Chapter 7: HEAT

The Moon

It is a rare occurrence indeed for Kageyama to voluntarily appear in front of Tsukishima outside of the Volleyball Club. Save for unpleasant instances where they would share gym classes or cross paths in the hallway, the two have mutually agreed that when it came to facing each other, less is more. So it comes as a surprise when Tsukishima finds himself being called by the aforementioned setter from his classroom to discuss a certain fiery-haired classmate.

"I know this is sudden," Kageyama started, his eyes darting from Tsukishima's face, to the ceiling, to his face once again. "I asked the others before you" he justifies "about- Hinata." Tsukishima glanced at the hallway coolly, seeing Hinata nowhere nearby before looking at Kageyama again. He crossed his arms.

"And what exactly do you expect me to know that the others don't? It's not as though Hinata and I are particularly close, rather I'd think that position would go to you." He thought for a moment. "Or anyone else in the school for that matter."

Kageyama seemed a bit cross eyed with this response, but he forced himself to try again.

"What I mean is, you're- observant." He clipped out. "I've seen how you move in the court. You notice things."

"I notice things."

Kageyama nodded. Well.

"While I appreciate the notion of you realizing and commending my observation skills, I have not however, invested my free time into monitoring your partner in crime." The words was said easily enough but as Tsukishima turned around and was about to head back to his desk, an image of the smaller boy popped into his head, bloodshot eyes and all. "But I will say that whatever it is that is bothering the shrimp, I'd say it's probably something outside of school."

Kageyama didn't say anything else as he made his leave.

Practice was held as usual. Though in this case, it felt very unusual, as the outbursts of a particular fiery-headed boy was missing the entire time.

The captain suggested calling his home to ask if he was okay, if only to ease their growing apprehension and worry.

Tsukishima would admit that at this point, he was probably worried as well.

Present

The Sun

The crickets were finally out, making a cacophony of sound that substituted for background noise instead of busy traffic for once. Hinata walked until he reached a fairly abandoned park. He sat on a shabby looking swing set, making himself comfortable -or as comfortable as one could be outdoors in the blistering heat. He skipped practice. Kageyama was going to kill him. But he couldn't go to training, not today. If he did, they could see it in his limp and know what he did last night.

Last night. His cheeks burned with shame.

You're tight again.

He shut his ears with his hands.

Go ahead, come.

Everything felt like too much. Like his skin was woven too tight and his stomach was churning.

He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Day Six

The boy was led upstairs to take a hot shower. The layout of the place was simplistic enough, similar grey wallpaper that line the hallways and rooms. It was however, extremely spacious, so spacious in fact, that the one time the boy had tried to make a run for it, he was met with so many twists and turns that he ended up at a dead end and was punished severely. His back still tingled every time they rub against his t-shirt.

"In you go." The man said, pushing the boy into the bathroom. He then continued to undress the boy, taking great measure to appreciate the redness that spreads not only on the boy's face and ears but also on his upper chest. The man wonders how long the boy will remain shy with his exposed body before he gets used to it.

"Beautiful." He sighs, stroking the exposed flesh before him, reveling in the the smoothness of it before the boy's skin prickled with goose bumps. "Cold isn't it?" Before, he would simply use the showerhead to spray the boy, lather him with soap and be done with it; unwilling to wait a second longer before he could devour the boy. But today, he wanted to bid his time. The bathtub, it seems, will be put to good use.

He turns the faucet, filling the intimate space with the sound of rushing water and steam. The boy looks at him with confused ridden eyes but the man merely motions for him to get in the tub. And so he does, wincing slightly at the sudden heat.

"Feel better?" The man asks, turning his back on the boy for a second to retrieve a bottle of soap, only to find it missing. That's right, he had brought it to the other bathroom the previous night. With an annoyed sigh, he makes his leave to retrieve the bottle of soap, but not before giving the boy a stern warning to remain in the tub.

The journey wasn't far, just a few paces to the left. It was so close, he could still hear the water rushing.

And the sound of the boy splashing out.

As quickly as he had gone, the man returned, ready to discipline the insolent brat-

"I- It's was too hot!"

He stopped at the sight displayed before him. Dripping wet, the boy's pale face was completely flushed, coupled with a slightly frightened, deer in headlights look, and his breathing uneven. The man's eyes trailed after a wayward droplet that skidded from the boy's face, down his throat and to his chest. The boy then averted his eyes, but when the man said nothing, he peeked up through thick lashes and soft red hair that was just slightly out of his eyes.

The man nearly shuddered with lust.

Doing it in the bathtub was certainly an appealing idea, but he had already prepared for his previous idea. With a frustrated sigh, the man walked towards the faucet, (the boy nearly falling as he skidded to the side to let the man through) and turned it to cold. He tested the water and when he found it satisfactory, closed the faucet and motioned once again for the boy to get in.

This time, he retrieved the soap without any more mishaps.

