It's been a week since Karasuno managed to beat Aobajousai and advance to the last match of the prefecture. It was a though loss for the latter team, but there was always that small but bright glint of hope that at least they would be the ones able to beat Shiratorizawa and finally give Wakatoshi a proper lesson.
Tooru was hoping for that; Hajime was too; and so was the rest of their team.
They had wished them luck and asked them to kick his ass for them as well. And Karasuno's players assured them they would.
They don't.
Tooru watches the ravens fall, one by one, and realizes it is really over. Neither this time has he managed to even reach him, let along beat him. He goes home as soon as the ball hits the floor for the last time with bitterness on his tongue.
There is one more month to go until graduation.
The third years are already retired from the club to focus on their studies; Shigeru is chosen to become the new captain of the team and they part ways with the promise of one last dinner all together once the finals are over.
However, Tooru still keeps coming to the gym.
He knows should be locked up in his room, devouring his school books and absorbing information until he can't take it anymore; and yet, here he is, after everyone is already gone and he is alone and free to practice until his body begs him to stop.
Today though, he can't focus.
The memory of his team's defeat is still fresh in his mind and even though he keeps telling himself countless times that it is over and he should be letting it go, it still hurts as if that ball slipped through his hands just minutes ago. He doesn't know what to do to make it go away.
He didn't manage to see Wakatoshi after his victory. The bastard didn't even bother to come and watch his match; neither he or him teammates ever have, too aware of and confident in their unstoppable strength to even think about studying their opponents' moves. The only words the two exchanged was when they crossed each other when Tooru's team was leaving.
When Tooru remembers what they told each other, what Wakatoshi told him, he can't help but be pissed off all over again.
Maybe it's better like this though. At least he didn't have to face those eyes on him when he was on court, even if, for a split moment, he found himself wondering how it would have been. When that ball hit the floor, would Wakatoshi have watched him with disappointment? Or maybe pity? Tooru bets on the first one; he can hardly imagine the second.
Fortunately, he will never know.
He jumps for the umpteenth time and hits the ball, making it fly perfectly on the other side of the court. When he lands, he wipes his sweaty face with his shirt before taking in a deep breath. The next one has to be stronger.
Suddenly the door behind him opens.
Shit, he thinks, realizing only then that it is already dark outside and that Hajime is probably about to kick his ass before dragging him home.
"Ah! Iwa-chan, I was just about to leave-"
He turns around, the best smile he can pull off at the moment already on his face, but his body freezes as soon as he is facing the exit.
"Oikawa."
Tooru's expression turns blank, body freezing in place while his arms fall limp on his sides. The deep voice echoes in his ears, piercing into his head and making it spin.
Ushijima Wakatoshi.
His mouth is suddenly full of his own saliva and it takes him a moment to realize it and then to swallow until it is empty. He blinks a couple of times, not believing his own eyes, but the image in front of him is crystal clear, whether he finds it pleasant or not (and he definitely doesn't).
He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and then collects himself, because now it's not the time to show himself weak and tired in front of his rival. So he gives it his best shot. He smirks, eyes focusing on the taller man, and heads forward, stopping only when a few steps away./p
Their eyes meet.
And it all begins.
"Well well, if it isn't Ushiwaka-chan~" His voice holds the usual childhood tone he uses around his fangirls, but there is a different, menacing one underneath it that both of them are aware of. "You're in the wrong gym, you know? Are you by any chance lost?"
Wakatoshi stays still in place, staring down at him, and Tooru finds himself cursing those five centimeters he lacks to stand up to him.
"No." Wakatoshi doesn't react to Tooru's teasing, face icy cold like it always is. "I came here for a reason."
Tooru tilts his head to the side, the smirk still there but his whole expression turning into one of well-played confusion. "Oh? May I know what it is?"
"You."
Hazel eyes widen and the whole facade starts to crumble. If he lost faith in his eyes at first, now he is starting not to believe his ears either. At first he opens his mouth, and then he closes it, but Wakatoshi doesn't move from his spot and his expression doesn't give anything out.
Stiff as ever, aren't you? When the setter manages to digest that sentence, he smirks again, this time in amusement. "Woah, Ushiwaka-chan! Is this a confession?"
Wakatoshi doesn't react this time either; he just rolls his eyes once before they land on Tooru's face again.
The latter pouts, pretending to be disappointed by the lack of answer. "Guess it isn't then," but he doesn't end it there. He waits for him to speak, because he doubts that Ushijima Wakatoshi is the type of person who wanders around, especially by other schools' gyms, without a reason.
He waits, yes, but all he gets is silence.
So he sighs and turns around, walking to where he left the cart: He pushes it to the other side of the court slowly, and then proceeds to put away the balls scattered all over the place.
Once the court is empty, he turns around and finds Wakatoshi standing in the same place. He rolls his eyes again and leans on the now full container. "You know, if you're planning on staying there without telling me your reasons, I'm leaving." He waits exactly five seconds - he counts them in his head, maybe a little bit too quickly, and then makes his way to the equipment room.
He adjusts the cart in the free corner and then adjusts the pommel horse the gymnastics team asked them to keep in here for two weeks, until they are done readjusting their own equipment room. It has been a bother since day one, only occupying precious space and making the place even more stuffed than it already was.
When he turns around, he yelps in surprise when he finds Wakatoshi standing behind him, a couple of steps away from the door. "What the hell, Ushiwaka-chan! At least tell me you're here!"
"You have seen me before."
Tooru rolls his eyes, again; he is always stating the obvious, isn't he? Then, he rubs his face with both of his hands, trying to keep his cool and hide every possible part of him that shows just how much he doesn't want him to be there. But then he gives up, because Wakatoshi should already know.
