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Pacing up and down each hall, like a predator prowling it’s territory, no, like a prey searching for a hiding place. Two fingers in his mouth, the other twitching at his side with electricity dancing around his skin. Thrumming through his veins and tracing the curves of his bones at a vibrating pace. Not bothering to remove his fingers, Denki keened in a long wailing call, emitting distress in every frequency. Though he knew he was surrounded in a fog of afraid hurt scared vulnerable help me save me help help help- he continued his frantic search of each room, as if a new area will suddenly be revealed.
“Denki?” Hitoshi open mouth panted, the overcooked honey scent in the air coating his tongue. Filling his mouth with saliva, even after swallowing he couldn’t rid it of the burnt aftertaste. He approached his mate as slowly as he could force himself with his instincts screaming at him almost as loud as Denki’s keen. (He could hardly get in deep enough breaths between his own too-fast heartbeats and the fear in the air around them) “What’s wrong, baby?” Instead of answering, the smaller omega all but threw himself at the taller. Thankfully his instincts reeled back his electricity enough to not harm his mate.
Denki clung to Hitoshi as hard as he could with his other hand still occupying his mouth. One hand running up and down his spine, feeling the electricity burning just beneath the cold skin, the other smoothing down his static-fluffed hair. “I’m here,” he purred, pumping out a scent no doubt enticing him to calm down you’re safe now you’re not alone.
Reaching his head down, Toshi mouthed around Denki’s velvet sleep collar. Kissing and licking the warm skin soothing to both himself and the baby of the pack. Getting tongue-fulls of sugary sweetness just beneath the overarching bitter anxiety to his scent.
Denki mumbled as coherently as he was currently capable of, “don’ leave, isn’ safe,” he couldn’t help the whimper that escaped his swollen lips, puffy from his teeth digging into them.
Hitoshi hummed in understanding, letting the sound purr through his chest in a reverberation of comfort, “a storm is coming?” Though he already knew the answer. (And the pack omega had to bite down frustrated hiss that none of their mates checked in on Denki sooner, himself included) To the nod pressed against his body, he replied, “we’ll be safe okay. Neither of us have patrol today so we can cuddle up in the nest all night, if you want.” As if Denki would ever want anything else than to make a puppy pile in the pack nest. To be in that cocoon of safety, bodies pressed together, breathing in the same hot air. To have their bare skin rubbing against each other, blanketing their entire selves in the perfect mingling of honey and lavender coffee.
Yet, a frantic shake of the head, no no no- “they can’t leave, no one can leave,” he finally raised his head, big watery eyes staring up. “Zuku, ‘n Ei, an’ Kats, and Shouto,” he ripped the fingers from his mouth, “they gotta stay here. Everyone has to stay here.” Hitoshi couldn’t help but eye the reddened fingers, smothered with saliva and bite marks. He barely refrained from kissing each and every blemish on his mate’s small hands.
Another pump of soothing scent into the air, failing to drown the once again increasing flood of putrid fear, “okay, okay,” even though it’s really not. “Why don’t we go to the nest and we’ll talk about it more, alright?” There wasn’t even that little smile Denki always makes when Hitoshi asks a question so fearlessly.
Just another gag-inducing punch to the nose of distress, “we can’t go to the pack nest, Toshi,” he said it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. And to his shaking, wobbly, self maybe it is. “I can’t find a safe place- no where’s safe.” His breath hitched as Hitoshi licked and sucked the expanse of skin his collar left uncovered. Even in the safety of their home Denki still insists to wear a sleep collar at the very least, adoring how it shows off their mating marks so prettily.
But right now the taller omega wants nothing more than to take the velvet off, and dig his teeth into the neck. Lock his jaw around the glands and force endorphins through Denki’s body. Give him that burst of calm safe happy settled that a settling bite can do so perfectly, so easily. But like this, with anxiety thrumming through the air just as increasingly as the electricity is through his veins, Denki would never consent to it. He needs to be all there right now, he won’t let himself drop into that cozy headspace as much as he needs to.
