s friends… from… school or work or whatever. They were there for me when I needed it; they understood… about who Hajime was, what he was like. He was… a force of nature, and that was hard… to lose.” Tooru fell silent again, and then he cursed quietly, and Wakatoshi realized he must be drunk as he grumbled, “Why are my eyes leaking?”
The Alpha smiled wryly, but it hurt.
“Anyways, those guys… They did… a lot for me, a lot more than I should have asked of them, but it was kind of like… I knew they all looked at me like that, and it helped… to not feel so alone…” Tooru rolled his head away and sighed heavily, the air thick with regret, maybe, sadness, memories soured. “It was damn fucking hard, you know?! Raising a baby alone when Hajime had always been… my rock…” Tooru hummed, but he sounded so far away. There it was again, that feeling that Wakatoshi would never reach him.
“I wasn’t okay; for a long, long time, I wasn’t okay. I really… haven’t been okay for, like… a fucking decade, and sometimes being with someone helped, but most of the time it was a distraction at best. I never loved them or anything; they don’t mean much, not in that sense, but I owe those guys a lot.”
Yeah. Wakatoshi got it; he did, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to feel this way. He was an Alpha; he had his fucking pride. “I’m sorry, Tooru,” he rushed, and suddenly Tooru whipped his head around.
“Why are you apologizing?” he asked sharply, clueless. Wakatoshi blinked, and he felt speechless. Where to start? For feeling so possessive, for making Tooru end his night early, for wanting to tell all those men to keep their eyes off his Omega, for… putting his hands so roughly on that very same Omega… He stayed quiet, though, and Tooru huffed.
“Don’t apologize to me,” Tooru mumbled. “You’re an angel. I’m the one… with the baggage… I should-”
“You don’t have to apologize for the things you had to do to heal, Tooru,” Wakatoshi interrupted in his deep voice. “I can’t… even imagine, and you raised Aina by yourself and worked and made a life for you two- Don’t- apologize for needing someone during that time.”
“Then what?” Tooru snapped at first, but then he paused. When he spoke again, it was soft, sweet, almost… sensual. “Tell me why you’re mad right now, my Toshi~”
Wakatoshi glanced over and then back, his neck twinging for a moment at the sharp movement. Could he really say it? The car seemed suddenly so quiet. He wanted to hold Tooru again, kiss him all over, make him walking, living proof of their love, like a billboard to the skies.
“Why didn’t you… tell them?” asked Wakatoshi, his voice almost too quiet, and Tooru leaned closer, grabbing at his forearm and humming softly. Olive eyes glanced down and over, and the sight he found was almost too much. Did Tooru even know how tempting he looked and smelled right now? He was drunk, and as much as Wakatoshi knew he couldn’t take advantage of that, his inner Alpha was roaring, demanding to posses and claim. “Why didn’t you tell them that you’re mine? They were touching you and staring at you, and you didn’t… tell them.”
Tooru reeled back, and he stared with giant eyes at Wakatoshi like he wanted to deny it, like he hadn’t even realized… “I… introduced you. Didn’t I say-?” Tooru pursed his lips and then muttered to himself, going back over the night, but he was too drunk to recall- “Didn’t I?” he muttered in frustration, and then he looked up at Wakatoshi with watery eyes and asked back, “Why didn’t you say anything, then?”
“I didn’t know if you’d want me to. It seemed like you didn’t want them to know-”
“Of course I would-!” bellowed Tooru, but then he froze. He fidgeted with his fake nails. “I do, I do,” he whispered like he was trying to convince himself. “I don’t want them not to know,” he muttered, “but how can I say it…? How can I tell them… that I moved on?” he whispered, and Wakatoshi’s whole face fell.