"Yeah... I've seen you. But I still don't know why you're here."
"I told you that too."
"And I'm asking you to be more specific." Then, after a short pause, he clicks with his tongue, a grimace replacing the fake smirk from before. "Don't tell me you've come here just to rub salt in my wounds."
Because it still hurts. And Wakatoshi's presence, so fierce and powerful compared to his own, even after all those years spent in trying to become just as strong, makes it only harder and harder.
The spiker shakes his head. "I am not like you, Oikawa. I do not need something of the sort to make myself feel better."
Tooru glares at him, but he knows he's right; his past with Tobio must be common knowledge by now. Yet, something like this coming from him just doesn't sound right.
"Then what do you need from me, Ushiwaka-chan?"
"Do not call me that."
"Answer my question."
Wakatoshi straightens his back, his eyes never leave Tooru's face and just observe, study every detail. Then he opens his mouth and asks something Tooru doesn't expect. Not yet at least.
"Where will you go after graduation?"
Tooru gasps, taken aback by the direct question. He doesn't really understand how the mind of the person in front of him works, he never will: at first, Wakatoshi barely says anything and then he comes up with questions capable of throwing anyone off their feet. Truth to be told, the reason Tooru reacts like this is because he doesn't have a clue on what to do next. He had accepted to go to a few meetings with the coaches of the Miyagi prefecture universities and a couple of others from nearby cities, but he still hasn't given an answer to any of them.
Because what he wants is still missing and it's keeping him from finally making his decision.
"And why do you care about something like that?"
"Because I want you to come with me. To Tokyo."
Wakatoshi says it as if it were the most normal thing in the world, but to Tooru it feels like a bullet shot directly at his heart, causing him to feel pain in every part of his body. It is humiliating; he is not ready for something like this.
Tokyo.
The reason why he found himself waiting to give his answer.
He was hoping to be scouted by that one particular university during the Spring High, but no meeting request ever came; and why would it even? He lost so miserably to Karasuno; there is no way anyone would want him after that. Once again, he managed let everyone down and this, his weakness, is what took everything away from him when he needed it the most.
And now here it is.
Hearing Wakatoshi's words makes every cell of Tooru's body doubt about it. Sure, it is something he wanted so badly, but if he even considers it and eventually ends up accepting it, his rivalry with him is going to come to an end. And-
"Why?"
"Because I want you."
Tooru's mouth drops open, the blood in his veins turns cold.
How could Ushijima Wakatoshi possibly want him after defeating him so many times? He is so, so strong, a player of the National team, a champion; and yet he is here, in front of the weak being that Oikawa Tooru is, because he wants him?
The inside of Tooru's mouth is once again full. And he swallows again.
It takes him longer than he is used to to regain some of his composure.
"Are you sure this is not a love confession, Ushi-"
"Oikawa."
It is then that Tooru finally understands the true meaning of his words.
He is telling him to give up.
Wakatoshi is telling him to let all of his grudges and rivalry go, to forget all the sweat and tears he wasted while trying so desperately to at least reach him. And he is making it sound as if it all were worthless, nonexistent. He lowers his head, letting his still sweat-damp bangs cover his eyes.
"Just how dare you?"
Wakatoshi blinks.
"How dare you ask me this after everything you've done to me?" The way he puts it is not exactly correct; because Wakatoshi has never forced him to do any of the things he did, not once, but the anger and jealousy in Tooru has always made him put all the blame on him. Maybe it is because of his attitude as well, so cold and distant and unreachable, that keeps pushing the setter to want to touch and grab it and shatter it in pieces with his own two hands.
So, yes. He blames him.
"My only goal at the moment is to beat you, you know it. And now you're asking me to just give up on it and come with you?" His voice is louder than he plans, but all the frustration built during these past few weeks have already filled everything that was available. It is him who is crumbling down in the end.
"Yes."
Tooru's eyes widen for a split second before he narrows them and looks up, ready to reply angrily for the straightforward foolishness of his answer.
"Because you are never going to succeed," Wakatoshi doesn't give him the chance.
Tooru's muscles stiffen, hands clenching into fists and nails digging harshly into the sweaty palms. His body starts to shake as rage boils inside of him. "I would've shown you if only I had the chance... If it weren't for Karasuno, I would've-"
"Shiratorizawa emerged victorious," Wakatoshi interrupts, "In the end."
And of course it did, Tooru thinks. They destroyed Karasuno just the way they used to do with his team, without any sign of mercy; not even a tiny bit. And then they just walked away from the court, as if nothing happened, leaving the losers crouching on the floor, trying so desperately to hold back their tears, but failing miserably.
Tooru knows that feeling; he has been there so many times and from what it seems Wakatoshi is here to remind him that for good; and it makes the question come out almost spontaneously. "If I'm that weak then, why do you want me on your team?"
He observes the way Wakatoshi's expression never falters; he barely blinks a couple of times to avoid his eyes running dry, but there is nothing more. And it angers him to no end just how easily he loses control over himself and how the man in front of him behaves as if there is nothing that could possibly break him from the inside.
"It is your team that is weak. Not you." Then, he takes a step forward, and Tooru wants to step back so badly it hurts, but his body doesn't want to move, eyes fixed on Wakatoshi's lips as they keep speaking. "And there is nothing you could have ever done to fix that, because they do not have what it takes to take you to the top and obtain victory."
Tooru grits his teeth. "And let me guess: you are the one who does?"
"Yes."
There is no hesitation in Ushijima's voice, it is always so steady and deep, but this time Tooru can't help himself from letting out a sarcastic chuckle. "My, my... So humble, aren't you?"
"I am just telling the truth."
Tooru doesn't want his truth though. He's been training, and planning, and watching for all these years. And he's going to reach him, one way or another. He shakes his head. "I'll find a way to beat you." He and Hajime can do it, no matter what team they're on. They are going to make it in the end.