As much as Hitoshi flooded the hall with his safe soothing lavender latte, he couldn’t overpower Denki’s putrid scent without causing themselves a runny nose at the overstimulation. “We stayed in the pack nest last time there was a big storm,” he reminded as patient as ever. He willed his scent deep with protectiveness, even as he wondered where the hell the rest of their mates where. And how the fuck no one noticed Denki pacing the house like a caged animal. (But isn’t his inner omega caged right now? Trapped in the restless fear that the incoming storm will slaughter them all)
It took a second for Denki to remember, brows furrowed and eyes as glassy as ever, “no, that was different. This ones bad, we need to hide. We have to,” he stressed even with the comforting kisses and settling little nips he was receiving, “we gotta get underground, why don’t we have a basement? The US has basements why can’t we have one?” Hitoshi’s nips are never as effective as the betas or the alphas, but he still tries. Of course he does. “We need one, we need it, we have to be safe.” Hitoshi forced a deep breath, well as deep as he could bear with that burning fear still lingering in the air no matter how much he tries to cover it up.
A smile so forced if Denki was not so panicked, he would have seen through it immediately, “we’ll find somewhere small and dark okay, somewhere safe.” What they need to find is the alphas, they can settle Denki quicker than the rest of the pack combined. Hitoshi can cuddle and share skinship all day long, calming and comforting him that way. But with just one snap of the teeth over his sensitive scent glands from Izuku or Katsuki and Denki is absolutely boneless in his relaxation. And if anyone can make him feel safe enough to drop down, it’s the alphas.
“Small?” Voice timid, eyes wide with unshed tears. Those golden eyes so big Hitoshi just wants to kiss his eyelids and snuggle him close.
He hummed through another purr, wrist rubbing against Denki’s collar-covered neck, “mhm, just enough room for pack, nothing else.” He let out an internal sigh of relief when Denki cuddled back into his chest, murmuring about how much he wants that. “I know you do.” They stayed like that, Hitoshi holding Denki flush against his body. Leaning down he nuzzled and licked Denki’s neck again, as much as he could around the collar. Scenting the distress away as much as he could before they had to pull away, finding the perfect nesting spot. Though not before he gave unto the restless urge and kissed Denki’s closed eyelids until his scent sweetened even more.
Interlacing their fingers, Denki’s other hand immediately going to his mouth in a futile attempt to self-soothe. “Baby, where’s your chew,” he racked his brain to remember the last time he saw the little one’s stim necklace. All he received was a shrug as Denki led them down the hall. Setting a mental note to ask their mates for the whereabouts of the chew later, he inquired, “why don’t we nest in the bathroom again?” He forced down the wince at the memories of that sleepless night curled around each other in the bathtub. The only water filling that tub that night being their tears.
The only answer he received was, “window,” and if Hitoshi’s hand wasn’t occupied he would have face-palmed at the obvious.
Walking past the communal office, as the whole pack used it whenever convenient, he asked, “what about the closet in here?” Though they hadn’t nested in that particular closet any time recently, the pack should fit if they have time before nighttime patrol.
“Window,” the little omega frowned at him impatiently. He shifted his weight foot to foot, though if it was from the extra charge the incoming storm brought to the air, or just his restless energy, Hitoshi wasn’t sure.
Once again forcing a lungful of oxygen, refusing his scent to show his inkling of frustration, “all the rooms in the house have windows, firefly.” Even if Denki typically covers his window with his bookshelf, it’s still there. Nothing anyone in the pack can do to help those particular anxieties when he senses a storm coming. “Nothing can get you in the closet,” he kept his voice soft and soothing. “Let’s just look,” he tugged on his hand, pulling him into the shared office. He immediately placed his body between Denki and the window, seeing him tense even before his scent changed, quickly pulling them towards the walk-in closet. As soon as they entered the space, the pack baby let out a sigh of relief, scent filling with want want want .
