Three days. That was all he could think about. He only had three days left with this arrangement. He should be happy, he could have his old life back, no commitment, just his usual routine again. The only problem was, he felt sick every time he thought about it. It had only been six days since he met the sparkling brunette in that bar and he honestly couldn't figure out why he was still easily playing along with Oikawa's lies. He had another interview this morning, talking about how the two of them were happy and had fallen madly in love. When the interviewer had asked what they were going to do when Oikawa left in three days Tooru had fallen silent. It was all part of the act, but the silence reached out at him and tangled him in its grip.

He had spent the rest of the day, numbly wandering about the house, texting Kageyama as the ravenette informed him of Hinata's recent antics. Usually it was enough to keep his mind off things, but this time it did nothing to stop his raging thoughts. Had he grown so accustomed to the other man's presence, that the thought of not having him around was truly bothering him? When had that ever happened to him before? Hajime knew the answer of course, never. Never before had he dreaded something like this.

"Iwa-chan, why don't we go out and have a few drinks?" He found himself wrapped in warm arms, limbs tangling together on his chest. Iwaizumi hadn't spoken much and he figured Oikawa had noticed. A shudder of guilt ran down his spine as he turned to the model, brushing the pad of his thumb along Tooru's cheek.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Why don't we go back to that bar that we met at? You know, since you're leaving soon…" The words hung there, darkening the brunette's expression, but his soft smile stayed in place.

"I think that's a wonderful idea"

The bass vibrated the whole building as they stepped inside, the smell of alcohol and raging hormones filling their senses. It was just like that first night, except this time Iwaizumi didn't run into Oikawa. The pair walked in hand and hand, heading straight to the bar to order themselves a drink. Maybe a buzz would take the edge off them.

They carefully threaded their way through the crowd, climbing back to the table that they had sat at on the first night they had met. He remembered how he had pulled the brunette into his lap. It had been their first kiss. Not that he really cared about those. He'd had more first kisses than he could remember, but theirs had probably been his most memorable one yet.

"Let's see who can drink the most in an hour!" Oikawa laughed, pulling the shorter male's attention back to the present. Those chocolate hues were shining with mischief and Iwaizumi knew they shouldn't, but he found himself nodding anyways, drawn in by the other's infectious excitement. "Yay! Okay, on the count of three we start.. One, two, three!"

The seconds melted into minutes and the music became a pounding blur in the background. Hajime couldn't figure out when one song changed to the next, but he did know that he had won the challenge. Oikawa had fallen into his lap by now, his pink lips carefully trailing along his skin between drinks. It was distracting and Iwaizumi's already sluggish movements were becoming worse by the second, which he truly doubted was the effects of the alcohol.

"Iwa-chan? Did I ever tell you I liked to dance?" Hajime shuddered, carefully flickering his eyes to the male who was now eagerly looking up at him.

"No, you never mentioned it…" His throat felt so dry, maybe he should have ordered some water. "Why don't you.. Why don't you show me?"

The warmth in his side vanished as the brunette scrambled to stand up, swaying slightly with the music. At first it was only his hips, rolling and turning with the beat, then his hands. Oh god his hands. Oikawa let his long fingers trail over his slightly tanned skin, tracing every curve and dip that Iwaizumi longed to touch himself. He had no clue how long this carried on, their eyes never unfocusing from each other.

He didn't remember when he stood up, pulling Oikawa to his chest so the model was forced to slide along his body, those fingers now tracing Iwaizumi's skin instead of his own. They swayed together, sweat rolling off their bodies. Their lips met, tongues tangling in a feverish kiss, trapping them in their own little world.

Then Oikawa was gone, pulled away from him with a surprised shriek. An older man held the brunette in his grasp, grinding his hips against the model, who was desperately trying to pull away. "I know you like it. Come on boy, why don't I take you home? I could show you a better time than him."

Tooru twisted and turned, desperately calling out for Iwaizumi, but it wasn't necessary. Hajime had already ripped the man away, pushing him against the back wall of the bar. No one could hear them over the music, and the corner was too dark for anyone to see. The blood was pounding in his ears, rushing through his veins in such a way that he no longer felt the buzz of alcohol. His anger had sobered him up quickly. He'd never been so angry in all his life, but he tried to keep himself under control. "Don't fucking touch him. He's mine, do you understand me? I'll make you regret it if you so much as look at him again." His words dripped with venom, but his point must have been made because the man was nodding vigorously. What a wimp, he had hardly threatened him at all.

