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Atsumu
Who the fuck had gotten all sweet with his Kiyoomi?
“I—” Atsumu’s voice cracked.
Sakusa froze. “Don’t—”
“Who the fuck—” Another crack. “Who?”
“Shit Atsumu, no, I shouldn’t have said it that way.”
Atsumu’s eyes flooded with tears, blurring the world and Sakusa with it. “Who?”
“You don’t understand, I—” Sakusa’s hand touched Atsumu’s shoulder.
Atsumu jerked away and took a step back. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”
“Atsumu...”
“No, don’t...just fuckin’ don’t.” Atsumu wrapped his arms around himself and took another step back. Sakusa looked lost, one hand hovering and wanting to reach out. His mouth gapped open, but the words absent as he scrambled for them. Atsumu didn’t give him the chance. “What the hell was that in the gym then? Getting’ in one last fuck before ya get married?”
“No.”
“That’s all I’m good for, right? Only good for a quick fuck.”
Sakusa had said that once, back when the team had all been pretend dating Iwaizumi. It felt all too true now. Atsumu wanted to cave in on himself.
“Atsumu, it’s an arranged marriage.”
Atsumu squeezed himself tighter and shook his head. “Ya still said yes.” A couple tears rolled down his cheeks. “Fuck you Kiyoomi. Ya fuckin’ prick.”
“No, I...I need a second to think.” Sakusa’s hand shook around his drink. “I shouldn’t have said it like that. I…”
A dark bruise with the impression of Sakusa’s teeth marked up Atsumu’s collarbone. He knew Sakusa was still sporting tiny half-moons from his nails digging into his back. Their intimate moment written onto their flesh and it meant nothing. Nothing made sense. Nothing.
Atsumu needed a shower. Needed to wash their evening together off his skin.
“The marriage is arranged,” Sakusa tried to explain again, “by my parents.”
Atsumu shoved his palms in his eyes. Don’t cry.
“I didn’t know it was happening until yesterday,” Sakusa said, quiet, but pleading. “I didn’t agree to have this set up or even want this. You know I don’t want to get married until after I retire from playing.” He left out the part where he hadn’t wanted kids before then either, but Atsumu knew, they’d talked about it long into the night once before. Sakusa reached out for Atsumu again, hesitated, and then curled his hand up into a fist. “I have no intention of going through with it, Atsumu.”
Atsumu still held himself at a distance. “Then, all ya gotta do is say fuckin’ no.”
“It’s not that simple.”
“Like hell it ain’t.” Atsumu angrily brushed at his tears. “Just tell ‘em no.”
Sakusa looked down at his drink. “My mother threatened Motoya and his family.”
Another tear rolled down Atsumu’s cheek. He felt like a misplaced priority in light of Motoya, but a little bit of understanding wormed its way in. “I’ve said it before, but ya ain’t responsible for Komori and his family, Kiyoomi.”
“Motoya was my first friend.” Sakusa’s eyes turned sharp. “My only friend for a really long time. I can't ruin his life.”
That look, Atsumu knew that look, and he knew there would be no changing Sakusa’s mind about it. And how could he even try? Knowing that that look was one of the reasons he’d fallen so hard in the first place. Those who managed to get through the tough exterior and interior of Sakusa Kiooymi had someone near ready to cut a bitch for them.
Atsumu rubbed at his red eyes, taking in shaky breaths. This was a lot. A whole hell of a lot to take in. “I fuckin’ hate your parents.”
Sakusa’s eyes met the horizon again. “Me too.”
Not the first time Sakusa had been manoeuvred into this corner.
Komori Motoya was a single Beta in a family of Omegas. Two Omega sisters, one older and one younger, and his Omega mother. The Alpha who’d essentially been a sperm donor with how long she stuck around after the youngest’s birth, never heard from again.
And, Omegas couldn’t be written into wills, so while Sakusa’s father and Komori’s mother were siblings, only Sakusa’s father, as an Alpha, had received any inheritance from their parents.
That left the Komori family with nothing, but what the Sakusa family gave them. A payment every month to help with living expenses, but only ever enough to keep them needing more. Never enough to save anything extra.
The older sister was working to put herself through university, the youngest was still in high school, and Komori’s mother worked as a teacher, but that was never near enough for a family of three Omegas unattached to any Alphas. The pay gap between Alphas and Omegas was immense, so Komori was strapped filling in the rest with his pro-athlete pay – liberos paid the least – and working parttime at a restaurant.
The first time Sakusa realized they needed those payments was when he’d refused to go to university at his mother’s request, wanting to play volleyball right out of high school. The Komori family stopped receiving the money, scrapping by every month, until Sakusa had caved and enrolled. If Sakusa chose to give them his share of the wealth, he’d be cut off from the Sakusa family funds and so would they.
