Love is not Extinct ~ HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

Lust is a Spell

Oikawa Toru had a perfect life. He was born into a wealthy family, raised with the best education, the finest of foods, the newest clothes, and technology. He could have anything he wanted. He had his dream job with a high status position that allowed him to continue to live the comfortable lifestyle that he had grown so accustomed to. What more could anyone want in life?

A lot. Oikawa wanted a lot more from his life.

Drumming his fingers anxiously on his desk, he stared down at his phone, feeling impatient. It had been nearly ten minutes now and he still hadn't received a response yet. "What could he be doing?" he grumbled to himself as he picked up his phone and opened it up again to check that he in fact had not received a response.

Scrolling back up, he looked through the conversation they'd had last night.

[22:02] Oikawa Toru: I know it's last minute but I was wondering if you were free tomorrow night?

[22:05] Oikawa Toru: I would be willing to put in a little extra for it being so last minute.

[22:11] Oikawa Toru: If you already have plans just let me know. Though I promise I will make it worth your time.

[22:17] Hibi-chan3: I should be free but I need to double check my schedule. I'll text you tomorrow once I know for sure.

[22:19] Oikawa Toru: Sounds good! ˶ Ɛ ˵

[23:37] Hibi-chan3: Do you have any special requests?

By the time he had gotten the last text he had fallen asleep. In the morning he was rushed to get to work and they had been very busy all day, preparing for the trick-or-treating event that would be happening soon, so he didn't respond till after lunch, then responded once again about ten minutes prior to confirm that their plans were set in stone.

[13:26] Oikawa Toru: Mmm, well it is Halloween, perhaps I'll have a spell cast upon me to have a wild night? I'm craving you so bad.

[17:31] Oikawa Toru: Were you able to confirm your schedule? What time should I be ready for you?

"Oikawa-san?"

"What?" Oikawa snapped at the young museum archivist who had peeked his head into his office to get his attention. The brunette jumped slightly at his boss's sharp tone and had to resist cowering behind the door in surprise. Usually the museum curator was very well mannered and pleasant with people around him. With a sigh, Oikawa pocketed his phone and sat up straight in his chair, mentally correcting his persona back into work mode. "Sorry Yuda. What is it that you needed?"

Seeing the curator back to his calm self Yuda stepped into the office, self-consciously adjusting his tie, making sure that he was presentable in front of his boss. "I was just coming to let you know that Yahaba-san wants your approval of the decorations in the lobby."

"I see. Well of course!" Oikawa smiled, standing up. "I will come do that now. I hope that everyone else has completed their tasks, the museum will be opening up for the children to start trick-or-treating in twenty minutes."

"I think everyone is on track, sir," Yuda replied as he turned to follow Oikawa as he walked out of his office, but nearly ran into him when he stopped in front of the desk only a few feet from his office door. He smirked softly down at the employee who intentionally ignored him, though Oikawa knew that he could sense his presence.

"Tsukishima, shouldn't you be out helping with the setup of the different exhibits. I did mention that we needed all hands on deck to be able to pull this off today, didn't I?"

"Yeah, I think something like that might have been said," Tsukishima replied dryly as he flipped the page of the report he was reviewing, still not bothering to look up. It took nearly all of Oikawa's willpower to resist snapping back and making a comment that might be rather unsavory for the work environment. Even if his own subordinate was not giving him the respect he felt he deserved.

He breathed out through his nose. "Then why are you at your desk Megane-kun?" His tone was light and teasing but both men knew that he was mocking him.

"Because I have other work to finish." Tsukishima replied simply. "I completed my required tasks for my assigned exhibit and now I am finishing this work so that I can go home and enjoy the rest of the evening with my family."

Tapping the edges of the report pages, Tsukishima straightened up the pages before laying them on his desk and standing up. As he walked past him, Tsukishima put his hand on Oikawa's shoulder and smirked.

"You know," he whispered. "I happen to know that you also wear glasses, in case you forgot. And there are a few other things about you that might just slip out of my mouth when other's are around if you continue to use that stupid name to refer to me." He patted his boss's shoulder before continuing to walk past him. "I have to go do the last inventory check for the new exhibit. See you guys in a bit."

