First of all, I'd like to apologize for the delay of this second chapter (it took me months, damnit! MONTHS! Anyway I had been crazy busy because of the Holiday rush (you'd understand me if you live in the Philippines where Christmas seasons start at September lol). Also, the company I'm working for recently opened a number of branches and getting heavier workloads (I really wish we can hire a new auditor soon TT_TT).

But anyway, I'm finally back to deliver you the next installment of this fic. So to all those who favorited this and waited, thank you very much! Enjoy!

P.S. There seemed to be something wrong with the document manager. Unbeta-ed.

Previously: White day fell on a weekend and Oikawa lowkey invited his volleyball ace on a date. But instead of his beloved Iwa-chan, someone else showed up. And it was none other than the person he hated the most—the Ushijima Wakatoshi.

You Should Have Come...

Ushijima was drenched in sweat, his shirt hugging his sculpted body even more as the sweat make it stick to his beautifully tanned skin, an effect of tireless training outdoor, and a proof of his love for the only thing that makes them somewhat related to each other—volleyball. Oikawa wondered how hard Shiratorizawa's ace train that never once was he able to beat him.

Must be rigorous, Oikawa thought, watching the taller highschooler's heavy breathing. Ushijima's chest was heaving in an interesting rhythm, and his slightly parted lips looked surprisingly soft up close.

Since when did Ushijima look this hot?

Oikawa mentally shook his head. He wanted to strangle himself for thinking just that. Oh, how he wanted to lick those sweat off Ushijima's face. Right, those pesky sweat, which fell freely from his forehead down his long neck, was blameworthy of Ushijima's sudden hotness. Yet Oikawa found himself grimacing from displeasure when Ushijima did him a favor by wiping the sweat off his chin using the neck of his shirt.

"What are you doing here?" Ushijima asked. His voice was as cold as his body was hot. He sounded like he was about to scold Oikawa for standing there idly on a really nice weekend morning.

"What are you doing here?" Oikawa asked back, narrowing his eyes and propping his free hand on his waist. Thanks to those words and he was back from his sick thoughts. "This isn't a place to jog around and work out." He meant that Ushijima's outfit looked rather out of place on the now crowding shopping district. More and more couples in their crisp and fresh and best casual clothes or skirts were filling the streets and nearby coffee shops. Others even looked sparkling just by standing side by side their partners.

And here they were, exchanging fiery glares, bodies emitting auras of pure hatred.

"So I was right." Ushijima's annoying monotone made Oikawa raise a brow. "You were the best yet you let your talent depreciate by wasting a day like this on a date instead of training."

"Heh?" Oikawa's brow went higher as a smirk appeared on his face. He was sure of it. Ushijima's voice, no matter how monotone, hinted jealousy. "Says the man who can't have a date on this day instead of training."

"Is a date more important than going to and winning the Nationals?" The question sounded rather matter-of-factly, like a great slap on Oikawa's face, like this date was the sole reason despite all his training and talent and effort, his team never won against Shiratorizawa.

And it irked him. So much that his right hand fell from his waist, and was suddenly balled to a tight fist, so as his left. His hands were clutched so tight he almost crushed the box his left hand was holding. Almost. But he didn't. Instead, for some odd reasons, the box jumped from his hand. Like a cat choked unintentionally but jumped away anyway.

What's worse, the box fell open, spilling and revealing its precious content.

All of Oikawa's anger vanished, panic becoming his top emotion. His mind seemed to stop working while he was so torn between sinking down to retrieve the remote control of the toy inside him, and looking up to see Ushijima's face so he could decide what fib to tell him.

But his instinct told him never to look at Ushijima, especially now that his face heat up way too much it felt like burning. He was ready to kneel but his eyes caught Ushijima's large hand picking up the love toy's control.

Ushijima looked at the small rectangular object with a clip at the back and a wheel-like button in its front. An ipod, so it seemed. But it looked pretty decent and new for an old version of a music gadget. What fascinated him though was the word written in the middle of the white wheel. Instead of the usual play-pause symbols, the word "HIGH" was printed on it. Could it be that it was the latest version which ultimate feature is to play music in full volume with just one click?

Ushijima's curiosity towards the gadget made him click the said button, but he guessed he had to first turn it on before anything happens as he didn't hear any sound from it.

