Warning: Language/ Sexual content/Violence

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A/N: This is my first Haikyuu fic. If I mess it up, feel free to let me know! Oh, also I'm on AO3 under annijaye. Feel free to cruise on over there as well!

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Breathe for Me (and I'll Breathe for You)

Chapter One :Selfish Pt. 1

It was selfish of me to think this would work. I mean, in another world, I'd have no problem with watching his body move; the seductive roll of his hips, the way his lips turned up in a debauched smile- hell, even the mischievous glance in his eyes- all of it was an alluring temptation, one I couldn't afford to indulge in.

Yet, I was still standing here, watching his lithe body writhing in time to the indulgent beat. It was wrong; I should've turned and walked out of the door. I should've turned my back on him, should've kept walking that night. Should've stayed home. Should've kept my date with Dai...

Should've done a lot of things tonight but watching him...

I readjusted myself as I stood away from the bar, taking my drink with me. I tossed the liquid back, grateful for its burn. His eyes caught mine and that sinfully delicious grin morphed into a promise. Of what, I didn't know but fuck, I wasn't going to waste my time thinking, pondering on why this was all kinds of wrong.

He licked his lips and my dick pulsated at the thought of slipping deep inside of him. Of pinning him against the wall, the bed, the floor...

It had been a while since I'd had a good lay and I was game for expending all that pent up energy and he seemed as good as any to have that honor.

"He's dangerous."

Despite the thumping bass, I could hear the voice clearly, it's familiar tone a warning I gave serious thought to ignoring. A heavy hand settled on my shoulder in the attempt to pull my attention away from the dance floor, away from him.

I lingered but only for a moment as the hand gripped my shoulder gently. He was right. Kageyama was always right and it would be to my advantage to listen.

I chanced a glance back at him just in time to see his tongue glide across his lips once more, his eyes hazy with lust and intention- almost as if he'd read my mind.

"Suga."

Kageyama's voice pulled me out of the ether of lascivious thoughts, my heart pounding against my chest. I knew the danger in engaging in this dance of selfishness, of throwing caution to the wind. Yet, I couldn't stop staring.

With a knowing grin, he moved away, out of my line of sight and I tried to follow him with my eyes, the anxiety rising. He tossed a glance backwards as if beckoning me to follow, the gentle sway of his hips coaxing me to make a move. He was tall, clad in all black, his long legs and sinewy muscles perfecting an already devastating silhouette. There was a quiet, yet confident strength to him to the way he commanded the room with just a glance. His cognac eyes were sleepy, yet cunning, the playful and complacent glint a most potent lure. They were unscrupulous, bold even in an attempt to disguise the intelligence that simmered just below the surface.

Smart and sexy.

Very dangerous indeed.

Fuck danger though. I craved that type of thrill, of knowing the risks and still taking that step, waiting for the inevitable chaos. His eyes promised chaos- promised a lot of things. Things I should turn away from, things I should ignore.

I caught sight of him as the crowd swallowed him whole, his lips turned up in a smug grin. He winked before he turned and disappeared into the crowd of raging bodies. He was gone but he'd left a definite impression.

I should ignore him, I should forget him.

But I can't.

Against the warning bells ringing in my ears, I stand quickly and start toward the dance floor, fully intending on pursuing him. He'd awakened a hunger within me and now, I was curious.

How would he taste?

What would his voice sound like on the edge of oblivious pleasure?

How hard could I fuck him without breaking him?

Those thoughts cluttered my mind, narrowing my focus. I was inquisitive almost to the point of obsession. Figuring how things worked, solving, puzzling, the quest for knowledge, the question of more was a compulsion. It was a compulsion that served me well on many occasions but right now, it would be a catalyst to getting what I wanted.

That was, until someone grabbed my arm and pulled backwards. I tightened my fist, ready to slam it into Kageyama's jaw but stopped short when I turned to see a pair of piercing yellow- hazel eyes staring down at me.

"Whoa-ho, Suga, getting a bit frisky there are we?" Bokuto grinned as he leaned in, his uncanny eyes sharpening, "Better thought would be to let it go, Kou. We've got other matters to attend to."

Bokuto let my arm go and I massaged it, averting my eyes to the sea of sweat and lust.

I would be a fool to disregard Bo's thinly veiled threat but I can't help but wonder...what if?

"You're right," I answered as I refocused on the man. His black and grey hair fell in wisps, the strands plastering themselves around his face. It was a change from the normal edgier side he sported but, meh, whatever. He said it made him more approachable but you could damn well bet it was just a facade. There was no approaching Bokuto Kotaro- not if you wanted to live.

The pulsating bass drained me of my energy and attention and I turned to Bokuto giving him a nod and a grin, ready to leave. It was back to work but I couldn't help but think of the way those cognac eyes settled on me as if I were his next meal.

If I could be so selfish, I would be. But we were of two worlds.

His light, mine dark.

It would be stupid to get involved, stupid to let something as pesky as physical trappings cloud my vision.

I never called myself stupid but tonight, it was exactly what I was.