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Bokuto
The clock ticked.
It was an analogue clock. Bokuto had never loved it. Something about the way the hands moved by – seconds, minutes, hours – trapped him in the night sometimes. Time incessantly moving forwards to its inevitable end. Hypnotizing him with its movements.
However, Akaashi loved that clock. It was a gift from his parents, included in the bedroom set they’d bought them for their wedding. Dark wood headboard and deep green covers and golden knobs on the dresser. The clock was framed in the same deep wood as the bed.
The minute hand ticked.
Bokuto closed his eyes. The empty presence in the bed next to him pronounced.
There were a lot of reasons Akaashi might have gotten up at one in the morning. Getting a snack from the kitchen since his cravings had been unbearable this time around. Or, needing to pace because he was overthinking as he was prone to doing at night. Or possibly his sometimes insomnia getting the better of him, but then again, he’d usually watch videos on his phone or work from his laptop in bed.
Tick.
Akaashi wasn’t coming back to bed.
Bokuto pushed back the blankets, thinking of the best-case scenarios but not feeling them in his heart as he made his way into the hallway. At the other end, light spilled beneath the crack on the bathroom door.
Bokuto touched the wall, steeling himself, before making his way down.
Still, it could be anything. Upset stomach. Midnight shower. Glass of water.
He knocked. “Keiji?”
Silence met him like a wall, one beat, two, followed by a whimper.
“Keiji.” He pressed his forehead to the door. “Can I come in?”
There was a shuffle. A sniff. Then, quietly, “okay.”
On the other side, Bokuto couldn’t deny what was happening any longer.
Akaashi wore one of Bokuto’s button down pajama shirts, too large on him and hanging past his hips. On one pale inner thigh, blood dripped towards his knee. More blood pooled on the tiles below him. Akaashi held a wadded-up towel, pink with the blood he’d already cleaned from his skin, but now with Bokuto here, he pulled his hands into his chest, looking small.
He hadn’t been crying before, but now he started. “Sorry. I’m so sorry. I…”
“It’s not your fault.” Bokuto closed the space between them. “It’s not, Keiji.”
Akaashi covered his mouth with a hand, trying to hold it together because it was what he did for them both. This, however, couldn’t be held by one person. Akaashi was miscarrying for the second time since they’d started trying to have a baby of their own.
Bokuto pried the damp towel from his hands and lowered the lid of the toilet seat.
“Sit,” he directed gently.
Akaashi did, trying to compose himself. Bokuto knelt down between his legs and cleaned the blood off of him. “It’s okay, Keiji. Really.”
Akaashi’s bottom lip trembled, but he fought for a shred of calm.
While he did, Bokuto stayed quiet, trying not to think too hard about what was happening so he didn’t fold completely. It lurked like a shadow though, the disappointment and the heartbreak and the rage at the unfairness of it all. Ready to pull him under if he stopped fighting against it for a fraction of a second.
When Akaashi finally spoke, his voice was hushed, “I didn’t want to wake you.”
You should have. But Bokuto wasn’t going to say that when Akaashi was already breaking. “It’s okay,” he said instead. “I’m here now.”
He cleaned up what he could, watching Akaashi’s skin prickle into small bumps at where the cool air touched his damp skin, before handing him back the towel.
Bokuto held Akaashi’s cheek, brushing a thumb beneath his eye in a silent reassurance that he loved him before getting up for the supplies in their medical cabinet. Inside he pulled out the box of disposable briefs designed for this situation or for immediately after giving birth. They would absorb the blood and keep Akaashi as comfortable as they could manage over the next few days while he miscarried their baby.
When Bokuto had gone out to buy them months ago it had been with the intention of Akaashi using them in the hospital while they took turns holding their newborn in their arms, not for this, though he’d always known miscarrying was a possibility, he had optimistically not expected it.
He handed them over, knowing Akaashi would want to dress on his own and giving him the dignity he deserved. Once Akaashi had pulled them on, Bokuto returned to his spot, kneeling on the floor at his feet and looking up at Akaashi’s tired face. “Physically, how do you feel?”
Emotionally, they’d handle when they could. When they had the space for it.
“Tired. Sore,” Akaashi admitted. “Like last time.”
Bokuto kissed his knee. “Okay. Do you want to stay here or move to the couch?”
“The couch.”
Bokuto rose to his feet, offered a hand, and led Akaashi out.
And all the while, time ticked on.
Bokuto couldn’t say this was unexpected.
They were participants in a clinical trial for a fertility treatment designed to let two Alphas conceive on their own. This was their second attempt. The first attempt had ended this way too, except in a hospital room because they hadn’t known how to handle a miscarriage previously. Now, they knew, as long as Akaashi wasn’t bleeding profusely or had a fever or was in severe lasting pain, they could let it happen in the comfort of their home.
That didn’t make it easier though.
Being on the safe side, Bokuto called their doctor and got confirmation they could stay home with strict instructions to contact her if anything changed. She wanted them to come out to the clinic tomorrow, but she would give them the night alone.
After he hung up, Bokuto rested his fist against the countertop. It’s okay. We’ll try again.
He gathered what was left of himself, grabbed the heating pack from the microwave and a bottle of water, and went to join Akaashi in the living room. Akaashi had curled into the corner of the couch with a blanket wrapped snug around him. Eyes tracing the pattern of the knit.
Until he grimaced, curling inwards.
“I brought heat,” Bokuto said, sitting next to Akaashi. His hands sought beneath the blanket, pressing the warm pack to Akaashi’s cold fingers and he took it to place over his abdomen. “Any better?”
Akaashi gave a pained breath. “Give me a second, Kou.”
So, Bokuto did, feeling utterly useless.
Exactly like when this happened last time, not able to help enough. Never enough.
He lightly drew his thumb over the creases on Akaashi’s brow and slowly, as the heat helped and the pain momentarily subsided, it smoothed. “I’m just cramping,” Akaashi said quietly. Beneath the blanket, with one hand holding the heat, his other found Bokuto’s to cord their fingers together. Then, speaking soft, but incredibly straightforward like he needed to say it to handle it, to accept it, Akaashi said, “I’m losing our baby again.”
Heartache had knit a home in Bokuto a long time ago, visiting only occasionally, rather than as a permanent fixture like when he had been a teenager, but now it hollowed him out. “I’m sorry.”
A corner of Akaashi’s lip pulled up sadly. “Me too.”
Because this was a shared pain, though differently felt by each, it was similar in its understanding of what they were losing.
Bokuto shifted, careful not to jostle Akaashi too much as he brought him closer and nuzzled Akaashi’s neck for his safe scent, calming and enduring, and Akaashi breathed him in too, relaxing against him. “I’m tired, Kou.”
“Do you want to go to bed?”
“I mean,” Akaashi pulled away so their eyes could meet, “I’m tired of getting so close, feeling so hopeful that we’ll have our baby, only for it to slip away. I’m so exhausted.”
A flicker of uncertainty filled the hollow of heartbreak. Those words sounded a lot like giving up, and while Bokuto understood them – he was tired of this too – he didn’t think now the time to overthink things in circles the way Akaashi was prone to doing. Not as physically tired and worn as they were tonight. Not while they were actively losing all they wanted and already beginning to grieve the loss.
Bokuto gave a struggle of a smile. “We’ll take some time before we try again, yeah?”
Akaashi briefly closed his eyes, letting out a soft breath. “Yeah.”
Notes:
😭I'm sorry!!
I promise it won't be this depressing the whole way through!
If you're new to this series just know this fic is likely to be long given the length of the previous two!! Though how long I don't know, I make the story up as I go! Okay, that's all, thanks!!
Chapter 2
Notes:
Hii!!! Thank you for all the excited and sweet comments on the last chapter 🥹 amazed by how excited people are for this fic, it's so motivating, and i'm excited to write it of course ! :) so, onwards...
but like also so sorry for the sad at the start
Chapter Text
Akaashi
A twinge in his abdomen curled Akaashi into a ball in their bed. While Bokuto had tried to stay up until Akaashi fell asleep it had been a losing battle, so while Bokuto breathed deep and calm next to him, Akaashi waited for the pain to subside.
His middle contracted again, more severe, and he whimpered quietly through it. The heat had long since seeped out of the pack he held to himself, but he pressed it close anyway like it might help. Then, as quickly as the pain had started, it lifted, and he drew in a breath.
I’m losing our baby. Again.
Grief notched in his throat, but didn’t loosen.
His fingers were cold against what they were losing. The heat pack long since cooled.
Heat.
I need heat.
He slipped from the sheets, leaving the room quietly to go reheat it in the kitchen. He shuffled towards the stairs, aching and sore, but his feet stopped at the second bedroom next to theirs instead. The doorknob was cool to the touch as he opened the door.
Shadows dominated the room except for a crack in the curtains that let in moonlight. The soft streak hit the opposing wall and cut a line across the crib.
It haunted this room. Three years it had stayed there, untouched and unused.
Of course, they’d never told anyone.
That three years ago, a teenage Omega had selected them off an adoption registry to give her baby boy too, not minding they were both Alphas. It had been chaos. They’d booked flights to Okinawa, constructed the crib in a panic, and left Osaka within five hours once they got the call she was in labour.
But the baby had been stillborn ten grueling hours later.
While they were still currently on the adoption registry, they hadn’t gotten a call since.
Akaashi understood they weren’t the only couple struggling with this, but to lose their baby over and over and over again. It wasn’t fair. Some malicious, fucked up joke the universe was playing on them. Giving them hope, teasing them with it, until they went numb.
Another cramp seized him and he grunted, moving his hand to his abdomen like he could somehow stop his body from failing. But he couldn’t stop this. And, they’d do it again. Stick him with needles, flood him with hormones, give him hope, only to end up here. Alone and grieving.
Something snapped inside him.
He rushed the crib, overturning it with a scream.
It tipped, the empty mattress falling loose before the satisfying thud of the crib's bones followed. Some bars came loose, others groaned, screws rolled. It gave physical shape to his frustration. His muscles contracted painfully, fueling him as he reached for the sheer curtains with small owl decals on them, tearing them down. His hands, hungry for destruction, reached for the shelves of baby supplies.
“Keiji?” Bokuto sounded distant like he was underwater. “You’re going—”
Down came the baby powder and diapers.
“Stop,” Bokuto said, drawing closer. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
Akaashi reached for the stack of blankets.
“Keiji.” Bokuto’s arms came around his chest, holding him up as Akaashi suddenly gave way, knees buckling as his sobs finally came loose. “Stop,” Bokuto murmured into his hair. They sunk to the ground, Bokuto’s body curled around his, and Akaashi cried in the way he needed.
“I know,” Bokuto whispered. He kissed Akaashi’s temple. “I know.”
And, Akaashi let himself break.
An ache woke Akaashi a few hours later as the sun pressed through the curtains in their room. He remembered getting into bed after his breakdown and taking something to help him sleep, but the edges of the memories were blurry. They left him in a groggy film as he carefully sat up against the headboard. The tears of last night turned to a disheartening numb. “Bo?” he rasped, mouth dry.
“One second,” he called from somewhere in the house. A second later, Bokuto walked into the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “I brought water and painkillers. Here.”
“Thanks.” Akaashi took them, swallowing the pills. “Shouldn’t you be at practice?”
Bokuto lifted an eyebrow. “I called in sick for the both of us.”
Akaashi nodded, staring at the water bottle in his hand. “Sorry about last night.”
“It’s fine, Keiji.”
“I wrecked the nursery.”
“It can be fixed.”
A lump caught in Akaashi’s throat, threatening tears. “Sorry.” Akaashi rubbed his eyes. “I’m exhausted.”
Bokuto clamoured onto the bed, gently moving Akaashi so he was tucked against Bokuto’s steady chest while Bokuto leaned against the headboard. His scent safe and his heartbeat calming against Akaashi’s back. “You can sleep some more. We don’t have to be at the clinic until this afternoon.”
“I need to shower before we leave.”
“You have time to rest.”
Unable to fight it, Akaashi sunk into Bokuto. However, an ache in his abdomen kept him from drifting off and served as a reminder of what he was actively losing. “Kou?”
“Yes, my love?”
“What if it never happens for us?”
Bokuto’s chest rose and fell with a breath. They’d never spoken the possibility out loud before, each knowing it was possible but keeping it like a secret. Bokuto laced his fingers through Akaashi’s and lifted his hand to kiss the back of it. “It will.”
That optimism that once endeared Akaashi was hard to bear with now. He didn’t know how many more times he could go through this process before it ruined him entirely, until he was numb all the way through. He didn’t want to let Bokuto down though.
Akaashi squeezed his eyes as an unwelcome thought rolled through his mind. A thought that became more present each time this happened. That took up space that it wasn’t warranted.
Maybe Bokuto would have been happier if he’d married an Omega.
Akaashi blinked at the ceiling of the dark room as a technician gently rolled a transducer over his abdomen. The painkillers had set in, but he was still sore and bleeding into the absorbent briefs Bokuto had bought awhile ago. His shirt was hitched up to his chest and the hem of his sweats rolled down to expose his abdomen.
“I’m sorry, hun. I know it’s uncomfortable.” the technician said, running the transducer over him. “The doctor needs the images.”
“It’s okay.”
This wasn’t a typical procedure for a regular miscarriage, but needed for him.
The crack on the ceiling that had been here last time still was. He remembered staring at it, holding his breath, until the technician turned the screen to show them the small bead that was their baby. Today, he couldn’t take his eyes off the ceiling.
“That’s all.” The technician removed the transducer and handed him a towel to wipe the gel off his belly. “Dr. Yuna will come and speak with you momentarily.”
Akaashi nodded his thanks as the technician left the room. Once he sat up and tugged his shirt back on, Bokuto placed his hands on the examination table, bracketing Akaashi’s hips with his arms. Without a word, Akaashi wrapped his arms around Bokuto’s neck and Bokuto gathered him up in a hug.
When the door clicked, they separated, but Bokuto didn’t go far, standing at Akaashi’s side as Dr. Yuna Fumiko entered. Her natural inclination to calm and logic was steadying. Her heels clicked on the tiles as she turned the dimmed lights up and got settled at the computer in the room before giving them her full attention. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
Akaashi nodded politely like his chest hadn’t caved in. “Thank you.”
Because what else was there for him to say? He didn’t blame her for this. If anything, Dr. Yuna was doing and trying everything to make this possible for them. While her interest was in the science and research, she wanted this to work too.
“I appreciate you coming to the clinic,” she continued. “Much of my equipment is here otherwise I would have made a house call. I know it isn’t comfortable or ideal to travel in your condition. How are your symptoms?”
“They’re like last time.”
She nodded and typed away at the computer. “Sore and tired?”
“Yeah.” Akaashi leaned into Bokuto’s arm. “I’m still bleeding.”
“That will last a few days.” More clicks of the keys. “Have you taken anything for your symptoms?”
“Just Ibuprofen and heat.”
“Are you having any feelings of self-harm or suicide?”
“No,” Akaashi said. “I’m just tired.”
“I’m going to write you a note for a week of stress leave from work. It’ll give you time to recover and get some rest, okay?”
“Okay,” Akaashi said quietly.
“I had a second to look over your ultrasounds,” she continued. “I’ll have to wait on the labs for the bloodwork and urine sample to better understand what might be happening, but the ultrasound shows that your uterus is still in place.”
An effect of the fertility treatment was growing the organs needed to sustain a pregnancy in a similar way to what a male Omega would experience in their first heat. Since Akaashi was an Alpha, keeping the uterus in place after a miscarriage or a birth had been a concern since the rapid drop in Omega hormones could result in the body rejecting the uterus once the embryo or baby were out. Dr. Yuna had explained this at their initial meeting before they’d started the first round of treatment and again after the first miscarriage where they’d given him medications she believed would keep the uterus in place, which it had.
“There’s no need for us to remove the uterus at this time while you’re still trying to conceive. While the Omega hormones we administered have steeply dropped off, the low dose progesterone and the immune system medication we gave you is keeping your body from rejecting the reproductive organ as a foreign object.” She glanced at them. “If you experience any severe pain, increase in bleeding, fever, or delirium over the next week, go directly to the emergency department and have them contact me. It might be a sign of infection or a need for a hysterectomy.”
“Got it. I'll take good care of him,” Bokuto said. “And, not that we want to rush, but when will it be safe to start trying again?”
“A few weeks,” she answered. “Akaashi’s lab work should be back by this evening so my research team and I can work on some modifications to the treatment. See perhaps where we have missed crucial information that will allow you to carry a pregnancy to full term.”
They would do it again.
Undergo the process a third time.
It had to be Akaashi. They’d discussed it at length before they’d started trying. Bokuto’s job on the MSBY Black Jackals was too physical, too public, too busy. It involved traveling across Japan and sometimes internationally. Meanwhile Akaashi had the option to work from home a couple days a week, editing shōnen manga on his computer.
And so, he would endure.
That night, on his way back to bed after reheating his pack in the kitchen, a sound from the never used nursery caught Akaashi’s attention and he paused in the doorway. Bokuto knelt by the crib, humming quietly as gentle hands patiently stitched back together what Akaashi had ruined.
This room held so much pain when Akaashi was here alone, but filled with Bokuto’s soft smile and careful work, it had a life to it. It leached with possibility and light, touching Akaashi at his core because he wanted to raise a family with this sweet, excited, caring man.
Akaashi quietly crept into the room and knelt by the crib’s remains.
“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Bokuto said.
“I was up.”
“You should be resting.”
Akaashi laid his hand over Bokuto’s where he held a bar. “I want to help.”
“Okay, but no heavy lifting in your condition.” Bokuto flexed his biceps. “I can handle that.”
Akaashi gave a small smile, and then reached for a screw.
Chapter Text
Bokuto
“Koutarou?”
The gentle voice pulled Bokuto from sleep and he yawned, opening his groggy eyes to see Akaashi sitting upright against the headboard, knees pulled to his chest. Bokuto curled close to Akaashi, resting his head against his thigh. “You okay, Keiji?”
“I’m fine.” Nothing in his expression said otherwise, so Bokuto took it at face value. Soon, Akaashi’s fingers were raking through Bokuto’s hair, threatening to send him back to sleep. “You have a game today.”
Bokuto pouted. “I can skip it.”
“I stopped bleeding two days ago. Most of my symptoms are gone.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone. Not until you feel a hundred percent.”
“You have to show up for your team.”
Bokuto tucked his face against Akaashi’s thigh where it was warm and soft. “Nah.”
“You’re a starter and we need the paycheck.”
“We have your paycheck.”
“For now, but when I’m on paternity leave I only get a percentage of my full pay. We need you to stay on the starting line-up to keep your salary, so you can’t skip games. Especially when I’m feeling better. I’m just tired now.”
Bokuto scowled into his thigh. “Stop being so reasonable.”
Akaashi laughed lightly. “One of us has too.”
Bokuto peeled back from his thigh to eye him up. “You’re sure you’re okay?”
“I’m okay. I’ll nap for a bit before your game starts and then watch it.”
With a heavy sigh, Bokuto rolled way from Akaashi and unfurled on the bed, spreading his arms and legs out to take up as much room as possible. “Fine. I’ll go to my game.”
“It’ll feel good to play.”
“Yeah.” Already he could feel the sting of the ball. Hear the crowd cheer. He closed his eyes as Akaashi’s hand found his hair again. Akaashi did seem better today. Less likely to tear apart the nursery now that he’d had some sleep and the worst of it was over, but sometimes he kept things to himself. Important things. Bokuto’s nose scrunched up. “Did you tell Dr. Yuna you stopped miscarrying?”
Akaashi was quiet for a long second, playing with Bokuto’s hair. “No.”
Bokuto blinked his eyes open. “Why not? It’s important.”
“I know…I just…” Akaashi sighed, hand receding from Bokuto’s hair. “I want to do the treatment again, I do, but…I haven’t felt like myself in a long time and I…” Akaashi glanced away, picking at a thread. “I need a break, Kou. The other night you said we could take some time before trying again.”
He had said that. He’d meant a week or so, until Dr. Yuna modified the treatment. The last thing Bokuto wanted to do was wait weeks or months. Their time was limited. After a year, if the treatment remained unsuccessful, the Japanese Medical Ethics Board would halt its development due to concerns around dangerous drug interactions with rut inducing medications and certain psychiatric drugs. The judge who’d put the condition in place had said if the fertility treatment couldn’t accomplish what it was being developed to do, allow Alphas to get pregnant, then it shouldn’t be designed at all. It was too dangerous.
That had been back in November. Now it was February.
That left them nine months to conceive a baby. They had the full nine months for Akaashi to get pregnant because once he was pregnant the Ethics Board wouldn’t shut down the treatment if he could carry the baby to term, but once those nine months were up, they would no longer have access to the medications needed for two Alphas to conceive in the first place.
So, delaying trying for a baby definitely made Bokuto restless.
This entire process, however, was harder on Akaashi. Physically demanding. Both the treatments and the loss, so although this isn’t what Bokuto wanted, for Akaashi he could try to be patient. Forcing the matter wouldn’t hurry anything along anyway. He kissed where Akaashi’s thigh was. “How long do you think?”
Akaashi sighed. “Bo…”
“Sorry. We have time.”
Limited time.
“Thank you,” Akaashi said, tipping over Bokuto to kiss his brow. “Love you.”
“Love you too.”
“You’re going to be late for your game.”
Bokuto groaned, rolling off the bed. “I’m going.”
Being late wasn’t a problem because the game had been delayed.
Hinata called Bokuto before he got there to warn him, so while normally Bokuto would use the front entrance, instead he looped his car to the back door of the building so Coach Foster could let him in as per Hinata’s instructions. Their official venue for home games wasn’t attached to their training facility so Bokuto didn’t have a security pass for the back.
The locker room wasn’t the usual buzz of before game energy with music blaring from the speakers and everyone cracking jokes. Instead, the team sat around in various states of annoyance or frustration.
“This is pissing me off,” Atsumu shouted, kicking a locker.
“Miya,” Meian warned. “Don’t destroy shit.”
Atsumu gestured towards the door. “We should already be playin’ volleyball.”
“Well, wrecking shit isn’t going to help.”
“I—” Atsumu drew up short when his phone went off. He answered it and started to pace around the room. “Hey Omi.” A pause as he listened. “Nah, you can’t bring the twins ‘ta the game like we planned. There’re a bunch of protestin’ assholes outside.” Atsumu ran a hand down his face. “In fact, you oughta stay home too.” Another pause. “I know ‘Samu said he could watch ‘em so you could come alone, but I still think it’s better…” Atsumu’s voice trailed off as he wandered into the section of the locker room that held the showers.
Hinata’s eyes followed Atsumu until he disappeared. “When does Sakusa’s leave end?”
“He’s on paternity leave until the beginning of April,” Coach Foster answered.
And that was what started this entire protestors and harassers and media following them around the city to their games and to their training facility. Sometimes even to away games. When MSBY announced Sakusa was taking paternity leave to care for his twin sons it had been the tipping point for people to begin voicing their concerns over Alpha couples raising kids and that had also reawakened the fury of people who also thought Omegas shouldn’t be on any professional sports team because they should be having and taking care of kids, so the team was getting attacked on two accounts.
Basically, the MSBY Black Jackals were at the center of a lot of controversy.
It had gotten so ridiculous lately, Kuroo had been transferred to Osaka permanently to handle their PR. He still worked from home for the Japan Volleyball Association located in Tokyo, but the association had decided the Jackals needed him here more.
Bokuto set his bag down and unzipped it.
“Feeling better, Bo?” Meian asked.
“Much,” he answered. “Keiji and I caught some stomach bug. I’m good now.”
“Good to hear.”
The door flung open, slamming against the wall behind it as Iwa stormed in. “They’re still at it. Fucking pricks.”
“Babe,” Oikawa said, holding out a hand. “Come here.”
Iwa more or less stormed over, took his hand, and sat down in a huff. “Security is keeping the crowd back, but the regular fans still can’t get into the venue and are starting to demand refunds. Osaka police are on their way to assist.” A muscle along his jaw flexed. “We might have to play the Falcons in an empty arena.”
A chorus of groans echoed through the room. No one wanted to play without a proper audience. Bokuto included, he couldn’t get his blood pumping without the cheering. Bokuto shoved on his jersey anyway. They’d have to play either way.
Atsumu returned, scowling at his phone. “Omi says sorry again though I said he shouldn’t.”
“It’s not his fault his mother’s a bitch,” Barnes said.
“And her followers,” Tomas added from where he was lying across a bench.
Many of the protestors that followed them around these days were from Nuclear United which was an organization dedicated to upholding the nuclear family model of a Beta man and Beta women or an Alpha and Omega, of course with children. They held the belief that the downfall of society would happen because of queer couples.
Sakusa’s mother was one of the most influential people in the organization. While she’d never shown up to protest and had been quiet online since Sakusa had come out as gay and in love with Atsumu in a truly dramatic and scandalous moment last November, those in her organization had been showing up and demanding the MSBY Black Jackals be removed from the league for promoting corrupt values.
Bokuto just wanted to love his Alpha husband and focus on having a baby with him without all of this.
A soft knock at the door drew their attention and Kuroo poked his head in.
“The officials want to get the game started,” he said.
“Is there an audience?” Meian asked.
He shook his head. “They’re going to try and get spectators loaded in between the second and third set if the police can get the crowd outside settled and cleared. For now, you’ll be playing in an empty room. Sorry, guys.”
Another rousing set of groans filled the air.
The thud of the ball followed only by their own cheers was disheartening. It sounded lonesome in the large arena. Row upon row of empty seats staring back at them. Bokuto double high-fived Hinata, trying to keep spirits up, but he did love a crowd. Loved the thrill of people cheering for him. The cameras were broadcasting the game live so at least someone was watching.
The sets were tied up at the end of the second when they were finally given the notice from one of the officiants that the police had managed to clear the crowd except for those who had tickets.
“Alright,” Coach Foster said, scribbling on his clipboard, “take a breather. It’ll take time to get the spectators loaded in.”
Bokuto wiped the sweat off his brow with a towel. They’d get a longer break than they typically did between sets then, so he took time to call Akaashi and check in on him, half expecting him to still be asleep, but he answered. “Hey, love, how you feeling?”
“I’m fine. Where’s the crowd?” Akaashi asked, not one to miss a single detail.
Bokuto winced, but explained anyway. When he finished, silence ticked on.
“Kou, what are we doing having a—”
“We talked about this,” Bokuto said, stepping away from the team and into the hallway so they couldn’t overhear. Voices floated down from the lobby now as spectators filed in, but they didn’t come down this way. “We can’t put our lives on hold because of people like that. We never would have gotten married then.”
“It’s not only our lives this time.”
There would be a tiny, fragile human life too.
Bokuto leaned back against the wall. “I know.”
“It’s just something to consider. That’s all.”
Bokuto bit his lip. “We’re going to give our baby an amazing life, Keiji. One filled with so much love.”
A beat. Then, a sigh. “I know that. I just want to be careful.”
“We will be.”
Still, the words felt stale between them.
Please want this as much as I do, Keiji.
But Bokuto would never voice that out loud. They’d started this journey on the same page, both determined, both wanting, but the process was unraveling Akaashi in a way Bokuto couldn’t completely understand. He didn’t linger on the possibilities of what could go wrong, only believed that things would work out for them. They had too. He didn’t think Akaashi was thinking the same.
“I’m going to get a snack before the next set,” Akaashi finally said. “Good luck.”
“Thanks. I’ll be home right after.”
After he hung up, Bokuto slid down the wall. This had all been a lot in a very short time frame and a fracture inside him let in some shadows.
Atsumu stepped into the hallway. “Bo, we’re about ‘ta start…hey ya alright?”
Bokuto wanted to crawl into a small space to mope. “Not really.”
Atsumu glanced over his shoulder at the team before back to Bokuto. “If you’re feelin’ sick ya can sit on the bench. It’s not ideal ‘cause we’re down Sakusa right now too, but—”
It bubbled out of him. “Keiji had another miscarriage.”
Atsumu froze, then his shoulders dropped. “D’you have ‘ta leave or…”
“It was last week. It’s why I was out sick.”
“Oh Bo, I’m so sorry.”
Bokuto nodded slowly. “Thank you.”
Atsumu fidgeted uncomfortably. He’d known about Akaashi’s first miscarriage and that they were trying to have a baby. Sakusa knew too. Also, Iwa, Oikawa, Motoya, and Kita. That was it though because they wanted to keep it quiet.
Bokuto found people never knew what to say, and honestly, he didn’t know either. So, with a breath, he got back to his feet and gave Atsumu a grin. “We have a game to go play.”
“If you need ‘ta take a second, I’m sure Coach wouldn’t mind.”
“No.” Bokuto stretched his arms over his head. “It’ll feel good to play. Get my mind off things for a bit.”
“Yeah, ‘course.”
Still, as he walked past Atsumu back into the room, the stands full of eager spectators now, he could feel Atsumu’s pitying look on his back.
After turning down victory drinks with the team, Bokuto got home after dark. The game had gone to five long sets and afterwards, he wanted to be with Akaashi.
He kicked his shoes off in the entranceway. “I’m back.”
“There are leftovers in the fridge.”
Bokuto reheated the dinner left for him and then joined Akaashi in the living room. He had his legs stretched out on the coffee table and his laptop out while he typed away. The screen reflected in his glasses.
Bokuto gave a mock gasp. “Working while you're on stress leave?”
Akaashi gave him a conspiratorial smile. “Don’t tell Dr. Yuna.”
“Never.” Bokuto dropped down next to Akaashi, balancing his plate.
“It was only a few pages.” Akaashi yawned and set his laptop aside. “Tenma needed them to get this issue out on time.”
“They didn’t have anyone to cover?”
“They did, but I felt bad, so I said I’d get it done. How was your game?”
Despite the fact Akaashi had watched the entire thing, Bokuto launched into an enthusiastic play by play while he finished eating. When he was done, he set his empty plate aside. “We had a bad season last year, so it felt good to win,” he concluded.
“Your next game is in Tokyo, right?”
“Yeah, this Saturday.”
“What if we head up early? Before the rest of your team?”
Bokuto tilted his head. “Why?”
“We could visit your sisters. Stay with my parents. Get away from everything.”
It wasn’t the worst idea. A break from everything and a chance to see family might be what they both needed. “I have practice Thursday morning, but we could leave after that and spend Friday and Saturday up there. Sunday morning too. How’s that sound?”
The soft smile that spread on Akaashi’s face was everything. The first genuinely happy one Bokuto had seen from him since the miscarriage. Maybe this was all Akaashi needed, a few days to feel like himself and not think about anything to do with babies or needles or hormones. Even Bokuto could admit, as eager as he was to start trying again, it would do them some good.
Akaashi kissed Bokuto softly. “Sounds perfect.” Then, he reached for his phone. “We should let Dr. Yuna know how I’m doing so she can clear me for travel.”
“Good idea.”
Akaashi put it on speaker and Dr. Yuna picked up on the first ring. “Akaashi-san, how are you feeling?”
“Hello, Dr. Yuna. Sorry to call so late." Akaashi met Bokuto’s eyes. “I wanted to let you know I stopped bleeding a day or so ago. I’m still a little sore and tired, but improving.”
“That’s a relief to hear.”
“We wanted to see if it’s safe for me to travel. We want to go up to Tokyo.”
“There aren’t any restrictions on traveling if you’re feeling well enough for it.”
“Great.”
“Though, I do have an update for you, now that you’re feeling better.”
The smile Bokuto had been so pleased to see on Akaashi’s face flickered. “Okay.”
