Hinata approached Kageyama under the shelter. Hinata could tell, Kageyama seemed to be fighting off some kind of facial expression, a strange triumphant glint in his eyes.

‘So,’ Kageyama said.

‘So.’

‘It’s over.’

Hinata stared at the setter.

‘They know now and I take it they weren’t happy with the setup either.’

Hinata frowned. ‘What are you talking about?’

‘What do you think I’m talking about moron I’m talking about Daichi and the others finding out that Oikawa has been teaching you how to serve. That’s what that talk was about, right? After you blew your cover shouting at Iwaizumi. They told you to stop seeing Oikawa?’

Hinata stared up at Kageyama, defiance in his eyes.

‘No,’ the spiker said. ‘They approved.’

Kageyama’s mouth fell open. ‘They WHAT?’

‘They listened to me and they heard about what Oikawa-san did for me during the earthquake. And they’re fine with it.’

Kageyama felt like his insides were being pulled apart and pushed down. Molten rage rose within him ready to erupt –

‘And what about that mark on your chest?’ Kageyama snarled. ‘Do they know about that too?’

The defiance was snuffed out of Hinata’s eyes as pink stained his cheeks instead. ‘You – you wouldn’t!’

‘Oh I would.’

‘If you tell them Kageyama I’ll never forgive you!’

‘Then stop seeing him!’

‘Why are you always going on about this – I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal -’

‘You don’t understand. Really? You said we’re friends, right? And we’re teammates. So how do you think I feel when I know that a friend of mine is hanging out with my enemy?’

Hinata swallowed. He’d never really… thought about it like that…

‘An enemy who was mean to me throughout all of middle school,’  Kageyama continued, his voice getting louder, ‘who hates me until this  day, who refused to teach me how to serve but teaches you, who I have feared for years — and you think it’s no big deal!?’ Kageyama was  shaking. ‘And you just keep seeing him, keep sticking up for him – how  the fuck do you think that makes me feel?’

Hinata inhaled through his nose, speechless. So I’ve been… hurting Kageyama…

‘And I knew, I knew there was something else going on and that mark on your chest proves it – he’s taking advantage of you -!’

‘No he’s not Kageyama!’ Hinata finally responded. ‘It’s not like you think!’

‘Can’t you even hear yourself dumbass?! He’s manipulating you! He’s got you under his thumb! You can’t even see the wood from the trees anymore you’re under some kind of Oikawa spell – he’s brainwashed you –  that’s what he does, that’s how he works, you can’t see it because you’re a victim, but I can, and I can’t just stand by and let this happen to you!’

‘Why do you never listen to me, huh? Why don’t you believe me when I tell you what something is or isn’t? I know you hate Oikawa-san but he saved me during the earthquake and I saved him and I can’t change that. Suga said I should make things clear for you – I could’ve died,  Kageyama, if Oikawa hadn’t looked after me. Ceiling could’ve fallen on me and hit my head, my hands could be recovering from broken glass right now – I was alone in Sendai – there was a blackout, I was in shock – Oikawa bandaged me and looked after me when I was stuck away from home. I  know you hate him… but I can’t. We just don’t have the same experiences of him. So you need to stop telling me what to do, stop trying to control me because it’s my life and it’s my choice, and I also didn’t like what you did back there when you were trying to use me to provoke  him -’

‘Oh please I was showing you some appreciation -’

‘No you weren’t you were clearly trying to upset Oikawa!’

‘Hinata look I know you think he’s this hero all because he helped you during the earthquake but listen to me – you’ve only known him for a few weeks. I’ve known him for years. You can’t trust him -!’

‘I’m done hearing about this!’ Hinata gripped his palms, his face thunderous. He took a step but Kageyama blocked him.

‘Please – I know what’s best for you!’

‘No you don’t, you’re not even listening to me – you’re just obsessed with this being about Oikawa – you don’t care about me -’

‘I care about you more than anyone else in the entire world dumbass which is why I’m trying to protect you!’

Hinata stared at the setter.

Kageyama’s eyes were frenetic. His hands wrung out in front of him in desperation as he stared down at that angelic face which was walking straight into hell. He was at a loss. What should he do? What could he do to make Hinata listen to him?

Hinata closed his eyes, Kageyama’s last words were like a sharp shot of sugar that rushed around his system.

‘You’re just saying that,’ Hinata said out loud, more to himself than to the setter.

‘Hinata -’ Kageyama’s voice was softer.

‘You don’t mean it. You don’t mean it -’

‘I mean it. Of course I do.’

Sudden warmth engulfed Hinata. Arms wrapped around him, and he was pressed against a sweaty body. A tornado of emotions ripped mercilessly through Hinata: he felt like he’d been knocked to the ground, stabbed in the shoulder blades but had now sprouted white translucent wings.

