Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/
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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Iwaizumi_Hajime/Oikawa_Tooru
  Character:
      Iwaizumi_Hajime, Oikawa_Tooru
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Oikawa_Tooru, Omega_Iwaizumi_Hajime,
      Porn_With_Plot, Angst_and_Porn, Dubious_Consent, Anal_Sex, Locker_Room,
      Iwaizumi_Hajime/Oikawa_Tooru_Angst
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-02-24 Chapters: 5/? Words: 8075
****** The wrong bond ******
by thelady
Summary
     Iwaizumi and Oikawa's friendship is put to a test when Iwaizumi
     presents as an Omega and Oikawa is not strong enough to resist him.
Notes
     Thank you for reading.
     It goes without saying but I don't condone any of this outside the
     realm of 'fantasy'.
     Hope you enjoy!
     (I will try to continue this)
***** Chapter 1 *****

The locker room was quiet, so quiet that Oikawa could hear the beat of his
heart and the gentle hum of the air conditioning echoing through the empty
corridors.
He was cold now, after training his heart out in the gym practicing his serves.
He still wasn't completely satisfied with them, but he knew that Iwaizumi
wouldn't let him stay longer than that.
In the past few weeks his best friend had taken the habit to keep him company
during his extra training sessions: Oikawa knew that Iwaizumi was doing it just
to make sure that he was not tearing his knee apart with reckless training, but
couldn't help feeling a bit annoyed by it.
"Iwa-chaan, how long do you think it's going to be? I'm freezing here"
"Shut up. I'm almost done..."
"I'm starving! Why is it taking you so long to get dressed?"
Iwaizumi didn't reply and Oikawa sighted loudly. He got up and walked lazily
towards the showers area to see why Iwaizumi took so long. The spiker was bent
over the sink, fully dressed, splashing his face with cold water. Sweat was
seeping out of his pores making his skin glisten, Iwaizumi's hair were
practically glued to his forehead and his cheeks looked slightly red.
He looked a bit dazed and Oikawa started to worry: "Hey, Iwa-chan are you
alright?"
Oikawa was about to step forward when Iwaizumi's scent hit him harder than a
ton of bricks; he suddenly felt light-headed. "Fuck" he hunched over, resting
his hands on his knees as his chest heaved and sweat dripped from his temples.
A sweet spicy smell was wafting from Iwaizumi in thick waves, each one sending
his heart racing and his groin aching with an insistent want.
“Iwa-chan…” the setter cooed making Iwaizumi shiver at the sound of the alpha's
voice, "Iwa-chan, what's going on?"
When Iwaizumi turned to face Oikawa his eyes were completely glazed over, blown
dark with need, tears in the corners.
"I don't k-know, I think..." Iwaizumi's breath escaped him in harsh pants as he
spoke, "I think I'm presenting..."
"It can't be, you are...you are.." Oikawa protested weakly, "this can't be
happening".
The very though that Iwaizumi could be anything else than an alpha or a beta
never crossed Oikawa's mind. Since they were kids everybody thought of Iwaizumi
as the perfect embodiment of what an alpha should be. When Oikawa presented as
an alpha himself, everybody thought it was just a matter of time before
Iwaizumi presented too. When that didn't happened, they just assumed that
Iwaizumi would turn out to be a beta like his parents or that he was going to
present in his late teens. But now...
"You can't stay here" Iwaizumi's strained voice cut through Oikawa's train of
thoughts, "You need to leave".
"What are you taking about? I can't just leave you here like this"
"D-don't be stupid.."
Oikawa was fully aware of the implications of being exposed to an omega's heat
but was not going to leave his best friend alone like that in the locker room.
"I'm not going"
"Then I'll go...." the omega said as he tried to move away from the sink and to
the door.
Despite his best efforts, his knees buckled just after a few steps and Iwaizumi
fell on the floor. Without thinking twice, Oikawa launched forward and grabbed
a hold of Iwaizumi's t-shirt to help him standing up: "Stop being so
stubborn..." Oikawa's voice was cut short when he realised that they were
standing way too close for their own good, Iwaizumi's smell sending Oikawa's
instincts haywire. Oikawa reminded himself that Iwaizumi was his best friend
and that they have known each other since they were little.
"I'll take you home, Iwa-chan.." Oikawa said, more to himself than to Iwaizumi.
The omega pressed his forehead against Oikawa’s shoulder and wrapped both of
his arms around him: "It's so hot.." he murmured into the crook of Oikawa's
neck, making the alpha's member twitch in his pants "I'm burning"
"Can you walk, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa said in a strained voice as he grabbed
Iwaizumi's arm and dragged the omega tentatively towards the nearest bench.
'What am I even doing?' He thought to himself as the omega moaned at the touch.
He should just call somebody, he should call his parents or Iwaizumi's parents,
hell even the coach would do in this moment. Oikawa knew that staying there was
a bad idea for the both of them but at the same time he was unable to leave.
His alpha instincts demanded that he stayed there with the omega in heat, to
prefect him from other alpha, to make sure that no one else could get close.
Oikawa swallowed at the thoughts that passed through his mind and tried to
remain calm, he really did. Oikawa had watched young omegas have wet heats
online in the past and sometimes jerked off to that, but this was different.
This time it was completely different: this time it was his best friend. It was
somebody he had known since forever not some faceless omega on the internet.
But Oikawa's body wanted to pin Iwaizumi down and fuck him senseless onto the
floor. His instincts demanded he'd claim him, mark him, knot him...