“As per their guidelines I had to report the miscarriage to the Medical Ethics Board and they chose to come visit my clinic today in person. I have to keep them updated to continue my research.” She did not sound happy about this, but Bokuto and Akaashi knew that was a condition of the court. “They’re expecting an additional report by next month, so as soon as you are medically able, we need to get started with the treatments again. I'm working long hours to get the treatment modified before the weekend, but Akaashi,” she paused, “the board is considering having me to work with another couple if we don’t get started soon.”
And, in that second, the way Akaashi’s body tensed with panic, Bokuto knew he wanted to do this even if he had tried to put some temporary distance between himself and the treatment. Even as he questioned everything they were doing, ultimately, he did want this.
“We’ll be there Wednesday morning,” Akaashi told her.
Notes:
I know this chapter was a little context heavy! Sorry!
Chapter 4: Week 0
Chapter Text
Akaashi
“There isn’t any reason to postpone your trip,” Dr. Yuna said. They were following her through the fertility clinic to her office. “As long as you stick to the treatment schedule and you’re feeling well enough, there’s no reason not to go about life as usual.”
These walls had become familiar. Their clinical white putting Akaashi on edge the moment he saw them and the smell of disinfectant always lingered in his nose for hours afterwards. He was sick of clinics and medications.
She let them into a small office and they got settled in the chairs.
“My research team has been pulling long hours,” she explained. “After the Ethics Board visited, we prioritized analyzing the data and modifying the treatment. I assure you it’s gone through all safety measures. Even if there were no Medical Ethics Board I would have run the tests to ensure it was safe for you to undergo.”
Akaashi believed her. Despite her being the one who kept filling him with medications and taking his bloodwork and checking in with him, he trusted her fully. She was meticulous with everything she did.
Bokuto scooted his chair closer to Akaashi. “So, the treatments ready?”
“Yes.”
Akaashi twitched a little. Neither of them noticed. “What’s changed?”
“Our team has reason to believe the inability to carry to term is being caused by an imbalance in your Alpha hormone. The first stage of the treatment has been traditionally to prescribe you rut suppressants in order to allow the Omega hormones to dominate in your system. We think by stopping your regular Alpha bodily functions your body is under the impression you’re in distress and unable to produce the correct nutrients for your biology and putting you into a sustained flight or fight mode, therefore your body thinks its inhospitable for producing life. It’s likely seeing the lack of proper Alpha bodily function as a sign that you’re not in a safe and healthy place to be raising a child.”
Akaashi heart stilled for a second. Maybe it was the rut suppressants like she was suggesting, but by Dr. Yuna’s explanation, it was just as likely his body was the problem. If there was something else wrong with him, something else broken, maybe his body was at fault.
Maybe it’s my fault.
Dr. Yuna adjusted her glasses. “We’ve seen this happen in some women and Omegas before. For example, when an individual is malnourished, conceiving can become more difficult for them. It’s possible to conceive, but much harder. It also runs a higher chance of miscarriage as well. Since you’re an Alpha your body might be under the impression that you’re unwell and might be preventing you from carrying to term.” She twisted to Bokuto. “The health of the sperm can also be a potential factor. I’d like to collect a semen sample from you.”
“Done,” Bokuto said.
She typed into her computer. “We’ll have you do it before you leave today.”
Bokuto leaned forwards to give Akaashi a sly look and wiggled his eyebrows, which got Akaashi to smile. “Have fun.”
Bokuto winked at him.
Akaashi turned back to the doctor. “How have you modified the treatment?”
She finished typing and returned her attention to them. “We’ve removed the rut suppressants from the treatment as we want to keep your Alpha hormones functioning so your body believes your fit to have a child.”
Akaashi’s brows pulled together. “Last time we didn’t use the rut suppressant my Alpha hormones thought I was an Omega and tried to keep me away from Bokuto,” Akaashi said. It hadn’t been a fun time for either of them. Akaashi had become territorial over himself, distancing himself from Bokuto as if he was another Alpha Akaashi needed to be wary of. It had been confusing and embarrassing and not particularly great for having sex.
“We took that into consideration.” Here, she nearly smiled. “We were successful at introducing a low dosage of synthetic Alpha hormones to synthetic Omega hormones in our lab so the hormones recognize each other as part of the same system. One of my assistants suggested it after researching how intersex individuals don’t react as though they are both an Alpha and Omega, but instead the hormones recognize they’re part of the same person. It’s an injectable medication you’ll take alongside the fertility treatment, so as your natural Omega hormone levels increase, your Alpha hormones won’t see them as part of a different person. The simplest explanation is to think of it as us training your hormones to behave in the way we want which is to see themselves as part of the same person instead of as two people.”
“And this will work?” Akaashi asked skeptically.
“It should. This is an experimental clinical trial, but I’m confident in it.” She did smile this time. “I also suspect you’ll feel more like yourself with your Alpha hormones remaining at a naturally occurring level. You’ll still experience some side-effects from the elevated Omega hormones, but it will better.”
It felt like being tossed a lifeline. Akaashi was still fighting against the waves, but feeling more confident in the dark waters. “That sounds good.”
“The dosage will be quite low so you shouldn’t have any dramatic spikes except in the natural Omega hormones we’re elevating. It’s similar to the way a vaccine is a small dosage of a virus to help the body build immunity against it so when more of the virus is encountered the body knows how to defend itself from getting sick. We’re going to teach your body to not react to the Alpha and Omega hormones as separate entities, but rather accept that they are both part of you at elevated levels.”
“This means no rut suppressants this time?” Bokuto blurted.
“Correct.”
That had not been easy for Bokuto the first time. Akaashi had been on suppressants, completely uninterested in sex, while Bokuto had been in rut. He’d mostly spent his rut alone which he’d complained he hadn’t done since they started dating. He hadn’t complained in an effort to get Akaashi to sleep with him, Bokuto had just needed to complain and mope and vent, and Akaashi had listened attentively while being fully dressed.
“It also means there’s no reason to delay treatments.” She turned back to her computer and began typing. “I’m going to fill out the prescriptions for our onsite pharmacist. I want to see you once a week for bloodwork and hormone testing for the first eight weeks. I’d also like to have you under observation for a night after you take the first dosage since we’re introducing a new medication into your system alongside the fertility drug. When is your trip?”
“We were hoping to leave tomorrow.” Akaashi shared a look with Bokuto. “We could stay tonight? Then, leave Friday morning instead?”
Bokuto nodded. “Works for me.”
“That works for me as well,” Dr. Yuna said. “We’ll have a nurse and researcher here overnight for observation. I’ll have my phone on as well. If you want to go home first and pack an overnight bag, it will take about an hour to prepare the prescriptions.” She paused to look directly at Akaashi. “If you’re still sure you want to continue.”
That he did know. “We’re sure.”
Bokuto reached over and squeezed Akaashi’s hand.
When they got home, Bokuto put the car in park, but didn’t immediately get out, so Akaashi didn’t either. Bokuto twisted to face him. “I can hear you overthinking.”
Akaashi sunk down in his seat. “It’s hard not too.”
“Let me hear it.”
“What if this doesn’t work? What if this is my fault?”
“Baby,” Bokuto said softly, reaching across to hold Akaashi’s hand. “You heard the doctor. The miscarriages are likely caused by the way the treatment was designed. We’re the first to ever try this, so there’s going to be some figuring it out.”
Akaashi rubbed his eyes, feeling bad. “Sorry. It’s probably my hormones making me emotional.”
“Doesn’t mean how you feel doesn’t matter.”
“I just haven’t been myself in…in awhile.”
He used to be more collected. Better able to calm himself and observe things from a rational standpoint, but these drugs they filled him with and his chaotic hormones had turned his once overthinking into an endless loop of thoughts that followed him wherever he went. No reprieve from them. He missed who he used to be. Missed the person he was before.
He didn’t want to tell Bokuto though. He couldn’t ruin this for them.
I can’t let him down.
Besides, the new formula should help him feel more himself. Dr. Yuna had said so.
“Keiji.” Bokuto sounded nervous. “Do you still want a baby?”
“So much.” He knew that one thing. When he pictured their future, there was them and their baby in their house full of love and warmth. The image, however, was blurred and felt out of reach, but he wanted to make it clear. “I do, Bo. Really.” That didn’t make the rest of this any easier though. “This has just been hard.”
“Anything I can do to make it easier?”
Akaashi tipped his face to Bokuto. “You’re doing everything I could ask for.”
“I wish there was more.”
Akaashi did too.
“The first medication you’ll administer is the Omega and Alpha hormone combo medication,” the nurse explained. On a stainless-steel tray in their room were two vials of medication, sanitizing wipes, and two needles. “Then, you’ll administer the fertility treatment, okay?”
“Okay,” Akaashi said, already familiar with the second one.
The fertility medication worked by binding his Omega hormones – which existed in every Alpha, though in a far lower amount than it did in an Omega – to what were traditionally called the love hormones of oxytocin, vasopressin, dopamine, serotonin, and norepinephrine. A surge in the love hormones would then inevitably cause a surge in Omega hormones because they were attached. This indicated to his body that he could get pregnant once sperm entered his system. Dr. Yuna had explained this to them at their first appointment and sent them home with pamphlets that he’d stayed up reviewing all night long. The bonding effect of the hormones was temporary and they separated again after roughly three months of not taking the medication. Of course, it hadn’t been three months since his second time going through this, so he still didn’t feel like himself.
Not having to take the rut suppressants as a first step was new, but oddly a comfort for him. Maybe this time the treatments wouldn’t be so bad. His body didn’t react kindly to the surge in Omega hormones. It made him more emotional and more anxious. Without his rut hormones being suppressed, maybe this would be easier.
“Did you want to administer it yourself?” the nurse asked.
Akaashi reached for the hand sanitizer first. “I know how.”
By now, Akaashi was a pro at giving himself a needle. Uncap the vial, push the air out of the syringe, fill the syringe with medication, stick the needle in his thigh, and push the plunger. It took all of three minutes to get both medications into his system.
The nurse watched carefully to make sure he did it correctly and then stayed with them for the first fifteen minutes afterwards to make sure he didn’t have an allergic reaction to the new medication. When he was still fine minutes later, she smiled. “That went well. Are you ready for the monitoring equipment?”
Akaashi glanced around their room. White clinical walls and while linoleum floor and white plain bedsheets on the double bed they sat on. On the left side of the bed, his side, there were machines to monitor his heart and his lungs. Mostly for data collection within the first twenty-four hours to see how his body reacted to the medication for Dr. Yuna's research, but also to make sure nothing bad happened to him overnight. They’d already taken bloodwork and a urine test before he administered the needles and they would do the same tests again in the morning.
It was getting difficult not to see himself as some sort of experiment.
Which he was, but it still felt surreal.
“I’d like to shower first,” Akaashi said.
She nodded. “I’ll be back in an hour then?”
“Okay.” Then, she left.
Bokuto fidgeted on the bed. “How do you feel?”
Akaashi shrugged. “Nothing, really.” The look Bokuto sent him had Akaashi quickly clarifying. “Not in a bad way. We’ve done this part before, it feels routine. Normal.”
Maybe that was the problem, this part had become too normal.
“I’m going to go shower,” Akaashi said before his thoughts could get the better of him.
He gathered up his things, but didn’t strip until he was in the bathroom. There weren’t any cameras in here, only in the observation room to keep an eye on Akaashi overnight, so he was mindful to change in here.
The hot water felt good on his sore body, not from the needles but the tension that held his muscles tight through most of the day. They started to relax when he saw the door to the bathroom crack open and Bokuto peering in.
Through the watery stream on the shower glass and without his contacts, Akaashi couldn’t see Bokuto clearly, but he knew the question Bokuto was asking by lingering there, and so, he nodded.
Within seconds, Bokuto joined him in the hot stream of water and reached for the soap.
Bokuto was gentle, particularly careful around the places Akaashi had been stuck with needles though the bruising was minimal. His touch was soft as he washed Akaashi, moving his hands over Akaashi’s hips and abdomen where no trace of the pregnancy remained. He had lost the baby too early in his pregnancy for him to show, so there was no stretch marks or loose skin, left without even a mark of what they had been through. As though it had never happened.
Akaashi made it through the night without incident, though he didn’t get much sleep with the devices stuck to his chest and his forearm that had been monitoring him. A quiet, but not quiet enough, beep sounding every half hour from one machine.
Bokuto had slept through it all. The bastard.
Well, he could drive them all the way to Tokyo tomorrow while Akaashi slept.
“Things looked good overnight,” Dr. Yuna said. “No adverse reactions, but if you experience any unusual side-effects over the next few weeks, give me a call. I’d like to include them in my report to the Ethics Board so they don’t shut the clinical trial down from medical fraud or negligence. The more detailed, the better.”
Akaashi nodded while the nurse pulled the electrodes from his chest and wiped off the gel left behind. It felt good to have them off. “We’ll keep you updated.”
“I’d like to see you in a week to do more lab work.”
Akaashi grimaced, but nodded.
“Everything appears to be progressing as expected,” she said. “There’s been a small increase in your Omega hormones already, but your Alpha hormones appear to be behaving normally. No feelings of isolating or being territorial over yourself?”
“No.” The opposite in fact. Akaashi wanted to cozy up to Bokuto, which was likely the Omega hormones at work, and he felt territorial over Bokuto, but the usual amount he expected to feel as an Alpha. “I feel pretty normal so far.”
“Then, I think you’re ready to be discharged.”
Next to Akaashi, Bokuto gave a sigh of relief. He still had to get to practice this morning and he didn’t want to leave Akaashi alone at the clinic. He couldn’t keep calling out sick and expect to stay on the starting lineup. “Awesome,” he said, nudging Akaashi lightly with his shoulder.
“While your best opportunity to conceive will be during the heat we’ll induce in a month,” Dr. Yuna said, while typing one last thing into Akaashi’s file, “you’re clear to start trying to conceive again immediately.”
And, so, here they went again.
Chapter Text
Akaashi
“An hour.”
“Two hours.”
Akaashi side-eyed Bokuto from the passenger seat, letting the silence do the work for him, and eventually Bokuto hunched over the steering wheel. “Hour and a half?”
“Fine.” Akaashi scribbled on the calendar on his lap. “If you win your game, you get an hour and a half out with the team. If you lose your game, you get an hour of consolatory drinks with them. Then, you come straight home so we can get started. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
“It’s only for a month.”
“Yeah, I know.” Bokuto straightened. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“When you work during the day and I have an evening game we barely see each other.”
Akaashi frowned, tapping his pen. “We’ll have to fit it in in the twenty minutes after I get home and before you leave.”
“I’ll be waiting for you with my dick hard.”
“Lovely,” Akaashi said flatly.
“I think it’s romantic. I’ll even put a cock ring on, make it pretty for you.”
Akaashi snorted. “Don’t do that. We need you to come quickly.”
“Well, I’m sure I can manage that. Ring or not.”
They were scheduling sex.
It didn’t make sex the most fun to schedule it at this frequency, nearly everyday if they could manage it around their schedules, but they needed to be having sex. A lot of it. Traces of Alpha sperm could exist inside someone for up to a month, so the more that was inside Akaashi before his medically induced heat, the better their chances and Akaashi didn't like leaving it up to chance.
It was inescapable. The pressure.
Akaashi had thought coming out to Tokyo to visit his parents, who didn’t know they were trying to have a baby in this way, would take his mind off things. That getting out of Osaka would give him some breathing room. Instead, dinner had been a sharp reminder.
His mother had been setting the table. “I don’t understand.”
No, she wouldn’t understand. His parents were both Betas and straight. While it was unusual for two Betas to have an Alpha child, it wasn’t unheard of. Some dormant gene passed down through one of them most likely. Akaashi folded his hands in his lap. “It’s because we’re both Alphas.”
“That shouldn’t matter. Finding a surrogate shouldn’t be this difficult,” she sounded frustrated on his behalf. “You’d be excellent parents.”
“We think so too,” Akaashi said quietly.
His mother had paused before coming around the table to hug him.
Akaashi was their only kid. Their only chance at grandkids. They’d never been pushy about grandkids until Akaashi had told them Bokuto and him wanted kids. After that, they’d been excited, asking probably too many questions about how they’d manage that, adoption or surrogacy, but their curiosity had come from a place of wanting Akaashi to be happy.
The conversation had carried into dinner, leaving an uneasiness in Akaashi’s chest that followed him into the night so sleep couldn’t find him. He rolled onto his side to watch Bokuto sleep for a second. He’d be such a good dad. Playful and fun. Loving and warm. And Akaashi kept failing him. If he’d married an Omega, he’d already…
Akaashi winced against the thought, but it wasn’t easy to let it go. Not while lying here in the dark with nothing else to think about, so he got out of bed for the ensuite bathroom to take a shower.
The heat of the water helped to clear his head and to set aside thoughts he didn’t want. He stilled when the shower curtains pulled back and felt the cool air as Bokuto stepped into the shower with him. “Hi, love. Not able to sleep?”
Akaashi sighed. “No.”
Bokuto lightly pressed his body against Akaashi’s. The thick swell of his pecs pushed into Akaashi’s back in a question, and when Akaashi pressed his ass back, grinding against Bokuto’s crotch, the question was answered.
Bokuto slid his still flaccid cock between Akaashi’s ass cheeks and started to grind between them. It wasn’t long before he was hard. When he pulled away, replacing where his cock had been with lubed fingers that prodded at Akaashi’s hole, Akaashi braced himself with his elbows against the shower wall, willing and expectant.
Bokuto was a gentle and generous lover, at least he was now that they’d been together for years. Impatience used to, and sometimes still did, get the better of him, but not tonight. Tonight, he took his time opening Akaashi up and kissing along Akaashi’s shoulders and nipping at his ear until he was ready. “I’m good, Kou.”
Bokuto enveloped Akaashi’s body with his own, his broader chest covering Akaashi’s wet back. Bokuto sprawled his large hand onto Akaashi’s abdomen and pushed him backwards onto his cock. Akaashi’s back arched as Bokuto’s thick girth opened him further. Akaashi gritted his teeth, brow falling against the wall as he adjusted to the size of him.
Pleasure coiled tight inside Akaashi and he jolted when Bokuto’s other hand came down to stroke his hard cock. Precum dripped from his tip and Bokuto rolled his thumb over it, swirling around Akaashi’s swollen head.
A moan bubbled out of Akaashi, but Bokuto’s hand that had been on his abdomen moved to loosely fall over his mouth to muffle it. His breath was hot on the shell of Akaashi’s ear. “Quiet, baby, or your parents will hear.”
That was the last thing Akaashi wanted. Heat rose over his skin like the steam around them as he flushed hard and pressed his mouth further against Bokuto’s hand to keep the obscene sounds he made contained. They still spilled out, muffled and hot, but quiet.
When Bokuto came, he buried his face into Akaashi’s shoulder to quiet his own groans of pleasure. Bokuto’s cock throbbed deep inside him, spilling hot and filling him up, and while Bokuto shuddered through it behind him, Akaashi gasped when his own orgasm hit him. His eyes squeezed shut as his breath caught and he came undone, tension finally giving way.
Since Akaashi was in the city for their game he attended and after the Jackals won, he went out for drinks with them. When it started to get late, he tried to catch Bokuto's eye in the booth they were wedged into. They needed to get back to the hotel to fuck. Fortunately, the team budget covered their stay for one night in Tokyo so they could stop fucking like two teenagers trying to sneak around his parents’ place. He finally managed to catch Bokuto’s eye and Bokuto gave a nod. “Keiji and I are going to head out.”
“What?” Atsumu said from across the booth. “It’s still early. Why are you leavin'…oh.” He looked between Bokuto and Akaashi and a shit-eating grin spread over his face. “Say no more you horny bastards. Have an amazin’ time.”
Some days Akaashi wondered about the sanity of Bokuto’s teammates. Tonight, he offered up a small, sly smile. “Thank you, Miya. We will.”
Atsumu gave a laugh and took a sip of his drink.
“I have to go too,” Hinata said, looking at his phone.
“We’re heading back to the hotel,” Akaashi offered. “If you want to split a cab.”
“I…” Hinata stared at Akaashi and then cleared his throat. “No, that’s okay.”
“There isn’t any point taking separate cabs.”
“I’m not…” Hinata’s face flushed red. “I’m not going back to the hotel.”
They were in Tokyo. They had played against the Adlers earlier tonight. Akaashi put two and two together, Bokuto, however, did not. He tilted his head. “Where are you going, Shoyo?”
Hinata glanced away. “Uh, don’t worry about it.”
“It’s dark out though. We can have the cab drop you where you need to go.”
“Bo,” Atsumu said, tipping his beer at him. “He’s gonna go fuck Kageyama.”
Hinata’s neck snapped around to Atsumu. “Not so loud.”
“Shit right,” Atsumu said. “Sorry. Still a secret. I forgot.”
With the obvious stated, Bokuto dropped the matter and flung an arm over Akaashi’s shoulders. “Oh, well I hope you have fun too. Let’s go, Keiji.”
Akaashi stared at the tabletop for a second, wondering how this team was so open about sex to this degree. Not a single one of them batting an eye and instead wishing each other a fun time.
Atsumu grabbed Sakusa’s hand. “C’mon, Omi.”
“Where?”
“Everyone else is gettin’ laid tonight I wanna get fucked too.”
Sakusa rolled his eyes, but did not hesitate to get out of the booth.
Bokuto held Akaashi’s hands above his head that night. One hand holding both his wrists to the mattress while he rocked his hips into Akaashi.
It was undeniably hot. Sexy.
Akaashi’s back arched as Bokuto’s cock dragged over his prostate. “Kou…”
“Feels good?”
“Mhm.”
Bokuto’s mouth found his in a messy, breathy kiss, no precision to it but gentle all the same, not taking but giving as their lips met and his tongue pushed inside. When his breathing caught and he stilled, Akaashi clenched around him, sending him over the edge and Bokuto groaned as he came. His lips fell away to Akaashi’s collarbone, pressing an open-mouth kiss there.
When he was done, he was breathing hard and looked bewildered. “That was so good.”
“I’m so happy for you,” Akaashi said calmly.
Bokuto looked down at him. “You still hard, baby?”
“Yes.”
And Bokuto, being the man he was, lowered between Akaashi’s legs to suck him off because while Akaashi didn’t need to orgasm to get pregnant, it had always been important to Bokuto that Akaashi feel good too.
His hands freed now, Akaashi grabbed fistfuls of Bokuto’s soft hair, and moaned as loud as he wanted while Bokuto took him down his throat and Akaashi inevitably came. Thighs shaking and breath catching as Bokuto swallowed his cum down.
“Sorry, sorry,” Akaashi said frantically as he burst through the front door of their house a week later already stripping off his pants. “The work meeting ran late and—”
“Explain later.” Bokuto stood naked in the hallway, cock already hard and shiny with lube where he’d worked himself up. “Fuck now. I’m late for my game.”
“Okay.”
Bokuto came over and helped Akaashi shrug off his pants. With Akaashi’s shirt and socks still on, Bokuto spun him around so he was facing the wall. He plucked the anal plug Akaashi had put inside his ass about an hour before work ended so he’d be ready when he got home. They didn't have time to open him up at home.
Bokuto grabbed Akaashi’s hips and buried himself inside. Akaashi gritted his teeth, but a small sound escaped and Bokuto stilled. “You okay?”
“Just fuck me, Bo.”
Bokuto made small circles with his thumbs on Akaashi’s hips. “Take a second, Keiji.”
Akaashi leaned into the wall, breathing deeply to try and relax his muscles, and after about a minute when the burn turned pleasurable, he gave Bokuto a thumb’s up. Bokuto started to thrust slowly, gauging if Akaashi was really ready, before increasing his speed.
It didn’t take him long to come since he’d already worked himself up beforehand.
Akaashi turned around when he was done, boxed in by Bokuto’s arms on the wall behind him. “Okay, you have to go.”
Bokuto looked down at Akaashi’s erection. “Keiji, you didn’t get to—”
“It’s fine,” Akaashi said. “I’ll take care of myself.”
“But I—”
“You have to get going.”
“It isn’t fair that I got to—”
Akaashi searched the ground and saw Bokuto’s gym bag. Completely naked and hard still, he picked it up and shoved it into Bokuto’s arms, quickly kissing his cheek. “Get dressed and go. I’m fine.”
“Okay, okay.” Bokuto kissed him again. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
And, so Akaashi finished on his own.
The thing about being told you have to have sex was that it was fun at the start.
But.
After awhile it became more like a chore.
Pants off. Dick hard. Hole open.
And orgasm.
For Bokuto, at least.
He finished shuddering through his latest orgasm and promptly rolled off of Akaashi to flop onto their bed, breathing hard.
Akaashi felt the wetness between his legs of cum and lube. He squeezed his ass to keep from spilling more of Bokuto's cum and then tipped his face towards Bokuto. “Do you think you have another one in you?”
Still catching his breath, Bokuto rolled his eyes towards Akaashi and gave him a wry look. “Just…” Bokuto stared up at the ceiling, “…give me a few minutes.”
“I can help? Blow you to get you hard?”
“Are you sure you can take more?”
Admittedly, Akaashi was a little sore, but nothing unmanageable. “Yeah.”
Bokuto nodded. “Ten minutes then.”
“Okay.” Akaashi wasn’t even hard this time. He didn’t need to be to get pregnant and while he could feel Bokuto's disappointment, Bokuto didn't try to force it.
Bokuto’s sweaty chest rose and fell with a deep breath. “This’ll be easier when they induce your heat. We’ll both be turned on without having to try.”
Akaashi stared at the ceiling, not saying a word.
After a month of perfectly timed sex and careful planning, Akaashi was given a medication to induce a heat which would be their best chance at conceiving. Buried in a nest of blankets and pillows, Akaashi was facedown in the mattress with Bokuto behind him.
Akaashi didn’t want him to stop. “Deeper, Bo.”
Bokuto gripped his hips, pulling them up so Akaashi’s knees were beneath him to readjust the angle, and Akaashi shuddered as Bokuto reached where Akaashi needed him to reach. A soft, pleased growl rumbled out of Bokuto, this position better for him too if the way he rocked into Akaashi was anything to go by.
No, Akaashi didn’t want him to stop if it meant relief from the relentlessness of his current heat. His body was lit like a flame, every touch of the sheets or Bokuto’s skin like a wildfire raging against his sensitive body. This mind that had graduated university had turned into a blurry mess unable to think about much else than the way Bokuto’s cock was splitting him in half.
“More,” Akaashi mumbled. “More.” He knew Bokuto had no more to give, his full size familiar inside Akaashi, but as he drew out, Akaashi felt the first swell of his knot against the rim of his ass. “Yes,” he drew out slowly on a breath.
“You sound so pretty, Keiji.”
Akaashi gave a sloppy nod. “Need your knot.”
“You’ll get it baby.”
Bokuto rolled his hips, dragging against Akaashi’s prostate, and coiling the need Akaashi felt even tighter. Akaashi pushed back against him, needing him, needing to be owned, needing this heat to subside so he could be comfortable. Bokuto’s hands dropped beneath him, one stroking Akaashi’s cock and nearly sending him over the edge while the other hand found the mate mark bitten into Akaashi’s hipbone.
Bokuto’s grip turned rough when he found the mark with a near bruising pressure, but Akaashi didn’t tell him to stop, didn’t wonder where his usual gentle and giving nature had gone because Akaashi needed. So, Bokuto took what was his, grabbing and taking desperately as he got closer to his finish.
Akaashi felt the moment Bokuto tried to hold back his orgasm, the stutter in his hips as he tried to make it last, but it was inevitable and he slammed into Akaashi, reaching deep again in the way Akaashi needed as Bokuto came, filling him with warmth.
Akaashi felt the pressure and resistance of his ass when Bokuto’s knot finally caught inside him. His knot pressed hard against Akaashi’s prostate, and the tension inside him coiled one tick more before Akaashi came on the sheets beneath him. He withered on the bed, muscles convulsing and cock throbbing with the release he needed.
Bokuto was gentler after they’d both come, leaving kisses over Akaashi’s shoulders and massaging his muscles while they waited for the knot to come down. When it did minutes later, Bokuto carefully turned Akaashi onto his back and for a second, there was a softness in Bokuto's eyes, a care Akaashi was familiar with no matter how horny Bokuto was.
But in a second it was gone, replaced with an unfamiliar lust. A greedy lust. Bokuto's eyes scraped Akaashi’s bare chest and hips and body with an eager, nearly asshole-like grin on his face. The edge of a canine tooth sticking out below his lip.
Akaashi’s stomach curled unpleasantly. He didn’t like having a heat. Not for the way it affected him, but for the way his heat affected Bokuto.
Bokuto looked like an addict in need of his next fix.
And, Akaashi was his drug of choice. Not because of who he was, but rather because of what he was right now which was more like an Omega in heat than the Alpha he actually was. During the three heats Akaashi had had with each attempt at getting pregnant, Bokuto looked at Akaashi the way someone looked at an object to be used instead of a person to be enjoyed. Never had Bokuto looked at Akaashi like this during either of their ruts. Even during rough sex, love had been there, and now all Akaashi could see was lust and a high Bokuto couldn’t get otherwise. A high he couldn't get without a heat to enjoy.
So no, Akaashi didn’t want him to stop because it felt better to have sex than to not have it while he was in heat and he knew deep beneath the crazed look in his eye, the Bokuto who loved him was there, but he couldn’t help feeling like he hadn't given Bokuto everything he needed. An Omega could have given him heats that he clearly so enjoyed. If he’d slept with an Omega first, maybe he never would have considered dating Akaashi. Bokuto and Akaashi had never slept with other people, which meant despite Bokuto being bisexual, before Akaashi’s heats he’d never spent a heat with an Omega before. An Omega could have given him a baby too.
But Akaashi was too afraid to bring up his thoughts, so he kept them inside and dealt with them.
Three more days of this heat.
Only three more.
Two weeks later, they were together in the bathroom after Akaashi took a pregnancy test. Ten long minutes of waiting later, he picked up the stick to see the results.
Akaashi’s own voice felt muffled in his ears. “It’s negative.”
“It’s…what?” Bokuto said.
“Negative.”
Numb washed through Akaashi like a wave crashing against the shore. From the tips of his fingers down to his toes, he no longer felt like he was inside his own body. His mind pulled to a screeching, unthinking stop before all his thoughts crowded in, each looking for attention first.
They’d have to do it again.
The needles.
The hormones.
The sex.
The heat.
“Keiji,” Bokuto started in that soft voice of his. “We can try—”
“What if it’s me, Kou?” Akaashi grabbed at his forearm. “What if it’s…this fucking body I have? What if I can’t give us a baby?”
“No, love, it isn’t—”
“It has to be me.” Akaashi scratched at his skin until it burned. “My fault. There's something wrong with me.”
“Getting pregnant isn’t always easy.”
“It shouldn’t be this hard!” Akaashi snapped.
Bokuto froze where he stood.
This room was suddenly too warm and too small. Akaashi felt like it was caging him in. “I keep letting you down,” Akaashi spat out quicker than he could think. “I’m letting my parents down. I’m letting myself down all because I can’t…this body…it can’t carry a baby. It can't even get pregnant. This is my fault.”
Bokuto kept hovering, looking unsure if he should approach or not.