Kageyama is… holding me.

It was as shocking as the earthquake. Hinata felt the weight of Kageyama’s head against his own as the setter gripped him. His heart  stuttered.

This is… so different…

Mingled with sweat, he breathed in a faint woody amber smell. So unlike Oikawa. And yet…

Hinata felt like he was flying. Somewhere, long ago, in a daydream, or at night, or for a moment, in a runaway thought, he had imagined this moment. He’d wondered what it would be like if one day he hugged the setter.

And now the setter was hugging him.

And it felt…

Good.

It felt… right.

It didn’t feel strange or weird or awkward at all. It felt… natural.

But despite all that, despite Hinata’s tumultuous heart, the feel of Kageyama’s body, the rhythmic sound of their breathing, the hypnotic patter of the rain, he could not bring himself to raise his arms and hug the setter back.

Hinata pushed Kageyama off.

Kageyama stared, open-mouthed, crestfallen, confused.

‘Hinata -?’

‘It’s not real.’

A sharp pain pierced Kageyama’s chest. ‘What?’

‘Don’t do this.’ Tears formed in the little crow’s eyes.

‘Hinata, what are you -?’

‘Don’t trust Oikawa-san you say. But should I trust you? You’ve never been kind to me. You’ve never been nice to me. Only recently. And why’s that? You’re only doing this because of Oikawa -’

‘No,’ Kageyama shook his head in despair, ‘you’re wrong -’

‘Otherwise you’d still be mean to me. This is just another trick like you did during the match -’

‘No, Hinata, please -’

‘You’re trying to manipulate me so that I’ll leave Oikawa!’

Hinata ran out into the rain –

‘Hinata!’

– grabbed his bike and cycled, tears falling from his eyes, merging with the droplets from the sky.

Blindly, he pedalled, through open empty roads, past cafes, shops, restaurants and buildings he knew, and buildings he didn’t, faster, harder, so that the wind and rain could wash off Kageyama. A confusion of people and colours whizzed past him but above remained a foreboding grey.

The embers of his anger with the assuming third years had still burned during the course of his conversation with Kageyama; what Kageyama had said too about Oikawa had pissed him off as well as the  setter’s stubbornness to listen. The match, Iwaizumi, Daichi, Suga, Asahi and Kageyama – Hinata had not been this incensed for a while. But…  the hug?

I care about you more than anyone else in the entire world dumbass.

Those words had lighted a candle whose wick had long burnt out.

Hinata turned right. Left. Right. He didn’t trust the weather, he didn’t trust his sense of direction either but it didn’t matter: he had to flush out this strange mix of emotions whirling through him like a hurricane.

It was pouring now. Wherever he was. The rain was heavier here. He turned right –

Wait.

That was.

Sendai Castle?

I’ve cycled back to Sendai?

Down a few more roads. Left. Hinata braked. He stopped. And stared. In disbelief.

With rain beating down on him, he looked up at the cafe he had been in during the earthquake.

No way.

It was closed. The cafe’s entrance was situated in a cosy pedestrianised square with other boutique shops for neighbours. There was no one around. Hinata cycled around the back. The shop behind had been completely knocked down. Perhaps the earthquake had got to it or they were building something else. All that remained was a heap of rubble: broken chunks of cement wall and metal wiring sticking out. Beyond that, the landscape opened up into fields and nature. But there, at the top –

Through the heavy rain Hinata squinted.

No.

His heart stopped.

It can’t be.

The rain swirled like storm clouds in his ears.

Hinata jumped off his bike. He stared at the figure on top of the debris of brick and plaster, who was facing the fields, soaked in the rain. Hinata dropped the bike and, with water beating down on him, began to climb the mound. It was wet. He slipped and grabbed the jagged edge of cement.

‘Ah!’

The figure turned. And stared. In disbelief.

‘Hinata?’

Their eyes met through the hazy rain and mirrored the same question –

What are you doing here?

But it was only for a second. The look in both of them changed. Determined, Hinata climbed, upwards, forwards, and just as he reached the setter at the pinnacle he jumped – Oikawa caught him –

And they kissed.

Oikawa’s arms were like a seat wrapped around Hinata’s legs, his neck was stretched up as two tiny hands gently held his face and lost, searching lips pressed firmly, reassuringly against his. The rain  hounded them. Oikawa’s heart boomed in joy and in sadness and instinctively, he just knew… the prolonged kiss said it all. It was different from every other kiss they’d shared. This was the first one they shared in sorrow.

Hinata broke away and they both opened their eyes. They were drenched from head to foot, still in their volleyball uniforms, and the rain still kept beating down on them. They stared into each other’s hearts through the disruption of the rain, and the day. Oikawa carefully put Hinata down and took the spiker’s hand.

