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Kita retired from his position as Inarizaki’s captain as soon as they returned from the Spring Tournament.
Coach Kurosu gave them the week off, to regain their footing physically and mentally, before building the team anew, without the third years who’d be graduating in less than three months. They were still welcome at practice, though Coach Kurosu encouraged those who planned on attending university to spend their time studying for entrance exams instead.
Aran had already secured a contract with the Tachibana Red Falcons after the summer’s Interhigh, so he’d still be there, practicing to keep himself in shape and on top of his game.
Kita had no such plans, but he also already knew he wouldn’t attend university. There was no need for it. His family owned a farm, and it had always been his goal to work alongside his family and keep the farm they’d owned for generations afloat. Seeing that he was an omega while his older sister was an alpha, their parents would want her to inherit the business, but she’d made it clear she was hoping both her younger brothers would stay and help her.
While Kita had certainly enjoyed his time in high school, and giving his everything to volleyball, he had no real qualms with it coming to an end. He’d simply start a new chapter of his life come April.
Still, when practice resumed, Kita made sure to show up. He’d been captain, after all, and it was only proper for him to be there and name the next captain along with Coach Kurosu.
They’d both agreed that out of the second years, Atsumu was the one the most suited for the position. While he could be reckless on the court, he always practiced diligently. He gave his all, and expected the same from everyone around him. His drive and enthusiasm were infectious – Aran had admitted he wouldn’t have stuck with volleyball long enough to fall in love with it if he hadn’t met the twins, and while Suna would never ever admit it, Kita had seen him grow from someone who’d try to shirk responsibility and look for shortcuts to someone who thrived under the expectations Atsumu put on him.
While Kita couldn’t help but worry a little for his chaotic kouhai, he had faith they could achieve anything, even a win at nationals, if they practiced properly and played with all their strength as a proper team.
Atsumu promised Kita that they’d do exactly that, and Kita couldn’t help but smile. He knew, whether or not those results would truly happen, he’d be proud of his kouhai simply for all the effort they’d put in. Not that they’d want it if they failed, but Kita’s feelings would remain.
Nobody was surprised when Atsumu declared he wanted Osamu as his vice captain.
But everyone, including Kita, couldn’t help their shock when Osamu declined. Not because he didn’t want to be second to Atsumu or because he didn’t think his brother should be captain over him, but because he felt it should be someone with more passion for the sport, someone who'd keep playing after high school. Someone like Suna.
Even Kita couldn’t react fast enough to stop Atsumu from jumping his twin, shaking him and demanding an explanation.
When Osamu calmly and decisively told Atsumu that he would quit volleyball in a year and aim for a career in the food industry, the temperature in the gym seemingly dropped multiple degrees. It was so quiet, most of the team had stopped breathing.
Until Atsumu let go of his twin, and quietly agreed Suna should be vice captain then. Suna, despite not looking too thrilled with the position, at least had the good sense to accept it and get everyone out of this strange state.
Needless to say, the first practice of the new team didn’t have a great atmosphere. The twins were blatantly ignoring each other, and nobody could really pretend to be in a good mood. Ginjima tried his best to lift everyone’s spirits, but his efforts fell flat.
Kita simply observed. There were things he could’ve said, but this was a matter of the new team. They’d need to solve it themselves and grow from it.
That was what he told Aran as well, who was of course worried about the twins beyond their performance on the court and during practice, having known them for years. But even so, Kita told him not to interfere unless they asked him for help. With a fond shake of his head, Aran told him he acted way too much like an adult and not a teenager, though he did agree in the end.
It was an assessment many had made about Kita that he often acted beyond his age, though he himself often felt his lack of life experience, especially if he did something new and outside his comfort zone.
When he returned to check in on practice the next day, Kita himself wasn’t quite sure if he did so out of worry for his kouhai, or simple curiosity to see the drama that would likely unfold.
He could literally smell that he was too late before he even entered the gym.