Shit, of course. Tooru wasn’t ashamed of Wakatoshi or trying to hide him, but it would mean something very, very significant if he just came out and introduced a new Alpha as his mate, as his boyfriend. Of course, especially to a group of men who could spend all night talking about the good old days… They didn’t mean anything to Tooru, nor in that way, but they were good friends, and they were… Hajime’s friends. That’s what Tooru had been trying to tell him, but Wakatoshi was too possessive, too jealous-
They were almost to Tooru’s place, and Wakatoshi husked, stiff and angry at himself, “Sorry, Tooru. I’m sorry. I should have trusted you, but I got too in my head- Shit-!”
Tooru was quiet again, and Wakatoshi was ready to just get Tooru inside and head back home, to reflect on what he’d done, but before he could step out of the car after parking it, a hand grabbed tight at his jacket’s sleeve. Tooru could be so strong- Wakatoshi slowly turned to Tooru, muttering, “I’m sorry, I’ll head home after I get you inside- Sorry, beautiful-”
He froze when he saw Tooru, though, a small, coy smile pulling up at the Omega’s lips. He was drunk, but he knew what he was doing. His legs were split wide, skirt tugged up again, and his undies were wet and askew, his cock hard inside. He slipped two fingers to his pussy, and he moaned lewdly.
“Tooru-!” whispered Wakatoshi hoarsely, but Tooru grinned.
“Fuck, I… want you…” he husked, grinning crookedly, his chin tucked to his chest as he presented himself to his Alpha. His scent was thick in the air inside the sedan, and Wakatoshi fisted his hands in an attempt to keep his cool. Tooru started fingering himself, and the sound was so wet and lewd that Wakatoshi’s head emptied again. Tooru tugged at him, and all he could think was to get him inside-
Wakatoshi pulled Tooru out of the car and covered the Omega with his jacket, and then he raced him inside the big house. He stumbled out of his shoes and then ran up the stairs, shutting and locking the door behind him once he got to Tooru’s room.
He laid Tooru down, but the Omega grabbed at his shirt now and moaned so loud and lewd that Wakatoshi worried that Aina might hear- A wet, slick sound rang out once more, and Tooru moaned again, lost. He was fingering himself messily, the sound so wet. Wakatoshi shook.
“I wanted… to tell them. Fuck, I want to tell everyone, Alpha. Don’t you know… by now-? Fuck, Toshi, really, getting so damn jealous-”
Wakatoshi dropped his head down and cursed, but it was swimming again, and his inner Alpha was screaming as all he could smell was Tooru’s want and hear his wet, wet pussy-
“Toshi; fuck me like you want to, Alpha,” breathed Tooru, and it was almost too much. “If I tell them next time… how I’m all yours, will you fuck me like that, like I belong to you-? Please, Toshi-”
Toshi felt something rumble in his chest and tear out, and his eyes went wide as he roared loud enough to shake the walls. He felt like a wild animal unleashed, and Tooru cheered, begging for it.
“I can’t… control myself…” warned the Alpha like a rabid dog, and Tooru howled in excitement.
“Then don’t! I don’t want you to! Come on, come at me-! Alpha-!”
Wakatoshi growled loud, and then he tore Tooru’s panties down as he set his teeth to the Omega’s neck, as he sunk his teeth in. He was unchained now, a beast on the loose: nothing would stop him from claiming his Omega. He grabbed at the button of his jeans and nearly tore them open, and then he advanced on Tooru, climbing to the bed and between his legs. Wakatoshi grabbed at Tooru’s thighs, hard enough to leave handprint-shaped bruises, but Tooru was gushing now, awash in desire. He stared between them at Wakatoshi’s fat, shaking cock, and he crooned.
With wet eyes, Tooru looked up, and he grinned as he tugged his skirt up a little more. “Toshi, baby, want you~”
It was too much. Wakatoshi leaned over Tooru to kiss him, but the moment his dick pressed into wet heat, he forgot everything. Tooru whined, and Wakatoshi slid in deeper. He watched Tooru’s pretty face, watched him chew at his bottom lip, eyes watery, lips trembling in a too-big smile.
