Tenma tore through his wardrobe looking for some party clothes. There were clothes littered all over his floor, bed, table, just about everywhere.
"Ugh! What should I wear?" he pondered to himself, trying on a few different shirts before realizing he was acting like some prissy teenage girl. The time read seven o'clock, the party would be starting in ten minutes and he was here fretting over what he should wear.
"Screw it!" he mumbled. Tenma put on a pair of tight fitted jeans and a deep blue dress shirt, which complemented his eyes, of course, leaving the first few top buttons undone. There. He looked both classy and sexy.
The walk to the party wasn't very hard; you just had to follow the booming music. He soon arrived at a house adorned with streamers and loud music pumping through the air. The party had just started and already the front lawn was swarmed with familiar school students mingling and drinking. Tenma pushed past the crowd and into the house, which was equally crowded. The music blasted through the house, and he had to admit, it was amazing. Sight of sweaty people dancing and grinding against each other, some were snogging; some were sculling down a shit load of beer and others were practically having dry sex on the tables. He felt the excitement flow through his veins.
"Tenma! You came!" Kageyama shouted from behind Tenma, his voice was partially drowned by all the noise.
"Kageyama!" Tenma cried happily at the sight of his friend before lunging at the boy into a tight hug, "Look at all this! It's amazing! Oh what's that you're drinking? Is it alcohol? Let me try some!" the brunet said as he snatched Kageyama's cup and sipped the liquid. It burned his throat and quite frankly, tasted disgusting.
"The taste gets better the more you drink" Kageyama told him after witnessing Tenma's scrunched up face, "Anyway let's dance Tenma!"
"Sure!" Tenma replied as the two made way to the dance area. There was a large disco ball hung up on the ceiling with blinding, coloring lights flashing everywhere. The two squeezed through the sea of dancing people, rubbing up against each other. Tenma laughed at Kageyama who was pulling some of the lamest dance moves which was a cross between YMCA and the chicken dance.
"Hey it's not like you can do any better!" the boy attempted to shout over the music.
"Just watch!" Tenma cried back as he did some of Michael Jackson's signature moves. Kageyama just broke out into a fit of laughter. The two danced together for a bit before Tenma was pushed back by other people, losing sight of Kageyama. Before he knew was happened, he felt someone pressed up disturbingly close to his back. A pair of hands slithered across his chest and travelled over his body. Tenma was still dumbstruck as those pair of unfamiliar hands practically groped his body.
"Excuse me but I'm taken—" The brunet swung around to face the stranger but was shocked when he saw Shindou.
"Mmm Tenma you're really sexy you know that right?" Shindou said, his speech slurred. The former captain's hair was messy and sweaty, his breath smelled faintly of alcohol and judging from the way he acted, he was obviously drunk.
"C-captain what are you…" Tenma managed to choke out. Shindou ignored the smaller boy's comment as he rocked his pelvis forward, grinding against Tenma's, earning an unexpected moan from both the boys. Shindou pulled Tenma closer before leaning down and hastily kissed Tenma's exposed neck, leaving a red mark. Usually, Tenma would pull away but right now, how could he? He felt lost in the music, flashing lights and Shindou's muscular body grinding against his own. What Tsurugi doesn't know won't hurt him; Shindou is drunk anyway so he won't remember any of this, right?
"Takuto…" Tenma muttered the other's first name under his breath, looking up to see the older boy's face. His featured being lit up by the flashing lights. His brown eyes reflected the colorful lights and his tanned face made him look all the more desirable. Dammit, Shindou was actually really hot, how had Tenma not noticed before? His fingers explored Shindou's chest, feeling muscle tense under the fabric of the shirt.
"Tenma."
"Huh?"
"I need you."
"What do you m—"
Tenma was completely taken by surprise when Shindou roughly took his chin and pressed his lips to Tenma's. It was nothing like Tsurugi's, who had passionate and sweet kisses. Shindou's kiss was rough, even a little sloppy, but that was due to his lack of sobriety. Tenma couldn't help but moan into the kiss. Their lips molded over each other's and tongues battled before the smaller boy had to pull away, gasping for air desperately.
Tenma felt his lower regions grow more excited and erect, constricted by the unforgiving fabric of his denim jeans. His stomach twisted as a strange sensation came over him, like all the adrenaline had been concentrated in his lower parts, his brain had stopped working on him; he only knew one thing. Shindou.
"Empty rooms, upstairs" Shindou panted out as he dragged Tenma out of the crowd of dancing people and made way to the second level of the house. The two stumbled around upstairs, trying to find an empty bedroom. Most of the rooms were taken or locked.
"Ughh this will do" Shindou grumbled as the two fell into the bathroom, locked the door and continued where they left off. The older boy pinned Tenma down against the cold bathroom floors as the two shed attempted to shed their clothes while exchanging wet kisses.
Meanwhile, Tsurugi lay on his bed with his face buried in the pillow. He had never seen Tenma like that before. What happened to that cheerful brunet who would always put others before himself, who would smile and bring light to the world, who would kiss Tsurugi and tell him he was the best thing he ever had. Tsurugi sighed, maybe these fights were normal in relationships, nevertheless; it still tore him apart when Tenma spat those words of poison.
"What the hell am I doing here?" he muttered to himself. His Tenma was out at a party and could so easily be taken advantage of while he was lying in his room sulking. Tsurugi cursed to himself before slipping into a simple t-shirt and jeans before running out the house and toward the location of the party. Within moments of tracking down the party house, Tsurugi watched as a wasted couple pushed passed him and started making out on the backyard grass. It's been only a couple of hours since Tenma had left the cat-eyed boy alone in his house and the party was already insane.