The scent mixture that greeted him was so bitter it was almost impossible to tell what it had originated from. Breathing it in deeply, no matter how much it made Kita shudder and recoil, did leave an aftertaste of pine and grass, though, the scents he’s long since learned to associate with the twins, always so entwined he still didn’t know which of them emanated which scent.
Usually, Kita liked to linger in their presence and let their scents envelop him, but right now, he couldn’t bring himself to even get past the gym’s doors to see them. The aggression in the alphas’ warring scents was simply too strong. It raised every warning flag his omega instinct provided him with.
In less civilized times, this would signal two competing alphas at each other’s throats, tearing each other and anyone or anything that got too close to their battle to shreds. An omega like Kita had no place in such a struggle, all he could do was wait at a safe distance to be claimed by whichever alpha emerged victorious.
But these were civilized times, so the twins weren’t literally trying to kill each other, and they weren’t fighting for the right to reproduce. Certainly not with Kita. What a silly thought that was.
Unfortunately, the last couple thousand years hadn’t really had much of an effect on millions of years of evolution yet, and Kita was powerless against the primal fear keeping him rooted in place.
At least Suna noticed him, and let him know that while everyone assumed there had been a fight at some point between yesterday’s practice and today, nobody had witnessed it, and neither twin was willing to talk about it. Or to each other. Suna clearly was more disappointed to have missed the action than actually worried, so Kita left it at that for the day and headed home.
The next day, when Kita once again checked on practice after school, the scent was still in the air, but much less prevalent, and clearly in the process of being aired out.
But rather than any actual improvement, all Suna showed Kita was a video of Coach Kurosu forcing scent blockers onto the twins while muttering about teenage alphas and why he did this to himself.
Practice could be held normally again at least, though the twins still refused to acknowledge each other’s existence outside of glares that looked like they aimed to kill.
By day three, Aran was starting to hint that maybe they should somehow interfere, seeing how the twins had more than doubled their previous record of ignoring each other. They tried it often, over all sorts of minor things, but it usually didn’t last more than a few minutes, maybe a couple hours if it was an actual fight.
According to Aran, they’d managed a day before, in middle school. Atsumu had annoyed Osamu so much that in a fit of rage, Osamu threw Atsumu’s Nintendo DS against the wall, breaking it cleanly in half. Atsumu had been so pissed he spent the night at Aran’s house swearing he’d never talk to his brother again. And then their mother forced Osamu to give Atsumu his own DS for the time being, and they made up, as they always did.
Honestly, Atsumu had probably only held out so long because he wasn’t around Osamu.
But this time, they were still at practice together, all the time, and Ginjima had started trying to coax them to talk to each other, and still. Neither twin budged.
By day four, even Kita was starting to wonder if maybe he should try to mediate between the twins. They were clearly locked in a standstill.
He spent the afternoon as well as the following weekend weighing his options, but the Monday didn’t go according to plan at all. He’d hoped to catch one of the twins on the way to practice, but his teacher asked him to carry some materials for a project back to the teacher’s room after class, and of course Kita couldn’t refuse. Then Akagi came crying to him about a test his literature teacher had announced for tomorrow about a book Akagi hadn’t read, so Kita spent a few hours with him in the library, reading and discussing the most important parts of the book. And finally, as Kita hoped to at least catch the twins as practice ended, he ran into an omega classmate in the entryway, who was crying by herself after her alpha boyfriend had apparently dumped her. Not wanting to leave her alone, Kita waited with her until a friend of her showed up to walk her home.
When Kita finally made it to the gym, he expected the lights to be off and the door to be locked. It was so late, even voluntary self-practice should be over by now.
But there was still light shining through the windows of the gym, and the door was wide open.
Curious, Kita walked over. He was greeted by the familiar smell of air salonpas and sweat, and a fresh mixture of pine and grass.