Back at Oikawa’s, they’d showered separately and changed into fresh, dry clothes; Oikawa found a shrunken pair of shorts that fit Hinata perfectly. Neither had spoken a word. Oikawa lay on the sofa, his back against a pillow on the right arm of the couch and Hinata lay on him,  between his legs, the spiker’s back against the setter’s stomach, and Hinata’s head against his chest. Hinata and Oikawa’s left hands held each other. Oikawa’s right arm was across Hinata’s stomach, hugging the redhead, and Hinata’s arm was rested on his. The crow’s hand was on top of the setter’s and he had laced his fingers through Oikawa’s.

Both lay there in silence.

The rain, like soft background music, gently tapped its rhythm  against the kitchen window. Despite the lingering advice of his best friend, Oikawa had retreated into his white Hinata-haven, into escaped bliss. He kissed the back of Hinata’s head and thought he heard the shorty smile.

By some form of magic, in Oikawa’s arms, Hinata felt the most at peace he’d felt all day. Maybe Kageyama’s right: I am under an Oikawa spell. His body against the setter’s, their hands touching, in his second home  – Hinata wished he could erase the day and just start it with this. Perhaps if nothing existed outside of these four walls then he’d be  happy like he was during the blackout. He breathed deeply and squeezed  the back of Oikawa’s hand. If he could stay like this forever…

After some time, Hinata turned his head to the right and glanced up.

‘Oikawa-san?’

‘Toru.’

Hinata moved back even more so he could get a proper look at Oikawa’s face. The setter’s eyes were sincere.

‘I want you to call me Toru,’ Oikawa whispered.

Hinata felt the honour warm his heart.

‘Toru,’ he breathed softly, knowing that not many people called him by that name. He craned his neck to look up at the setter. ‘I want you to call me Shoyo.’

Oikawa gently bit his cheek.

‘Ow!’

‘OK Shoyo,’ Oikawa hugged the spiker and kissed him where he’d just been bitten. ‘What were you going to say?’

Hinata’s stomach fluttered from the setter’s affection. Still, Hinata thought, he still makes me feel this way.

‘You played amazingly today,’ Hinata nestled back into Oikawa.

Oikawa basked in the sun’s rays. ‘Why thank you chibi-chan. You weren’t so bad yourself if not a little… distracted.’

Hinata blushed and habitually looked down.

‘And quite brusque with Iwa-chan,’ the setter sounded amused. ‘But I  must say,’ Oikawa dropped his voice lower and brought his lips against Hinata’s ear. ‘I was very flattered.’

Hinata shivered. He wasn’t sure how but his feelings for Oikawa could go from fluffy to sensual in 0.001 seconds.

‘And poor Iwa obviously had no idea what to do,’ Oikawa chuckled. ‘That doesn’t happen often. But every time I looked at you, you were staring at me, how come?’

Hinata was pleased he wasn’t facing the setter. His blush deepened and he stared at their interlocked left hands.

‘What were you thinking chibi-chan?’ Oikawa rattled their left hands together. ‘Hmmm?’

‘You’re too…’ Hinata muttered to their hands.

‘I’m too?’

‘Attractive. To me.’

Pause.

Oikawa’s arm curled tighter across Hinata’s waist. Hinata melted into soft lips and hot breath that met his neck.

‘Well chibi-chan,’ Oikawa breathed, unlatching his left hand and stroking Hinata from his neck, to his chest, down his stomach, his groin and then resting on Hinata’s inner thigh, ‘you do know I feel the same way about you, don’t you?’

Irresistible. That was the word to describe the setter. Hinata’s entire body was made of electrical circuits and Oikawa had just pressed the On button.

Hinata shuffled, Oikawa released him, and he turned so that he was on his knees, between Oikawa’s legs, face to face with Desire. Hinata stared into those beautiful brown eyes. He brought his left hand up to Oikawa’s temple, and combed his fingers through the setter’s hair –

‘Ah!’ Oikawa winced.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘It’s nothing -’

But then.

There, on that holy skin, was a large, dirty brown bruise.

‘Oh no! Are you OK? You didn’t have this just now at the match, did you?’

‘You’re very observant. No I didn’t.’

‘What happened?’

Oikawa avoided Hinata’s gaze and didn’t answer.

‘What happened, Toru?’

Why was Oikawa avoiding looking at him?

The last time Hinata had saw Oikawa, he was being dragged away by –

Hinata’s expression changed in an instant.

‘Iw -ai -zu -mi,’ he gritted his teeth. How. Dare. He –

‘It’s fine, chibi-chan -’

‘It’s not fine!’ Hinata breathed with flames of fire, his gaze piercing like he wanted to destroy the bruise.

‘It’ll heal up in no time -’

But the crow was still staring, a venomous look had overtaken those soft boyish features and his whole frame had become rigid with rage.