Wakatoshi seems to read what is on his mind.
"You must be referring to your number four, am I correct?" He sees as Tooru's expression grows stiff, mouth gaping open to say something, but no sound comes out in the end. Because once again he is not done. "Iwaizumi Hajime... He won't be enough to beat me; he is too weak."
It is all it takes for Tooru to snap.
"Don't drag Iwa-chan into this!" He is yelling, his body is madly shaking with anger, but he doesn't care anymore. It doesn't matter if his composure is gone; Wakatoshi has clearly come here with this intention and they're alone, so he can allow it just this once.
The spiker can call him weak, useless and whatever else he wants, but belittling Hajime and his hard work... That Tooru won't allow. As his captain. As his setter.
Wakatoshi doesn't seem too concerned or shocked by Tooru's reaction. He just shrugs, a sign of an open challenge towards him. "We both know what I am saying is correct," and then he approaches him even more, until there are barely two steps between them, until Tooru struggles to look up and into those piercing, gold eyes.
"I have watched your games," Wakatoshi begins and Tooru freezes, not being able to believe what he just heard - he has never seen him around when he was playing. "I see it, Oikawa."
Suddenly he feels a lump growing in his throat and there are some seconds during which he isn't able to speak. Fortunately, he manages to regain his voice, because he can't afford to stay silent anymore.
"What do you see?"
Wakatoshi raises his hand and lays it on the setter's shoulder and then slides it over to his neck and then to his chin, finally coming to a stop when it is resting on his cheek. "I see you constantly slogging and hurting yourself to use your teammates' abilities to the fullest, but none of them is able to repay you the way you deserve. You need someone as good as you."
Tooru pulls away from him, stunned by the sudden contact, but then shakes his head. "And once again, let me guess: that person is you." The sarcastic tone is back, but it doesn't hold up as good as it did before.
"Yes. Or someone as good as me, assuming you manage to find him here."
"My my, Ushiwaka-chan... You really need to work on that humble attitude of yours." Wakatoshi doesn't react to it and waits until Tooru gets serious again. "Do you really enjoy acting superior that much?"
Wakatoshi shakes his head slightly. "I am not acting, Oikawa. I am stronger than you, my team is stronger than yours and you should just be able to accept it. Had you had enough common sense before you chose to come here instead of Shiratorizawa, you wouldn't have worked so hard for nothing-"
"Excuse me?" Tooru interrupts him, bewildered. Because this is too much. Tooru is not going to handle him talking any more shit about his teammates.
"For nothing? My work, our work gave results in the end!"
"Were they ever enough?"
This time, Tooru can't hold himself back anymore. His body reacts on instinct, like it happened three years ago and he raises his arm, hand clenched into a fist, and punches towards him, not being able to wait to savor the moment it'll finally come in contact with his face.
But it doesn't happen.
When only an inch away from him, Wakatoshi grabs his wrist, blocking his hand in midair and shoving the setter's body against the wall. When his back comes in contact with it, Tooru lets out a yelp and from the corner of his eye, he sees his hand pressed next to his head, the strong grip holding it in place. When he focuses back in front of him with a frown, he notices Wakatoshi's face is inches apart from his own. He immediately tries to push him away with his free hand, but that attempt too ends up blocked as soon as it pops on his mind, and his wrist ends up in the same situation as the first.
Tooru grits his teeth, helplessly. He tries to struggle as much as he can to free himself, but Wakatoshi doesn't budge. He just stares.
Tooru clicks with his tongue. "Let me go, Ushiwaka. I know I'm incredibly hot, but you don't have to stare like this."
The lack of answer makes him think he just made a mistake using that sentence, because it could imply God knows what, and the familiar, uncomfortable feeling inside his stomach; the same he had before all those matches and after all those losses is back.
So he moves his body even more, trying to kick him with his foot, but everything he gets in return is Wakatoshi sliding his leg between his to prevent him even that much, and Tooru hisses when his thigh comes in contact with his crotch. "What are you doing, you idiot?! Let me go! NOW!"
Wakatoshi doesn't obey despite the harsh and commanding tone and instead he adjusts his grip on him, raising his arms above his head and pinning both his wrists with one hand, so the other one is let free. "Ushiwa- Ahn!" The pressure between his legs becomes more intense when Ushijima presses his body against his, gold eyes piercing into hazel ones until he finally closes the distance between them, first licking Tooru's bottom lip gently and then meeting his lips with his own.
Tooru stops breathing. He doesn't move, doesn't respond in anyway, his brain having enormous difficulty to process what's just happening to him. He feels his muscles tense all of a sudden and the position he is trapped in turns to be quite a painful one.
Wakatoshi notices his lack of participation and pulls away slightly, only leaving a minimal distance between their lips. He watches as Tooru's wide eyes stare at him, mouth slightly opened as if trying to say something, but missing the words to do so. And just for a moment, Wakatoshi thinks about how nice it is to have Oikawa Tooru standing in front of him, completely silent.
"What the-"
Wakatoshi silences him with another kiss. This time it is hotter, more aggressive; he nibbles on his bottom lip until the setter opens his mouth wider with a gasp and he loses no time to enter it with his tongue. He hears a soft moan coming from him as he once again tries to resist him and waves his arms underneath his grip, trying to set himself free.
In response, He only adds more pressure with his leg, and Tooru pulls abruptly away from his lips with a moan.
The silence that comes afterward is awkward, for Tooru at least: he blushes furiously and tries to look away, waiting for his mind to be anything but blank. But he doesn't find what he is looking for and instead feels the pleased gaze of Wakatoshi all over him. He pouts slightly. "What are you looking at?"
