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Yahaba is a nester. Kyoutani’s never tried it. Until now.

It was odd, laying on a futon, more specifically in a nest, with a… close friend? Omega acquaintance? Heat buddy? The guy who slammed Kyoutani into a wall that one time. Whatever the label is, or was, or is going to be, Kyoutani felt both weird and somewhat jubilant.

It was also odd, having known this someone since the first year of high school. Although they didn't talk much that first year. And the second year was mostly arguing and more yelling than talking. Then, to find out in the last year that the two of them actually get along and play great together two. An even bigger shock, Yahaba was an Omega, not a Beta. No, Yahaba was an Omega, just like Kyoutani.

Kyoutani hated his second gender. He wanted to be a beta. Most of his family were betas. The only family member who had a different second gender was his paternal grandfather. An alpha and a total asshole. Bossed the whole family around just because he was an alpha. Claimed it was because he was the oldest father figure of the family but no one believed any of that garbage. He already didn’t like Kyoutani. He didn’t like the dyed hair and he definitely didn’t like the one time he painted his nails. Kyoutani stopped liking him at a very young age when he insulted his older sister. Told her she couldn’t do something because she was a beta and betas aren’t good enough, something along those lines. Kyoutani didn’t remember much of the details but he remembered the hurt. Kyoutani was ready to prove him wrong. He was good at volleyball, great at it, he was going to be a pro one day. Show his grandfather that betas were good enough or whatever high standards he held. But then he presented, as an omega.

“You okay?” Yahaba had rolled over to face Kyoutani in the nest of almost too many pillows, two extra fluffy blankets, and various articles of clothing from a few familiar teammates.

“Yeah,” Kyoutani grunted and rubbed his face into his arms and pillow.

“You seem distracted,” Yahaba pushed. He pushed more these days. They had gotten to know each other a lot better over the past five months after the third years left the team. “or have you decided this really isn’t for you?”

“No, it’s,” Kyoutani didn’t know how to describe how he was feeling. He’d keep it simple. Yahaba taught him that, if he doesn't know what to say, just keep it simple. “I like this.”

Yahaba smiled. A genuine one. Kyoutani learned a few months prior, that when Yahaba really smiles, only half of his face shows the expression. His fake smile was full, both corners of this mouth upturn and his eyes a gleam. But that was a mask. His real smile was a simple curve of the left slide of his lips and his eyes nearly closed. How many times has Kyoutani seen it now? He’s lost count. The pair two of them weren’t exactly forced to get along after the third years left the team and Yahaba took over as captain. Kyoutani wanted to play more than he ever had before. And then, something just clicked. He just fit in. Yahaba, the fitting leader, was the only one who could handle Kyoutani’s attitude. Even if Yahaba was at times, shallow, stuck up, and too pretty for his own good. Kyoutani became the team's new ace as everyone assumed he would be, but just as wild as ever. Watari always had their back, both on the court and off. Together, with the additions of Kindaichi and Kunimi and a ridiculously tall first year, they felt unstoppable. That is, until they lost to Date Tech in the prefecture.

It was around their summer training camp that Kyoutani started to piece it together. First, Yahaba slept with two blankets and two pillows, Kyoutani assumed he was just being a spoiled brat and took extras. Then as they were packing up on the last day, he overheard Watari and Kindaichi discussing what article of clothing to give to Yahaba. He thought they were buying him clothes as a gift or something. However, he heard Watari say, ‘shirt obviously, pants are weird’ and ‘you really want to give Yahaba your pants dude? No, shirts are softer and they like soft”

they

It was a few hours after that when they were back at school, they got a surprise visit from Oikawa who for whatever reason was back in town. Nephew's birthday or something. He was hugging Yahaba, a long hug. Longer than a long-time-no-see type of hug. Kyoutani’s curiosity about his new friend got the best of him. Was he jealous? No, he was just going to ask Oikawa how Iwaizumi was doing, the two were a couple after all and Kyoutani missed his senior. Then he could smell it. It was warm like sugar and vanilla. It was an omega. Oikawa was an omega, Kyoutani respected that. He was strong and he was now a pro player, just like what Kyoutani wanted to be. But Oikawa was floral, and if clean and royal had a smell, that was him. But this new scent was someone else, this warm vanilla sugar.

“You need to get home, your’s is starting soon,” Oikawa beamed, rubbing his cheek on his kouhai’s face. Scenting him.

Kyoutani blurted out something along the lines of, ‘you're an omega’ but undoubtedly sounding very rude and making his presence known to the two. The rest of the team have long left and now here they are, Kyoutani dumbstruck by what should have been obvious, and Yahaba started to look more and more uncomfortable as the seconds ticked by.

“Mad Dog,” Oikawa lifted his face away from Yahaba’s, a whimper left the current captain's lips. “Can you make sure Shigeru gets home safely? He doesn't live too far from you right?”

He was right, they did live relatively close. Autopilot must have turned on as Kyoutani found himself doing just that. He didn't tell his former captain goodbye and Yahaba could only manage a small wave. It was true what they said, omegas flock to other omegas. That's why he suddenly fit in.

It was only about a twelve-minute walk until they found themselves at the Yahaba family apartment. And by the time they made their way to Yahaba’s bedroom, he realized they were home alone. Kyoutani didn't have to ask, Yahaba was able to guess what he was thinking pretty well by now.

“Dad’s away for work and Mom took Chikao to visit Keisuke at his University in Tokyo.” Yahaba began unpacking his bag, well just the clothes he managed to borrow. He piled them on his futon, which Kyoutani now understands why it's always had at least three pillows and a blanket that is much too large.

“Let me help,” Kyoutani bent down to help Yahaba pull the last item from his bag, Kindaichi’s sweatshirt. For an alpha, it was weird that he was always cold at night and slept in a sweatshirt.

Yahaba took the clothing and placed them around his nest. Nest.

“Here,” Kyoutani stripped his track jacket off and was about to hand it over when Yahaba stopped him.

“It’ll be dark soon,” Yahaba’s eyes betrayed his emotions. Kyoutani could see how much the omega wanted his jacket too. “You need it.”

“You need it more than me,” Kyoutani draped it over Yahaba’s shoulders and guided the feverish setter to lay down.

Kyoutani was having a difficult time trying to leave. But he knew he had to. Knew what Yahaba needed to do to get some relief. But the warm vanilla sugar was only getting stronger and more inviting. Comforting and safe.

He began to stand but again Yahaba reached out his hand, the other clutching tightly to the libero’s jersey.

“Don’t leave yet”

“Let me get you some water”

Kyoutani quietly left the room. He was familiar with the Yahaba household. Many study sessions took place here with Watari and Yahaba’s interrupting younger brother, Chikao. When he came back to Yahaba’s bedroom with a glass of water in hand, he mentally kicked himself for not noticing it before. He knew Watari and Kindiachi were close friends with Yahaba, they always left something over here, but Kyoutani thought they were just forgetful. But no, Yahaba is a nester. Kyoutani’s never tried it.

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It was five days later when he finally heard back from Yababa. On day three Kyoutani had texted him simply,

Kyoutani:U good?

It stayed on ‘read’ for the next two days. And then,

Yahaba:I have your jacket. But… the washing machine broke so I haven't been able to wash it for you. Sorry :/

Faster than Kyoutani had ever texted anyone before, even Iwaizumi and his sister, he sent,

Kyoutani:don't worry about it

He wanted to say something else but didn’t know what. He wanted to ask how he was doing. If he was ok. When his parents got home. How long he’d been an omega even though that was really dumb. Pretty much everyone presented during their first year. Of course, Kyoutani didn't notice, they weren't in the same class back then and he regularly skipped practice. damn

Kyoutani tried not to beat himself up too much. Omega athletes didn't always have regularly scheduled heat cycles. Something about having such a low body fat percentage and the body has to have a certain percent of body fat to be able to reproduce. So athletes were not always at the prime condition for fertilization and that leads to surprise heats, yay, what an explanation he got from his doctor when he was younger. So, it wasn’t too dumb of him to not notice the several days of school Yahaba would miss.. every two to three or more months. damn

Yahaba:But I can get it to you later. Since it's my fault the washing machine broke, I have to go to the laundromat.

Kyoutani:You broke it? How lol

Yahaba:I tried to wash all my blankets at the same time. Too heavy, so the motor broke. Dad’s got to get a new part for it.
Yahaba:Which won't take too long, but I need my bedding to be clean.

Right, clean. Because they're covered in… and Yahaba’s scent.

Kyoutani:I can come with you

Yahaba:...
Yahaba:To do laundry with me? Haha

Kyoutani:yeah.
‘I have questions’ was typed out. But Kyoutani couldn't press send. Thankful, Yahaba replied first,

Yahaba:Sure(:
Yahaba:It’s in the basement of my apartment building

“So,” Kyoutani was rubbing the back of his neck. He told himself not to feel awkward. They were both omegas. That's not weird. And they are kind of friends now. They had lunch with Watari and sometimes Kindaichi and Kunimi almost every day at school. So why did he feel so, in unfamiliar territory?

Again, Yahaba, the Mad Dog mind reader, gasped.

“You can't be for real. You didn't know?

“Umm,” he did blurt out ‘you're an omega’ in front of him and Oikawa, but Yahaba must have been too far gone at that point to remember.

“Is volleyball the only thing in your head?'' Yahaba laughed as he poured in the detergent. Diluting the smell of vanilla that barely lingered in the air.

“Whatever dude,” Kyoutani deflected, temper rising. “I can't believe you nest.”

“Why not!” Yahaba said defensively and sat on one of the benches, “You should try it sometime,” Yahaba crossed his arms and huffed.

“Why?”

“Cause you're an omega too and it’s nice. It helps if you're going for a lighter heat too.”

“The fucks a lighter heat?” Kyoutani slumped onto the bench beside him.

Yahaba was giving him a look of disbelief.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Kyoutani do you,” Yahaba cleared his throat and got a centimeter closer, “do you have full-on heats? Like with no… um, comfort?”

“I don't have a partner if that's what you mean.” He didn’t have any toys either but he already struggled just to say a public-friendly word like partner.

“And, I guess you don't, um, try taking light suppressants and sleeping aids?”

“No, what does that even mean?” Kyoutani was getting frustrated. As someone who hates being an omega, he also didn't care to talk about it. He knew how painful and shitty heats were. He took care of it and moved on.

“Kyoutani, do you not have anyone to talk to? About heats? You’ve never asked me about mine. But, I guess, now I know it's because you didn't even know,” Yahaba laughed before settling into a smile. A genuine one, when only half his face lights up.

“I don't,” Yahaba seemed taken aback by Kyoutani’s honest answer.

“You can always talk to me,” Yahaba looked around, noting they were the only ones there.

Kyoutani only grunted this time.

“Or, there is this really useful forum online. It's for omegas only and was founded by an omega doctor. Anyone can read it but to write posts, questions, or reply you have to have an account and verify your second gender. Which I know sounds weird, but I think it makes it feel safer. I like it.”

Yahaba texted him the link.

“You sure you don't want to ask me anything?”

“Fine just!” Kyoutani's face turned pink with embarrassment. “The stuff you said before. What’s that all about” his voice trailed off.

Yahaba giggled and then continued.

“Well, first, you can have a heat and not have to always um, get off. At least not as much. It helps for when you don't have a partner. You can take much smaller doses of suppressants and they do make a sleeping aid for heats. You can ask your doctor for a prescription, it's not hard to get. Then basically you sleep most of the time. It can still hurt, which is why nesting is great by the way. Makes you feel safer. And that is biological, I'm not just making it up because I like it.”

“Have you,” Kyoutani didn't know how to ask something so…intimate.

“You can ask me anything, I don't mind sharing. It's from others sharing with me that I learned what I know. From friends we know and the online forum.”

“Like who?”

“Oikawa.”

“Right.”

“So,” Yahaba bumped their shoulders playfully, “have I what?

“Have you,” Kyoutani sighed, “ever spent a heat with someone?”

“Yeah, plenty of times.”

“Like who?” Kyoutani’s first thought was Kindaichi, but he was exclusively seeing Kunimi. Matsukawa maybe? But no, he’s dating Hanamaki. Could it be Watari…

“Oikawa was my first. He helped me with my heat. More recently there was the time I helped Kunimi with one of his heats.”