Looking around the closet, it would be a tight fit but the whole pack could indeed pile inside. As if they ever really care for personal space within nests. Hitoshi didn’t even have to ask, he knew this was the right spot. “Let’s clear out the files,” he pointed to the piles of paper littering the floor, “then we can make a nest,” he easily took the lead, Denki following along like the good pup he is. They made quick work of gathering the offending papers, placing them in almost neat piles on the office desk. With that deed done, Hitoshi once again laced his fingers with Denki, leading him out into the hallway and towards the other side of their home.
Hitoshi passed by the living room, not bothering to tempt Denki with the pack nest materials. (Taking apart the pack nest was a sort of official rule neither omega wanted to mess with) With a gentle squeeze to the hand, he led the omega up to his own room, figuring they’d start with his nest. Entering the little one’s room, Hitoshi immediately spotted the chew necklace on the ground. With a sigh he placed it on the nightstand, telling himself he’ll wash it later. Denki immediately went to his nest, gathering up as many blankets as he could in his arms before turning to Hitoshi. “We needa remake it all,” he explained to the taller omega’s cringe. Even though it’s not his nest he’s watching being destroyed, it still makes his inner omega cry out at the loss.
He couldn’t help but wonder how Denki could bear disassembling it so easily.
“Help,” Denki whined as the pile in his arms began to fall into the ground. With a fond roll of the eyes, both omegas grabbed as much of the nest they could. That done, they made their way downstairs to drop off the materials in the closet before turning back and doing it all over again. (Not before exchanging a few kisses first. All soft and sweet, even as Hitoshi licks into his submissive mate’s mouth, swallowing his cute little moans) “You think they’ll like it?” Denki asked, voice small and scared. To Hitoshi’s doubtless confirmation, he smiled that big grin of his, toothy and breathtaking in every way. “They better, ‘cuz we’re gonna cuddle all night.”
Hitoshi forced his scent to stay light and soothing, “as soon as they’re done with patrol I’m sure they’ll be happy to cuddle,” he knew it was a mistake to remind the little one as soon as he said it. The hall flooded with Denki’s distress fear anger hurt fear abandoned hurt scared rejected bad no no no .
All thought of what materials they needed to gather were forgotten, or rather, ignored. “No,” Denki turned on his heel, stopping Hitoshi right in his tracks. “We already discussed this,” like the flip of a switch he went from soft to borderline hissing at his mate, “no one can leave. It’s not safe, they won’t be safe if they leave.” Hitoshi could not tell whether Denki smelled more like fear or agitation. “We’re making a safe place for everyone and they’re gonna stay there,” he decided with no room in his voice for argument. As if he’s the pack leader, or any rank higher than he is in reality. Sounding the opposite of the whining red faced omega he was just minutes earlier, pouting for another kiss, as if he ever needs to ask.
But Hitoshi was not about to let the mate at the bottom of the hierarchy to order him around like some runt, “Denki,” he pushed some dominance into both his voice and his scent, enough that normally the smaller omega would already be baring his neck, “the others have patrol and as much as you don’t want them to, they have to do their job,” his scent pumped out both in dominance and in assurance. Soothing in a way he knew should settle the agitated pup. “They’ll be back as soon as it’s over and then we’ll be together.”
The normally docile omega’s eyes turned hard, “you’re not listening to me!” He snapped his teeth, pure frustration at the higher. ( Hitoshi’s eyes widened, jaw slackened, frozen like when he was just a pup training to join the hero course ) “They’re not going and neither are you, no one's safe to leave. I’m trying to keep everyone safe , why don’t you understand?!” His voice raised with each sentence. Though his eyes were shining with tears, his clenched fists matched the anger in the air.
Denki can feel the rising electricity in the air, the lightning dancing through his veins increasing in potency. He dug his nails further into his palms.