Only one net was still up, and the twins were by themselves. Kita watched quietly for a moment as Osamu took a ball from the basket. He threw it to Atsumu, who in turn set it up for his brother to spike back down on the other side on the court with speed only rivalled by Karasuno’s freak combo.
“I see ya’ve made up.”
Both twins startled badly, Osamu dropping the ball he’d just picked for their next spike.
“Oh, hi, Kita-san. Yer still here?”
“I didn’t plan on it, but a few things happened. I was about ta head home when I saw the lights on. Had ta see who’s still here when morning practice is just as early tomorrow as it always is.”
Osamu got the hint, sheepishly avoiding Kita’s gaze. Atsumu did not. “Well, that scrub wouldn’t hit my tosses fer days, so we got a lot ta catch up on! Can’t wrap up quite yet.”
“No, I think it’s about time ya wrapped up.”
Atsumu opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it and closed it again when he saw Kita’s stare. “Fine. Come on Samu, let’s clean up.”
As the twins began taking down the net, Kita went to collect the balls strewn about the floor. Once he had them all, he wheeled the basket to the storage room, just in time to see the twins carry the second net post in as well.
“Is everything really alright between ya again?” Kita couldn’t help the question escaping his lips. He hadn’t received an answer earlier, and while it seemed like the storm had passed, he couldn’t shake a bit of anxiety. That horrid smell from the first day of their fight had really shaken him, reached deeper than he thought. Even now, he felt like he couldn’t quite trust the enticing aroma around him.
Grabbing for a mop, Atsumu sighed. “I still don’t like it, but it’s not like I can stop Samu from doing what he wants.” He huffed, but nothing in his scent changed, and then he smiled. It wasn’t as bright as it could be, but it didn’t look fake, either. “He’ll just have ta realize he was wrong when he sees I’m way happier than him.”
Osamu rolled his eyes. “In yer dreams.”
“Ya say that now, but yer gonna try and get some drunkard outta yer restaurant while I’m on TV playing in the Olympics and yer gonna be sooooo jealous of me.”
“Pft, more like I get ta feed all my friends and have a good time while yer gonna sit on a bench somewhere watching Kageyama play in the Olympics.”
“Ya take that back! I’m way better than Tobio, he’s gonna watch me play!”
Even as Atsumu threw the mop aside to stalk toward Osamu and keep arguing, possibly even with a fist in the mix, Kita could only breathe a sigh of relief. Things were back to normal. They were bickering as if their words had no weight, as if those what-ifs hadn’t been threatening to tear their relationship apart.
Kita hadn’t even noticed how affected he’d been, but now it felt like he could relax after having clenched every muscle in his body for days on end. Of course, that wasn’t what he’d literally done, but he must’ve been tense for sure.
“And how is fighting when yer supposed ta be cleaning helping each of ya be the happier one?”
Perhaps Kita enjoyed shutting the twins up a little too much. He couldn’t help it though, it was simply too satisfying watching Atsumu blush in embarrassment as he grabbed his mop again, and Osamu not looking much better as he squeezed past Kita to get a mop of his own.
Deciding to have some mercy on them, he turned to grab a mop for himself as well, only to be met with a wall of Osamu.
Somehow, he was much closer than he’d ever really been to Kita. Granted, the storage room had little space between all the equipment, but there was no reason for them to be pressed chest to chest. There was especially no reason for Osamu to bury his face in the crook of Kita’s neck.
“Ya smell real nice, Kita-san,” he mumbled, almost like he was in a trance.
What? While Kita was an omega and his smell should appeal to an alpha like Osamu, Kita’s scent had never been very prevalent, and it certainly shouldn’t have such an affect unless he was in heat.
His heats were very regular, and he kept track of them religiously. He needed to. While other omegas experienced pre-heat, that phase was practically unnoticeable for Kita. So he simply had a calendar, and stayed home on days his heat was due, whether he felt any symptoms of oncoming heat or not.
Today was not a scheduled day for his heat. It was close, but still a full five days away. He wasn’t in heat.