‘Shoyo,’ Oikawa whispered, placing a hand on Hinata’s shoulder. ‘It’s OK -’

‘It’s not OK! It’s not OK that he talks to you like that and-and hurts you! Why didn’t anyone say anything?’

‘We’ve been friends our whole lives. That’s just how he is.’

‘It’s not acceptable how he is! Even if it has been for a long time! Calling you names in the match -’

Oikawa pressed the back of Hinata’s head gently bringing him into a kiss. Hinata couldn’t resist. After, Oikawa laced his fingers through the back of Hinata’s hair and pulled slightly down, making Hinata lift his chin, so that Oikawa could peck kisses along Hinata’s jaw.

‘It’s OK,’ Oikawa breathed, ‘because I have you here to comfort me.’

Hinata still was not happy but was struggling to concentrate whilst being lavished with Oikawa’s affection.

‘Did he do this because of me?’ those golden irises found their way back to Oikawa’s.

Oikawa sighed. ‘Yes. And I would take a hundred more of those for you if I have to -’

Hinata kissed Oikawa fervently and in that kiss Oikawa felt all the gratitude towards him and all the anger towards Iwa-chan. Hinata wrapped  his arms around Oikawa’s neck and the upperclassman wrapped his arms  around Hinata’s torso. After the kiss Hinata withdrew but didn’t remove  his hands from being laced around the back of Oikawa’s head.

‘And I don’t care what Kageyama says or does either,’ he said in earnest, ‘it’s not going to change anything.’

There. There it was. That creeping, slimy feeling Oikawa recognised.

‘Says or does,’ Oikawa recited to himself, ‘did he do something else?’

Hinata dropped his gaze, a blush forming on his cheeks. ‘He, er, he hugged me… after we argued. After the match.’

Oikawa could see it now. That creature, that black, gangly, tangled presence always at the outskirts of his vision, it finally came into  full view –

‘He was acting really strange. Really out of character. Kinda crazed and desperate.’

It was a spider. A looming, gigantic, crouching spider with spindly legs and beady eyes had managed to get into Oikawa’s sacred haven. This white room, this closed off space, where only he and Hinata resided in, his personal paradise, somehow, had a loophole, an entrance, and something had crept in or had always been here, and Oikawa hadn’t been fully aware of it but had felt it in his bones.

‘And he was saying really weird things,’ Hinata muttered to himself, not meeting Oikawa’s gaze.

‘What kind of things?’ Oikawa heard his own voice ask.

‘Like how he cared for me, stuff like that, he never really talks like that -’

The spider was bigger than Hinata. Somehow it had always managed to evade Oikawa’s direct eye line, it had managed to remain slightly behind  him, or to the side of him, scuttling silently out of view, but now it was right in front of him and it looked directly into the setter’s eyes  and spoke. Its voice was gnarly, gravelly, incongruent and unwelcome in its surroundings.

‘But I think he was only doing it because of you. To try and pull me away from you. And that’s never going to happen.’

Oikawa was going to kill the spider. He had to. He had to find a way. Even though there was nothing here in this harmless sanctuary that could be used as a weapon… well then. Oikawa would break its legs with his bare hands, he would bite its eyes out of their sockets, he would kick and stamp and beat it to the floor and then claw its heart out from inside its body. But it… it kept standing behind Hinata… and Hinata’s gaze was so fixed on Oikawa, he didn’t even know the spider was there…  but Hinata had to know, he had to be aware because only then, he’d move out of the way –

Oikawa brought a hand up and lifted the crow’s chin, making Hinata meet those cobra eyes.

But.

Oikawa knew. That in his sanctuary, Hinata might not move…

‘And if,’ Oikawa said, ‘it wasn’t because of me? Then what?’

‘Then…’

Oikawa watched those perfect features crease in concentration, in trying to calculate something Oikawa already knew the answer to. He could see the spiker struggle; it was a concept Hinata had not formulated yet.

‘I don’t know.’ Hinata replied in earnest, his expression open and frank, his eyes on Oikawa.

Oikawa closed his eyes. When he opened them again he wondered how his cold devious heart fell into the hands of someone completely the opposite. Or maybe that was exactly why he fell.

This was the third time this week Hinata had talked about Kageyama. In those moments when the spiker seemed distant or vacant, Oikawa now knew, where those thoughts had travelled to. And every time Hinata spoke about the setter, Oikawa couldn’t help but notice with a painful tug to  his heart – the blush on those perfect cheeks, the care and concern in Hinata’s voice, all the attention and energy given to Oikawa’s enemy…

Hinata had to turn around. He had to see the spider. Because in the end, he’d be the one to decide, if it lived or died.

‘It’s getting late,’ Oikawa said. ‘You should go I don’t want you to get in trouble with your mom -’

‘Five minutes,’ Hinata whispered, his eyes on Oikawa’s lips and his right hand stroked the setter’s face.

