Iwaizumi had propped himself up on his arm, trailing his fingers up and down Oikawa's toned stomach as the other male slept beside him. He had been up for the past hour, just casually tracing shapes into the other's skin and admiring his handiwork. Little black and blue marks graced his tan complexion, alight with the soft glow of the early morning sun.

It was one of the few times he had really allowed himself to examine Oikawa. His pink lips were set in a soft pout as he slept, long eyelashes fluttering against his high cheekbones. His brunette hair was messy, curls framing his face in just the right places. It was beautiful because it was so pure and natural.

"Oh God, I feel so domestic." Hajime groaned softly to himself, dropping back down onto his pillow, so that he could fix his gaze on the ceiling.

Oikawa stirred beside him, eyelids sliding open to tentatively look at him through his eyelashes. "Nothing wrong with that." His voice was heavy with sleep, words becoming distorted by a yawn.

"Mm well that's debatable." Iwaizumi leaned down and pressed their lips together, sliding his tongue into the taller male's mouth. It was sweet. Nothing more than genuine affection that had nothing to do with lust. "Did I wake you up?"

Tooru shook his head, a smirk spreading across his face. "No, I've actually been awake for a while. I just didn't want you to stop what you were doing."

Hajime rolled his eyes, shoving Oikawa off the bed with one fluid movement. The brunette yelped and crumpled in a heap on the floor, springing up with a deep set pout. "So mean Iwa-chan! And here I was thinking that you were actually nice under that gruff exterior!" Iwaizumi hummed in response as he stood up, removing himself from the bed in a way that was much more graceful than the other's departure.

"I don't have to do anything today, so we can just stay at home and hang out if you would like that." Oikawa pulled himself up, shuffling over to his dresser so that he could pull on some drawstring pants that hugged the curve of his hips nicely. Hajime wasn't able to enjoy the sight for long because a navy blue shirt was pulled over the model's head, hiding most of his exposed skin.

"Yeah, that sounds good. I'll go make us some breakfast." Iwaizumi pulled on some sweatpants before descending into the kitchen. Oikawa must have someone get his groceries for him because his fridge was always fully stocked, and the brunette hadn't gone to the store in the whole week that they had spent together. Maybe that meant that he had a maid or something.

"Let's just have some eggs! Unless you wanted something different." Tooru wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi's waist, pressing his front to the latter's back. It was becoming a habit of theirs to cling off of each other at every opportunity they got, and Iwaizumi couldn't exactly say he didn't like it.

"Eggs are fine, but I can't cook with you clinging to me like that. Why don't you go put on a movie or something? We can watch whatever you want while we eat." Oikawa quickly removed himself with an excited squeal and dashed off into the living room. Hajime fidgeted nervously, getting the impression that maybe he shouldn't have given the other the choice. He feared he was going to be forced to watch a bunch of alien movies.

His fears were confirmed when he saw the brunette popping in War of the Worlds, but his obvious excitement was almost making it worth it. "You're a nerd, Tooru." He laughed, setting their plates down so that he could fall back on the couch with a relaxed sigh.

"So what if I am, Hajime?" A shudder ran down his spine at Oikawa's obvious punctuation of his first name, throat going dry. Iwaizumi felt his cheeks grow warm and he was forced to look away. No one ever called him by his first name, that's why he was getting so flustered, right?

"Nothing, it's just I didn't expect it when I first met you. It's cute." Now they were both blushing, the silence in the room growing. They could hardly look at one another without their faces growing hotter. The opening music suddenly blasted through the speakers, causing them both to jump, Oikawa letting out a little scream as he crawled into Hajime's lap. "Wimp." Despite his harsh comment he still wrapped his arm around the taller male and started to eat.

Iwaizumi found that he wasn't really paying attention to the movie, something about aliens attacking earth, but he did pay attention to the male in his lap. Oikawa was captivated, gasping and tensing at all the right moments. His eyes grew wide, trying to take in everything at once like this was the first and last time he would ever be able to watch the film. A knot twisted in the pit of Iwaizumi's stomach and he held him closer, breathing in the subtle scent of his shampoo.

"Ah, Iwa-chan, too tight." Oikawa's breathless voice wavered over the sound of the movie, but the brunette continued to only have eyes for the screen.

"Sorry." Hajime loosened his grip and desperately tried to watch the movie in an attempt to ignore his sweating palms and aching chest. Was he getting sick? "Tooru…"

Oikawa snapped his head up to look at him, chocolate eyes wide and welcoming, but he lost his voice. "What is it?"