"Oikawa" Iwaizumi panted as he moved to lay down on the bench: his body was
shivering uncontrollably and slick was starting to pool down on the floor. His
clothes were sticking to his body like a second skin and Oikawa could see that
his nipples were hard. Iwaizumi was at his limit and Oikawa could tell that the
pain of not being filled was getting absolutely unbearable for him.
Almost in a trance, he moved his hand under his friend's shirt to touch his
dampened skin and Iwaizumi shivered at the touch of his cold hand. The alpha
licked his lips and grabbed at the omega's shirt trying to pull it off.
"Oik-Oikawa...stop", the other male protested weakly and tried to shove Oikawa'
hands away, earning a low menacing growl from the alpha.
"You are in pain, let me help you" the setter murmured almost in a trance, the
dark pupils of his eyes almost overtaking the brown irises. The omega's scent
was growing stronger now and it further clouded Oikawa's thoughts
Iwaizumi gasped as his shirt was pulled over his head in a quick movement by
the alpha. Oikawa couldn't tear his eyes away from Iwaizumi's body. The omega's
muscles rippled and jutted out in cut lines. His skin was so hard and tan and
glisten with sweat. His scent was so good and intoxicatingly sweet...
"You smell so good..." the Oikawa said as he pressed his lips onto Iwaizumi’s
mouth and explored his friend’s taste with genuine hunger. Iwaizumi's lips were
dry, soft and warm as he kissed Oikawa back lightly, almost chastely. Tilting
his head, Oikawa invited Iwaizumi to kiss him deeper, harder.
"We shouldn't ..." Iwaizumi moaned in Oikawa's mouth.
“Shh, it’s okay,” Oikawa let out a hot whisper of reassurance. He could feel
Iwaizumi's uncertainty and his alpha instincts demanded that he calm his omega.
A small gasp escaped the omega lips, as Oikawa slipped a hand past the
waistlines of the spiker’s boxers and began moving up and down on his length,
earning more desperate gasps from Iwaizumi.
Oikawa started stroking Iwaizumi’s hardness faster and smiled at the wet moan
the spiker released into his lips. He could taste himself on Iwaizumi and
Oikawa could get drunk on that taste alone. 
"More..I want more" the alpha whispered under his breath as he pulled down his
pants and freed his erection. He has never been so hard before and Oikawa
needed some release. His instincts were telling him to fuck and he complied.
Oikawa yanked Iwaizumi’s pants and shorts down to his ankles with a swift pull,
and moved between the omega’s legs. Grasping the Iwaizumi’s hip with one hand,
Oikawa guided his cockhead to the omega’s twitching entrance and pushed in.
He was aware of what he was doing, but he couldn’t exactly stop.
Iwaizumi keened; the sound of his pleased voice adding to Oikawa’s burning
desire. Fire spread up his cock to ignite in his veins, driving him to thrust,
to fuck, to take.
Iwaizumi let out a desperate whine as the alpha started moving at a furious
tempo, burying his cock balls deep in the omega in one swift movement. He
clawed at Oikawa's shirt as the alpha's thrusts were getting more powerful and
animalistic.
Oikawa pounded inside of Iwaizumi, thrusting in hard, fast strokes, claiming
the omega with each hard slap against his skin.
Iwaizumi's nails dragged down on Oiwawa's arms, leaving scratch marks behind.
His toes curled at the sensation of being so thoroughly fucked, his cries only
becoming louder.
Oikawa wasn't much better himself, groaning loudly as Iwaizumi tightened around
him.
"A-Ahh- alpha" Iwaizumi moaned completely lost in the pleasure, his hand moving
up to Oikawa's shoulders. “M-More,” he begged him, “Give me more more—”
Iwaizumi wasn’t trying to hold back his voice anymore.
"Fuck," Oikawa moaned loudly at the sight of his best friend looking so utterly
wrecked by him and increased his tempo.
The alpha felt the heavy pulsing of his cock as his knot began to form, and
moved his hands on Iwaizumi's hips to pull him closer to him.
“Alpha,” Iwaizumi clawed, “More, gimme,” he kissed him, begging, “Knot. I want
it. I need—” The omega couldn’t help the throaty whine that cracked his voice,
wanton and unfamiliar, as Oikawa's knot stretched him wide, spilling into him.
"Iwa-chan!" Oikawa murmured as he came inside him.
===============================================================================
“This is a fucking disaster,” Iwaizumi mumbled to himself, shifting slightly
under the weight of Oikawa's body.
“I know!” the alpha replied.
"You know? We are knotted! You fucking knotted me"
"I didn’t mean to knot you,” Oikawa said, his face completely defeated and
filled with embarrassment. “I got too caught up. I’m sorry.”
"You better be! I mean I could be pregnant thanks to you"
Oikawa's face paled at the thought but said nothing. He knew that Iwaizumi was
right and that he had all the reasons to be furious at him. Oikawa felt like an
idiot for loosing his control so easily. He never felt so ashamed... 
”Hey,” Iwaizumi said as he shook Oikawa's shoulder. ”I think that we should go”
he added with a quiet voice.
Oikawa realised that his knot was finally gone and his cock had gone limp
inside his friend. Oikawa made a sound of understanding and moved to get up. 
Iwaizumi was clearly sore from what they have been doing so Oikawa helped him
get dressed. Iwaizumi's smell was slightly more mellow than before but Oikawa
knew that they didn't have much time before his next heat started. When the
omega was finally dressed Oikawa handed him his jacket to put over his shoulder
"this should help you avoid unwanted attention on our way home..." he added
shyly.
iwaizumi gave him a questioning look but took the jacket nevertheless.
