So, I was re-watching season one and I wanted to change up the main first year relationship dynamics (KageHina and TsukiYama).
Also some particularly brilliant first year timeskip artwork inspired me (emuyh-art on tumblr, check it out! I command it! Humbly...)
I will probably add some more random one-shots (as in there will be a lack of solid story line) to this - of both couples - at some stage.
I certainly won't claim they're in character. Due to their age they'll certainly be different. Basically I've just molded their personalities into what I believe they'll become.
Ch1 is KageYama
Ch2 is TsukiHina
Ch3 is mostly YamaKage
Kageyama rifles through his locker slowly, half-heartedly searching for the t-shirt he swears he brought with him this morning. His over worked body is aching in a way that he's sure if he sits down now he won't be able to get up again.
It's late in the afternoon after volleyball practise. Well after in fact. Hinata had aggressively requested the three other third years – Yamaguchi, Tsukishima and himself –stay behind to help him with some spiking practice. As much as Tsukishima complained about it and played it off as 'extra practice' for himself they all knew he didn't have a choice in the matter for personal relationship reasons.
The reason Kageyama eventually complied was for very similar reasons. Ever helpful, Yamaguchi of course accepted Hinata's request immediately. Fatigued after normal practise Kageyama was deviously persuaded by the freckled boy as he has very compelling ways of getting him to do things.
"I'm leaving first," Tsukishima drawls as he lazily strolls out the door with long legged strides.
"Kei, Kei, wait!" Hinata calls after the much taller boy. "Damn it Kei, I said wait!"
The locker room is eerily silent in the wake of Hinata's perpetual loudness; sometimes he wonders how Tsukishima puts up with it but he know the answer is that he doesn't. The person Kageyama's been left alone with is quiet but he's so acutely aware of every movement and sound. More than anything he can feel his presence like a physical force. It pulls at him like a magnet. It's frustrating; the lack of control he has in Yamaguchi's company. Especially alone.
With a low growl Kageyama gives up on searching for his t-shirt and bows his head against the cold metal locker next to his. He hears a muffled chuckle from behind him. With a sigh he opens his eyes and turns to unsurprisingly find Yamaguchi wearing his t-shirt. Of course. The freckled idiot thinks he's funny.
"You looking for this, Captain?" Yamaguchi grins, far too pleased with himself.
Kageyama wonders where he finds the energy to still be playful after a full day of school and almost four hours of volleyball training. Clearly he's been spending too much time with Hinata. As annoying as it is he can't help but think about how adorable his boyfriend looks with his cheerful smile. He used to be insecure and awkwardly gangly but Yamaguchi got confident and attractive. Kageyama's just relieved he noticed before most other people did.
Yamaguchi grew his dark brown hair out now ties most of it back. He somehow still manages to have stray locks sticking out at odd angles. Especially after a long practice, like todays, it's messy. He's still in his shorts and sneakers, black kneepads in place.
With an ineffective scowl Kageyama turns back to rest his head against locker. He's too tired for this and no matter how cute he might find it is he's annoyed at Yamaguchi for one, making him help Hinata and two, pulling a silly prank on him after making him do something he didn't want to.
Of course even Kageyama's most effective scowl wouldn't deter Yamaguchi. Large warm hands find his waist and slide languidly up his chest before wrapping around his body. Yamaguchi bows his head to press light kisses to the nape of his neck – his favourite place – and it makes Kageyama's breath hitch. Sometime last year the shy freckled boy grew taller than Kageyama – much to his annoyance, and begrudgingly, attraction. With all their training and his continually solidifying build Kageyama's still gratefully broader and stronger though.
"What's wrong, Tobio?"
"Tired," he grunts in response.
Yamaguchi chuckles, leaning his chin on Kageyama's shoulder. "I know, I'm sorry. But Hinata's so close to mastering it and-"
"It's important, I know," he finishes. "Doesn't make me any less tired."
"This is unlike you, usually you have great stamina."
Kageyama doesn't miss the hint of mischievousness in his voice at the innuendo of his words. Just like that he knows exactly where this will end up. He doesn't rush into it though. He enjoys Yamaguchi's attempts to lead him into it; always believing that Kageyama doesn't catch the insinuation. Sometimes they're far less subtle and he wonders how stupid Yamaguchi really thinks he is when he pretends not to notice.
"I've added an extra two kilometres to my morning run," he answers simply, ignoring the nuzzling at the back of his neck.
"Of course you did," Yamaguchi chuckles against his hair. "In which case you did an amazing job today Captain. Truly worthy of the title."
He grunts. "You were too soft on the first years through the receiving training, Mamaguchi. They need to toughen up if they want to play. It's not important that they like you."
"Mhm, sure thing Papayama. But you're also too hard on them. They want to have fun or they won't want to play."