Oikawa glared at the blond's back as he walked off, disappearing into the storage area. He was tempted to go after him. No one talked to him like that and Tsukishima always had a knack for making him irritated. There was only one thing that could cool that irritation and redirect his focus, and when he heard the voice he perked up, looking over in the direction of the security center.

"Tell Yahaba that I will be there in a few minutes." Oikawa instructed Yuda before he stuck his hands in his pocket and made his way over to the room where the security guards monitored the museum surveillance, humming happily to himself.

When he walked into the room he found two guards, both dressed in a black uniform, monitoring the multiple screens in front of them. The first one was sitting in one of the chairs trying to type up a report from an incident that had happened earlier on in the week. He reached back, scratching in black hair that he wore spiked straight up, in a way that made it resemble a turnip or an onion. Kendaichi Yutara was an eager and fast learner but was still a fairly new member of the staff and had a lot left to learn.

Standing next to him, leaning over and pointing at something on the screen as he explained it to Kindaichi, was none other than the museum's head of security, Iwaizumi Hajime. Iwaizumi also just happened to be one of Oikawa's most favorite people in the world. Oikawa smirked as he looked over the man, boy, did he look good in his uniform. The fabric matched his messy, spiked hair and the short sleeves of the shirt showed off his well developed muscles, especially as he stood back up and looped his thumbs into his belt, his arms flexing slightly.

"Iwa-chan! You are back!" Oikawa beamed and went over to him, intending to put his arm around the man's shoulders,0p but found himself with nothing to lean on as the slightly shorter male had stepped to the side to avoid the contact.

"What do you want, Oikawa?"

It was a well known fact among all of those who worked at the Seijoh Museum that it was not a smart idea to talk back to Oikawa and especially not smart to insult him. This rule was universal, except for Iwaizumi. From the day that he first started, Iwaizumi had been an exception to all the rules regarding Oikawa. Thankfully for the rest of the staff, Iwaizumi never cared to abuse it; he would come in and do his work without expecting special treatment. The only thing he really took advantage of was the fact that, unlike the rest of the staff, he didn't have to cater to the whims of the flirtatious and childish curator.

"Aww, Iwa-chan, don't be so mean." Oikawa smiled, flicking his hair away from his face in a way that always made men and women alike swoon.

Iwaizumi watched him unphased.

"So Iwa-chan, do you have plans for tonight? Why don't you let me take you out?"

Kindaichi had to hold back a moan as he tried to focus on his work and pretend like he wasn't stuck in the middle of his boss's very blunt advances on his supervisor. He decided that Oikawa really had no shame.

"No, I don't have plans tonight." Iwaizumi responded as he leaned back down, looking over what Kindaichi was typing in his report and absentmindedly nodding in approval. "But no, I do not want to go out with you."

"So mean, Iwa-chan!" Oikawa whined.

Iwaizumi sighed, standing up as he looked over at his boss. "It is not mean for me to turn you down. We go over this everyday." He walked over and opened the security office door in anticipation of the arrival of a familiar visitor. "You can go find someone else to whine to; you have people lining up at your door who would love to let you take them to dinner."

"It's not the same…" he mumbled, though he knew that Iwaizumi couldn't hear him.

"Hey kid," Iwaizumi said, as the boy came in and the door shut behind him, before he looked back at Oikawa. "It's hard for me to imagine that you don't already have plans lined up for tonight anyway. You always seem to have something to do."

At this Oikawa pouted, folding his arms and looking at Iwaizumi with a frown. "I have plans, but I would cancel them for you."

Kindaichi nearly choked on his soda as the seven-year-old walked over and sat in one of the other security office chairs, like he usually did when he came to wait for his father. "Are you okay, Kindaichi-san?" Haruhisa asked, genuinely concerned as he tilted his head to the side, watching his father's co-worker trying to stop from coughing as his eyes watered.

Kindaichi just nodded giving the boy a thumbs up before looking back at the two behind him, not able to help but watch to see his supervisor's reaction to the curators bold statement. Oikawa had his arms folded as he waited expectantly for a response but Iwaizumi maintained the same expression as he always did, unimpressed.

"Don't cancel your plans or you will end up spending the night alone." His words were blunt and unsympathetic as he took his seat in the remaining office chair, turning to the computer and logging in to do some work.

