**Trigger Warning**
Chapter Three: Unwanted Ties
Daichi~
Daichi did his best to lay Suga down gently in his bathtub, but he was shaking so profusely with a vicious rage that he struggled to complete the task right away. The silver boy was barely conscious and he wanted nothing more than to take the frail boy to an Omega hospital. However, after his previous conversation with Suga, Daichi knew that he would be turned away at the door- while the Omega was very injured, the mental scars outweighed the physical ones...and those were untreatable. Plus, something told Daichi that Suga would be furious with him if he had gone to the hospital without his expressed consent. The Omega liked his freedom.
Daichi internally scuffled with his emotions as he gently bathed Suga in warm water, checking over his naked body for injuries and willing the scent of the disgusting Alphas away. He had a lot of bruises, a few scrapes and scratches, and a whole mess of mental scars. Dachi hated that the Omega's beautiful, slender body was covered in such violent injuries. Hated himself for allowing it to happen.
Once he felt that Suga was sufficiently clean, Daichi slipped him into a pair of his own black sweatpants and pulled a white undershirt over the silver head. Next, he gingerly tucked the Omega into the black sheets of his bed and walked over to his window, cracking it open to freshen the air of the room. He wanted nothing more than to smell Suga's delicious scent- to smell that he was okay.
Daichi shuffled out of his own bloody clothes, opting for sweatpants and a black shirt. Crawling into the expansive bed, he cradled Suga into the contours of his body and scented his light hair. The Omega felt so fragile against him- the monsters had touched him against his will, violated him roughly, and made him feel anxious and afraid...made him feel worthless. Daichi's protective nature flared up once more, fully taking control of his actions. He didn't care if Suga hated him for the scenting when he awoke...not after what had happened. At the very least, in doing it, the fragile Omega would be a little more safe, even if it was just for the night. It certainly didn't afford as much protection as sleeping with him would, and it was nowhere near what mating could do, but it would be safe enough. For now. Until Suga allowed Daichi to claim him, he wasn't planning on letting the Omega out of his sight.
"Daichi," Suga's soft call yanked the captain from him terrible thoughts. The burly Alpha had to stop himself from abruptly bolting up to check over the Omega over again- luckily, he had enough logical control to remember Oikawa's lectures on the effectiveness of calming scents. So, he did his best to relax himself and willed his smell to exhibit a mild-mannered protection, overlayed with a soothing fragrance.
"Suga, I'm so sorr-" Daichi began, whispering in a guilt-ridden tone before being sharply cut off.
"Don't"
"But, I wasn't there."
"You were there. If you weren't, I wouldn't be here right now."
He felt Suga lightly sniff the air against his chest and he internally panicked. "You scented me."
He felt guilty. He had to do it. It wasn't an option. There was no choice.
"It's...nice."
Dachi's heart swelled to an absurd size as Suga began to purr lightly against his throat. His actions had been redeemed. It was a small victory, he still would never forgive himself for what had happened earlier, but at the very least, Suga didn't hate him. For now, that was enough.
"Good," the captain whispered, rubbing Suga's petite back in small circles. "Because it's going to be happening from now on."
When Daichi felt Suga lightly laugh against his chest, he held the boy tighter- worried that if he let go, even for a moment, the Omega would slip away from him forever. Indeed, he almost had. As Suga's breathing slowed against his neck, Daichi vowed to never let the Omega out of his sight again. It was a vow of complete protection.
Daichi was thrown awake in a panic when the small Omega wrapped in his arms began began thrashing about violently.
"No-NO-please-!" Suga cried out, bolting upright in the large bed, startling the captain with his wide-open eyes.
"Suga, Suga, it was just a dream, you're safe," Daichi pleaded, holding the sobbing Omega to his chest, feeling pang after pang of panic wash over him.
From what Daichi could tell, Suga was awake. Maybe it's a panic attack? He willed himself to project a tranquil scent, anything to help the situation, but the Omega was releasing such a powerful fear- it was thickly souring the air of the small room. The smell was nearly unbearable for Daichi, but it was not as unbearable as seeing his Omega in such a violent state of duress. The only thing worse, was the creeping feeling that was settling itself into Daichi's bones, telling him that there was nothing he could do to calm the boy down. As the unnerving feeling struck home, he lost himself to panic. He needed help, and there were many people in the house that could provide it. Now wasn't the time for him to be selfish, it was clear that his presence was only making Suga's upset worse.