So, no Sakusa couldn’t just break off the engagement. Not without repercussions.
Atsumu had punched a hole in the wall the night Sakusa first told him about the university situation, cutting up his fingers and bruising his knuckles. It had exploded into an argument. Atsumu of the opinion the Komori family could figure out their own shit because the Miya’s mother had when she was on her own. Sakusa had pointed out, Atsumu’s family had two Alphas and a Beta, so it wasn’t the same.
The argument still arose from time to time. Tonight, however, wasn’t the place.
Atsumu wiped at his face, trying to get rid of the tears still clinging to his eyelashes. He still felt sick to his stomach, but not quite as wounded with the weight of what Sakusa was facing.
Atsumu voice was quiet. “How’re ya gonna break off the engagement?”
“I don’t know.” Sakusa tilted his head thoughtfully. “Have the Omega break it off?”
“Wait.” Atsumu blinked. “Omega?”
“You know how my parents are. I’m not out to them.”
Right. “Oh shit.”
“Shit indeed.” Sakusa took another sip of his drink. “I’m telling you, Atsumu, I don’t want this.”
Atsumu hated how much comfort it gave him that Sakusa was only into Alphas. He started to feel his face cool and heart slowdown, knowing for certain Sakusa really didn’t want this. Never would have agreed to this. His stomach was still in knots though.
“I don’t know if I could…you know…” Sakusa glanced at Atsumu, gauging his emotions, before gesturing to his own crotch, “…get it up with an Omega or handle their heats. It would be a marriage set for destruction from the start. Wouldn’t be fair to them.”
A small snarl curled into Atsumu’s upper lip at any thought of any type of person getting close enough to attempt to sleep with Sakusa. Omega or otherwise. There were ways to get hard if Sakusa really had too, physical stimulation alone, and Atsumu didn’t like it one bit.
“I love ya,” Atsumu rasped. "Ya know that, right?"
Sakusa let out a long breath. “Atsumu—”
“Don’t matter that yer findin’ a way outta it,” Atsumu’s rubbed at his eyes again. “It’ll be hell ‘ta watch until ya sort it out.”
Sakusa stared dead ahead. “I know.”
Atsumu hesitated, and then, “Even if ya weren’t in some ridiculous arranged marriage, it wouldn’t matter, would it? About us? Gettin’ back together?”
A tense pause. “I don’t know.”
Atsumu felt like he was going to be sick and he sunk to the ground in a crouch, trying to catch his breath. “Fuck, Omi. I can’t keep doin’ this with ya. We can’t end things, then fuck a couple weeks later or be flirtin'. Ya can’t both have me and not have me. Ya can’t want me ‘ta not be with anybody else, exploring ruts and shit, and also not be with you. It ain’t fair.”
Sakusa let out a slow breath. “I know.”
Being rejected, then having Sakusa fuck him a few weeks later was fucking with Atsumu’s head.
A muscle flexed along Sakusa’s jaw as he lifted the can back to his lips and took a long drink. Clearly not liking the taste from the steely gaze in his eyes as he forced it down, but maybe that’s what he needed. “I’m just so pent up ,” he admitted. “It’s frustrating being near you all the time.”
“Ya think I’m not frustrated?” Atsumu fired back. “I can’t even jerk off ‘cause I got zero time ‘ta myself with my Ma and Osamu and the twins all packed into my apartment.”
Atsumu stood up, slumping back against the building. Sakusa joined him. They watched a car drive past on the road. Neither of them happy.
“Not that I want to sleep with anyone but you, but once the engagement—” the word fit poorly in Sakusa’s mouth, awkward and harsh “—is announced, I won’t be able to find any Alphas to let off some steam with anyway. No one’s going to risk touching me.”
“Well, I sure as hell ain’t findin’ anyone ‘ta fuck right now either. I ain’t got time.”
More silence stretched between them.
“Given our zero options and how pent up we are, what are the chances,” Atsumu asked, eyeing Sakusa carefully, “fuckin’ each other doesn’t happen again?”
“Slim to none.”
Atsumu kicked at the ground. “Yet, we can’t date ‘cause ya don’t trust me ‘ta stay.”
“Correct.”
“And, cause you’re stupidly gettin’ married, so we can’t get caught.”
“Hopefully not married, but yes.”
“And, we can’t just be friends ‘cause clearly that ain’t gonna work.”
“Also, correct.”
“’Cause we’re probably gonna fuck again.”
“High probability.”
Atsumu rolled his shoulders. “Fuck buddies.”
“What?”
“We’re gonna have ‘ta be fuck buddies.”
Sakusa narrowed his eyes. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“No, it ain’t. Better than lettin’ it build and gettin’ caught goin’ at it.”
Sakusa’s hand was shaking around his drink again.