“We’ve lost three babies, Bo. Three. Two of them my fault. And, the doctors are just going to keep trying. They’ll fill me up with hormones only for us to start back at the beginning again like the other babies never mattered or never existed, but Kou…” Akaashi’s voice turned raspy, “I carried those babies even if the time with them was short. I thought it was going to happen for us. I felt so hopeful.” Late at night when he had been pregnant, he’d stand in front of the mirror with his hand over his abdomen, whispering to a soon-to-be ghost that would haunt them. “I can’t do this again.”
The words rushed out like a relief and then immediately crumbled around them as Akaashi’s honesty hit the cold tiled room. A rough lump shoved into the back of Akaashi’s throat and tears flooded his eyes. “I can’t…” His voice cracked. “Can’t do this again.”
Bokuto looked scared, but not for himself, for Akaashi. “Keiji...what can I-”
“I’m sorry.” The tears fell faster than he could wipe them away. He inhaled, trying to calm down because this wasn’t him. This mess of a person wasn’t him. “I’m so sorry. Let me…I just need a break, Kou.” He was ruining everything. Letting Bokuto down. “Then, we can…try…” That last word came whispered. “I don’t want another heat though. The way you look at me…”
It was all too much.
Bokuto took half a step forward and when Akaashi didn’t pull back, Bokuto drew close. He gently wrapped his arms around Akaashi like he was some delicate, breakable thing, but it was already too late, Akaashi was already in pieces and once Bokuto was holding him, Akaashi gave out. They sunk to the bathroom floor where Akaashi cried.
“Okay, no more Keiji.” Bokuto kissed the side of his head. “I care about you more than the possibility of a baby, so no more. We can be done trying.”
Akaashi shook in his arms. “But you still want a baby.”
Bokuto was quiet for a long second. “Do you want one?”
“Yes,” Akaashi whispered.
“Then, let me do it, Keiji.” Bokuto spoke into Akaashi’s hair. “I’ll carry our baby.”
Notes:
Okay I know this isn't my typical writing style, just real fast paced in terms of timeline, but I didn't want to repeat the treatment in too much detail with Akaashi and then again with Bokuto so...sorry it's a bit different than my usual writing!
Also there are just not enough pregnant sports bro Bokuto, so I'm excited 😊
Anyway, I'm very excited to see Akaashi - hopefully - start to feel better mentally :)
Chapter 6: Week 0
Notes:
I am absolutely delighted by how many of you are concerned for Kuroo's sanity dealing with this as the PR guy lmao
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Akaashi
The room was silent as the technician did the ultrasound.
A piece of Akaashi, however futile, was still hopeful. He stared at that crack on the ceiling again until they were done and then he sat upright and wiped the gel from his abdomen.
Dr. Yuna waited until the technician left before delivering the news. “There’s no pregnancy. No embryo.”
While Akaashi had known it was coming, it felt like a blow. “I thought so.”
“Since this wasn’t a miscarriage, we can start treatment again immediately.”
Akaashi met Bokuto’s eyes. “About that…”
They’d been up most of the night talking through the details.
Akaashi didn’t think he’d slept at all even after Bokuto had fallen asleep, and now through tired eyes, he watched Bokuto lean over Dr. Yuna’s desk and fill out the necessary paperwork. Consent forms and health forms and the form about understanding the risks such as miscarriage, blood loss, migraines, vomiting, and more. The list of possible side-effects went on for pages since the drug was still considered experimental.
Each rustle when Bokuto turned a page, turned Akaashi’s stomach.
He hadn’t been able to carry their baby, so now he was inflicting it on Bokuto.
They spent the first night in the clinical observation room.
Once the two medications had been administered by the nurse and the machines to monitor Bokuto overnight were attached to him, he fell asleep pretty quickly. Akaashi was left with the constant, quiet beeping of the machines and the shadows over Bokuto’s bare chest.
Akaashi trailed a careful finger down one of the lines from a machine that attached an electrode to Bokuto, not enough to tug at it, only enough to feel it. A bruise had started to form on the soft underside of Bokuto’s elbow where they’d taken bloodwork from him. Another machine around his chest monitored his breathing.
Akaashi’s finger trembled so he pulled it away. “I'm sorry,” he whispered.
The worst Bokuto complained about the next day was a headache, which Dr. Yuna told them to keep an eye on and call her if it got severe, but was likely due to the hormone changes in his brain and wasn't cause for alarm.
Since that was the worst of it, Bokuto was discharged and they went home.
Home felt different, walking through the door unmedicated and without the looming knowledge he’d need to go through it again. Instead, relief came with a heavy dose of guilt for forcing Bokuto into the position instead.
Akaashi was unpacking their overnight bags when he heard a clatter from the bathroom.
“Do we have any Ibuprofen? My head still hurts.”
Akaashi joined him in the bathroom and Bokuto moved aside for him to dig it out of the medicine cabinet. Sitting on the counter of their ensuite bathroom were the packaged needles and the first week of vials. The rest stored away. The sight of them made Akaashi tense, like he’d need to take them, and he had to look away. “Right here, Bo.”
“Thanks,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bathtub to take them. “Did you get headaches on this stuff?”
Akaashi leaned back against the sink. “Not really. Maybe a mild one the first day.”
“Annoying,” Bokuto said. “Though I guess it’ll effect everyone differently.”
“Yeah,” Akaashi said softly. A few ticks of silence spread between them. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do it.” He meant to sound calm and reasonable about this, but the words all came out in a hush. One that betrayed how he found himself guilty. “And, that you have to do it.”
“Keiji.” Bokuto stood up and wrapped his arms around Akaashi’s waist. “I don’t know how to convince you I want to do this and not only because you aren’t anymore. If it wasn’t for my job, I’d have offered in the first place, but we decided I should keep playing.”
“You love volleyball though.”
Bokuto shrugged. “I also love you and any potential babies we’ll have.”
Akaashi rested his brow on Bokuto’s chest.
“Right now,” Bokuto said, “you need some sleep. You’re exhausted.”
“You should rest. I should make dinner.”
“You went through a lot for us,” Bokuto reminded gently. “Now, you have to take care of your brain so we can do this again. I’ll even come nap with you and then we can order in.”
“You slept all night, Bo.”
“I can sleep some more.”
“Okay.”
If Bokuto fell asleep, Akaashi didn’t know because for once, he was asleep first.
Later that night, the house was quiet. Akaashi was curled into the corner of the couch reading a book while Bokuto showered. When the shower turned off, Akaashi did his best not to react, turning the page, but he didn’t see the words, fixated on the sounds coming from the bathroom.
After a few minutes, the bathroom door opened. “Keiji?”
“Yes?”
“Can you come here?”
Akaashi bookmarked his spot and met Bokuto in the bathroom. Hair still dripping wet, he stood at the counter, in one hand a vial and in the other a packaged sterilized needle. “The nurse made it look easy, but…um…” He bit his lip.
“Want me to do it?”
“Please.”
They shuffled around the space so Bokuto could sit on the edge of the tub and Akaashi could wash his hands before he moved through the familiar motions of getting the needle ready. The easy way he did it turned his stomach like he was about to administer it to himself again and he had to breath deep through his nose to steady himself because this was about Bokuto now.
He knelt by the tub, between Bokuto’s legs, and gave a nod.
“Okay.” Bokuto rolled up his shirt. “Let’s do this.”
“And, you’re sure?”
“Completely.”
No hesitation in his voice. Bokuto was really going to step away from his career for this family of theirs that they wanted. Akaashi pinched what fatty tissue he could find below Bokuto’s belly button – he was mostly muscle – and then pricked the skin with the needle. It felt like Akaashi was condemning Bokuto in some way.
Bokuto made a small noise of complaint, but relaxed once it was in.
Together, they watched the medication seep into his body and then Akaashi gave the second vial of medication near the first, but not in the exact same spot. He disposed of the needles in the sharps container Dr. Yuna had given them.
When he turned back around, his concern for putting Bokuto through this must have shown on his face because Bokuto tipped his head to the side and grabbed both of Akaashi’s hands in his. “Quit it, Keiji. I want to do this.” Bokuto smiled. “We’re going to have a baby.”
Such confidence, even after every loss.
Akaashi really wanted to believe him, but couldn't quite get there.
A week later, Akaashi got home to find Bokuto ripping apart their kitchen and rather than burst into immediate tears over the mess, Akaashi gave a tired sigh and joined him. “What are we doing?”
Bokuto spun around with a meat stick and a cookie shoved into his mouth. “’m ravin’.”
“Thanks," Akaashi replied drily. "That cleared up everything.”
Bokuto munched on the food and swallowed. “I have cravings.”
“Cravings?”
“Did you not?”
“No.”
They hadn’t had sex yet so there was no way Bokuto was pregnant. He grabbed a fistful of sour candies and shoved those into his mouth too. “I think it’s the hormones,” he spoke around a multi-coloured mush of spit and candy. “Need sugar. And meat.”
Akaashi grimaced. “I kiss that mouth.”
Bokuto puckered up his lips.
Akaashi shoved a hand in his face. “Absolutely not.”
“But we have to make a baby, Keiji.”
“Not like that, we don’t.” Akaashi walked out of the kitchen with Bokuto trailing along behind him with the distinct sound of a snack wrapper. “Technically we don’t need to kiss to have sex. We can accomplish the task without our mouths meeting.”
“But I like kisses,” Bokuto whined.
“Oh, I know."
Bokuto followed him into the bathroom where Akaashi took off his watch and loosened his tie with a relieved breath. “Do you think they'd fire me if I showed up in sweats and an oversized hoodie? It wouldn't be very late-stage capitalism of me,” Akaashi said, tossing it aside.
Bokuto tilted his head.
“What?” Akaashi asked.
“You seem…more like yourself.”
“Exhausted by the mere existence of life?”
“Yes. And, calmer.”
Akaashi turned, considering. “I think…I feel a bit more like myself.”
“These hormones were not kind to you.”
“It was them, but also just…everything. It was a lot, Bo.” Akaashi met his eyes. “If it ever starts to feel like too much or you feel off, tell me, okay? I’m so serious about this. I don’t want you to feel the way I did and deal with it alone.”
“I will. Promise.” Bokuto stepped closer. “As long as you tell me too.”
“I will.” It would take three months for his hormones to return to normal completely, so he anticipated having some days better than others, but already without the drugs directly being put in his system, he was noticing a difference. His emotions felt more regulated. “Promise.”
Bokuto leaned to kiss him, but Akaashi grabbed the mouthwash and shoved it into his chest first. “Did you know if you don’t have enough calcium to give a growing fetus, they’ll take it from your teeth and your teeth might fall out?”
Bokuto stared at him. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
“Hand me my toothbrush.”
Akaashi watched Bokuto brush his teeth three times. “Much better.”
“That mean I can kiss you now?”
“Maybe.”
“Akaashi.”
For the first time in awhile, Akaashi felt a small, genuine smile, pull at his lips.
It rained a couple nights later. A soft canopy of sound against the rooftop and the window of their bedroom. The easy, deep breaths of Bokuto next to him were steadying as always. Bokuto slept on his stomach, face practically buried into the pillow and sheets bunched messily along his waist with one leg sticking out the side. His arms were tucked under the pillow, broadening his wide shoulders with each easy breath he took like he truly believed everything would work out. His hair, after his shower and dried now, was soft and loose against his brow, giving him a boyish look that stirred Akaashi’s heart in a way it hadn’t in a while.
He reached over and brushed a strand aside. “Koutarou?”
Since sleep never took long to find Bokuto, he shifted beneath their heavy blankets to pull himself out from near unconsciousness. “Yeah, Keiji?”
Akaashi rolled onto his side and lightly trailed his fingers down the ridges of Bokuto’s spine, making him shiver. “Do you want to start trying?”
Sleep didn’t take Bokuto after that. He blinked a few times before his grogginess cleared and a grin spread over his face. When his eyes searched Akaashi’s, the grin softened some, finding a nervousness in Akaashi’s expression. “You’re sure?”
His eyes still on Bokuto’s spine, he nodded. “I’m sure.”
The bedsheets tugged towards Bokuto when he rolled over onto his back, pulling them from Akaashi, and they draped over Bokuto’s hips. Akaashi saw the uptick in Bokuto's heart beneath his pec, and Akaashi reached over, laying a hand there to feel the excited flutter of it. He smoothed his hand against the swell of muscle, massaging into it until the nipple beneath puckered.
Akaashi moved to take Bokuto’s nipple into his mouth.
“Hey, wait.” Bokuto caught Akaashi's chin before he could, and tugged him closer so Akaashi’s chest and hips were pulled flesh to the length of Bokuto’s side. Bokuto rolled onto his side as well, so they were face to face beneath the blanket, bodies pressed together. “Come here first.”
Their mouths met in the shadows, unhurried and exploring each other’s shape. Soft and full. Akaashi’s bottom lip met Bokuto’s top one, feeling the heat of their breaths spared between them.
With Bokuto’s hips pressed against him, Akaashi felt his cock twitch, starting to stiffen. He nudged Bokuto’s legs slightly open, hooking his own between them so their hips were pressed more fully against each other, and Bokuto’s breath caught before he returned to Akaashi’s mouth, a new sense of urgency in his pressure.
They moved against each other for awhile, grinding against hips and hands searching wherever they could. Bokuto’s arm wrapped around Akaashi while Akaashi’s hands slid over his chest, teasing and pulling at his nipples to get quiet sounds from him.
“Keiji,” Bokuto whispered, breathless and needy against his mouth.
Akaashi kissed him gently with unspoken understanding before opening his mouth into a hungrier kiss while his hands moved from Bokuto’s chest to his grey sweats. He cupped Bokuto through his clothes first, feeling the heavy weight of him and the unmistakable wet spot growing on the fabric, and squeezed gently.
Bokuto groaned, pushing desperately against Akaashi. “Please.”
“Me too, Bo.”
They unslotted their legs, so Akaashi could hook his fingers over Bokuto’s waistband and help him shimmy his sweats and his boxers off. Next, Bokuto helped Akaashi out of his and the clothes wound up somewhere in the steadily tangling sheets.
With Bokuto bare, Akaashi reached between them, touch light on his excited erection and trailing up and down his length, feeling the vein that snaked along the bottom and the more sensitive and swollen head until Bokuto closed his eyes, giving a full body shudder. A needy, quiet sound escaped him, and Akaashi studied the small flickers and twitches along his jaw and around his eyes. Watching what he could do to Bokuto, the way he could unravel this strong and powerful man with the simplest touch gave Akaashi a sort of high.
When the light touches became too much and not enough in equal measure, Bokuto drew back from Akaashi and opened his eyes. Their golden tinge were dazed, happy but dazed, and Akaashi knew better than to expect he looked anymore collected.
They shared a beat of quiet, and then Bokuto wrapped his arms around Akaashi and rolled Akaashi on top of him so Bokuto was on his back with Akaashi pulled tight to his chest. Then, Bokuto let his legs fall open on either side of Akaashi's hips.
An urge long unused overcame Akaashi. One telling him to take, to own, to get inside Bokuto right this second.
“Lube,” he managed to say in a rush because Bokuto wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to hurt him, but dormant Alpha instincts that he hadn’t felt while on the treatment were strong in their return and he wanted to be inside Bokuto. “Where is it, Bo?”
The smile Bokuto gave him, slammed right into his chest and Akaashi kissed him again, not getting an answer while he tried to devour him. Mouth rough and open against his, exploring Bokuto for a breathless minute. “Lube?” he said again when he could finally pull away.
“My end table,” Bokuto replied.
Akaashi stretched above him, and while he reached to open the drawer, Bokuto’s hands scaled his chest, having his own fun with Akaashi’s sensitive nipples, and making heat pool in his already needy cock. Bokuto licked between his pecs along his sternum and Akaashi’s head spun, but he finally found the lube, pumping some into his hand.
He kissed his way from Bokuto’s neck down his chest and his stomach, pausing briefly at his abdomen to kiss it more gently, fully understanding what they were trying to do here and the sacrifices Bokuto was making for them, before sinking lower and licking the underside of Bokuto’s cock.
Above him, Bokuto gave a low groan. “Keiji.”
A buzz swam through Akaashi’s head at his name, and while licking and toying with Bokuto’s length, he started to work him open. Bokuto’s hand curled into his hair, insistent on more, but worried taking Bokuto fully into his mouth might send him over the edge, Akaashi growled in response and Bokuto lessened his pressure. Bokuto’s own irritation as an Alpha leaked through when he gave his own growl, but he didn’t push Akaashi's head down further.
The fingers opening him seemed to placate his need, however, because after awhile, his panting filled the quiet room, mixing with the patter of rain, and he arched his back. Akaashi pulled his tongue away from Bokuto’s cock, giving him the break he needed to not come, and Bokuto’s back returned to the bed.
Blurry eyes sought out Akaashi, and Akaashi's eyes carefully traced Bokuto's face. “Look at you.”
Bokuto looked incredibly done in, teased and toyed with, his hair was disheveled and sweat glistened in the divots of his abs. He still shot Akaashi a grin. “You’re not much better.”
Akaashi glanced to his left at the mirror in their room, and while he didn’t have on his glasses, he could make out a blur of wild black hair around his head and could feel the sweat sticking to him. “You make me a mess, Koutarou Bokuto.”
“Happy too.” Bokuto reached up, holding Akaashi’s chin between his fingers and led Akaashi’s mouth back to his. Bokuto’s mouth moved from his lips down his jaw and to the sensitive spot behind Akaashi’s ear that made him crook his neck. Then, Bokuto whispered hot against his ear. “I’m ready, Keiji. Put a baby in me.”
Akaashi’s cock throbbed hard in response and he felt his cheeks heat. Oh.
“Keiji?” Bokuto asked.
Only then, did Akaashi realize he’d stopped moving, the sudden fire in his body alarming, but not unpleasant. The thought of filling Bokuto with his cum making his mouth dry.
“Honey?” Bokuto asked, sounding concerned.
Well.
Akaashi decided to set his reaction aside to deal with later because every nerve in his body was excited now. Something feral sparking like a lit match to kindling. He kissed Bokuto once more, mouth harsh and hurried and thrilled before pulling out his fingers.
Bokuto sighed at the lack and Akaashi felt even more awake. More needy.
“Let me just…I need to…” Akaashi struggled. Put a baby in me.
He felt Bokuto tilt his head in a question. Akaashi didn’t usually stumble over his words or lose his thoughts, but his brain wasn’t working right now. Before Bokuto could say anything about it, Akaashi got more lube and stroked himself. The excitement pooled in his gut flowed to his cock and he bit his lip hard to hold back the orgasm coiling inside him.
“Are you okay?” Bokuto asked.
Akaashi nodded. “Just excited,” he tried to say as neutrally as possible.
Possibly more excited than he’d ever been, but he’d think about that later.
He settled between Bokuto’s legs, cock dripping precum when he brushed his tip against Bokuto’s waiting hole. Akaashi loved Bokuto’s ass. The way it looked in his too tight sweats and how soft it felt in his grip, and his thoughts were a mess of that and filling Bokuto with his cum to make a baby when he finally pushed inside.
They gasped together. Bokuto made a small sound and closed his eyes.
Akaashi kissed his neck and his jaw while Bokuto stretched around him. It was a fight not to start moving with Bokuto’s tight heat wrapped around him, pressure sending signals to rock his hips and take what was his, but he waited until Bokuto relaxed beneath him, until he started to kiss Akaashi back, until his hands moved up and down Akaashi’s spine. Then, Akaashi started to move.
He’d missed this, he realized, as his cock ached inside Bokuto. Friction burning him up. Bokuto clenched around him and Akaashi's breathing grew sporadic, filling the room. Bokuto was his. Marked and mated to him. The sense of owning felt possessive, but couldn’t be helped when he was thrusting into Bokuto like this. When their mouths were meeting and Akaashi felt the connection and intimacy between them.
Pressure coiled inside Akaashi, making it hard to concentrate. Bokuto’s nails were scraping his back as they rocked the bed, needy and desperate and climbing towards that razor edge. Their mouths got sloppy against each other and their chests rubbed together. When kissing became too messy, Akaashi buried his face into Bokuto’s neck, fire splitting through his body.
Bokuto’s breath was hot on his ear. “Come on, Keiji. Put a baby in me.”
“Fuck,” Akaashi groaned, orgasm breaking over him. His body stuttered and stilled, throbbing as he chased the high of his cum filling up Bokuto and getting him pregnant. Bokuto clenched around him and a garbled sound fell from Akaashi’s lips as he gave and gave until he had nothing more he could give and he started to drift in the feel good that followed an orgasm.
Bokuto hitched his hips with a needy whine, and still a little delirious, Akaashi reached between them to give him what he needed, stroking his hard cock, not teasing or toying any longer, but with a firm and steady hand until Bokuto came too.
They showered together before crawling back into bed, entirely satisfied and fuzzy in the aftermath. The blankets had ended up on the ground at some point so Bokuto grabbed them and tossed them over their damp and chilled skin. Outside the rain still fell, heavier now, and its soft lull made the whole world cozy.
Akaashi curled into Bokuto’s chest, feeling his deep, steadying breaths and finding comfort in his warm hold and familiar scent. They were quiet for awhile, so much so Akaashi thought Bokuto had fallen asleep, but then he spoke. “I could be pregnant.”
“It might take a few days,” Akaashi replied, “but the possibility is there now.”
At any point going forward, Bokuto could get pregnant. The induced heat only provided a higher probability which is why they went through with it at all. Akaashi did wonder how he’d handle Bokuto's heat if they got to that point. He wasn’t attracted to Omegas or heats, but it was Bokuto, so he assumed it would be fine. He couldn't imagine not being attracted to him.
“That’s crazy,” Bokuto said.
Something in his voice had Akaashi pulling back so he could see his face. “Do you still want to do this?”
Bokuto nodded. “Yeah, I do. It's just...it's crazy."
“It is.”
Bokuto brushed his thumb over Akaashi’s cheek. “What are you thinking?”
“I’m worried about you going through this.” Akaashi’s hand moved beneath the blankets to rest on Bokuto’s abdomen. “But I’m starting to be excited, I think.” It was the first positive emotion he’d felt in awhile as minimal as it was, like beginning to breath again.
“Worried about it not working?”
“Yeah.” Akaashi couldn’t help it. The hormones had made his mind harder to deal with, but he’d always been an overthinker. Always considering everything that could happen. “How about you?”
“I feel pretty fucking fantastic right now. That was some good sex.”
“Kou.”
Bokuto grinned. “I’m hopeful. That’s all.”
And Akaashi thought, maybe he could be a little hopeful too.
Notes:
I'm aware they spent a lot of time in the bathroom in this chapter lmao, just...don't mind it!
Chapter 7: Week 0
Notes:
I hope this chapter helps explain the whole new reproductive organs situation - at least a bit!
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Bokuto
The sheet in Bokuto’s hands wrinkled where he had a death grip on it. This part wasn’t supposed to be difficult, but now that he was standing outside Coach Foster’s office, the impact of what he was about to do hit him.
He jolted when a hand landed on his shoulder.
“Ready to head in, Bo?” Iwa asked.
Bokuto stared blankly at him.
Iwa squinted. “You called this meeting.”
“Right. Yes.” His feet stayed planted. “Ready.”
Iwa gave him a nudge. “Come on then.”
Dragging his feet, Bokuto stepped into the small office where Coach Foster was waiting at his desk. Bokuto plopped down in the seat across while Iwa walked around behind the desk to lean against the wall. Then, the air went quiet.
“Well, Bo,” Coach Foster said, “you wanted to talk to us?”
Bokuto gave a sharp nod.
Iwa’s eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”
“Here.” Bokuto shoved the paper at them rather than explaining.
Together, Coach Foster sitting at his desk and Iwa looking over his shoulder, they read it.
A long beat of silence followed.
“This is a medical leave form,” Coach said. “For a month.”
That wasn’t said as a question, but Bokuto treated it as though it were. “It is.”
Coach Foster stared into the void.
“Coach?” Bokuto prompted.
Coach Foster’s chair scraped against the floor. He calmly stood up, walked around his desk, and then lied face down on the floor. His groan was muffled by the concrete.
Bokuto shifted uncomfortably, looking to Iwa for help, but Iwa looked equally lost.
“Coach?” Bokuto tried again.
“Give me a minute.”
“Okay.” Bokuto kept his eyes on Iwa, rather than the middle-aged coach having a midlife crisis. Iwaizumi stared at the form, his jaw hard. Bokuto shifted uncomfortably. “Iwa?”
That snapped Iwa out of his stare. “Right.” He ran a hand over his face. “The note excuses you from games and heavy practice, but not from strength or cardio training.” He side-eyed the paper again. “With some mandatory modifications to your training schedule as per doctor’s instruction.”
“Yes.” Bokuto couldn’t sit still anymore and started to fidget.
“Can I…” Iwa hesitated, lowering his voice. “Can I ask what’s going on?”
Bokuto swallowed hard. “Our policy says you can’t.”
The MSBY Black Jackal's sick policy stated no proof of injury or illness was needed to be given when accompanied by a doctor’s note and that sick time could be used for the time off. However, after discussing it with Dr. Yuna, it was determined that training was safe for Bokuto to do, provided he didn’t push his body too hard since they couldn’t predict when he might get pregnant. This way he would still get a cut of his pay while he trained on limited hours while they were trying to make a baby.
His hands already itched with the loss of a good game. “It’s only for a month.”
For now. He’d have to take unpaid leave when he got pregnant. Medical leave wouldn’t cover the duration of a pregnancy – he was allowed up to three months of medical leave without proof of injury or illness with a doctor’s note – but afterward he would need to take an unpaid leave to keep the pregnancy quiet. An unpaid leave didn’t require any explanation to management for any amount of time. It did, however, mean no paycheck. Once he moved from medical leave to unpaid leave, he wouldn't be making any money, but there was no reason to tell MSBY management about the unpaid leave until he was actually pregnant.
As it was the Japanese Volleyball Federation didn’t have a pregnancy leave policy in any division because up until Oikawa and Hinata had joined the league, there hadn’t been any Omegas playing, so there was no need for it. It was also rare in the women’s division since most female athletes were Alphas as well. They could still get pregnant, but it was more difficult and less likely to happen. If it did happen, they were forced to take an unpaid leave. It was Bokuto’s only option. So, they’d have to support themselves on Akaashi’s paycheck until Bokuto was playing regularly again after the baby.
“First, Hinata,” Coach Foster mumbled into the floor, “then, Atsumu and Sakusa last year.” He was referring to their previous season where a number of their starters had gone missing for weeks or months at a time, leading to the worst season in MSBY Black Jackal history.
“I’ll be coming back,” Bokuto said. Eventually.
Coach Foster rolled over to look up at Bokuto. “You realize this season is a determining factor for athletes to compete on the Japan National Team for the 2024 Olympics?”
Bokuto swallowed hard. For our family. “Yes, I know.”
“It’s just a month, Coach,” Iwa put in. “Lots of time to get Bokuto on the national team.”
Because they didn’t yet know it would be closer to a year between getting pregnant and carrying the baby and the weeks to heal afterwards, so neck stiff and guilt crawling over him like ants, Bokuto nodded in his lie, unable to say it.
“I’ll work with Bokuto to keep him on track with his schedule,” Iwa insisted. “It’ll make the transition back to playing easier. I assume you’ll still be at games?”
Bokuto tipped his head. “Can I be?”
Coach Foster nodded. “We’ll bench you for the month. No play, but you can attend when you're able.”
A little thrill spun in Bokuto’s heart. “That sounds good.”
“We’ll have Kuroo get to work on a statement for moving you to the bench,” Coach Foster said. “And, you can mentor the hitter we pull to starter.”
“That sounds really good,” Bokuto said. Even if it was only for a little while.
“And, you can get started with Iwa next week.”
Bokuto squirmed on his chair. This was going better than expected. “Amazing.”
“If that’s all,” Coach Foster’s eyes stared up at the ceiling, “you’re dismissed. I need to…I need to lie here for a moment and think.”
Bokuto wasn’t going to stick around in case Coach Foster changed his mind on any of the conditions. He grabbed his bag and headed out the door, feeling like things were really going to work out and glad to have the management support he needed. They would want him back in a year, for sure they’d want him back, even if his body was less strong and durable at first. His steps slowed as he paused at the doors to the parking lot, considering the changes his body would go through. But he’d get back into shape. He knew he could with the right outlook.
He heard the office doors behind him, and Iwa caught up to him. “Hey, Bo…”
Bokuto turned around, shrugging his bag higher on his shoulder. He really didn’t want to have this conversation. He was shit at keeping secrets. His mouth always getting ahead of him, especially when he was excited about something like he was about this. “What’s up, Iwa?”
Iwa’s hands flexed at his sides. “I know you don’t want to tell me.”
I do. I do so badly.
“But, is everything okay?” Iwa hesitated. “Is Akaashi okay?”
At least Bokuto didn’t have to lie about that and he felt the stress melt from his shoulders. “Akaashi is good. He’s actually been doing really well lately.” He had been, sounding more like himself and enjoying things again. No matter how this went, Bokuto would never regret taking this on for them.
Iwa tilted his head. “If Akaashi ever needs someone to talk to about…things, I’m free.”
That small word, things, held a lot of implication. Iwa had gone through an Alpha pregnancy already and knew Bokuto and Akaashi were trying, so the things he meant were likely about going through it. Bokuto ached to ask questions, but instead he rocked back on his heels and tapped on his gym bag to keep his mouth quiet.
It was one thing for Akaashi, who had a desk job out of the public eye to be the one to do it, and another entirely for Bokuto, whose job was physical and had a team relying on him and the public paying attention to him, to do it.
They had decided not to tell the team it would be Bokuto carrying the baby.
It wasn’t that they didn’t trust the team – those who knew kept it a secret when Akaashi had been trying to get pregnant – but Bokuto being pregnant was going to affect the team. It would bench him for nearly a year. If it worked. There was no reason to worry the team or management or the Japanese Volleyball Federation until they knew for sure it had worked.
So, feeling his grin stretch uncomfortably over his face, Bokuto said, “I’ll let Akaashi know. Thank you, Iwa.”
Bokuto collapsed face first into the couch when he got home, gym bag trailing from his hand, and let out a groan into the cushions. Coach Foster was right for lying on the floor, burying your face into something was the ideal way to mope.
He felt the couch sink when Akaashi sat down near his head. “How’d it go?”
“Better than I thought.”
“Then, why are you moping?”
“I want to tell them it’ll be me.”
“Ah.” Akaashi’s fingers gently raked through Bokuto’s hair. “We decided not to, Bo.”
“I know.”
“We want to keep your team as distant as we can from this.”
Bokuto lamented by giving a low groan into the cushions again.
They knew it wouldn’t be a secret forever. An Alpha getting pregnant on purpose was going to be international news regardless of who carried the baby. Then, the media would eat the MSBY Black Jackals alive. Every press conference and interview would be focused on whether they had known about the pregnancy before it happened. Rumours would build over who knew what and when and how. The backlash against the team as a whole would be catastrophic if they knew ahead of time.
But if they found out only a few days before the news was released, they could claim plausible deniability. The team hadn’t known. They hadn’t been involved with this. They hadn’t supported this or Bokuto taking time off for a pregnancy. The media – and more importantly the protestors that had been harassing them lately – couldn’t be outraged at the team as a whole if the team never knew. They could only be outraged at Bokuto and Akaashi because that was the only option Bokuto and Akaashi would give them.
The media would go after the Jackals, but the team would have nothing to give. While the team would get caught in the crossfire for a bit, it wouldn’t last. Bokuto would take a step back from the team, distance himself, before the media found out so it wouldn’t reflect back on the team. It wouldn’t damage them further.