So there was no problem. He could let Osamu press them together, and breathe in his scent in return. Maybe, if he angled his head up and got close to Osamu’s scent gland on his neck, he could even determine if he was the twin with grassy scent or the one with the pine scent.
Yes, that sounded like a good plan. He took a deep breath, inhaling as much of Osamu’s scent as he could, tasting his arousal as if it was palpable.
Slick dripped into his underwear immediately.
That… was too strong a reaction. He was feeling a bit hot, too.
Oh.
He was in heat.
Kita didn’t know what could’ve triggered it, but it was here. Now. Too early.
Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to care much. Yes, he was in a gross storage room instead of in his nest at home which made him feel a little anxious, but Osamu was here. Atsumu, too. Kita could smell them both, getting aroused by his heat. They were good alphas. They’d take care of him.
Or so he’d thought.
Before he knew what was happening, Osamu’s warmth was gone, and he could only watch as Atsumu slammed his twin into the stack of gym mats behind him.
Osamu growled. It was low, and quiet – barely audible. But it turned Kita’s legs to jelly.
Atsumu, however, didn’t back down, keeping Osamu where he was and ignoring the obvious warning. “Get a grip, dipshit. Kita-san must be going into heat, ya can’t do anything now. It ain’t right.”
Wait, what? Dread started creeping up on Kita.
Meanwhile Osamu leaned forward, taking a mouthful of breath from right over his brother’s scent gland. When he looked up at Kita again, his eyes were much clearer and more focused.
“Fuck, sorry, Kita-san,” he said. “Almost lost myself there. We, uh, we should probably getcha home, right? The bus is no good if yer in heat, maybe ya can call someone ta pick ya up?”
No. That wasn’t what he wanted to happen. They were alphas. He was an omega. He wanted them. He needed them.
He didn’t want to call his family to pick him up and spend his heat alone.
Why, oh why did he have to live in civilized times, where young alphas were taught to leave him alone when he needed them most, only because he hadn’t given his consent beforehand?
Why did he still love the concern in their eyes so much, when it was what deprived him of the pleasure they could give him if they only let themselves?
He should take the offer. He should go home, ride out his heat alone, and thank them once he was back at school. Perhaps invite them for next time, if he could work up the courage to. But he knew, even now, that he wouldn’t ever speak such an invite. Outside of heat, he would never even let himself dream of what he wanted right now.
He smiled. Civilized times simply called for civilized solutions to ancient problems.
“It’s alright. I’m not in heat.” He kept his voice even and his face neutral.
The twins looked at each other, clearly not convinced. “Uh, no offense, Kita-san,” Atsumu said, “but ya don’t smell like this usually.”
No, he supposed he didn’t. Now that the twins were a bit away from him, even Kita could smell his own honey scent, sticky and sweet to lure in the alphas.
“Yer right. But this is just pre-heat. I still have a couple of hours left before I lose my mind enough to need saving from unwanted advances. That was very kind of ya, but entirely unnecessary. I was safe and enjoying myself. There’s no harm in taking the edge off a little before the heat gets really bad, is there?”
Even in the relative dark of the storage room, Kita could see the bright red flush bloom on Atsumu’s face, and the tent in his trousers grow.
Good. Finally they were getting somewhere.
“Should I, um, should I leave, then?” What? No, why? How had he gotten to that conclusion? “If ya wanna, y’know, take the edge off.” Did he not get that was what he was needed for? Why did he sound so meek? Where was the dominant, strong alpha from just now? “With Samu,” Atsumu finished his sentence.
Oh. That was it. Atsumu hadn’t understood Kita’s intentions fully.
“Nonsense.” Kita took a confident stride forwards, putting himself right into Atsumu’s personal space. “I haven’t even thanked ya for yer valiant rescue attempt yet, alpha.” And before Atsumu could misunderstand even more, Kita leaned up to kiss him. Just a chaste touch of their lips that had Atsumu frozen in place for the entire duration of it.