Daichi quickly flipped through the archives of his mind, searching for the right person to help. Oikawa. Oikawa would know what to do. He scrambled out to reach for his cell phone, charging on his bedside table, and prayed that the other Omega would pick up at such a late hour.
"Daichiii, why are you waking me up from my beauty sleep?" Came Oikawa's yawning answer on the other end of the line.
"Oikawa. Suga. Hurt. Help." It was all Daichi could manage, his protective instincts had fully taken over, making his words choppy and irrational.
Oikawa~
Oikawa pushed into Daichi's room, instantly analyzing in the situation with his senses. He didn't care that his normally quaffed hair was a mess, or about the dark bags under his eyes. Every single fibre of his being was focussed on Suga. Was he okay? What had happened? The moment he saw the state of his noble, Omega friend, he realized that the silver haired boy was having a night terror. They were fairly common amongst Omegas, trauma was their bread and butter. Oikawa internally cursed himself for not warning Daichi about it. Now, the Alpha was in his own fit of rage, battling his flaring instincts from Suga's sour scent.
"Move, Daichi," Oikawa said in a stern, yet concerned voice. The Alpha didn't make a move from his position, his muscular arms fixed around the blubbering Suga in his lap. "Daichi, I need you to listen to me so Suga can get better. Please try to listen through your instincts. You need to move. I need you to do this so I can help."
After a few nasty snarls, Daichi fought through his emotional state and gingerly detached himself from Suga, scenting the boy before getting up. Oikawa immediately crawled over dark sheets of the king sized bed and positioned himself against the back headboard behind the sweaty, silver haired Omega. He gingerly laid Suga against his own chest and wrapped his long legs around the boy's tiny waist. Daichi's gaze burned into him from his bristling position near the door, but Oikawa tuned it out.
As he began to rock back and forth, swaying Suga's tense body with his own, he sang softy. "You are safe. You are loved. Suga baby, please wake up. It's your friend, Oikawa. No one is going to hurt you." After a few minutes, he felt Suga begin to melt into the words, slowly but surely calming down. "Suga, I love you. No one will hurt you, my beautiful baby." He continued on, singing and rocking, all while projecting a massively tranquil scent.
Although things went smoothly for nearly ten minutes, Oikawa was startled from his task when a low and possessive growl erupted from Daichi. He stopped singing but continued swaying his body, looking over to the Alpha near the door. He slightly stiffened under Suga's deadweight when he realized that Daichi was losing the struggle to control himself- quickly devolving into a possessive state. Oikawa had overestimated the captain's control.
"Daichi, I need you to calm down. Your scent is not helping Suga right now," he stated calmly, keeping the fear that was seeping into his heart from reaching his voice.
The Alpha growled again, this time much louder, and took a confident step forward. His domineering scent was crippling, alerting Oikawa that the captain was in a violent mood. A mood that would not hesitate to slice clean through him to get to Suga.
"Daichi, listen to me. I know that I sometimes give off an Alpha vibe, but I'm an Omega. Remember Daichi, I am an Omega. I am not trying to take away Suga. You know this, Daichi. You called me, remember? To help."
When Daichi took another step forward, Oikawa readied his frightened nerves. He knew that Daichi wanted nothing more than to defend Suga, but if the Alpha wasn't in control of himself, he would attack anything and everything near the silver Omega- including him. Oikawa adjusted the unconscious Suga against his chest and readied himself for combat, but the door behind Daichi suddenly opened and Hajime's figure entered the dim room. He watched the yawning Alpha in stunned silence, as he briefly took in the situation. After mere moments, Hajime grabbed his snarling captain by the collar of his shirt and roughly pulled him from the room.
Oikawa took in a deep breath, lucky, lucky, he thought to himself before resuming his task, rocking and singing his Omega friend out of his night terror.