Iwa had once been pregnant as an Alpha, but it had been accidental and he hadn’t been on the MSBY Black Jackals at the time. This was different and when Bokuto and Akaashi went under fire for what they’d done, they would go under fire alone. They wouldn’t take anyone down with them. The news of Bokuto’s pregnancy was going to detonate like a bomb and he wanted to minimize the damages to those around him. In the aftermath all he could hope for was that the team would take him back when the dust settled.
This could be career suicide. He knew that, but he wanted a baby with Akaashi more.
And, he wanted his teammates to be as safe as they could be.
So, they couldn’t know. Not until Bokuto and Akaashi were ready to tell everyone.
“I hate lying to them,” Bokuto complained into the cushions.
“I know, but its safer for them to think I'm the one getting knocked up.”
Bokuto sighed. Akaashi was more himself, but that also meant he was more reasonable.
Akaashi shifted and then Bokuto felt the press of his soft lips against the nape of his neck, and he shivered at the warmth. “I have an idea on how to distract you from everything,” he whispered hot against Bokuto’s skin.
Bokuto grinned into the couch cushions. “I have a few ideas too.”
Akaashi leaned away, but his hand snuck beneath Bokuto’s shirt and rubbed the spot between his shoulder blades. “On the couch? Or do you want to move to the bedroom?”
“Haven’t had couch sex in a while,” Bokuto mused. “Here’s good.”
Afterwards, Akaashi stood in the archway from the kitchen to the living room, expressionless as he observed Bokuto and took a sip of the tea he’d just made. “Kou, honey, what are you doing?”
Bokuto was naked and upside down with his legs propped up in the air against the back of the couch. “I’m trying to keep your cum inside me.”
Much to his amusement, Akaashi’s eyes darted away and his cheeks turned red. While they hadn’t addressed it directly, Akaashi sure did seem to get really excited anytime they brought up the idea of him getting Bokuto knocked up. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.”
Akaashi went more red. “I’m fine.”
What made it even more hilarious was that his expression remained completely neutral under his obvious blushing. Bokuto gave him an upside-down grin. “Do you want to screw me again?”
Akaashi sighed, set aside his tea, and made his way over. “Yes.”
The stunned silence in the locker room made Bokuto fidget.
“The fuck d’you mean Bo’s been benched?” Atsumu demanded.
Iwa crossed his arms. “The reason isn’t for management to disclose.”
Atsumu shot to his feet from the bench, looking ready to pick a fight. Sakusa grabbed his shirt and yanked him back down. “Stop.”
“But Omi—”
“It isn’t our business,” Sakusa said, picking up his shoe. “He’s entitled to his privacy.”
That might be true, but the Black Jackals didn’t understand the meaning of the word privacy. Bokuto could feel them staring at him with questions he wanted to answer.
“What’s wrong?” Hinata asked, prodding immediately. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay,” Bokuto reassured.
"Is Akaashi okay?"
"Akaashi is okay."
Oikawa leaned forwards, head tipped to the side. “Then, why the bench?”
Iwa shot him a glare. “You can’t ask that, Tooru.”
Oikawa rolled his eyes.
“This is a professional workplace,” Iwa reminded everyone. “We have policies in place and—”
“Oh please, Hajime-chan.” Oikawa sat back, leaning on his hands. “Half this team pretended to fake date you while you were pregnant. I think we’re beyond co-workers here.”
“We’re just concerned,” Barnes said.
“Really, I’m fine,” Bokuto insisted.
“Then, again I ask,” Oikawa pried, “why the bench?”
“I…” Bokuto looked around the room at his teammates that had become so much more than mere teammates. He knew it. They all knew it. This was a family of sorts, as professional as they were supposed to be, but that was exactly the problem, he wanted to keep his family safe when his decisions imploded. “Don’t worry about it, guys.”
“Fuckin’ bullshit,” Atsumu complained.
“Alright, that’s enough,” Meian stepped in with his captain voice. “Bokuto clearly doesn’t want to share and we will respect his privacy.” His tone left no room for argument. “We look forward to having you back on the court when you’re able, Bo. I’m glad you’ll still be around on a modified training schedule. Now,” Meian clapped his hands together, “let’s get to practice. We’ll need to rework some plays before our next game.”
There were some grumblings as they got to their feet for practice. Bokuto would be sidelined for the first time, but there to discuss his modified training plan with Iwa. He shuffled out behind everyone but a hand on his upper arm tugged him back.
Kuroo.
Shit.
“Bo,” Kuroo said in a low voice once the others were out of earshot, “what’s going on? I know you don’t want to tell the rest of the team, but you’re going to tell me, right?”
Bokuto couldn’t meet Kuroo’s eyes. “Um…”
“C’mon, Bo. We’re way more than co-workers.”
“I know that,” Bokuto said.
But Kuroo would be the one most directly caught in the crossfire as their PR manager.
“So, are you okay? Akaashi okay?”
Bokuto squirmed. The truth on the tip of his tongue. “We’re good. It’s some embarrassing medical stuff,” he said, deciding that wasn’t much of a lie. “You don’t want to hear it. Trust me.”
“You asked me to check a mole on your ass once,” Kuroo reminded. “I can handle whatever it is. I won’t even laugh, I swear.” This came with a tug of a smirk that absolutely said he would laugh if the context called for it, and that cut right to Bokuto’s heart because he wouldn’t expect anything less. There were very few secrets between the two of them, but at this point in time, Kuroo didn’t even know about the fertility treatments. It hadn’t come up. He only knew about their struggle to adopt and find a surrogate.
Bokuto rolled his shoulders. “Don’t worry about it, Kuroo.”
It was quick, the surprise on Kuroo’s face, but he let go of Bokuto’s arm, looking more confused than anything. “Okay.” An awkward pause. “But if you guys need anything, you know you can give me a call.”
“Yeah,” Bokuto smiled. “We know.”
Kuroo gave a nod to where the team had gone. “We can discuss your statement on being benched later. Let’s join the others.”
When Bokuto walked into the gym a few seconds later, he could feel the heat of everyone’s questions and concerns. He bit his lip hard, determined to keep this secret.
A couple days later, Bokuto was home alone while Akaashi was at work, and he stood in their full-length mirror, twisting this way and that to see if there was any semblance of a change, but he was still as fit as ever. He ran a hand over his abs.
Akaashi looked roughly the same after the miscarriages, but the hormones and additional uterus growth had made him softer. Dr. Yuna had scheduled a hysterectomy for him in a month or so, when the Omega hormones would be less prominent in his system. They’d be removing his uterus meanwhile Bokuto couldn’t help wondering if he was already growing one of his own.
It wasn’t the hormones alone that caused the development of the necessary reproductive organs, or so Akaashi had read to him from the pamphlet, but the combination of the Omega hormones being elevated alongside sperm being in the body. It was why trans Omegas couldn’t sustain having a uterus even with this new medication. Hormones alone weren’t able to keep the reproductive organs in place, there needed to be sperm or a viable pregnancy.
Dr. Yuna had admitted she didn’t quite know why yet.
Akaashi’s body would eventually reject his uterus, whether on hormones or not, once it realized it wasn’t serving the purpose of being pregnant or trying to get pregnant. The idea was to remove it before his body rejected it as that would be safest.
Bokuto, on the other hand, could start to grow the reproductive organs any day that they were trying to knock him up. Once his hormones were elevated enough and stayed there, and sperm was recognized in his body, he’d develop them to sustain a pregnancy, or at least that’s what he understood after Akaashi and Dr. Yuna had explained it a few times. A heat just raised their chances because it was a period of time with elevated Omega hormones for days.
It would be like an Omega developing the organs for the first time during their first heat, but Bokuto wouldn’t get a heat from their development, it would just…happen. He lowered his hand, resting it on his abdomen. It could already be happening.
And once it happened and he was a few weeks along, he could tell Kuroo.
His phone alarm went off and he checked the pregnancy test he’d taken.
The negative line stared back at him.
He’d known it wasn’t likely, but he was too excited to be patient and thought it would be better to take it without Akaashi here in case this was the result, but now he wished Akaashi was here because disappointment clouded him.
“It’s going to work though,” Bokuto said confidently. “We’ll have our baby.”
Excitement masked the disappointment and he hid the test in the wastebasket.
He was washing his hands when he heard the click of the door. He left the bathroom and sprinted down the hallway, turning it into a slide on his socks while shouting, “Baby making time, Keiji!”
Weight training finished up late, so Bokuto was tucked away near the showers in the locker room, still dripping wet and texting Akaashi that he would pick up dinner on his way home so they could get right to making a baby.
Atsumu flung around the corner so fast, Bokuto jumped.
“So,” Atsumu said.
“Hi,” Bokuto blurted.
Atsumu crossed his arms over his chest and his eyes worked their way down Bokuto’s body to rest against his crotch hidden behind his towel. “What’s wrong with your dick?”
Bokuto blinked. “What?”
“You’re taking medical time off playin’. You’re tryin’ to knock up Akaashi.” Atsumu narrowed his eyes. “Your dick bein’ faulty is the only explanation.”
“There is nothing,” Bokuto tightened his towel, “wrong with my dick.”
“Can’t get it up?”
“No!”
“Strugglin’ ‘ta find time ‘ta fuck?”
“No.”
Atsumu pursed his lips. “Actually, you two are probably fucking all the time.”
“Well…yeah. We are right now.”
Atsumu nodded. “I see. I see. So, the sex is gettin’ borin’?”
“No, that’s not…no.” Bokuto struggled for a reason that didn’t include him being sexually unsatisfied and their sex life being lackluster because it wasn’t. “We’re just taking time for ourselves. That’s all.”
Atsumu flung an arm around Bokuto’s shoulders. “I understand.”
“You…do?”
“You two have been married for a hundred years.”
“Five.”
“Things get stale. Boring even when you’re always getting the same dick.”
“I love Keiji’s dick.”
“Of course, but you need something new. A way to spice things up.”
“That’s not really—”
“Don’t worry. You’ve come to the right person.”
Bokuto stilled. “What do you mean?”
“I’m a certified expert when it comes to livenin’ up your sex life.”
“Oh,” Bokuto laughed nervously, “we don’t need someone to do that.”
“I’ve got ideas, Bo. Many ideas for a stuck-in-a-rut married couple.”
Bokuto was about to protest when Sakusa stepped into the small shower area. “Atsumu, we have to get going.” Sakusa took in Atsumu with his arm tossed over Bokuto’s shoulders and narrowed his eyes. “You have that stupid look on your face, Miya. What’s going on?”
“Bokuto and Akaashi are havin’ borin’ sex.”
“That isn’t what I said,” Bokuto protested.
Sakusa turned to Bokuto. “You still trying to knock Akaashi up?”
Bokuto shifted nervously. “Yeah.”
“Why would you ever go to Atsumu for sex advice?”
“I—”
Atsumu cut Bokuto off. “’Cause Bo here knows I’m experienced.”
Sakusa snorted. “Sure.”
“You’re just bein’ mean ‘cause you know I’m more fun in bed than you, Omi.”
That was not the right thing to say. Sakusa’s shoulders inched up towards his ears. “That isn’t true.”
Atsumu lifted an eyebrow with a tiny curl of a smile. “Oh no?”
“No.”
“Seems ‘ta me ya had plenty of fun last night.”
Sakusa took a step closer to Atsumu. “But who planned last night, Miya?”
“The execution is far more important than the actual plan,” Atsumu insisted. “Without me, your plans would be borin’ as fuck, Omi-Omi. I give them life and excitement and fun.”
“Without my plans you’d still be fucking in missionary all the time.”
“I was doin’ plenty of nasty fun shit long before you.”
Bokuto weakly tried to interrupt. “Isn’t it always fun because you’re together?”
It seemed, however, neither of them heard him because Atsumu got up in Sakusa’s face, dragging Bokuto along by his neck where his arm was still wrapped around it. “Whatever I plan for Bo and Akaashi would be five billion times more fun than whatever the fuck you plan ‘cause I’m way more fun and way more experienced.”
With barely an inch between them, Sakusa stared for a long beat. Bokuto half thought they were going to kiss right here in front of him, but then Sakusa stepped back and straightened to his full height, looking down on Atsumu. “Prove it, Miya.”
“Won’t even be a challenge, Omi-kun.”
Bokuto’s eyes darted between them, not understanding. “What are you—”
“I already got a plan in the works for next week,” Atsumu said.
“My plan is ready to go this weekend,” Sakusa retorted.
“Guys,” Bokuto tried weakly. “I don’t understand—”
“Then, we’re in agreement,” Atsumu said, holding out a hand. “We each plan a night for Bokuto and Akaashi to get it on and they’ll judge whose plans are more fun.”
Sakusa shook Atsumu’s hand. “Agreed.”
“What?” Bokuto said, feeling numb in his fingers. “I don’t know if Keiji—”
Fresh out of the shower and with his hair still wet, Oikawa swung around the corner “Did I just hear that right? Miya is planning a night for you?”
“He…I guess…he is,” Bokuto said, feeling lost.
“No way Atsumu plans anything good,” Oikawa said flippantly. “Don’t ask him.”
The teasing smile on Atsumu’s lips sharpened. “You think you can do better?”
“Of course I can do better. Give me a date and time.”
Atsumu finally released Bokuto. “End of next week.”
“Done.” Oikawa shouted over his shoulder. “Hajime-chan, we’re competing against Sakusa and Miya. I’ll explain later.”
“Fine,” Iwa shouted back. “Whatever. Sounds good.”
Oikawa grinned smugly at Atsumu.
“Competing in what?” Hinata asked, peering around the corner. “I want to participate.”
“Sex Olympics,” Oikawa answered.
Hinata’s eyes went wide and he started to turn around. “Actually—”
“Not at having sex,” Oikawa explained. “But who’s better at planning a fun night.”
Hinata paused, more curious now. “What do you mean?”
“We’re each going to plan a night for Bokuto and Akaashi to get it on.”
“Their sex life has gotten borin’ 'cause they've been married too long,” Atsumu added. “They need us to liven it up.”
“I never said that.” Bokuto felt like he was on a runaway train.
“Best planned night wins,” Oikawa said. “They’ll be the judges.”
“Oh,” Hinata said, excited now. “I want to help. Don’t worry, Bo, we’ve got you.”
Bokuto stilled. Something in the way Hinata said it, so unaware that Bokuto and Akaashi were trying to conceive a baby but wanting to help simply because he thought his friend needed it, gave Bokuto pause because Hinata looked so genuine. This team of his really was everything Bokuto could have asked for and more. So rather than protest, Bokuto found himself saying, “Thanks.”
“Then, we’re all in,” Oikawa said. “I look forward to crushing you all.”
Atsumu gave a smug smile like he'd already won. “Let the games begin.”
Notes:
MSBY Black Jackals Management: This is a workplace and we need to be professional and respectful.
Atsumu Miya: And I took that as a challenge.lmao anyway my updates might be a little bit sporadic for a bit. I got a new job, I'm moving across the country, and started a new medication in the last month that's kicking my ass so just, thanks for your patience ❤️ as updates might be all over the place
Chapter 8: Week 0
Notes:
Hi! I'm alive! Yay!
I am so sorry for vanishing life got really crazy and really bad for awhile. Things are still not...great...but I have this chapter and the next is almost done, so should be up in the next few days. Hoping for better days ahead, but yeah, we will see
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Chapter Text
Bokuto
The message stared up at Bokuto from his phone when he got home. Not even fully through the front door yet, he stopped dead when he read it. The instructions simple. The attachment questionable.
Sakusa Kiyoomi
Please fill out the attached document.
Said attached document was titled; BDSM Checklist.
Bokuto couldn't do anything more than blink at it. Then, from the kitchen, he heard Akaashi’s email notification go off from his phone.
“Wait, Keiji!” Bokuto kicked off his shoes, scrambling. “Don’t look at it yet!”
A beat of silence. “Bo?”
Bokuto cringed, walking towards the kitchen. “Yeah?”
Leaning back against the counter, Akaashi stared at his phone. “What am I looking at?”
There really weren’t many ways to explain what had happened at practice, so stepping into the kitchen, Bokuto told Akaashi about his teammate’s enthusiasm to prove themselves the best at planning a sexy night for them to get it on.
Akaashi stared at him for a second. Two seconds. Three. “Why?”
“They want to help.”
“Help? Help with what?”
Bokuto scratched his nose. “They might have got it in their heads that we’re having boring sex.”
“Bo,” Akaashi groaned.
“I didn’t tell them that," Bokuto defended. "They assumed it because we’ve been married for so long.”
“Five years isn’t long.”
“I know that, but they don’t.”
Akaashi pinched the bridge of his nose. “Marry an athlete they said. They’re really hot they said. No one said anything about your teammates being this invested in our sex life.” He lowered his hand. “Your whole team is way too open about each other’s private lives.”
“They just want to help.” Bokuto crossed the kitchen and slipped his arms around Akaashi's waist. “We don’t have too.”
Akaashi rested his phone against Bokuto’s chest, looking at the list again. “What do you think about it?”
Bokuto hadn’t considered what he thought on the drive home, more concerned about Akaashi’s reaction, but now, after a second of thought, he shrugged. “We have to have sex anyway. Maybe this will make it more interesting?”
Akaashi’s eyes flicked up in concern. “Has sex been boring for you lately?”
“No. Not at all,” Bokuto said in a rush. “I’ve never needed anything more than you.”
“So, this sex games thing would just be for fun? No real reason for it?”
“Yeah, but only if you want to do it too. We don’t have too.”
Akaashi scrolled through the list of kinks. “We are having a lot of sex right now.”
“Mhm.”
“And it's good.”
“Agreed.”
“But it is a lot of the same.” Akaashi stopped scrolling to read something. “I can’t say I’m not curious. I haven’t even heard of some of this stuff. The most we’ve ever tried is handcuffs.”
“We can go through the list together and talk about our limits.” Bokuto tugged them closer together. “And only send over what we’re comfortable with Sakusa knowing.”
“Why does he need to know this anyway?”
“I assume he wants to plan something kinky that we're okay with.” Bokuto pressed his mouth to Akaashi’s neck. “And wants to be safe and consensual about it.”
“Considerate of him.”
Bokuto bit lightly at Akaashi’s throat.
Akaashi crooked his neck. “Do you want to try something kinky?”
“It could be really hot.”
“True.” Akaashi relaxed in Bokuto’s grip. “Okay.”
“Okay?” Bokuto repeated, excited.
“Your team is insufferable, but I do think their intentions are from a good place. It could be good for us to try something new after…everything.” Akaashi went quiet for a second. “I’d prefer Sakusa know we’re beginners at this.”
“I’ll let him know.” Bokuto mouthed at Akaashi’s neck, getting a contented exhale. “In the meantime, though, we still need to make a baby without my team’s help. Everyday.”
Akaashi laughed, his throat vibrating against Bokuto’s lips. “Trying to be subtle, Bo?”
“Never.” Then, Bokuto grabbed Akaashi around the waist and tossed him over his shoulder, slapping his ass. Akaashi’s laughter followed them into the bedroom.
It was early enough the next morning that Akaashi was only on his first cup of coffee when Bokuto got back from his run. He could tell from Akaashi’s disheveled hair he wasn’t quite awake yet, and he knew better than to bother him.
That’s when the doorbell rang.
They shared a look, and Bokuto went to answer it.
Sakusa stood there with a large black bag. “I need to speak with Akaashi.”
“It’s seven in the morning.”
“I’m aware. Tadaaki had me up at three. I've reviewed your checklists.”
Despite how they’d been careful about choosing what to send over, Bokuto flushed, knowing exactly what Sakusa now knew about the two of them. “Gotcha.”
Behind Sakusa, Atsumu made his way up the stoop with a baby trapped in each arm. “I’m here ‘ta make sure Omi doesn’t fuckin’ cheat. I brought the babies.”
Sakusa narrowed his eyes. “How could I cheat?”
“The babies!” Bokuto shouted, thrilled and completely bypassing Sakusa to step outside.
Tadaaki and Naooki Miya were handfuls in Atsumu’s arms. A year and two months old now, they were mobile, curious about the world, and currently squirming in Atsumu’s grip. Atsumu happily handed Naooki over once Bokuto tore across the front stoop. “Go to Uncle Bo, Oki.”
Since Sakusa and Atsumu had moved into the same suburb as them, Bokuto had the opportunity to see the twins more often, and while they were getting shy with strangers, Bokuto saw them enough to not be one of those people. Naooki happily settled onto his hip and started to repeat the few words, like dada and book, that he knew and Bokuto nodded, listening attentively.
If anything, his friends having babies in the last couple years had only solidified the fact Bokuto wanted one of his own. He wanted the late nights and the snuggles and the playing and the learning and everything that came with it, to the point seeing the twins came with a bitterness in the back of his throat he didn’t like, but he kept that to himself.
He liked the weight of Naooki in his arms, the warmth of him, and knew, one day, they’d have one too. “They’re getting so big," he said, steering Atsumu and Sakusa into the house.
“Don’t remind me,” Atsumu complained. “I remember when they were pintsized.”
“Keiji,” Bokuto called in warning. “Sakusa and Atsumu are here.”
He could picture the silent and exasperated why on Akaashi’s face. Sure enough, when they entered the kitchen, he stared tiredly, one eye half closed and coffee cup in hand. “Hello, Miya’s and Sakusa.”
“Mornin’.” Atsumu shattered the quiet with his loud voice and sat Tadaaki onto the island counter near Akaashi. Tadaaki immediately reached for the glass salt shaker and Atsumu wrestled it away from him. “We’re here ‘ta help ya make a baby.”
“How generous of you.”
Atsumu leaned over the counter. “I’m a very charitable person.”
“I’m sure,” Akaashi replied drily.
“Feelin’ fertile?” Atsumu quipped.
Sakusa smacked Atsumu lightly on the back of the head. “What is wrong with you?”
Akaashi drank more coffee, but Bokuto didn’t miss the slide of his tired eyes to Tadaaki, jealously a low-lit flame in them. Bokuto’s heart hurt for his husband. He understood the ache, he did, but the jealousy seemed to hit Akaashi harder.
Sakusa set the large black bag on the counter. “I need to speak with you. Alone.”
Akaashi eyed the bag. “Me?”
“Yes.”
Curious, Bokuto reached for the bag, but Sakusa yanked it away without looking at him.
Akaashi held Sakusa’s gaze for a second, and then sighed. He finished off the rest of his coffee and got up to pour a second. “This way.”
“Great.”
Then, massive black bag in tow, they vanished into the study room.
Atsumu let out a whistle. “Akaashi’s really doin’ this? Thought he’d be out.”
“We both thought it would be fun.”
“Hell yeah, it’ll be.”
Bokuto nodded at the study room door. “What’s in the bag?”
“Fuck if I know. Omi said it’d violate the rules if I got a peak.”
“There are rules?”
“Only the ones he makes up in his head and forces on me.” Atsumu grinned. “Don’t worry though, whatever he’s got planned will be fun.”
“Thought you said you’re more fun.”
Atsumu shrugged, and headed for the living room with Tadaaki. “Omi’s fun, but more fun when I get him riled up.” He dropped onto the carpet, back to the couch, and released Tadaaki so he could crawl around. “Ya shoulda seen how fun Omi was last night after I got him worked up at practice ‘bout the Sex Games.”
Bokuto dropped onto the floor too, but when Naooki chose to stay sitting in his lap, his heart absolutely melted and he squeezed him. Naooki let out a string of laughter.
“Genuinely Bo, as fun as rilin’ up Omi is, I really do wanna help.” For once, Atsumu wasn’t grinning like an asshole, but looked genuine. “And, I don’t really know another way ‘ta help ya’ll have a baby than comin’ up with ways for you two ‘ta fuck more.”
“We have plenty of sex.”
“I wanna help, that’s all and I dunno how else too. I want you two ‘ta get your baby.”
Bokuto gave a lop-sided smile. “Thanks.”
“Akaashi’s somethin’ else though, goin’ through with tryin’ ‘ta get knocked up again after everythin’.” Atsumu glanced at the closed door. “I can’t imagine tryin’ again after losin’ two. Not ‘ta mention gettin’ pregnant and havin’ ‘ta birth a whole ass baby.” Atsumu shuddered. “I couldn’t do it.”
Bokuto laughed nervously, not meeting Atsumu’s eyes. “I’m sure it isn’t that bad.”
“D’you not remember Iwa moanin’ and groanin’ in labour?”
Bokuto absolutely remembered. It was impossible to forget the way Iwa had doubled over at the waist, unable to speak or move. “They have drugs. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
“Havin’ a baby hurts like fuck,” Atsumu said as if that wasn’t a known fact. “I went ‘ta the birthin’ classes and watched an Omega’s asshole dilate beyond normal capacities. Again, I could never do it.”
Another nervous laugh bubbled up Bokuto’s chest. “Yeah. It’s hard to imagine.”
“Kinda feel bad ‘bout the twins’ Omega dad goin’ through it.” Atsumu used a hand to steady Tadaaki when he grabbed onto his shirt and stood up on his wobbly legs. “But I’m glad it happened ‘cause we have the twins now.”
Jealousy flared beneath Bokuto’s ribcage. “Yeah.”
“Sorry,” Atsumu said, hearing the cut of bitterness. “Not tryin’ ‘ta rub it in, Bo.”
Bokuto shifted. “I know. Sorry.”
"It's all good." Atsumu grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder. “I’d do more if I could, but you two fuckin’ more is all I've got ‘ta offer.” He let go of Bokuto. “Besides, you two deserve ‘ta have a good fuck.”
“We aren’t having bad sex, Miya.”
Atsumu shrugged. “Always more ‘ta try out. Make things interestin’.”
“I guess.”
Finally, Atsumu’s face fell into his familiar smug grin. “And just you wait until you see what I got planned.”
Two hours is how long Sakusa and Akaashi were gone for.
Not a short visit by any means. Bokuto kept straining his ear to hear what they were discussing, but the two were quiet people. Not a hint of a whisper or sound passed through that door.
When they returned, nothing in their expressions gave away what had been discussed and while Bokuto was dying to know, he didn’t ask yet. The Miya’s and Sakusa left shortly after that so the twins could go down for their afternoon nap.
Bokuto closed the door once they were gone. “I love when they bring the twins.”
"They're great but..." Akaashi shrugged, but didn’t cry, another reassuring sign his hormones were evening out and he was feeling more like himself. “I want one with you, Kou. One of our own.”
It always left Akaashi glum after seeing them. Bokuto wrapped an arm over his shoulders, feeling certain the universe would give them what they wanted. If it could give both Iwa and Oikawa, and then Atsumu and Sakusa families of their own accidentally, he didn’t think it would be cruel enough to not give them, who wanted a baby so badly, one of their own.
Though, his patience was beginning to fray.
He squeezed Akaashi. “We’ll have one.”
Akaashi gave a small nod, but he stayed quiet. Bokuto had decided a while ago that he’d be the certainty they both needed. The hope. He’d do that for them. “What did Sakusa want anyway? What was in the bag?” Bokuto’s curiosity was going to kill him.
A smile slipped onto Akaashi’s lips. “I’ll show you later tonight.”
Chapter 9: Week 0
Notes:
So yeah...this chapter is like all smut except a very small scene at the end...so yeah...
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Akaashi
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Akaashi felt ridiculous. As per Sakusa’s instructions, he told Bokuto to go shower in their ensuite bathroom while he got situated, but now that he was dressed and could see himself in the full-length mirror, he felt, for lack of a better word, stupid.
What the hell had he agreed to?
It wasn’t like they had to do this. He could back out of it. Bokuto would be fine with that.
But there was something…intriguing about Sakusa’s plan. A nibbling in Akaashi’s mind about what it would be like to actually go through with it. That didn’t offset how ridiculous he felt, sitting here in a black outfit. Crisp, black trousers and a belt, a button-down shirt Sakusa had dug out of his closet and new shoes.
He looked like he was trying too hard and for what? Sex? The clothes wouldn’t be staying on anyway. He might as well shed them off now and start out naked. Bokuto loved him naked. He reached for his belt to undress when the bathroom door opened.
“Wow.” Bokuto’s mouth gapped, taking Akaashi in. “You look…wow.”
Too late now. “Thank you, Koutarou.” Akaashi crossed one leg over the other, and in that simple controlled movement felt the power in the room shift. Something about the way he was fully dressed and Bokuto stood in nothing, but a flimsy, white towel tipped the scales. “Did you get yourself ready for me?”
Bokuto fidgeted, distracted by Akaashi still. “Yup. All stretched out for you.”
A small, awkward silence spread between them. Sakusa had recommended some phrases Akaashi could say to help with a scene, ways he should act, but now that he was actually doing it, all he could think was; Now what?
Akaashi buried his face in his hands. “I feel dumb.”
“This isn’t our usual thing, is it?”
“No.”
“I feel ridiculous,” Akaashi said, adjusting the cuffs. “Look at me.”
“I think you look hot.”
Akaashi let out a breath of a laugh. “Thank you.”
“Really, Keiji.” Bokuto’s eyes moved slowly up Akaashi’s body. “Like really, really hot.”
Akaashi's brows twitched. “This is doing something for you?”
Bokuto nodded. “Keep going. Please.”
For a second, Akaashi simply looked Bokuto over and under his gaze, Bokuto shifted, clearly already turned on. Akaashi’s heart picked up. “Okay,” he said quietly. I promised I would try. He took a slow breath to gain his composure before dropping his eyes to Bokuto’s flimsy excuse for a towel. “Take it off,” he said, inflectionless.
Bokuto reached for the knot.
“Slowly,” Akaashi instructed.
Bokuto hesitated at the demand before unraveling the towel like he was some sort of gift. A light pink flush warmed his chest beneath Akaashi’s unflinching gaze. The towel came loose, and Bokuto held it to cover himself for a moment before letting it drop, leaving him entirely bare. He shifted from foot to foot under Akaashi's steady, accessing gaze. “Already excited, Kou?”
Bokuto covered his already semi-hard cock, suddenly shy.
Akaashi leaned forwards, calm and composed. “Let me see you, baby.”
Bokuto cleared his throat, and dropped his hands, putting himself on full display for Akaashi to indulge in, and that alone had Bokuto’s cock filling. It twitched between his legs, the tip flooding red and Akaashi just…watched.
The silence stretched between them. Then, Akaashi sat back. “This is weird.”
“No, it’s good,” Bokuto said, shifting again. “Keep going.”
“Are you sure? I’m just watching you get hard.”
“Well, is it hot?”
Akaashi’s gaze flicked back to his cock. The excited way it filled with nothing more than his careful gaze like Bokuto couldn’t wait for Akaashi to take him as he pleased. Anticipation heated the room until Akaashi felt it tight in his gut. “Yes.”
“Keep going then.” Bokuto’s hands flexed. “I find it hot too.”
Somehow being on the same page, both into this ridiculousness and into each other, eased Akaashi’s doubts. Bokuto was the one person he could trust with himself. Fully and unconditionally and so, they could enjoy this even if it felt silly. “Okay,” he said, letting his gaze scrape against Bokuto’s body, along his firm abs and the slopes of his hips, over his abdomen and down to settle on his flooding erection. “Okay.”
Akaashi stood up in one smooth movement, keeping his expression impartial like he wasn’t getting turned on himself, and approached. The click of his shoes was the only sound in the room and he saw Bokuto visibly swallow.
“You’re okay,” Akaashi said softly. “I’m going to take care of you.” He stopped a few inches from Bokuto, close enough the tip of Bokuto's cock brushed Akaashi’s trousers. “You’re going to be good for me, right?”