“No, I mean like have you ever. You know, had sex during your heat.”

“Yeah, I just said Oikawa.”

But Oikawa was an omega. Kyoutani's face scrunched up in what he realized was on the edge of disgust.

“Kyoutani, you,” Yahaba now seemed to be the one to struggle with his words, “I guess you didn't know that huh.”

“Oikawa’s an omega too. And he's bonded with Iwaizumi. What the hell!”

“Kyoutani let me explain,” Yahaba ran his hand through his cream-colored hair.

“Okay, where to start,” Yahaba took a deep breath, “So, it's damn near impossible for an omega to get another omega pregnant. Like, it’s less likely than all birth control pills.”

Kyoutani scoffed.

“I'm being serious!” Yahaba jabbed at the other with his elbow. “You're more likely to get knocked up by an alpha or beta while on birth control than for an omega to get you pregnant without birth control. I think there are like, only seven cases of pregnancy in recorded history. Crazy rare.”

“Okay, but still, why Oikawa? He's with Iwaizumi. And Kunimi too, I thought he and Kindaichi have been seeing each other since middle school.”

“That's right. I guess there's a lot you don't know. So, um, it's normal for omegas to help each other, in any capacity, during a heat. It's honestly not considered cheating as long as all parties are okay with it. Some don’t agree, but more often than not, it's totally fine. And omegas help other omegas during heats all the time.” Yahaba's face flushed suddenly, “Actually, I thought maybe you would spend my last heat with me. I thought that's what Oikawa was hinting at.”

Kyoutani’s face turned a new shade of red just as the washing machine came to a stop with a musical ding.

“Um, the dryer at home works. So I think I'll just take them home, save some money too.” Yahaba turned his face away. However, Kyoutani could still see the pink tips of the setter's ears.

The bedding was much heavier when wet. After watching Yahaba struggle just to get a few steps out the door, Kyoutani grabbed one handle of the basket and the two walked in silence back to the Yahaba residence.

“Shigeru!” Yahaba’s mother chimed as they entered the genkan and slipped off their shoes, “Honey, your brother's staying over at his friend’s tonight and I have to meet my sister in a few minutes for a dinner party with her coworkers, so I’ll be out late okay.

She was walking towards them, still adding earrings to her elegant look. “Kentarou, Dear, there is plenty to eat in the fridge alright, stay as long as you would like.”

She kissed Yahaba on her way out and the boys wished her a good time as she closed the door behind them.

“Dinner?” Kyoutani questioned, “it's not even three yet.”

“Auntie lives about an hour away. Mom doesn’t get to see her often, so she’ll probably be gone for a while.”

So they were home alone, again. A rarity in the Yahaba household, being a family of four, excluding the older brother who had moved out already.

“I guess I’ll get-”

“Hey,” Yahaba interrupted, “since you've, well, you have a lot to learn about being an omega, you want me to show you. Like nesting I mean.”

Yahaba’s face was red again. Kyoutani too but he had an excuse. He was new to all of this. An omega who apparently didn't know shit. But here was Yahaba, the know-it-all. What did he have to be embarrassed and blushing about?

“Sure,” Kyoutani squeezed out.

It was odd. Laying on a futon, more specifically in a nest, with a… close friend? Omega acquaintance? Heat buddy? The guy who slammed Kyoutani into a wall that one time. Whatever the label is, or was, or is going to be, Kyoutani felt both weird and somewhat jubilant.

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Summer break was much too short, as it is every year. The fall season started and Yahaba and Kyoutani were even closer as friends and newfound confidants. Lunch more often included Kindaichi and Kunimi. And more after-school study sessions occur with a less frequent Watari. It is during one of these fall study dates sessions the two end up on the topic of Kyoutani’s next heat.

“Probably right as winter break starts,” Kyoutani huffed without taking his eyes off his homework.

“How do you normally handle your heats?”

“C’mon, do we really have to talk about this? I’m almost done with this page.” Kyoutani flipped at his workbook before leaning back and away from the table Yahaba had set up on his bedroom floor.

“No,” Yahaba chimed. That tone had become more common, less like a rude brat and more like a gentle friend. “But, we can.”

“I just,” Kyoutani signed, “I just deal with it. It fucking sucks. A lot and for too long. Then it's just over with. You know what it's like.”

“I just have better methods on ‘dealing with it,’” Yahaba air quoted the last part.

“Yeah, whatever.” Kyoutani got back to his homework. It was when he was finally finished that Yahaba spoke up again.

“I can help you out if you’d like,” It wasn't quite a whisper, but it was a hushed tone, timid even.

Kyoutani blushed in response.

“It doesn't have to be in the way you think!” Yahaba held his hands up defensively, “I mean I can support you, bring you, um stuff or help you make a nest. Oh! I can ask the team for some clothes they can spare for a little while, they won't say no.”

“It's forever away anyway it doesn't matter.” Kyoutani pushed his cheek into his palm, elbow propped up on the table, trying and failing to hide his blush.

“Sure sure,” Yahaba got the hint, and Kyoutani knew Yahaba wouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable on purpose, not after their relationship had been going so well for this long. “Just, text me if you need anything?”

“Yeah, I will,” Kyoutani’s voice trailed off. He thought it was a lie, but deep down he had a feeling he would end up texting Yahaba when his heat finally arrived.

And he did.

It was about a month later. The weather had gone cold. No leaves were left in the trees and nearly everyone at Aoba Johsai was talking about their winter break plans. Kyoutani’s plans? Well, he’d be spending the first week in misery, unless… Yahaba meant it when he said it would help…

Kyoutani:next week, when break starts

Not five minutes later

Yahaba:got it!

Kyoutani arrived at his sister's empty apartment. She decided to go on a trip with one of her newly single and heartbroken friends. So he makes himself at home in what has practically become his second home, her guest bedroom, which already has so much of his stuff inside. Then he notices his sweat despite the low temperature the thermostat reads. It was much too cold for his sister's liking, thankfully she was gone because Kyoutani felt like he was burning up. That's when he decided to text Yahaba again.

He gives him his location address. No further details, hoping Yahaba will understand what's up. Of course, he does and shows up about thirty minutes later with not only a huge bag with what has to be pillows, but he also brought food. Thank the gods, because Kyoutani didn’t realize it had been hours since he last ate anything.

He couldn't eat much. Just like always, Kyoutani knew he was hungry and needed to eat but his lack of appetite was just the beginning of misery. Yahaba had volunteered to help him make a nest, so together they did. Kyoutani not having the slightest clue where to place what while Yahaba had entered interior designer mode, placing each pillow and borrowed clothing with calculated precision.

Kyoutani finally flopped onto the full-size bed. It felt smaller with all the added fluff, but he would be lying to himself if he said it wasn't nice. Yahaba was right, again, it felt safe. Warm and surrounded by the intoxicating smells of his friends. The hoodie was a combination of Hanamaki and Matsukawa, which made since they were always sharing clothes. There was also Watari’s scarf, bright red and fluffy.

As Kyoutani’s senses sharpened, he honed in on the scent of sugar. The intense warmth of the sweetness burst as the setter reentered the room. Kyoutani didn't notice he left, but he was back with an arm full of towels of various sizes. Kyoutani’s face was already flushed from his fever, so the embarrassment of realizing what the towels would be used for didn't seem to show. After setting the towels down, Yahaba returned to Kyoutani’s side and placed the back of his hand to the Ace’s forehead.

“Already that bad huh?” Yahaba’s hand lingered just a bit before he withdrew, “Do you want any medicine? A pain reliever fever reducer or something to help you sleep?”

“Sleep,” Kyoutani mumbled. He knew a pain reliever would not sit well on his almost empty stomach.

After taking a sleeping aid and settling even further into the nest his captain made for him Kyoutani, still feeling way too hot, found himself a little comfortable. At least, his body didn’t ache like being hit by a bus. Just mildly unpleasant muscle pains.

“I’ll open the window,” Yahaba sat up from the edge of the bed, “do you need anything else?” There was a hint of something in his voice like he was asking for the last time.

“St…” Kyoutani only mumbled. He didn’t want his friend to leave. He didn’t want to be alone. He hated these times of the year. He was at his weakest. Most pathetic and vulnerable. He wanted to be the strong Ace of the volleyball team again. Someone to look up to or even fear. Not this mess of nerves.

After a cool late evening breeze wafted into the room, Yahaba made his way to Kyoutani’s face again. This time, instead of checking the temperature with the back of his hand, Yahaba ran the tips of his fingers across the edge of the blonds hairline.

“I can stay.”

It was dark now. Yahaba had suggested scenting and only if Kyoutani was okay with it, of course. And he was in no position to refuse. He needed something. Yet too desperate for another’s touch to want to be alone. So here they were, cuddling in a bed, Yahaba’s cheek pressed against the back of Kyoutani’s neck, the slow movement coming to a stop. It was the first time Kyoutani had ever felt so safe and at peace during any of his heats.

As his consciousness slipped away, the last thing Kyoutani could make sense of was a faint,

“Goodnight, Kentarou.”

The night was mostly cuddling. Kyoutani peacefully in Yahaba’s arms. At some point, in the dead of night, the coiling heat in Kyoutani’s stomach became too much to bear. Yahaba was asleep and Kyoutani slowly rutted against a pillow. His hand traveled down and all it took was a few small thrusts for him to release into his pajama pants. Embarrassed and exhausted from the toll his heat had taken on his body, he didn’t dare move. He also didn’t want to disturb the sleeping Yahaba who was so incredibly close behind him. He drifted into sleep quickly and briefly only to wake again to total darkness and the light ruffling a bag on the floor.

“Shi- Shigeru?” Kyoutani rolled towards the noise.

“It’s me. I’m trying to find you something dry to wear.” Yahaba was always smart with his words. Especially anything heat-related that could embarrass Kyoutani. He chose to say the word dry instead or clean as most would have.

Kyoutani didn’t say anything. But he was nervous again. Scared of the intimacy helping someone change clothes brings.

“Don’t worry. It’s pitch black, I can’t see a thing.” Yahaba walked back towards the bed. Feeling his way to Kyoutani with soft taps in the darkness, seeing with his tender hands. “Here, I think these are shorts.”

Yahaba handed him a pair of gym shorts after a few in the dark guesses of the others retrieving hands. Kyoutani squeezed out of his pajama pants and boxers. Whipping away at his bodily residue. He was thankful for the darkness so the other could not see not only his blush but the state he was in. Yahaba lifted the discarded clothes to Kyoutani’s surprise.

A soft and cracking ‘no’ escaped from Kyoutani’s lips.

“It’s okay,” Yahaba dropped the clothes on the floor towards the end of the bed and reclaimed his place next to Kyoutani. “I want to help.”

Back under the light covers, the two omegas continued their previous cuddling. The taller, the big spoon, and the slightly shorter overheated mess, the little spoon.

“I meant it Kentarou,” Yahaba’s slender fingers traced circles over Kyoutani’s upper arm, “let me help you.”

“You are helping me,” Kyoutani wriggled back, deeper, into Yahaba’s hold, “thank you.”

A few empty and quiet moments passed. Yahaba stopped tracing Kyoutani’s skin and nuzzled his face into the back of Kyoutani’s neck and shoulder. His breath sent electric tingles down his spine.

The last thing Kyoutani remembers thinking about, other than the angelic sounds of Yahaba’s breathing, was questioning why another omega made him feel so, safe. So welcomed and whole. How was this omega able to make him feel this way, without the physical connection his body biologically craved. Wasn’t an Alpha supposed to make him feel this way? So why did his heart feel so much… bliss?

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After a night of almost none interrupted sleep, Yahaba suggested a cold shower and offered to make breakfast. Both sounded amazing and Kyoutani didn’t even have the mental energy to beat himself up about not thinking of it himself.

“Take your time, the colder the better. And I’ll try to find something easy to eat,” Yahaba even laid out a towel and a fresh change of clothes on the bathroom counter.

The coldness did help. His temperature became the lowest it had been in the past day. Kyoutani found himself analyzing, or trying to, the events that occurred since Yahaba arrived. First, they definitely used first names. Kyoutani didn’t mean to, in his delirious state, it just slipped out. But then, Yahaba used his given name first.