When they were about to leave Oikawa stopped at the door of the locker room and
gripped at the handle tightly: "Iwa-chan?"
"What is it now?"
"Are we alright?"
Iwaizumi sighted loudly at the question and turned his face away from his
friend.
"I don't know shitty-kawa. I honestly don't know.."
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     The angst
Iwaizumi didn't come to school for a few days. It was a pretty standard thing
for newly presented omega but Oikawa was feeling uneasy. He looked at the empty
desk next to him and sighed loudly, wearing a pained expression. Oikawa was not
used to having Iwaizumi hate him. It was not a situation either of them have
ever been in, usually their fights only lasted for a few days and most of the
time resolved themselves. This time however Oikawa knew that he had fucked up
big time and didn't know what to do.
“Are you okay?” Hanamaki's voice brought his attention back to reality. Since
he walked into the classroom that morning, Hanamaki had kept asking him the
same question over and over again.
“Of course Makki! Why do you keep asking me?” Oikawa replied, flashing one of
his best fake smiles at his friend.
Hanamaki paused, a strange expression of uncertainty flickering over his
face. "I don't know what it is but something’s not right with you” he added as
his eyes narrowed fractionally.
"And I don't know what you are talking about" Oikawa sounded offended as he
crossed his arms. He tried to remain calm.
"How's Iwaizumi?"Hanamaki asked abruptly, not looking away from Oikawa.
"He's fine -- probably." The setter replied in a lower tone of voice whilst
glancing once again at the empty desk next to him.
"Hey, did something happen between you two?"
"What..? I.."Oikawa stammered as his cheeks flared up uncharacteristically at
Hanamaki's words. "Nothing happened"
"If you say so.."
Thankfully for Oikawa It didn't take long for the last bell to ring. Hanamaki
left the spot in front his desk and walked back to his place. Oikawa grabbed a
book from his bag and started reading the first paragraph. He could not
concentrate. He took a breath and tried to calm down. 
===============================================================================
 When the last lesson of the day ended Oikawa slipped out of the classroom
unoticed. He didn't feel like chatting with anyone and was actually glad that
he didn't have training on that day.
Oikawa grabbed his phone and looked at the empty screen: he had texted Iwaizumi
at lunch time. It had been a customary 'whish-you-well' text and he knew that
he should not really expecting a response. Just when he was about to put the
phone back in pocket, it vibrated in his hand and Oikawa lifted it up to read
the short message.
Iwaizumi Hajime "Are you doing anything tonight?"
Oikawa's mouth went dry as his heart started racing like crazy in his chest. He
looked at the screen for a few more seconds before typing back a reply.
Oikawa Tooru"Not really"
Iwaizumi Hajime"Wanna come over? My parents are out for the weekend"
Oikawa nearly dropped his phone on the floor. Usually that would be a pretty
standard message from Iwaizumi but Oikawa couldn't help thinking about other
implications. He forced himself to act normally and not read too much into it.
Oikawa Tooru"Sure Iwa-chan. I'm on my way back from school I'll be there in 40
minutes or so".
Iwaizumi Hajime:"Ok"
Oikawa dashed out of school in a hurry and started walking towards home at a
fast pace.
It was getting dark and salarymen were flooding down the streets, probably on
their way home from the office. He thought about stopping home first to change
his clothes, but quickly disregarded the idea. He wanted to see Iwaizumi as
soon as possible, he couldn't wait anymore. Oikawa pushed his hands deeper into
his pockets and increased his pace. 
He walked the rest of the way in a blink of an eye, arriving about ten minutes
earlier than expected.
Iwaizumi's house looked empty. There was a light at the entrance, but the rest
of the house was dark. Oikawa tugged the door open and pulled off his shoes at
the entrance. He could sense that Iwaizumi was in the house although Oikawa
couldn't detect his scent.
"Iwa-chan?"
A voice replied from upstairs and Oikawa headed towards Iwaizumi's room. He
marched down the hall and Oikawa pushed the door of Iwaizumi's bedroom open.
"Excuse me"
The room was dark, the curtains drawn, the only source of light the desk lamp
shining on Iwaizumi's unfinished homework. Oikawa frowned, eyes slowly
adjusting to the dim light as his gaze finally fell on his friend.
Iwaizumi was laying on the bed on his back looking as if he was almost
sleeping. Oikawa felt a surge of emotions, not quite certain how to fit them in
his already chaotic thoughts.
He took a few paces into the room before pushing the door closed: "Iwa-chan?
Are you ok?"
A small affermative sound came from the other boy and Oikawa stopped on his
feet, unsure on what to do. Iwaizumi moved to a sitting position, his face
wearing an enigmatic expression.
Oikawa was feeling awkward, hyperaware of Iwaizumi sitting on the bed, wearing
only his boxers and a shirt. His plain face looked more handsome in the dim
light of the room and it was deeply disconcerting for him. There was an
awareness in Oikawa that was different from anything he felt before. It made
Oikawa break eye contact in favor of looking at the floor. He clasped his hands
together, suddenly realizing his palms were sweating.
"You okay?" Iwaizumi asked after a moment of silence, and Oikawa glanced back
up. The awareness was still there; it wasn’t a fluke.
"Yeah,"he said, and his voice felt a little thick. For once, no teasing words
came to mind. "Yeah, of course."
There was a strange buzz to the atmosphere that wasn't entirely pleasant; he
could sense that Iwaizumi was nervous, and it was contagious. 
"Why'd you ask me to come here?" Oikawa spoke again.