Bokuto nodded. “Yes.”
Akaashi gripped his chin between two fingers to hold him still and slid his thumb along the swell of Bokuto’s lips, getting the smallest bit of drool on his hand. “Good.”
“Keiji, you’re so sexy right now.”
Akaashi bit back a smile. “Thank you.”
He’d teased Bokuto before, but this was a step further. This felt like…control. The room was his and Bokuto was his, to do with as he pleased. Akaashi pulled his hand away and Bokuto tired to follow it. “Stay still, Bo.”
“But—”
“Stay.”
Bokuto stood straighter and a shiver shot down Akaashi’s spine. Something innate in his gut stirred, some Alpha instinct that sighed in contentment at telling Bokuto what to do. It felt comfortable, like slipping into his favourite clothes and he leaned forwards, kissing along Bokuto's collarbone and the sharp edge of his jaw, and all the while Bokuto held perfectly still. His breath in tiny shudders as if it was the only way to keep from touching Akaashi back.
Akaashi's head spun, and when Bokuto exhaled shakily, Akaashi made a decision.
One moment they were standing, and the next Akaashi was leading and then pushing Bokuto down onto their bed where he fell with a soft oomph. He grinned, bits of hair usually geled up falling over his eyes, and Akaashi’s heart went faster. “Stay here.”
Bokuto gave a sound of protest, but stayed there and a buzz shot down Akaashi’s spine. Oh.
Akaashi went to their dresser to dig the supplies out of the black bag, and when he held them up, Bokuto’s eyes widened before relaxing into a smile. Handcuffs they had tried before, though that time it had been Akaashi in them. This time he returned to the bed and closed one cuff each around Bokuto’s wrists. Akaashi then stretched out above him and attached the chains leading to the cuffs to their headboard.
Then, he sat back, keen eyes assessing that nothing was too tight.
“Babe…” Bokuto breathed, clearly seeing something he was enjoying on Akaashi's face.
“Not done yet.” Now, here was something new to them both. A spreader bar. Akaashi’s hands moved through the motions Sakusa had shown him, snapping the thigh cuffs on either side of the bar closed on each of Bokuto's upper thighs. Then, in one swift pull to extend the bar, he forced Bokuto’s legs apart.
Akaashi’s mouth went dry.
Bokuto was stretched out for him. Unable to touch or move as he wanted, but still had a grin like he was so, so happy to give Akaashi whatever he wanted. The ache of Akaashi’s cock against his trousers began to become noticable. Hot and needy.
“Good, Kou,” Akaashi managed. “You're being so good for me.”
“For someone so unsure about this,” Bokuto commented, “you’re doing a great job.”
The praise shot right to Akaashi’s head and thrummed into his hands, so he reached for the thick thighs he wanted to bury between. Fingertips light along the pale flesh, teasing and toying, until Bokuto squirmed, chains going taut.
“Fuck me,” Akaashi murmured.
“Pretty sure you have to fuck me,” Bokuto reminded.
“Right...yeah,” Akaashi said absent-mindedly, distracted by the pillowing of Bokuto's thighs wherever he squeezed him and entranced how Bokuto struggled to keep his legs from trembling. “What’s our safe word, Bo?”
“Piñata.”
They’d never needed to use it before, but as Akaashi checked the cuffs holding Bokuto restrained to make sure they were too tight, doubt crept in. Start slow. Take your time if you haven’t done this before. That was what Sakusa had recommended.
Akaashi also needed a second to get his thoughts back into order, so he stepped off the bed for what he needed next, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Sitting on the dresser next to the black bag was a wax melter and over that, a small jar of wax beads had been melted into liquid. Akaashi double checked the temperature with a thermometer before picking it up.
The jar was warm in his hand as he brought it back over to Bokuto.
Bokuto’s eyes went wide. “Wax?”
Akaashi nodded.
An excited shiver moved down Bokuto’s body.
Akaashi crawled onto the bed, mindful of the spreader bar holding Bokuto’s thighs apart, and settled between Bokuto’s knees. “Colour?”
“Green,” Bokuto replied.
Akaashi took a calming breath and tipped the jar over.
Hot wax hit Bokuto’s abs and he flexed. The chains went taut as he pulled.
Restraining him.
Limiting him.
Oh.
Oh. I see.
Heat crept over Akaashi’s cheeks and down between his legs and it had nothing to do with the warmth of the room or the wax and everything to do with seeing someone so much stronger than him restrained and at his mercy.
The wax beaded into the divot between Bokuto’s abs and for a moment, Akaashi forgot how to speak as his eyes followed the liquid's path until it stilled and began to cool and harden a hair’s breath from Bokuto’s navel. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. “Is it too hot?”
At the rasp in his tone, Bokuto cocked his head in amusement. “No. Enjoying yourself?”
Bokuto’s powerful thighs flexed again, and Akaashi gently smoothed the defined muscle definition with a silent nod.
Bokuto dug his shoulders back into mattress, grin crooked now. “I’m all yours, baby.”
“You’ve always been mine.”
As if Akaashi had said something dirty, Bokuto groaned. “Say it again.”
Akaashi’s free hand crept up Bokuto’s inner thigh, feeling the way it twitched under his touch until his fingertips rested lightly on the mate mark bitten into the skin. He traced the shape of his teeth impression. “You’ve always been mine,” he whispered.
Bokuto shivered, thighs tensing and chains rattling. “I know.”
Akaashi reached between Bokuto’s legs and gently grasped his balls between two knuckles. He tugged lightly on the sensitive flesh and Bokuto stilled. Akaashi squeezed one ball and tipped the wax with his other hand again.
It hit hot and Bokuto flinched, pulling away suddenly from the heat, but stopped when the pull on his balls drew taut.
Caught between sensations.
A groan rumbled in his broad chest. “Keiji…”
A tremor shook Akaashi’s hand as he tipped the wax again, more this time. It splattered over his canvas, forming rivulets of wax over the panes of Bokuto’s stomach before they began to cool, dark blue wax against tanned skin, and Akaashi’s mouth watered with the irrational urge to lick them up.
He shook his head before he did anything stupid like eating wax.
He spent a few minutes more playing with Bokuto's balls and decorating him as he pleased and drooling like an idiot before reaching for the side table where he’d left the lube. Bokuto's cock was hard and thick, the tip an angry red of need.
With desperate eyes, Bokuto watched Akaashi pump lube into his hand. “Please.” He tugged on the chains, whether he wanted to touch Akaashi or his own cock, Akaashi didn’t know, but either way, Akaashi head spun at Bokuto’s helplessness. “Please.”
“Okay.” Akaashi kept his small smile to himself. “Okay, Bo.”
Then, Akaashi circled Bokuto’s cock and stroked him once.
Bokuto jerked hard in surprise, groaning as the icy cold lube slicked him up. "It's cold."
"I know."
Bokuto whimpered and squirmed on the mattress as if to pull away, but then his hips twitched like he was unsure of what he wanted. A cloud of confusion crinkled his features, uncertain if he wanted the pleasure of Akaashi's hand or to escape the cold that came with it and a shaky, excited exhale left Akaashi’s lips. “Tell me what you want, love.”
“I don’t…” Bokuto's hips twitched forward again, but he shrunk back. “I don’t know.”
Hand firm around Bokuto’s swollen erection, Akaashi slid his hand up and down with lewd slicks sounds of the lube. He tilted the wax again and watched the heat paint Bokuto’s hip, the heat of it close to the cold of Akaashi’s hand, and Bokuto’s gave a soft whine that couldn't be helped.
“You’re okay,” Akaashi whispered, continuing to work him up.
Like he didn’t want to disagree, Bokuto nodded messily, head lolling on the bed. Small, broken sounds cracked between his lips as the temperature sensations overwhelmed alongside the pleasure. Akaashi’s trousers felt too tight and he shifted to try and adjust himself.
When the heat of his hands finally replaced the cold of the lube, Bokuto relaxed into the mattress with a shudder. It was all Akaashi could do not to lose it. Seeing how Bokuto was giving his body entirely to him. The possessing of Bokuto’s body, making it unsure of what it wanted and leaving that decision fully and entirely to Akaashi, well, the power of that was…
Intoxicating.
Akaashi’s head spun.
Every generous swell of abs and pecs and biceps belonged to him. This body given not only freely and willingly to him, but also eagerly. Always eager this husband of his.
Saliva pooled in Akaashi’s mouth and he leaned over, compelled by some inner instinct, and closed his lips around Bokuto’s cock and sucked. Bokuto stiffened and throbbed and groaned. The lingering cold of the lube slipped over Akaashi’s tongue and he shivered. The chill mixed with the taste of Bokuto’s salty precum.
And, Akaashi’s pants were way too tight.
They most definitely should have tried something like this sooner.
Bokuto’s hips bucked, a warning and a whimper leaving his lips. “Keiji…I’m gonna…”
Akaashi drew off, swirling his tongue around Bokuto’s sensitive head before leaving him bare and moaning at the denied orgasm. “Not yet, my love.”
Bokuto panted heavily, pupils blown and chest sweaty where the wax didn’t touch.
“I want you to come with me inside you,” Akaashi explained.
Another desperate moan and Bokuto turned his head to bury his face in the pillow. “You’re so hot right now,” he panted. “Can’t look at you or I’ll…”
Akaashi gently gripped Bokuto’s chin and tugged his gaze back. Bokuto looked a mess, sweaty and breathless and helpless. A familiar pressure built behind the head of Akaashi’s dick. “Watch me when you come, Koutarou, but don’t come yet.”
Bokuto’s jaw worked, but no words came out.
The restraint of Akaashi’s pants made his cock ache and his eyes subconsciously moved again to the cuffs around Bokuto’s wrists. Akaashi calmly teased his fingers up and down Bokuto’s cock as he considered using the wax again.
“How do you look,” Bokuto exhaled when Akaashi touched his balls again, “so calm?”
Akaashi tilted his head. “I’m thinking.”
Bokuto gave a breath of a laugh as if he found Akaashi unbelievable.
Akaashi’s gaze snapped sharply to the cooler Sakusa had suggested he keep on hand, but Akaashi thought he wouldn't use. “One second.”
Bokuto stiffened. “Where—”
Akaashi backed off the bed, and the needy whines from Bokuto were both arousing and concerning, so he hesitated. “I’m not leaving the room, okay?” Akaashi leaned over and kissed Bokuto’s knee. “I love you.”
“Okay,” Bokuto mumbled. “Love you too.”
Akaashi took no more than thirty seconds to get what he needed from the cooler and soon found himself back kneeling between Bokuto’s legs, mindful of the spreader bar higher up on his thighs. Time being limited with what he wanted to do, Akaashi leaned over Bokuto’s chest without pause.
He pressed his mouth to Bokuto’s sternum and opened his lips just enough to let the ice cube in his mouth touch the flushed, hot skin underneath him.
Bokuto lurched, tugging hard on the restrains, and Akaashi could feel the hard flex of his abs. Feel those generous pecs squeeze together as Bokuto tugged hard enough to make their headboard groan.
Akaashi’s cock ached while his mouth slid the ice over cooling wax and exposed skin, catching Bokuto off guard again and again as the ice cube left a wet trail over him when it touched.
Bokuto cried out when Akaashi’s cold mouth moved down the junction between his hip and his groin. Bokuto’s cock throbbed against his cheek. Akaashi turned his head and dragged the last bit of ice over the hot length of Bokuto’s cock.
Some twisted sound he hadn’t heard before left Bokuto’s mouth in a mess of jumbled sounds and Akaashi’s name mangled.
A thread inside Akaashi snapped.
Akaashi reached for his zipper and fumbled to get it down. He gasped when he came free of his boxers, and pressed his palm to himself to try and release some of the pressure.
Huge mistake.
Detrimental.
He throbbed, orgasm flaring, and had to close his eyes to hold it back.
“Keiji,” Bokuto breathed his name, clearly enjoying what he was seeing. “Fuck.”
When the urge passed, he opened his eyes, drinking in Bokuto’s restrained and struggling form. Why haven’t we ever done something this before? Why didn’t we consider it? Because Akaashi didn’t think he’d ever seen Bokuto so flushed and sweaty, so keen in his entire life.
“Keiji.” Bokuto craned his neck, staring pointedly at Akaashi’s cock. “Please.”
“You want this?”
Bokuto blinked, surprised by the low tone, but the surprise quickly melted into a devious grin that showed the tip of his canine tooth. “I need it, Keiji.”
That did something to Akaashi, folded him then and there. “Okay, Bo.” Akaashi reached for the lube and slicked himself up, biting his lip at the cold sensation and doing his best to ignore how it felt. “I’ll give you what you need.”
Not bothering to peel his clothes off entirely, Akaashi grabbed hold of the spreader bar and shoved it up, exposing Bokuto to him. The flutter of his pink hole, already ready and waiting for him to put his cum inside.
Pregnant Bo.
Akaashi’s chest pressed against the spreader bar in his hurry to get between Bokuto’s legs. It forced Bokuto to remain exposed to him and Akaashi’s weight held the bar there while he situated his cock, leaking now, against Bokuto’s hole.
“You want this?” Akaashi teased, anticipation curling in his gut.
Bokuto moaned. “Keiji, love, please.”
“Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Your cock,” Bokuto whined. “Please.”
Akaashi pushed inside and Bokuto whimpered at the size. Bokuto was so warm and tight, Akaashi closed his eyes, letting heat mold them together until he was fully inside.
Bokuto jerked, trying to reach out to touch Akaashi, but the restraints held him where he was and a powerful high took over Akaashi, blinded him, and he started to thrust. Bokuto’s thighs trembled where they were held. “So, good for me, Bo,” Akaashi said, hearing his own voice begin to shake. “Taking me like this.”
Bokuto’s head buried into the pillow to his left, giving Akaashi a view he wanted to devour as cooled wax cracked against Bokuto’s skin. He wanted to lick his nipples, bite them, toy with them until he got more delicious sounds from Bokuto, but the spreader bar was buried against his chest, keeping him at a distance.
He settled for hard thrusts like that would satisfy his need to eat Bokuto up. Like the friction of where they were joined could burn enough to offset the need to bite. Each snap of his hips came from desperation, and each made Bokuto howl, muffled and broken, into the pillow.
“Look at me,” Akaashi grunted with each thrust. “Koutarou.”
Bokuto’s eyes were glassy, unfocused, until they found Akaashi’s gaze, and took in the unhinged Alpha above him because Akaashi had no doubts he looked feral.
Bokuto’s eyes drank him in, pupils wide like the sight of Akaashi was the drug he needed, and as Akaashi pushed against the spreader bar, changing the angle, he brushed against Bokuto’s prostate. Those blurry, golden eyes snapped shut with a reverberating groan as Bokuto came untouched.
His body strained and shuddered, unable to writhe in the way he wanted, as he spilled hot onto his own stomach, pleasure knit in the divots of his face. It made Akaashi hungrier for his own, and his panting came shallow and fast, hips losing rhythm as he watched Bokuto struggle beneath him.
“I wanna…” Bokuto murmured deliriously. “I wanna baby, Keiji.”
And something between a gasp and a laugh broke between Akaashi’s clenched teeth as his orgasm shattered him. A garbled gasp cut off halfway as he throbbed inside of Bokuto, tension finally snapping as he came. He filled Bokuto with his cum and that thought had him trying to push deeper inside, trying to gain purchase on the mattress, but he had no more to give, so he gave a frustrated groan, giving only what he could. Bokuto clenched around him, spreading heat over his cock, until Akaashi was done.
Then, Akaashi collapsed against the spreader bar.
Bokuto made a pained sound.
“Sorry,” Akaashi murmured, delirious, but understanding his weight was bending Bokuto in half too much and somehow, he managed to pull off of the bar. Only to collapse onto the bed next to Bokuto, both of them filling the silence with heavy breaths.
Bokuto’s legs came down with a groan and he shifted against the sheets, still restrained.
Akaashi blinked up at the ceiling, which seemed to spin as he came down from his high and tried to get his thoughts into some semblance of order. Most of them were a swirl of seeing Bokuto like that, of the intoxicating power it gave him, and of the satisfaction of a good orgasm sinking into him.
“Keiji,” Bokuto rasped, squirming again.
“Yeah,” Akaashi breathed, trying to gain composure. “I’ve got you.”
Somehow, Akaashi managed to get his hands to work and freed Bokuto from the restraints. His muscles relaxing with every cuff undone. A blue bruise marred his thigh where he had strained against the leather. “Oh, babe,” Akaashi said softly, careful not to touch in case it was sore.
Through the satisfied drift of Akaashi’s mind, he remembered what Sakusa had said about how important aftercare was, and despite not doing anything like this before, Akaashi knew how to take care of Bokuto. They’d always done aftercare.
“I know you want to cuddle,” Akaashi said, still soft, “but I’m going to get a cold pack and a wet cloth for the wax. I’ll be right back.”
Bokuto nodded, eyes closed.
Akaashi stumbled for a second once he got off the bed, but reeled it in. Have to take care of Bo. He went and gathered what he needed from the bathroom before returning. By then, he felt the uncomfortable sweat drying between his clothes and skin, but Bokuto needed him first.
He cleaned off what he could of the wax until they could move to the shower and then pressed the cold pack to where the bruising was worse on his thigh. He moved Bokuto’s hand there to hold it in place. Bokuto tried to hold Akaashi’s hand at first, and Akaashi gave a fond smile until gently telling him he had to hold the ice pack. A flicker of a smile passed over Bokuto’s lips as he caught on and loosely held it against himself.
Akaashi crept off the bed and removed his sticky clothes, not bothering to dress into anything because when they were ready, they’d shower, so he crawled naked back into the bed and took the pack from Bokuto to hold it. He laid on his side, draping an arm over Bokuto’s waist and gently brushed a thumb over where his hip dipped into his torso. “How are you feeling, Bo?”
Bokuto nodded sleepily. “Mhm.”
Akaashi bit back another smile. “That isn’t an answer.”
“M’good.”
“Don’t fall asleep yet.” Akaashi drew in closer. “We need to shower.”
Bokuto’s brow furrowed in annoyance, but he exhaled, relenting. “’Kay.”
Akaashi kissed Bokuto’s cooling skin, at his shoulder and his arm, the corner of his jaw while they laid there quietly, letting the contentment of the scene fall over them. Because that was what it had been, a scene. Maybe not as extreme as some things Akaashi had heard or read about, but a scene nonetheless. And he’d…enjoyed it. Immensely.
Calm was slipping back into him, and rationale along with it. What the hell was that? He couldn’t help thinking of how insane he’d felt, how turned on he’d been, drunk on seeing Bokuto completely vulnerable to him. His cheeks warmed. That was so hot.
Bokuto finally shifted, eyes fluttering as he came out of his own buzz, and he tilted his head to Akaashi, giving him a sleepy grin. “Hi, my love.”
“How do you feel?”
Bokuto stretched a little. “Little sore, but really good.”
“Good.”
They laid there for a second in satisfied quiet before Bokuto spoke. “Keiji?”
“Yeah, Kou?”
“I think you might be kinkier than we realized. You seemed very into that.”
It couldn’t be helped, Akaashi flushed bright red. He kept his expression carefully neutral, composed, but the heat of his body always betrayed him. “Yes, I suppose I was.”
“Oh, baby.” Bokuto laughed. He twisted to wrap an arm over Akaashi and to draw them against one another. “It’s totally okay to be into that.”
Akaashi shoved his face into Bokuto’s bicep. “That was fun.”
Bokuto laughed again. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Maybe we should have tried something like this earlier.”
They’d never needed it, but… “It was really fun,” Akaashi said again.
“Do you want to do something like that again sometime?”
Akaashi peeled his face away, no point hiding it when Bokuto could so obviously see the embarrassing flush along the rest of his body. “Probably? I think so. But you like gentle sex, Bo. I don’t want you to give that up.”
Bokuto trailed his fingers along Akaashi’s arm. “Gentle reminder, Keiji, but we are married, we can do both for the rest of our lives. I had fun with this too.”
“Really?”
“Maybe not as much as you,” he teased.
“I’m leaving you.”
“I’m kidding.” Bokuto nuzzled into Akaashi’s neck. “But really, watching you lose your mind turns me on. My favourite thing ever is watching you feel good and enjoy yourself, so I’d let you do almost anything to see you like that again.”
“As long as you feel good and enjoy it, too,” Akaashi said.
“Oh, trust me, that was not a problem. That felt great.”
After they’d showered, Bokuto sat on the edge of the tub in his boxers. “What was Sakusa’s plan anyway?”
Akaashi flicked the needle he’d filled to get the air bubbles out. “What do you mean?”
“Sakusa thinks we’re knocking you up, not me.”
“Yes?”
“But I was tied up, so just…the positions…how was it supposed to work?”
Akaashi’s cheeks warmed at the thought of Bokuto in the spreader bar and cuffs. He crouched between Bokuto’s legs in an attempt to hide his reaction. “He suggested that I ride you while you were unable to move much."
“Oh.” Bokuto paused. “That’d be hot too.”
“Agreed. Ready?” Akaashi asked, pinching a bit of fatty tissue from Bokuto’s abdomen.
“Yup.”
It took only a few seconds to administer, but Akaashi didn’t stand up immediately afterwards, still looking over the flat surface of Bokuto’s abdomen. The place he’d carry their baby. And, without much thought, he smoothed his hand over it.
Bokuto’s larger hand covered his a moment later. “It’ll happen.”
“Who’s next in your team’s ridiculous game?”
“Provided he’s still onboard, it’s Iwa.”
Notes:
I can never tell if the smut is good or not when I write it 😅
That being said, there will be plot alongside the upcoming smut :)
Chapter 10: Week 0
Chapter Text
Bokuto
A whoop met Bokuto when he got to the locker room the next day. Atsumu stood shirtless in the middle of the room with a heavy-lidded grin. “Someone got laid last night.”
Bokuto grinned. “Sure did.”
Then, a shadow fell over him. Sakusa loomed above him with dark, intense eyes. “How was it?” A wadded-up jersey hit Sakusa in the back of the head and he snapped his neck around to glare at Atsumu. “What the hell, Miya?”
“You can’t fuckin’ ask him that.”
“Why not?”
Atsumu blinked. “That’s a good point. Bo, how was it?”
All sets of eyes fell onto Bokuto.
Not someone uncomfortable with the spotlight, Bokuto didn’t flinch under their stares, but he knew Akaashi probably didn't want the entire team to know the intimate details from last night or about his discovered enjoyment of kink. “It was good.”
Sakusa jaw muscle ticked. Atsumu let out another whoop.
“What?” Bokuto said. “What’d I say wrong?”
“Good?” Sakusa repeated. “That’s it?”
“Hell yeah,” Atsumu cheered. “Omi shoots straight to the bottom.”
Oikawa crossed one leg over the other. “Are any of us surprised?”
“I am,” Hinata chipped in.
Sakusa stared daggers into Bokuto’s head. “Good?”
“It was.”
“That’s it?”
Atsumu strutted over. “How many times did you come?”
Bokuto blinked. “What?”
“That doesn’t matter,” Sakusa said.
“Though I’m loathe to agree with Miya,” Oikawa added, “that should be part of the judging criteria.”
“No,” Sakusa disagreed flatly. “Not all scenes have multiple orgasms.”
“Guys,” Meian snapped. “This is a workplace.”
Ignoring him entirely, Sakusa continued, “What if they were edging?”
“You can come more than once from edgin’,” Atsumu dismissed. “We both know that.”
“That still isn’t fair criteria," Sakusa argued. "Too many variables.”
“Why ain’t it fair?” Atsumu got up in his face. “Is it ‘cause you think they only got a measly one orgasm each from your good scene?”
“I have no idea.” Sakusa gestured to Bokuto. “He isn’t exactly forthcoming on the details of their night.”
“It sounds to me,” Kuroo said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, “that we need a score out of ten.”
“Oh, great idea,” Hinata added. “Every night we plan is going to be wildly different, so giving it a score is a great idea. They could base it on how fun it was! How turned on they got!”
“All excellent suggestions, Hinata.” Kuroo waltzed over to the whiteboard and picked up a marker, scribbling onto it. “We need more criteria for the score.”
“Not,” Sakusa said, still glaring at Atsumu, “number of orgasms.”
“Fine.” Atsumu rolled his eyes. “How ‘bout how good it felt?”
“Can I suggest general vibes?” Oikawa asked. “The aesthetic of the night?”
“That’s the stupidest—” Atsumu started.
“No, that’s good,” Kuroo cut in. “Bokuto and Akaashi need to judge the night as whole. Actually, creativity for the scene should be on there too. So, Bo,” Kuroo said, turning to him, “based on this criteria, what score does Sakusa get?”
“I, uh…I don’t know—”
“Bo, give us a number so we know what to beat,” Atsumu insisted.
Sakusa’s stared Atsumu down. “You won’t beat me.”
“No,” Oikawa agreed, “but I might. Give me a target, Bokuto.”
“Yeah,” Hinata added. “How was last night?”
Sakusa’s dagger stare moved from Atsumu to Bokuto. “Tell us.”
And with everyone staring at him with all their expectations, Bokuto sat up straighter, figuring he was too deep into this now and loudly proclaimed, “A six.”
Atsumu looked thrilled.
“Six?” Sakusa hissed.
“That’s a good score,” Bokuto protested.
Kuroo wrote Sakusa’s name at the top of the board. “And, so, Sakusa is in the lead.”
“That won’t last,” Oikawa said with a razor-edge grin. “Hajime’s up next.”
Atsumu pivoted on his feet to face Iwa. “You’re still in?”
Iwa’s gaze slid over to Oikawa, and gruffly, he nodded. “Yeah.”
“He almost said no once I explained what we were doing.” Oikawa smirked. “But I can be very convincing.”
“What’d you do?” Atsumu asked.
“This morning in the shower—”
Iwa slammed his hand over Oikawa’s mouth. “No.”
Meian ran a hand down his face and stared hopelessly at Iwa. “You too?”
Iwa shrugged. “My husband’s hot. He gave me no choice.” Then, Iwa tapped the clipboard he had in hand. “Enough of this, time to warm-up. We have a game in a couple days.”
Everyone got busy changing into their gear and thankfully stopped interrogating Bokuto about his sex life. Maybe Akaashi was right about the team being too involved, but honestly, Sakusa’s suggestions last night had been…so fun. So hot. Watching Akaashi with that feral look in his eyes every time Bokuto made a desperate sound. Their night played on repeat in Bokuto’s head.
At one time, they hadn’t been sure Akaashi would be able to take control like that, and now, they did it without thinking twice.
Bokuto really loved him.
“Bo,” Iwa called, walking over.
“What’s up? Bokuto asked, pulling his brain back to the here and now.
“I've got your modified training schedule here. They were emailed over this morning.” Iwa’s brows scrunched together while he read through the training notes given from Dr. Yuna. “These modifications look really to similar to when I—” He cut off abruptly, staring a second more before his gaze flicked over to Bokuto.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Iwa said, returning to writing on the clipboard. “It’s all good.”
After practice, but before he went home, Bokuto lingered in the showers and then in the locker room until he was the last one there. While he knew he needed to get home so Akaashi and him could sleep together, he really wanted to do this alone.
It felt wrong to not have Akaashi here, but he didn’t want to upset him or send him spiraling into depression again, so Bokuto sat alone on the bench and waited. Better to do it here, where Akaashi wouldn’t find the test in the wastebasket at home or anything. Once the ten minutes were up, Bokuto checked the pregnancy test only to see the negative result staring back at him.
He shrugged his shoulders.
They still had time.
“Koutarou?”
Bokuto rolled away from Akaashi with a groan.
“I hear something.”
“M’not snoring.”
“No, like,” Akaashi’s fist curled into Bokuto’s shirt, “in the house.”
And, like a crack of lightning, Bokuto was upright in the bed. “I’ll go.”
“I can go with you.”
“No.” Bokuto picked up the bat next to his bed. “I’ve got it.”
A couple years ago, Akaashi had been mistakenly kidnapped by a couple of Oikawa’s friends, and since then weird sounds in the night put him on edge. Since then, Bokuto had willingly become the default checker for any weird sounds. “Stay here to call emergency if I shout.”
“Okay.”
Outside the room, Bokuto heard faint sounds coming from the living room, so on quiet feet, he made his way down the stairs and towards the living room. From the hallway he could see the curtains blowing in the open window. Bokuto’s heart hammered in his chest. He crept silently forwards. A territorial growl and an urge to rip whoever was there in half building through his body.
He took a sharp breath and turned the corner, freezing with the bat. “Iwa?”
Iwa stared back from across the living room where he was crouched by their bookshelf. “Don’t swing.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“I needed something.”
“What?” Bokuto hissed back.
"I needed...something," he repeated.
"What could you possibly need?"
Iwa’s eyes slid to the side. “I can’t tell you. It’s for the game.”
“Oh…yeah, okay.” Bokuto lowered the bat. “But why now?”
Iwa sighed. “It was late and I wanted to keep this a secret from you. Oikawa convinced me to do it and it seemed like a less stupid idea when he was giving me a blowjob earlier.” Iwa stared at the shelf again, frowning deeply. “Shittykawa. Anyway, I’ll be gone soon. You can head back to bed.”
“Okay. You can use the front door instead of the window,” Bokuto offered. “Remember to lock it.”
“I will.”
And with that, Bokuto headed back upstairs.
Akaashi was sitting up in bed, phone in his hand when Bokuto returned. “So?”
“It was Iwa.” Bokuto set the bat down. “He needed something for the sex games.”
Akaashi gave Bokuto a deadpan stare. “Did you leave him down there?”
“Yeah.”
“You saw no problem with that?”
“It’s just Iwa.”
Akaashi stared for a long second and then, with an exasperated sigh, he buried fully under the blanket. Bokuto crawled back into bed and went to sleep immediately.
A canopy of stars decorated the night as they followed the map given to them by Iwa that morning. It led them across a field on the outskirts of Tokyo, and Bokuto could feel Akaashi’s hand tensing in his the further they went from the road and into the dark. “It’s okay,” Bokuto said confidently. “Iwa wouldn’t send us anywhere dangerous.”
Whether it was because of the night chill or Akaashi’s nerves, he folded against Bokuto for comfort, and Bokuto wrapped a protective arm around him as they walked. Out in the distance there were lights of a house or possibly a farm, so they weren’t nowhere, but otherwise the only break in the darkness was the house.
Akaashi stopped suddenly. “I think it’s over there.”
“What?”
“Iwa’s instructions end at that…" Akaashi squinted into the dark. "It looks like a truck.”
Sitting in the middle of the field, Bokuto could barely make out the silhouette of a pick-up truck, but it had to be what they were looking for. It did, however, scream about-to-be-murdered in the middle of a field in the middle of the night. “It has to be.”
“Do we keep going?”
“Again,” Bokuto stepped forwards, “Iwa wouldn’t do anything to hurt us.”
Of all their teammates, Iwa was someone Bokuto knew Akaashi would trust, so fortunately Akaashi nodded and they continued.
When they reached the truck it didn’t have any wheels on it. Long strands of grass had started to overtake its sides and headlights as it sat forgotten and abandoned in the field.
Akaashi peeled away from Bokuto. “The instructions said there would be a switch, right?”
“Yeah.” They just hadn’t said they would be inside a truck. “Try near the steering wheel.”
Akaashi pulled open the driver side door of the old truck and rummaged around for a few seconds. "Found it."
Instantly, the truck bed lit up. A series of small, delicate lanterns hung along the sides of the truck poured warm, soft light over a cozy bunch of blankets and pillows arranged in the truck bed. It looked incredibly cozy and intimate in the emptiness of the surrounding fields and night stars.