"I…" What was it? What did he want to say so badly? It felt like the answer should have been easy, but he couldn't force any thoughts to make sense or create a coherent sentence. Instead, Iwaizumi leaned forward and connected their lips, tangling his fingers in Oikawa's hair so he could pull him closer. He expected some protest since he was interrupting the movie, but Oikawa offered none. Instead, his mouth immediately opened to allow Iwaizumi's tongue access which he quickly took advantage of, tangling the appendages together with a soft hum.

The movie faded into the background as the two became more enthralled by one another, clothes sliding up to allow wandering hands access. Iwaizumi hooked his fingers around the hem of Oikawa's shirt, pulling it off easily and discarding it on the floor.

He was glad for his own lack of clothing with the way Oikawa's chocolate hues seemed to drink in his body as he pressed wet kisses to his toned stomach. Hajime moaned and pushed the brunette down onto the couch, sucking and kissing his skin to add to his other marks. Despite how many times he had told the other to just take his time, the fact that this was their last day together was driving him insane. He wanted more than these heated touches and passionate kisses. He needed to feel Tooru under him. He needed them to fit together like missing puzzle pieces.

"T-Tooru… I need to know now, how far can this go? I won't be able to keep holding myself back if we continue for much longer." The two of them were panting, chests heaving against one another in an attempt to swallow the thinning oxygen.

"I… I want you. Please, Hajime, I need you." Something inside Iwaizumi snapped when he saw those pleading auburn eyes and he crashed their lips together in a bruising kiss. Oikawa moaned softly, tangling his fingers into his hair and wrapped his legs around his waist. They were as close as their pants would allow, but it was hardly enough.

Iwaizumi easily lifted Oikawa off the couch, carrying him to the base of the stairs just to shove his back against the wall. The brunette gasped as the cold surface sent a shock wave across his heated skin, hips shifting slightly in an attempt to relieve the pressure in his boxers. Iwaizumi noticed everything. It was like all of his senses were working over time. Taking in every little gasp, shift, and moan and adjusted to make every little thing he did become just a little more pleasurable.

His fingertips pressed into the dip of Oikawa's hip, yanking him forward to grind their groins together. Hell must have lit in the pit of his stomach because suddenly his whole body felt on fire. The sounds Tooru made were so intoxicating and beautiful. Maybe he was the devil and Oikawa was an angel because how else would he feel how each movement corrupted him and made him melt?

Once again Iwaizumi was carrying Tooru, taking the stairs as fast as he possibly could while holding a grown man in his arms. Oikawa's hand shot out and yanked the door to his bedroom open, never once breaking their hard kiss. It was like all the sexual tension that had been building up since the day they met was finally coming crashing down and they couldn't get enough of each other.

The two fell back on the bed, Hajime flipping their bodies so the lighter male fell on top of him. Now it was Oikawa's turn to ravish his skin with his lips and tongue. The two rolled their hips together, panting heavily. It was more intimate than any other moment Hajime had ever had with another person. Their lips pressed together once more, pants sliding down their overheated flesh.

His eyes could hardly process what he was seeing. Oikawa Tooru was completely naked, hands sliding over his tan skin, raising goosebumps along his arms. Iwaizumi guided their lips together, carefully reaching down to wrap his around Oikawa's length, pumping slowly. A shuddering gasp was drawn from the younger male as his paced quickened.

For once, a cheeky smile wasn't gracing those beautiful features. Instead, Tooru's face was flushed with pleasure, small moans and gasps escaping him. Carefully, the shorter male rubbed their hips together, keeping in time with his hand. Oikawa was unraveling on top of him, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand it.

Iwaizumi flipped them over once more, sliding his tongue down Oikawa's stomach, just to replace his hand. He flicked his tongue against the shaft, relishing in how the other bucked his hips and whined. "Patience Tooru." Right, like he wasn't just as eager.

He wrapped his lips around the other male, taking him halfway before pulling back with a soft pop. Then again, pushing him back farther into his throat, humming softly. Hajime had to fight the urge to gag when Oikawa's hips jutted upward, pushing himself deeper into the warm cavern of Iwaizumi's mouth. He quickened his pace, timing his movements with the quick succession of Oikawa's hips. It wasn't long before the model was whimpering out his name and desperately clinging to the bed sheets. He took that as a sign that he should stop, or their activities would be cut short.

Iwaizumi quickly pulled away and raised Tooru's legs up, taking in the moaning man beneath him. "W-why would you stop? Ah, that's m-mean Iwa-chan."

He groaned softly and pulled out a small bottle of lube, easily coating his fingers. "Don't call me that when we're in bed." Then, with little warning, other than gently spreading the other's butt cheeks apart, he slipped a single digit inside Oikawa.

He felt bad when the other cried out softly because for the first time, he was nervous. "Sorry, shh, I'm sorry it'll get better soon… You're okay, Tooru."