After only two weeks of training the first years had given them these nicknames, even before they realised the two were in a relationship. It was fitting; considering their personalities. It also reminded him of Sugawara and Sawamura and put perturbing images in his mind.
"We don't play Volleyball for fun, we play to win."
"We both know that's not true," he can hear the smile in his voice – also against his skin – because Yamaguchi knows him well enough to know that his tired brain is simply reaching for argument points aimlessly at this stage.
"I'm tired and you're annoying," Kageyama complains, shrugging his shoulders against his boyfriend's weight. "You're also heavy."
"You're heavier," he argues, fingers moving over his strong chest muscles pointedly. "I have the numbers to prove it."
He huffs. "Tadashi."
"I know, I know, I don't know how you put up with me either. I'm sorry."
"I didn't mean-"
"I know. Hey, Tobio, come here," Yamaguchi turns him with little effort as Kageyama is currently rather pliable and leans him back against the locker to kiss him lazily. "Are you really okay? You seem tense. More so than usual."
Kageyama sighs and rests his head against Yamaguchi's shoulder, glad that his arms are around him to hold him up if need be. He feels so ridiculously tired. The Captaincy, the school work he's barely passing –with Yamaguchi's help – his own training and the impending decisive year for his sporting dreams and future… A month into the school year and already he's struggling.
"Tired," is all he mumbles.
Yamaguchi's shoulders shake against his body with laughter. "I know you're stressed Tobio. I can see it. Just relax a little, don't work yourself too hard and allow others to share your burden. Me especially, as Vice-Captain and boyfriend I will happily accept burden to help you."
"I don't want to burden you."
"I know," his boyfriends warm hands soothe down his back and he's practically purring at the delightful caress. "You're so sweet behind that terrifying scowl."
"I'm not," he pouts.
With a fond chuckle Yamaguchi pulls back, making sure Kageyama can stand on his own beforehand, and presses a chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. Gazing up into dark eyes surrounded by a galaxy of freckles and an affectionate smile Kageyama is uncertain how he got so lucky as to trick such a beautiful person to love a dour person like himself. Definitely dumb luck.
It had happened a year ago under the most cliché of circumstances. Yamaguchi helping him study, they 'accidently' got too close, started touching each other innocently at every chance and then, bam. Lips on lips, beet red faces and stuttering incoherently. It had been both the best and most uncomfortable moment of his life thus far. A fairly unique mantle that will undoubtedly never be replaced.
"C'mon Tobio, let's get you home so I can work some of that stress out of you," Yamaguchi declares with his wet, pink tongue rolling provocatively across his top lip.
Kageyama's legs threaten to give way under him with the combination of fatigue and the warmth of arousal that suddenly drops in his stomach. No one but him – he hopes – knows that the shy and kind Yamaguchi is a sexual deviant. It had been a surprise. A good one. And that's how he knows where this will end up. He can see it in Yamaguchi's eyes. The desire.
Unable to respond Kageyama simply pulls his jacket on sluggishly and slings his bag over his shoulder before closing his locker. Yamaguchi is waiting by the door with keys in one hand and the other extended, offered for him to hold. He obliges gladly. After Yamaguchi takes responsibility of locking the door Kageyama finds himself pulled along by his boyfriend more than he's actually walking himself.
Of the four of them Kageyama thinks Yamaguchi has changed the most. He gained confidence with his rapid growth of skill with Volleyball and as a result of their year long relationship. Growing into his lanky body, filling out and becoming more attractive helped too. He gained some bubbly, happy-go-lucky energy from spending a lot of time with Hinata. And of course he gained even more mocking sadism from Tsukishima. Kageyama believes the three of them have made him stronger and he knows how grateful Yamaguchi is for their friendship – and love.
Kageyama barely notices the walk, orange hues of the setting sun all but gone when Yamaguchi leads him to Kageyama's front door assuredly. Pulling himself out of his daze Kageyama retrieves keys from his bag and unlocks the front door.
"I'm home," Kageyama says habitually even though its dark and he knows his parents are out of town for the week – not an uncommon occurrence.
Yamaguchi follows along behind him as he takes his shoes off and slowly makes his way upstairs. Dumping his bag in a corner Kageyama is about to collapse onto his bed when Yamaguchi's strong arms catch him and stop him. Fingers find their way under the hem of his shirt to caress along his muscled stomach, dipping teasingly to the waistband of his pants. His eyes become heavy lidded from more than just lethargy.
"We should shower," Yamaguchi whispers in his ear, sending a pleasant shiver down his spine.
He barely hums an agreeing response before he's lead into the bathroom. As the door shuts behind them Kageyama finds arms wrapped around him, tugging at clothing and a tongue fervently exploring his mouth. No matter how tired he is he's never too tired for this, especially if Yamaguchi is happy to accommodate. Which he often is. Kageyama returns the favour as much as possible but knows that it doesn't concern the freckled boy, he's happy to give. And who is Kageyama to refuse?