Bokuto grabbed Akaashi’s hand, pulling him out. “Keiji, look at this.”
Akaashi let himself be pulled, but froze to the spot when he saw the view in front of them. The lantern lights reflected back in his glasses as he took it all in. He leaned into Bokuto, folding once again into his side, and Bokuto felt his quiet exhale. “It’s beautiful,” Akaashi whispered.
Bokuto squeezed him tight. “Iwa did a good job.”
Now this, this was familiar to them. The intimacy of the dark and the romantic stars above and the complete isolation they had from the world. This was how it often felt when they slept together, like they were the only two who existed. Sometimes, Bokuto was convinced they were. And Bokuto's head could go quiet, with no one else, but Akaashi with him. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
“I’m fine.”
“Sure you are. Let's go anyway.”
Bokuto climbed up first and then offered a hand to pull Akaashi up too. The bed of the truck had been lined with a thin mattress to make it more comfortable and Bokuto’s knees sunk into it as they crawled across the thick green blanket. Bokuto reached for another blanket folded to the side to wrap Akaashi in when Akaashi pointed at the truck's rear window. “Look at this.”
Photos from their wedding were strung on twine, hanging from one corner of the truck’s window to the other. One photo where they danced alone before they’d join the guests at the reception. Bokuto in white, Akaashi in black. They’d wanted a moment that belonged only to them after the wedding ceremony and they’d found it in a empty room in the reception hall. No music, only holding each other.
Akaashi scooted forwards, fingers touching the edges of another photo where they shared a kiss at the alter. The guest list had been small, only those who were supportive of their relationship, and in that photo the freedom to kiss each other was obvious. “This is what Iwa needed from our place," Akaashi said quietly. "Our wedding photos. These looked photocopied so he didn't damage the originals.”
Bokuto smiled at his husband. Leave it to Akaashi to notice a small, inconsequential detail when all Bokuto noticed was the love hold in every frame and the warmth expanding in his chest. He knelt on the blanket next to Akaashi, pressing their shoulders together. “This is one of my favourites.”
There was a photo of Bokuto grinning wide and Akaashi smiling softly, each with a small dollop of icing on their noses. They'd agreed on no cakes smashed into faces, only carefully placed icing on the tips of each nose. Bokuto knew at the time an audience had been watching them, but he only ever remembered Akaashi in that moment.
Akaashi made the world quiet.
While Akaashi took in each photo, Bokuto watched him until his heart began to ache for him.
“Come here,” Bokuto said, taking Akaashi’s hand and tugging gently.
Akaashi fell towards him and met his eyes.
Akaashi’s green ones were huge and dark tonight, like Bokuto was his everything.
Their mouths found each other easily. Soft tonight, and warm in their touch. The bottom of Akaashi’s lip moved against Bokuto’s top one, working his mouth open. Akaashi’s tongue slid inside, meeting his, and heat bellowed in Bokuto’s chest.
His hands started venturing, undoing Akaashi’s jacket and sliding it off of his shoulders despite the cold. When Bokuto dipped to Akaashi’s neck, breathing him in, Akaashi worked him out of his jacket, but Bokuto barely noticed the cold, too distracted by his perfect mate.
Bokuto’s fingers curled into Akaashi’s hair, bringing their mouths back to fit together.
Pleasure began to hum inside Bokuto. His pants getting tight.
Akaashi’s hand slid down and fondled him through the fabric, hurrying along his erection and Bokuto softly sighed into his mouth. “Feels good,” he murmured quietly. Akaashi found his tip and gently squeezed. A small sound caught in Bokuto’s throat. “Let me have you too.”
Bokuto pulled back, taking in Akaashi’s already wild curls. The wind and Bokuto’s hand having messed them up. He reached out and brushed some strands aside before carefully taking Akaashi’s glasses off. “I don’t want to break them.”
Akaashi didn’t need them anyway. They knew each other’s bodies as well as they knew their own.
Bokuto slowly undid the buttons of Akaashi’s shirt. Taking him in like a prized treasure when each inch of bared skin and when the cool night air reached him, Akaashi shivered and moved closer to Bokuto’s warmth. Bokuto slid his arms under Akaashi’s shirt, circling his slender waist and tugged him in, both to keep him warm and to feel how perfectly he fit in the embrace of his arms. “Under the covers?”
Akaashi shivered. “Please.”
They removed the last of their clothes before getting beneath the blanket. It draped over Bokuto’s back as he straddled Akaashi's hips.
With a steadying hand against the small of Akaashi’s back, Bokuto lowered him down against the plush pillows to kiss him. The heat of his mouth moving from his lips to the pale curve of his neck and down the canyon between his pecs and eventually over to his sensitive nipples.
Akaashi groaned and arched when Bokuto gently tugged on each one with his teeth. Their bodies meeting against each other. Bokuto let go and replaced his teeth with his tongue, toying and playing with the hard nub. Against his belly Akaashi’s cock rubbed, leaving a wet trail of precum between them as he grew more firm.
“Kou,” Akaashi pushed his shoulder, breathing heavily. “Trade positions with me.”
“I can be on top, if you want.” Bokuto didn’t mind spoiling him. "Ride you?"
“Not tonight. If that’s okay?”
“’Course.” Whatever Akaashi wanted, always. Bokuto wrapped his arms beneath Akaashi’s arched back and rolled them over, finding himself buried in the soft makeshift bed. He blinked up at Akaashi, the small lanterns illuminating his black curls and the stars a canopy of art behind him.
Bokuto couldn’t help it, his fingers caressed down Akaashi’s cheek like he held something precious and when his hand got low enough to trace Akaashi’s lips, Akaashi turned his head to kiss his palm instead. “You’re beautiful, Keiji.”
Akaashi’s kiss turned into a smile against Bokuto’s hand. “Thank you.”
Akaashi reached down between Bokuto’s legs to remove the plug they’d put there earlier to prepare him for the night. Akaashi’s reached for the lube in a small box Iwa had left for them and soon, the toy was replaced by slender fingers moving in and out of him, and Bokuto’s head tipped back to exhale in pleasure.
Akaashi didn’t hurry, and Bokuto indulged in the flickers of pleasure pulsing in his cock. His patient husband, who no doubt was turned on as much, if not more, than Bokuto, didn’t rush him.
But the brush of Akaashi’s fingers on Bokuto’s prostate wasn’t enough. Bokuto needed to feel Akaashi inside. Bokuto gave a soft whimper. “Make love to me, Keiji.”
Akaashi's fingers receded again for the lube and he slicked himself up. When Akaashi bit his bottom lip at his own hand stroking him, Bokuto felt his heart thud against his ribs. No one had ever looked this beautiful beneath a nighttime canopy. No one ever would again.
As Akaashi climbed slowly up Bokuto’s body, his mouth trailed a path over the swell of Bokuto’s muscles. Hot, wet licks moved up his chest and neck until Akaashi’s mouth met his again and kissed him breathlessly.
Bokuto’s hand crawled into his curls again, holding him close while they had their fill of each other. He felt Akaashi adjusting between his legs so he was lined up. “Ready?” Akaashi rasped.
“Yeah.”
When Akaashi pushed in, every inch was measured as it filled Bokuto. Ripples of pleasure rolled through him and quiet moans tumbled from Bokuto’s mouth until Akaashi was fit fully inside.
Akaashi began to move. The roll of his hips steady and building the heat between their bodies. Every time he entered, Bokuto’s breathing stretched unevenly. The places where they fit together, bodies pressed into one another, felt intimate in the night. Bokuto knew they’d always been meant for each other, but it never felt as true as it did than in the moments where they could give and take in this physical way.
The lanterns were unneeded to find their way across each other’s bodies. Fingertips finding the soft, slight curves of Akaashi’s hips or the hardened muscle of Bokuto’s chest without any effort. Bringing pleasure as they revisited the spaces that had always felt like home.
Bokuto’s hand slid up between Akaashi’s shoulder blades, scratching lightly at his skin, and Akaashi gave broken little breaths in the middle of every open-mouthed kiss they shared. He was coming undone, Bokuto felt it in the studder of his hips and the hurries of his breaths. The thrusts came deeper, edging Bokuto to his own climax.
As Bokuto wound tighter, his hands wandered over Akaashi’s shoulder blades and up to the nape of his neck. He worked his fingers into Akaashi’s hair and moaned low into his ear.
Akaashi gave a tiny, caught sound before he came. His whole body shuddering to a stop as his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth fell open, caught in the pleasure ruining his body. He throbbed inside Bokuto, heat filling him. Bokuto inched up slightly on his elbow as he was filled and kissed the corner of Akaashi’s mouth and his cheek and the eyes that had fluttered closed.
“I love you,” Bokuto whispered.
Akaashi moaned at the words. Another shockwave jolting his hips.
When Akaashi was done, it took him a second to get his bearings, and then he reached between their bodies to stroke Bokuto. Bokuto’s eyes fell shut as his body coiled tight. He pulsed in Akaashi’s tight grip, thighs trembling, as the edge of Bokuto's orgasm spread across his body.
“You’re my star, Koutarou Bokuto,” Akaashi whispered.
Light broke behind Bokuto’s eyelids as he came. Pleasure mixing with the overwhelm of feelings knit in his heart as his hips twitched and relief followed. He throbbed and spilled onto their skin with rough sounds. Akaashi worked him through it, stroking him until he started to go limp.
When he was done, Akaashi eased down onto Bokuto’s chest as together they breathed in the chill of the night and got lost in the feel of each other.
After using the towels, wet wipes, and bottles of water Iwa had left them to clean up with they crawled back under the thick blanket, still undressed, so they could relax against each other. The silence was comfortable while they snuggled in.
Akaashi rested his head against Bokuto’s bare chest, staring up at the stars, and he was buried up to his chin beneath the blanket. Bokuto, who often ran hot, was plenty warm enough with Akaashi and the blanket covering most of him and he didn’t need anything more. Really, he found Akaashi adorable snuggled in like that.
His fingers lightly dragged up and down Akaashi’s arm, making him shiver every few minutes from the touch. While Akaashi watched the stars, Bokuto watched him, knowing he held his entire world in his arms. Nothing could have stopped them from being together, Bokuto and Akaashi had proven that to themselves over and over again.
And, when Bokuto went through his heat, Akaashi would be there for him.
He was sure of it.
“I have a question.”
Akaashi tipped his head back. “Yes?”
Bokuto fidgeted, not quite sure how to word this, but it had been bugging him. “You mentioned awhile ago how you couldn’t go through with another heat because of the way I look at you.” Bokuto watched Akaashi carefully. “What did you mean?”
Akaashi’s eyes fell away from him and watched the sky again. “You looked at me differently than when you look at me in rut.” Bokuto felt Akaashi shift, tucking his hands together. “I know you’re bi and that’s fine, but you looked…I don’t know.”
“Horny?” Bokuto supplied.
“No. You look horny with my ruts too. But when I had a heat there was this…desperation you had.” Akaashi got quieter. “It was a different sort of need. I don’t know how to explain it, but I didn’t like how you looked at me.”
Bokuto frowned. “Did you get in your head again about not being an Omega?”
Akaashi tensed. “It would be easier for you if I was. That’s all.”
“I want you exactly as you are, Keiji. Always have.”
“I know. I was just in my head about it during my heats.”
Bokuto tipped Akaashi’s chin so he could meet his eyes. “If I could mate with you again to prove I only want you exactly as you are, I would.”
“No need for that.” Akaashi gave a slight, sly smile. “Six times was plenty.”
Chapter 11: Many Weeks Ago in High School
Notes:
Just to clear something up, I went back and added chapter titles to most of the chapters, so yes Week 0 was on the last one, nothing is happening with the timeline yet (sorry) that's why it says Week 0 for multiple weeks - Just trust me on this, 10 Weeks will become relevant, I know most folks are dying to know lol
also this particular fic will have flashback chapters to when Akaashi and Bo got together as it will be relevant to the rest of the plot! (I also just wanted to write about them getting together 😊)
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Many Weeks Ago in High School...
Akaashi
At fourteen years old, Akaashi Keiji already had a good idea that he was going to be an Omega.
That was usually how it went. Though he hadn’t presented yet, he had an attraction to Alphas and, typically speaking, most teenagers knew who they were attracted to before they presented. More often than not it followed that an attraction to Alphas meant you’d become an Omega, an attraction to Omegas meant you’d become an Alpha, and Betas often fell for each other of the opposing sex.
Typically.
He knew there were some people who didn’t develop attraction until after they presented, and there were those whose attraction changed after they presented. There were also those attracted to more than one sex or the same-sex, but those were rarely discussed in health class.
He knew these things, but given how abundantly clear it was that he was attracted to Alphas, he was sure he’d present as an Omega.
And so, at fourteen years old, Akaashi Keiji had his life planned out.
He’d present as an Omega, find an Alpha to mate with, and have exactly two kids. He would work part-time as a professor at a university – likely in literature or history – while raising those kids. And, he would live in Tokyo to stay near his parents.
This was a rational plan.
But he still had to tell his parents he suspected he'd be an Omega.
His straight Beta parents.
He shoved a hand through his hair and tapped his pen against his notebook. Throughout the crowded hallways of Fukurodani, students came and went as the lunch hour passed. He’d been sitting by his locker the entire period trying to write down exactly what he would tell them. That they needed to prepare to have an Omega in the house. Beta parents weren’t always great with that and Akaashi refused to be unprepared.
He was about to try rewording what he'd come up with when a shoulder collided with his as Bokuto dropped next to him on the floor and leaned over to see what Akaashi was working on. “I couldn’t find you anywhere for lunch. What’re you doing?”
Akaashi covered the notebook with his hand. “Nothing important.”
“Come on. Tell me. It looks important.”
“Bokuto-san.”
“I want to know,” Bokuto whined. “Please.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I’d say it does. You went missing during lunch and your eyebrows are all scrunched up.” He furrowed his brows to show Akaashi what he meant. “Like this.”
“So?”
“It means you’re overthinking something.” Bokuto slid closer. “Was it that set you made last week that cost us the game?”
“Thanks for that reminder, Bokuto, but no.”
“How about when you tripped in the library and knocked over those books?”
“Also, no.”
“How about—”
“Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto pouted. “I won’t judge.”
Akaashi sighed, knowing that was true. Bokuto was the last person to ever judge anyone about anything. Maybe it would be good practice to tell someone he knew wouldn’t judge his assumptions about how he’d present. So, he took a breath. “I want to tell my parents I think I’m going to present as an Omega.”
Bokuto’s eyebrows rose on his forehead. “Oh.”
“We don’t have to talk about this,” Akaashi said, reaching for his bag. “We should—”
“Aren’t both your parents Betas?”
“They are which is why I want to tell them before it happens.” Akaashi shifted. “I know it’s rare for two Betas to have an Omega or Alpha kid, but being a Beta doesn’t feel like it will last.” He didn’t know how to explain the feeling exactly, almost like he was outgrowing the body he was in. “I feel like I’ll present at some point.”
Bokuto nodded. “I get that.”
“You do?”
“I don’t think I’ll be staying a Beta either.”
“Probably not since your moms are an Alpha and Omega.” But they’d know what to do if Bokuto did present, unlike Akaashi’s parents who’d make it uncomfortable and embarrassing for him because they had no experience with it.
Bokuto shifted. “But why do you think you’ll be an Omega?”
Akaashi tensed a bit. Most people kept their attractions to themselves until they presented, in case it changed or they were wrong about who they’d be. Akaashi was pretty sure how he’d present, but he wanted to keep his attractions to Alphas to himself until he did. “I’ll tell you when I’m sure, okay?”
Bokuto pouted again and huffed. “Fine.”
A smile tugged at Akaashi’s lips, but he didn’t say anything.
For a second, Bokuto watched the horde of students walk past before leaning in conspiratorially close. “Can you keep a secret?”
“Yes.”
“You promise?”
“Yes, Bokuto-san.”
“I could present either way I think.”
“Why’s that?”
Bokuto crossed his arms. “You have your secrets and I have mine.”
Akaashi lifted an eyebrow. “If this is your way of trying to get me to share my secret by begging for yours, you’re going to be incredibly disappointed.”
“Akaashi,” Bokuto grumbled.
Hiding another smile, Akaashi reached for his bag. “We need to get to class.”
“Fine.”
They clamoured up to their feet, but before they could head in the directions of their separate classes, Bokuto grabbed Akaashi’s shirtsleeve to pull him back. “I bet your parents are going to be glad you told them.”
Akaashi glanced at his notebook. “I have to figure out what to say.”
“It’ll come to you. I know it will.”
“Thank you, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto-san
Did you talk to them yet?
Akaashi
About to.
Bokuto-san
😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁👌👍👍👍👍👍
😎😎😎😎🤩🤩🤩🤩🫡🫡🫡😁😁😁😁
At least one of them was excited.
“Okay, Keiji, we’re ready,” his father said, sitting down on the living room couch with a cup of tea.
Standing in front of them, Akaashi clasped his hands together. “I wanted to tell you both something.”
Concern flitted across his mother’s brow, but she didn’t interrupt him. The furrow of her brow reminded him of what Bokuto had said earlier today, about how Akaashi did that to when he was thinking hard. Akaashi looked more like his mother, dark hair and green eyes, but he got his height from his father.
Akaashi took a breath. “I—” His voice decided at that moment to crack. It had been doing that a lot lately at the worst times. Puberty was an experience from the depths of hell. Thankfully, neither of his parents drew any attention to it.
“You can tell us anything, sweetheart,” his mother reassured. “Really.”
Akaashi heard what some of the other kids at school said, that he was weird, a bit odd, but his parents seemed to love whatever he threw their way. He hoped they’d be understanding about this too.
He cleared his throat. “I think there’s a high possibility I’ll present as an Omega.”
For what felt like too long, nobody spoke, leaving Akaashi to cringe at the following silence. He wanted to be anywhere, but here. Maybe the floor would swallow him.
His father finally broke the silence. “Why is that?”
Was there anything worse than discussing this with his parents? Akaashi shifted uncomfortably. “I’m attracted to Alphas already. Only them. Only boys.” That last bit also came out awkwardly, knowing how Betas were typically attracted to the opposite sex like how his parents were. “So, yeah.”
“Are you sure?” his father asked.
“There’s always a possibility I'm wrong," he admitted, "but I’m pretty sure.”
“Okay,” his mother said like she was still absorbing his admission. “Okay.”
His father shifted forward on the couch. “I’m glad you told us.”
And, for the first time, relief dropped Akaashi’s shoulders from his ears. “I wanted you to be ready to have an Omega in the house since you're Betas.”
His father gave a lop-sided smile. “We’re Betas, but we aren’t clueless.”
His mother stared straight ahead, thinking. “We need to look into heats and patches. It might be a good idea to have some on hand. I should book you an appointment at the doctor’s to discuss things like suppressants so we get the right ones. If you want to take them.”
Akaashi had known his mother would go directly into research mode, so he was ready for this.
“I’ve prepared some information.” Akaashi held up pamphlets he’d gotten from the guidance office at the school so he wouldn’t have to discuss heats in-depth with his parents. “It includes explanations about heats, first heats, and suppressants and patches. Anything I might need if I want it because sometimes parents need to sign off to obtain them or I'll need a prescription from a doctor.”
His father set his tea down, looking at Akaashi fondly. “Of course you researched this.”
His mother started getting to her feet. “I want to give you a hug.”
Akaashi grumbled when she did, but honestly, it was nice to be loved.
When Akaashi was done talking to his parents – his mother had wanted to go over everything in detail, which had been awkward and uncomfortable, and he’d left while she was still researching birth control options which had set off a conversation about safe sex that made him want to die – he returned to his room, exhausted.
He collapsed facedown onto his bed, ready for sleep, but it didn’t come. It was ridiculous, but he was so relieved by how well it had gone that his brain wouldn’t shut off. He rolled onto his back and stared up at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling. Everything was going to be okay. His parents were going to be ready and completely supportive.
His window suddenly opened and a gust of chilly wind broke through. “Akaashi!”
Akaashi sat up, bewildered. “Bokuto-san?”
“Hello.” Bokuto tossed a leg over the windowsill. “You weren’t answering your phone.”
Akaashi glanced at his closed door. “I was still talking to my parents.”
Bokuto practically fell into the room. “Did you know you can climb the tree outside and get in through your window?”
“Well, I know that now.”
Bokuto crossed the room like it was his and fell down onto the bed with Akaashi so they were both looking up at the plastic stars. Akaashi shifted over a bit to give the larger boy more room so they fit comfortably.
“How’d it go?” Bokuto asked.
“Actually, really well.”
“That’s amazing.”
“It was embarrassing, but they’re supportive.”
“Embarrassing? Why?”
It figured Bokuto wouldn’t understand why anything would be embarrassing. He walked around like there wasn’t an embarrassed bone in his body. Akaashi folded his hands together on his stomach. “Talking to them about heats and patches. My mom got on about birth control.”
Bokuto turned his head. “You need birth control?”
“Eventually. Probably. Not right now.” Akaashi’s hand flexed, understanding what the answer to that question would imply. “You can’t ask someone that, Bokuto-san.”
“Oh. Okay.” Bokuto gave a yawn. “Can I sleepover?”
“I have to ask.” Akaashi sat up. “You’ll need to go down through the front door after a few minutes so they don’t know you snuck in first.”
“Can do.” Bokuto swung up and out of the bed, heading for the window.
Akaashi opened his door. “Mom! Can Bokuto come over for the night?”
“Yes, honey. That’s fine.”
Bokuto was already halfway out the window on his way down.
Later that week, Akaashi unzipped his gym bag to see a white box on top of his gym clothes with a note from his mother reading, Just in case, love Mom. Scent patches. He hastily zipped up his bag before any of his teammates could see it.
Where had she even gotten them? A prescription was needed for them and he hadn’t presented yet. He glanced around the locker room to see if anyone was watching, and for a second got distracted by one of the shirtless third years that had presented as an Alpha earlier this year, before shaking his head and opening his bag again.
He shoved the box straight down to the bottom of the bag under his kneepads.
Omegas weren’t allowed on the starting lineup of the team at Fukurodani Academy, so he wanted to keep it under wraps for as long as possible so they wouldn’t bench him early. He was still wrestling with the idea his options in life might become limited because he'd be an Omega.
“Bokuto is out this week.” Coach Takeyuki Yamiji told them, cutting through the locker room chatter. “Yamato, I want you to fill in for him.”
“Why’s he out, Coach?” Washio asked.
“That isn’t for me to disclose.”
Everyone knew immediately. The teachers always got secretive when it happened.
Bokuto had presented.
Chatter broke out around the room, assumptions and questions, but Akaashi reached for his phone to text Bokuto immediately and ask if he was alright, if he needed anything brought to him. Mostly, Akaashi – like every other teammate – wanted to know how Bokuto had presented, Alpha or Omega, but he felt rude asking. Bokuto would tell him when he was ready, and right now he was probably too distracted to answer his phone anyway.
“Will he still be on the starting lineup?” Washio asked.
“We need him out there,” Yamato agreed.
“He’s out for the week,” Coach Yamiji stated again. “That’s all I have for right now.”
Grumbles and more chatter broke out.
“That’s enough,” Coach Yamiji said. “Get changed and hit the court.”
Bokuto was out for the entire week, and while Akaashi hung out with other teammates and classmates, he felt Bokuto’s missing presence acutely. Quite frankly, life wasn’t as lively and enthusiastic without him and the whole team felt it, playing more lacklustre than usual.
They texted, but sparingly, Bokuto replying that he was too distracted to text back properly. It was killing Akaashi to know how he had presented.
Akaashi was on his way to morning practice when he heard it.
“Hey, hey, hey!”
His feet moved faster, drawn to the locker room down the hall. Bokuto was back, which meant things would start to feel normal again. He heard voices and laughter from behind the closed door and Bokuto speaking too loudly as usual.
Akaashi opened the door, and swept the room with his eyes.
Bokuto had his jersey bunched in one hand, shirtless otherwise, and was cracking jokes with Konoha like he’d never left. His bicep flexed when he jokingly gave Konoha a light shove for something he’d said, and Akaashi was suddenly having difficulty looking anywhere other than at Bokuto’s arms and chest.
Until Bokuto turned, spotted him, and grinned. “Akaashi!”
Oh.
Oh shit.
Bokuto was hot.
Notes:
Most flashback chapters will be titled with Many, many weeks ago...
:)
Chapter 12: Many Weeks Ago in High School
Notes:
I've been so sick with a flu😭 the end of 2025 is really kicking my ass but this writer writes on!
So, there will be 4 flashbacks! This first set is them in high school. Last chapter was Akaashi and here is Bokuto's part :)
ALSO NOTE: Bokuto has a mini make-out sesh with an OC at the start - I know some folks hate that stuff
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
Chapter Text
Many Weeks Ago in High School
Bokuto
Okay.
Yeah, okay.
Bokuto was beginning to understand why Alphas liked Omegas’ heats so much.
He was into it. Very into it.
An electric charge hummed beneath his skin as the Omega straddling his hips grinded down on his lap and licked into his mouth. A soft growl, one that surprised him but felt right in his throat, filled the quiet of the empty classroom.
Music from down the hall faded into the recesses of Bokuto’s brain as his hands gripped the Omega’s hips harder like he had no other option, but to take. This feeling spreading through him was exhilarating – buzzy and light and demanding – and nothing his body had ever experienced before.
He wanted.
To own.
To satisfy them both.
To be inside.
To take care of the Omega.
He guided the Omega’s hips into a roll so his ass pressed against his crotch and—
Bokuto’s eyes squeezed tight. He was so hard. Calm down. Bokuto was fifteen and had presented as an Alpha less than two weeks ago. His new status and inexperience showed in his dick’s eagerness. I need to calm down. He was going to come in his pants if they didn’t—
The Omega gave a sudden soft exhale, his mouth moving from Bokuto’s lips to his neck and sealing over a small patch of skin. He gently began to suck. Bokuto abruptly crooked his neck, an awareness filtering through the pleasant haze of getting it on with an Omega in heat, and realizing if they kept going a dark hickey would be left behind. A mark of sorts.
Not only would his parents want to lecture him about being safe, but he would be marked.
And something in his stomach soured.
He barely knew this Omega. He couldn’t even recall his name right this second. They shared a class together and had been dancing at the school dance when his heat had set in. Bokuto had tried to help him out of the crowded gym to get to the cool air outside and then home, but instead they’d ended up making out in an empty classroom. Not that it had been hard to convince Bokuto to follow along.
But the Omega was marking him in a visible way. Like they knew each other intimately.
While Bokuto’s body was thrilled at the physical sensations, his chest felt apprehensive. Uneven. Unsure.
The Omega’s hands moved south for Bokuto’s belt and alarms went off. Bokuto’s hands shot down to grab the Omega’s wrists still and they both froze. After a long second, the Omega detached from his neck and leaned back so they could see each other.
The Omega was breathing hard, pupils blown out, skin flushed pink and e looked so, so hot.
Bokuto’s body craved, but something else was missing. Something crucial.
“Please,” the Omega whispered. “I need this.”
“I haven’t done this before,” Bokuto blurted.
He smiled back. “I can talk you through it.”
“No…I…” Bokuto rarely got flustered, but this did it. “I’m not ready.”
The Omega’s eyes shot down to the bulge in Bokuto’s pants. “I’d say you are.”
His body was. Hard and aching and urging.
But this isn’t how I want my first time. Bokuto nearly groaned at the thought, torn between getting what his body so badly felt it needed while knowing this didn’t feel right in other ways. Doing this with a near stranger felt…lacking. Not to mention vulnerable. It didn't feel like him. I want it to be with someone I care about. It should mean something.
There were only a few times in Bokuto’s life that he had he cursed his big heart, and right now was one of them. He gave a crooked smile and forced out the words. “I don’t want too.”
Surprise registered on the Omega’s face, then resignation, and he folded over. His forehead landing on Bokuto’s shoulder. “I’m so uncomfortable,” he murmured.
Now, Bokuto had absolutely zero experience with Omegas’ heats, but the skin pressed against his was feverish to the touch. Discomfort was etched into the Omega’s body, almost like he wanted to escape his own skin with the way he squirmed, which didn’t help Bokuto calm down at all. “I’m sorry.”
“Can you help me get home at least?”
“Um…”
“Please.”
Bokuto’s hands started to wander unprompted, sliding beneath the Omega’s shirt before he snatched them back. “Okay,” he agreed, his restraint thinning by the second. “But I can’t help you home alone.”
Dragging Akaashi along with them was the right call because if he weren’t here Bokuto half suspected he’d grab the Omega by the shoulders, push him back against the streetlight, and start making out with him again.
Hard as it was to keep his involuntary boner hidden with his oversized jacket, it was impossible not to keep checking the Omega out. Bokuto’s eyes kept straying towards him where he walked on Akaashi’s other side.
The snow crunched beneath their feet as they walked through the dark. None of them had a car and no one wanted to call a cab to put an in-heat Omega in it, and they really didn’t want to deal with any of their parents, so they walked.
When his eyes moved from the snow to the magnetic pull the Omega had on him, he found Akaashi looking up at him instead. Akaashi blinked suddenly and snapped his eyes back to the direction they were walking in. As they passed under a streetlight, his cheeks were flushed, and Bokuto blamed that on the cold wind. “Want my jacket, 'Kaasi?”
“No, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said quietly.
Bokuto could barely feel the cold, his blood thrumming too loudly.
The Omega with them stopped outside a small house. “Here’s my place.”
“Do you need anything else?” Akaashi asked.
The Omega’s eyes slid over to Bokuto, blatant wanting in them. “Yes, but I don’t think either of you are offering.”
Bokuto cleared his throat, eyes darting away. “No, sorry.”
“You sure you don’t want to come in?” the Omega asked. His eyes shifted to where Akaashi stood and he grinned. “We could have a threesome.”
Akaashi made a little choked sound that he turned into a cough and Bokuto gave him a funny look. “No, we’re good.”
“Bummer.” The Omega gave them a lopsided smile. “Thanks for getting me home.”
“No worries.”
Then, he was crunching through the snow to his door. With him gone, some of the pleasant fog that had settled over Bokuto’s head and excitement burning in his body immediately released. It lingered, but he no longer felt like he’d be influenced to do something he’d regret.
“I’ll walk you home,” Bokuto offered, heading off in the direction of Akaashi’s house. “I need to burn off some energy.”
Beneath his breath, Akaashi muttered, “When don’t you?”
It left a smile on Bokuto’s face as the two started off together.
Snow began to fall from the low-hanging clouds above and large flakes drifted through the streetlights and piled onto the sidewalk. It brought a quiet that helped Bokuto’s head to clear and the chill of the night began to calm his body. While curiosity remained about how good it would have felt to go through with it – even just messing around without going all the way – he felt relieved he hadn’t. He hadn't done much stuff outside of anyone’s heat or rut; this would have been a lot to do with someone whose name he didn’t even know. Someone clearly experienced if he was asking for threesomes.
Akaashi rolled his shoulders. “So, what did it feel like for you?”
“What?”
“Being with…around an Omega in heat?”
“It was so good,” Bokuto said, recalling. “I'm all pent up so I’m going to jerk off when I get home.”
“Thank you for that crucial piece of information.”
Bokuto laughed. “Oversharing again?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t know how else to explain it. It was all the things they said it would be in health class. My brain felt all fuzzy, but in a good way. It was really hot. I liked it.”
“Yes, you’ve made that clear.”