"Fine." Owikawa huffed in annoyance as he turned on his heel. "One day you are going to regret how cold you are to me."

"I doubt it. Have fun with your plans tonight Trashykawa."

And with one final glare, Oikawa left the room annoyed and now in a foul mood as he headed out to go check on Yahaba and his project. Kindaichi chuckled after he felt like the curator was out of earshot while Harushia just looked over at the men, seeming slightly perplexed by the situation.

"How is it that you can talk to him like that and not get fired? It amazes me every time." He grinned as he continued to try and hold back more laughter.

"Because, unlike the rest of you." He paused for a split second to pull out his phone from his pocket before leaning back in his chair and opening up his text messages, smiling as he read the most recent unread messages. "I am not scared of Curator Oikawa Toru."

[13:26] Oikawa Toru: Mmm, well it is Halloween perhaps I'll have a spell cast upon me to have a wild night? I'm craving you so bad.

[17:31] Oikawa Toru: Were you able to confirm your schedule? What time should I be ready for you?

He didn't let it show on the outside, but he was satisfied seeing these words on his screen. He quickly typed his reply before turning forward to focus on finishing his work before his shift was up.

[17:46] Hibiki Yasu: Yeah I am good to go tonight. I'll meet you at your place at 21:00. Be ready in your study with your lights off.

This was a familiar routine for Iwaizumi. After almost five years, it wasn't a surprise that he had no hesitation when he pulled out the key and unlocked the door to the luxury penthouse apartment and stepped inside the darkened interior. He took off his shoes and dropped his back, making himself at home as usual, though he was careful to keep his hood up just in case. Though he had never needed to worry. Oikawa was always very particular about how he liked these meetings to go. He never varied and he never broke the rules.

Quietly, he moved forward into the entryway and made his way down the hall towards the study. The smell of sandalwood and cinnamon wafted over him as he made his way through the familiar surroundings until he came to a door in the hall that was left slightly ajar. The room was dark except the pale moonlight that shone through the large french doors that lay beyond what he could see.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Iwaizumi slowly tapped the wood of the doorframe three times to indicate he had arrived.

"Enter."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a long, thick strip of silk fabric from his pocket as he pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Oikawa's silhouette was crisp in the moonlight as he sat perfectly still on the edge of the chaise lounge that was in the middle of the room, with his back facing Iwaizumi as he looked out the window.

Breathing out slowly, he stepped forward, the cloth dangling from the tips of his fingers, almost touching the floor. Once behind him, Iwaizumi reached forward, draping the cloth over Oikawa's chest, sliding it gently up his chest, along his neck, and in front of his face. The man before him swayed in response to the motion as if he was mesmerized by the feel of the silk. Iwaizumi leaned down and kissed the tender skin of the brunette's neck as he whispered, his voice a hiss that tickled along the man's exposed skin.

"I can't have you peeking so I'm afraid I'm going to have to blind fold you now." He dragged his tongue up Oikawa's neck and to the base of his ear, his voice husky and warm. "You see Oikawa, I am going to put a spell on you and then you'll be mine." He drug out the last word with a heavy and breathy emphasis as he reached up and placed the cloth over Oikawa's eyes, tying it in the back, tight enough to know it wouldn't slip but not so tight as to make the man uncomfortable.

Once he was sure that the blindfold was secure, Iwaizumi pulled off his hood and unzipped his jacket, pulling it off as he walked around to stand in front of Oikawa. As he took in the sight, his mind wandered for a moment to the situation he had experienced earlier in the day, with this man but in a much different setting.

"I have plans, but I would cancel them for you."

He shook his head as Oikawa's words echoed in his mind. Now wasn't really the time to be thinking about something like that. He was in way too deep. Stepping forward, Iwaizumi put both his hands on Oikawa's shoulders before leaning in and kissing him passionately. The man sighed in response, opening his mouth to receive the fervent and sloppy kiss, as Iwaizumi's hands slid slowly up his shoulders and neck before cupping his face to hold him in place. Iwaizumi's tongue danced along every inch of his partner's mouth as their teeth clashed and Oikawa moaned with the contact.