But it was enough to spur something in Osamu, as Kita could once again feel grass and pine vie for his attention.
As Kita turned to him, Osamu had stood up to his full height, gaze flickering between Kita and Atsumu.
“Now, now, no need ta be jealous. I keep telling ya, ya should share instead of fighting all the time.” And with that, Kita planted a kiss onto Osamu’s lips as well. The alpha’s eyes widened in shock, but his hands reached out to grab Kita’s hips.
Now. Kita had made his intentions clear and they’d been understood. He could feel Atsumu slot into place behind him, his strong chest pressed against Kita’s back. Atsumu’s clothed erection was pressing into his ass, while Osamu’s was right up against Kita’s own hard cock, with only a few layers of fabric separating them.
This should be it.
And yet, neither twin moved. Neither of them got rid of those layers or slipped underneath them.
“Are ya really sure?” Even now, there was worry in Osamu’s voice. “Do ya really want this, Kita-san?”
“I’m very sure.” And yet. And yet. There was doubt. Hesitation. Perhaps Kita was too forward, too eager. Too different from his usual self. The twins did know him well, after all. So he had to gamble. All or nothing, the way the twins loved and Kita hated. “But if it’s not what ya want, or if yer not comfortable with it, we can stop. I can call home and have someone pick me up. Maybe I should-“
He was cut off by Osamu claiming his mouth. This time, the kiss was anything but chaste, and Kita was left gasping for air in seconds.
Atsumu didn’t waste any time, either, instantly pulling the shirt of Kita’s school uniform out of his pants so he could sneak his hands beneath the fabric and grab at Kita’s chest.
Finally.
Finally, Kita had them exactly where he wanted them.
No more words needed to be exchanged as instinct dictated their actions. The alphas let their hands roam all over Kita’s body, and he arched into their warm touches.
As Osamu opened the buttons of Kita’s shirt, Atsumu fumbled with the fly of his pants, and before Kita knew it, he was practically naked, his clothes in a pile on the floor. He’d care about them getting dirty and crumpled, but not when a hand – he thought it was Atsumu’s, but he didn’t know for sure – slipped between his ass cheeks and a finger prodded at his entrance.
Kita made no effort to hold back the high-pitched whine forming in his throat. Slick was dripping from his hole by now, and he was so loose, when the first two fingers entered him, they faced basically no resistance.
Oh, but it felt so good. All he could do was grasp Osamu’s shirt and arch his back in a silent plea for more.
His wish was promptly fulfilled as another finger was pushed into him, all three probing into him and stretching him out.
It wasn’t enough, even when a fourth finger joined with an obscene squelching sound, but Kita didn’t know if he could speak. His brain just couldn’t seem to string words together coherently.
Osamu groaned. “Fuck, lemme…”
What, Kita didn’t understand. All he knew was that the fingers were removed, and he was entirely empty again, clenching around nothing. He tried to look up from where he’d buried his face in Osamu’s chest, but he couldn’t form the question he wanted to ask.
Thankfully, even if Kita hadn’t understood Osamu, Atsumu clearly had.
He brought up the hand Kita so dearly missed in his ass, offering it to his brother over Kita’s shoulder. And Osamu surged forward, slurping Kita’s slick like a starving man, happily moaning all the while.
All of a sudden, the thought of Osamu on his knees, bringing his tongue directly to the source of what he so desired, consumed Kita’s mind. But he was only given a few seconds for that fantasy before Atsumu pulled him backwards, giving him a kiss so demanding that Kita could barely breathe, much less think.
He let Atsumu hold and devour him, just as he let Osamu pull at his hips and lift him up.
Kita purred at the effortless display of strength, followed by a desperate moan as he felt Osamu’s cock nudge at his entrance.
With all the slick and prep work, Osamu could glide in in one smooth thrust, sheathing his entire length. Kita only helplessly bucked his hips, impossibly full and yet desperate for more.