Looking down at the chilling water sliding off his body, Kyoutani noticed he was hard. Obviously, because he was in heat. Not because of the thought of Yahaba calling him Kentarou.

He gripped himself with his right hand, needing to use his left to prop himself against the shower wall, still exhausted regardless of just getting so much sleep. After a few, unrhythmic, flicks of his wrists, he thought of it again, “Kentarou,” the memory of Yahaba's voice flashed in his mind as he came.

“Fuck.”

He washed off his body and rinsed out his hair the best he could in what felt like only two minutes. But Yahaba did tell him to take his time. Could Yahaba have been suggesting something else? He was an omega too after all. He had the same needs and obviously knew how to handle them better than Kyoutani did.

The thought of Yahaba in heat entered his mind. His captain, touching himself just like this. Kyoutani blamed the intrusive thoughts on his heat making him excessively horny. But in truth, he knew why the thoughts were there. He’d spent the night with him, gentle and so intimate without the need for sexually physical touch. He also knew Yahaba full well had the capability to manhandle him, evident from the time he was slammed into the wall their second year. The thought of Yahaba grabbing by the collar, looking down at him full of passion. Kyoutani’s dick was hard again and now the space between his legs was wet with more than just the showers chilling water.

This time, his right hand reached behind him. He grabbed at his own ass and wondered since Yahaba's helped another omega, is this something he would do. Was he gentle with them or rough and forceful? How would he be with me?

Kyoutani’s hand reached even lower. His fingers traced over the tiny ridges of his entrance, coating them in the slick that leaked out of him. Yahaba’s fingers are longer, he thought as he pushed in his index with a low moan. He grabbed his dick with his left as he continued to think about the setter's hands. They were so gorgeous, despite the calluses of an athlete and the occasional pieces of tape. Yahaba’s hands were absolutely stunning and Kyoutani wished they were inside of him instead of his own. He added a second finger pulling another moan from his lips. He wanted so much more but was so limited in his reach, especially in this position. The water got colder and he pumped faster with his left hand. Yahaba was just in the other room. He knew what he was doing, no one needed to take a shower for this long just to get clean. Thinking about Yahaba knowing that Kyoutani was in this state should have been embarrassing, but instead, the tension in Kyoutani’s lower abdomen only tightened. The slightest whisper of, Shigeru escaped his lips when he came for the second time.

When he entered the kitchen, refreshed and feeling his ‘best’ since his heat started, he found Yahaba finishing up making herbal tea.

“I hope your sister doesn’t mind me going through everything, I tried to stick with something light. I figure you're the type to not eat much?” Yahaba gestured to the bar where a plate of wheat toast and a jar of marmalade and Nutella were waiting, “I didn’t know which you prefer.”

Kyoutani sat at the bar across from where Yahaba was standing, avoiding eye contact to not risk turning bright red at the act that took place in the bathroom just moments prior. He reached for the marmalade when Yahaba placed a cup of hot tea in his hand instead.

“You need to stay hydrated, you haven’t had anything to drink since last night,” Yahaba grabbed the marmalade and proceeded to prepare a piece of toast.

“Thanks,” Kyoutani accepted the toast and tried to focus only on obtaining the nutrients from the food and drink.

“I added some honey to the tea, antioxidants,” Yahaba prepared another piece of toast, which ended up being for Kyoutani also and not himself.

“You’re not hungry?”

“Actually,” Yahaba’s tone took a downward turn, “I have to head out soon.”

Kyoutani met the others' eyes for the first time since entering the room.

“I have to pick up my brother from his friend's house and mom asked us to get groceries on the way home.”

“Oh,” Kyoutani hoped his voice didn’t sound too disappointed. But it did.

“I can come back later?” Yahaba offered, “That is, only if you want me to. I understand if you would rather finish out your heat on your own. Sharing with someone for the first time can be intimidating,” Yahaba said with a small shiver.

Kyoutani raised a curious brow to which Yahaba giggled and responded,

“I was very intimidated when Oikawa helped me for the first time. The second time wasn’t nearly as bad, even if it was the first time with Shirabu.”

“What?” Kyoutani grew hot again, but this time it wasn’t due to his heat, “from Shiratorizawa?”

“Yeah,” Yahaba turned and began cleaning around the kitchen, erasing evidence of his presence.

Oikawa, Kunimi, and now the prick with a weird haircut. How many people had Yahaba slept with?

“I told you, it’s normal. Oikawa was just helping me out and we agreed it was a one-time thing. He taught me a lot and I respect him. Regardless of how often you tease, I don’t have a crush on him. And I only helped Kunimi once. It would have been Kindaichi, but he had the flu. All parties consented.”

“Shirabu isn't seeing anyone,” Kyoutani spoke faster than he could think. Why did he care so much about Yahaba’s Ex’s past?

“No, but like I said, it's just normal for omegas to help each other out. You should try reading the forums, if you can, there are a lot of experiences shared there. It might help you feel less lonely while I’m gone.”

“I won’t be lonely,” Kyoutani snapped, that was a lie.

“Right, but still, it’s normal and Shirabu and I have a mutual understanding. It doesn’t mean anything more than getting what your body needs in the moment. He’s helped me with my heats and I’ve helped him with his heat too.”

Have not had. Heats not heat. ThisIt doesn’t mean anything?

“Hey,” Yahaba’s commanding tone caught the blond off guard, “please don’t get upset.”

Kyoutani didn’t realize his scent had gone sour. His natural tropical smell of mangos and coconut turned rotten. He never cared for his smell, he preferred to use scent patches when he was nearing his heat, so he didn’t notice the change as quickly.

Yahaba did though, walking to his side of the bar and grabbing hold of Kyoutani’s hands, kneading his thumbs into the scent gland on his wrists. The tension in Kyoutani’s shoulders loosened and his scent mellowed out as he looked down into the setter's perfect hands. Hands that were at some point touched by and touching someone else.

Before the jealousy could taint his scent again, the pair two were interrupted by Yahaba’s ringtone.

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Before Yahaba left, they discussed Kyoutani not taking a smaller dose of suppressants. It would help him get through his heat faster. The point of the low dose suppressants was to lessen the pains of the heat but a side effect was drawing out the duration. And Kyoutani wanted to get out of his miserable state as soon as possible. He wanted to go back to ignoring being an omega and spiking volleyballs. Preferably against Shiratorizawa in a crushing victory.

So Kyoutani flopped down into the nest Yahaba fluffed for him before he left and pressed his face into the familiar scents of his current and former teammates. One scent overwhelmed all the others. Probably because all but one of the many pillows belong to the setter. Kyoutani couldn’t escape the welcoming warm vanilla sugar, and he didn’t want to. He did, however, have the slightest feeling of regret for deciding not to take half a suppressant pill; the heat coiling in his lower abdomen as the loneliness crept in.

He couldn’t deny the ache in his chest. The thought that this arrangement with his captain was nothing other than an omega helping another omega. That Yahaba was just doing what a good omega friend would do. But Kyoutani wanted more. He wanted him. His fingers, his scent, his arms around him or pinning him down. Kyoutani felt so out of himself. He wanted Yahaba to be forceful with him like he did during their match with Karasuno their second year. He longed for those eyes of fire looking into his. He wanted Yahaba.

Now that he was alone, Kyoutani could do whatever he wanted to himself. This arrangement was the best he ever had. He was somewhat comfortable, he had a drink and some snacks on his nightstand, again thanks to Yahaba, and towels of various sizes at the ready. Even alone he felt so loved taken care of.

Kyoutani’s hands wandered again, passing the waistband of his shorts and exploring into the dark curly hair underneath. He cupped his balls with his left and gripped his beading dick with his right. Again, he blamed his erection on his heat. But he was worried there was something more. He was overjoyed to be learning from Yahaba, yet at the same time jealous of the other omegas who had this pleasure first. His fingers slid over the head of his dick as he moved up and down to a rhythmic pace. If he had just learned sooner, maybe he could have been the one to spend all those past heats with Yahaba instead of fucking Shirabu.

Kyoutani’s hand slowed down, placing more emphasis on just the head of his penis. His other hand traveled even further, the tips of his fingers grazing over warm runny liquid. Pushing one digit into the slick he moaned and rolled into one of the many pillows. Kyoutani’s body was on fire, he could feel his tear ducts filling as he was on the edge of crying in desperation. He wanted so much more. Already on the second day of his heat and only haven gotten off three times was a record low. He added another finger, his body more ready than his mind. He began thrusting into himself, filling his nostrils with the smells of the nest.

He desperately wanted to only focus on his heat. He was alone and there was nothing to feel embarrassed or ashamed about. But he just couldn’t stop thinking about what Yahaba could feel like. His imagination of Yahaba smiling down at him caused precum to leak from his dick, coating his hand, allowing for swifter movements. He pumped on his dick with one hand and reach further inside of himself with the other. Kyoutani shifted around in the nest trying to get better leverage, his fingers struggling to graze over the nerves inside him. Regardless, he felt so good, the tightness in his low stomach just about ready to spring free. He breathed in the sweet scent of the borrow pillows as he came.

After whipping himself off and tossing the cloth aside, Kyoutani wondered about the forum Yahaba mentioned. He would have loved being able to ask someone questions when he discovered his second gender, he just always assumed he was a beta like both his parents and sister. Hell if any gender, he fit the role of alpha for being so hot-headed. The one alpha in his family was the reason why Kyoutani didn’t care too much for them. To be honest, he didn’t care much for Matsukawa at first, but admittedly that was because of the bad experiences he had at home. Matsukawa was great, in fact, his smell being here in this moment, platonically, was so helpful.

But no, he presented as an omega and he didn't know how to cope with it. He left his afterschool activities altogether. The adult team took him and he actually felt comfortable there. They only had one alpha, a much older guy who had a mate for so long he seemed to not even notice second genders anymore. He was the only one Kyoutani could turn to with questions and with encouragement he was able to return to his high school volleyball team. The man's wife helped too, as much as she could. But she was a female omega, so there were some answers she couldn't give. And being paired for so long, she failed to mention how common sharing a heat with another omega was.

Laying in his post-orgasm bliss, with beads of sweat slowly dragging down his body, Kyoutani slipped into sleep. He was only asleep for about an hour when he was startled by the monstrous vibrations of his phone. He forgot about it completely until now. He brought it with him to check out the forums.

It was Yahaba.

"Hey! Hope im not disturbing."

“No, I was just sleeping”

"That’s disturbing you,” Yahaba sighed, “I can call back la-"

“No, it’s fine.” The lack of suppressant and still being in heat full swing was causing Kyoutani to go hot again. And fast.

"Okay, well Chikao and I are still at the market. Do you want anything?"

Kyoutani realized he never put pants back on after he cleaned himself last, the lower half of his body was bare and the tank top he was wearing didn’t feel light enough. He was so hot and his dick already half hard.

"Hello?"

“Yeah, no I’m good.” Kyoutani’s dick flinched and the sound of Yahaba concerned voice

"I know you’re not good. Chiako over here." Rustling sounds came through the phone

“As good as I can be right now,” Kyoutani grabbed his dick to hold it still, twitching at the sounds of the setter on the other line.

"Right, well are you hungry?"

“No, I’m never hungry,” Kyoutani could feel his dick growing more in his hand with the added warmth of slick creeping between his legs. “Not when I’m like this.”

Kyoutani placed his phone on the bed just below his face, still close enough to hear Yahaba without having to put the call on speaker. He didn’t want the other to know he was moving so much in the nest, reaching for a towel to dry himself.

"I got it, what if I bring you some of the snacks I like when I’m, um, in your situation."

“I don’t know if will be able to eat anything.” Kyoutani’s ass was too sensitive from his earlier masturbation, the towel irritated his skin. He should have known it would. Touching himself, even through cloth, was a mistake.

"That’s fine, it’s worth it if it helps even a little."

The tone Yahaba had in his voice just then. The care he was expressing for this mess of an omega laying in the nest he made was too much. Kyoutani hadn’t realized the hand on his dick was moving, pre beading at the tip. Kyoutani bit at his lips to prevent a moan from escaping as one finger easily slipped in, already being stretched from an hour ago.

"I’ll probably be done in an hour or two, have to get Chikao home and put away the groceries."