Sweet poison, Oikawa thought, as he stared into those honeycomb eyes. Sweet, sweet poison.

Hinata kissed the setter and Oikawa felt the cracks form in his heart.

‘You find me… attractive?’ Hinata whispered, after the kiss, his face still close to Oikawa’s.

Enslaved, Oikawa nodded.

Who knew? Who knew that innocence could be so alluring, so seductive… and so painful?

Unexpectedly, Hinata took one of Oikawa’s hands in his own and pressed it against his face. Hinata closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

‘How are your hands after the match?’ the spiker murmured, opening his eyes again. ‘Do they feel OK?’

Oikawa half-smiled at the concern in the little bird’s face. ‘They feel fine,’ the setter whispered.

‘Then -’

Hinata, still holding Oikawa’s hand, dragged the setter’s palm down his neck, his chest, his stomach –

Hinata stopped, his hand on top of Oikawa’s, resting at the top of the spiker’s pelvic area. Their eyes met. Hinata’s heart beat furiously. He knew that he was blushing now but his embarrassment and shame did not overcome his desire.

‘I want to -’ Hinata averted his gaze from that penetrating stare, ‘feel your hands. On me. Properly. Without bandages.’

Hinata gulped and glanced at Oikawa. Was he imagining it? The setter looked amused and turned on but his eyes – his eyes were sad.

Did Oikawa want this? Yes. To touch Hinata… He licked his lips from the thought. But…

Oikawa felt like he’d built a city. A city without borders, without  walls. A city with no army. And that tomorrow, the enemy would arrive, that king on a black horse, and Oikawa had nothing to defeat him with…

‘Toru,’ Hinata whispered, ‘Please. Will you touch me?’

Those imploring eyes.

Reason was dead.

‘Lie back down against me,’ Oikawa murmured.

Hinata turned and nuzzled back onto the setter like before. He placed Oikawa’s left hand across his neck.

With one strong arm, Oikawa lifted the spiker ever so slightly up, closed his legs, and then put Hinata back down so that Hinata’s legs sat on top of his. The right side of Hinata’s forehead pressed against Oikawa’s lower left cheek. Oikawa dipped his head and breathed in the scent of Hinata’s freshly-washed hair.

‘How do you want me to touch you?’ Oikawa mumbled into Hinata’s head, and he felt the crow shiver.

‘Gently,’ Hinata replied, barely audible.

The hand that was across Hinata’s neck slowly inched inside Hinata’s  t-shirt – the spiker sharply inhaled – and rested on Hinata’s heart.  Oikawa smirked. Good. Hinata’s heart thudded like the footsteps of a 200 kilogram man on a treadmill.

Oikawa’s right hand stroked Hinata’s right hip, then moved to Hinata’s thigh, pushing the material of the shorts up. With a bare  finger, Oikawa explored Hinata’s skin while the little crow satisfyingly tensed up from the touch.

‘I can’t feel your thigh cut,’ Oikawa whispered as he continued to search with his finger.

‘S-s-s-not there anymore,’ Hinata took in a shaky breath.

Hinata felt the setter chuckle under him. Suddenly something warm and wet came inside his ear; Hinata squirmed and instinctively leaned his  head away. But Oikawa continued to lick the outside of Hinata’s ear before settling with his teeth on the shrimp’s earlobe. He gently sucked and Hinata’s right hand tightly grasped Oikawa’s.

‘Such wonderful reactions from you chibi-chan,’ Oikawa tantalisingly whispered. ‘And I haven’t even done anything yet…’

Oikawa kissed Hinata’s neck and felt the spiker melt. His right hand escaped Hinata’s and travelled down. Oikawa delicately encircled Hinata’s knee cap, then down the middle blocker’s leg –

Oikawa suddenly pinched Hinata’s calf –

‘Ow!’

‘Sorry,’ Oikawa said although he didn’t sound sorry at all. ‘I’ve wanted to do that for a while.’

Oikawa bent forward, the spiker bending with him, as he stroked all the way down to the tips of Hinata’s toes and then back up again to  Hinata’s hip. Oikawa’s left hand was still on Hinata’s heart. With his right, he slipped it under Hinata’s shirt, and caressed the skin just below Hinata’s bellybutton. Hinata drew in a breath. Oikawa smirked at  what he saw: Hinata’s hard on punching through his shorts like a tent pole.

‘How do my hands feel?’ Oikawa’s mouth was back up against Hinata’s ear.

‘Amazing,’ Hinata sighed, faint.

‘Shall I continue?’ Oikawa dipped his fingers teasingly to the edge of Hinata’s pubic hair.

‘Yes,’ Hinata breathed.

‘Lower?’

‘Yes,’ Hinata begged.