“Shit,” Osamu cursed, “yer so hot, and wet, and loose…”
And then Kita felt another cock press against his rim.
Anxiety shot up in him, bringing with it a brief bout of clarity. Would this fit? Could he take two alphas at once? What if it hurt?
“Relax,” Atsumu murmured into his ear.
Osamu slowly gyrated his hips, sending sparks of pleasure through Kita until he had no choice but to turn to putty, completely malleable by his alphas’ desires.
Atsumu was careful as he pushed in inch by inch, all the while murmuring sweet nothings into Kita’s ear. None of the words truly registered, until Atsumu was fully inside as well. All he could process was the feeling of the twins’ cocks stretching him out, tightly pressed together inside of him.
“See? Ya were made fer taking our cocks.”
Yes.
In that moment, Kita felt Atsumu’s words ring true. Civilization could not deny this. The alphas had fought, bitterly, but here they were. Alive. Victorious. And Kita was their prize, rewarding them with pleasure and pups who’d inherit their fathers’ strength.
What could be more fulfilling than playing the role nature had assigned him? What higher goal could there be?
Kita needed nothing more than to spread his legs and relish in the sensation of being fucked silly by his alphas. The twins were rutting into him without much finesse but with so much desire radiating off of them that it more than made up for it.
There was absolutely no way Kita would last long under these circumstances.
Though, as he felt the tug of knots starting to form at his rim, he knew he wasn’t the only one who was already close. He could only purr at the proof that he was so desired.
“Wait, fuck, Tsumu.” Osamu stilled all of a sudden, making Atsumu’s thrusts stutter, too and leaving Kita hanging right at the edge. “We don’t got any condoms.”
They couldn’t possibly intend to leave him hanging now, could they?
“I’m on birth control,” Kita gasped out. “Keep going.”
He was, in fact, not on any form of birth control. There was still a tiny, rational part of his brain left that told him that was a horribly irresponsible lie to tell. But the much bigger, much louder, much hornier part did not care. No, he delighted in it. He could get pupped. Right here, right now, by these alphas.
The thought made him clench around them, and with a growl, Atsumu resumed thrusting with abandon. Osamu wasn’t far behind his twin, each of them pounding him with all their might.
Kita’s last bit of active brain went dead, and he saw stars as he squirted slick all over their cocks.
What happened next was a blur at best, but he felt himself being stretched beyond his limit, he could hear his alphas moan in unabashed pleasure, and hot cum was pumped into him, satisfying an urge so ancient Kita felt lost in eternity.
It was pure bliss.
Until his heat reached its first breaking point, his orgasm wore off, and pain started to settle in along with his ability to think and perceive himself and the world.
Both twins had knotted him at once.
Like any self-respecting omega, Kita owned toys to get himself through the heats he had to spend alone, toys with inflatable knots at the end. But he’d never even taken a real cock before, much less two of them. And now he had two knots lodged inside of him, pressing at his walls in a way that bordered so much on too much it was already way over the line.
Tears spilled over before he knew it.
The satisfied scents around him instantly soured a bit. “Kita-san? Are you alright? Does it hurt?” Osamu’s voice was gentle as he moved to kiss the tears away.
“Should we try and pull out?”
“Don’t be an idiot, Tsumu, yer just gonna tear his ass if ya try that!”
“But I don’t wanna hurt him and it’s not like my knot is just gonna go down cuz I want it to!”
A tired, but fond smile tugged at Kita’s lips. He had such good alphas, he couldn’t help but love them. “It’s alright, as long as ya don’t move. Just hold me, and let me breathe ya in.”
The pain didn’t fade, but with Osamu pressed to his front and Atsumu to his back, Kita still felt satisfied, safe, and more than anything, happy.
Pine and grass enveloped him, like a walk at the edge of a forest right after a shower of rain. It occurred to Kita that he still didn’t know which scent belonged to whom, but he found it didn’t matter.
He loved them both equally anyways.