Yahaba continued to talk, something about his favorite protein bar for when he was in heat, though he danced around the word 'heat' while in public. Kyoutani was really doing it. Jacking off while on the phone with his captain. The hand on his dick twisted up and down as he listed to Yahaba rant about the prices going up. He moaned, loudly.

"What was that? Sorry, it’s loud on this isle."

The distant chatter of women attested to Yahaba’s excuse for not hearing the embarrassing moan. He’s going to find out, Kyoutani thought. Did it scare him or excite him more.

“Nothing, just,” his pace quicked and the thought of Yahaba coming back, to be near him again, “You said you’ll be back in two hours?”

"I said I’ll be done in two hours,” Yahaba’s giggle echoed in the phone, “You want me to come back that quickly?"

“Please,” Kyoutani’s face was red but he was beyond embarrassment at this point. The call only went on for about five minutes and Kyoutani had almost completely lost all of his senses. He wanted Yahaba to get back to him that moment. Hearing him over the phone was not enough. He wanted him his help.

"Okay, I’ll just get a few more things and get back over there."

There was an urgency in the setter’s voice. He truly did care about Kyoutani, at least he sounded like he did. And acted like he did. And almost explicitly said that he did.

Kyoutani was at the edge, any little thing could have pushed him over.

"When I get back I’ll make it up to you," Yahaba’s tone was deeper, intense with the intention behind it. “I’ll make it up to you for leaving you alone right now.”

And that was the push. Kyoutani came with so much force a few dribbles of cum landed on his cellphone, activating the touch screen revealing Yahaba’s contact image, that stupid fucking real smile. The one where only half his face lit up.

“Shigeru.”

"I’ll be there soon Ken, I have to go."

The call ended, Kyoutani was so out of it but he was certain he said bye before hanging up. He fucking knows.

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An hour and forty-five minutes, that’s how long before Yahaba was back and knocking on the door.

Fifty minutes prior, Kyoutani was distracting himself by browsing the online omega forum thing. The distraction worked, instead of replaying his hyper embarrassing one-sided act of phone sex over and over, he was reading the stories other omegas and ‘heat helpers’ shared. It was so much information to unpack in such little time.

First, it was even more common than Yahaba made it out to be. It quelled at the insecurities in his heart but also emphasized his ignorance for not knowing about it literally years ago. From the amount of sheer quantity on the forums, Yahaba’s heat experiences seemed on the lower end of the spectrum. A couple of omegas had a different partner for every single heat. Some others rotated between a close group of two or three, this was the most common trend. And only a fair few exclusively had only one partner. Those were the ones Kyoutani was interested in.

There was one post in particular that Kyoutani found interesting. It was from an older omega, who was now bonded with a beta, had a family, and stated she was very happy. However, this omega did share a story of her long-ago heat partner. A close friend she had developed feelings for. And that in the darkest places of her heart, she regretted never telling him how she felt. The guilt she now feels for missing him. That she will always be left wondering,

“I didn’t have time to get you lunch, but I brought snacks,” Yahaba chimed as he entered Kyoutani’s sister’s apartment.

“I probably won’t be able to eat a meal anyway,” Kyoutani mumbled in response. He did eat a small lunch, emphasis on small, but it was enough.

“That’s okay, here.” Yahaba showed off a small box of multigrain bars, “I used to eat these all the time.”

The main flavor was blueberry, which reminded him of Kunimi and Kyoutani hated how jealous that made him feel.

“But this is my absolute new favorite,” Yahaba held up a small container of trail mix that contained dried fruit. Bananas, apricots, and most importantly, coconut shavings and mango were advertised as the main components.

The setter’s face flushed, Kyoutani had inadvertently sent out a puff of his own scent at the sight of the gift. Does Yahaba like his scent?

The overwhelming hotness of Kyoutani’s skin returned. He could feel the sweat accumulating on his forehead and the heat in his stomach returning. In truth, it was long overdue. When he suffered his heats alone, the pain of his stomach and the ache of his muscle never went away, no matter how much he got off. But this time, in between masturbation sessions, he was relieved and almost refreshed. The one differentiating factor was the omega standing in front of him. With big brown eyes staring back at him intensely.

“Kyoutani, do you-”

“Help me,” the blond interrupted. His hands entangled in themselves in front of him as a feeble attempt to hide his growing erection.

Yahaba placed the shopping bag of goods on the kitchen counter and took the two steps needed to bring him right in front of the omega in heat. Yahaba’s hands reached out for Kyoutani’s, lightly gripping them as his fingertips accidentally grazed over the bump of Kyoutani shorts.

Kyoutani shuddered, Yahaba was so close he could feel his breath making contact with his skin. Contact he wanted so much more of. The room filled with a combination of tropical and sugar. It was amazing.

“Of course,” Yahaba picked up Kyoutani’s right hand and brought it to his lips. With a gentle and lingering kiss to his knuckles, Yahaba added, “however you need me, let me help.”

“I don’t know how you’ve been able to hold out for so long,” Yahaba’s hips moved in a small circular motion, pressing against Kyoutani’s backside as they now found themselves back in their the nest, “I lost count of how many times I got off with your track jacket pressed against my face during my last heat. Gods, you smell amazing.”

Yahaba’s right hand was traveling around Kyoutani’s waist, moving upward and fast. His left arm had gotten under Kyoutani’s head at some point, acting as a pillow. His left hand hovered lazily above Kyoutani’s face, fingertips tracing his hairline carefully. Yahaba’s right hand located his chest, lightly cupping his pectoral muscle. Kyoutani was caged in, his setter’s warm vanilla sugar drowning out all the other scents and even the sounds in the room. Sounds like Kyoutani’s low moans as the cage of Yahaba’s arms excited him more causing his grip on his dick to tighten and move.

Yahaba decided to kiss the back of his neck, right on his scent gland, and then a lick. Electricity shot down Kyoutani’s spine, branching out into the pit of his lower abdomen, his cock, and further. Kyoutani’s breath hitched and he shuddered at the feeling. Yet another pair of boxers soiled with slick. Yahaba’s hips continued to rock, swaying into him. He pressed back against Yahaba, his hand pumping a little faster. He could feel Yahaba too, his friend's erection forming and massaging into Kyoutani’s upper ass. And he wanted it.

Yahaba let his teeth lightly graze across Kyoutani's neck causing him to moan loudly as he continued to pump himself. Yahaba loosened his grip on the blond’s chest, opting to lightly pinch at his nipple instead. The simulation was foreign to Kyoutani, never having felt up his own chest before. The grinding of Yahaba’s hips from behind him and the beautiful fingers twisting at his nipple was tempting Kyoutani to lose all sense of his mind. But he wouldn’t dare. The forums help tremendously, but there was a minuscule nagging feeling of this being his first and last heat to share with his captain. He couldn’t lose his mind to his heat right now. He needed to remember every single moment.

Lips made contact with the curve in Kyoutani’s neck. Sprinkles of light kisses trailed down to Kyoutani’s shoulder causing the wetness of his boxers to undoubtedly dampen the bed beneath. The hand movements on his dick became more desperate and without tempo. The tender kisses stopped, only to instantly be followed by Yahaba’s hushed whisper telling him, ‘you’re so beautiful,’ and then teeth threatening to break the skin of his shoulder.

Kyoutani poured himself into his boxers, cum spilling out the fly and into his shorts, which were already ruined by the slick. The bedsheets were in only slightly better condition.

Yahaba’s movements slowed to a stop. His hips stilling and his hands both stopped tracing over the burning skin. Kyoutani took a moment to steady his breathing, then Yahaba’s weight shifted under his head. His arm slipped away leaving Kytouani to use a less superior pillow than he had moments ago.

“I’ll help you clean up,” Yahaba’s body heat retreated away from the nest of pillows and fluffy blankets.

Kyoutani, with a burst of newfound energy, turned around in time to grab Yahaba’s arm and prevent him from leaving the bed he was milliseconds from walking away from. Yahaba, now sitting straight up, looked down at Kyoutani who laid with his back flat on the bed. His chest still heaving and his other hand still in his boxers.

“Help me,” Kyoutani wasn’t asking for help to clean up. He wanted to be soiled, he wanted Yahaba.

Thankful, his eyes must have conveyed that message. Yahaba leaned down, returning his legs onto the bed and his arms enclosing around the Ace. The late afternoon light flaking bursts of gold off his captain’s hair. In less than 24 hours they had gotten this close, but Kyoutani wanted to be so much closer and whimpered at the thought.

“Okay,” Yahaba’s hand then moved to the waistband of Kyoutani’s shorts, “let me help.”

He was asking, like a good heat helper would, each move only after this partner’s consent. Kyoutani lifted his hips so Yahaba could slide off the boxers and shorts. Kyoutani’s dick, still erect, sprung into the air.

He blushed even harder under Yahaba’s gaze. He felt exposed, but not in a bad way. This was the first time Yahaba had seen him like this, and he liked it. He knew his body was toned and muscular. Not slender and pretty as an omega should be. But the look Yahaba gave him as his body was examined by the setter’s eyes excited him further.

“It’s hot,” Kyoutani said into his hand that covered his mouth. His other hand pulled at the bottom of his tank top.

“Sit up for a sec,” Yahaba took his eyes off his teammate’s dick, he too was sporting a bright red blush on his face.

Kyoutani complied and Yahaba helped him remove the last of his clothing, now completely bare for the other to see. The air of the room and lack of coverings did help with the overheating body temperature, but Kyoutani still needed more. Now it was his turn to undress the other.

His manner of asking for permission was clumsy, his mind hazy from his heat and the erotic setting he found himself in. Padding at Yahabas’s clothes, he didn’t really help, but he helped Yahaba remove his shirt. His heat helpers pale skin and lightly toned muscle tempting him to drool. His fingers failed to unhook the button on Yahaba’s jeans. Jeans that were tight behind Yahaba’s obvious erection.

“Kyoutani,” Yahaba stopped Kyoutani’s hands with his own. “I want you.”

If that didn’t flip a switch in Kyoutani’s omega heat-driven brain, nothing else would.

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Kyoutani’s lips crashed into Yahaba's. His hands now working feverishly at the button of the other’s pants still failing to get it undone. The kiss was electrifying, chills contradicting Kyoutani’s overheated body to dance all over his skin. The taste of warm vanilla sugar was not limited to just the air around the setter. It was on his lips as well. After a few seconds to adjust for the sudden clash of faces, the kiss mellowed out into something steady and beautiful. And then another kiss. And another. Kyoutani lost track of how many after he felt the smallest pressure of the other’s tongue teasing at his lips, asking for permission. Of course, he granted, he would give Yahaba anything he asked for.

Too distracted by the new sensations of Kyoutani’s first kisses, he didn’t notice the sound of denim hitting the floor. He did notice the feeling of his bareback pressing into the bed once again. Arms caging him in again, he loved the feeling, and he ran his hands down the setter's back. Fingernails temping to leave marks on Yahaba’s pale skin. The taller omega broke free from their interlocked kisses to stare down at the other and catch his breath. His plump lips were red from the recent exchange of saliva and his eyes burned with what seemed like lust.

“Kyoutani,” Yahaba breathed, chest heaving above the other, “i-”

“Please!” Kyoutani was seconds away from begging.

Yahaba’s head swung down, catching Kyoutani's neck, nipping and biting at his ear. The slender fingers of the setter’s hands reached for the inside of Kyoutani’s thigh, then grabbed behind his knee, guiding him to lift and spread his legs. Again, Kyoutani complied more than willingly. There was no way he had produced this much slick in his life. He moaned against the nibbles at his ear.

“Hold your leg,” Yahaba whispered, his breath drawing more chills.

Kyoutani held his leg, Yahaba didn't remove his hand. Instead, interlocked their fingers behind Kyotuani’s left knee at an awkward angle. In a second, Yahaba's face was gone, the cool room temperature air generating goosebumps on Kyoutani’s skin that was still wet from Yahaba’s nibbles and licks. The bed shifted as the focal point of weight moved lower. As Kyoutani opened his eyes to see why, his head reflexively snapped back as Yahaba’s mouth encased his leaking dick.