Iwaizumi didn't seem angry--shoulders slumped and somehow small compared to his
usual confident stance. Oikawa had braced himself for a storm, not for this
cold silence, but Iwaizumi almost looked dejected.
"I think that we need to talk"Iwaizumi said slowly, hesitating as if the words
were difficult to say. "We need to talk about what happened"
Oikawa anticipated this conversation multiple times in his head but wasn't
quite sure he was ready for it yet -he tried to sound as casual as possible
nevertheless: "What do you want to talk about?"
"Why did you stay?" Iwaizumi went straight to the point, looking in Oikawa's
eyes unapologetically.
Why did he stay? The question hanged heavy in the air. Iwaizumi’s eyes did not
leave Oikawa’s, not once, and Oikawa was the one who broke the gaze first. 
"I don't know..."
Without any warnings the spiker stood up from the bed and marched towards
Oikawa: there was a flicker of something across Iwaizumi's face. Irritation?
Anger? He couldn't tell for sure but he knew it was nothing good.
"What in the fuck,"Iwaizumi spat, glaring at Oikawa, "is wrong with you?"
Taken aback from Iwaizumi’s outburst, Oikawa looked up at his friend’s now red
face. In all the years that Oikawa has been friends with Iwaizumi, he had never
witnessed him quite like this.
"Listen," Iwaizumi continued, voice low. "Are you telling me that you don't
know why you fucked your best friend?"
Iwaizumi was right in front of him and he was fuming. Oikawa took a deep
breath, "I don't know, Iwa-chan, I'm sorry, really, I just--"
"You could have ruined my life..." Iwaizumi almost shouted.
"I do know that!" Oikawa said, voice high.
"Then why?"
"Because I'm an ass!" Oikawa half shouted. "Because I m-- I just... I don't
know, Iwa-chan, I don't have a good reason! It just... my body acted on its
own. I didn't know what I was doing.."
"Are you really that fucking selfish?" Iwaizumi demanded "I thought - I thought
I could trust you with my life"
Oikawa ran his hand through his hair. Nothing could make him not feel like a
fucking monster right now. 
"I didn't 't want to hurt you, Iwa-chan. I just couldn't help myself- I know
this is bad but I've never witnessed an omega's heat before and I didn't know
what to do...I just got caught in the moment" Oikawa looked down at the floor,
"I'm sorry."
Iwaizumi sighed, also lowering his gaze and his voice, "So that's all there is
to it..".
"That is all that there is to it" Oikawa echoed.
Iwaizumi was hurting and it was painfully written all over his face. Oikawa
wished he could make it go away, but didn’t know what to say. He felt so bad.
Of course he did. Iwaizumi Hajime was his best friend, his friend from
childhood. He’d been there for Oikawa all these years, unwavering, and then
Oikawa went and did that – he felt guilty. Of course he felt guilty.
"I think that - maybe- we should just forget this ever happened..."Oikawa heard
himself say.
Iwaizumi’s eyes widened at Oikawa's words, and then his expression hardened.
“Easy for you to say” 
Oikawa’s throat went dry. Despite its quietness, he could hear the rage
vibrating in Iwaizumi’s voice – they’ve known each other for so long and Oikawa
knew him so well that he couldn't mask it, not completely. 
"I just-I just want things between us to go back to normal. I just want to go
back to..."
"That is not your call." Iwaizumi interrupted him, his voice breaking.
"What are you..." Oikawa's drew in a deep, rattling breath.
Iwaizumi swallowed thickly and Oikawa’s eyes were drawn to how his Adam’s apple
bobbed in his throat. 
"I don't know if I can get over this, Oikawa. I don't know if I can just go on
and pretend it never happened"Iwaizumi spat out bitterly.
"I don't understand.."
Oikawa watched as Iwaizumi's face changed into an expression of pure
pain."Oikawa, that was my first time..."Iwaizumi added softly, his voice almost
breaking "how can you expect me to just..."
Cold terror started crawling on Oikawa's skin as the realisation to where
Iwaizumi was going suddenly hit him. He felt like he wanted to slide to the
floor and sink into the ground. This was it. This couldn't be it.
"Please don't do this"Oikawa's voice was a whisper, desperate, grappling for
any semblance of a resolution he couldn't find. 
"I think you should go now"
“Iwa-chan –,”
“Get out.”
“Please –,”
“Get out!"
Oikawa rubbed his hand over his eyes, breathing in deeply. He’d have rather
been dead than be here, and yet who else did he have to blame but himself? He
should have thought of this, thought of the betrayal and anger he’d seen in
Iwaizumi’s eyes.
There were things in his heart that Oikawa couldn't say out loud. He just
wasn't able to.He briefly entertained the thought of trying to explain but
decided against it, eventually. He just pushed the door of Iwaizumi's room open
and left. 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     from bad to worst
The weekend was long and quiet for Oikawa, it passed on surprisingly
uneventful.
There were no texts from Iwaizumi, no invitation to hang out or spend the
night. They had seen each other almost every day since they were children and
it felt wrong to go even a short while without a single message. Oikawa missed
Iwaizumi. He knew that he had royally fucked up this time and fear for what was
going to happen to their friendship was slowly replacing any other emotion. For
the first time in his life, Oikawa felt lost and didn't know what to do to
solve the situation. He wanted desperately for things to go back to how they
were, although the prospect of Iwaizumi suddenly changing his mind was getting
more unlikely by the hour. He hoped the situation would get better with time.