“Fuck buddies, physical only,” Atsumu offered, “while I’m figurin’ my shit out with the ruts and being with Alphas. While you’re dealin’ with calling off the wedding. If it’s only physical then ya won’t get more attached ‘ta me, so if it all goes to shit it won’t hurt as bad.”
Sakusa took a long, long pause after that, eyes staying on the horizon and not an inkling of what he was thinking on his face. Emotionless and stoic, which is how most people saw him, but normally Atsumu could read his face better than this. “Omi?”
“Could you do that, Atsumu?” Sakusa said, at last. “Only let it be physical?”
“Could you?”
“Oh, I won’t have a problem.”
Atsumu snapped straight. “Fuckin’ asshole.”
Sakusa lifted an eyebrow, staring down at him, looking all fucking mighty.
Then, they were kissing each other again like idiots. Atsumu’s arms wrapped around Sakusa and Sakusa’s hands slipping beneath his shirt. Atsumu felt himself getting hard immediately. Damn he’d missed having orgasms, but he’d missed holding Sakusa like this even more.
“Wait, fuck,” Sakusa said, shoving Atsumu back. “Someone might see us.”
“See?” Atsumu said, wiping some drool off his chin. “That’s what I’m sayin’. We gotta fuck for the greater good, Omi.”
Sakusa looked wholly unimpressed by this logic.
“If we don’t fuck regularly,” Atsumu insisted, “we’re gonna get caught ‘cause we’re gonna do somethin’ stupid. Neither of us got some side piece ‘ta get it all out either.” Not that Atsumu really wanted anyone, but Sakusa anyway. And he sure didn’t want anyone else in Sakusa’s bed, so this arrangement would be a solid middle ground. Until they sorted out their shit.
“And, what?” Sakusa asked. “We do this forever?”
“We do it for now.” Atsumu shrugged. “Can’t predict the future.”
“We’re going to hurt each other at the end of this.”
“We’re already hurtin’. Might as well get some good fucks outta it.”
Sakusa looked Atsumu up and down. Fresh off a wild round of sex, his pupils were still dilated, making his whole eyes look real dark. A scowl on his lips made him look like a real grump. “I can’t believe I’m considering this.”
“It’ll be for the greater good, Omi.”
“A poor choice on my part to listen to your reasoning.”
Atsumu wasn’t going to make it a week without hitting on him if they didn’t agree to this and he knew Sakusa wouldn’t tell him to stop hitting on him, and they’d be right back to fucking each other and having this conversation again. At the moment, Atsumu couldn’t even get out his sexual frustration in the shower because the twins would start crying and he’d have to rush out. Even with his Ma and Osamu helping out, the twins mostly wanted to be held by him so he got stuck with them. Atsumu shifted from foot to foot. “C’mon Omi. What’d ya think?”
Sakusa shook his empty can. “I think I need another drink.”
Atsumu got his answer in the car on the way to the pub.
Sakusa never drove with a single drop of alcohol in his system, so they were taking Atsumu’s car to the nearest pub. They drove in silence, music off, because Atsumu knew Sakusa often needed some quiet to think things through before he committed to anything.
About halfway there, Sakusa let his hand drift over the middle consul and rest on Atsumu’s thigh. Atsumu forgot to breath for a solid minute. Then, when Sakusa slid his hand high onto Atsumu’s inner thigh, Atsumu forgot he was driving.
“Pay attention to the road, Miya.”
“I…yup.” Atsumu shook his head, focusing.
A minute later, Sakusa’s palm was pressing down on Atsumu’s crotch, and Atsumu swallowed hard, head entirely clouded. “I take it ya decided?”
“Mhm.”
Atsumu’s stomach fluttered. “I need ‘ta hear it, Omi.”
“Yes, Miya, we can be fuck buddies.”
Then, Sakusa cupped Atsumu’s crotch before starting to rub his hand over the hardening bulge in Atsumu’s pants with satisfaction. “You really are sensitive.”
All the blood was going from Atsumu’s head to his cock. His hands tight on the steering wheel like it was a life preserver. “Told ya, I haven’t had any fun in weeks.”
“You should probably pull over.”
Atsumu bit his lip, knowing he was not fit for driving like this and pulled onto the side of the not too busy street. He still made sure not to park beneath a streetlight. Then, Sakusa slipped free the button of his jeans, slowly undid the zipper, and Atsumu sprung out of his pants. Sakusa stared down at Atsumu’s cock. “Eager.”
“Don’t make fun,” Atsumu pleaded.
Sakusa smirked as he pulled the waist of Atsumu’s boxers down to free his cock. “Only this once.”
Then, his hand was working Atsumu steadily. The touch sending ripples of pleasure shooting down to Atsumu’s toes which curled up in his shoes. Oh, I’m not gonna last long. All the stress of the twins and the disaster of whatever he and Sakusa were and weren’t, slipped to the foreground as his mind numbed out to only the feel-good sensation of touch on his neglected dick.