The boy had felt languid and numb since the man had given him some sort of concoction to drink earlier on, which he was forced to ingest. The hot bath had returned some feeling into his fingers and toes, and while his insides still felt cold with ragged worry and dread, the bath felt soothing. More than he'd like to admit.

When the man returned with a bottle of soap that smelled like sandalwood, he lathered a generous amount on the boy's head, massaging deep into his scalp. The boy kept his back so frigid and straight that he nearly jumped when he heard the man chuckle.

"Relax Shoyo," Despite the order, the boy didn't relax until at least 10 minutes into the lengthy bath. The smell wafted in the air, coupled with the warmth, the boy finds himself slightly sleepy. He hadn't had much of a chance to get any form of proper rest since this nightmare began. Maybe he was dreaming right now, of light touches and warm baths. Maybe if he woke up, he'd find himself at home.

The boy had finally started relaxing his entire body, his eyes half lidded. The man casually massaged the boy, beginning from his scalp and moving downwards, encompassing the area behind the boy's ears, gently stroking the neck. The boy stiffened for half a second, but then relaxed once more when the man continued the docile stroking. Almost innocent in his ministrations. The boy peeked at the man, unsure what he was supposed to be doing.

How cute.

"Sit on the edge for a moment." He ordered, but watching his tone. The water sloshed around for a bit, then the boy was sitting on the edge, most of his legs still dunked into the tub. The man lathered his hands and started earnestly cleaning the boy, rubbing on his petite chest, the small of his back. The boy gritted his teeth, the redness in his face returning with a vengeance. The man purposely slid his hands close but not quite touching his sensitive regions. Suds began collecting and sliding off of the boy.

A hand reached between the boy's leg, touching the pelvis, the inside of his thigh, stroking almost languidly, clinically. The boy's shoulder shook with small tremors, his eyes staring directly at the hand touching him. The man made a show of trailing his fingers on the boy's inner thigh, liking how the boy tried to close his legs before the man pried them open once more.

"I'll clean you now," The man whispered into the boy's ear, making him tremble before the hand grabbed the boy's half hard member and began stroking it slowly. The suds easily lubricated the twitching member, and soon the warmth, slow pace and easy friction had the boy panting.

"Guh..." The boy had his eyes shut tight, his head tilted back. He was biting his lips, keeping his moans in.

Once, twice...

He felt pre cum slither down the side of the boy's cock-

"Alright." The man said, letting go of the small member. The boy fluttered his eyes open, looking at the man with an equal parts lustful and confused look. The man smiled down at him. "Get back in the tub so I can rinse you."

The boy blushed harder, slid back into the tub and clamped his knees together. The man hummed as he rinsed the boy with warm water, his own member straining against his pants.

It felt uncomfortable. The boy was given a very large sweater to wear, and nothing else. Granted, the fabric was thin enough, and it covered his thighs, but the boy still felt awkward wearing it. It didn't help that he felt an unpleasant stickiness between his thighs every time he moved. He didn't want to think about what happened in the bathtub, about how he wanted the man to continue –just a little bit.

"Shoyo?" The boy jumped, surprised out of his stupor but the man merely chuckled. He gestured towards a long table where a dinner set was laid out. It looked elaborate, and the food prepared was different from what the boy was usually given; sandwiches and onigiri. The boy looked at the man, hesitant to walk towards the outlandish feast before him.

"Well, sit down with me." The man walked easily to the table, dragged the chair and motioned for the boy to sit in front of the meal. The boy followed with much apprehension. He winced slightly when he sat, his thighs rubbing uncomfortably together. But then the man lifted the lid, the smell wafted through the air, making the boy's mouth water. It was roasted chicken, or duck- the boy wasn't sure. The man grabbed a chair nearby and sat close to the boy.

"Well, go ahead. Don't mind me." The man said, his eyes boring into the boy. Feeling self-conscious but very much hungry, the boy picked up a fork and stabbed at the meat. It came apart easily, and with one taste, the boy started eating earnestly. It wasn't a huge portion, but the meal was satisfying. The boy glanced at his captor more than once throughout the entire meal but the man simply watched as the boy chewed and swallowed his meal. When the boy was nearly through, the man placed his hand on the boy's thigh, making the boy jump slightly.

"It's alright. The food was good wasn't it?" The boy nodded, his eyes trained on the man's hand. The man grabbed his leg, fingers ghosting over his inner thigh. "Finish your food, Shoyo, you wouldn't want to waste it." The boy swallowed thickly and scooped another mouthful, all too aware of the blood ringing in his ears. He could feel his earlier erection standing at attention, shame and mortification mixing into one. And then-

"Ah..!" His fork clattered on the plate when a hand gripped his member. Whatever the material of the sweater, it felt sinful against his burning skin. The man eyes the boy, his throat fascinating the man. The boy's Adam's apple have yet fully formed, but watching him swallow his meal was still oddly satisfying.