Wakatoshi brushes his leg against him again and Tooru bites his lip as his breath hitches in his throat. When he somehow gets used to it, he speaks again. "Let me go."
The spiker shakes his head and moves his free hand to the fabric of his pants where his t-shirt is tucked in. He pulls it out with his fingers, very carefully not to shift their position, and when most of it is out, he slides them under it, feeling the soft skin and hard muscles of Tooru's stomach.
Tooru lets out a shaky breath and his head starts to hurt. He can't believe this is happening. Just where is all his strength and will to make this man submit?
He feels Ushijima moving his hand to his back, fingertips tracing the small bumps of his spine. Unconsciously he also weakens the hold on his wrists, and Tooru doesn't wait for him to remember about it. He slides his hands away harshly and pushes against his chest before turning to run the few steps he needs to get out of the damn room.
Wakatoshi doesn't let him.
They are too close to each other for Tooru's plan to succeed.
Instead he finds himself pinned against the now closed door, except his hands are now free, but still unable to be used properly.
Wakatoshi tries to meet his lips again, but this time Tooru puts his hand between their faces, so his mouth comes in contact with his palm. "Stop it! I don't want this!" He is starting to panic. There is no one in the gym who can help him and Wakatoshi doesn't seem to be willing to let go.
"But I do."
His lips move against every single one of Tooru's fingers, before he grabs his arm and pulls it down, leaving the setted speechless and more confused than ever. "W-what?" This is not some kind of joke anymore - not that he thought it was until now, but the confirm he gets from him is making it so real.
"I want you with me. I want you all to myself."
And there is the most sincere look coming along these words and Tooru is not stupid enough to think he's lying. Because Ushijima Wakatoshi never lies.
His body grows limp against the wooden door, his head now free of any pain, his efforts to desperately try to find a way to escape are disappearing because there seems to be no more place for them.
Now he knows.
Everything.
He had always thought about it in the past, even when Wakatoshi came to him at the end of his third year of middle school to ask him to join him in Shiratorizawa, but in the end he always ended up brushing it off and telling himself not to be stupid, because there is no way it could be true. But behind all those grudges and jealousy there has always been something else, something Tooru has always taken great care to put away and hide in the deepest depth of his heart and now it's coming to the surface all at once, crushing the walls and spilling out, and Tooru knows there's no way to stop it now.
He feels Wakatoshi's fingers on his cheek and then on the back of his head, pulling him forward. The warmth coming from his body is closer, welcoming him into it and when he stops moving, faces only inches apart, Tooru realizes he is doomed.
He falls.
Before he knows it, he is already taking the initiative and closing the distance between them by leaning in into a kiss that starts off gentle, mouths only brushing slightly. He feels Wakatoshi's lips curving up and for a moment he's tempted to pull away to witness it with his own eyes and not only with his skin, but the spiker doesn't give him the chance.
Soon, Tooru is pressed back against the door, but this time the contact doesn't come violently like the first; Wakatoshi's hands slowly slide down his body and land on his hips, eager fingers slowly daring up underneath his shirt to touch where they left off before. Tooru notices it's much gentler this time, almost unfamiliar; he doesn't expect it.
Wakatoshi presses himself against him, mouth now moving from the corner of his lips to his jaw and then to his neck, carefully kissing every part of the exposed skin.
Tooru can't hold back a gasp when he feels gentle nibbling under his ear, eyes fluttering close as he raises his arms to grip on the fabric of Wakatoshi's shirt.
Wakatoshi keeps the soft ministrations for a while, until he has enough and pulls away, leaving Tooru startled, and starts to take off the light blue shirt off. Tooru raises his arms to let him do it, his mind constantly screaming and telling him to stop, but his body not giving a damn and just letting him.
Once removed, the shirt gets tossed away, somewhere in the back of the room, and Wakatoshi has already wrapped his arms around the setter and has him moving towards the pile of mattresses next to the door, where he makes him sit. He then spreads his legs and positions himself between them.
For the whole time, Tooru looks at him. He lets all his past grudges and doubts aside for a moment and just looks.
He notices the glint in Wakatoshi's eyes as he takes a moment to let them wander over Tooru's newly exposed skin and when he approaches him again to kiss him, he allows him and opens his mouth, meeting him halfway.
Tooru has never expected such a gentle touch to be able to come from one of the strongest players in Japan and someone with such a personality like his. He definitely doesn't dislike it, he decides, especially when the object of this gentleness is himself.
He kisses him back, finally allowing himself to fully wrap his own arms around the taller man's torso. When they pull away to breathe, Tooru impatiently tugs at the Shiratorizawa jacket Wakatoshi's still wearing, so the latter slides it down his arms and drops it at his feet. But the setter isn't satisfied yet. He starts tugging at the shirt underneath as well, a small pout forming on his lips. "Off."
Wakatoshi complies, raising his shirt up and taking it off, only to reveal his firm muscles, covered by thick, ripped flesh and skin. Tooru unconsciously licks his lips, hands starting to shake because of the lack of contact and it stops only when Wakatoshi allows him to make them roam all over his body, to touch, to feel every part of him.
Hazel eyes look up to meet gold, and Wakatoshi catches it. He sees Tooru's body tensing and to relieve it he wraps his arm around his lower back and before he can do anything else, Tooru is already grinding against him. He is already half hard, Wakatoshi notices, just like him.
Tooru groans at the friction, throwing his head back as he keeps forcing his hips to meet the spiker's. Wakatoshi grunts a couple of times and then takes advantage of Tooru's position to place an open-mouthed, sloppy kiss on his exposed throat, making him moan loudly.
He then pulls abruptly away from him, receiving in response a desperate whine and a disappointed (and perhaps confused) look.