‘Say, “yes, please, Toru.”’

‘Yes please Toru.’

‘Slower.’

‘Yes. Please, Toru.’

Oikawa smirked, ‘As you wish.’

But it wasn’t what Hinata expected. Instead of Oikawa’s right hand moving to his dick, the setter’s left hand moved down, diagonally across, and grazed Hinata’s right nipple.

Hinata flinched from the unexpected sensation –

‘Do you like that chibi-chan?’

Oikawa rubbed his finger again, eliciting another moan and jerk from Hinata’s body –

He’d never been touched there before, it was different than when Oikawa had touched his dick but for some reason it still felt super sensitive as if his nipple was connected to millions of channels underneath his skin that charged straight to his cock –

Oikawa did it again, feeling the nipple harden under his touch –

‘Toru!’

Hinata gripped onto Oikawa’s thighs for support as Oikawa played with Hinata’s nipple, knowing that now that it was hard it felt even more  sensitive, the friction even more pleasurable and ever so slightly painful, and Oikawa himself felt his dick stiffen more from the way  Hinata cried out and flailed against him. Oikawa noted a wetness in his  briefs – the pre-cum sure was coming.

‘I love hearing you moan,’ Oikawa whispered into Hinata’s ear,  rubbing his fingers against Hinata’s nipple again, making the spiker  whimper, ‘I love hearing you say my name. I love the sounds I make you  make -’

‘Aaah!’

Hinata jolted as he felt piercing pleasure and pain at the same time: Oikawa had squeezed his nipple and his dick – Oikawa’s right hand, those beautiful long fingers, had finally wrapped themselves tightly  around Hinata’s erection.

No band aids. No bandages. Just pure skin on skin. The warmth of Oikawa’s hand. Everything Hinata had wanted.

‘Tor -’ Hinata exhaled. ‘Toru -’

Oikawa began teasing at the spiker’s dick, his grip as perfect as  ever, the friction made Hinata dizzy while at the same time, Oikawa rubbed his fingers against Hinata’s nipple.

Hinata writhed, bucking his hips into Oikawa’s hand faster –

‘No.’ Oikawa suddenly released both of his hands from Hinata’s body.

Hinata panted. He opened his eyes and turned his head up to the cobra who stared down at him.

‘This is on my terms.’

Hinata exhaled through his nose, closed his eyes again and turned his head.

Oikawa released Hinata’s cock from the constraints of his shorts and delicately stroked that vein-bulging skin with his bare fingers, pushing down and up on the underside of the foreskin, tantalisingly slow, blissfully firm.

Hinata clawed at the sofa –

‘Toru -’

Oikawa kissed Hinata’s temple. ‘Yes Shoyo?’

‘I want – your whole – hand – ahhhhhh -!’

Oikawa had wrapped all his fingers around Hinata’s dick and had begun pumping the spiker before Hinata had even finished the sentence. Oikawa tugging Hinata’s cock and rubbing Hinata’s nipple with the same rhythm  tipped the spiker into a state of transcendent white rapture –

But, just above his butt at his lower back, something hard was pressing into him –

Before Oikawa had even registered, Hinata had slipped a hand behind,  fumbled but quickly found the waistband of Oikawa’s shorts, and sank his  hand down to feel Oikawa’s warm, sweaty cock –

Oikawa momentarily froze which gave the spiker enough time to slightly lift himself up, against the setter’s grasp and comfortably adjust the setter’s dick up so that it was peeking above the waistband. Hinata bundled the excess fabric of Oikawa’s shirt that he was wearing, into his own lap so that the least amount of layers were between him and Oikawa.

‘Whatever are you doing -?’ Oikawa began but Hinata responded by carefully grinding his lower back against Oikawa’s dick.

Ohhhh –

‘Are you sure,’ the spiker glanced up playfully, ‘you don’t want me to move?’

Oikawa’s lips attacked his and Hinata smiled: in a tangle of hands,  arms and lips, Hinata began grinding against Oikawa’s dick, the friction of his shorts made the setter moan against his lips. Oikawa responded  by his left hand firmly groping Hinata’s chest and his right hand pumped  Hinata in time with the spiker’s movements –

Hinata felt and pulled down the material shielding Oikawa’s cock before continuing to rub lightly against the setter, twerking against  Oikawa’s dick. Their mouths bumped, their teeth clashed but both didn’t care as they groaned in pleasure to the feel of their hands, their bodies, their movements. 

Oikawa suddenly bit into Hinata’s shoulder and Hinata yelped in pain or pleasure, he wasn’t sure –

All Hinata knew was that Oikawa’s unbandaged raw hand stroking his pulsating erection was the most pleasurable thing he had ever experienced and he didn’t want it to stop. Sitting against this body with those beautiful hands all over him was exactly where Hinata wanted to be. The setter’s touch was magical; Hinata came alive, his whole body  sensitive to every tiny thing Oikawa did.