Yahaba’s left hand was grabbing onto the inside of Kyoutani’s right thigh, but he moved it even lower to knead into the scent gland on Kyoutani’s inner thigh. Kyoutani’s thick dick throbbed in his captain's mouth and Yahaba began to gently bob up and down. It felt so amazing, Kyoutani had to fight the uneasy feeling that it was due to practicing on other omegas. This was not the time to be jealous.

Kyoutani’s grip behind his left knee and on Yahaba’s hand tightened as the feeling intensified. The warmth of Yahaba’s mouth sucking, pulled more and more pleasure from him by the second. No doubt his slick was puddling beneath his ass as the heat coiling inside grew more excessive. Kyoutani’s throat was dry from all the moaning, the room filled with tropical scents and vanilla sugar. Kyoutani thought the sounds of Yahaba’s mouth around his cock, slurping and sucking was enough to push him over the edge. He wanted to warn him of how close he already was, but then a new sensation rolled through him like thunder bellowing across the sky.

Yahaba gently slipped his finger into the omegas begging entrance. Kyoutani’s free hand grabbed at the blankets next to him. He didn't want it to end but he was so close to coming into the other omegas mouth.

“Im-”

He cut himself off with a sharp gasp as the sucking and bobbing quicked and, fuck, the addition of another finger. Yahaba’s slender fingers slid in so easily with all the lubricants Kyouani’s body was excessively making. And then the exquisite fingers found just the right-

“Fuck!”

Kyoutani came into the setter’s mouth, muscles spasming as the other kept a firm grip, holding him steady. After a few moments to catch his breath, Kyotuani finally looked down to see Yahaba wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I'm sorry, i-”

Kyoutani was instantly silenced by the flick of two fingers still inside of him. Yahaba sat up, taking Kyotuani’s left leg away from the owner's grasp and bringing the omegas kneecap to his lips for a kiss. Yahaba slid up, the naked skin of his lap flush with Kyoutani’s ass. Kyoutani’s right leg was now draped over Yahaba’s left thigh lazily. Kyoutani’s other leg was still held firmly by Yahaba who continued to pepper him with kisses from his knee down to his other scent gland. Kyoutani had never received this much attention in anything in his life.

“If you’re anything like me,” Yahaba looked up, leaning his head on Kyoutani’s knee which was now propped on Yahaba’s shoulder, “you’re not satisfied yet.”

The statement burned with truth almost as intensely as the fire in Yahaba’s eyes. What he questioned as lust earlier was now definite. For the first time, Kyoutani’s eyes landed on the other's dick. Yahaba’s was pale but long and slender. Kyoutani swallowed loudly at the thought of having it. Though he was very ignorant in the ways of omegas, biology and public sex education led him to believe omegas had small dicks. Kyoutani himself wasn't above average, but he was not small and certainly on the thicker side. And even though Yahaba’s was slender, he made up for it in sheer length.

Kyoutani tried to reach for this setter's cock, however, again he was at the mercy of the two fingers Yahaba kept inside him. Jerking his body at every flick.

“You’re so wet Kentarou, if I leave you, you’ll spill all over the bed.” Yahaba’s voice was deeper than normal, the erotic actions revealing a new side of the teammate he’s known for years.

Kyoutani was still in a euphoric haze of post-orgasm. But the intense look in Yahaba’s eyes and beading pre accumulating on the tip of the setter’s dick was enough to make him shudder with anticipation. Yahaba was right, even with fingers still inside of him moving in the smallest in and out motion, Kyoutani could tell how wet he was. Even though he had just came, he was still in heat, right in the middle of it, and Yahaba had what he wanted.

Kyoutani swayed his hips into the movement of Yahaba’s thrusting fingers. The fingers of the person he trusts the most at this moment. The fingers he always trusts to toss him the best possible set. Gorgeous, perfect fingers.

“More”

Yahaba added a third finger. The stretch of the setter's fingers was a welcomed sensation. The slight burn of his skin was not unpleasant. The feeling of his captain inside him was far better than anything Kyoutani could achieve on his own. Although Kyoutani knew that if Yahaba’s fingers weren’t inside him, the other was so close, he would have been able to feel his dick against his own. Kyoutani’s cock throbbed with a bounce of anticipation. He didn’t want to lose the fingers that rhythmically thrusted in and out. But he needed so much more. His heat demanded more, and he was ready to welcome the other wholeheartedly.

“Shigeru,” Kyoutani’s eyes threatened to release tears, “more.”

Yahaba looked back at him with burning eyes. The opposite of glossed over, the details were sharped. He slowly slipped his hand away, coated in so much slick he used it to lubricate his dick. Kyoutani thought it was unnecessary considering how wet and ready he felt.

“You sure?” Again Yahaba’s voice was deep. Like he was holding himself back.

They both knew what they wanted.

“Yes,” Kyoutani choked out.

Yahaba lined up with Kyoutani’s entrance. He leaned down to apply another kiss to Kyoutani’s lips. It was softer than before. Tender as if saying thank you. And then he pushed in.

Gods he was perfect. All Kyoutani could ever need. Like a puzzle piece, he’d been missing for years. Yahaba’s cock was indeed thinner than his own. But then again it was the only cock he’d ever taken before. And he was so thankful for the length.

“I’m going to move.”

Kyoutani answered with a moan. Tears ran across his burning cheeks. He reached his hand up toward the setter, attempting to gain more skin on skin. To be any form of closer.

Waves of pleasure crash into Kyoutani’s body each time Yahaba’s gentle thrusts rocked into him. He moaned in response to the kisses Yahaba pressed against his jaw and neck. The two scents in the room screamed arousal. At one thrust in particular, Kyoutani found himself grabbing at his captain's hair. The luscious brown was the only thing in view as the man holding him down quickened his pace.

“Shigeru,” Kyoutani called for his heat partner as his other hand scratched down the setter’s back. This time definitely leaving marks.

“Hold on,” Yahaba’s husky voice whispered into his ear before he sat up, leaving Kyoutani vacant of the other’s warmth and touch.

Kyoutani couldn't find his voice to ask, but he wanted to know why Yahaba wasn’t closer. He wanted to keep their faces close and feel the heat of someone else against his own. But he quickly discovered the reason. The new angle allowed for Yahaba to run over and into the bundle of nerves inside Kyoutani. Each thrust came with more precision. Yahaba might have said something else, but the blond could hear nothing other than his own moans that echoed around the room.

Kyoutani wanted to feel more of Yahaba, to at least hold his hand. He reached for him, and the other accepted. The setters pace quickly yet again and with more force. The heat in Kyoutani’s lower abdomen was so close to spilling over. Yahaba guided Kyoutani’s hand down to grab at his dick, the overstimulation caused Kyoutani to shudder. Their eyes locked as Yahaba started to pump Kyoutani’s hand around this cock.

“Shigeru, I,” Kyoutani couldn’t finish his words as he came into their hands.

Yahaba was still thrusting inside him as their hands around Kyoutani’s cumming dick matched the pace. Then a new form of heat filled inside of Kyoutani. Yahaba’s breathing was louder now, his face closer to Kyoutani’s. His movements slowing and Kyoutani could feel the throbbing of Yahaba’s dick inside him still releasing cum to combine with his slick.

Kyoutani felt so content. The coiling heat in his stomach was finally gone and sated. His own cum on his stomach where the two were still holding each other's sticky hands. Yahaba filling him was a sensation he knew he would crave during every heat from now on.

“Kentarou?”

The sound was faint and far away. Or perhaps Kyoutani was far away. His exhausted mind was falling out of consciousness.

He was beyond overjoyed. At that moment, nothing else mattered except for Yahaba’s touch.

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He was purring. The fake blond with what Yahaba will now think of as tiger stripes in his hair was purring. And it was beautiful. For the first time since his heat started, Kyoutani didn’t have a look of misery on his face. He looked at peace and Yahaba felt his heartache.

He ran his long slender hand up and down Kyoutani’s arm, his Ace’s body temperature still hot to the touch from the heat. Yahaba sighed with empathy for knowing how difficult these times are. It wasn't too long ago that he himself was in pure misery, wishing upon wishing they could have also shared a nest then. For Kyoutani, even as oblivious as he was, to be the one to take care of him during his own heat.

Yahaba wondered if perhaps she should have said something sooner. Perhaps there were signs Kyoutani was so in the dark that he didn't notice. They were friends after all, why had he never asked about it before Kyoutani thankfully found out.

Regardless of that, he was here now. And he knew there would be more heats to come. At least he hoped so. The thought of the future and spending heats together, again and again, made Yahaba’s heart race with anticipation and ache with uncertainty at the unknown.

And then his heart sank.

He pulled himself free of the omega he was inside and the hot cum and slick leaked out around his upper thighs and Kyoutani’s lower back. He didn’t use a condom.

How stupid could he be? To do such a thing to a friend. To have so many feelings behind the act and yet take advantage of the omega in heat. Worst of all, he didn't even use a condom. Pregnancy was of no concern, but the consent was. You’re supposed to use a condom. Always.

“Fuck.”

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It was dark by the time Kyoutani woke up. His body ached, but, in a good way. The lack of light was proof hours had passed, but he still felt the euphoria lingering in his bones. The heat only a dull roar, not a raging fire like when he was alone. alone?

Panic spiked in his mind at the missing person he assumed would still be by his side. The shuffle of blankets and pillows in the low light silenced the panic in an instant and Kyoutani focused on the close scent of vanilla. However, this vanilla didn't smell as sweet as the sugar as it should have.

“I’m really sorry,” Yahaba’s face in the faint street and moon lights was etched with sadness.

Kyoutani was at a loss, he had never been happier in his life. Granted, he had a new surfacing crush desire he hadn't yet sorted out, but still, never been happier. Yahaba’s devastated face was dragging him back down at a deadly speed.

“For what?”

“I didn’t use a condom. I’m clean, but I still should have.” Yahaba buried his face into his knees and scratched violently at his hair. Something he only did when he was beyond pissed, mostly at himself. Like when he messed up a set or the few times they lost very important games. But this was different, it wasn't just frustrations, there was something else.

“You smell nervous,” Kyoutani wanted to do something, to help him. He didn't know if he earned the right to invade the other’s space. Did the intimacy they shared hours ago make it ok to be close? Kyoutani was still in heat so, if Yahaba got mad that would be his excuse for physical contact. “I don’t like it.”

Kyoutani, forgetting he was still completely naked, crawled in the almost complete darkness to the end of the bed where Yahaba was sitting against the wall with his face still in his knees. He hugged the setter, only a thin bedsheet in between them.

“I’m sorry,” Yahaba looked up at Kyoutani, his eyes were red like he was about to or had been crying. That could explain the scent, an omega in distress. Suddenly Kyoutani felt so selfish, only taking and not giving anything, apart from his body but that doesn't count. Yahaba did say he wanted him, but Kyoutani didn't know to what extent.

Kyoutani wanted to do something, anything, to make the distress go away. He didn't know what to say or how to get the other to explain more. A condom wasn't a big deal to him, he already trusted Yahaba to make the best decisions during his heat. So, Kyoutani leaned forward, creating more skin-to-skin contact the best he could despite the thin fabric of the bedsheet. It was his turn to wrap his arms around the omega in need. He rubbed his face against Yahaba’s cheek, trying his best to dilute the melancholy.

Yahaba leaned into the rubbing, mixing their scent into something beautiful and safe. A feeling of understanding and trust.

“I trust you,” Kyoutani whispered, “and I- I wanted it like that.”

The honesty burned in his face. He did want Yahaba. And he wanted to feel every inch, every microscopic part of him.

“I don’t think it,” Kyoutani was almost too embarrassed to say more. But he needed to be honest. To help Yahaba feel better, “it wouldn’t have been as, satisfying if you did use one.”

“I’ve never not used one,” Yahaba slumped his head against the Ace. “It’s kind of always been an unspoken rule.”

“Why?” am I different?

“Just because,” Yahaba had to pause to consider his next few words. “It makes it more about helping, and respecting someone else in heat. Not using one, that's..”

Yahaba trailed off and Kyoutani still didn't understand. His mind was still foggy from the dreariness and his heat he probably still had another day and a half to go at most.

“I don't understand,” Kyoutani mumbled, his eyelids heavy, “I don't know the omega things.”

Yahaba let out a loud breath he was probably holding for too long.