Sakusa’s fingers paid particular attention to Atsumu’s tip, getting Atsumu’s heartrate up and his face flushed with the careful meticulous way he had. When Atsumu glanced over, he saw that steely, careful look Sakusa got, like every touch needed to be exact.
Atsumu’s hips twitched. “Omi, I don’t got another pair of clothes.”
“You let me worry about that.”
“Yeah…” Atsumu’s breathing was shallow, “yeah, okay.”
Not hard to convince him, and Atsumu slid down the seat, his hair sticking up behind him as he closed his eyes. Sakusa’s hand worked him leisurely and in that meticulous way he had, getting every bit of Atsumu's dick rubbed thoroughly. Hands gentle without lube, but the pressure consistent as he went from base to tip, taking extra time to run his thumb over the slit.
Atsumu shifted on the seat, hips twitching again.
He heard the dashboard open. Sakusa rifling through it with his free hand.
“What ya…doin’, Omi?”
“Getting napkins.”
“Good idea.”
Sakusa ran his fingers through Atsumu’s precum, stroking it down Atsumu’s dick to make him more slippery and to work Atsumu faster. An involuntary moan slipped out of Atsumu, but he didn’t try to hush it in the quiet of the car with only the two of them.
“You look so good, Atsumu.” Sakusa twisted his wrist on the upstroke. “So, big like this.”
Atsumu let out a low grunt, head falling forwards. “Omi, I’m gonna—”
Sakusa jerked him hard and sudden. Another moan slipped out of Atsumu’s mouth as rational thought and speech left him entirely. Sakusa continued his relentless pace, wounding Atsumu up tight until he couldn’t take it anymore.
Atsumu tipped over the edge, folding over until his brow hit the steering wheel. Sakusa caught most of Atsumu’s cum in a napkin, a little getting on his hands, as Atsumu’s hips jolted as his orgasm fell over him.
Atsumu was breathing heavy when he was done. “I’ll…last longer next time, Omi.”
Sakusa got more napkins out of the dashboard, first wiping off what had gotten on Atsumu and his pants, and then wiping off his hand. “You still keep hand sanitizer in here?”
Atsumu nodded. “In the middle consul ever since we started…doin’ things.”
Sakusa dug it out and got his hands as clean as he could in the car. “So, to the pub?”
“We still gotta go there?”
“Yes,” Sakusa said, tossing the napkins in the small bag of trash Atsumu had. “I need a non-disgusting drink.”
A couple drinks in they were both feeling pretty good in their small corner of the pub, not overly busy for a Tuesday night and granting them some privacy, when Sakusa pulled out his phone. “We need boundaries.”
“For what?”
“Our fucking,” Sakusa took two tries to open his notes app, “fuck buddy thing.”
“Why?”
“So, you don’t get attached.”
“Me? What’d about you?”
“I have no feelings.”
“You’re a fuckin’ lair.”
“I can compart…compar…commentalize,” Sakusa struggled. “I can put the feelings in tiny boxes.”
“Ya got a tiny box for yer feelings for me?” Atsumu pouted. “That’s adorable.”
“Stop that.”
“Why? It makin’ ya feel things? Go put it in a box.”
“No relationship shit, Miya.”
“That should be the name of our list.”
“Yes, excellent.”
Sakusa wrote ‘No Relationship Shit’ across the top of the doc. “’Kay. What first?”
Atsumu suddenly no longer liked this arrangement.
“Alright,” Sakusa started, seeing Atsumu’s reaction. “I’ll start. No staying the night.”
Atsumu pouted.
Sakusa looked unimpressed. “We’re only doing this fuck buddy thing if—”
“Fine. No eatin’ together after or before fucking.”
Sakusa nodded. Jotted it down. “No holding hands.”
Atsumu’s nose crinkled up. “No goin’ on dates.”
“Obviously.” Sakusa added it. “No talking about feelings after sex.”
“The fuck we gonna talk about?”
Sakusa backspaced. “We can discuss our feelings about the sex. If it felt okay, if anything made us uncomfortable, if we’d like to try something next time, but no talking about feelings or personal matters beyond sex. Volleyball is a safe topic. That stupid show you’re into right now is too. I’m sure there are other safe topics.”
“’Kay. That seems fair.”
“No cuddling.”
“What ‘bout aftercare?” Atsumu asked, appalled. “We gotta have some. I need cuddles.”
“We cuddle on the couch only. Not in the bed.”
Atsumu crossed his arms. “Fine.”
“Fully dressed.”
“Outrageous!”
Sakusa contemplated this. “Wrapped up in blankets?”
“On the couch, with shared blankets,” Atsumu countered, “and we don’t gotta be fully dressed.”
The negotiations had begun and Atsumu wasn’t budging on this.