Oikawa responded with a quick nod, holding out his arms like a child. "Come closer so I can hold you." There was that whine that Iwaizumi had come to find endearing, pulling him into the taller male's embrace with a soft smile.

"I'm going to add another, okay?" A nod, and another finger was added. He gave Tooru a moment to adjust before he began scissoring, curling his fingers and going deeper in an attempt to ease some of his discomfort. Then Oikawa was twitching and gasping, eyes blown wide in shock.

"H-Hajime! There! Please!" He could have almost laughed at the puppy dog eyes that the model was giving to him, but with his flushed cheeks and soft moans, he was just painfully sexy. Iwaizumi curled his fingers again, adding the last digit and quickly brushing it against the other's prostate. Once he was sure that Oikawa was ready, he pulled out, much to the dismay of his partner.

"Give me a second! Are you rea-!" A warm mouth closed around his dick, Oikawa sucking hard on the taught skin. Hajime hadn't exactly been expecting a blow job, and his legs showed his surprise, threatening to give out from under him. Yet, he couldn't find the words to tell Oikawa to let him go. His mouth worked wonders, tongue sliding along the pulsing vein in his shaft as he deep-throated him, rubbing his head against the back of his throat.

"T-Tooru! Ah, you need to stop… N-now…!" He hissed at the cold air that wrapped around his cold member from the absence of Oikawa's mouth. Part of him wanted to beg the other to come back and finish the job, but he seeing Tooru sprawled on the bed, ready for him, there was no way he would pass up this opportunity.

Iwaizumi positioned himself at Oikawa's entrance, softly kissing him as he pushed in. The other tensed slightly, but it was obvious he was trying to relax. "So tight!" He moaned, shifting his hips slightly.

Oikawa whined softly and moved his hips to meet Iwaizumi's, starting them off at a slow pace as Hajime searched for the brunette's prostate again. Finally Oikawa's hips spasmed upwards and a loud moan fell from his lips. The shorter male quickened his pace, presser harder against the model, slamming their hips together. He drank in Oikawa's moans, covering them with his lips to feel the subtle vibrations wash over his skin.

Oikawa looked like a god underneath him. A panting mess with a tan hand cupping Iwaizumi's cheek as if he could pull him closer and steal the breath from his lungs. The headboard knocked against the wall in time with his thrusts, and their voices grew louder. A symphony of mind and body.

Tooru gripped at the sheets once more, whining and moaning pathetically. Their thrusts were becoming more sporadic, each one craving more and more with every passing second.

"H-Hajime!" Oikawa's back arched off the mattress and he tensed around Iwaizumi, jerking his hips upwards as he came.

Iwaizumi continued to thrust into the younger male, the coil in his stomach tightening and burning until he too was cumming, Oikawa's name leaving his lips in a wheezing gasp.

Hajime gently pulled out and collapsed next to Oikawa, opening his arms so the other could curl into his side with a content sigh.

"Iwa-chan?" A hum in response. "I love you." Silence.

The words seemed to hang in the air, screaming at him and tearing at his skin. 'I love you.' 'I LOVE you.' 'I LOVE YOU.' He wanted to push Oikawa away, tell him he didn't feel the same way, but it felt wrong. Did he feel the same way? Iwaizumi doubted it. It wouldn't work anyways, right? Right?

"H-Hajime?" He was supposed to answer. He was supposed to say it back. That's what the fear in Oikawa's voice told him, but Iwaizumi had no idea how to reply. What words should he say?

The silence pressed in around them, an extra blanket in the now completely dark room. Time seemed to stand still, but it also seemed to pass faster than it ever had before. "I…" Silence. "I don't know how I feel."

It was like someone had lowered the thermostat, the temperature suddenly dropped 20 degrees and Oikawa's warmth was gone. "Right, I understand. Sorry." Hajime felt Tooru slide farther away on the bed, just barely making out his form as he pulled the blankets over his head.

A sense of dread seized Iwaizumi, but he couldn't move. Couldn't speak. How could he let himself love someone he would have to give up the next day? That was too cruel even in his book. No, Oikawa wasn't any more to him than any other man he had been with.

The silence told him otherwise.

When Iwaizumi woke up the next morning, the room felt bare. There was no Oikawa, most of the drawers had been stripped clean of anything. He must have packed already. Hajime sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, slowly letting them fall on a slightly crumpled note.

'Goodbye, Iwa-chan. Sorry for the inconvenience ~Tooru'

He was gone.

Sorry that it took me so long to update! I've just been really busy since school started again and I haven't had much motivation to write. Hopefully the next chapter will be out soon! Poor Oikawa, has to leave Tokyo and Iwa is being a butt. Sorry if the sex scene isn't that good, I'm still working on them! I hope you enjoyed! Please review, favorite, and follow!