“Not using a condom is what lovers do,” Yahaba's head now hung low in defeat. “I’m sorry I took that away from you.”

Kyoutani was awoken by his words like cold water had just run down his spine. what lovers do. repeated over and over again. Could they be lovers? Does Yahaba regret not using a condom because he doesn't want to be his lover? Was he saving that experience for someone else? Too many emotions filled Kyoutani's stirring mind. But overall was a feeling akin to heartbreak, and he didn't fully understand why.

Hot tears started to stream down Kyoutani’s face without his permission.

Yahaba sensed the change, jerking his face up to see just as Kyoutani started to recoil in shame.

“No no no,” Yahaba begged, reaching out for Kyoutani’s face but leaving his hands just out of reach, “I’m so, so sorry, please don't cry.”

Kyoutani let loose, tears and confusion and his muffled sniffles bursting to life. He wanted to be Yahaba’s lover, he was certain of it. At least, as much as he could be while intoxicated with the setter in front of him and his biological heat cycle.

“Please, forgive me Kyoutani,” Yahaba’s voice cracked, “I won't do it agai-”

“But I want you too!” Kyoutani all but yelled, his emotions all over the place and he was unable to regulate his tone. “I want you to touch me. Only me!”

Kyoutani felt horribly selfish and jealous and all kinds of wrong. He felt wrong for wanting Yahaba all to himself knowing full well the setter had other ‘relationships’ to maintain. He felt awful for being so ignorant to his second gender for so long. Awful for not clearly understanding his feelings. Awful to think that maybe it was only his heat attracting him to his very attractive captain. And awful from just being in heat.

His back ached again, and his stomach hurt from both hunger and hornyness. Why couldn't he just think straight!

“What?” Yahaba was staring back at him and the pale light that seeped through the window.

“I don't know,” Kyoutani admitted. “I don't know what's happening with me, but please. Just don't leave again.”

Yahaba took a deep breath. “Okay.”

~

Kyoutani was asleep again and Yahaba tried to keep him comfortable as best he could. He wanted to prepare something for him to eat but every time he tried to leave the nest the Ace would stir and threaten to wake. So Yahaba just stayed. He had already cleaned Kyoutani up after the first time he fell asleep. Shamefully wiping away the cum he split inside his best friend.

“I’m really sorry,” Yahaba kissed Kyoutani's shoulder as the Ace breathed rhythmically.

Yahaba knew Kyoutani doesn't fully grasp the consequences, being lost on omega culture. But Yahaba felt like he betrayed him even though he didn't mean to. He genuinely was so in the moment that he didn't even think to ask. He wanted to feel Kyoutani so bad. His outlandish crush taking over his mind and the idea of finally ‘mating’ with Ken.

Yahaba signed again and then pressed his lips to rest on the other omega's scent gland on the back of his neck. He would have to explain it again when his heat was over. For now, the best he could do was to help him through it.

Though he could not stop thinking about how good it all felt. To have sex with someone for the first time with no condom, nothing to truly separate them. To really, and honestly feel, connected.

“Shigeru?” Kyoutani whispered.

Yahaba must have woken him with all his sighing.

“hmm?” he answered.

“You’re poking me.”

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He was indeed poking him. His wandering and pitiful mind somehow giving him an erection that may be the cause of Kyoutani’s waking.

“I’m sor,” Yahaba dropped his face down onto Kyoutani’s arm to stop himself from over-apologizing. “Yeah, I guess I am.” He chuckled in a self-deprecating way.

How fucked up was it for him to be hard after everything he just did. The big deal he just made about not using a condom, was it really okay for them to continue. But he knew the pain and uncomfortability that Kyoutani was feeling. Yahaba was determined to help in any way.

Kyoutani was slowly rolling over to face Yahaba, a change from their somewhat constant spooning position. There was something in Kyoutani‘s eyes that Yahaba couldn’t quite understand. Forgiveness maybe? But that didn’t look quite like it.

Yahaba sat up and signed yet again. Looking down at the most gorgeous Ace and omega he’d ever seen. And he had seen a few in this exact state. But all paled in comparison to the erotic position Kyoutani lay in. Or the hungry and begging look in his eyes. Or the way his tanned skin and lips glowed in the middle of the night. The first set of lips Yahaba had ever truly kissed.

“Kyo-”

“Help me,” Kyoutani asked, just as genuinely and innocently as he did the evening prior.

Yahaba couldn’t help but portray a sour expression on his face, his conflicting emotions between wanting to help the person he cares about and the guilt from what he had already done dwelling in his mind. His thoughts changed as the distraction of Kyoutani reaching over into the overnight bag that Yahaba brought, which was on the floor just an arm's reach from the nest.

“What are you,” Yahaba started to ask but then he saw Kyoutani turning back towards him with a tiny pale blue square package in his hand.

“Please,” The omega in heat asked, his eyes portraying the need.

Somehow, Kyoutani was able to locate Yahaba’s packed condoms without any prior knowledge. Honey gold eyes stared desperately back at Yahaba.

“Please,” Kyoutani asked again, beads of sweat accumulating on his forehead, “it hurts.”

It’s the pain behind his voice that called Yahaba to action. Taking the condom, he tore it open and applied it to his even harder dick that was just centimeters away from Kyoutani's naked, slick leaking ass.

“Are you sure?” Yahaba asked, slightly too ashamed to look back at the other omega. His eyes still locked in on how close his dick was to Kyoutani's begging entrance.

Kyoutani didn’t answer with words. He answer with a loud, overly erotic, moan as he closed the gap between them. Sliding down the bed, still on his back to allow Yahaba’s dick to enter him almost to the base.

Yahaba gasped at the unexpected action, his hands reflexively grabbing hold of Kyoutani’s thighs bringing the Ace to a stop.

“Hmmmph..” Yahaba’s face scrunched with pent-up pleasure.

Kyoutani was so hot and so tight. The sweetness of exotic fruits filling the air and Kyoutani’s uneven breaths were almost too much for Yahaba to handle. But this wasn’t about him, this was about being a good captain and a good friend. A good heat helper.

Yahaba cleared his mind of intrusive thoughts, he would get to those later, right now he had to help the omega in heat.

“Shigeru,” Kyoutani wiggled his hips slightly trying to slip further down, trying to take more of Yahaba’s cock.

“Okay,” Yahaba replied as he loosened his grip on Kyoutani’s thighs. Choosing to delicately massage the Ace's toned muscles for a moment before he slowly rolled his hips to fully enclose his dick inside Kyoutani.

Kyoutani gasped and threw his head back, his hands coming up to hide his face. His breathing unpredictable and heavy. Replying to Yahaba’s action with soft whimpering moans.

“Okay,” Yahaba said once again. Mostly as a reassurance to himself and not a response to Kyoutani’s lewd sounds.

Yahaba rolled and rocked his hips a few more times. Pulling moans and gasps from both of them. The intense heat from this omega in heat was unlike anything Yahaba could remember.

“Fuck,” Yahaba bit his lip as he could already, regrettably, feel himself getting closer to the edge. “You feel so good.”

Yahaba’s dick slid in and out of his teammates' ass with ease from all the hot slick. But the tightness and warmth were also no joke, the resistance from the pressure coxed more and more pleasure from both of them. Moans and gasps and the slight creaking and ruffling of the nest were the only sounds in the room. Yahaba thrust his body into Kyoutani gently rocking together, more skin on skin burning at the touch around their thighs and Yahaba's gripping hands on Kyoutani’s torso was more intimate than any of Yahaba’s prior experiences. There was something different about this teammate in particular.

It could have been their prior rivalry. Yahaba got along with everyone so when Kyoutani rejoined their second year, he felt challenged for the first time. He liked it. He liked him more and more. Wanted him. Just like this. More and more. The intense pleasure building up within him ready to cascade out at any moment with each precision thrust.

But he couldn’t let it end there. He continued to thrust slowly with a little bit of added force at each go. His hands traveled up Kyoutani’s waist, one stopping at his hip and the other reaching towards Kyoutani’s chest to slowly swirl around his nipple.

Yahaba had to close his eyes. The sounds and smells alone were intoxicating. The sight of his teammate coming undone below him was far beyond too much. With a few more thrusts his pace continuing to quicken Yahaba could feel Kyoutani getting tighter and tighter around his cock.

“Shigeru!” Kyoutani gasped as he clenched down even more.

“Fuck, Kentarou!” Yahaba couldn’t hold it in anymore either. He then grabbed on to hips losing the rhythmic pattern he had to desperately fuck into his teammate.

He could feel Kyoutani orgasm while he was inside of him. Streaks of white cum raced out of Kyoutani‘s dick and splattered onto his abdomen and lower chest. The almost nonexistent sounds of the splattering combined with Kyoutani‘s excessively deep moaning pulled an orgasm from Yahaba as well and he filled the condom that separated them with his cum.

Panting heavily, Yahaba tried to catch his breath. He wasn’t an alpha, so coming twice in a row with little recovery time, was hard for him to do when he himself wasn’t in heat. He slowly pulled his overspent cock out of Kyoutani’s ass which was red from the gentle pounding it just took. Kyoutani whimpered at the loss.

Yahaba looked up at him as he took the condom off, tying it in a knot. Kyoutani still looked not quite satisfied. Like he was thirsty for more that Yahaba couldn’t fulfill. Yahaba broke eye contact first. Look back down at the mess below him. At the tiny little knot of his cum filled condom.

He didn’t have what Kyoutani really wanted. Needed.

Kyoutani would never truly want him. Need him.

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“Kiss me,” Kyoutani’s request broke the spell that had Yahaba's eyes locked down at the mess between them.

Yahaba had never received a request like that before and even though the two of them had kissed plenty of times by now since the beginning of this heat, he was still very new to the sensation. None of his other heat mates had ever kissed him. Not a ‘real’ kiss at least. It just wasn’t something that you do. At least, it wasn’t something Yahaba did. Thinking about it now, he’s never really questioned it. Skin-to-skin is fine, kisses on shoulders, neck, and back are okay. Licks and nibbles here or there too, but never a romantic gesture, like a kiss.

He had also never seen this side of his teammate before. Kyoutani was needy and so incredibly sexy. An absolute mess, glistening in sweat like he has been on the court for three whole sets. But that wasn’t what happened. His heat and Yahaba’s help lead Kyoutani to look like a fertility goddess. Yahaba's heart swooned at the sight. He never wants to forget this image.

Feelings aside, as great as they were, he inclined and leaned down towards the Ace, their stomachs rubbing together, sticky with cum as Yahaba kissed him deeply. Kyoutani’s hands found their way to Yahaba’s sweat-soaked hair which clung to the setter's face. The kiss was weakened as Kyoutani’s exhaustion crept in again.

“Let me clean you up,” Yahaba slowly pulled away to Kyoutani’s weak protest.

After quickly discarding the condom, Yahaba returned to the bed with a warm wet rag and an ultra-fluffy towel, one of his personal favorites.

“Do you feel better now?” Kyoutani lazily asked. Limbs sprawled out atop pillows and fluffy bedding. He looked at home in the nest they made together. Kyoutani also looked like he finally accepted this exchange of help that was happening and finally gave in to the desires of the heat. Proof existed in his lazy, low-lidded honey eyes.

“I should be asking you that,” Yahaba gingerly wiped down Kyoutani’s soiled skin. The cloth had cooled off quickly and was no longer warm, so small chill bumps rose from Kyoutani’s skin with every swipe. Lastly, Yahaba patted and rub his heat mate down with his favorite puffy towel causing the both of them to smile.

For a moment they locked eyes, both omegas had questions in their minds. But neither found the time sufficient enough to ask.

“Do you feel better now?” Yahaba pressed his body down, using his weight to swaddle his teammate in warmth and fluffiness. He could still feel the omegas heat radiating through the towel in only a few moments of contact. Of course, he wouldn't be feeling great. But maybe, at least a little better.

“Perfect,” Kyoutani answered, although his tone sounded like he was responding to something else.

Yahaba rested his head on the Ace's chest. He was listening to his breathing and slowing heartbeat. They stayed like that for a moment, Kyoutani’s arms wrapped around Yahaba, who for the first time since arriving, had a chance to be held. How much he wanted him when he was in heat a few months prior. How much this alone would have eased his own pain.