Iwaizumi slammed the guys head against the wall for good measure before turning back to his frazzled partner. Oikawa was shrinking in on himself, as if he was scared someone else might try and take him away. Hajime knew that fear, and with a sinking feeling he remembered what Oikawa had told him about his old photographer. The one who used to touch him for too long. This had probably brought back bad memories.

The shorter male slowly made his way back to the brunette, wrapping him in his arms as best he could. "Let's get out of here, okay? I'll drive us home." The ride was quiet, but it gave Iwaizumi a small sense relief that Oikawa still clung to his hand, his longer fingers threaded easily into his. They stay connected as they walked inside the house, making their way back to Tooru's bedroom.

The nervous silence was becoming too much, Hajime had to break it. "Are you okay..?" It was a dumb question, but it was the only thing he could think to ask.

"Yeah, I mean I guess I shouldn't have been surprised, I knew other people were watching me.. I just didn't expect them to rip me out of your arms…" Oikawa carefully laid his head down on Iwaizumi's shoulder, their shallow breaths matching as they both attempted to calm down.

"I'm sorry, I should have been paying more attention, I just… I couldn't think of much else…" His face began to heat up, but he continued to speak. Anything to make Oikawa feel better. "You were just so... I don't think I've ever seen anyone dance like that. I couldn't take my eyes off you, so the thought that I should make sure you were safe didn't cross my mind. I'm sor-" His words were cut off by Oikawa's lips, a soft sigh escaping him.

The brunette tasted different, still like vanilla, but the bitter taste of alcohol dulled it down a little. It was infuriating, but the longer he kissed him, the more the faint vanilla taste filled his mouth. At least that's what he told himself as he deepened the kiss, pushing Tooru back onto the bed so that the model lay underneath him. He made sure to be slow, gently tracing his fingertips where Oikawa had run his not too long before.

It was intoxicating. Every soft gasp and little moan that he drew from him was heaven. The brunette's eyelids became hooded and his almond gaze was more intense than it ever had been before. "Usually I feel apprehensive when someone touches me like this, but I don't feel that way at all right now… Iwa-chan, can you let your lips go where you hands are?"

The soft request sent heat pooling in his stomach, so he simply nodded and pressed his lips down against the hardened skin of Oikawa's stomach. His tongue darted out to run along the ridge of one of his muscles, sliding along the bumps. His teeth grazed against the sensitive skin just below Tooru's naval, delighting in his arched hips and whiny moan. He continued to worship the man under him, his tongue and lips leaving Oikawa a trembling mess under him.

"Tooru?" The use of the male's first name drew another shudder from him, and he nodded his head to continue. "How good is your makeup artist?"

The question seemed to catch Oikawa off guard as he sat up slowly, eyebrows knitting together. "She's one of the best.. why?"

"So she's good at covering up blemishes?" Another nod and a confused look to accompany it. A smirk drew up the corner of Iwaizumi's lips as he pressed them to the crook of Oikawa's neck, his voice vibrating against the heated skin as he moved down. "Good." He grazed his teeth against the model's collarbone, before trailing back up to his neck and lightly sucking.

"O-oh!" Oikawa collapsed into his arms, tangling his fingers into his hair. Iwaizumi had never met anyone who was so affected by such a simple gesture, but he wanted to draw more from the man in his arms. His tongue darted out once again, flicking across the irritated skin before sucking, this time harder than before. The model moaned and tilted his head in an attempt to give Iwaizumi more access and the shorter male took advantage of it. He ravished Oikawa's skin, leaving marks in his wake. They would be impossible for someone not to notice, but neither of them seemed to care. That's what the makeup artist was for, right?

Hajime let his hands trail down to his hips, playing with the hem of his pants, but the gesture caused Oikawa to jolt away. Immediately Iwaizumi let his hands fall, sheepishly looking anywhere but the flustered model in front of him. He should have known that was going too far, but he had been caught up in the moment. It wasn't like he only cared about the brunette's body, he just wanted to make him feel good. He wanted him to know what it was like to be worshipped everywhere.

"N-not yet. I'm not ready for that yet." Tooru pulled him closer, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of Hajime's lips. A silent apology.

"It's okay, I understand. Just take your time." He whispered, gently connecting their lips.

He was promising time they didn't have.

I'm not the best at writing violence or sexual stuff, but I'm trying XD the next chapter though... be ready. I hope you guys liked it. Please review! I'm a huge procrastinator and the more reviews I get the more motivation I have to actually write! Thank you all for reading! There should only be two chapters left!