It is now Tooru who is searching for him. He moves forward, gripping on his upper arms tightly and pulling him towards himself. Wakatoshi understands that teasing him is no longer an option and decides it is time to take it further to the next level.
His hands are already on his thighs, slowly sliding up to the fabric of his shorts only to start tugging on them to slide them down his legs. Tooru raises his hips from the mattress to let them be removed and then watches as Wakatoshi throws them away as well. As soon as they hit the floor, they are forgotten, because Wakatoshi is already kissing him and palming his erection through his briefs, making Tooru moan loudly, feeding his voice to the spiker.
Tooru is forced to pull away to breathe when the hand slides underneath the cloth and wraps around his cock. He feels himself growing weaker, eyes shutting and arms falling back for support. He completely submits himself to the next assault on his lips, opening his mouth and letting Wakatoshi enter it with his tongue.
His mind goes blank when the hand around his cock finally starts to move slowly, the thumb brushing over the slit every now and then, bringing him closer to the edge. Wakatoshi doesn't take his time with it; he seems to be impatient now, because the pace he moves against him is fast; and Tooru opens his mouth to say it, but as soon as he does, three fingers of Wakatoshi's free hand are shoved inside and pressed against his tongue.
Hazel eyes widen, but Wakatoshi's gaze makes him understand in the end. He sucks on them gently, tongue swirling around them, making sure to coat them enough with his saliva and when he is sure they are slick enough, he pulls away, giving a small, almost invisible nod.
Wakatoshi doesn't lose time; he pushes him down gently, so he is lying on his back on the mattress and his legs are hanging down at first, until Wakatoshi pulls down his briefs and exposes his already leaking cock. He watches as Tooru raises his legs to his chest, and then he is touching him again.
With the other hand, he reaches his hole and rubs the first moist finger around it a couple of times before pushing in. Tooru hisses at the sudden intrusion, but Wakatoshi's expression is telling him to relax, so he does, taking in a few deeps breaths; the spiker doesn't kiss him, giving him the opportunity to do so.
He feels the digit sink in down to the base, moving and teasing his inner walls to stretch them. When he pulls it out, Tooru lets out a gasp, and when he enters him again, there are two of them. Tooru lets out a small cry, body tensing because of the increbly strong pressure.
It is not painful, no, just a little uncomfortable, but Tooru has done this plenty of times to know it is not going to last long. He is quick to relax around him, and Wakatoshi's hand around his cock eases the job a lot. The entrance of the third finger is the easiest one, because by then, Tooru is already moving his hips against them, letting out lewd sounds every time the fingers are inside him down to the base.
And then Wakatoshi curls them, brushing against his prostate, and his eyes split open, back arching as a wave of pleasure runs up his spine. What he sees above him is Wakatoshi with a smirk and it doesn't take much for Tooru to get he is apparently an amusing sight for his eyes; well, he is at his mercy after all. His body isn't listening to him anymore, only reacting to the other man's touch, almost begging for more.
Wakatoshi gives it to him immediately.
He works his cock faster, timing the thrusts of his fingers with it, and every thought that Tooru managed to form in the meanwhile disappears without a trace as he reduces himself into a moaning mess that is soon shut up with a sloppy kiss.
It is hard to breathe with lips against his, his lungs are screaming for air as he slowly reaches his edge, warmth pooling inside his stomach.
"Ahn! U-Ushiwa- Hmph!"
Wakatshi doesn't let him, crashing his lips against the setter's.
Tooru's body shudders underneath him, arms moving around and grabbing his bare shoulders, nails painfully digging in and scratching until Wakatoshi pulls away-
"P-please... I'm- Ahn!"
Wakatoshi's grip around him tightens and with one last twist of his wrist, Tooru comes with a loud moan, warm semen spilling all over the spiker's hand.
His body collapses backwards, falling limp of the soft fabric of the mattress, eyes closed and chest raising up and down to catch his breath again. Tooru feels it growing weak as he finally gets down from his high, somehow relieved that it's over.
But then he opens his eyes and he realizes just how wrong he is.
Wakatoshi is standing in front of him, the stained hand raised up slightly as he watches the brunette in front of him. And then his other hand is back on his cock, and Tooru lets out a strangled sound, his body oversensitive from before. It is making it rather uncomfortable.
But then he is pulled up and on his feet, turned around so his back is pressed against Ushijima's chest. Only then he realizes just how hard Wakatoshi is, when his clothed erection is pressed against his ass. His breath hitches in his throat when he is pushed against the pommel horse and then bent over it.
He hears the shuffling of clothes from behind him Wakatoshi lowers his pants enough to pull his hard cock out and then proceeds to smear Tooru's cum all over it to use it as a lubricant. The setter turns around, still quite shocked; he was expecting to give him a blowjob in return, but he was not expecting this ; and when he feels the big hands of the spiker being placed on his hips, he tries to move away.
But Wakatoshi reacts faster and ends up leaning forward and pressing his arm against his back, hand grabbing the back of his neck to hold him still. And Tooru doesn't try to escape from him again.
He feels the head of his cock slowly pressing against his entrance and then it's pushing against it, slowly making its way in. Tooru lets out a scream when he feels his muscles being forced open inch by inch until Wakatoshi is inside of him whole.
Tooru's body starts to shake in pain and Wakatoshi doesn't move, waiting for him to adjust to the feeling. He bends over him, careful not to move his hips, and places gentle kisses on his nape and shoulders. The hand on his neck moves down Tooru's body to wrap itself around his cock, slowly moving over it, and it doesn't take long for the setter to get hard again.
Wakatoshi gives an experimental thrust and what he gets in return is a soft moan. He nibbles gently on his ear, and Tooru finally turns his head to glance at him from the corner of his eye. His gaze is weak, tired, and Wakatoshi can't believe he is having it in front of him like this.