As much as Hitoshi wondered where his mates were, knowing at least Izuku and Ejirou were home, even if he wasn’t sure the whereabouts of the other two, he couldn’t wait for someone to come help. “Yelling at me isn’t going to fix anything,” he released a hiss past his words, trying to force the other down before the argument inevitably escalates. “I don’t decide our pack’s patrol schedule and neither do you, it’s not fair to get mad at me over it,” he fought to keep his own frustration from his voice. As hurtful as it is for Denki to snap at him, it’s not right to hurt the baby back.
Hitoshi had to force himself a step back, as electricity spurred around the trembling hands of his mate, much to the distress of his inner omega. (Comfort the baby, protect the little one, show him you’ll protect him, put him in his place, settle him-) “You’re still not listening to me!” Denki accused, as if he hadn’t heard any of what his mate just said, “just because you can’t feel the storm coming doesn’t mean I don’t,” his trembling hands reached up. Pulling at his hair, yanking at the roots. “I know it’s gonna be bad, so so bad and I’m trying to make sure everyone stays safe,” his breath was ragged in his desperation.
Even as he surely plucked strands from his scalp, he tightened his fists. The hair not being abused now standing with the static he emanated.
Hitoshi’s instincts screamed at him to hold the little one, give him a nip, and never let him go. To untangle the hair from his fists and rub the pain away from his head. To kiss the fear out of his scent. But he can’t, not when Denki’s losing control. His mate would never forgive himself if he shocked any of his lovers, even at the lowest voltage. “I know you are, and that’s so good of you to want to protect everyone, but they can protect themselves too you know.” One again he said the wrong thing. And maybe Hitoshi hates himself a little more for it.
“That’s bullshit,” he took advantage of Hitoshi’s momentary shock even with his trembling voice, “no one says that when I’m short circuited or you have a migraine or Izuku is hurt or, whatever,” he flapped his hands around, little bursts of electricity shooting out as he finally let go of his poor yellow locks. Thankfully nothing came close to shocking Hitoshi, but he still kept his distance. ( His inner omega screamed and keened at the separation ) “ You know what I mean, the rest of the pack doesn’t say we can protect ourselves unless it’s me that wants to do the protecting,” he stepped closer to his mate, eyes wide and watery. “Suddenly it’s not a two way relationship when I wanna protect anyone, suddenly I’m the fucking useless one because why should I be able to keep anyone safe?” Tears poured down his face, as he choked on his breath, trying and failing to keep his voice even. Cracking in every way.
“That’s not what I meant-” the taller omega risked a step forward, not being able to hold his instincts back any longer.
The blonde didn’t bother to wipe at his tears, “Just because I’m the bottom of the pack doesn’t mean I can’t protect you guys too,” his voice was wobbly around his sobs, yet full of so much more anger than Hitoshi had heard in a long time. Let alone anger directed at him , his nestmate normally never so much as rolling his eyes in genuine distress.
Maybe it was the sparks coming too close to his body for comfort, for the blatant disrespect throughout the conversation, or just his emotional battery hitting empty. He knows he needs settling at this point just as much as Denki, but he can’t. He can’t, not when he needs to be strong, be reliable.“This isn’t about your abilities, it’s that we can’t just skip patrol whenever you’re scared,” He snapped, with a click of his teeth. He didn’t have time to regret, to apologize, to hate himself for being so cruel to his baby.
“Oh fuck off, Izuku and Katsuki run the agency they can do whatever they want.” If Hitoshi couldn’t smell the underlying honey sweetness beneath all that burning burning burnt in the air, he would have sworn this was an imposter. The Denki he knows would never talk to them like this. The Denki who cries at every movie, who bares his neck even when a growl isn’t directed at him, who is just so pliant and submissive and good . How is this the same Denki?
This has to stop here and now. This goes beyond needing a nip, he needs to be completely reset and shown his place. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he hissed low in his throat, demanding submission in every octave. His scent swelled in the air, overtaking Denki’s own and forcing him down. This isn’t like their play fights, he can’t just let Denki pin him down and nip at his neck. He can’t just roll over and show his belly.