The next day, practice was uncomfortable. Though he and Iwaizumi still managed
to play together well enough, everyone could tell something was off. In the
locker room, it was apparent that they didn't talk to each other. Oikawa tried
to put on his usual cheerful front - trying to joke with other teammates. It
was painful not being able to talk to his best friend like he normally would
and Oikawa realised in that moment how much of his daily life revolved around
Iwaizumi. For the first time he felt like he was truly alone.
Things got even worse at lunchtime.
Iwaizumi left the room with his lunch as soon as the bell rang leaving Oikawa
alone at his desk, picking at his own meal.
He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that Oikawa didn't notice when Hanamaki
claimed the seat next to him and poked him on the shoulder with his pen.
"Makki" Oikawa gasped a little taken aback.
"Where did Iwaizumi go?" Hanamaki asked nonchalantly.
"I don't know I guess he had homeworks to do..."Oikawa lied blatantly hoping
that Hanamaki would drop the topic.
"That's weird,"Hanamaki continued. "Considering I saw him eating his bento in
the schoolyard with a guy from the track team."
At that Oikawa almost flinched. Iwaizumi had always been popular with other
athletes. It shouldn't have affected him that much. But Oikawa felt an unknown
rage riling up inside him.
Without thinking twice he left his desk and headed towards the schoolyard,
followed by a shocked Hanamaki.
He searched from Iwaizumi like a crazy man until he spotted him talking with a
guy wearing a track team uniform. Oikawa had seen the guy around, but didn’t
know his name – didn’t even care to know. But he knew he was an alpha and
didn't like that he was standing way too close to Iwaizumi. He watched in anger
as the guy leaned even closer as he spoke, smiling, casually placing a hand on
Iwaizumi's shoulder. The whole thing felt wrong and for reasons he couldn't
understand, Oikawa was seething with rage. He ran, growling as he went, and
both the alpha and Iwaizumi turned to look at him as he approached.
"What the hell are you doing?"Iwaizumi snapped as Oikawa grabbed him by his
elbow and dragged him away.
Oikawa couldn't hear anything but blood rushing through his ears.
He opened the door of the first empty room he could find and forcefully pushed
Iwaizumi in it.
"What the fuck is your problem?" Iwaizumi glared at him furiously.  "Do you
really think yo..."Iwaizumi's voice trailed off as Oikawa grabbed him by the
scruff of his neck and shoved him roughly against the door.
"Who was that?" Oikawa growled through gritted teeth.
"What are you talking about?" Iwaizumi replied, trying his hardest to keep his
voice even despite Oikawa's fingers tightening around his throat.
Oikawa's face morphed into an expression of pure fury: "I said, who was that
guy?” he snarled.
"O-oik...Oikawa"Iwaizumi rasped as the firm hand around his throat squeezed
harder"I can't breath.."
Oikawa moved his hands down from Iwaizumi's throat to the collar of his shirt,
pulling him closer, their faces right in front of each other. Then he closed
the rest of the distance between them with a swift movement, pressing their
lips together in a rough kiss; Iwaizumi's body froze as Oikawa's tongue slid
over Iwaizumi’s teeth asking him to open his mouth and let Oikawa deepen the
kiss. When the other finally complied, Oikawa tilted his head to the side as he
pressed his tongue inside Iwaizumi’s mouth. Savouring it. He sucked at
Iwaizumi’s tongue greedily, barely giving Iwaizumi a chance at kissing back.
When Oikawa finally pulled back, they were both breathless.
"What are you doing?” Iwaizumi asked with a stern voice "I thought we talked
about this..."
Oikawa didn't reply but pushed closer, his arms leaning against the door on
both sides of Iwaizumi, effectively caging him in. His face was hovering close
to Iwaizumi’s neck, inhaling deeply.
The spiker stirred in order to push Oikawa away, when he was suddenly hit by
the scent of pheromones emitted by the alpha.
“I’m serious,”Iwaizumi said frowning. “You need to stop whatever it is you
think you’re doing.”
He tried to push Oikawa away again, but the other boy wouldn’t budge.
His face had a feral look on it.
"Oikawa there are people outside" Iwaizumi continued with an inch of panic in
his voice but Oikawa’s face was still firmly pressed behind his ear. He lifted
his hand up to push Oikawa away, but another whiff of the alpha's pheromones
made his knees buckle. He grabbed a hold of the alpha's shirt and whimpered in
his throat.
Oikawa's open mouth pressed against his neck, licking at his glands, and
Iwaizumi didn’t have time to suppress the moan that escaped him.
“Don’t," Iwaizumi said with another moan, when Oikawa's ’s mouth wandered lower
on his neck.
"I want you"Oikawa whispered sultrily in his ears, " I want to take you here
and now..."
"Y-you have to snap out of this.."Iwaizumi tried to reason, blushing heavily. 
"I can smell your slick fro-" Oikawa didn't even have the time to finish the
sentence, before Iwaizumi's fist collided with his cheek.
Oikawa stumbled back and almost fell to the ground, but managed to keep his
balance. He instinctively put his hand to his mouth when he tasted blood, the
liquid trickling over his lower lip. His eyes were fixed on Iwaizumi in an
expression of genuine surprise. Any feelings of anger or lust were quickly
drawn from his body.
"I told you to leave me alone"Iwaizumi snapped, tears blurring his vision "I
told you that I didn't want to see you..you know that this thing confuses me
like nothing before and yet you attack me like this!?"; Iwaizumi looked at him,
anger oozing from his every move. "You are a fucking asshole and I'm done with
you"
Completely taken aback by that reaction, Oikawa sprung forward to grab his arm:
"You don't understand..I-I"
Iwaizumi smacked his hand away: "Do you even like me, or did you just kiss me
because you were jealous?"