"Y-you can move..."
The words are a mere whisper, stuffed between gasps and deep breaths he is taking to calm down and Wakatoshi knows that if he said it, it means it's true. So he straightens up, anchoring his hands on his hips and raising him up gently adjust him better on the pommel horse. Now he can thrust at a perfect angle, and he does, hitting immediately Tooru's sweet spot.
Tooru buries his face in the leather underneath him and it swallows all the moans and cries he lets out for a while, until he turns his head to the side, resting his cheek on it instead.
The first few thrusts are slow, but Tooru moans nonetheless - Wakatoshi goes deep and makes sure it feels good for him; he keeps hitting the right spot with each thrust - and then it goes faster. And harder.
Tooru's voice gets louder, knuckles turning white as he desperately tries to clutch the light-colored material under his hands. He also hears Wakatoshi starting to grunt, the grip on his hips tightening considerably and he is pretty sure it's going to leave a mark.
But he is not in a condition to care at the moment.
"Ahn! U-ushi- Ngh!"
The need to reach down his body to grab his cock is overwhelming, but the way Wakatoshi holds him trapped underneath himself makes it impossible.
Wakatoshi rams into him even faster and Tooru feels his eyes rolling back into his head as he moans his lungs out, his body getting close to his second orgasm and he's not sure he can handle it. His muscles tense once again, his inner walls clamping tightly around Wakatoshi's cock.
The spiker's voice comes out as well and he instinctively pushes Tooru against the pommel horse even more. He loses his rhythm with every thrust, until they both are so close it becomes just an erratic meeting of hips.
Tooru has never been fucked like this, so viciously and yet so... thorough; if Wakatoshi wasn't hitting that one spot inside him that makes him go crazy every time he comes in contact with it, Tooru's pretty sure every thrust of his would feel as if it were ripping him apart. He still needs one more thing though.
"P-please- Ahn! Touch me, U-Ushijima..."
Wakatoshi doesn't comply this time; instead, he keeps moving the way he has until now and Tooru realizes that, if he keeps it up, he is going come just from having his ass fucked, and it is most likely going to be more intense than it was the first time.
He tries to turn around once again, dragging his teeth over the skin of his bottom lip but it stops when he keens high in his throat once Wakatoshi is grinding into his ass with pure brute force, and his head ends up dropping soundlessly on the leather.
"You feel so good-"
Tooru barely hears those words, too busy with screaming himself raw; he doesn't even bother wiping away the drool that comes out of his mouth and flows down his chin. Instead, he focuses on the feeling in his lower stomach, growing and painfully growing until it crests and his cock jolts, and he is coming so hard Wakatoshi is forced to hold him still, otherwise they'd both be losing their balance and falling onto the floor.
His mouth gapes open but no sound comes out, lungs too empty to let any. His muscles spasm harder as Wakatoshi keeps fucking him through his orgasm, his heartbeat so fast he feels his heart might just break his bones and rip his skin and fall out like nothing.
And then Wakatoshi's giving the last, impossibly hard thrusts before burying himself inside of him down to the base and letting out a sound that almost seems like a roar. Tooru feels warm semen exploding inside of him and whines, trying but not really to change position, his inner muscles spasming uncontrollably at the feeling of being filled up.
They are both panting by the end of it. Wakatoshi finally lets go of Tooru's hips and pulls his softening cock out of him, some of his cum spilling out and dripping down Tooru's inner thigh.
He watches it for a moment, wondering whether he should wipe it off or not; and he chooses the second option; he can clean him up later - and ends up bending over him to lean his chest on his back. As soon as he catches some of his breath, his mouth finds the skin of Tooru's shoulder like before and kisses it.
He is gentle; extremely gentle; maybe even more than he was in the beginning.
They stay like that for a while and eventually Wakatoshi shifts on his feet so he's not over him with his full weight. His hands find their way to Tooru's back, caressing it whole with open palms, feeling the shape of his rib cage on his sides but the setter doesn't react to any of it.
His eyes are closed, body extremely limp underneath the spiker and for a moment he thinks he might have fainted. But when he kisses his nape, he feels him twisting his neck as he turns his head to the side. Wakatoshi looks at his eyes, empty and transparent, so he just holds him in place, steadily, until he is sure he is fine again.
He knows he is when his body moves, trying to stand straight, so Wakatoshi moves away and gives him space.
Tooru's body is shaky, and when he tries to climb off the pommel horse, Wakatoshi tries to give him a hand so he's sure he won't collapse.
But Tooru pushes him away.
"Don't touch me!"
So Wakatoshi doesn't. He'll take this time to adjust his clothes properly. He pulls up his pants and briefs and then looks around for his t-shirt. When he finds it, in the corner of the room where he threw it before, he picks it up and puts it on. Then he once more checks on Tooru, who's still standing where he left off, leaned against the pommel horse with his arms.
He seems to be in a daze, so Wakatoshi decides to give him more time.
Tooru is thinking, his mind slowly clearing up.
The realization of what just happened between them - of what he let Wakatoshi do to him - dawns upon him and slaps him right in the face, and he feels as if everything he has done until now is crumbling in his hands. He hopes it's a dream, but every part of the room, the mess they made, his very own naked and aching body-
It is very much real.
And then Wakatoshi is behind him. Tooru feels warmth on his chin and suddenly his body is being turned around and his head is being raised up until their lips meet for the umpteenth time that evening. His eyes widen, the way he's feeling is just something he can't control. Being so submissive is not how he is. He-
"Oikawa."
He is dragged away from his thoughts when Wakatoshi calls his name and only then he realizes he is still being held by those strong arms.