Though Denki’s eyes grew foggy, he fought through the urge screaming at him to bare his neck, “you’d listen to the others if they said we need to stay home.” The little one refused to give in, even as he snuffled, button nose starting to get runny. “The alphas, the betas, hell they’d even listen to you if you told them. But because it’s me, the baby ,” he spat the word, even as he winced at his own statement. Like it hurt him too. “no one has to listen to me-” he cut himself off with a sob, a heart shattering sort of sound. His resolve cracking, his need to be settled down howling at him.
Through his cries, he begged, “What do I have to do to get you to listen to me?” The anger was gone, just heartbreak and so so much need. “Just because I’m the lowest doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about,” he knuckled at his eyes, pressing too hard. “I can feel the storm coming! And it fucking hurts-” his voice cracked in time with Hitoshi’s heart. “The extra electricity running through my veins is just trying to attract a lightning bolt.”
Hitoshi couldn’t help it, ignoring the dangers he reached forward and pulled the baby omega into his arms, tucking his head under his chin. Denki took in a shaky breath, getting the rich coffee smell straight from the source, “I’m fucking scared,” and he’s never sounded so small. “because I’m a stupid lightning rod. If I go outside I could get struck, and if you guys are near me you could get killed,” a whine pushed its way past his words. “I can’t go out there and protect you guys but if you’re here in the nest then I can, then I can keep everyone safe.”
Looking up, breathing through his mouth, he steeled his voice, “don’t you dare say it’s not my job because I’m the baby,” he pulled back and Hitoshi immediately felt ten degrees colder. “Normally I love being the little one. But why can’t I also be an equal member of this pack?” The frustration found its way back into his tone, his scent beginning to compete with the other omega’s again.
Before Hitoshi could formulate a response, Izuku’s voice called out into the house, “Denki baby?” And the omega would not be surprised if the pack leader could just sense their distress, knowing he was needed. For both of them.
“Alpha,” the little one breathed out, a whine already on the tip of his tongue. His eyes focused back in on Hitoshi, mind clearing as he came back to himself. Apologies tumbled out of his pouty lips just as quickly as he fell into his mate’s arms. Head lowered, neck vulnerable, he brought himself under Hitoshi’s chin. Submissive and small and normal again, “I’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘Toshi,” he spluttered as he cried again, voice wet and wobbly.
Izuku’s voice rang out again, louder as he came closer. Hitoshi fought the urge to keen, calling his pack alpha closer, knowing he needs to comfort Denki first. He needs to be strong, no matter how much he wants his mate to curl around him and kiss him until the air is light again. Even with the thick level of pheromones around them, both omegas could smell their alpha as he approached. The second it hit his runny little nose, Denki keened again. Even with the little one in his embrace, Hitoshi held him tighter at the sound, his own throat forming a responding whine instinctively.
With a flash of green lightning, Izuku pulled both mates into his arms before they could even take another breath. With their pack alpha so close, Hitoshi felt his resolve sag. His desperate need making itself known in his scent, both his body and mind too drained to keep masking his own stress. “Alpha’s here,” Izuku murmured into Hitoshi’s hair before nuzzling Denki too. His scent already overpowering both of the bitter burnt notes covering their sweetness. Though, now Hitoshi could smell Eijirou on Izuku. And the subtle undertone of overripeness to his fresh cherry scent.
“Ei?” Hitoshi forced the word past his thick tongue.
Izuku, always the attentive leader, “he’s okay, back from patrol. He just needed some time, he’s okay,” he assured. And of course their pack head was taking care of the beta. There’s no other reason he wouldn’t have checked on Denki sooner, if he wasn’t already helping a distressed mate. “Why don’t we go to the nest, babies?” And if Hitoshi wasn’t already on the verge of tears, the immediate sourness to Denki’s scent would have been the dropping point.
“Ruined it,” Denki whimpered around where he was already latched into Izuku’s neck, desperately trying to self-soothe. And even with his own teary eyes, Hitoshi could not help but refute that claim, wordlessly as that might be. With a nip to Denki’s collarbone, he licked into the hollow of his neck. Flattening his tongue over the little sting-point.