Sakusa clearly understood that. “Fine, but I’ll be wearing boxers.”
“You do you, Omi. I’ll be naked.”
“And, no cuddling unless it’s directly after sex.”
“Easier for you. Ya don’t like ‘ta cuddle already.”
“It’s tolerable with you.”
“I feel so special.”
“You should.”
“Probably no showerin’ together after either, yeah?”
Sakusa hesitated.
Atsumu knew he loved shower sex, getting to be clean and fucking at the same time was a dream for him. Atsumu leaned forwards. “We can fuck in the shower, Omi. I meant gettin’ cleaned up afterwards. We should do that separate.”
Sakusa still hesitated and it started to occur to Atsumu that showering innocently together afterwards might be Sakusa’s form of cuddling and aftercare. Atsumu hadn’t realized it before, but it made a whole lot of sense. “Ya got a shower and separate bathtub at your place, yeah?”
Sakusa nodded.
“Then, we can wash up at the same time, but not together,” Atsumu offered. “I don’t have a lot of hope in us not washing each other if we’re in the same shower or bath.”
Sakusa had an easier time writing that down, but still looked grumpy over it. “We’ll have to always meet at my place then. You only have one shower.”
“We can’t meet at mine anyway.”
“Why not?”
Atsumu lifted an eyebrow. “My Ma? Osamu? The twins?”
“Yes, that would make sex more difficult.”
Atsumu downed some of his drink. “Havin’ the twins is gonna make it more difficult ‘ta even meet up. I don’t got as much free time as I used ‘ta have.”
“We’ll make it work.”
Atsumu really thought Sakusa was underestimating how difficult it was to get away from the twins, and that was with his Ma and Osamu in the city. Things would all change again when they left. He needed to start looking for a daycare soon.
“I don’t want to spend our ruts together,” Sakusa said.
Atsumu stilled. “Why not?”
“Too vulnerable.”
“But that’s the best time ‘ta fuck and I get more ruts a year than you do,” Atsumu whined. “Gonna make me go at it alone?”
“Your hand it perfectly capable.”
Atsumu frowned. “How am I ever gonna know if I like other Alpha's ruts?”
Sakusa stared at him for a minute. “We’ll revaluate when we get there, okay?”
Best Atsumu could get for now. “Okay.”
“I’d also prefer to keep this quiet,” Sakusa said. “Until I get the marriage called off.”
The press would be all over them if Sakusa Kiyoomi, son of Uki Sakusa, was caught cheating on his soon to be husband, so Atsumu nodded, already sick of the press asking him questions about his sexuality. He didn’t need more attention. He’d never wanted to hide from the press before, but now he sure did. He also wanted to keep Sakusa safe. “Even the team?”
“Iwaizumi is going to suspect something is up, so Oikawa will too.” Sakusa frowned. “Let’s keep it quiet from everyone else if we can manage it, but I won’t be too upset if they find out. We have to make it clear we aren’t dating though.”
“Only fucking.”
“Yes. Exactly.”
Atsumu bit his bottom lip. “Are we sleepin’ with other people or only each other?”
“Best to sleep with only each other if we want go at it raw. I’d rather not catch a STD.”
Atsumu was thrilled to hear that. He didn’t want to end up spending his ruts alone, but the thought of Sakusa sleeping with other people set him on edge. He rested his fingers against his collarbone, tender still where Sakusa had bruised and bit him.
He caught Sakusa watching him touch that spot, but Sakusa didn’t say anything.
They sat late into the night, negotiating the terms of their arrangement and slowly getting more and more drunk. No hugs outside of sex, no posting photos of each other, no sharing a hotel room at away games because that would mean they’d have to spend the night together and that also was not allowed. No sharing water bottles because it would be too obvious to the team what they were doing since Sakusa didn’t share water bottles unless he was sleeping with someone regularly. No saying I love you for obvious reasons. No trying to define the relationship beyond fucking.
“I don’t want anything to do with the twins,” Sakusa said firmly.
“’Course, Omi. Wasn’t even thinkin’ ‘bout that.”
Still, it went on the list.
So many boundaries, but by the end of the night they were in agreement.
This was full-proof. Now when to meet.
“Thursday morning?”
“Can’t,” Atsumu said. “Need ‘ta take the twins for their vaccines. Saturday evening?”
“Meeting my fiancé.”
“Friday evening?”
“We have a game.”
“Friday morning?”
“We’re traveling for the game. It’s an overnight away game.”
“It is?”
“Yes, Atsumu.”
“Shit. I gotta see if my Ma can watch the twins overnight.”
“Friday after the game then?” Sakusa offered.
Atsumu tilted his head. “We aren’t sharin’ a hotel room anymore.”
“We’ll find a place to do it.”
“Kinky. I like it.” Atsumu grinned. “Friday after the game works.”