“Tooru,” Wakatoshi rasped, and Tooru’s eyes flew open, his eyelashes long and clumped together, and his chocolate eyes shone. “Fuck, you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met in my whole life, Tooru,” Wakatoshi told him, and Tooru whined, reaching for him, begging for kisses.
“Toshi, you’re so big today~” he crooned, and then their lips sank together, passions reignited as Tooru clamped down around Wakatoshi. He was already so tight, but for a moment, Wakatoshi had to freeze his hips to keep from moving. He cursed roughly against Tooru’s lips, and then he licked into his wet mouth, their kiss just as sloppy as the sex they were having. Wakatoshi’s hands slipped to soft ass cheeks, and he squeezed down again only for Tooru to howl eagerly. His pussy was delicious, and so were his kisses.
If Tooru only knew how Wakatoshi’s whole world was just him, revolving endlessly around the Omega. Wakatoshi pressed in deeper, deeper, and Tooru whined as he gushed around the big intrusion. He felt like heaven, and he smelled like it, too. Wakatoshi delved his tongue as deep as it would go, and he ravenously ate up every cry, every moan, every whimper of his name. He reached back and undid the zipper of Tooru’s dress and somehow manhandled him out of it, and then he laid his Omega down on his varsity jacket, Tooru grabbing at it and pulling the collar to his nose. Wakatoshi sat up and stared down, hands on slender birthing hips, thumbs to a soft, flat belly. Between slim thighs now marked with Wakatoshi’s hands, a cock bobbed with every thrust, red at the tip and leaking like it was crying. Everything about Tooru seemed to sparkle and glitter, from his happy tears to his cum, to the slick running over their thighs. Wakatoshi reached up to cup two pretty titties, and then he leaned back down and devoured his mate, chewing at his shoulder and suckling at his nipples, leaving kiss marks and little bites all over beautiful, softly-tanned skin. Ah, his Tooru was gorgeous, and Wakatoshi wanted to claim every single inch of him. Hands gripped into his hair and encouraged more, Tooru’s pussy milking Wakatoshi like he wanted to be bred. Wakatoshi barely even came up for air, just drinking in the thick, warm scent of melting brown sugar, strong bourbon, the smell of actual alcohol mixing with Tooru’s sweet version, and Wakatoshi was drunk now, too. With powerful thighs, he fucked his beloved, hands frantically undressing him, but they were both too distracted, feeling so good.
Wakatoshi’s hands were rough and he didn’t mind his fangs, and he knew he should be sweeter, had always been better, but he couldn’t tonight, not when his inner Alpha roared at him to posses and claim every inch of his Omega, not when Tooru begged for the same. His thighs screamed as he fucked Tooru hard and deep, but it was a mild inconvenience to the pleasure of making love to his Omega.
Tooru went tight and tossed his head back to scream, his belly rippling with his orgasm as he came all over his belly and Wakatoshi’s cock, and the Alpha grunted, growled, tumbling forward. He pulled Tooru up, needing them to be closer, and then he pressed Tooru against his pillows and headboard and crowded him as his cunt milked Wakatoshi for all it was worth. It took everything in Wakatoshi to hang on, but he refused to let this end so soon. In fact, he wanted to spend all night tonight inside this divinity.
“Tooru,” he husked as he gripped Tooru’s hips tight, as he marked his Omega again and again. Tooru sounded breathless, but he clung to Wakatoshi with the little strength he had, arms around his neck tightened. It was hot between them, and Tooru’s slick dripped over heavy balls and between thick thighs, but being this close, breathing the same air, sharing heartbeats, it was what Wakatoshi wanted, and Tooru let him have it with a goofy smile on his lips.
“Kiss me,” he slurred. “Ruin me,” and Wakatoshi did.