Izuku rumbled in approval of Hitoshi’s attentiveness, bringing a hand up to grasp the back of the baby omega’s neck. Scruffing the pup. And god the sound that slipped past Denki’s lips got a whimper out of the other omega himself. “You didn’t ruin anything,” his voice deepened on the verge of a command. Leaving no room for argument from either of them, though both of them were already getting into that cozy headspace. Maybe he smelled the pack scents from the new nest with that sensitive nose of his, or maybe he really just knows everything because next Izuku asked, “did you nest in the office?”
Hitoshi nodded when Denki was too slack-jawed to respond, pretty little head still reeling from the hand around the back of his throat so snuggly. With a beautiful use of One For All, Izuku pulled both Omegas up into his arms, one settled on each hip. And if Hitoshi took the opportunity to suckle at his alpha’s exposed scent glands, who could blame him?
With more grace than he has any right to have, he carried both his little ones into the office, ensuring Denki was on his hip further from the window. Effortlessly he brought them into the closet, shutting the door behind him and gingerly lowering himself outside the border of the nest. “Here you go, loves,” his voice was filled with so much warmth it caused a ricochet of tingles down both omegas spines. “Can I enter your nest?” He never fails to ask.
Neither moved a single muscle to enter their hideaway. “Not finished,” Hitoshi mumbled when it was clear Denki was too busy tugging his teeth at Izuku’s ear lobe to explain themselves.
Their alpha merely hummed, coming up with a solution faster than Hitoshi’s stress fatigued mind could comprehend, “why don’t I text Ei to bring some more nesting materials, babies?” When he says it, with that alphan deep voice of his, it sounds so simple. So doable. And Hitoshi can’t help but nuzzle into his neck, nosing his glands, open mouth breathing in his scent. With practiced perfection, Izuku settled Denki on his lap, Hitoshi wrapped under one arm, while his now free hand texted their beta. If Hitoshi didn’t know Eijirou as well as he did, didn’t know how intensely those beta instincts of care protect help love are, he would have worried about bothering him.
With the lull of deep rumbles vibrating against both omegas, they lied pliant and soft waiting for Eijirou. The beta showed up surprisingly fast, even for a pro hero, arms overflowing with blankets and clothes and stuffed animals and oh is that the velvet pillow? How could neither Denki nor Hitoshi remember to grab it earlier? Eijirou is such a good beta, remembering their favorite nesting materials so perfectly. He’s so sweet and Hitoshi can’t help but reach a grabby hand to him, both an invitation to the partial nest and a request for cuddles. As if their mate would ever withhold affection.
Placing the duvets and plushies and garments on the ground, careful not to step on them, he scooped the omega into his arms. Though he didn’t move far, still allowing Denki to reach out and grasp Toshi’s hand. Only after getting proper snuggles from their pack members did the omegas finally peel away to finish their nest. It’s intimate in a way, watching them work. Neither Izuku nor Eijirou could look away, as if they would want to, as the little ones gave into their instincts.
Layering the comforters perfect to burrow in, building the walls of the nest so safe to lie by. The way they adjust each and every linen and fabric, even with Denki’s more chaotic way of organizing versus Hitoshi’s more tedious. It just works, somehow. Denki only needing a single whiff of an item to know where exactly to place it, quickly going through the pile of materials. While Hitoshi goes and fixes each and every stuffie and blanket, making sure everything is just right.
It never ceases to fascinate the alphas and the betas how the omegas just know what to do. How they pile the clothes so nicely to roll around in, how every reachable fabric just feels so nice against their skin, especially when they nuzzle their faces in. Izuku couldn’t help but coo as Denki rubbed a stuffed animal against his cheek, testing the softness of the fur before finding a place for it. With each item set, Denki’s shoulders sagged more, and that little crease between Hitoshi’s eyebrows eased away. The two of them worked until they dropped bonelessly in the middle of the nest, wrapping around each other in a pile of purrs and loose limbs.