Oikawa moved Hinata faster, kneading the skin upwards and Hinata’s breathing caught in his throat –

Hinata placed his hands on either side of Oikawa’s legs to slightly elevate himself up – he rubbed himself against Oikawa and heard the moan he wanted to hear right in his ear. The sound pushed him over the edge –  the sound of pleasure from Oikawa, Oikawa’s hand across his chest, the  heat from the legs under him, the setter’s dick digging into his back, Oikawa’s other beautiful hand pulling and pulling and pulling and  pulling and –

Hinata felt the build-up that he couldn’t and didn’t want to stop –  his back against the setter’s chest, he was wet from sweating so much, the heat coming from both of their bodies – Oikawa’s right hand teasing  him out of himself –

Hinata yelled as his came hard, his hands shot up above him and he  gripped whatever he could hold onto – his fingers clutched at the ends of Oikawa’s hair as his back arched. Oikawa’s hand was still going, milking every last drop out of Hinata; the setter smirked, watching Hinata’s cum shoot everywhere on Oikawa’s t-shirt that Hinata was  wearing.

Hinata collapsed onto Oikawa, arms falling to the sofa, panting and trembling. Oikawa let go, carefully pulled up the front of Hinata’s shorts, took Hinata’s right hand in his own, brought it up to his lips to kiss the back of Hinata’s hand. He withdrew his left hand from Hinata’s t-shirt and stroked the crow’s hair. 

Regardless of tomorrow, in that moment, Oikawa felt doubly proud of himself as if he’d just won another match.

‘Your… hands…’ Hinata wheezed but didn’t finish the sentence.

He couldn’t see the setter but felt that Oikawa was smiling like the Cheshire cat. As Hinata regained his breath, those irresistible lips kissed his forehead, and those dangerous hands gripped the underside of Hinata’s thighs. The shorty then realised – Oikawa’s dick was still digging into his back.

Oikawa bucked his hips and moved Hinata up against his dick with a grunt and the sound was so sexy, so luscious that if Hinata hadn’t just come, he would’ve from that sound alone. 

Oikawa continued to tightly grip Hinata and move him up and down, rubbing the spiker’s lower back against his cock – it felt good but Oikawa’s t-shirt on Hinata kept  getting in the way –

‘Move the t-shirt for me,’ Oikawa purred but he almost dropped Hinata in shock –

The spiker whipped off the t-shirt and threw it onto the floor exposing flawless skin as pure as virgin snow. Oikawa stared. Not a hair, not a spot or blemish marked Hinata’s back. Now that this was here, Oikawa could not not kiss it –

Oikawa’s lips gently kissed the back of Hinata’s neck, then lower, between the spiker’s shoulder blades – the crow shuddered, his spine tingling from the sensation of more unbearable kisses across more of his  body –

‘Toru -’

Oikawa bit into that perfect skin –

‘Ahnh -!’

Oikawa thrust Hinata up against his dick and the coarseness and tightness of the shorts were so sublime Oikawa moaned into Hinata’s bare back –

Before Hinata even realised what was happening, his legs were pulled back from under him, his stomach, his front, was against the sofa, the cushion dented on either side of him from the weight of Oikawa’s hands  and he felt the setter rub his dick between his butt cheeks, moaning loudly.

Hinata heard his blood pound against his ears – what the -? – he’d only just come but he felt himself start to get hard again from  the grunts and groans of Oikawa. Like nothing Hinata had heard before, Oikawa’s sharp breaths and noises of exertion were full of desperation  and need and it awoke a primal hunger in the spiker –

Oikawa clamped his hands on Hinata’s waist as he continued to grind his cock against that perfect butt encased in those marvellous shorts –  Oikawa could not believe how good the friction felt – he stopped briefly to swoop down and kiss that exposed back before returning to what he knew he deserved – 

Oikawa started to buck his hips faster, driving his cock repeatedly over the curve of Hinata’s buttocks, he pushed harder,  deeper, ramming the material between Hinata’s cheeks – this feels so good – he moaned, he kept going –

‘Ugh -’

The setter’s grunts had given the spiker a second boner that was painfully trapped under the weight of Oikawa –

Suddenly Oikawa wailed, his cum shooting onto Hinata’s bare back as he kept rubbing his cock against the material. Oikawa’s heart pounded, he panted as he slowed, admiring the view of his own load on Hinata’s skin. Oikawa gasped for breath.

‘Don’t – move – chibi-chan -’ Oikawa pushed himself off of the spiker, he was supposed to get up but instead he collapsed back onto the arm of the chair.

Neither of them moved.

Oikawa’s rasping breaths were the only sound in the room.

‘Let me – get some tissue -’ Oikawa said once his heart had calmed.