“I’m sorry, I can’t make it completely go away.”

Purring. Kyoutani’s purring, Yahaba’s new favorite song, was all the reply he got from the sleeping omega.

After dozing off for about an hour, Yahaba withdrew from the nest. The earliest specks of morning light started to peak through the window. He had basically been up all night caring for his the omega. Collectively, he may have slept about two hours? But that was to be expected. He was also exhausted, he wasn’t an alpha, after all, and he didn’t have the natural stamina or biological drive for this.

He should have laid back down and curled up next to Kyoutani. Spooning him was easily his new favorite sleep position and he didn’t know how many opportunities he would have.

But he also knew how little Kyoutani had eaten in the past two or so days. He had to fix that.

He made a simple breakfast again, some eggs, calorie-rich toast, and orange juice. Yahaba wanted to add more but he also had the feeling Kyoutani wouldn’t eat much and he didn’t want to waste food.

He also fixed himself a cup of coffee which was ready just in time for Kyoutani to walk into the kitchen, sleep still apparent in his eyes and the sweat glistening on his skin. Neither said anything to the other and they didn’t have to. Yahaba grabbed the coffee, taking a quick sip as he placed the food in front of Kyoutani, who started to pick at it delicately. After a few bird-like nibbles, Kyoutani finally seems to fully wake up.

Yahaba, having known his teammate for so long and befriending him so closely could tell that the other had something on his mind and was embarrassed to say it. Yahaba could only guess it had to do with their recent and very new physical exchanges.

“Why don’t you take another shower?” Yahaba offered. Instinctively he reached his hand across the bar where Kyoutani was sitting to place the back of his hand on his forehead to feel his temperature.

Both Omegas stilled at the, not foreign, but still new feelings of touch.

“I don’t know if I can stand up for that long,” Kyoutani finally replied after the awkward silence.

Yahaba, suddenly filled with boldness responded, “want me to help you?”

After stripping down into nothing, Yahaba helped Kyoutani into the shower. The water was slightly cooler than room temperature to help cool the omega down.

The water bounced off Kyoutani’s smooth skin mimicking gemstones. Yahaba found the skin itself to be much more beautiful.

Yahaba helped Kyoutani lightly clean himself. He ran his calloused setter hands over Kyoutani’s body with a decent amount of soapy suds.

Kyoutani’s body was hot but the coolness of the water helped. However, Yahaba was far more interested in the toned tightness of the muscles. The way Kyoutani would move into Yahaba’s touch. And then eventually the sounds that escaped the omegas lips.

“It’s still,” Kyoutani panted, “so hot.”

He was right. After a few minutes of cleaning the Ace off, he should have cooled down much more by now. But his temperature seemed to only be increasing again.

“I don’t know if I can,” Kyoutani swallowed loud enough to be heard over the spray of the water, “I can’t keep up anymore.”

Yahaba was at first confused at Kyoutani’s choice of words. But then he quickly understood. Whenever Yahaba reached the peak of his heat, the part that was the most intense and near the end of it, he practically lost his damn mind. Humping pillows, moaning names, cumming again and again with fingers or even toys. This is where Kyoutani was. Or about to be.

Yahaba looked into his best friend's eyes through the mist of the shower's water, just in time to see them truly gloss over.

Kyoutani’s dick bounced at the intense eye contact. This time Yahaba was the one to swallow too loud.

He was committed to this now. Ready to help his friend the best he could in any way possible. He rinsed off all the remaking soap from Kyoutani’s hot body and then slowly knelt in front of the Ace with the water spraying at his back.

The moment Yahaba’s lips make contact with Kyoutani’s dick, the Ace moaned in pleasure and perhaps irritation. The contact was so minimal, and so much more was needed.

Yahaba sucked on Kyoutani’s cock, specifically the head. He swirled his tongue over the ridges and nerves. Remember the parts of his dick that felt the best to touch. Kyoutani was triebling above him. A hot and panting mess. Yahaba looked up to see his eyes watering, and not from the spray of the shower. He was encouraged by that look to take more of Kyoutani in his mouth. He filled himself with Kyoutani’s cock. Wishing one day he could fill himself with the cock in other ways.

Yahaba brought his hands up, one to cup Kyoutani’s balls and the other to slip inside his plump-toned ass. Slick oozed between Yahaba’s two fingers which easily slipped inside. The twitching of both Kyoutani's dick in Yahaba’s mouth and his entrance around his fingers made Yahaba moan with anticipation.

The moan must have vibrated more than Yahaba realized as Kyoutani came for the second time into Yahaba’s mouth. This time with no warning.

“Your hands are so beautiful,” Kyoutani could barely articulate the words. The heat was emitting from Kyoutani’s skin every place Yahaba touched.

“You can't see them,” Yahaba remarked after swallowing Kyoutani’s release.

“I can feel them,” Kyoutani moaned and clenched around the setter's fingers, “even better.”

Kyoutani’s words were slightly slurred and forced out between panting breaths.

With his fingers still inside Kyoutani’s leaking ass, Yahaba came up with an idea.

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After leading the stumbling and weak-kneed omega out of the shower, and drying him thoroughly, Yahaba guided him back to their nest. The smells of last night's mating adventuring dominated the bedroom.

His idea of how he might be able to please his heat partner made him nervous. But the smells and Kyoutani’s excessive touching helped with his confidence.

Kyoutani wasn’t normally this touchy. It was nice to see the Ace in a new light. Literally, the late morning sun peeked through the window spotlighting their nest. The messy blankets and pillows invited them in.

They started with cuddling, nestling at each other's necks. Their still naked bodies, from the shower, pressed against each other. Nothing was hidden anymore. The warmth, the skin on skin, and basking in the sun had both of the omegas happily purring harmoniously.

Yahaba wished it could last forever.

However, Kyoutani’s small whimper broke their rhythmic purring. It was time to try to satisfy the omega.

After a deep breath, Yahaba asked, “I have an idea that I think might work. I’ve never tried it before, but if you’re okay with it, do you want to try?”

The too-far-gone in his heat omega nodded desperately in agreement.

“Okay,” Yahaba sat up and used his hands to guide Kyoutani into the position he needed. “I need you on your knees, facing away from me.”

Kyoutani whined at the idea of not being able to see Yahaba’s face. But Yahaba was somewhat certain his idea would work and that he would be thanked later.

After getting Kyoutani in position, Yahaba reached for another condom only to have Kyoutani’s hand reach out and stop him.

“Please,” Kyoutani begged him not to as he pulled Yahaba’s hand to his mouth to greedily suck on his fingers. The fingers he complimented so much.

Yahaba was shocked at the behavior. Although he understood. He has thought of and done filthy things to himself during his last heat and wished Kyoutani was there.

Kyoutani arched his back, presenting himself as he buried his face and shoulders into pillows.

“Okay,” Yahaba blurted out at the sight. He thought he might regret the decision later, but decided he would take any yelling or anger sober Kyoutani would throw at him for not using a condom.

Yahaba pulled his hand away from Kyoutani’s mouth, which only lead to the omega no longer muffling his moans. Back behind Kyoutani’s presented position, Yahaba had a full view of the most beautiful sight ever. His teammates perfectly arched back, sun-kissed shoulders around his favorite pillows, and a delicious ass leaking sweet-scented slick. He needed to give it a taste first.

Yahaba licked at Kyoutani’s entrance tentatively, he had never tried this before either, and thankfully Kyoutani's loud and sudden moan indicated he enjoyed it too. Yahaba slowly pushed his tongue into Kyoutani's hole, his hands gripping the Ace’s plump ass. Yahaba greatly enjoyed this new flavor, his own erection was getting hard to ignore.

As if Kyoutani read Yahaba’s mind, he arched his back even further, enticingly and inviting his heat helper in. Yahaba withdrew his face from Kyoutani’s ass, wiped the slick from this mouth with the back of his hand, and positioned himself to enter the omega.

“Okay,” Yahaba smoothed over the small of Kyoutani’s back, admiring the dimples up close, “I’m going to start now.”

Kyoutani moaned loudly with anticipation.

This time when Yahaba entered Kyoutani, something felt different. It was just as hot but much more intense. The pleasure Yahaba felt was multiplied by Kyoutani's sounds, the blush all over his skin, and the sunlight illuminating his best friend so he could properly see him this time. Yahaba groaned as he slide himself in as far as he could go.

Yahaba took a moment to catch his breath, he didn't realize he had been breathing so heavily and he knew without looking is face was bright red. Kyoutani started to twitch around his dick, so after a moment's pause, he started to move.

He rocked his hips in slow motion at first, Kyoutani was squirming under him, gasping at the slighted movements, his hands gripping the sheets. Yahaba was encouraged to move faster and with more precision. He worked at Kyoutani's sweet spot which caused Kyoutani to tighten even more like he was begging for something.

“I’m trying Ken- ahh,” Yahaba felt so good inside his best friend, each motion more pleasurable than the last. The heat in his own stomach threatened to burst out.

“More,” Kyoutani panted, he turned his face to look at the setter, “Shigeru.”

The sound of his name alone was enough to bring this to an end. But Yahaba had to try giving Kyoutani what he needed to finally cool the heat.

“Ken, gods you feel so good! Fuck!” Yahaba was close, this was the time.

Not knowing if it would actually work, Yahaba slipped his fingers in slightly past the tight ring of muscle that sucked down on cock. He circled around his dick as best he could, in a feeble attempt at a pseudoknot.

Kyoutani screamed in response, not in pain, but with sounds of pleasure. After a few more pumps with his fingers around his dick inside Kyoutani, Yahaba came with so much force, his viscose white fluids spilled out sliding past his makeshift knot.

It was a real knot after all, not in the slightest, but Kyoutani's reactions could have fooled anyone.

Kyoutani’s body twisted, he moaned loud and raspy, and his orgasm ruptured through him. His whole body shook as thick white lines splattered on the bed sheets beneath him.

Kyoutani was murmuring something as his body continued to shake. Yahaba, careful to not removed his fingers, because no omega would want that feeling to be suddenly ripped away, leaned over to hear. Be peppered kissing along Kyoutani’s back as he got closer to his face.

“My Alp…”

Kyoutani must have slept for the entire day. When he finally woke up it was dark out and instead of intense heat in his stomach, the pain of hunger had replaced it. I’ts over he thought to himself, his shitty heat cycle was finally over. Although, this time, it wasn't shitty at all.

He realized he was not alone in his bed. Or nest rather, Yahaba's scent was all around and his pillows were in disarray. Kyoutani’s heart smiled, he wanted to wake up next to Yahaba forever. He couldn't remember much before he fell asleep. He remembered them taking a shower together and the activities that took place in the bathroom. He vaguely remembered going into the bedroom to dry off. And then after that, all he could remember was a profound pleasure beyond anything he’s ever felt before, his body finally sated, and then yearning.

His body ached and he struggled to roll over slowly. Not wanting to wake Yahaba who was undoubtedly exhausted from all his ‘help.’ He carefully moved Yahaba’s arm, which was wrapped around Kyoutani’s torso, and faced the setter.

It was hard to see in the low light, it was probably midnight or close to it, but the limited light from the city streets that peaked through the window glistened off of Yahaba’s tear-stricken cheeks, his eyes puffy and red, and his face scrunched up as if he was having a nightmare.

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Something about being back home in his room and alone didn't feel right.

Yahaba helped Kyoutani clean up his sister's apartment before he left, after all the signs of an ending heat were obvious. Although, neither of them wanted it to end. Not the heat, but the togetherness. Kyoutani felt empty. Like something was missing. All traces of the last three days were scrubbed clean, blankets and pillows removed, sent blockers laid out and windows opened for a circulating breeze. It was necessary considering it was only a temporary space offered by Kyoutani’s sister.

But now, he was excepted to go back to his normal life, back to his actual home, to a lonely bed. Without Yahaba.

And go back to school.

After the winter break had ended, which Kyoutani avoided contact with Yahaba during the remainder of it out of sheer awkwardness, he went back to school as a bundle of anxiety.

The first day back was beyond embarrassing. He couldn't bring himself to look Yahaba in the eyes at lunchtime. And the volleyball club practice was even worse. His captain's sweat stunk up the gym much to Kyoutani's delight and dismay. However, he did enjoy hitting a few spikes. Before long they were back to their normal selves. Setter and Ace, a marvel to all the younger players on the team.