Hajime~
Hajime wasn't sure what had woken him up. He glanced over at his clock, 2:33 am. He let out a frustrated groan and turned over on his mattress, willing his body to fall back to sleep. After a few minutes of battling the irritating instinct that was festering in his chest, he rolled the covers off, pulled on some black sweatpants, and exited into the dark hallway.
As he approached Daichi's room near the stairs to the main floor, Hajime was struck with a series of powerful scents. Suga's sweet scent, wildly distressed. Daichi's, protective and angry. And another...he paused for a moment near the top of the stairwell. The unknown fragrance was overwhelmed by the other scents, but he could slightly pick up on it...Oikawa? It was calm and oceany, but had a hint of...fear. Before Hajime knew what he was doing, he had entered Daichi's room.
The room's owner stood bristling in front of him, ready to pounce onto a frightened, yet resolute, Oikawa. The chestnut bot was sitting on the dark bed with his long, beautiful legs wrapped around a agitated Suga. It only took Hajime a few moment to ascertain who needed to be removed from the situation. He roughly grabbed Daichi by the collar and dragged him into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
Daichi attempted to struggle against him, but Hajime could tell that the captain was doing his best to fight against his instincts. He pulled the upset Alpha down the stairs, out the front door, and planted him down on the stairs on the porch. Hajime plopped down beside him and the two Alphas sat in silence for a few minutes, letting the cool night air wash over them. After a few moments, Daichi's overactive, aggressive scent began to dissipate.
Hajime chuckled under his breath, hearing Oikawa's advice penetrate his mind- separate them before one of their scents goes unchecked! While he was annoying, the Omega definitely had his facts right.
"Fuck," Daichi said at last in exasperation and placed his head against his bent knees. "How did I let myself get like that, I couldn't control anything. Fuck."
"Eh, you are an Alpha. Shit happens. Don't worry about it, nobody got hurt," Hajime replied lazily, stifling a yawn. He glanced over at Daichi, his Alpha friend was visibly upset with himself- and...ashamed. "Look Suga wasn't even conscious so I wouldn't worry about him seeing you in that state."
"Yeah…"
"But Oikawa, he's going to hold this shit over your head forever!" Hajime chirped and let out a tired laugh, successfully lightening the damper mood.
Daichi gave his own tentative chuckle at the idea. "I'm the one who called him, you know. I asked him for help, and he gave me it, no questions asked. And I couldn't even control myself enough to let him do what needed to be done. Even when I saw that Oikawa was actually calming Suga down the thoughts just twisted. He was calming Suga when I couldn't. I hated it. I still hate it."
Hajime yawned again and rose to his feet to stretch his back. "Sometimes the feeling of safety that an Omega needs can't be provided by an Alpha. Not even one that they're mated with. That's why it's important to make sure they aren't isolated from their own kind," he recited over his shoulder to the hunched captain. "Shittykawa tip number eight."
"Man, the guy knows everything. It's impressive," Daichi confessed, throwing his head back in awe.
"I know. Fucking Omegas are smarter than we are, and we're the ones who have all the good schooling and professions."
"Pretty fucking backwards. I didn't know it was like this. It's...wrong."
"Yeah…" Hajime agreed, tapering off the word with a deep sigh. "I'm gonna grab some coffee, you want anything?"
"No...thanks."
Hajime shrugged at the captain's answer and moved inside to grab some sustenance, anything to keep his tired eyes awake.
Oikawa~
After about an hour, Oikawa was finally confident that Suga had fallen into a restful sleep. He gingerly tucked the Omega in and made his way down the stairs, pleased to see that Hajime had successfully brought Daichi back to his senses. The two Alphas were melted into the couch, watching quiet infomercials on the television. As Oikawa approached, the captain hastily rose to his feet, noticing his presence by scent.
"Is Suga okay?" He questioned quietly, panic lacing the rings of his dark eyes.
"He's fine. He's sleeping. It was a night terror. Tomorrow, you're gonna get an entire lesson about them, from me. For now, you should go back up stairs and sleep."
Daichi physically relaxed at his response and quickly made his way towards the stairs. Before continuing to the second floor, he promptly stopped and put a large hand on the Oikawa's narrow shoulder, "I'm so sorry, Oikawa. Really. I fucked up."