It can't be. It can't be; it can't-
"What are you doing?" The question leaves his mouth almost immediately, but all he gets in return is a confused look and a raised eyebrow. He feels Wakatoshi cupping his cheek carefully, as gentle as possible and he just doesn't understand. Nothing makes sense anymore.
"I am kissing you," he says.
It takes Tooru some time to process it and as soon as he does, he pushes him away. "Move away. I want to dress up." And he feels disgusted with himself.
He is the type of guy who permanently holds grudges; his rivalry with Wakatoshi turned into hate as time went by and he has never stopped thinking about him with that focused in his mind. It is because of him that he has always keeps training to exhaustion. It is because of him he and Hajime have cried so many times. It is because of him that he ended up hurting himself so badly that he is to wear a knee supporter for the rest of his life.
And now he let him do this to him. And the worst thing of all is that he actually liked it. The way Wakatoshi kissed him, the way he touched him...
He shakes his head, turning away abruptly. He takes in a deep breath before he starts seeking for his clothes, which are sprawled across the small storage room. As soon as he reaches every piece, he wears them quickly, angrily, not even bothering to wipe the now almost dry sperm still staining his leg, and the only voice shouting inside his head is telling him this shouldn't have happened.
"What?"
It is then that Tooru realizes he said it out loud. Dammit...
He doesn't turn around. He doesn't face him; he doesn't want to face him. Who knows what kind of look Wakatoshi is wearing right now; who knows what is inside of his mind. He must be so proud of himself now that he managed make him submit like he has wanted to do for so many years.
He feels the spiker behind himself again; a hand slides on his shoulder, caresses him with the lightest of touches. Tooru pulls away. "Don't touch me!" It comes too harsh and he immediately looks at him, an involuntary apology plastered all over his face. But he means what he said. "Please... Don't touch me." His voice is weaker now, so much that it comes out as a quiet whisper.
Yet, that still won't change what happened in the past half an hour (maybe even longer, Tooru doesn't know) inside this room. And the thought of Hajime, how he did this behind his back... Sure, they are not together, they have never been; but they were exclusive. His spiker is the only one he ever let do anything to him. And now-
Blood boils inside his veins and he just can't take it anymore. He reaches for the mattresses, punching them once as hard as he can to let out all the anger and frustration and then ends up leaned over the pile.
Wakatoshi only watches, waiting for him to collect himself a bit before approaching him again. When he is sure he will no be receiving the blow like those poor things, he decides to speak,to ask: "What's wrong?"
Tooru's body tenses, head turning towards him and disbelief written all over his face. "What's wrong?! How can you ask me what's wrong? Were you even here in the last half an hour?"
That doesn't answer Wakatoshi's doubts. It leaves him even more confused, if possible.
Tooru understands the situation immediately and waves his hand, motioning to both of them. "This shouldn't have happened."
"I heard what you said before."
"Then what else do you want me to say?"
"Why?"
Tooru swallows. He should have expected that.
Wakatoshi approaches him wordlessly; he wants Tooru to speak; to let him know what is on his mind. He can't make it better if he doesn't know what is wrong. Tooru turns to the side, his weight now shifted on the pommel horse as he leans on it with his lower back.
"This is just wrong," he begins. "I trained for years, ended up collapsing quite a few times and even hurting myself beyond repair... To get better even just a little and to beat you. We've been against each other so many times and our attempts ended up in miserable failure every time. I swore I hated you and I promised I wouldn't give up. And now this."
The proposal Wakatoshi has brought to him is the root of his messy feelings. That, and the fact that he just reduced himself to beg the spiker to fuck him after just a couple of nice words, he assumes, Wakatoshi didn't even mean in the first place.
Wakatoshi proves him wrong the second later. He places himself in front of him, making sure he is unable able to escape and avoid him again and then he raises his arms and wraps his jacket around the setter's shoulders.
Tooru jumps immediately, ready to shove it off himself, but Wakatoshi holds it firmly against his body, preventing him to do so. "I don't need it!" Because those colors burn.
Wakatoshi, however, doesn't listen and, with a lot of effort,manages to force Tooru into sliding his arms into the sleeves and then adjusting it so it keeps him warm. After all the sweat of his practice and their previous activity, if his body grows cold now, he will probably get sick.
"I do not really understand you, Oikawa."
Tooru snorts. "And how could you, possibly? You've never even come closer to experience what I have. You've always won and got everything you wanted." His words are cold; colder than they would be on a normal day when he tries to provoke him before a match. Because now things between them are changed and they're most likely not going to be back the way they were before.
"And now you consider yourself as one of my prizes as well, right?"
All he gets is a glare and he deducts the answer is a yes. "I want to win, Ushiwaka..." Once again, it's a whisper.
Wakatoshi sighs.
Tooru is still glaring, clearly pissed off by so many things by now and there is nothing much he can do about it. He cups his cheek and, even though Tooru tries to resist him again, he somehow manages to keep him still and still hold him.
"Would it help you if I told you that if you come with me, that feeling will be gone? You want to win and I can bring you victory." The hand on his cheek moves up to move a strand of brown hair from the setter's face, a small smile appears on the spiker's face. "I would have already brought it to you, had you chosen me since the beginning."
Even this sentence feels like a slap in the face, and Tooru wonders how he can make him feel like this with plain, truthful words. He is making him doubt every single choice he's made ever since he got into middle school. And something in his chest starts to hurt badly when he thinks that maybe all that was a mistake. Maybe he should have chosen Wakatoshi from the start.
He observes the way Wakatoshi's eyes are lingering on his body, an obviously satisfied expression on his face. Tooru doesn't remember if he's ever seen him showing so many emotions in one day - he has probably never showed so many during all of their meetings smashed together.
"What are you looking at?"