And then they were in the locker room.

There was no evidence left on Kyoutani’s body that they were together, thankfully and unfortunately. But the images kept flashing in his mind, reminding him of how out of it he was. How needy this in-heat version of himself was. How hot it all felt. How good-

“You okay?” Kunimi asked, still with a dull tone.

Kyoutani was apparently so red in the face, the only one on their team who actually kept to himself had to ask.

“Fine,” Kyoutani slammed his locker shut, a little too hard, and left not a second after changing back into his uniform.

The faintest scent of blueberries was enough to piss Kyoutani off. And for no reason, he knew that. He didn't own Yahaba. He had no right to be so jealous.

But the other omegas are pretty.

The intrusive thought interrupted his mind and caused his walking to halt. Kyoutani was the first omega Yahaba shared a heat with who wasn't pretty.

“Hey.”

Too caught up in his self-depreciation, Kyoutani didn't notice Yahaba walk up. They were already off school property and a quarter of the way home.

“Can I walk with you?” Yahaba asked with hesitation in his voice but hope in his eyes.

Kyoutani didn't answer, he just turned and kept walking.

They continued home in awkward silence. When they reached the intersection they normally parted at, Yahaba spoke up once again.

“Kyoutani,” his voice cracked, “You’ve been a little off today. I think I know why. And I think we should talk about it.”

Kyoutani didn't want to even think about it. It meant nothing. It was just normal heat helping. Just like he did with Kunimi. Just like with fucking Shirabu. And even Oikawa!

He didn't want Yahaba to tell him this is ‘normal’ and that omegas do this all the time. He didn't want to just awkwardly wait around until the next omega came along and Yahaba offered to help them out also. He didn't want to know that Yahaba would be unavailable to help him next time. Or who would help Yahaba during his next. Or even worse, if they did help each other again! It would still mean nothing, feel amazing, and then be back to being alone again pretending to just be ‘normal’ friends.

He didn't want Yahaba to tell him that they shouldn't feel awkward because it meant nothing. He wanted it to be awkward because it does mean something. It means so much to Kyoutani.

“Don't wanna,” He grumbled and walked off.

Kyoutani decided to spend all his physical energy on making it to spring nationals and all of his mental energy on his studies, at least just enough to keep his family and teachers off his back.

During lunchtime, he still sat with the same group. Watari kept Yahaba occupied, though Yahaba had been looking tired more often over the past few weeks and his gaze was frequently dulled or dark. Kyoutani pretending not to notice since their awkwardness never went away. If anything it only got worse.

“Just don't get sick this time,” Kunimi joked at Kindaichi, his voice unusually airy and soft.

“I don't want that to happen either,” Kyoutani looked up in time to see Kindiachi blush with his response, “I was really upset I couldn't spend that heat with you.”

“Eww, not at lunch,” Watari cut in, looking over toward the other three.

Yahaba looked too, and for the first time in what felt like forever, made eye contact with Kyoutani.

Kyoutani scrunched up his face out of reflex from hearing about Kunimi's heat, particularly his last one which was a long time ago, however, it still hurt Kyoutani to think about who he spent it with.

Yahaba swiftly got up from where he sat, collected all his things, and walked away without saying a word. Before breaking the eye contact, Kyoutani could have sworn he saw moisture collecting in Yahaba’s eyes.

“Alright,” Watari exclaimed as soon as Yahaba was out of earshot, “What the fuck happen Kyoutani!”

Kyoutani was stunned at the sudden outburst.

“What?” he finally stammered out.

“Captin’s been acting weird since the winter break,” Kindiachi replied.

“So,” Watari was still being loud with obvious anger and pointed an accusing finger in his direction. “What the hell did you do?”

“I didn't do anything!” Kyoutani returned with volume to match Watari’s negative energy.

“Oh, so what should you have done?” Watari was pissed and that didn’t happen often.

“What do you mean?”

“Yahaba’s been one of my best friends since middle school, he tells me everything. But when it comes to you? At least since winter break, fucking nothing.” Watari moved his hand over his neck in a motion that symbolized decapitation. “He didnt shut up about you before!”

“You’ve been acting weird too,” Kindiachi added, “You normally hog Yahaba’s sets all to yourself at practice, but lately, well, you've actually been letting other people play.”

“I thought maybe you finally learned to be a team player,” Kunimi commented.

“Can you just talk to him?” Watari’s voice was now a reasonable volume, “This has to be some kind of stupid manga level misunderstanding right?”

Kyoutani stared at him with wide eyes, how could he have not understood? It was just helping, nothing more.

“You two are friends, at least try to be.” Watari sounded done with the conversation and went back to eating his hard-boiled eggs.

After school ended, Kyoutani walked to the gym with his head spinning. He didn’t want to hear Yahaba’s repeated explanation of how omegas were with each other. But one thing that stuck in his mind that Watari said was, ‘you two are friends’ and that was definitely something he missed.

Even if it meant never admitting his feelings or saying them out loud. He just wanted to stay Yahaba’s friend.

“He’s not here,” Kunimi’s sharp voice cut through to Kyoutani’s attention. “He left club practice, said he wasn't feeling good.” Kunimi pointed in the direction towards home.

As if on instinct, the idea of a sick his omega, Kyoutani turned in the same direction. Not caring about what the coaches would say.

“And just so you know,” Kunimi cut in again, “he wished he was with you instead of me.”

“How-”

“I could tell,” Kunimi looked away, and then murmured almost inaudibly, “we all can.”

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He hates me.

He hates me. He hates me. He hates me.

Yahaba was on the verge of tears.

Of course, Kyoutani was mad. Of course, he wouldn't forgive him.

Yahaba took away some of the sacred firsts he was supposed to have with his future Alpha. His first real kisses. Mating without a condom. knotting. Even though it was fake as fuck, it still brought Kyoutani to say those words.

‘My Alpha’ Played over and over in Yahaba’s head at night. He was a fake and a poster and didn’t deserve to be so close to an amazing and drop-dead gorgeous omega like Kyoutani.

Even at just the mention of the word ‘heat’ and Kyoutani would give him a death stare. Kyoutani wouldn’t even get undressed in the locker room around him anymore.

“FUUUUUUUCK!!” Yahaba screamed at the sky just as he stepped off school grounds.

“H-hey,” a familiar and terrifying voice greeted from behind him.

Yahaba spun around, his face flashed bright red with color out of embarrassment from his sudden outcry.

Yahaba didn’t know what to say. Why is he here Kyoutani hadn't missed practice once since the start of third year.

“I heard you were sick,” Kyoutani rubbed at the back of his head, “And, well uh, fuck practice I guess.”

But why me? Yahaba was still frozen, his mind out of control with anxiety.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Kyoutani wasn't even looking at him, “I guess I, um. Can I walk with you?”

Yahaba still didn’t know what to say, and his face stayed red. As if on autopilot, he turned back around and continued to walk home.

They walked home in silence which was more than awkward, it felt deadly. Only their footsteps clicking on the pavement and the occasional car engine or afternoon birds made any sounds.

When they reach their intersection, no one said a word. They both stopped and stared into each other's eyes. Both refused to break, full of emotions neither knew how to get out. And then both continued walking in the same direction.

Once at Yahaba’s family apartment, Kyoutani crossed the threshold and stepped into Yahaba’s home as he had done plenty of times in the past. No one else way home, which for a family of four, happened more often than one would think.

The pair kicked off their shoes and made their way to Yahaba’s room like it was any normal afternoon after school, before winter break at least. Yahaba stood silently in the middle of his room and Kyoutani closed the door behind him.

There was a long pause, only the sounds of breathing could be heard in the room. And then there was sniffling.

“I'm sorry,” Yahaba hugged his shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep himself together. But once his tears started, they cascaded.

“What?”

Yahaba turned to face his best friend, “I’m sorry I took them from you.”

Kyoutani’s face wrinkled at the apology, “what are you talking about?”

“Kisses! And,” Yahaba franticly wiped at his tears with the sleeves of his uniform, “and all your other firsts, the things you should be doing with your mate.”

“I don't have one of those,” Kyoutani sounded angry.

“But you will!” Yahaba took a step closer and waved his hands as he exclaimed, “you’re goddamn amazing, and beautiful, and an omega! All those things I did! I was supposed to help you not take from you! I took advantage of you! Your first real kisses, not using a condom, and that stupid fake knot idea! I was so selfish, I just want you all for myself! I don’t want to see you with some burly pheromone high Alpha! I want you to be with me!”

Yahaba word vomits when he’s upset. Sometimes he actually vomits and he was getting pretty close to that too.

“I’m sorry, I just,” Yahaba hid his face in his hands, “I don't deserve... I'm just really sorry.”

Kyoutani stepped in closer, just inches away. His sweet scent was sour with pain. Or it may have been Yahaba’s, he couldn't really tell with his sinus runny from all the tears and snot.

Then Kyoutani wrapped his arms around the setter, rubbed his face into his bright brown hair, and slowly started to purr.

“I don't want one of those,” Kyoutani’s voice broke, “and I won't have one of them. Unless it's you.”

Yahaba cried into his crush's arms.

After several minutes passed, Yahaba was finally able to calm down. Kyoutani convinced him to sit down on his futon and wrapped him in a blanket. As a profound nester, Kyoutani assumed it was the quickest method to soothe the omega in distress. It may have helped that it was the same blanket they slept under together over the winter break.

“I want those things,” Kyoutani sat behind Yahaba, his arms caged around him over the blanket, his hands rudding gentle strokes up and down the taller omegas arms. “I wanted my firsts to be with you.”

“I think that was just your heat talking,” Yahaba's voice was still a little shaky, but he was done crying.

“I’m talking about it now,” Kyoutani rested his chin on Yahaba's shoulder, his mouth next to the setter's ear. “I don't want an Alpha. I just want you.”

“But you said,” Yahaba swallowed, “you called out for one.”

“I called out for you,” Kyoutani tighten his arms around Yahaba's balled-up body, “Your cock is much more satisfying.”

“You don't know that!” Yahaba blushed, he didnt expect Kyoutani to bring anything like that up at a time like this.

“I do,” Kyoutani looked into Yahaba’s eyes, his emotions now very clear, he wanted Yahaba too. “So during your next heat, let me prove to you how good it feels.”

If Yahaba could blush even more, he did.

“S-sure,” he finally replied.

“And then you do it again to me during mine, and then I again for you for yours. And so on.”

Yahaba wanted to know how long they would agree to that exchange. What did that offer mean for them? So he asked what he hoped would be the answer.

“For always?”

Kyoutani brought up Yahaba’s hand and kissed his thumb.

“You said kissing is what lovers do.”

“Yeah.”

“Can I kiss you?”

They lost spring finals, or quarter-finals, whatever it was it didn’t matter to Yahaba anymore. Nationals was out of the picture.

Yahaba laughed on the bus ride home.

“What's so funny?” Kyoutani was still pissed.

“Yahaba lifted his head up off of Kyoutani’s shoulder, picking up their hands which were interlocked at the fingers to kiss Kyoutani's thumb.

“I had a lot of fun.”

Kyoutani blushed and rolled his eyes, “Sure you did.”

“I mean it!” Yahaba gleamed and shifted in his seat to face his boyfriend, “you were amazing out there.”

“Not enoug-”

“Stop that,” Yahaba pushed a shushing finger to Kyoutani's lips, he wanted to kiss them so badly but also didn’t want the coaches to see. “You are amazing, Ken, and I hope you keep playing.”

Kyoutani didn’t have a reply. But Yahaba hadn’t removed his finger yet, so Kyoutani opted to bite at it instead.

“Ouch.”

“That didnt hurt.” Kyoutani teased.

“No,” Yahaba had a mischievous look in his eyes, “but I wish it did.”

Yahaba leaned in closer, one hand on Kyoutani's inner thigh, the other reaching up to his own neck.

“But the next time you bite me,” Yahaba moved a small piece of his beautiful brown hair out of the way to tap at his scent gland, “bite me here.”

It is not easy for two bonded omegas. The rarest of bonds, these pairs face more challenges, both biological and social, than any other gendered couple. But these two lovers will gladly face them together.

Fin.