But a high-pitched noise, like a tormented groan, reached his ears. And it came from Oikawa.

He looked up and found the Seijoh captain doubled over, one hand wrapped around his stomach and another over his mouth in a rather desperate way, as if trying to choke up the sound he made earlier.

Ushijima's forehead furrowed. Even with his head bowed, he was sure Oikawa's face suddenly turned red. And he looked like he was about to burst, to vomit even.

"O-Oi." Out of concern, Ushijima tried to reach Oikawa, but the latter pulled himself away from the Shiratorizawa ace.

"No…" Oikawa begged in a breathy voice. That was all he could to try to keep his voice from coming out as a moan which was no easy feat now that the vibrator inside him was stirring like crazy. The hand on his mouth flew in front of him, wanting to keep Ushijima at an arm's length, but his knees betrayed him that he had to clutch the taller male's shoulder for support. He breathed out another "No" when Ushijima tried to catch him by the waist. "Don't… touch. Just. That… just… g-give that… back."

Puzzled as he was, Ushijima didn't ask what Oikawa was talking about. He simply stood there, hands in midair still wishing to assist the man who was doubled over in front of him. He observed the setter's heavy breathing, drinking every inch of his embarrassed expression. Which was… beyond beautiful—that natural blush across the milky white face, brown eyes framed by thick lashes, those thin, parted lips sucking the same air he was breathing in. What did he do to deserve this?

"P-Please…" Oikawa's painful gasp pulled Ushijima from his stupor, his fist getting tighter above the Shiratorizawa ace's shirt. The toy was moving nonstop on high speed, even going deeper in his ass, torturing him as if it has a life on its own. "The controller."

"Controller?" Ushijima repeated in a whisper, his furrow deepening in confusion. He looked at the blue ipod in his hand another time. And then it hit him. Yeah, what in the world did he do to deserve this?

"Oikawa…"

Oikawa noticed how the taller male's voice sounded deeper than usual when he said his name. But he had no time to think about that as the lefty ace grabbed both of his shoulders. Now he couldn't help but look up at him, giving him the pleasure of watching his blushing face.

He couldn't read through Ushijima's expression though. Yes, he always puts on a serious face, but that signature cold look seemed stained with something else.

"Who exactly is your date?" Now the deep monotone suddenly transitioned to a suspicious one.

Had he noticed? "W-What?" He prayed to all the gods he knew that the nervousness in his voice didn't give him in, if Ushijima still hadn't had a clue as to what was really happening to him, that is. But given his question, he should start expecting the worst.

"Who is it?" Ushijima repeated, even his eyes were piercing him deeper, searching the answer in his teary brown gaze. "Is it a man? Did he force you into it?"

The hands over Oikawa's shoulders tightened, bringing shivers down his spine. It also made him squeeze his ass tighter, causing the vibrator inside him go even deeper.

"Ah~" was the soft moan that escaped his mouth. He couldn't help it anymore so he simply closed his eyes, trying to avoid the taller male's gaze again. Ah, he so wanted to come. And the idea of doing just that in such a public place thrilled the exhibitionist he didn't know lived inside of him.

The sight was simply torture to Ushijima, now that he understood what's happening to Oikawa, the beautiful and talented setter he had always admired. Oikawa's form during his powerful serves played inside Ushijima's head. Such beautiful form. The way that slim body curve and bend, and how his back arched before hitting the ball. If he could see him arc like that naked and on top of him, how blessed would his eyes be!

The thought clouded his mind completely and before he knew it, he was dragging Oikawa somewhere less crowded. Oikawa wanted to escape, to fight back, to release himself from Ushijima's hold, but the latter's fingers were locked strongly around his wrist. And the continuous vibrations inside him didn't help his resistance.

The egg was rubbing him good with every move. And he was starting to get hard! Curse that stupid egg and his stupid idea of putting it inside him while waiting for someone who he knew wouldn't show up.

The idea of Iwaizumi standing him up pained and upset him at the same time. He really shouldn't have expected. Shouldn't have invited him. Shouldn't—

Bam!

He was pinned on a wall all of a sudden. They were now on a darkened alley, away from the racket of the busy shopping district. He didn't even know where exactly he is now, though he was sure they didn't walk too far.