Always respectful, voice not above a whisper, “can we enter your nest?” Izuku asked, to which he was met with an increase in sated purrs. Not needing any more prompting, both mates entered the cocoon of safety and latched onto the omegas. Izuku pulled Denki into his arms, the baby flat on his back so his alpha could cover his entire body with his own. Enveloping the little one in his scent and warmth. Izuku’s glands pumping out in protect safe mine happy safe mine mine mine. Hitoshi settled himself in Eijirou’s lap, wrapping both his arms and his legs around the beta.
They stayed like that until the littlest pack member’s scent spiked with the clap of thunder, causing a domino effect of worried rumbles and whines. “Where’s Katsuki and Sho?” Denki asked, even though he already knew.
Izuku, running his fingers through the golden hair, other hand pressing into the sensitive mating marks on his neck, answered patient as ever, “they’re on patrol, pup. They’ll be back as soon as they can.” But not even with their head alpha saying it was enough.
“They need to be here now,” it wasn’t petulance in his voice, like Izuku would have expected. But a deep rooted worry burning into his scent, immediately causing Histohi’s own scent to bitter. Already with a lapfull of unsettled pup, he couldn’t comfort his other baby as much as he needed to. But Izuku forced his scent to stay calm and collected, protective and safe. “Please, Alpha,” Denki whimpered as if Izuku’s heart could handle it. As if he wouldn’t hand deliver every star in the sky to his mate if he asked.
Izuku pressed his finger in a little deeper to his own bonding mark on Denki’s neck, forcing that jolt of endorphins through his body. Feel good chemicals automatically easing the sweetness back into his honey scent. “Katsuki will be back this evening and Shouto will be back in the morning,” Izuku explained, as much as it pained him.
“No,” his voice cracked on the single syllable, just before another rumble of thunder echoed through the walls. “Needa come back,” his words slurred as he fought through the chemicals running through his veins, “please, Alpha, please,” his voice was so small, so vulnerable. And god if that didn’t sodden every scent in the room.
As much as Izuku yearned to give in, to call Katsuki and Shouto home and keep everyone together in the nest. Izuku’s herding instincts screamed at him to get his mates back right that very second. To not waste another breath. But he had to remind himself of their duties, of the people that need to be saving. And those innocents need the top heroes on the streets ready to save them.
Thumbing at the velvet collar decorating Denki’s pretty little throat, he suggested, “why don’t you go under, lovely? Get a nice bite and float for awhile, by the time you’re back up Shouto will be home,” he smiled at the pup under him. It was Hitoshi who held bated breath for the response, scent souring against Eijirou’s tastebuds as he kissed the expanse of the purplette’s available skin.
Denki’s eyes wide and watery, he opened and closed his mouth, lips forming words but not sounds coming out. Eventually, he simple bared his neck, showing off the column of his throat so beautifully. Their leader nosed at the neck, the soft collar tickling his nose, but he didn’t bite down yet. “What’s wrong?” He asked instead, voice rough with the need to press his teeth into his skin.
That’s when he burst into tears. And as soon as that happens Hitoshi was wiggling out of Eijirou’s lap, desperate to get to his nestmate. The greenette immediately reached out an arm, pulling Hitoshi to lie down too. Needing needing both emotional omegas under him, where he can cover them with his whole body. Protect them and embrace them with all of himself.
Toshi was already kissing Denki’s tears almost as fast as they came, mumbling encouragement between each press of his lips. “‘M not mad at you,” he promised, “it’s okay to be upset,” he assured. Not for the first time both the beta and alpha were in awe to Hitoshi’s impeccable perception. Nestmate magic, they swear. Denki whined high in his throat, and Hitoshi seemed to understand perfectly. “I know it hurts now, but you’ll feel better if you go under. We can talk more after. But I’m not mad at you, firefly, okay?” To the jerky nod he got in response, Hitoshi nosed into Denki’s neck, exposing the vulnerable glands for their alpha like the good boy he is.