He licked Tooru’s lips clean, and then he kissed him so hard that their noses smooshed into each other’s cheeks, that it was hard to breathe but perfect. All Wakatoshi could smell now was Tooru’s scent and his skin, the slight twinge of salty sweat, of sweetness. He licked over the rippled top of Tooru’s mouth and swallowed his howling mewl, licking at the Omega’s teeth and down his throat until Tooru choked softly. He closed his lips and suckled around the muscle, though, and Wakatoshi fucked the Omega with his tongue. Tooru’s eyes leaked, and he was sobbing, chest heaving, but he never loosened his arms around Wakatoshi’s neck, clawing at his back now, making his own marks.
They parted loudly for air, and Tooru suddenly dove down as Wakatoshi’s hips worked hard, overtime, thrusting up and fucking deep. Teeth pressed to Wakatoshi’s neck, and his olive eyes snapped wide. Yes, every cell in his body screamed, the blood in his veins racing, and even though they were both already marked, this felt like a revival as Tooru bit down deep and hard again, claiming what was his own. Wakatoshi stuffed his shaft in as deep as it would go, and between them, Tooru’s own cock revived as he mewled. His head settled back as he grinned, and Wakatoshi claimed his lips again. He lifted Tooru by the thighs, and he thrust in hard, fast, reckless. The bed creaked and groaned and shook, but the two were so lost in each other that they barely noticed.
“Mine, mine, mine,” Wakatoshi commanded, and Tooru mewled in response to each. His fingers combed into messy, olive-toned hair, his thighs squeezing around Wakatoshi. Wakatoshi licked messy lips clean again, and then he nuzzled down, licking Tooru’s neck and lapping up his pheromones like a junkie, licking over his shoulder and down his chest, as much as he could reach as their hearts thundered together, and he was close, so close.
His cock was swelling, his knot begging at Tooru’s entrance, and Wakatoshi inhaled sharply, suddenly, as he realized what he was about to do. Tooru grabbed his head and pulled him up into a kiss, and Wakatoshi could feel his ruination coming, so he snapped his hips out just as Tooru mewled, “Alpha~ you’re mine~”
Wakatoshi grunted and then let out a roar, his cock sliding against Tooru’s as he came in a powerful, majestic arc. Tooru sobbed as he felt heat leak over his own pretty dick, and he arched his back and added his own spill to the mix, his chest glistening and rosy, marked at every inch, so… pretty. Wakatoshi kissed softly at his titties and over his slender shoulders as he came and came, his cock kicking hard at he knotted all over his beloved. He laid Tooru down, and brown eyes watched as he milked his erection, as he fucked his fist and coated Tooru’s pretty skin in everything he had, his knot throbbing.
Tooru was so fucking beautiful, and as Wakatoshi sank down over him again, he begged, “Don’t… let them ever touch you again. You’re mine, Omega, every… inch of you. I couldn’t stand it.”
They bathed in their afterglow together for a long while, and it was blissful.
As his eyes slowly focused on the big bite he’d left on Tooru’s neck, Wakatoshi realized what he’d done, and he slowly sat up, stroking now too gently at bruised hips and thighs, at hickies and bitten tits. His heart rumbled in his chest, but he couldn’t say that he was sorry. His eyes flicked up to Tooru, thinking the Omega would be mad, but Tooru just smiled at him, the dopiest look on his face.
“I have never… felt so loved,” he croaked out, and then he smiled, blinding, beautiful. “You’re so silly, Toshi. As if I don’t belong to you with everything in me, you got so possessive that you chewed me all up like a dog toy and then made me such a mess like you had to mark your territory. I’m sorry I didn’t say it, but Toshi… baby… Alpha-” Warm, beautiful chocolate brown eyes opened, and Tooru smiled softly as he hushed, “I am already yours, and I have been… for a long while now.”