"Don't sweat it, big guy. I know how you Alphas can get," Oikawa replied nonchalantly and flashed a tired smile. He already knew that Daichi was truly horrified by his actions. "Don't let it happen again, though," he tersley added, all signs of humor lost from his tone.
Daichi nodded in understanding, then pushed forward, making his way up the stairs and disappearing in the dark hallway. Oikawa sighed and rubbed the back of his head, turning his attention to Hajime.
"Not how I pictured my night."
"You're telling me," the remaining Alpha replied saltily, lazily clicking through the channels.
Oikawa wandered over to the couch and plopped himself next to the grumpy man. He wanted to thank him, but he didn't want to give the snarky Alpha the satisfaction- it would just go to his head. Although, him showing up was quite the stroke of luck, Oikawa thought to himself, how and why did he even intervene in the first place?
The chestnut boy didn't have the energy to piece together an answer. Instead, he glanced over to the tired Alpha at his side. He hated to admit it, but Hajime was an attractive man. More than once, Oikawa had caught his thoughts wandering around him- wondering what it would be like to be scented… or even fucked by him. Sometimes, it took everything he had to shove them away to the deep recesses of his mind.
Hajime~
Hajime was too tired to ignore the fragrance of sea salt and fresh laundry that was radiating out from Oikawa's position next to him on the turquoise couch. He silently praised himself for staying, mostly, calm earlier, despite the overwhelming scents of Suga, Daichi, and Oikawa. He had always taken pride in being in control of his Alpha instincts, however, he knew that this time, he had no right to be all that pleased with himself. He had succumbed to an immense feeling of dread the moment he smelled Oikawa's distress in the hallway- it was the only reason he had intervened in the ordeal at all. It wasn't the same fearful instinct he had felt when Suga and Nishinoya had come home scraped and bruised. Nor was it the same as when he had run after Daichi to find Suga. It was something else..something more personal.
Hajime looked over to the Omega and was startled to see beautiful, brown eyes staring back at him.
"You look tired," Oikawa chirped, playfully bumping him in the shoulder.
"I am tired," Hajime quipped back, ignoring the pleasant feeling that the brief physical contact had spurred within him. "I had to save your helpless ass and babysit a crybaby Alpha for the last hour."
"I was not helpless. I had everything under control."
Hajime wished he could believe Oikawa's words. He had more than proven that he could handle himself, but it didn't make Hajime feel any better. At the end of the day, the slender boy was still an Omega- still vulnerable from of his heat cycle and his scent.
"Yeah sure," Hajime drawled sarcastically, his eyes fixed on the television. "I'm sure you could've thrown Suga over your shoulder and taken Daichi out. No problem. Easy."
"Sarcasm doesn't suit you, Hajime~~" Oikawa retorted snarkily, making it abundantly clear that his self autonomy was very important to him- that it was not something to be joked about.
"Whatever," Hajime conceded with a gentle shrug, it was all he could manage as a response. He was so exhausted and Oikawa's scent was all-consuming. He wished that he had the energy to fight against it, but he was too drained. It made him simultaneously want to drown in it while fucking him into the couch cushions.
"Why were you awake?" Oikawa unexpectedly interjected, catching Hajime off guard.
"What?"
"It's not like you."
"I was thirsty. Smelled the conflict, thought I'd check it out," Hajime lied, it was becoming a common occurrence for him recently. Especially when Oikawa was involved.
"Huh," the chestnut Omega huffed in confusion before rising up from the couch. "Well, I'm going to get my beauty sleep. Rest well Mr. Alpha~~" Oikawa yawned lazily, gave Hajime an audacious wink, and started towards the stairs.
Hajime listened intently as the Omega made his way up to his nest on the third floor. After he was certain that he was alone, he sniffed the air and sighed- the scent of ocean waves was dissipating into nothing. He continued enjoying the fragrance until it was all but gone, then shook his head to come back to his senses. What was he doing? He needed to regain control over himself, Oikawa was not his type, not by a long shot. He was too wiley, too self-assured, and definitely not submissive enough.
Hajime hiked himself up, not even bothering to turn off the television, and made his way up the stairs to his bedroom. Tomorrow he would form a plan to end his irritating instincts once and for all.