Eijirou reached under then, unclasping the choker, keeping hold of it for safekeeping. They all knew Denki would want it back on after the bite anyway, better to keep it close. With nothing left in the way, Izuku reached down and latched his jaw around the delicate bundle of nerves. Locking his teeth just hard enough to give that burst of safe settled happy chemicals without breaking skin and making the little one bleed. Every last bit of wrongness to his scent immediately was taken over by contentment and a sleepy sort of bliss. Only after Izuku ran his tongue over the mark a couple times, or a couple dozen times, did Eijirou reattach Denki’s collar.
With the baby in that floaty sort of doze, Izuku turned to Hitoshi. “What happened?” He kept his voice down, not one to break their bubble of comfort.
Hitoshi shrugged with one shoulder, still busy slotting his whole body against Denki’s. Fitting together like a teacup to its saucer. “Yelled at me,” he said it so simply. As if the most submissive of their pack regularly goes around on screaming fits. “It’s okay though, he was just upset.”
It wasn’t exactly a growl, but it wasn’t a rumble either, the sound Izuku made. “That doesn’t mean he can yell at you.” Just the idea of their sweet little one going off at his nestmate put his inner alpha on haywire. The need to reprimand, to protect, to comfort, too much to just lie there. Dipping down, Izuku sucked pleasant marks into his lovers throat, an apology of his own. “I agree when he’s up again we need to talk.” Izuku including himself in that conversation settled something in Hitoshi’s instincts, making it easier to succumb to the fuzzy feelings the hickeys were giving him. “Wanna go under too, pup?”
He barely had to give a nod before he breathed out a soft, “ ah ,” and he was enraptured.
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Coming back after going down is always a slow process filled with fuzzy hearing, blurry vision, and soft kisses. It’s a languid kind of love that every time Hitoshi comes back from it, he wonders why he doesn’t take Izuku’s bite more often. But when he felt that one hot and one cold hand cradling his face, he blinked away the remaining sleepiness. “Sho,” he croaked, immediately basking in the feel of Shouto’s lips against his own. When they had to take a breath, lips already a pretty pink, Hitoshi spotted Denki in a similar position with Katsuki. “It’s morning?” Hitoshi realized aloud, upon remembering his mates patrol schedule.
To that their pack leader rubbed his the back of his own neck from where he was holding the other omega, “you both when down harder than I anticipated,” he did that laugh of his. And the brainwasher couldn’t help but roll his eyes fondly. “The storm is over now,” he spoke slowly at the change of topic, as if that would keep Denki from tensing.
Katsuki, still cradling Denki’s face, immediately assured him that it wasn’t as bad as it could have been. That him and Shouto helped a lot of people, that they did good. That they’re safe, everyone’s safe. Only once the reassurances sweetened the air did Denki whine and wiggle until he was out of the alphas arms and into Hitoshi’s. “I’m sorry,” he breathed out into the same air Hitoshi breathes in, “I’m so sorry.” The mindcontroller leaned forward, flattening his tongue against the expanse of his throat. Not tasting a hint of insincerity, he forgave the little one with a kiss all sensual and slow.
Only when Denki was breathless and flushed, did Hitoshi say, “and you are equal to us, all of us. No matter where you are in the hierarchy.”
Hitoshi could smell the interest of their mates, their want to jump in and add their opinion, but they stayed quiet. Not breaking the somber air between the omegas. “You’re mine, Denks. And I’m yours, we all are,” to that he was met with a swell of affection in the room. “And we can disagree but that doesn’t mean we’re lesser. Okay?”
The man in question nodded, wide eyed, “I’m sorry,” he repeated, to which he was already forgiven. It was then that Eijirou couldn’t contain himself, wrapping his arms around both of them. Of course Izuku had to join in, pulling Shouto along with him. And Katsuki was added to the cuddle pile with only minimal grumbling beyond his smile.