#ushiaka

“Maybe it’s because he’s so young,” Akaashi says while perusing the book in his hands.

They’re currently in Ushijima’s study, Akaashi keeping the Alpha company while he’s reading through scrolls he has to sign in order to get them sent to the cities in his reign. Akaashi is his chosen company for times like these because of all his concubines Akaashi is the one that holds the quiet wisdom, and broad perspective and ability to look at angles Ushijima wouldn’t have considered. 

Ushijima’s never considered finding an adviser in someone who was only supposed to be an intimate companion, but he knows in himself he will always treasure the moment he met Akaashi.

“He is not that much younger than me,” Ushijima retorts, the stroking of his brush against the stretch of parchment in front of him stopping. He looks up from his work to see Akaashi’s lips quirk up into a soft smile, fingers turning a page from his book.

“Well, there must be a reason why he’s acting immature,” Akaashi points out, his dark eyes lifting up from the top of his book to look at Ushijima. “You’re not the only one that has to put up with him. ”

“Does he still not get along with all of you?” Ushijima puts down his brush and lets the parchment dry. He’s probably done for the night, if only for the issue that is his latest concubine. He stands up from his desk so he can sit next to Akaashi on the plush settee, lifting the Omega’s bare legs so he can settle them on his lap.

“I think Kaname’s mothering is keeping him from being too unbearable,” Akaashi answers helpfully, wiggling his toes to keep Ushijima’s fingers away from his tickle spot on the flat of his foot. Ushijima takes Akaashi’s hand in his instead. “He’s the only one Tooru actually listens to. He keeps using his snark whenever I talk to him, and I don’t really have the patience for babysitting two nobles. Only Kaname has the goodness for that.”

Ushijima bites lightly at Akaashi’s fingers for taking a jab at him. He revels in the little giggle that comes out of Akaashi’s mouth. “I am not someone to babysit, Keiji.”

“That’s what you say,” Akaashi hums, tilting his head up so Ushijima can kiss up his neck better. “Tooru’s been very unpleasant with Koushi and Kenjirou, and you know how those two are when they get cross, especially Kenjirou. I don’t think he likes Tooru very much. You really do need to do something about him, Wakatoshi.”

“How do you suppose I do that?” Ushijima asks, murmuring the question against Akaashi’s mouth before giving it a kiss, tongue soft and warm against Ushijima’s. Akaashi is running his fingers soothingly through Ushijima’s hair, tugging lightly at it, when they hear the dragging sound of the door being opened, and the gasp of a surprised Omega.

Ushijima pulls away from Akaashi’s hold to look at the direction of the door, only to see the surprised face of the very person whose obstinate personality was the topic of his and Akaashi’s conversation just seconds ago. Ushijima watches as Oikawa’s big brown eyes flit from him to the Omega underneath him, before he starts and runs away, leaving the door ajar in his haste. The scent of an upset Omega traces the air, and Ushijima’s Alpha bristles in concern.

“You should go after him,” he hears Akaashi say, and when he turns to face him, Ushijima gets a chaste kiss on his lips, the corner of his mouth, his cheek. “You can pay attention to me next time.”

Ushijima kisses Akaashi’s palm as a small thank-you before he goes to follow Oikawa’s scent, leading him to the Omega’s designated quarters. Ushijima’s never visited this place before, having been too busy the moment he came back from Aoba Johsai that he never was able to make sure if Oikawa settled in well or not. Ushijima knocks on the door, waits several seconds, then pushes it open.

He’s greeted with the sight of the distressed Omega pacing back and forth, only to stop and release a sound of surprise when he sees Ushijima. The surprise easily morphs into a sneer on Oikawa’s beautiful face.

“What are you doing here?” Oikawa hisses, taking steps backward to move away from Ushijima who’s slowly advancing towards him. “Shouldn’t you be with Akaashi? You were obviously busy feeling him up last I saw you with him.”

“What is the problem, Tooru?” Ushijima asks calmly, trying not to aggravate the Omega more.

“My problem?” Oikawa huffs an unamused laugh. “I’ve been taken away from my home to live in this palace unhappily with people I don’t know, and an Alpha that treats me like I don’t exist. What could possibly be my problem?”

So he really is feeling neglected. Ushijima opens his mouth to respond, but Oikawa continues on with his rant.

“And when I finally find the courage to approach you because Suga-chan and Moniwa-chan told me you’d understand I see you with Akaashi. And I just thought you were too busy to be with me but my mistake, huh? Am I not as pretty as the others? Maybe you shouldn’t have taken me in if you can’t handle having another Omega.”

Ushijima growls at Oikawa’s words. He finds himself lengthening his strides so he can close the distance between him and his young concubine. “I assure you I’m perfectly capable of having all of you on my court.”

Oikawa bares his teeth at Ushijima, the straight white of them gleaming in the lamp light. “Could have fooled me, Ushiwaka-chan.” The nickname is childish, insulting almost, and it offends Ushijima like its intended purpose supposes.

“Don’t call me that,” Ushijima warns, one hand moving to press against the wall behind Oikawa, the other wrapping around the Omega’s pale, slender neck to crowd him into the marble. He feels Oikawa’s gasp against his face from their close proximity, the hollowing of Oikawa’s throat under the warm palm of his hand. “I do not appreciate you talking to me like this.”

“You don’t?” Oikawa’s eyebrow raises stubbornly, the smirk pulling at his red mouth turning diabolic Ushijima wonders if a smile can actually be so dangerous. “I demand you to let me go. You don’t have the right to hold me down.”

Ushijima moves closer, flexing his fingers experimentally around Oikawa’s neck, watching fear flash through the Omega’s eyes. Ushijima’s hand is big enough to almost wrap around the whole of Oikawa’s neck, and there is enough power in them to wring the air out of his throat if he wanted to, and this is a fact the Omega and just about anybody knows. 

“I have every right, Tooru,” Ushijima informs him, voice low and authoritative it makes the concubine’s knees go weak, the need to bare his neck almost uncontrollable. “I’m the Alpha, and you’re the Omega, I give you the orders and you follow them. Not the other way around.”

Maybe this is what Oikawa been needing this whole time: to be reminded of his place and be asserted by his Alpha. He’s needy of his Alpha’s attention and has been taking drastic measures like being obstinate and fighting with the other concubines just to get what he wants, and it’s taken only now for Ushijima to finally play his game.

Ushijima watches Oikawa’s eyes glaze over with emotion, before he whispers, “My Alpha?”

Ushijima works a leg between the Omega’s, feeling the dampness of the apex of Oikawa’s thighs press against his, the warmth seeping through the fabric of their clothes. Oikawa’s cheeks flush red, and the unguarded beauty of his face reminds Ushijima why he chose him in the first place, why he was enamoured by this Omega from the get-go.

Ushijima leans to nose at the line of Oikawa’s jaw, the soft, sweet scent of his filling his nose and settling on his tongue like sugar. He brings the lobe of Oikawa’s ear into his mouth and sinks his teeth into the plush of it. “Your only Alpha.”