Iwaizumi moved forward, straddling the man below him as he continued the passionate kiss with a feverish pace, trying not to think about today, but Oikawa's words kept coming back to his mind like a record on repeat. I have plans, but I would cancel them for you. Cancel them for you. For you.

With frustration he pulled back, letting out an unintentional sigh. Why did Oikawa have to make things so complicated? Even when he didn't know what he was doing.

"Hibiki-chan?" Oikawa whispered softly, his head tilting slightly to the side, as if he was looking up at him with confusion or perhaps concern, even though Iwaizumi knew that he couldn't see him through the blindfold.

"Humm?" He hummed in response as he leaned forward, ghosting his lips along the defined muscles of his neck, encouraging Oikawa to tilt his head farther to the side and give the man more access to his delicate skin.

"Is everything alright?" His voice was low and breathy as he pushed it out through the pleasure that washed over him, starting to cloud his brain.

Iwaizumi nodded as he nipped at his neck gently. "Of course," he whispered as he pulled back a little to look down at the beautiful man whose lap he sat on. He was completely submissive to him, with his blindfold on and lit in only the faint moonlight he almost looked surreal, something mythical and magical that didn't belong in this world.

And these unwelcome thoughts had to stop.

Five years. Maybe trying to keep this up for five years really had been a bad idea.

Iwaizumi had grown up in a completely different world than Oikawa had. He grew up poor, with a drunk for a father and a flaky mother, it had been a miracle that he had made it through school as it was, but no matter how hard he worked he didn't have the money to go to university. His father's debts had been placed on his shoulders and he had nowhere to go to escape.

So he did the only thing he could to provide for himself: he sold his body. And that was how he had met Oikawa. And to this day Oikawa didn't have a clue who he really was.

His pseudonym was Hibiki Yasu, and though Oikawa occasionally heard his voice during their dates, he had never seen his face. When Oikawa had first come to the agency Iwaizumi had worked at, he had a specific request: he didn't want to see, he just wanted to feel; he wanted sensory deprivation.

Naturally, Iwaizumi was happy to oblige. It meant that he didn't have to face a smile or make sure he wore an interested expression. As long as this customer felt the pleasure, he wouldn't know any different. And apparently he felt the pleasure, because Oikawa began to request only him. And once Iwaizumi had saved up enough to start university after a year, Oikawa was one of the few clients that continued to contact him after he left the agency, which helped him pay his bills.

Two years after first meeting Oikawa, he heard about the open position at the museum where Oikawa worked. Oikawa has just been talking, like he did while Iwaizumi got dressed after a date, when he mentioned that his job had been stressful recently as they had been struggling to fill a position after having to fire someone suddenly.

Iwaizumi hadn't been expecting to qualify for the position but he decided to at least try. Working as a security officer would at least be a lot better than what he was doing now. He never told Oikawa of course, at best it would help him get the job, but he would have to work with his boss, knowing what he has done and having experienced it himself. And of course, on the flip side, Oikawa was serious about his work and probably wouldn't want to hire a security officer who had previously made a living doing such frowned upon services.

He was surprised when he got the job. And was even more thrilled that he could drop his clients and start living a normal life. Even if he did have to see Oikawa everyday, his boss didn't know what he did and didn't know that he knew far too much about his bosses preferences in bed. But for some reason, though he had dropped all his other clients, he kept seeing Oikawa. Every time he would get that text, he would intend to tell him he was no longer seeing clients but he would end up texting back and agreeing to meet up.

So here he was, now the supervisor of the security staff at the museum, he had finished school, had his own apartment, and a career, but he still could never say no to Oikawa.

"I'm just trying to decide exactly what I want to do to you once I have you under my spell." he breathed low in Oikawa's ear as he rolled his hips gently against the man's lap eliciting a surprised moan from him. Sliding slowly off, Iwaizumi put one hand on the other man's chest guiding him to shift and lay back on the chaise as he lowered himself to his knees on the floor between Oikawa's legs still dangling off the edge.

The curator moaned and bit his bottom lip as he felt large, firm hands inching up his thighs and the pressure of Iwaizumi's mouth over the ever growing bulge in his pants. He craved for more and Iwaizumi had to hold back a smirk at how easy it was to make this normally arrogant and self-important man writhe under the simplest touch.