Wakatoshi flinches, as if his words just pulled him down to Earth. And then Tooru feels warm skin against himself and there is peace in his chest, his heartbeat back to its normal rhythm.
"This jacket suits you."
It is not just about the jacket, Tooru knows. "You're mocking me now, aren't you?" But then he lowers his head, moving it away from Wakatoshi's touch and shrugs. "It's too late now anyway."
"It is not."
"Huh?"
"You can still fix your mistakes," Wakatoshi tells him. If he chooses him now, university is going to be their chance. Sure, there are going to be lots of stronger players, especially because it would be Tokyo but Wakatoshi could finally play at his fullest strength. Because he would have Tooru as his setter.
He should have used different words perhaps.
Because Tooru shakes his head.
"They weren't a mistake," he begins, before looking up with a small smile on his face. "I don't regret coming here; I love this team." They are his team and he is their captain. And he loves them no matter if they win or lose, because that is all part of the game.
Wakatoshi's admiration for him grows even more after he says this. Because this is what he has always wanted.
Loyalty.
"You are so loyal to them even though they failed you so many times," I want that. And he doesn't need to say it out loud.. He will never fail him if Tooru chooses him right now.
He wants Tooru to choose him so bad and the thought of his possible rejection makes him feel weird.
"Winning is not everything."
Gold eyes widen.
"It might be the final goal of every sport, but I'd choose without hesitation countless losses with a team that's there for me no matter what, instead of always winning and be left alone."
Now it is Wakatoshi's turn to be speechless. How could he possibly know? His throat suddenly feels dry when he realizes that Tooru doesn't seem to be joking. He managed to analyze him, see right through him the moment he merely wished to have him by his side, and he did it under such a mental pressure. He really is something and, just this once, Wakatoshi figures, he might have lost to him.
"I never thought you could say something like this." He has always seen him cry and reach out for victory. He has always wanted to advance to nationals so badly, and every time he crushed him down, he always came back up and behind him, ready for the next round. And these words hardly sound like what he is used to hear from him...
But it doesn't mean it is not the truth.
"See? Sometimes even I can mange to surprise you, Ushiwaka-chan."
Wakatoshi breathes.
Because there is a smile on the setter's face and those brown eyes are shining again. He is not regretting what they have done anymore, Wakatoshi realizes, because he is letting him stay close to him even when he wraps his arms around him. He doesn't know why he is doing it again, even though he has been pushed away so many times, but holding Tooru against his chest like this, letting him bury his face in his neck-
It is making him feel good.
"Ne, Ushiwaka-chan, it's getting late. We should leave."
"Yes."
They pull away from each other, quickly clean the mess they made and then get out of the dark room.
"I'll go grab my bag, so give me a minute," Tooru says and, without giving Wakatoshi the time to reply, makes his way to the locker room. Once he is in, he shuts the door behind him and then leans against it with his back.
What has he done?
He licks his dry lips as memories from before flash through his mind. He lets out a shaky breath, blood rushes to his cheeks.
What now?
He takes slow steps to reach his bag and when he opens it, he pulls out his school sweatpants and puts them on, not bothering to clean himself up - he is going to take a shower once he is home.
He sees his Aobajousai jacket right there, neatly folded (Shigeru probably did it before he left, because he remembers leaving it sprawled across the floor) and put at the bottom of his bag.
And he wants to take it out, but his eyes wander down his body, observing the purple and white uniform he is wearing for a moment. He pushes away the thought of removing it and quickly changes his shoes and closes the bag. After collecting all his belongings, he heads out.
He finds Wakatoshi waiting for him and it is weird.
He is standing on the side of the court, staring at the net, expressionless and still like a rock.
"Ushiwaka-chan?" He approaches him slowly and then stands next to him, looking questioningly at the same spot, trying to see what he sees.
"I want to spike your toss someday, Oikawa."
Tooru's smile widens. He just can't help it. Wakatoshi is blunt as always and maybe he kind of likes that, as ridiculous as it can be. He still needs to consider his offer. Tokyo might have always been his first choice for the future, but he needs to think about it seriously. Because if he says yes, lots of things will begin from there.
"Maybe one day, Ushiwaka-chan. If you're going to be a good boy that is~" He pats him gently on the shoulder before turning and heading towards the exit.
Wakatoshi walks with him until they are forced to part ways. "Let me give you your jacket back," Tooru says, ready to remove his bag from his shoulder.
"You can keep it."
"Huh?"
"The third years are already retired at Shiratorizawa, so I will not need it anymore. You can keep it," He wants him to, but once again, he doesn't complete his sentence, and just looks at him.
Tooru nods. "I should go then..."
"Wait." Wakatoshi approaches him and looks down at him and Tooru curses those five centimeters once again. "Let me know what you decide." His voice is gentle and Tooru doesn't remember ever hearing him talk like this to someone.
He nods again. "Alright."
They stay in silence, only looking at each other for a long moment. And to both of them it seems endless.
"Would you like to come to my place?" Wakatoshi asks all of a sudden.
Tooru's eyes widen slightly, but he keeps smiling. "Maybe next time, Ushiwaka-chan." The promise of a next time hits both of them as soon as the sentence is over, but Wakatoshi doesn't comment on it and Tooru doesn't bother to correct himself, because anything else would feel too much like a lie he isn't willing to tell.
"Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Ushiwaka-chan."
Tooru turns on his heel, slowly starting to head towards his house, and he can't wait to arrive, get in and take a hot, steaming shower. He already knows he is not going to be able to sleep tonight; too many thoughts are filling his head with every passing second. He doesn't know that it is going to be the same for Wakatoshi as well and just this once, he misses a very important detail.
Wakatoshi stands on the same spot, watching him in silence until he disappears around the corner of the street.