Oikawa's gaze dropped as Iwaizumi's words hit him. He was right, why was he
doing all this? Did he even like him? Oikawa couldn’t wrap his head around the
way he felt about Iwaizumi. And that’s what scared him most. Part of him just
wanted to give into the carnal desire and just fuck the living daylights out of
him; throw caution to the wind and have him, consequences be damned. And then
there were these feelings. Feelings that made it hard to think straight around
him. Or that gave him the occasional hot tightness in his chest. That made him
just want to be next to Iwaizumi, just to be close to him. All of this he
couldn't put it into words. He didn't know why.
He forced himself to say something, anything:"I didn't like the way he was
looking at you. He was standing way too close and I..."
"That's what I thought" Iwaizumi spat bitterly. He turned away without letting
Oikawa finish talking and left the room, slamming the door behind him.
Dumbfounded, Oikawa slid down with his back against the door as the silence of
the clubroom wrapped around him. His heart was beating fast and felt tears
starting to form hot and heavy in his eyes. He let them spill over his cheeks
and fell down his throat like raindrops. Holding his knees, he buried his face
and cried until it felt like there was nothing left inside him.
***** Chapter 4 *****
Volleyball practice the next day was particularly tough and Oikawa was grateful
for that. It didn't give him time to dwell on anything but whatever drill the
coach was having him run. For once his mind wasn't thinking about Iwaizumi or
about what he wanted to do to him. For once all that Oikawa was focused on was
the soundless motion of each ball he jump served, followed by the resounding
thump of it hitting the court.
As he reached into the ball cart again something slammed into his back. Almost
instinctively Oikawa turned around with a whine, expecting to see Iwaizumi
aiming another ball.
When his eyes landed on Hanamaki and Matsukawa his expression fell.
It stung more than he would have liked.
"Hey, are you ok?" He heard Matsukawa say in a stern tone, "You should go easy
on those serves, you have been going on for quite a while now"
“Yes, we can't have our captain tearing his knee apart this late in the season"
Hanamaki chipped in.
“Makki, Mattsun...I’m just trying to get this new technique right, that’s all”
“Yeah, that’s great but practice is almost over so you should start
stretching...” Matsukawa replied slightly concerned.
“I’m almost done..” Oikawa dismissesed them as he wiped away his sweat from his
forehead with his shirt and returned in position.
His friends weren’t overreacting, the setter did feel like his whole body was
on fire: his legs felt heavy and sore, his palms shook a little. Those were a
lot of red flags even for him: how long has he been practicing for? He tried to
quickly count the number of serves he managed to land but couldn't.
Usually at this point Iwaizumi would step in, call him an idiot and send him to
the locker room. Not this time though.
He glanced almost automatically at the other side of the court where Iwaizumi
was stretching. The spiker didn't look at him once after what happened at lunch
time- not even when he called for tosses- and Oikawa started to wonder if he
was ever going to speak to him again. The thought alone was enough to make him
nauseous. 
And then there were these feelings. These weird emotions that started crowding
his head from the very first moment Iwaizumi's scent hit his nostrils. He felt
weird around Iwaizumi: he wanted to touch him, to be close to him, and a part
of him was glad that Iwaizumi wasn’t around. Oikawa’s instincts went haywire
every time the ace got closer, he could still sense his faint smell even under
the heavy scent blockers that Iwaizumi was using.It was as if he was going
crazy, his mind couldn’t help but thinking of Iwaizumi, of what he wanted to do
to him.
I shouldn't think about him that way. He’s my best friend.
He wondered if the spiker had a similar effect also on the other alphas of the
team.
If they were all lusting after him too.
He couldn’t help but thinking that he wanted Iwaizumi to look at him, only him.
He hated the mere idea of Iwaizumi spending time with somebody else, let alone
kissing or more. 
Sighting, he grabbed another ball and prepared for another serve. He didn't
care if his body was on the verge of exaustion or if each and every muscles of
his arms and legs felt sore and tired. He needed this. It was the only way he
could retain his sanity.
Oikawa jumped, pulled his arm back and with a swift hit, spiked the ball over
the net as usual. It was a long shot and it missed the line by a few
centimetres. A wave of disappointment washed over him and the setter took a
mental note of hitting the ball sligtly lower next time.
Oikawa took another ball  and once again looked over at Iwaizumi. The spiker
was heading towards the locker room along with the younger members of the team,
without even turning once to see what Oikawa was doing. 
The setter gritted his teeth and focused on his serve. He looked at the ball
once again and walked back behind the white line. Oikawa jumped slammed the
ball down in the corner of the opposite court and for a brief moment he almost
felt okay again.
He was walking back to the cart to pick another ball when something slammed on
his back again.
“I’m almost done guys, this is the last one I promise” He said without turning
back.
“No, you are done- now”
Iwaizumi’s voice was filled with rage and Oikawa froze on the spot. He wasn’t
expecting him to be there, he thought he left to get changed with the rest of
team. Oikawa wanted to say something- anything but his voice wouldn’t come out.
"What's going on Oikawa?" Iwaizumi asked with a concerned tone. It wasn't in
his character to beat around the bush.
Oikawa winced: he knew nothing good would come out of this discussion.
"I've -I've just been practicing my serves, that's all".
"That's all??" Iwaizumi snapped all of a sudden. "What the hell is wrong with
you? Do you think it’s ok to do this to your body?"