"What's wrong Shoyo? Aren't you going to finish your meal?" The man asked, failing to keep the smile of his face. The fabric bunched in his hand started to feel sticky and warm, he thumbed the boy's leaking head.

"Ah.. A- ahh!"

"Honestly, Shoyo, must I show you how to eat as well?" The man tsked, though the glee in his eyes was barely concealed. The boy shook, tears started forming in his eyes as he made a feeble attempt to pick up the fork he had dropped and to resume eating. Another tight squeeze from the man and the boy jerked forward, his hands gripping the table.

"N-no- Uhhn!" The man smiled lecherously. Honestly, keeping his hands off the boy was simply impossible. Not when he was so easily riled, so quick to transform into this shuddering, lustful creature.

The meal was abandoned. The man had picked up the boy, who, hazed under a blanket of lust as he was, did very little to object to this. Bringing him to the master bedroom he had prepared beforehand, the man noticed how the boy kept trying to hide his erection, pulling the sweater downwards and clamping his thighs together. He wordlessly kept his eyes shut, face burning red, but the unmistakable sound of panting could be heard by the both of them.

The man deposited the boy onto the large bed in a seated position, his legs dangling on the side of it. He opened his eyes to watch the man insert a disk of some sort into a VCR player connected to a rather large screen.

"I assume you'd be bored by now, so I prepared a little movie for us to enjoy." The silhouette of the man became more prominent when the screen flared to life.

"Ahh... ah! There, right- ughh!" A slender young man was bent forwards, the camera capturing the view from above. His ebony dark hair swayed, his sculpted shoulders jumped with each thrust. A slap echoed through the room.

The boy blushed furiously, his back rigid as the man lifted him up, sat down and placed the boy between his legs. He could feel something poking his backside which made him shudder. The man's hands slithered past the boy's side, lifting the cloth to display the boy's erect, leaking member.

The boy looked down with mortification, well aware of the hands ghosting on his stomach, to his chest. The fabric stretched and rubbed against his sensitive nipples, both from his aroused state and the warm bath he had had. But it wasn't just that. His body jumped at the slightest touch, his heartbeat was pounding in his ears and he felt faintly lightheaded.

What was happening to him?

Then the man slid his hand to stroke the boy's back, going lower and lower, caressing the sensitive region where his lower back and rear end met. It sent a bolt up the boy's spine, and a keening voice escaped from him. He quickly grabbed his mouth. His mortification was swiftly forgotten though when he felt a sticky substance trailing down his lower back and the man circled his entrance with lubricated fingers. The boy tried to flail away but the man held him firmly with one arm.

"No need to fret, just relax yourself." The man whispered, his breath hot beside the boy's face. The man entered a finger in, prodding slowly and gently, before adding another.

The younger man was grabbed by the arm and turned around, gasping in surprise. From that position, the camera focused on his body, a nipple piercing on the left that moved with each thrust, stomach glistening under the bright light from pre cum, and a leaking cock that quivered in want of release.

"..Ah.!" The boy jerked, his eyes widening with surprise when the man probed something inside him. He turned around, looking at the man in desperation when he kept his ministrations concentrated in that one spot. "S-Stop! No, don't- A- ah..!" He barely felt a third finger sliding in.

Stars were swimming in front of the boy. He was on edge, too aroused and nothing made sense. He- He wanted to come.

And then the fingers were removed, leaving him stretched and empty- before a leaking cock rubbed at the space.

"No-" His breath hitched,

The young man started begging

"F-fuck, fuck" He gave a shuddering moan, "Lemme come, Ah..! dammit!" He was pounded into harder.

And then the man thrust all at once, to the hilt, and the boy opened his mouth, his hands gripping the sleeve of the man tightly.

"...!" The boy's legs twitched, something unraveling within him-

"Eyes up front," The man whispered, his voice breathy, "this is my favorite part."

The camera man shifted, taking a view of the young man's face. He looked ready to come, eyebrows scrunched in concentration, his mouth panting relentlessly. When he opened his eyes, they looked hazed and unfocused, as though he couldn't quite see beyond the rippling pleasure coursing through him.

"That's how you look, Shoyo," the man lifted the boy slightly, sliding out, before thrusting back in, pushing the boy into his cock. The boy moaned hysterically.

"Ahh-! A- Ah..! Ah!" The man bit him harshly on the shoulder, using one hand to pinch the boy's nipple. The world tilted, the ceiling rose, the boy couldn't breathe-

"Come." And the boy did, eyes wide, his mouth open soundlessly, his body littered with spasms, tears of pleasure falling down the side of his face. He had never felt this- this pleasure so intense it burned.

He felt the man came seconds after him, still pumping in and out, but by then the boy had already fainted.

Whel.

This one sorta wrote on its own.

More angsty feels on the next one, hopefully less porn-oriented. *giggles*