He tucked his dick back into his shorts and manoeuvred himself off the sofa. After he cleaned Hinata up, he kissed Hinata’s back where he’d just come, and made a trail of kisses right up to the spiker’s neck  smirking as Hinata shivered after every kiss. But Hinata kept his face in the cushion and made no attempt to get up. Oikawa sat back down by the right arm of the sofa, gently lifting Hinata’s feet into his lap.

‘Are you OK, chibi-chan?’ Oikawa whispered.

The crow made a noise. Oikawa chuckled.

‘What’s that?’ Oikawa leaned forward and looped his arms around Hinata’s waist pulling the spiker up but Hinata struggled against him –

Oikawa propped Hinata against the right arm of the sofa while keeping the spiker in his lap, Oikawa’s back against the back of the couch so that they were perpendicular to each other. The setter noticed the spiker’s hands immediately try to cover his groin and he was furiously blushing, his eyes downcast, avoiding the setter’s gaze. Oikawa stared  at the stretched material beneath Hinata’s hands.

‘Really?’ Oikawa chuckled. ‘Really?’

Oikawa slipped his hand under Hinata’s and felt to make sure.

‘My my,’ Oikawa’s hand then brought Hinata’s chin towards him.  Involuntarily, the spiker looked into those arrogant eyes. Oikawa smirked and pressed his lips against Hinata’s and like always, Hinata  kissed him back. ‘So someone wasn’t lying when they said they found me too attractive.’

Hinata blushed even more and turned his head to the left away from Oikawa. But that just left his neck susceptible to the setter, not to mention, he was still shirtless…

Oikawa admired the cute crow in his lap; his eyes fell onto the dark bruise on Hinata’s chest that he made yesterday and pride swelled within him. He remembered the look of rage on Kageyama’s face earlier, when the first year had noticed –

Kageyama.

Oikawa felt a stab in his chest.

But I think he was only doing it because of you. To try and pull me away from you. And that’s never going to happen.

Hinata’s heart… how could Oikawa know what was in it if the little crow didn’t even know himself? There was, unfortunately, only one way…

Hinata didn’t see the resurfaced sadness in the setter’s eyes. Oikawa stared at the cherub in his lap –

I’m sorry, Shoyo. But this may have to be the last time…

Hinata felt the setter’s lips press onto his right shoulder. But it was different. It wasn’t quick or sensual – it was like Oikawa was trying to say something by it –

Hinata turned his head and those lips met his again and Oikawa began kissing him slowly, tenderly. In the space of seconds, Oikawa’s cockiness seemed to have evaporated and was replaced by something much more… fragile. Was he imagining it? Hinata felt his heart flutter from  the sudden change in mood. Oikawa’s hand stroked Hinata’s neck before  sliding into the spiker’s shorts, and once again, rubbing his fingers  against Hinata’s hard-on. As Oikawa continued kissing the spiker, he  used both of his hands to free Hinata’s erection, and then one hand to tug the spiker and the other to gently thumb Hinata’s balls. Hinata moaned against Oikawa’s mouth – the tenderness of Oikawa’s hands was  still too much for him to bear. Hinata’s mind remained in a state of  blank bliss, he didn’t know for how long but all he was aware of were those lips on his and those hands caressing him. Then, in perfect timing, his mind brought back the recording of Oikawa’s grunts and groans just as Oikawa’s hand on his dick started to move faster.

When Hinata came for a second time in less than half an hour he  shuddered again, from the orgasm and also from Oikawa’s lips that broke away and started kissing him all over his chest as the setter continued to coax Hinata’s cock, the cum dribbling over Oikawa’s hand.

Hinata wrapped his arms around the setter’s neck, claiming another kiss.

‘I knew,’ Oikawa murmured, ‘it would be longer than five minutes.’

Hinata chuckled into a grin. That beautiful beaming face was so precious it broke Oikawa’s heart knowing what may happen next…

‘Can I take a photo?’ Oikawa asked. ‘Of us? Just our faces?’

‘You want a photo with me?’

Always. That unbelievable humility moved Oikawa like lyrics from his favourite songs.

‘Yes, Shoyo. I want a selfie with you. Let’s just, look decent and clean up a bit first -’

Tissues used, shorts up, shirt on and sweat wiped away, they took a couple of selfies on the sofa. Oikawa took one where he forced himself  to smile and another where he let this expression relax: his eyes were doubtful, worried, intense and the rest of his features were neutral, unreadable, as usual. 

Excited, Hinata made Oikawa send him the photos then and there before gathering his things. Oikawa saw him to the door.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow, right? Mikamine Park?’

Hinata stared up at the setter, eyes full of adoration, face full of hope and wonder.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ Oikawa pulled his lips back and showed his teeth.

Even though. He knew he wouldn’t.