"I’ve been careless, I know, I get it"
"No, Oikawa you don't get it. You don't fucking get it. You could injure
yourself and be benched for the rest of the season or worse. What are you
trying to accomplish? Are you trying to get my attention? Are you fucking
punishing yourself? I don't understand what..." Iwaizumi trailed off and
lowered his gaze, not quite sure how to finish that sentence.
They both remained silent for a few seconds.
Iwaizumi was furious, Oikawa knew that. He could smell it in the air, he could
tell by his tone. His first instincts were to reach over and touch him, maybe
wrap his arms around him and calm him down, but he couldn't.
"Why are you here?" Oikawa blurted out, sighting loudly.
"So that i can stop you from hurting yourself. I can’t believe how
irresponsible and childish you are!" Iwaizumi replied without missing a bit.
"You don't get to call me childish when you are the one who stopped talking to
me!" The setter snapped back at Iwaizumi, feeling inexplicably annoyed.
Iwaizumi’s eyes widened, looking somewhat hurt by Oikawa’s words: "As if this
mess was even my fault to begin with. You know damn well why I've been keeping
my distance...”
"I'm sorry for what happened...happy?”
Please go away.
Having Iwaizumi standing so close to him was problematic for Oikawa. There was
something intoxicating about him something that went beyond alpha and omega-
something that could make him aroused beyond reason as if his brain was melting
in his skull. Oikawa didn’t know how to stop feeling like this.
“What’s going on Oikawa?” Iwaizumi's gaze met with Oikawa's but the setter
didn't say anything and the ace continued. “You are my best friend but I can’t
tell what you are thinking anymore... I don’t understand what’s going on...”
Oikawa looked at the spiker straight in the eyes. “Nothing is going on. You are
overreacting as usual. I thought you said I’m an asshole so I don’t understand
what you are doing here. Or is it nagging at me that much fun?”
I don’t want to hurt you.
Iwaizumi was slightly taken aback from the setter's statement. “I-I just wanted
to make sure you were ok, that’s all.”
“I’m ok. I’m doing fine. Can’t you tell? Now go back...” Oikawa started walking
away from the omega and back when Iwaizumi pulled him back by the arm.
“Oikawa...”
The setter could feel his own heart racing throughout every single vein in his
body and his blood boiling hot in his veins.
“Don’t -don’t touch me...”
“Please listen to me..” Iwaizumi pleaded.
“No, you don’t understand..” Oikawa was at his limit. He needed to get away
from there before he did something stupid again. “Let me go, Iwa-chan”
“I won’t”
Oikawa turned and grabbed Iwaizuimi by his shoulders.
“I don’t understand if you are really this naive or just very cruel”
Iwaizumi didn't have time to reply before Oikawa pulled him closer. In a matter
of seconds their mouths crushed together in a searing, violent, and desperate
kiss. Their hands grappled desperately at hair and at skin, trying to gather as
much of each other towards themselves as they possible could.
Without breaking their kiss Oikawa pushed Iwaizumi against the nearest wall.
The spiker gripped the center of his shirt in response, flustered, but
obviously wanting.
They broke the kiss and stared at one another, panting heavily, then Oikawa
licked his bottom lip and surged forward again. He could hear Iwaizumi moaning
against his mouth as he deepened the kiss and Oikawa couldn’t help but slide
his hands under the omega’s shirt. The ace’s skin was warm beneath the fabric
and the setter wanted to greedily seek out more, more flesh and more of the
kiss. Fuck, he needed Iwaizumi, he wanted him-he loved him.
I'm in love with him.
It hit him like a train.
I'm in love with him.
Oikawa froze on the spot, the sudden realisation making him feel dizzy.
He was in love with his best friend.
He stumbled backwards effectively breaking the kiss. His mind was racing too
fast for him to catch up.
“Oikawa?”
Oikawa took a deep breath and attempted to organise his thoughts into something
coherent to say.
“We - we shouldn’t do this here”.
Iwaizumi looked at him, lips pressed together in a hurt expression.
“You are right. I don’t know what has gotten into me” He said stepping away
from the wall.
“It’s probably just the pheromones...” Oikawa added casually, though he was
feeling anything but casual. His chest felt tight, to the point of making him
nauseous.
”You are probably right, I- I should have known better” Iwaizumi echoed him.
”I-I ...” Oikawa wanted to say something but the words were stuck in his
throat. 
“I think I better get going.” Iwaizumi cut him short “Just don’t stay late ok?”
”Yeah, sure”
Don’t leave. Don’t go. I love you.
Oikawa watched as Iwaizumi left the gym and for a brief moment he entarteined
the idea of running after him, kissing him again and telling him that he loved
him. But Oikawa was scared, petrified by his feelings. He had never loved
anyone before and was afraid of it. 
He hated himself for being such coward. 
His hands were shaking.
Oikawa could still feel the warmth of Iwaizumi’s skin on his fingers.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
When Iwaizumi had gotten home that evening, he couldn’t help but feeling upset.
There was a twitchiness inside himself that he couldn’t seem to quiet, not over
dinner and not after he took a shower.
Iwaizumi was so angry- so inexplicably furious.
It was new for him. Iwaizumi had always been a tolerant kind of guy. He had to
be to have been able to put up with Oikawa for so long. But there were some
things even Iwaizumi couldn’t stand; one of them was not knowing what was going
on in Oikawa’s head.
They kissed. Sure. A stupid, stupid mistake dictated by their biology,
apparently. Iwaizumi, while still being slightly embarrassed, found himself
shockingly undeterred by the thought. That wasn’t what rattled him around so
much. It was Oikawa’s reaction after that: the way Oikawa dismissed him right
after the kiss made Iwaizumi feel like a fool.