Once his hands found Oikawa's hips he reached up undoing the buckle of his belt and unfastening his pants. As soon as he had finished the brunette lifted his hips allowing Iwaizumi to remove the clothing. Iwaizumi's mouth only left him just long enough for the clothing to be removed before Oikawa found himself being taken into the man's warm and wet mouth without warning.

"Gah…" he breathed out as his hips instinctively buckled forward wanting more. He reached down till his fingers found the familiar feeling of short smooth hair and grasped onto the locks firmly as his partners head bobbed up and down. "Mmm, Hibi-cha..ah..ha" he huffed and moaned, not able to finish the words as he felt himself being taken even deeper into the man's mouth.

Oikawa's breathing became erratic as he felt himself reaching his climax and as he felt himself peak he gripped tighter onto Iwaizumi's hair unable to stop himself any longer from thrusting forward into this man's mouth as he rode out his orgasim. When he was finished he let his body fall limply back onto the chaise, his hand that had been entangled in Iwaizumi's locks fell to the side.

But Iwaizumi didn't give him a chance to catch his breath before starting his next task. The only warning that Oikawa received was the click sound as Iwaizumi opened a bottle before he felt the suddenly cold sensation of lubricant against his hole and the sensation of a single large digit entering him. He moaned as Iwaizumi's hand moved in and out, warming and stretching him in the most pleasurable ways.

By the time he put in the second finger and started to scissor him, Oikawa was a moaning mess once again. "Mmm...oh...Hibi…you are so damn good at this…" he cursed under his breath arching his back as Iwaizumi found a particularly pleasurable angle. "you know exactly how to touch me...ah..ha…"

Iwaizumi didn't respond but Oikawa thought that he heard a soft low chuckle from the man as he reached up and his fingers began to slowly move up his dress shirt, undoing each of the buttons one at a time until the cloth feel open to revel Oikawa's sculpted chest. Oikawa felt a tingle run down his spine as large warm hands began to caress the curves of his muscles making their way up from his abs to his chest, teasing his sensitive nipples one at a time.

When Iwaizumi removed both his hands and stood up Oikawa whimpered at the loss.

"Patience." Iwaizumi ordered in a low husky voice and Oikawa could hear the sound of the man undoing his own belt. "I'm not finished yet. Are you ready?" Oikawa nodded and listened closely trying to hear the sound of rustling clothing above his own heavy breathing.

Reaching down, Iwaizumi guided both of Oikawa's hands up above his head and in the same moment the curator felt the warm, firm body press up against him he heard a loud click and the feeling of cold metal around his wrist. Though the handcuffs were secure Iwaizumi kept one large hand around the burnett's wrist as his other hand adjusted Oikawa's legs so that he could get into position.

Leaning down, Iwaizumi nipped at his partner's ear lobe before whispering. "Are you sure you're ready? Because once I put my spell on you, you'll be mine."

Oikawa whimpered in anticipation before he moaned, feeling the man's own erect member brushing against his entrance, warm and aching to fill Oikawa. "Yes, what are you waiting for?" he breathed feeling impatient and craving what was about to come. "Make me yours. Take me."

And with those words Iwaizumi did just that. With one swift thrust he entered and shattered any coherent thought Oikawa had into oblivion.

A/N: For the record, this is not where I had planned for this chapter to go. Haha! But I have no regrets! I did intend most of this chapter to be more cute daddy-Tsukki and Haru-kun moments but once I started to introduce Oikawa and his role in this fic I just felt the need to keep going. There will be lots of Tsukki & Haru moments still to come anyway! I hope you all liked it. My next chapter will also be focused on another couple that will be in the background of this fic that I am really excited about. Let me know what you think!

-chan: Is for anything cute. That means you'll usually attach -chan to girls names, young boys, babies, and even sometimes pets. But also you'll hear it used with celebrity names, boyfriends, girlfriends, close friends, siblings, grandparents etc.

Megane: Glasses

-kun: is most often used for younger boys, it's not exclusive. The meaning expresses respect for someone of "lower" status than you or, most often, younger than you.

-san: the English equivalent is "Mr.", "Mrs." or "Ms.". This is a gender neutral word and is the most common honorific used.