“You asked.”
Akaashi’s breath fogged the air with his sigh. “I did.” They walked a few feet in comfortable quiet before Akaashi spoke again. “Why did you stop then?”
“I don’t know.” Bokuto shrugged. “I wasn’t ready. My heart wasn’t in it.”
“Oh,” Akaashi said softly. “I didn’t know that mattered.”
Bokuto’s brows furrowed. “Of course that matters.”
“It’s just we’re told…you know.”
“What?”
“It’s hard to resist for Alphas. They can’t control themselves. All that stuff.”
“I guess.” Without the heat, Bokuto probably never would have made out with the Omega in the first place, but it felt like something had been missing. He couldn't shake the feeling that it wasn't how he'd want it to happen. “The heat made it harder, but I didn’t want to do...it like this. I’ve never done it before.”
“You haven’t?”
“I’d have told you if I did.”
Akaashi gave a breath of a laugh. “That's true.”
They walked a few more steps. Then, Bokuto tilted his head. “Have you done it?”
“No.” Akaashi slowed as they approached his house. “I haven’t presented yet.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t do, you know, stuff.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Have you done stuff?”
Akaashi cleared his throat. “Not much.”
Oddly vague for Akaashi. Bokuto’s eyebrows rose. “Is there someone you want to do stuff with?” he asked, grinning widely. Sometimes Bokuto missed details, he knew this, but he didn’t miss how Akaashi wouldn’t look at him now. “There is. Who is it?”
“Stop, Bokuto-san.”
“You can tell me. I’m good with secrets.”
Akaashi gave that dry laugh again. “No, you aren’t.”
Bokuto pouted. “Please?”
“No.”
They reached Akaashi’s house then, and both stopped outside on the sidewalk. Akaashi buried his nose into his scarf, staring at Bokuto.
“What?”
“You smell like him.”
“Do I? Shit.” Bokuto sniffed himself, and caught the scent of the Omega on him. It twisted something pleasant in his gut and he felt his feet tug in the direction of where they'd left him, but Bokuto stayed firmly where he was. “My moms are going to be so annoying if I go home smelling like an Omega. Can I shower at yours first?”
Akaashi’s eyes darted away from his. His cheeks flushing again. “Sure.”
“You sure you don’t want my jacket?”
“I’m sure, Bokuto-san.”
Bokuto scrubbed every nook and cranny to get the scent off him. He also jerked off in the shower, unable to wait until he was at his own place, before quietly slipping back to Akaashi’s room without waking his parents.
“Thanks,” he said, drying his hair with a towel.
When Akaashi looked up from his book at Bokuto, he blinked and swallowed. “Where’s your shirt, Bokuto-san?”
“I didn’t want to wear what I had on for the dance. It was too tight.” Since presenting, Bokuto found his clothes getting too tight in general as his muscles got stronger. “Didn’t I leave an oversized hoodie here the other night?”
Akaashi nodded and pointed to a pile of clothes. Bokuto dug through them for the purple hoodie and tugged it on. He caught his reflection in the mirror. The purple fabric snug to his his arms and chest with minimal space for more growth. “I guess it’s not so oversized anymore. It fits like a regular hoodie.”
“Yes.” Akaashi’s cheeks were flushed again even though he’d changed into a warm sweater and sweatpants when they got in. The heating in his room was usually unbearable so even in the winter Akaashi cracked a window so a cool breeze could blow in. Bokuto didn’t find it chilly, but clearly Akaashi did.
Bokuto crossed the room and closed it. “You’re really cold tonight, Akaashi.”
“Yes,” Akaashi replied.
Bokuto dropped down next to Akaashi, close enough their shoulders touched. “Here, I’m toasty warm. This should help.”
“Thanks,” Akaashi sounded strained.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m just tired. It’s been a long night.”
“Yeah, it has been.” Bokuto dropped his head onto Akaashi’s shoulder and Akaashi tensed up. Bokuto frowned. They’d sat like this hundreds of times before. Bokuto was known for invading other people's space and not realizing he was. Usually Akaashi barely acknowledged when he did, but tonight something felt really off. Maybe it’s my scent? Do I smell like a territorial Alpha now?
Scents shouldn’t bother Akaashi though, he was a Beta still. Even so, Bokuto was an Alpha now and maybe that made things different for some reason. He didn’t want to acknowledge the sense of strangeness out loud though; afraid it would change things between them more permanently.
So, instead Bokuto moved away to give Akaashi room, but it hollowed out his stomach to put that distance between them, knowing his presence might be off-putting. Knowing that Akaashi preferred more space now when they’d been so comfortable before.
I don’t like this.
Bokuto rolled his shoulders, trying to ward off the unpleasant feeling. “I should go.”
“Yeah, it’s late. Text me when you’re home safe.”
“Always do.”
Bokuto texted Akaashi he got home before he crawled into his own bed. When he closed his eyes though, images of the Omega played through his mind.
Bokuto started getting hard just thinking about it. He rolled over, trying not to think about the way the Omega had smelt or how willing he was or how his hips felt beneath Bokuto’s firm grip. He twisted the other way and squeezed his eyes tighter. His lips still tingled from where their mouths had fit together. He could still hear the small, needy sounds the Omega had made when they kissed.
An ache began between his legs.
He groaned, flopping onto his back. It would be faster to just deal with it so he could go to sleep, so he grabbed the lotion on his bedside table and snuck his hand beneath his boxers to grip himself. A soft exhale left his lips as he slid his hand up and down. The scent of the Omega, while no longer on his skin, lingered in his nose and he let his mind wander as it pleased.
The sorts of things he could have done to the Omega. How it would have felt.
Heats were really good. So, good.
Maybe other Alpha’s ruts are too.
The thought startled him into coming.
He cupped his hand to catch his cum while working himself through it with the other one, gasping quietly and muffling a groan so he didn’t wake anyone. The thought stayed stuck though, how a heat might compare to a rut and whether it would be any different.
Afterwards, he stared at the ceiling, breathing hard.
This wasn’t the first time he’d been curious about both. That had started long before he’d presented as an Alpha, which was why he’d always figured he could present either way because he always found himself checking out both. But he’d thought once he presented, he’d stop wondering what it was like to be with either. That happened sometimes, once someone presented, they were only into one. Not him, apparently.
“Okay,” he breathed, closing his eyes. “So, that’s still a thing.”
After that night, Bokuto was marginally more mindful to give Akaashi space. He often forgot to until Akaashi tensed up or shifted awkwardly under his arm or when they stood too close together, but he did manage to remember when they sat next to each other on their way to a winter training camp. A good foot between them for Akaashi's comfort.
He was feeling pretty proud of himself for remembering when they unloaded from the bus and crowded around to get their bags from the back. Bokuto knelt to grab his gym bag and backpack when a voice met him from behind.
“Look who finally made it.”
Bokuto grinned. “As if we’d miss kicking your ass.”
Kuroo snorted. “Not this year. Not even in this lifetime.”
Bokuto looked up and did a doubletake. “You presented.”
Kuroo flexed his new fuller muscles. “It’s that noticeable?”
Bokuto swung his bag over his shoulder as he stood. “Yeah, and ‘cause you stink.”
With a laugh, Kuroo shoved him. “So, do you.”
It was true, Kuroo did have a scent to him now, one distinctly Alpha, but to Bokuto’s relief it didn’t make him feel any sort of way. A distinct awareness that he was around an Alpha hung in the back of his head, but mostly, being around Kuroo felt normal. He didn’t want anything fucking up their friendship, but also maybe he wasn’t into Alphas after all.
Kuroo steered him in the direction of the gym where a few games were already underway, and a few more were beginning. The familiar sound of shoes on hardwood and volleyballs hitting the ground got Bokuto fidgety, wanting to play already.
“Over here team!”
Bokuto turned towards the voice of Karasuno’s team captain Daichi Sawamura, who was gathering his team around and also currently changing into his jersey on the sidelines. He’d filled out since last year too. Broader now. More solid. Hotter.
Kuroo slapped Bokuto on the back. “Right? Looks like Sawamura's gotten stronger,” he said, misinterpreting why Bokuto was staring. “He’s going to be brutal on defense this year.”
But defense really wasn’t what Bokuto was thinking about.
Maybe being curious about Alphas and ruts were normal? Maybe everyone got thoughts about those things? They didn’t have to mean anything, right? He didn’t think Kuroo was hot at all, so obviously this was a passing thing.
Or maybe, he thought as he watched Daichi make a receive, Kuroo just isn’t my type.
“Damn,” Kuroo said, “that receive was solid. Daichi’s impressive.”
“Yeah.”
It was the receive that was hot, not Daichi. Clearly. Even Kuroo agreed. Sitting against the gym wall, they watched the match for awhile in quiet. Karasuno was losing despite the many receives Daichi was making. He would crouch low to the ground, shorts creeping up his strong thighs, and take the impact of the ball against his forearms to control its direction. He made it look effortless, grunting beneath its power, and somehow gentling the receive perfectly for Kageyama to get under it.
That was probably how it felt to be with another Alpha in rut. Them taking effortless control and handling things, and maybe being gentle afterwards.
Suddenly too warm, Bokuto chugged his water. He looked anywhere but at Karasuno’s receiving line.
Okay, so this was definitely a thing. Maybe it was still normal? Maybe everyone was curious like this. Who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t stare at Daichi Sawamura?
Bokuto picked at the label on his water bottle, starting to peel it off when the question finally bubbled to the surface. “Do you ever think about being with an Alpha during their rut?”
Kuroo paused with his own water bottle halfway to his mouth. “No. I don’t, Bo.”
“Oh.”
“Do you think about it?”
“Yeah.”
“Like a lot?”
“…yeah.”
Kuroo gave a slow nod. “Well, that’s alright.”
“I like Omega’s too though. Their heats smell good.”
“They do.”
For a second, the only sounds where the other teams playing.
Bokuto finally peeled off the label. “I think I’m bi.”
Kuroo gave another slow nod. “Okay. That’s okay.” He finally took a swig of his water and then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Does anyone else know?”
Bokuto let his head fall back against the wall. “Just you.”
“Are you going to tell your parents?”
“They’ll be cool about it. They’re them.”
“That’s true.” Kuroo paused. “When did you know?”
“I’ve known for awhile. Thought it might be different after I presented, but it isn’t.”
A cheer went up when a team won their practice match, drowning out the other sounds for a minute before everything broke back into the squeaks of shoes and the thud of a ball making impact on the court.
Bokuto crumpled the label up. “I don’t think I care if others know.”
“No?”
“It’s too hard to keep secret and I don’t think it matters all that much. I like who I like.”
“Didn’t you say you’re being scouted by teams?”
“I’ve gotten some sports scholarship offers. Now that they know I’m an Alpha and can keep playing legally, they want me. Why?"
"There just aren't a lot of professional athletes who are out."
Bokuto considered that. "This whole being bi thing,” Bokuto took a second to figure out how to word this, “it’s not something that should matter when it comes to my game, but it’s not something I want to announce either. It could make things harder. I guess.”
Kuroo’s jaw flexed. “If word gets out and people mess with you about it, I’ll handle it.”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t really know, but I know I’ll be there.”
Bokuto leaned a shoulder into Kuroo. “Thanks, man.”
Maybe he should be more worried about the whole bi thing. Bokuto was oblivious sometimes, but not a complete idiot. He’d seen stories of athletes who were gay and how they were treated online and in real life. He really didn’t see how it mattered or why it should. Thinking Alphas were hot wouldn’t change how he played the game. He wouldn’t get distracted by his opponents on the court and mess up like people expected he would. So, it shouldn't matter anyway.
Besides, he might marry an Omega anyway. He stared at his reflection in the locker room mirror. “I’ll still be bi though. It wouldn’t change that.” Besides, he wanted to date both and try out both. Mostly, he wanted to fall in love with whoever was best for him without worrying about if they were an Alpha or Omega and how that would affect things. He just wanted somebody one day. Someone that meant everything. He was such a sap, but he didn't really care.
He finished washing his hands so he could get back to the gym for the games already underway when the locker room door slammed open. A string of curses leaving the mouth of whoever it was, and Bokuto flinched at the angry sounds.
“Can’t fucking believe…” some muttering “…this is ridiculous…”
Bokuto wiped his hands on his shirt, staying still.
Until Kageyama turned the corner to the showers.
And the air became sharp with the smell of rut.
Blood rushed south. One moment Bokuto was standing with two feet firmly planted on the tiles and the next, he grabbed the sink to stay upright. The cold of the ceramic suddenly felt jarringly cold, like his skin had become overly sensitive. Kageyama's scent was overwhelmingly thick, pilfering every bit of the room and heat thrummed through Bokuto's body.
Odd. Why do I…
A pressure quickly mounted between his legs.
Stop…wait…
He blinked. Thoughts scattering and gone.
What’s happening…
Kageyama leaned a forearm against the tiled wall, jaw tight. “Bokuto-san?”
Leave…I should leave…
But he didn’t want to go. Or, at least, his feet didn’t want too. They planted themselves into the floor like roots grown for years. His body wanting. Wanting enough it wouldn’t listen to his thoughts that came together and were gone in the next second. “I…”
“I need a cold shower,” Kageyama explained. “You’re blocking them.”
The room felt too small, too hot, too thick. Not enough air in it.
“Has this…” Bokuto swallowed hard, knowing he was older here and that he should help, “happened to you before?”
“No,” Kageyama snapped. “Now, move.”
Bokuto flinched, stepping out of the way and backing up against the wall. Kageyama started to strip in front of him like it was perfectly normal, and Bokuto’s vision blurred at the edges. Gaze tunneling and chasing after the defined lines of Kageyama's chest and the sweat that coated him from playing.
Bokuto wanted to touch.
His hands moved before he told them too.
When Bokuto got too close, Kageyama gave off a warning growl. “The fuck are you doing?”
The growl shot down Bokuto’s body, making his cock throb. He retracted his hands, curling them against his chest and felt the far-too-rapid beats of his heart. Some mechanism inside him told him to behave, but also, he wanted. He wanted to be wanted.
He wanted the in-rut Alpha to want him, but everything felt overwhelming.
“I came to play volleyball,” Kageyama said. “Not have this…bullshit rut.”
The words fell from Bokuto before he could stop them. “Maybe I could—”
The door slammed open. “Bokuto,” Kuroo shouted. “The hell is taking you so long? We have a match to get started.” Footsteps stomped over and Kuroo turned the corner to the showers. He stopped dead. His eyes moved from Bokuto, curled in on himself, to the irritated Alpha looming above him. Kuroo’s eyes narrowed. “You,” he said to Kageyama, “go tell your coach you’re in rut.”
“I came to this camp play volleyball,” he said again. “A cold shower—”
“Won’t help anything,” Kuroo finished. “You need to go back to the dorms. Maybe even home.”
Kageyama snapped his teeth at him. Bokuto winced.
“Don’t try me,” Kuroo said. “Get your ass out of here.”
Kageyama held his ground for a split second more before folding to the older Alpha. He grumbled his way out the door, and with him, his scent went.
Everything came back into sharp focus for Bokuto. The locker room and the lights and the sink. His back found the wall and he slowly slid to the ground. His hands still tucked up against his chest while his mind tried to form a coherent thought.
“I’ll be right back,” Kuroo said, but then stopped. “Bo, why’re you shaking?”
“I don’t…” Bokuto blinked. His eyes were watery. “I don’t know.”
“What do you need?”
“I…” There was really only one answer. “I want Akaashi.”
“Yeah, okay. I’ll go get him.”
Then, Bokuto was left alone when he really didn’t want to be. The room that had felt too hot and too small a moment before now felt too cold and too big. He shivered like his temperature was dropping rapidly. The shaking became worse with his shivers, but he didn’t understand why it was happening in the first place. Being near Kageyama's rut had been...overwhelming. Like Bokuto's brain and body had overloaded.
He bent his legs and rested his head on his knees, trying to catch his breath.
“Bokuto-san?”
Bokuto’s eyes fluttered closed at Akaashi’s voice. “Over here.”
Footsteps hurried over to him, and when Bokuto looked up to see Akaashi’s concerned, but calm expression, everything began to slow. His breathing, his heart, his mind. “Hey.”
“Kuroo said you weren’t feeling well.” Akaashi crouched down and held out a water bottle. “Here.”
Bokuto took a few long drinks, feeling the cold as it washed down, before holding the bottle between his bent knees. He let it hang there, watching as the water inside rippled with the tremors of his hands.
“You’re shaking,” Akaashi observed.
“I know.”
“What happened?”
“Kageyama came in here in rut and…” It was hard to explain when Bokuto wasn’t entirely sure himself. “I don’t know. I got worked up, I guess.”
That wasn’t what a heat had felt like at all.
Being around a rut felt entirely different. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been into it. It was almost too much. Overwhelming to the point of doing things without thinking. And, they hadn’t even touched.
Was it supposed to feel like that?
"Like territorial?" Akaashi asked, trying to understand.
"No, like...I was into it..." He blinked up at Akaashi at this omission. But I also wasn't.
Akaashi didn't so much as twitch. He simply laid his hands on Bokuto's knees, a grounding sensation in the overwhelm that had happened. Akaashi's voice was steady. "Did you know you'd be into it?"
"I had a good idea I'd be."
"Okay, so what went wrong?"
"I don't...know." Bokuto watched the ripples in his water again. He tried to keep his hands still so the water could settle.
“What can I do, Bokuto?” Akaashi shifted to get up. “Should I get a teacher?”
“Stay.” Bokuto grabbed Akaashi’s wrist, and they stared at where they touched. It felt warm, the sensitivity of his skin from before seeping away. Bokuto swallowed hard. “Can you stay?”
“Yeah, okay.” Akaashi moved, gently pulling his wrist from Bokuto’s grip, and sitting down next to him. Their shoulders pushed together, and after a second, Akaashi’s head found its spot on Bokuto’s shoulder.
They didn’t say anything more as Bokuto calmed down.
Notes:
Thanks for reading still and your patience while life really interferes with my ability to write, as always your kudos and comments fuel me and bring the biggest smile to my face thank you :)
Also been watching heated rivalry and that shit is peak
Chapter 13: Week 0
Chapter Text
Bokuto
The hotel room wasn’t anything fancy, but while Akaashi worked at the small desk to get some edits in before his deadline, Bokuto got cozy in the plush sheets. He arranged the pillows so he was curled on his side, one held to his chest and the others curled around his body as he watched the television.
It was comfortable, but didn’t feel quite right. The smell of the laundry detergent they used on the sheets sharp in his nose. He did his best to ignore it and pay attention to the commercial on the screen.
The commercial family was meant to be hosting a family reunion, but their oven had broken, meaning they were going to have to cancel and miss out on seeing each other because they had no food. That was until they realized the pizza shop downtown was open twenty-four/seven and they were able to get enough pizza to fill everyone’s empty stomachs. They all gathered around the table, full of smiles and laughter, as they dug in, finally together.
Bokuto sniffed loudly.
Akaashi’s turned away from his screen. “Why’re you crying?”
“Pizza saved their family.” Bokuto pulled the blanket up to his chin. “It’s just so beautiful.”
Akaashi’s gaze flicked between Bokuto and the commercial before he closed his work laptop and moved from the small desk onto the bed. He brushed the few tears off of Bokuto’s cheek with his thumb. “I think those Omega hormones might be affecting you a lot tonight.”
Bokuto rubbed his eyes. “Maybe.”
As soon as Akaashi pulled his hands away, Bokuto followed them, needing the physical contact as if Akaashi had a gravitational pull. He laid his head on Akaashi’s lap, eyes still taking in the screen. When Akaashi’s arms came down around him, he breathed a sigh of relief. “This is nice.” Akaashi’s scent overtook the sharp detergent and Bokuto relaxed completely, feeling safe in the bed. “I like your scent.”
“I like yours too.” Akaashi’s fingers ran through Bokuto’s hair. “Did you want to watch a funny movie?”
That would probably help him stop crying. “Animated?”
“Sure.”
“Can we get pizza?”
“Of course.”
“We should probably have sex first though.”
Akaashi laughed. “Why’s that?”
“If acting like this means the hormones are working, it’s a good time to knock me up.”
“Sound logic,” Akaashi agreed. “Let me grab the lube.”
This hit harder than the commercial from last night. It left Bokuto’s eyes watery. He stared down at the negative pregnancy test. The rest of the team had already left the locker room for their game against the EJP Raijins, so Bokuto had taken his opportunity to be alone.
Now a thick lump lodged in his throat because even though he knew their most likely chance to conceive was during a prescheduled heat, he still felt hopeful everyday. Didn’t he love Akaashi enough to get those Omega hormones elevated enough to get pregnant? Wasn’t that how it worked?
Bokuto tossed the test in the wastebasket, swallowed the rough lump, and went to the game.
Bokuto slumped on the bench.
“We’re winning,” Tomas pointed out.
“I know.” His bottom lip jutted out. “I just miss Akaashi.”
“He’s literally right there.”
Right there was in the stands maybe twenty feet away and it was still too far away. Akaashi needed to be right here, pressed up against Bokuto, holding him. Bokuto sniffed. “I know.”
Tomas stared at him like he’d gone and lost his mind.
But Bokuto really did feel like he missed him.
“Alright,” Meian said after the game, arms crossed and staring down Sakusa and Atsumu as they trudged from the showers to the main locker room area where everyone else was. “I know you’re all excited about our win, but I have to remind you, once again, that the showers are not for sexual activities. We are guests at this facility and…”
And so, they were stuck in the locker room longer than anticipated getting a lecture from their captain about appropriate workplace behaviour, once again, because of Atsumu and Sakusa attempting to fuck in the showers. Bokuto couldn’t say he’d never made-out in the locker room, but he’d never gone so far as to fuck anyone. Akaashi would probably be into it...
The lecturing went on so long that Motoya and Kita turned up halfway through looking for Sakusa and Atsumu since they were grabbing dinner together. When Meian finally wrapped up his lecture about a half hour later, everyone was glaring at Sakusa and Atsumu.
“Are they always like that?” Motoya asked.
A chorus of yes and unfortunately and groans rose up from the team.
Sakusa stared his locker down, completely ignoring everyone while Atsumu walked around the shared locker space in nothing but a towel looking pleased with himself. Really, just a run of the mill day in Bokuto’s opinion.
That was, until Atsumu stopped in front of him. “Score?”
“What?”
“For the night Iwa planned for you two,” he explained as if they hadn’t just gotten an extended lecture on appropriate workplace behaviour because of his antics. “What’s his score?”
“Oh, like a nine,” Bokuto said without a second thought.
Atsumu’s jaw dislodged. “What?” he screamed. “Nine?”
Hinata’s eyes popped open. “That’s a really high score.”
Oikawa leaned into Iwa. “That’s my baby.”
Iwa just grinned, but kept his eyes on his clipboard.
“A nine?” Atsumu screamed again. “Iwa, what the hell did you plan?”
Being completely noncommittal and vague, Iwa shrugged.
“Are you fuckin’ kiddin’ me?” Atsumu said. “Don’t be all secretive.”
The locker room door opened and Akaashi peered his head in looking for Bokuto, who still wasn’t fully dressed, so Bokuto waved him in. Akaashi quietly slipped into the room and immediately headed to Bokuto.
Atsumu was still losing his mind. “What the hell did you plan to get them to fuck?”
“Oh, we’re discussing this.” Akaashi slipped a hand around Bokuto’s waist. “Wonderful.”
Iwa gave another shrug.
Atsumu spun to Oikawa. “What’d he do?”
“I know he had to break into their house.” Oikawa dropped his head onto Iwa’s shoulder with a dramatic sigh. “But why? I don't know. I have no idea what he did or stole or bribed them with.”
“For the last time,” Iwa said, “I didn’t bribe them.”
“I dunno Iwa-chan,” Oikawa sing-sang, “seems suspicious.”
“He didn’t bribe us,” Akaashi reassured.
“I bet whatever Iwa planned was freaky,” Atsumu proclaimed. “Some rope shit.”
Akaashi’s hand tightened on Bokuto’s waist.
“Oh,” Oikawa said, leaning forwards, eyes alight, “why’s that?”
“Those two are into some freaky shit,” Atsumu announced. “Omi’s a shit liar, so I got him ‘ta tell me—”
“Miya,” Sakusa snapped. “Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me.”
Sakusa shoved a sock in Atsumu’s mouth, and Atsumu gagged before spitting it out. “Not fuckin’…gross,” he spat, “not like that, asshole.”
While they went about their antics, Bokuto was all too aware of the team staring at him and Akaashi and the flush spreading up Akaashi’s neck. Bokuto tossed an arm around his shoulders to keep it hidden. Outwardly, Akaashi looked incredibly unaffected, but Bokuto knew better, his mind was screaming.
Bokuto tried to salvage this. “We tried some new stuff. That's all."
“What kind of stuff?” Oikawa asked, interest piqued.
“Nothing crazy,” Bokuto brushed off.
Kuroo’s gaze lingered on Akaashi. “It’s always the quiet ones.”
Akaashi didn’t even flinch, just let out a heavy sigh.
Oikawa looked at Atsumu. “What kind of stuff?”
Atsumu stuck his tongue out at Sakusa. “He wouldn’t fuckin’ tell me details.”
“And give you an advantage?” Sakusa asked. “Do your own research.”
Yeah. Even Bokuto knew there was no chance Akaashi was going to tell Atsumu Miya about a single thing he liked in the bedroom. They were lucky the most he got out of Sakusa was that they tried something freaky, but at least Sakusa hadn’t given details. If Atsumu knew it would be known to everyone in five seconds flat, if not sooner.
Atsumu rolled his eyes. “Fuckin’ cheater.”
“I’m not cheating,” Sakusa protested. “You can ask them your own questions.”
“Doesn’t mean we’ll answer them,” Akaashi said flatly.
“Well, that ain’t fuckin’ fair,” Atsumu argued. “They aren’t gonna tell the rest of us what they’re into. All we know is they’re open ‘ta freaky shit but not exactly what.”
“Can I ask what you’re talking about?” Kita asked.
Atsumu gestured at Bokuto and Akaashi. “They’re having boring sex. They need a way to spice it up or whatever.”
“We’re not having boring sex,” Bokuto said yet again.
“If you’re open to trying things, Motoya and I can participate,” Kita offered. "Before you leave Shizuoka."
In various shades of shock, every set of eyes turned to Kita and Motoya.
“What?” Kuroo asked with a smirk. “A new contender?”
“Contenders.” Kita wrapped a hand around Motoya’s waist. “We’ll compete together.”
“Nice,” Kuroo said. “I’ll add it to the board.”
“Why?” Hinata asked.
Kita remained expressionless. “If they’re looking for new things to try, Motoya and I have plenty of ideas. I reassure you it won’t be boring, but rather enjoyable.”
Almost everyone in the room sort of…stared at them. Sakusa’s lip curled in disgust.
Motoya gave them a gentle smile. “That is if you two don’t mind.”
“Oh, well that’s okay—” Bokuto started.
“Sure,” Akaashi said, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why not?”
“Uh, Keiji,” Bokuto said in a low voice, “we don’t have to—”
“We’re already in this deep. Let’s just let it happen.”
Bokuto gave an uneasy smile. “If you’re sure…”
“I’m sure.” Akaashi grabbed Bokuto’s hand and tossed Kita a nod of his head. “Send us the room number.”
“We will.”
Then, Akaashi was tugging Bokuto out of there. Akaashi walked one step ahead of him until they were outside the building, standing facing each other in the cool night air.
Bokuto tried for a smile again. “Don’t murder me.”
“I’m weighting my options.”
“Well, at least destroy me in the bedroom and not here.”
Akaashi’s lip pulled in the corner. “That could work.”
“Why’d you agree anyway?”
“It’s Motoya and Kita. They’re so sweet with each other,” Akaashi explained, lacing his hand through Bokuto’s. “I mostly wanted to get out of there and I’m sure whatever they plan will be some cozy night for us.”
Bokuto kissed the side of Akaashi’s head. “That sounds perfect.”
From where Bokuto laid, ass up and face cheek shoved into the mattress, he could see the instructions and diagrams left by Kita in the hotel room for Akaashi. Akaashi had been thorough, reading them over and reiterating them to Bokuto before they’d finally tied Bokuto’s arms together behind his back.
They were tight to his body, unyielding, and every time he twitched, he heard Akaashi do his best to stifle a pleased sound. Whatever got the love of his life going, Bokuto was down to try even if it meant he couldn’t touch. He’d let Akaashi light him on fire, so long as he got hard and enjoyed himself.
And tonight, more than other nights, Bokuto felt all too willing to accommodate whatever Akaashi needed from him. Omega hormones. It felt right though, felt satisfying to give his Alpha control and not have to worry about a thing. Having Akaashi's scent thick in the room made it even better and he'd lost any control over his scent once he started tying Bokuto up.
“This isn’t what I expected from Kita and Motoya,” Bokuto admitted.
“No,” Akaashi agreed, getting on the bed behind him. “They don’t exactly seem…”
“Into this stuff?”
“Yeah.”
“That’s what everyone thought about you before—”
“Do you really want to remind me your entire team knows we’re a little bit freaky while I have you tied up on the bed?”
Bokuto considered this. “Will it turn you on?”
“No.”
“Then, I don’t want to remind you.”
“Good boy.”
And the way he curled the word got Bokuto more than a little excited. They’d barely even started, the ropes confining him had been less sexy and more of a trial by fire experience, but now they were officially ready. Akaashi promised to be smoother about the restraints next time and Bokuto was thrilled there would be a next time.
Akaashi laughed softly and reached beneath Bokuto to stroke his lengthening cock. “Did saying that do something for you, Bo?”
“Sure did.”
“Hopefully this does more.”
That was when Bokuto heard the hum come alive. A pit of excited fear opened in his stomach. They’d discussed it before they got started, the new toy a shock to them both, but now with Akaashi sitting behind him holding the violet wand with a glass electrode attachment that received the current, Bokuto shivered.
Akaashi’s hand grabbed his hip. “I’ll start on the mildest setting.”
“’Kay.”
Then, an electric hum was pressed to Bokuto’s ass. He flinched when it touched, not sure what to expect, but was pleasantly surprised by the fizzy sensation dancing over his skin. “That’s actually…really nice,” he murmured.
“Yeah?”
Bokuto nodded.
“Let’s try this then,” Akaashi said.
The hum got louder, the wand moving over Bokuto, and he started to squirm at the sensation. Akaashi’s hand stroked his cock slowly throughout. His grip firm while he moved the wand over Bokuto.
Bokuto couldn’t help it, as the settings moved up to provide more intensity, he wiggled and squirmed, caught by the restrains at every angle. The muscles in his shoulders rolled when he tried to drag his arms apart. He’d twitch away from the current of electricity, only to desperately grind down into Akaashi’s hand. His head began to get light and airy, easily giving into whatever Akaashi was doing to him.
“How’s that?” Akaashi asked a few minutes into it.
Bokuto sputtered some muffled words into the bed.
“You like it?”
A sloppy nod.
“Good,” Akaashi said quietly. “This next setting might sting.”
Bokuto exhaled hard and braced himself.
There was a soft click, and a sharp sting against his thigh. Bokuto lurched forwards as much as he was able and gave out a pained groan as the sting lingered after the contact of the toy stopped. Sweat beaded on his brow as his sounds quieted.
“Kou?” Akaashi asked, a hesitation in it. “You okay?”
Bokuto nodded.
“I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” Bokuto managed through his teeth. “It’s good. Fun. Green.”