Since they had sex, Oikawa kept sending Iwaizumi mixed signals.
Cornering him, kissing him, looking at him with hunger in his eyes and then
promptly running away. A part of Iwaizumi wanted to believe that there was
something there- some sort of feelings or attraction that went beyond lifelong
friendships - but his brain couldn’t help but thinking that Oikawa was
attracted to him only because he was an omega. Iwaizumi was willing to forgive
Oikawa if he had developed a crush or something but not if the only reason he
was acting that way was because he wanted to get laid. If he only saw Iwaizumi
as a willing, weak, available omega.
Iwaizumi punched the nearby wall with enough force he bruised his hand a
little.
He was so angry, so freaking furious.
And his mood only worsened when Iwaizumi realised the shirt he was wearing as a
pigiama was actually Oikawa’s. He took it off immediately and threw it straight
into his laundry bin.
Stupid dumbass Oikawa. What horrible crime had he committed in a past life to
have to put up with his shit?
With a defeated sigh, Iwaizumi ran a hands through his hair. Anyone else in his
situation would have quit being around Oikawa weeks ago and Iwaizumi was
running out of excuses for sticking around. The alpha was clearly unable of
controlling his instincts and Iwaizumi knew he could get hurt.
Hell, he already got hurt. Iwaizumi’s first time had been with Oikawa in the
school gym’s changing rooms- during his first heat. They didn’t even use
protection and Iwaizumi could have easily got pregnant because of it. He was
still mad at the alpha for loosing control so easily: he knew it wasn’t
entirely his fault but still...
Iwaizumi peeked out the window at Oikawa’s room.
The lights were still off and Iwaizumi knew that despite their argument he was
probably still at the gym practicing his serves. Something twisted in his chest
and Iwaizumi shut the curtains a little more roughly than necessary. His mind
started playing memories of that afternoon, when Oikawa shoved him with force
against the wall and kissed passionately, and his head and neck turned hot. The
heath inside the alpha’s mouth, his overwhelming scent, the way he held
Iwaizumi close were carved in his mind and the memory of their encounter set
something alight deep in his groin. Iwaizumi had to force it out of his mind.
He hated it.
He hated it because Oikawa was his best friend, for crying out loud. He hated
it because the memory aroused him in all the ways he really didn’t want to be
aroused. He hated it because since that day it has been impossible for him to
focus on anything else apart from Oikawa. No matter how hard he tried to stop:
his thoughts were spinning in concentric circles, all centered around the
alpha.
With a shaky inhale Iwaizumi realized that he’d begun to react to his thoughts,
and that his pants have grown uncomfortably tight.
“I must be crazy” Iwaizumi hissed through his teeth. He stifled a quiet moan as
his hand unconsciously shoot down to press against his crotch.
This was so wrong. 
Iwaizumi pressed his hand more firmly against his pants, biting his lip as the
fabric rubbed against him. Moving to sit of his bed, Iwaizumi unzipped his
pants and tugged them down.
He would just do this quickly. Nobody would never know. He won’t tell anyone,
not even Oikawa.
What would Oikawa do if he found out?
The thought occurred before Iwaizumi had the chance to strike it down. It
popped into his mind out of nowhere and elicited an unexpected reaction in his
groin.
What would the alpha do if he found out that Iwaizumi was thinking about him
when touching himself? What if Oikawa decided to pass by, opened his bedroom
door and found Iwaizumi on his bed, panting helplessly as he fucked his own
fist whilst moaning his name…
He would probably be too shocked for words.
He would probably slam the door and ran away horrified. 
Or what if he didn’t?
What if he just stood there and watched—watched as Iwaizumi gasped raggedly and
pleasured himself?
If he slowly eased himself into bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind
him. If he stopped Iwaizumi’s jerking hand with his own, as his strong alpha
scent filled the room, and then stroked him at an unhurried pace.
Iwaizumi’s breath was coming faster now, his hand gliding steadily over his
cock. He really needed to stop these thoughts—now. No more. Oikawa was still
his best friend. He shouldn’t be thinking about him in this way. He couldn’t
use him as fapping material. 
He pictured the alpha leaning even closer, his beautiful face dominating
Iwaizumi’s vision, the feel of his body setting every tingling nerve alight.
Oikawa’s hot lips brushed against Iwaizumi’s, stealing what little breath he
had left. 
Growling in frustration, Iwaizumi quickened his pace, forcefully blacking out
his thoughts. But each time he threw a dark curtain over the images in his
mind, a new one forced its way forward.
Oikawa was on top of him now, hands roving down his stomach. Slipping past his
waistband. Slowly exploring his body. Oikawa’s erection pressed hard against
Iwaizumi. Whispering his name—
Iwaizumi came suddenly, hard. Choking back a gasp, he jerked his hips
forward. He stood rigid as his muscles clenched, wave after wave shuddering
through him. Then, weakly, he sagged back against the bed with a muffled thump,
fist still loosely clutched around himself as every inch of muscle melted into
loose rubber.
He drew rapid, open mouthed breaths down his dry throat, eyes fluttering
closed. That—he hadn’t expected that.
Slowly, Iwaizumi drew a trembling hand up to his heart as he tried to calm
himself. He needed to clean up. Now. Before his parents could chance upon him.
Hands still shaking, Iwaizumi pushed himself off the bed and surveyed the
damage. Sighting, he grabbed several tissues and thoroughly wiped up the mess,
throwing the evidence into the bin.
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