They stayed at the pub another hour after all the terms and conditions had been settled before going outside to grab their separate Ubers. Atsumu’s rolled up first, but before he could get to the car the MSBY Jackals' most precise wing spiker slapped him hard on the ass with all his strength.
“Fuckin’ hell, Omi.” It stung immediately, and Atsumu knew he was going to have a hand shaped print on his ass cheek tomorrow. “Ya know ya hit balls for a livin’ right?”
“I’d hit those balls and that ass too.” Well, Sakusa was well and totally drunk.
“It’s a pretty damn good ass,” Atsumu agreed, rubbing his ass cheek, annoyed, but pleased.
Then, he got in the car and headed for home.
Nobody was happy to see him when he got home.
“Atsumu Miya,” his mother snapped, warming bottles in the kitchen, “where the hell have ya been?”
Atsumu immediately stumbled into a wall before righting himself. “Out.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, not looking one bit please. “Atsumu—”
Atsumu burst into laughter at her expression. “Love ya, Ma.”
Then, Osamu walked in with a baby in each arm, looking exhausted and pissed off and he glared daggers at Atsumu. “Ya piece of shit. Ya were supposed to be back six hours ago.”
Atsumu got all excited seeing his twins. “My two favorite buddies!"
“I missed an appointment because ya weren’t here.”
Ignoring both his mother and Osamu, Atsumu shimmied his way across the apartment and brought his face real close to his twins’ faces. Their tiny breaths brushing against his warm skin. He leaned over, leaving a slobbery kiss on one of their foreheads. “My buddies.”
“Ya smell like alcohol and Sakusa, ya dumbass.”
“Sakusa,” Atsumu said cheerfully. “We’re fuckin’ again.”
“Fantastic,” Osamu said, shoving past him. “Now, move. The kids are hungry.”
Atsumu swung around, nearly falling over again. His mom had her arms crossed over her chest, but the earlier anger had been replaced with a curiosity. “Sakusa, huh? That Alpha on your team with the black curly hair?”
Atsumu sighed happily. “Yeah.”
She smiled in that knowing way mother's had. “You sure do have a type, Atsumu.”
Osamu grabbed one of the bottles, handing off one of the twins to his mother, and Atsumu stormed towards them. “I wanna feed one of ‘em.”
“No,” Osamu said, “you’ll drop him.”
Atsumu got teary eyed. “My buddies.”
“Stop blubberin’,” Osamu demanded. “You’re such a fuckin’ mess.”
"Osamu, give me the kid and get your brother into bed."
"Why the fuck do I gotta-"
"Osamu Miya."
"Fine, Ma." Osamu handed off the twin and then shoved Atsumu towards the bedroom. "Get in the bed, ya idiot."
When Atsumu woke an hour later, Osamu was asleep on the other side of the bed, he could hear his Ma snoring lightly on the couch, and see the twins sleeping on the baby monitor, making the entire apartment a rare moment of quiet.
He glanced at his brother, then still feeling happily tipsy, slipped out of the bed. and wandered down the hall to the nursery. He slowly opened the door and crept over to their bassinets. One in each, all curled up in their little swaddles, and his heart imploded in his chest at the sight of them. So tiny and cute and they were his tiny little buggers, he got overwhelmed and started to feel a little choked up.
He ran a gentle finger down one twin’s soft cheek. “I ain’t ever leavin’ you two, ya got that? I’m stayin’. I promise.” Then, he put his finger in the tiny fist of the other. “I still gotta name both of ya if I’m keepin’ yous forever though.” In his liquidated brain, it eased the pressure off of naming them and being their father and everything that came with that, making the names come so easy and obvious that he let out a laugh. “That wasn’t so hard now was it?” He stared at them. “How am I gonna remember which one of you is which?”
He stared at them for a solid ten minutes, then he stumbled back into the living room and to his desk to grab a black marker. He managed not to wake his exhausted mother on the couch on his way there and back. Then, he scribbled across their tiny foreheads. 直居 on one and 忠昭 on the other.
He set the marker aside and leaned his face real close to theirs.
“Naooki Miya and Tadaaki Miya. Pleased ‘ta meet ya.”
January 28th
Atsumu woke in the morning with the scent of Sakusa in his nose, making him feel all safe and secure and cozy, until his headache forcefully made itself known. Atsumu shoved his face into his pillow and let out a groan. His only blessing this morning was that Osamu was already up, leaving the bed entirely to Atsumu and he sprawled out.
He thought he’d been imagining Sakusa’s scent, but it still hung in the room. He shoved his face further under the pillows, trying to block out the sun, but enjoying the security that scent seemed to bring him even while feeling like shit.
It took a second longer for him to realize. Osamu’s voice from last night saying he smelt like alcohol and Sakusa, made Atsumu drag his head out from under the pillow and pull his shirt away from his chest to get a whiff of himself.