Parting mouths for less than a few seconds as Yamaguchi expertly – with almost a whole year of hormonal teenage practise – removes their clothes. Kageyama's house is spacious and the bathroom is no exception. Both the bath tub and the shower contain them both and their elicit activities easily.
After turning the water on Yamaguchi herds a fatigue and arousal dazed Kageyama into the shower. They kiss passionately under the warm spurt of water for a while, hands exploring water slippery athletic bodies. Kageyama's head tilts allowing access as Yamaguchi's mouth moves along his jaw, teeth tugging at his earlobe, before he starts licking and sucking at his neck.
"Tad—dashi," he moans breathlessly as he grinds his hardness needily against Yamaguchi's thigh.
There are only two things that make Kageyama vocal: Volleyball and Yamaguchi's mouth. The former because it is his everything – or at least it hand been before Yamaguchi. And the latter because if Kageyama is a master with deft hands then Yamaguchi has heaven sent skill with his tongue and mouth. Kageyama knows which one he prefers.
Yamaguchi backs Kageyama against the cold tiled wall before painfully slowly trailing sucking and nibbling kisses down his torso. The sight of Yamaguchi kneeling on the floor before him with water tumbling down his shoulders is possibly the most erotic thing he's ever seen. Running calloused fingers through his long damp hair to get it out of his face Yamaguchi presses a couple of indulgent kisses to the inside of Kageyama's thighs before gripping his hardened length and instantly taking it in his mouth.
"Ah~nghh," Kageyama lets out an almost strangled moan at the abrupt pleasure bursting to life inside him. "Fu-ck, Ta… Dashi…"
Yamaguchi swirls his tongue around the tip and Kageyama's hand flies to his head, fingers tangling through messy hair. All of Kageyama's blood rushes straight to his groin and as he trembles Yamaguchi's strong hands grip his hips to steady him. This is likely dangerous, the combination of tiredness and impending loss of bodily control in the slippery conditions. With Yamaguchi's hot, hungry mouth around his cock though he can't bring himself to care.
Panting heavily his head hits the tiles hard as he throws it back, Yamaguchi working him into a delightful mess. Groaning and moaning and swearing it takes all of Kageyama's effort and self-control not to thrust or rut his hips into his boyfriend's mouth. Last week Yamaguchi had astonishingly successfully deep throated him but Kageyama doesn't want to push him.
It's true, Kageyama has amazing stamina and enough self-control to have almost complete command over his orgasms. Probably as a result of how much time they spend together. This situation is not when he wants to utilise such control however so he simply lets himself feel it. Feel everything. The pressure of Yamaguchi's strong tongue as it eagerly explores his hardness and the firmness of his fingers buried in the soft skin of his hips and arse.
When Yamaguchi hums with pleasure around his cock Kageyama doesn't have to look down to know that he's stroking himself. The vibration pushes him to breaking point. His fingers tighten fiercely in Yamaguchi's hair but his boyfriend merely moans around him again in response.
"—dashi, I'm- hng!- going to… Close," Kageyama manages to get out between rasping breathes.
Yamaguchi pulls off him with a slick pop and gazes up at him with a heavy lidded, aroused smirk. His lips are swollen and wet with saliva and precum. Kageyama changes his mind, this is the most erotic thing he's ever seen.
"Okay," Yamaguchi says, voice deeper than usual.
Opening his mouth Yamaguchi almost swallows him whole – drawing loud obscenities – before moving his head back and forth. The rhythm is perfect as he drags with wet mouth and tongue enthusiastically along Kageyama's length.
That's it, breaking point.
Panting rapidly his muscles clench uncontrollably as fire burns through his body. He's aware of two things through the orgasm. The first is Yamaguchi's mouth moaning around his cock and sucking him through it. The second is Yamaguchi's eyes on him, watching him intently as he unravels. Everything else fades into nothingness.
Coming down from his orgasm Kageyama feels Yamaguchi's fingers dig painfully into his hip as he rests his head against Kageyama's thigh and strokes himself through his own orgasm. Regaining control of his breathing Kageyama holds out a hand to help his boyfriend off the ground.
Both of them now completely exhausted half-heartedly clean and dry themselves before collapsing in nothing but clean briefs in Kageyama's large bed. Curling into Kageyama, face pressed against his chest, Yamaguchi lets out a contented sigh.
"Still stressed Tobio?"
Kageyama drapes an arm around his shoulders. "Mm, tired."
Yamaguchi's body trembles with a small chuckle before he presses a kiss to his chest. "You're too adorable."
"And you're too perfect," he mumbles a drowsy response, kissing his messy, damp head.
Focussing on the familiar warmth of Yamaguchi's body and his steady breathing Kageyama feels himself drifting off.
"Is it possible to be 'too perfect'?" Yamaguchi ponders out of the silence.
"Sleep, Tadashi."
He laughs. "Yes Captain."
