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Atsumu
“I’m not gonna,” Atsumu replied, but his feet stayed glued.
The blood in his head rushed, making him dizzy and nearly sending him careening into the wall. Maybe he should smash his head into the wall since he was looking Okane up and down like he was the last drop of water on an apocalyptic planet.
He was just so hot. His piercings, and his curls, and his dark eyes, and he was in heat. And he smelt so good and filling up his tight hole would—
Atsumu licked his lips. They were dry. “Are you…I mean…” Fuck. His imagination conjured up Okane laying beneath him, naked and needy and open. Get outta my head. He tried to replace it with Sakusa, but that got him more excited and his cock twitched, beginning to fill.
“I’m sorry,” Okane said, bunching the blankets around his hips.
Atsumu swallowed hard. “S’okay. Really.”
“I forgot my suppressant.”
“Because of the party?” Atsumu guessed.
Okane nodded. “I took one as soon as I could but it was too late.”
Atsumu stared at the hollow of Okane's collarbone, right below Sakusa’s hickey, and his head felt light.
“My heat set in so fast.”
“S’all good, Okane.”
His voice got really quiet. “I don’t want this.”
It was jarring to hear an Omega not wanting to do anything in his heat, not begging or otherwise being needy. From his flushed face and shifting on the bed, he was uncomfortable, understandably so, but he didn’t want an Alpha here. Not one in rut for sure. That was obvious.
Atsumu managed a step backwards. “I’m not gonna do anythin’.”
The babies. Think ‘a the twins. Major turn off.
That settled things, marginally. Definitely not enough.
His body wanted.
It was all instinct. All drive. Biological.
He hated himself for it.
God, but I need it.
No, I don’t, asshole.
Hell, his brain was going in circles.
“I need ‘ta leave.” Atsumu took another step back and his brain roared in protest. “Need ‘ta…I gotta…” His hand twitched towards his crotch, but he kept it next to his hips. “Leave.”
A nearly similar situation had happened last year with Iwaizumi. The man had been in the first heat of his life thanks to his abnormal pregnancy and shown up on Atsumu’s doorstep, begging. Atsumu had caved a little, giving Iwaizumi a handjob before help had arrived to stop them.
But he wasn’t that type of Alpha anymore. He didn’t want to be that type of Alpha.
No matter what his biology wanted. What his fucked up biology wanted.
He stepped into the hallway, and while the want was overwhelming, he managed to shut the door, placing a barrier between them. An involuntary needy whine bubbled up his throat as he leaned his brow against it. “Okay, I need ‘ta go.”
But the twins. He couldn’t leave them here with Okane while he was in heat. He was still getting used to them.
He forced himself to turn, trying not to breath through his nose and get Okane's heat scent, and marched stiffly to the twins’ room. They were sleeping, but he didn’t care, he snatched them each in an arm. Their sudden crying helped to calm the blood rushing through his system.
Under normal circumstances, Atsumu didn’t drive in rut with the kids in the car, but he needed distance from this duplex. As much as he could get. Tears pricked his eyes as he manually shut off the front door alarm to get outside without alerting anyone and then made his way down the front steps, desperately wanting to turn around and bury himself into Okane.
“We’re okay, buddies. We’re okay.”
He got them buckled into their car seats, brain on the fritz so he checked the buckles five times before getting into the driver’s seat and slowly heading out.
It was, about twenty minutes away from home, that his head was able to think slightly more rationally without the in heat Omega around.
It was also, at that same moment, he realized he should have gone to Daichi’s place or at least called to say he was leaving with the twins so Daichi could follow, but his phone was back home now, plugged into the wall to charge next to his bed.
“Shit.” He shifted his hips, his very notable erection brushing against his boxers. “You need to chill,” he hissed at it. He needed relief, but not in the car. Not with the kids. He wanted to bash his head into the steering wheel. “Okay, think Miya. Where're we goin'?”
Precum beaded out of him without any stimulation.
“Focus,” he demanded.
Obviously, the best course was to loop back around to Daichi's place, but he wasn’t sure if he’d make the twenty-minute drive back. More and more space in his brain was being hijacked by his rut and he half-expected to come in his pants without any touch.
He needed the kids to be safe though. His Alpha instincts were kicking in, thankfully, for that as well.
Ruts were fucking inconvenient.
They wouldn’t be if ya didn’t get ‘em so often and so random.
He gritted his teeth and took a corner too sharply, and someone honked at him. He gave them the finger as he steered into a quiet suburb, thinking less traffic would be better. The area he was in was familiar, near Bokuto and Akaashi’s place, he could head out to theirs and…
He glanced in the rearview mirror and his stomach sunk.
A sleek blue car was behind them. One that had been behind them for awhile now, following through the traffic. Shit, shit, shit. It could be government agents spying on him, it could be Shimoda’s men, it could be a coincidence, but Atsumu wasn’t taking any chances that it was accidental.
A flood of adrenaline pumped through his system, making it harder to think, and he felt like he needed to cry. A lump caught in his throat and he spoke roughly around it. “We’re okay, buddies, we’re okay.” His hands started to tremble on the wheel. He wanted to turn around and slam into them with the car. He wanted to wrap his hands around their throats and watch the life slowly leave their eyes.
He knew his aggression was due to his rut, and the only thing stopping him, honestly, was the safety of the kids. Who he couldn’t take to Bokuto’s place anymore. He couldn’t lead whoever was following him there. A string of curses flew through his head. If it wasn’t for his fucking rut getting fucking triggered by any fucking Omega’s heat they wouldn’t be out here right now. If his fucking knot was just normal, he would be more in control of when they fucking happened.
He made another sharp turn. The car behind followed.
A mix of unsatisfied arousal, anger, fear, and frustration burned as tears in his eyes and he had to wipe them away to not crash into anything. For the twins. Naooki and Tadaaki. I made ‘em a promise I’d always stay.
And, that also meant, taking care of himself. Getting himself right.
It clicked then.
He made his way out of the suburb and onto the main street again, followed the entire time.
Ten minutes later, he pulled into a brightly lit parking lot, people buzzed around everywhere, cars were coming and going. It was a place that never stopped by necessity, and rather than park his car in the parking lot, he pulled directly up to the front doors and parked in a no parking zone.
He glanced in the rearview mirror, and the sleek blue car was speeding off in the other direction now.
Relief bubbled up, sending the first few tears down his cheeks, but he wasn’t done yet. He got out of the car. Someone in uniform tried to approach him. “Sir, you can’t park here—”
“Just ticket me,” he growled at her and she instantly took a couple steps back from the aggressive in-rut Alpha. He ignored her completely, picking up his twins, and they settled into his arms, comforted by the protective scent he was giving off to them.
Then, he stormed into the building, erection horribly obvious under his sweats.
The reaction of those in the waiting room was immediate, Omegas lowered their eyes, other Alphas tensed as if ready for a fight, Betas eyed him wearily, but none so much as the receptionist sitting at the Osaka Hospital Emergency Room’s intake desk. She looked mostly annoyed with him, but cautious. “How can I help?”
Then, Atsumu broke, tears and snot messing up his face.
“Please,” he sobbed, “I need ‘ta have my knot removed.”