For fuck’s sake, Omi.
Atsumu fumbled around the bed for his phone, calling up Sakusa and fully intending to leave a long ass voicemail, but to his surprise Sakusa picked up. “Hello?”
At least he sounds rough as hell too.
“Ya scent marked me, Omi!”
“Oh. My bad.”
“Ya don’t sound upset at all.”
“It wasn’t intentional. I got carried away.” Sakusa yawned. “I’ll add it to the list.”
Atsumu froze up. No scent marking should most definitely be on the ‘No Relationship Shit’ list, but he didn’t like the sound of it. Suddenly, the fact he smelt like Sakusa didn’t bother him nearly as much since it wouldn’t be happening again. “That’s a good idea,” he said, not fully being honest.
Sakusa yawned again. “I’m going back to sleep now. See you at practice later.”
Then, Sakusa hung up.
Atsumu glared at his phone, thinking of Sakusa all alone in his massive apartment burrowing down into his pillows to sleep the morning away. Meanwhile, his Ma and brother were making as much noise as possible in the kitchen.
That, and it was going to take a long ass shower to get Sakusa’s scent off of him. Not the first time Sakusa had accidently left his scent all over him, not realizing his pheromones were strong enough to leave a scent and rubbing up against Atsumu’s throat where their scents could mingle. Last time, it had taken six showers with strong soap to get the scent off of him.
Atsumu heaved himself from bed, then froze on the carpet. His family was waiting beyond those doors and he was covered in Sakusa’s scent. He rubbed his face and shoved his hand through his hair until it was sticking up all wild. “Fuck my life,” he muttered before finally changing out of yesterday’s clothes into new ones and walking out into the kitchen.
He didn’t look at either of them, headed straight for the already made coffee and poured himself a mug, taking that first needed sip before turning around.
His mother and Osamu were both knowingly staring at him.
“I know,” Atsumu said, leaning against the counter. “I smell like him.”
Osamu got a shit eating grin. “And, why would that be, ‘Sumu?”
Atsumu’s eyes narrowed. “Well, not that you’d know anything ‘bout this, but when two people are horny as f—”
“Atsumu Miya,” his mother cut him off.
He gestured at Osamu. “He fuckin’ started it!”
“I don’t care who started it, I don’t wanna hear it.” She sat down at the kitchen table, setting her tea in front of her. “I do wanna hear ‘bout this Sakusa. You two bein’ together again and all. Am I gonna get ‘ta meet him?”
Atsumu froze. “Ah Ma, it ain’t like that.”
“Then,” her voice got hard, protective, “what’s it like?”
“I…” Atsumu trailed off. Shit. “It’s nothin’—”
Osamu happily provided an answer. “They’re just sleepin’ together, Ma.”
Atsumu grabbed the closest thing on the counter, a spatula, and threw it at Osamu’s big ugly head. “Would you shut up!”
“Atsumu, honey,” his mother said. “I’m worried ‘bout you. I told you ‘ta be careful.”
“You don’t gotta worry, Ma. I got everythin’ under control.”
“Do you?”
“Oh yeah,” Osamu chirped, “walkin’ in drunk as hell in the middle of the night after fuckin’ some Alpha yer not even datin’ when you were supposed ‘ta be watchin’ yer two bastard children is the epitome of havin’ everything under control.”
“Next time I’m throwin’ a knife,” Atsumu threatened.
“Honey,” his mother said. “I’m concerned about your lack of decision-makin’ skills.”
“My decisions are fine, Ma. I’m good. I’m happy. Life is good.”
“But I thought you had feelings for Sakusa? Only sleepin’ with him is gonna get you hurt.”
Atsumu ran a hand down his face, wishing more than ever that his family was not here to intrude on his life, but also knowing he desperately needed their help because he was in over his head where the twins were concerned. “We’re just…seeing how things go.”
His mother did not look thrilled. “At least, you can’t knock him up, I guess.”
Atsumu took a sip of his coffee. That’s true.
One of the twins started to cry, the other following soon after. His mother got up from her chair with a sigh. “I got ‘em. Be right back.” Then, she vanished into the second room, speaking all quiet and soft.
Atsumu glared at Osamu. “Yer a prick. Ma didn’t need ‘ta know the state of my sex life.”
Osamu shrugged. “I don’t like Sakusa.”
“Why not?”
“The way he treats you. Keepin’ you ‘round when he knows you got feelings and shit for him.”
“I agreed ‘ta this too, ‘Samu.”
“Still don’t like him.”
Atsumu was going to need more coffee. “I don’t think Ma does either.”
“Don’t matter, does it?” Osamu said, lifting an eyebrow. “Since ya ain’t datin’ he won’t ever be part of this family, so don’t matter if we hate him.”