Wakatoshi slowly settled down on his ass, legs folded under Tooru’s, and he stared at the damage he’d done. He chewed at his lips, and then he whispered, “You didn’t say it, so I- I lost my head. Did I… hurt you? Are you hurt?” he rushed, waiting for the reprimand, but the thing that rang out was Tooru’s beautiful laugh. Olive eyes snapped up, and Tooru grinned wide. He stroked over his messy chest and wiggled his hips.
“I just told you it was the best I’ve ever had, and here you are, feeling bad. You were a beast tonight, Toshi, and I liked it~.” Chocolate eyes opened again, and Tooru almost commanded, “You better fuck me like that again. You can be sweet and nice, and I love that, too, but don’t you dare chicken out from fucking me rough every once in a while and reminding me… who I belong to~” The last was said in a rumbling purr, and Wakatoshi shivered violently. He slowly gathered Tooru up and carried him to the bathroom, where he started the tub and settled Tooru inside. The Omega wouldn’t let him go, though, and he tugged at his mate until Wakatoshi had no choice but to slip in behind him. Tooru turned and curled against his chest, and then, in the mirror hanging on the back of his door across from them, he stared and fingered at all of Wakatoshi’s possessive marks.
Wakatoshi’s gut swirled with guilt and that hot, needy possessiveness, but Tooru only smiled, giggling. As he stroked gently at bruises and messy bite marks, he asked, “Don’t you think this is the prettiest I’ve ever looked?”
It clicked for Wakatoshi as Tooru’s bell-like laugh rang out, and he leaned down and kissed Tooru softly on his old, original mate mark. Hajime’s was almost invisible now, ruined under Wakatoshi’s messy bite from just earlier, but Tooru was beaming, shining. As Wakatoshi nuzzled to his cheek and ear, breathing out his love and adoration for a man he still wasn’t sure he deserved but needed with every fiber in his being, Tooru hushed, “There was no one… I loved more than Hajime, but he was my past, and you, Wakatoshi, are my future, and I love… I love you.”
A soft choke sounded, and when Wakatoshi carefully pulled back, he saw that Tooru was crying, desperate to keep smiling even as his mouth trembled and his face was a mess. Wakatoshi slowly cupped warm water and washed Tooru’s chest, and then he husked, his Inner Alpha demanding an audience with his Omega, “Tooru, you are my everything, and I will love you with all I am for the rest of my life.”
Tooru nodded, a shaky little thing, and then he wrapped his arms around the Alpha’s neck and leaned against his chest, crying quietly even as he smiled and hugged his man tight. “I’m yours, Toshi,” he promised. “All yours, forever, so stay with me. Do whatever you want to my body, but don’t leave me.”
“Never,” swore Wakatoshi, and Tooru melted against him.
“Good,” he husked. “Good Alpha.” It was a rare keen, but this was Tooru’s inner Omega responding to his Alpha, to his soul, to the only man he loved now. Wakatoshi bowed his head reverently, and then he held Tooru tightly, not enough to bruise anymore, but close enough that they wouldn’t doubt anymore. He grew hard again just smelling Tooru, and the Omega laughed, delighted, happy.
That was all Wakatoshi wanted, really. He wanted his beautiful, gorgeous Tooru to be happy. There would be days where they would get mad, and Tooru would cry and maybe even miss Hajime, but as long as Tooru could smile at the end and say he was happy with Wakatoshi, that was what mattered. Tooru clambered back into Wakatoshi’s lap, and as the Alpha washed his beautiful body and soft skin, Tooru rode him, slow and eager, pulling Wakatoshi’s hands all over his skin, dancing for his Alpha.
“Tooru, you’re beautiful,” breathed Wakatoshi, and he marveled at how a creature like this could be real. Tooru giggled as Wakatoshi came between his ass cheeks this time, and they started the process all over again, washing away the fading proof of their love to leave behind only that which was permanent. Wakatoshi wasn’t going to let Tooru go tonight, and he didn’t.
He was in love, madly, deeply, ravenously in love, and he had permission to not change a thing. He loved with everything in him, and his heart sang knowing that Tooru was just the same.