“Okay.” But Akaashi didn’t sound too certain. His uncertainty didn’t stop another jolt to his ass. This one searing in its touch and Bokuto gave a yelp. Tears beginning to bud in his eyes. He heard the soft hum of the wand lower. “I don’t know about this. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’d endure anything for you, Keiji.”
Silence swallowed the room, filled a moment later with the soft pad of feet against hardwood. Then, Akaashi was there, kneeling down at the edge of the bed. Eyes verging on the murky depths of the sea captured Bokuto’s gaze, holding it. “Anything?”
More of a breath than spoken. “For you, yeah.”
Akaashi’s eyes fluttered closed. His throat worked in a quiet, tense movement.
The unraveling of Akaashi Keiji was everything.
His pleasure Bokuto’s need.
Bokuto pursed his lips together, and gently blew. Long eyelashes twitched before Akaashi opened them, sharp and predatory. “I’m going to get you so pregnant.”
Bokuto grinned. “Nice.”
Akaashi’s eyes fell to Bokuto’s mouth, lingering and intense. “But I don’t enjoy when I hurt you.” His thumb moved across Bokuto’s bottom lip, tempting, but never pushing inside. Unprompted, Bokuto’s mouth opened more, wanting what Akaashi had and wouldn’t offer. “I do enjoy watching you struggle though.”
His mouth replaced his thumb, stopping short so they weren’t kissing, and Bokuto strained against his restraints to leverage forwards for the mouth he knew better than his own body. They never touched. A bead of drool slipped off Bokuto’s bottom lip. “’Kaashi, please.”
A hand reached over his shoulder and pressed between his shoulder blades, digging into the bunching muscles. All this raw strength and nothing Bokuto could do to get to what he wanted. “Please.”
Akaashi’s eyes sharpened. A quiet thrill in them. “Just like that.”
This would be the end of Bokuto. His husband had always been pretty, but what no one else got to see was the terrifying beauty that was reserved only for him. He shifted again, fully aware of his cock leaking onto the sheets below.
“Look how your body begs for me,” Akaashi said quietly.
No denying that. Everything about Bokuto had always wanted Akaashi.
Akaashi held up the wand, looking it over. “I don’t like hearing you in pain.”
“It doesn’t always hurt.”
“No?”
“It was kind of a pleasant sensation before.”
It hummed alive, electric and charged, when Akaashi turned it back on, and quieted when he turned the setting down to something painless. More sensation that Bokuto knew he couldn’t hold still for. No chance. He’d been practically wiggling before, so no way—
“Don’t move,” Akaashi said.
“What?”
Akaashi made his walk back around until Bokuto could no longer see him. “I said, don’t move.”
The tip of the wand made contact with his ass, and Bokuto tensed everywhere, taking Akaashi’s words to heart. Really, anything. The electricity dragged over his ass with that fuzzy feeling that crackled over skin, drawing every muscle that much tenser.
Bokuto buried his face into the mattress. He needed to move, squirm, struggle.
That was what Akaashi liked wasn’t it? Watching him be restrained?
The prickling sensation reached the fold where his ass met his leg, and a current buzzed through his ass, forcing the muscle to spasm uncontrollably. Behind him, Akaashi inhaled sharply. This was watching Bokuto struggle, naked and vulnerable and hard, nothing he could do about any of it the way he was tied up. Trying to hold perfectly still when he was entirely incapable.
Not pain, simply struggle. At the mercy of Akaashi’s will.
That was what got his husband off, and for that reason, Bokuto enjoyed.
Few people could undo Akaashi Keiji, limit his calm, break his composure, and pause his endless thinking; Bokuto knew he topped that list. Hearing his unshakable husband aroused, breathing deep and letting out quiet sounds of satisfaction, now that got Bokuto going. His cock swelled until it ached and he had absolutely no way of relieving the pressure.
“Keiji, I’m hard,” he mumbled.
A beat.
Then, a fingertip circled his flooded tip, just barely. “I’m aware.”
Bokuto groaned, shoulders shaking, and the zip of pleasure from the touch lingering. “More?”
A pat on his ass. “Let’s see how well you hold still first.”
This groan came from somewhere deep. Somewhere Bokuto hadn’t reached before.
The electricity hummed along his hip and his thighs and his ass, causing involuntary muscle tremors that he couldn’t do anything about. He had no control over his body. Akaashi’s gentle hand followed afterwards, sliding over his skin were the muscles bunched.
No matter what Bokuto tried, did, or thought, his body was no longer his own, given to its own impulses. “’m sorry,” he murmured after a particularly back quake. “Sorry.”
A light hand rested on his hip. “I know.”
The strain in Akaashi’s voice, striving for soft but failing told Bokuto everything he needed. Soon, Akaashi would break and Bokuto could give him what he needed. The thing Bokuto could only ever give him. Pleasure that ruined.
When the wand touched Bokuto’s thigh, it twitched hard in his determination to hold still. Fingers chased after the movement, drowning in flesh, obsessed with Bokuto’s muscles. It nearly sent Bokuto further down on the mattress, no longer able to hold his own weight up.
Only a little more. Hold out. He’ll break.
When the wand pressed against his thigh again, Bokuto moaned loudly.
And, he finally got what he wanted.
The slick sound of lube and Akaashi’s soft exhale of relief.
The wand took a break while Akaasshi knelt on the mattress, hands grabbing Bokuto’s ass and spreading his cheeks. Laying Bokuto bare for him. Bokuto pushed back, needy. Then, he was being worked open, slick, slender fingers moving inside.
He grunted, trying to rut against the bed he couldn’t reach in his current position. The ropes digging in.
Akaashi crooked his fingers and Bokuto jolted, pleasure splintering up him. “Keiji…”
“What, Kou?”
“Need more…”
The crooked fingers dragged their way out, leaving Bokuto’s ass fluttering and anticipation knitting when they were replaced with the tip of Akaasi’s swollen cock head at his entrance. Akaashi grabbed his hips, breathed deeply through his nose, and pushed in.
The pleasurable gasp Akaashi gave burned beneath Bokuto’s skin. His hole stretched to accommodate, and Bokuto’s eyes snapped shut, grunting at the force. A hand laid flat between his shoulder blades again, before creeping up to cup the back of his neck, and tingles shot through him. “Still okay, Kou?”
Bokuto nodded.
Akaashi started to thrust, filling Bokuto and sending jolts of pleasure flitting through his body, twisting his core that couldn’t move with the ropes binding him. He was left withering in place, muscles growing sore with their bulge against the ropes.
Like Akaashi couldn’t get enough of Bokuto, his hands were everywhere, gliding over sweat-slicked skin, and grabbing where the muscles were most pounced. Seeking handfuls to grope and squeeze and own. He never let up on thrusting into Bokuto, reaching deeper while his hands wandered.
Then, suddenly, they were gone.
Bokuto panted into the bedsheet. Wet beneath his mouth from drool now. “Keiji…”
A hum filled the air.
Bokuto closed his eyes.
The wand touched his hip while Akaashi thrust hard, and Bokuto’s entire body spasmed in response. Flexing and releasing like a heart seizing up and he gasped for breath. Not painful, just strange pulses of his body he couldn’t control.
Heavy panting filled the thick air while Akaashi let loose, hips snapping against Bokuto’s ass. Bokuto buried his head into the blankets. Fists tight where they were locked behind his back. He wanted them around his cock, dragging whatever he had in him out. Instead, with Akaashi beating his prostate, the pleasure built, never quite reaching its breaking point. Never quite sending him over the edge, and he moaned in need. “Please.”
He felt Akaashi’s hips studder. Heard the broken exhale. Then, felt the warmth inside.
Bokuto buried his face into the mattress, feeling Akaashi throb as he came inside of him, and he clenched. Akaashi gave a garbled noise, folding over Bokuto until he was done.
“I thought I’d,” Akaashi panted, “last longer.”
Bokuto squirmed with a whine.
“Yeah,” Akaashi said, sounding breathless, “your turn.”
Because Bokuto couldn’t do it himself. He couldn’t touch or play or get the relief with his own hands.
Akaashi’s firm grip took him again, and he stroked him thoroughly, playing with his swollen tip while dragging the wand over his skin. Bokuto twitched and whined, but the sound got caught in his throat when Akaashi laid the wand at the place where his leg met his hip, shy of his cock.
His body seized up, holding him captive for a beat, before he came hard. Body shaking and toes curling. He throbbed in Akaashi’s hand, every beat a pleasure that unwound, until finally everything gave out. He collapsed as much as he was able to the mattress, groaning at the discomfort of the position he was left in.
That groan hurried Akaashi’s hands on the ropes, undoing them quickly despite still sounding out of breath. “It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
Bokuto shook his head, brow still pressed to the mattress. Maybe sore, but not the type of pain he knew Akaashi was trying to avoid. More like the ache of muscles after a really good workout, possiblyy a bruise where the ropes had dug in, and less the sharp pain of a knife or the sting of hurt.
As the ropes slowly unraveled, so did Bokuto until he was laying in a spent heap on the bed. Akaashi kissed his shoulder. “How’re you feeling?”
Bokuto smiled sleepily. “Good.” He rolled onto his back to look up at Akaashi. “Are you okay? You didn’t like part of it.”
“I’m okay once I stopped hurting you. This was…different than the wax.”
Bokuto nodded. “The wax and cold didn’t really hurt. Not like how this did.”
"I'm sorry."
“Sensation play, I think that's what its called, is still really fun, Keiji.”
“I don’t like hearing you in pain,” Akaashi murmured.
Bokuto laced their hands together, holding them up against the backdrop of the ceiling before bringing them to his lips to kiss the knuckles. “How are you going to handle it when I’m in labour?”
Akaashi sighed into Bokuto's skin. “Not well.”
A smile danced over Bokuto's lips.
"What?" Akaashi asked.
"It's the first time you sound like you really think I'll carry to full-term. It's good to hear."
Akaashi gave Bokuto a small smile. Then, he curled his body around Bokuto, holding him tight.
Chapter 14: Week 0
Chapter Text
Bokuto
This time when the negative pregnancy test stared back at him, Bokuto bit his bottom lip hard. His eyes couldn’t be red right now; he didn’t want any questions. So, he sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly to hold it together.
The locker room door creaked open.
“Ready yet?” Oikawa called.
Bokuto tossed the test out. “Be there in a second.”
“Relax,” Oikawa instructed. “Trust the process.”
Easy for Oikawa to say.
“And Akaashi let you take photos of him too?” Bokuto asked, yet again, as he shrugged off his shirt. They stood on the volleyball court, just him, Oikawa, and an incredibly expensive professional photographer that Oikawa had splurged on.
Oikawa waved dismissively while looking at his phone. “Yes. I’m not staying to watch. I didn't watch him either.”
“Oh. Good.”
Oikawa didn’t take his eyes off his phone. “Am I detecting a little jealousy?”
Bokuto fidgeted with his shirt. “I don’t like sharing Keiji.”
“You two are adorably disgusting.”
It was fine if a professional photographer who did this all the time saw Akaashi in some compromising positions, another entirely if it was Oikawa. That being said, Oikawa was engrossed in his phone, so even if he stayed, he probably wouldn’t pay attention. A small stress line pulled between his brows.
“Everything alright?” Bokuto asked.
Oikawa blinked, dropping his phone into his pocket. “Yeah, just distracted.”
“Anyway, I can help?”
“No, Hajime and I…don’t worry about it.” Oikawa stood up straighter. “Alright, I’ll leave you in the good hands of the photographer while I wait in the locker room. Then, tomorrow, you and Akaashi make sweet love to each other and I score a ten.”
Bokuto chose to not react to that. “See you after.”
Oikawa shrugged off with a nod and Bokuto was left with the photographer.
She directed him in front of the net.
“I’ll get you to face away from the camera,” she instructed. “Then, look back over your shoulder. Good. Can you place your hands just above your butt? Now, broaden and flex your shoulders.”
The shutter went off a few times before she came over to show him the shot. “Good?”
The shadows and lights played against each other to highline every defined muscle in Bokuto’s shoulders and back. His hands inched down towards his ass, resting against his boxers, and his expression was cutting as he looked back. “Oh, wow. I look great.” He grinned. “Keiji will love it.”
“Perfect, let’s do some more,” she said. “I have a few ideas. Let me know if any of them make you uncomfortable and we can switch it up.”
“Okay.”
Bokuto bound back over to the net, not entirely sure what these photos were for, but happy to do them. Whatever Oikawa was planning was elaborate, but Bokuto probably shouldn’t have expected anything less.
“Hello,” Oikawa chirped far too early the next morning. “I need access to your bedroom.”
Bokuto glanced back at Akaashi who was drinking coffee in the living room and making edits to his latest work project. He blinked at Bokuto, sighed, and waved to go ahead and let Oikawa in.
Oikawa bounded in with Iwa behind carrying a number of long and skinny cardboard boxes. Iwa gave Bokuto a nod and followed Oikawa up the stairs to their bedroom. Bokuto and Akashi were given strict instructions not to enter until after their game that evening was done.
That night right before the game, Bokuto still hadn’t figured out what Oikawa was planning and Akaashi didn’t seem like he had any idea either. A few more hours and they’d get to see what they were getting into, and what Oikawa had done to their bedroom, but for now, there was a game to focus on. Cheer for. Sit on the sidelines for.
Staying away from Akaashi these days was a new level of discomfort Bokuto had never experienced before. It itched under his skin to be away from his mate in an unpleasant, hollow way. While he could never sit still before, having Akaashi not around made it impossible. Fingers always tapping or pulling at the threads on his clothes or chewing on the inside of his cheek to expend this nervous energy while his Alpha wasn’t around.
He curiously studied Hinata and Oikawa when they were without their partners, but it didn’t seem like they got all twitchy. Either way, before their game, he dragged Akaashi into the locker room while everyone else got switched into their jerseys.
Nobody seemed bothered by it. Akaashi didn’t exactly draw attention to himself if he could help it.
His fingers did find Bokuto’s on the bench. “Sorry, you can’t play,” he whispered.
“It’s okay.” And it was okay, but it still sucked.
After Atsumu fought himself into his jersey, he pivoted towards Bokuto and Akaashi with that grin that was all too unmistakable. “Score?”
“Score for what?” Akaashi asked.
Right. Bokuto hadn’t mentioned this part.
Kuroo slithered over with a grin. “Bo, you didn’t tell him?”
“Tell me what.” Akaashi’s eyes narrowed. “Kou?”
And, so, Bokuto explained the scoring system for their sex nights. “Someone has to win, so it needed to be ranked. I’ve been giving scores, not on how you are, you’re perfect—” groans from the team “—but on the actual night itself.”
“Of course,” Akaashi said sarcastically. “Why not? Makes perfect sense.”
“So, what’d you think of Motoya and Kita’s night?” Atsumu pushed. “The score?”
Bokuto and Akaashi glanced at each other, and spoke at the same time.
“Eight,” Akaashi said.
“Four,” Bokuto said.
Their eyes locked.
Bokuto spoke in a really low voice. “You didn’t enjoy part of it.”
“Yeah,” Akaashi spoke equally as low, “but then we made it work.”
Kuroo grinned even more widely. “Well now, this changes things.” He waltzed on over to the whiteboard and spun it around to reveal the current standings which had Iwa at the top with a nine and Sakusa sitting with a six.
Akaashi cocked his head. “You gave Sakusa’s night a six?”
Bokuto spoke in a low voice again. “It was good, but...different for us.”
“I’d have given him an eight.”
“Ha,” Sakusa shouted, surprising everyone with his uncharacteristic enthusiasm. “I knew my night was better than a six! Akaashi’s just kinkier than Bokuto.”
Akaashi, realizing what he’d done, pinched the bridge of his nose.
Sakusa crossed his arms over his chest. “My score should be a seven. Between the two.”
“Fuck no,” Atsumu tried to disagree.
“Sorry, Miya,” Kuroo said, uncapping the marker. “It’s only fair. That puts Sakusa at a seven, Kita and Motoya at a six, and, Akaashi, what score would you give to Iwa?”
“Oh, a nine for sure.”
Atsumu nearly had a stroke. “What?”
They were up by a set when the other team called for a timeout and everyone gathered around the bench to listen to Coach Foster. Bokuto gave his input on the game while the rest of his teammates chugged their water and wiped down their sweat with towels.
This season, despite Bokuto being sidelined, was going better than last year.
The whistle blew to indicate the timeout was over.
“Oikawa,” Coach Foster called. “Off your phone. We have a game to play.”
Oikawa shot Bokuto a wink. “Got it, Coach.” Then, he joined the others.
Two seconds later, Bokuto’s phone buzzed.
He opened the message and immediately shut it again. Eyes wide. Heart pounding.
Hinata gave him a look. “All good?”
“Yes,” Bokuto managed. “Perfectly fine.”
He sat with his hands tucked politely in his lap until the entire team returned to the court, and then he could no longer stop himself from taking a look. The photo was undeniably Akaashi, laying on his back on a bed and arching his back. He looked directly into the camera, eyelids lowered, and small pink mouth slightly opened.
Heat crept up the back of Bokuto’s neck and he rubbed it, while searching for Akashi in the crowd. Akaashi was sat close to the court, but he was engrossed in his phone. Cheeks going red.
He looked up, adjusting his glasses, and found Bokuto.
His eyes sharpened. Devouring.
Bokuto shifted on the bench, trying to remain calm.
While the team was concentrated on the game, Bokuto got another incoming text.
Still not recovered from the last one, he opened this one more carefully. Oikawa must have them set to send on some sort of timer since he was currently playing. Bokuto angled his body away from Coach Foster and opened it, stifling a groan. A close up of Akaashi from the waist up, gasping like he was getting himself off.
Bokuto had done the same shot on the volleyball court floor, so he knew Akaashi was wearing boxers in the photo for modesty, but that didn’t stop Bokuto’s thoughts from wandering lower. Didn’t stop him from picturing Akaashi with his hand around his cock. Excitement and anticipation pooled in Bokuto’s stomach over the fun they were going to have tonight once they were done the game.
Akaashi standing shirtless behind a desk, fingertips trailing across the wooden surface.
Akaashi looking down at the camera, undoing his belt.
Akaashi crawling towards the camera, a condom held between his teeth.
Akaashi sat on a chair, legs spread, head notched back. Silk fabric draped between his legs, hiding everything Bokuto desperately wanted to see. He swallowed hard and lowered the image. Hands bunched together in his lap to hold things down.
They were unusually silent on the car ride home.
Every few minutes for the rest of the game, Bokuto got an eyeful of Akaashi from some new and delightful angle. His head was full of Akaashi’s arms, and legs, and abs, and those sultry eyes that looked like they wanted to eat Bokuto alive. A montage of half-naked Akaashi’s played on a loop in his head, impossible to shake off.
Bokuto glanced at Akaashi. Then, back to the road. Back to Akaashi. Back to the road. Back to Akaashi.
“Keiji? I’m pretty turned on.”
“Oh, thank god,” Akaashi said, turning off the main road.
They plunged into the dark outskirts of the city where no cars went past and no people walked by. A bumpy road that led them to a place surrounded by trees where people would be unlikely to find them. Akaashi sped into a shadowed spot and cut the engine.
Their breaths filled the silence.
“Backseat?”
“Backseat.”
They frantically undid their seatbelts. Car doors flung open and slammed shut as they got into the backseat, and then Akaashi hands were in Bokuto’s hair, dragging their mouths together like they’d never made out before.
It was sloppy and hurried, and Bokuto didn’t try to stop the flood of heat between his legs. Akaashi licked into his mouth a number of times, before pulling back, breathless. “I feel like we’re teenagers again.” His hair was wild, curling up at all angles where Bokuto’s own hands had raked through his hair.
“We never fucked as teenagers,” Bokuto reminded him.
“Well, I’m as horny as one.” Akaashi shoved his shoulder. “Flip over. Take off your pants.”
No need to ask Bokuto twice. It took some maneuvering to get themselves into position, first pants off and then Akaashi had to press himself far against the car door so Bokuto could flip onto his stomach, knees shoved beneath his stomach and spread in the small, dark space.
Fuck.
Bokuto needed to be fucked more than he’d ever been fucked in his life.
Dicked down. Fucked up. Rammed through.
“Lube?” Akaashi asked.
“Glovebox.”
Akaashi flung himself between the driver and passenger seat to fish out the small bottle of lube stashed in there from who knew how long ago, but it would work. He tossed himself back behind Bokuto and Bokuto found himself, facedown, ass up, being split open by relentless fingers.
The car's seat rubbed against his cheek as he moaned into it. They barely had enough room in here so he was folded up like a broken lawn chair to fit them both. His head nudged against the door every time Akaashi drove in three fingers like some gluttonous god who’d never been satisfied.
“I’m good,” Bokuto rasped. “I’m ready.”
“No you aren't. I won’t fit.”
“Keiji,” Bokuto snapped, “just fuck me, for fucks sake.”
“Okay, okay.”
Fingers slid out with a loud squelching noise. A zipper was undone. Wet slick sounds filled the space as Akaashi stroked himself with lube. Bokuto groaned into the seat, cock dripping and throbbing in anticipation. “Hurry up.”
A hand laced through Bokuto’s hair as Akaashi bent over him. The roof of the car didn’t give them much room to work, so his sweaty chest pressed against Bokuto’s back. His pecs heavy swells.
Bokuto’s asshole fluttered.
Akaashi gave him an inch of his cock.
A garbled, uncomfortable sound burst out of Bokuto’s chest. “Wait.”
“I told you I wouldn’t fit—”
“Stop talking,” Bokuto groaned. His insides were on fire as he stretched. “Fuck…”
Akaashi, still pressed against his back, reached under him, one hand groping his chest while the other went lower to stroke his cock and Bokuto bucked into his hand. A sloppy mouth started to suck marks into Bokuto’s shoulders while they waited.
“’Kay, more,” Bokuto said after a couple minutes.
They gasped together as Akaashi sunk further in. Bokuto could feel the restraint in Akaashi’s hips, preventing him from thrusting while Bokuto tried to drown in the pleasure splintering in his cock instead of on the way his ass protested.
Akaashi squeezed Bokuto's cock head, pushed against his slit, used the precum to get him slicker.
Bokuto whimpered. “I'm good. Fuck me.”
The drag of Akaashi’s cock pulling out tightened Bokuto’s core, and when he thrust back in, they moaned together. While Akaashi rocked into him, fast and brutal, Bokuto’s head kept hitting the car door, but he didn’t care. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling every inch of pleasure firing off in his body. The delicious bursts of pleasure that sent him closer and closer to his climax.
Akaashi’s breath caught suddenly. The hand on Bokuto’s cock went still.
Then, Akaashi was filling him, hips twitching, and throbbing through it.
When he was done, his hand started to work Bokuto again, tightening and squeezing on the downstrokes, and Bokuto pushed his ass back, grinding onto what was left of Akaashi’s cock inside him until he came too.
He shoved his face into the seats to muffle the unholy sound that came out of him, but Akaashi reached for his cheek, turning it. “Let me hear you.”
And Bokuto cried out as his orgasm throbbed through him.
They stayed there a second afterward, breathing hard, letting the satisfaction melt into their bodies and then Akaashi was pulling out and shifting off of him. Bokuto slowly unfolded to get upright, making sure not to hurt himself. His pants were still around his thighs. Akaashi was still dressed except where his flaccid cock hung out of his unzipped pants.
Their eyes found each other in the dark, still breathless. Then, Akaashi let his head fall back against the seat and closed his eyes. “We fogged the windows.”
They both burst into laughter.
“Here, baby.” Akaashi handed Bokuto a warm mug of hot chocolate in bed before getting under the blankets with him. He shuffled over immediately so their naked bodies were pressed together. Their clothes had been sweaty and gross by the time they got home, so they’d shed them off, showered, and gotten cozy in bed.
Bokuto tossed his arm around Akaashi’s shoulders and Akaashi snuggled in.
Staring back at them from nearly every direction were their reflections. Bokuto watched as at least eight Akaashi’s lifted a mug to their lips and took a sip. “Oikawa might be the most insane one on your team,” Akaashi said. “This is a lot.”
When they got back, it was obvious Oikawa had every intention of them fucking each other surrounded by mirrors. Their room was full of them. For good measure, there was an old-fashioned camera on the dresser if they felt like taking photos of themselves.
“It probably would have been hot,” Bokuto admitted. “Seeing every angle of you.”
He felt Akaashi’s skin heat as he flushed. “Probably.”
But they were spent, already in the fuzzy satisfaction of a good fuck.
“Which nigt was better Iwa or Oikawa? The team will want to know.”
Akaashi sighed. “Both were really good.”
“Better than the kinky stuff?”
Akaashi’s fingers trailed up and down Bokuto’s arm. “That stuff is really fun and hot and I want to keep doing that, but the nights I like best are when it’s just us. No toys or other things in the way. Only you and me, feeling close to each other.”
“We really are disgustingly in love.”
“Very much so.” Akaashi’s nose crinkled. “I like that it annoys people.”
“Me too.” Bokuto nuzzled Akaashi’s neck. “We still need to decide on a score.”
“It was really fun tonight,” Akaashi mused. “Know what would be even more fun?”
“What?”
“Let’s give them a tie.”
Bokuto laughed and kissed Akaashi’s temple.
“Miya, sit down.”
“Only if I can sit on your—”
Sakusa grabbed Atsumu’s hand and yanked him down next to him on the couch. He whispered something into Atsumu’s ear and suddenly Atsumu was sitting upright like a normal person, wedged between Bokuto and Sakusa.
Other teammates sat on the floor, chatting quietly. They were all gathered in Bokuto and Akaashi's living room to watch the PR announcement about to be made. A sense of tension wove through conversation while they waited, but no one addressed it directly. Bokuto leaned into Akaashi. No one made mention of their sex games tonight.
“Everyone quiet,” Iwa said. “It’s starting.”
The room hushed and went silent.
On the TV, Kuroo walked on first with Oikawa and Hinata dressed in suits behind him. All three took a seat at the press conference table. Oikawa with a smug smile, Hinata grinning but looking less sure about this, and Kuroo looking the confident part of the PR manager. The audience was filled with reporters and cameramen, but on the screen only the backs of their heads could be seen.
Iwa stood to watch, leaning against a wall, and set apart from everyone else on the floor and couch. The veins in his arms were pronounced where he had them crossed. He was stressed. “Tooru’s been anxious about the announcement all week.”
Bokuto thought back to a couple days ago when Oikawa had been distracted before the photoshoot. He hadn’t put two and two together at the time, more focused on the whole listening to the photographer and being half naked thing, but now it made sense.
Kuroo leaned into the microphone. “Alright, we should get started. No reason to delay it.”
The tension in the living room wound tighter. Bokuto breathed deeply.
Kuroo flashed a grin. “I am delighted to announce that Hinata Shoyo and Oikawa Tooru will be representing Japan at the 2024 Olympic Games as our official Beach Volleyball Team.” Kuroo paused, and the stunned silence at the press conference was glaringly obvious. “They’ve been training hard together over the past two years on the MSBY Black Jackals and the Olympic committee is liking our chances. They’ll be the first all-Omega team to complete in any sport on a professional stage.”
Another long silence.
A reporter's hand shot up into the air. A series of others followed. Questions started to be shouted.
“Aren’t you worried about them being injured against all-Alpha teams?”
“This will give them an unfair advantage over Alphas, won’t it? Their very biology will be a distraction to other teams.”
“Shouldn’t Oikawa be at home with his Alpha? Not training to compete against others? They have a son now. He should be at home.”
A muscle flexed down Iwa’s jaw. Bokuto heard his teeth grind.
“How does Hinata Shoyo see this affecting his romantic prospects?"
“It’s not healthy for Omegas to compete in physically demanding sports.”
“Won’t this ruin the chances of either of them having children in the future?”
The noise was a canopy of sound that grated on the ears.
Kuroo continued to uphold his smile like none of it bothered him. “One question at a time. Thank you. We’ll start over here.”
The room hushed. “Do you feel like Japan will be physically at a disadvantage?”
“I can field this one,” Oikawa said, media trained smile in place. “We work closely with our athletic trainer on training schedules designed for Omega biology. I assure you it’s as effective as any Alpha’s training regiment, so we will be on equal footing with Alphas.”
Hinata nodded. “If you watch any of our recent games on the MSBY Black Jackals, you’ll see we’re on par with our teammates. Our biology won’t be an issue.”
Another hand. “Do you not see this as cheating then? An all-Omega team would be distracting for their opponents, who will be Alphas.”
Hinata got this one as well. “As per Olympic regulations, we’re required to wear scent patches during the games in a visible location so the refs can keep track of it. Our scents shouldn’t be distracting in the least.”
Another hand. “This one is for Oikawa Tooru.”
Oikawa nodded.
“What does your husband think of this?”
Iwa tensed. “That doesn’t fucking matter.”
Iwa’s scent was out of control, sinking into the room and making everyone else tense and suddenly Bokuto understood why Kuroo wouldn’t let him go to the press conference in person. He suspected a similar situation was happening with Kageyama and the Adlers right this second.
Oikawa took the question in stride. “He’s supportive. Always has been.”
Iwa didn’t say anything, but gave a nod.
Another question got fired at Hinata. Then one for both of them. On and on it went.
“Settle in, gentlemen,” Meian said. “It’s going to be a long night.”
The next night, practice was cancelled, Meian decided everyone needed a break, but Bokuto still wound up at the gym. Hinata had called him saying his night was planned and ready to go and to be at the gym around nine that night.
Akaashi slipped his hand into Bokuto’s pocket to lace their fingers together. “Should I be surprised that your teammate chose a volleyball court for us to sleep together?”
“Honestly,” Bokuto said, using his security pass to get in afterhours. “I’m surprised it took this long for any of them to do this. It would have been my first thought.” Bokuto squeezed Akaashi’s cold hand. “Do you want to set to me for a bit first?”
Akaashi tried to hide a smile. “Such sexy foreplay.”
“That a yes?”
“Yes.”
Bokuto fist pumped the air and kissed Akaashi before they continued down the hall towards the court.
“Hinata planned tonight, right?”
Bokuto nodded.
“How’s he been handling everything?”
A smidge of the enthusiasm Bokuto felt a moment before, dampened. “I haven’t heard much from him. It's been less than twenty-four hours and he’s been getting a lot of hate online about not being with an Alpha yet and sports keeping him from that. That he's going to get too old to have kids if he keeps playing. Kuroo’s dealing with it.”
“Hinata’s still secretly with Kageyama?”
“Yeah.” Bokuto frowned. “They’ll never be able to come forwards though. Not like this.”
“People find out Hinata has an Alpha; they’ll want them living together. And, right now they live in different cities because of their teams.”
“Exactly.”
It hadn't exactly been easy for Bokuto and Akaashi either, getting together and dating and eventually getting married, and Bokuto wouldn’t wish that media mess on anyone. Enough of their teammates had been through shit to love who they wanted; he was sick of seeing it be difficult.
When they got to the doors to the court, Bokuto tossed Akaashi a wink, and threw them open.
They both froze.
Bile rose in the back of Bokuto’s throat. His heart sunk.
Their court was wrecked. The net cut through into ribbons. Volleyballs deflated. Garbage thrown throughout the gym. Streamers hung from the rafters. And there, in the middle of it all, words stained the court in dark red spray paint.
Omegas Have No Right to Play.
Bokuto’s chest felt tight in his quiet shock. A lump welling up in his throat.
“Where’s Hinata?” Akaashi asked. “Is he still here somewhere?”
Bokuto pulled out his phone and made the call.
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