That stung more than Atsumu wanted it too, he turned away to get another cup of coffee though he hadn’t finished the first. He drank both cups while Osamu ate breakfast in silence.
His mother came back in, holding both twins. “What is on their heads?”
Atsumu squinted. “Oh. I named ‘em last night.”
“And wrote their names on their heads?”
Osamu burst into laughter.
“I didn’t wanna forget which was which,” Atsumu explained.
His mother tilted one baby towards her. “I can’t read this drunken scrawl.”
“Naooki,” Atsumu said quietly, “it means ‘to stay’.”
His mother’s face got all soft. “And the other?”
“Tadaaki means ‘loyalty or devoted’. Since there ain’t a name that means promise I figured that’d be close enough.” Atsumu rubbed his temple. “I promised ‘em I would stay so I thought the names were fittin’.”
Osamu blinked. “Naooki Miya and Tadaaki Miya. Not bad.”
Atsumu’s mother held them closer. “Hey, Oki and Aki.”
“Nicknamin’ ‘em already Ma?”
“They’re lovely names, Atsumu.”
His chest felt warm. “Thanks, Ma.”
Atsumu finished up his coffee and then set the mugs in the sinks with a yawn. “Alright, I got practice this afternoon, so I’m gonna get some sleep.”
“Like hell you are, Atsumu Miya.”
Atsumu flinched at his mother’s tone. “Why not?”
“Osamu’s got an appointment and I need ‘ta run some errands. You gotta watch your kids.”
“But,” he whined, “I’m hungover.”
She grinned. “Then, it’s gonna be a hell of a day for you.”
And there was his punishment. Why his mother couldn’t scold her kids in a normal manner was entirely beyond Atsumu. Giving sex talks to him and his friends and now this. She was a cruel woman.
They finished up their breakfast, and then headed out, leaving Atsumu with the twins.
“How ‘bout it buddies?” Atsumu asked, holding one in each arm. “Gonna have a nice quiet day? Take a good, long nap and then an even longer shower?”
Naooki’s face squished up.
“No,” Atsumu pleaded. “Please don’t.”
He let out an ear-shattering cry which woke his brother, then Tadaaki was crying too.
And Atsumu thought about joining them when his head started to feel like it was being sliced down the middle.
January 30th
On Friday morning before they left for the away game, Coach Foster called Atsumu and Sakusa into his office. Iwaizumi was sitting there, slumped in his chair, looking grumpy and tired. He gave them a nod when they walked in.
“We have a bus to catch,” Coach Foster said, “so let’s make this quick. I know you two had sex on the court.”
Atsumu whirled on Iwaizumi. “You ratted us out?”
“No,” Iwaizumi muttered. “I don’t even know why I’m here.”
“We got an alert that someone was in the building past regular hours,” Coach Foster explained. “We have motion sensors on the doors to collect statistical data on how many visitors come to the training facility a day to get government funding and sponsors. The sensor was set off by Iwaizumi when he came to check why the lights were still on.”
“That doesn’t explain how ya know what we did.”
“Keiko and I checked the video footage to see who had set off the sensors and to ensure nothing was stolen, so imagine what we found instead.”
Sakusa’s face paled.
Atsumu kept his mouth shut for once.
“We didn’t need to watch much to see what was happening.”
So, Atsumu reasoned in his head, moving forwards, the gym was off limits because apparently it had security cameras. Locker room, showers, and equipment room were all still free game though.
“So, new rule,” Coach Foster told them. “Not only are Sakusa and Miya not allowed alone in the locker room together. They are also not allowed to be unsupervised in the gym or anywhere else on the training grounds. Iwaizumi you’ll be responsible for watching them.”
Iwaizumi jolted in his chair. “What?”
“Someone needs to keep an eye on them and you’re the most responsible one on the team. Particularly at away games.”
“What about Meian?”
“Good point. I’ll have him help you. I want the both of you to watch them.”
“These two are grown adults,” Iwaizumi protested.
“Who have had sex on multiple surfaces in this facility,” Coach Foster countered. “And I can’t kick them off the team because they play so goddamn well together. I’m not jeopardizing this season because I needed some consequences for their actions and had to kick them off the team for defacing the gym with their bare asses.”
It was the most any of them had heard Coach Foster say other than when he was talking volleyball, so that’s probably why Iwaizumi caved. “Fine. I’ll babysit these two idiots."
“And, you two?” Coach Foster stared them down. “No having sex all over the gym or at the gyms at our away games. Definitely not at our away games where we have been invited as guests, got it?”
“Got it,” Sakusa muttered.
“Yup,” Atsumu agreed.
“Great. Now the bus is waiting, let’s go.”
The all got up to leave. Atsumu glanced over at Sakusa, who refused to look at him, and that said everything in the world.
All Coach Foster had done was given them a challenge.