"Now will you tell me what's going on inside of you?" Ushijima asked in his deep monotone. The alley was dark it was hard to make out the lefty's expression.

Ah, but what indeed was going on inside him? Well, his tight little hole was being violated by a toy, stretching him and giving him inexplicable pleasure. His face was as red as a ripe tomato now. He was so embarrassed of his state, yet the idea of being hidden in the shadows enchanted him to move his hips back and forth in the same rhythm as the vibrator. The hands that were supposed to push Ushijima away stayed on his sides, feeling the hard wall for anything he could grab for support.

It's dark in here anyway, maybe Ushijima won't see, he told himself.

But the Shiratorizawa captain was watching him intently. He could clearly see Oikawa's lewd expression—his half closed eyes, his enticing red lips that were parted in such a seductive way, the rocking of his hips, and yes, the tempting bulge in front of him. It was so tempting he couldn't help but grab it with his dominant hand.

Oikawa released another moan, which sounded like heavenly music to Ushijima's ears. "Don't… touch me there." His hand finally found its way on the lefty's left shoulder, but still, he was too powerless to try and push him.

"Now, now. Is it 'don't' or 'touch me there,' Oikawa?" Ushijima d. A rare evil grin formed in his usually expressionless face.

"B-Bastard! Ah~"

Ushijima's smirk went wider, groping Oikawa's cladded hard-on under his calloused hand. Even with the layers of clothing in between them, he could still feel the setter's warmth. Just how addicting could it get?

One hand flew on Oikawa's mouth. His moans were unstoppable. The sensation given by the vibrator and the enemy ace was too much for him to handle. Anymore of it and he'll go insane for sure.

"How does it feel, being stimulated on both sides? And doing it on a public place, too. Aren't you such a pervert?" Those were obviously insults, and Oikawa wondered how those words made him feel even hotter. Just when did he become a massochist?

"Ah… Ushi…waka…chan," was the only retort he could muster. He couldn't help his voice, nor his drool, nor his growing urge to climax, which didn't escape Ushijima's observant eyes.

"Do you want to come, Oikawa?"

Oikawa breathed out yet another lewd moan, he wanted to nod and say yes, to surrender to the lefty's magical touch. He wanted so much to come and he was indeed on the edge. Yet a part of his mind told him to hold out. Because damn, it was his mortal enemy who was touching him! The idea itself should gross him out, not turn him on. He shouldn't give him. And he won't!

"Sto… stop! No more!" Oikawa pleaded in between pants. "I don't… want this."

Only Iwa-chan. I only want Iwa-chan… he told himself over and over.

Ushijima frowned at the stubborn setter's answer. He knew Oikawa was so close, his rocking hips were practically begging for release. Yet he was telling him to stop?

He rubbed Oikawa faster and harder. "You sure about that?"

"Please…" Oikawa begged, his eyes were both shut closed now. He didn't want to see his tormentor's face, nor let the tears forming in his eyes to escape. But damn, he really wanted to come! "Stop it… Just sto—"

And then it stopped.

It was so abrupt his eyes automatically popped open in surprise. He looked at Ushijima, who paraded his signature frown and serious expression.

What the? He almost blurt out.

"If you really don't want it then I'm not going to force you."

Just what kind of asshole are you for saying that now? Oikawa wished to demand, but helped himself. He shouldn't feel disappointed. Not the least bit! He didn't want to be groped by his enemy in the first place!

"I was preposterous for thinking I should help. Then."

Just that and Ushijima spun around and walked away. Not looking back once. Not saying anything. He simply left like nothing happened, leaving Oikawa in such a state.

Crap.

Konnichiwa, minna!

I really want to make this fic a long one (I have like tons of ideas for this, like including a practice match between the two teams where Ushijima and Oikawa will have a rather risky bet *I wish my laptop can draw lenny faces,* Oikawa getting jealous about Ushijima and Tendou's closeness, Iwaizumi discovering the secrets the two captains share, and many other naughty and nice stuffs lol.) But I feel like I won't be able to write regularly given my tight schedule T_T but for those who are willing to wait for eternity, I'll be sure to update it somehow.

Again, thank you for reading this. Feedbacks?