"Tenma, nothing better has happened to you or I'll-" Tsurugi muttered as he made his way inside the house. The dark blue haired boy shuffled on the floors with almost every step, bumping into nearly every teenager. The amount of space that was in the main hall would be able to give claustrophobic people an anxiety attack.
"There are too many god-damn people here. How the hell am I going to find one person in this paparazzi of a group?" Tsurugi spat. Without a doubt, he was irritated now; anything or anyone that would bother him at this point would regret coming into contact with him. A man suddenly fell on Tsurugi, which led to him losing his balance and falling on top of a curly blonde-haired girl. Her face and eyes were both red, which proved that she was sickly drunk. She took her sweaty fingers and wrapped her hands behind his neck and pulled him closer to her lips. The boy's orange eyes narrowed and he quickly turned his head to the side to avoid kissing her. She obviously was too oblivious to realize that she wasn't kissing his lips now, and instead was grubbily licking below his left ear. The boy couldn't take how disheveled she looked and the fact that he was already in a relationship, so he punched her unmercifully across the cheek. Drinks were knocked over when the scruffy girl made way above a coffee table and left glass shards scattered around her. The enraged boy looked at the same fist he used to deal damage and tightened it firmly. Sure he had possibly broken her jaw with his austere blow, but what was there else he could have done if she was going to force him to have sex with her? Abruptly, a much larger man than himself wounded Tsurugi's arm with a knife. The pale boy gritted his teeth in pain once cut, and then focused on getting rid of the knife in the tan man's hand.
"My arm doesn't sting as much as I had hoped due to your horrible aim, but I'm about to fucking mess you up for leaving a scratch on me" Tsurugi cautioned sinisterly. Beating up the towering man would be simple for someone who was involved in many afterschool fights. The teenager holding the knife attempted to stab him once more on the same arm, but just like he anticipated, the lean boy dodged the hit and grabbed the clueless man's arm. Right away, the orange-eyed boy twisted his arm behind his back and used his feet to slam him against the ground, thus making him drop the utensil. He wanted to hear his cries of pain for attempting to win a fight that involved no one, but him.
"Tsurugi, what are you doing?! Can't you see that you clearly won?" Kageyama disrupted as he watched the horrible scene in front of him. The winner of the fight locked eyes with the now desperate to live injured man.
"Tch. He's not worth to beat up any longer," Tsurugi disclosed in a more relaxed tone. With that, Tsurugi stood up from the ground and faced Kageyama with a cold tone.
"I don't need any of your input for anything I am doing, okay?"
"I j-just thought that he was already in brutal condition, so I-"
"I said to not get fucking involved; you got it?"
"O-okay…" Kageyama bellowed with his head down, his purple hair bouncing. Tsurugi continued back to searching for his bubbly boyfriend. He couldn't believe that he has to go through that much shit just to drag him back home. The lights above him flickered brightly as he traveled up the stairs to start to check the rooms.
Shindou stripped Tenma of his shirt forcefully as he panted. The curly brown haired boy couldn't stop fingering Tenma's body and soft face once his shirt was off. Shindou then took off his own white collared shirt and lightly pushed his body against Tenma, which followed up with another moan and erection. Tenma was in tears once Shindou's mouth touched his skin. He was biting even rougher than Tsurugi would when they caressed. Tenma wasn't in the slightest scared though; he actually wanted Shindou to keep him infatuated and to feel more of his touch. The brown-eyed boy gripped the other boy's hands and held them down on the solid floor. The impact from Tenma's hands leaving the air and onto the ground left him a small shock of aching pain. However, he dealt with the pain and panted harder to get Shindou to go faster with his kissing. Tenma's body was a canvas of red marks, which indicated that he was having the pleasure of his former captain using him for his satisfaction. Shindou made way up to Tenma's neck and rubbed his fingers up and down, making Tenma blush and close his eyes. Another merciless kiss had followed up on his neck that instantly led to a bright hickey and drops of blood rolling down. More wet kisses on the mouth followed up second after second. The brown haired boy was obviously not going to stop to give Tenma a chance to breathe, so Tenma took his hand and covered Shindou's mouth to give him a moment to collect the necessary air in his mouth. Once ready, Tenma let go and allowed Shindou to resume what he was doing. Both boys looked banged up with their shameless appearance.
"How much more should we go Shindou," Tenma barely managed to say.
"Shut up Tenma. Just keep going and we'll decide that later," Shindou emphasized with an expressionless face.
After many failed attempts, Tsurugi violently kicked the door he would open in front of him. What room could he have missed? There were five bedrooms in total, but none of them had the brown haired boy he was seeking for. The enraged boy slid his back against the wall and allowed himself to sit on the floor. He delved into his pockets and took out his red phone to check his old messages with Tenma. The text messages Tenma sent him normally had some sort of cute face at the end and were written so child-like, but Tsurugi found that strangely adorable. After skimming through a couple more texts that his boyfriend sent him, he paused at one. The wing haired boy had mentioned that if you are ever going to play hide-and-seek with your friend's; you should try and hide in every room possible instead of sticking to the same exact one. His eyes widened and the dark haired boy immediately shoved his phone back in his pockets and began checking rooms that didn't have any beds to sleep on. He was such a dumbass, why didn't he do this earlier? When people are wasted, they tend to go anywhere to have sex, including the most outrageous places like the one he had seen before on the backyard when he was getting into the house. He felt like he was finally making some progress to seeing him again. More doors were being unlocked and swung open, as the boy with the curly side burns made his way through.
The bathroom door that contained Tenma and Shindou was finally opened. The two boys were encased in their own spit and were beyond horny. Tsurugi was taken by complete surprise at the bedraggled sight he was seeing. The spiky haired boy clamped his teeth together and intensified his eyes to match the pissed off emotion he was feeling.
"What the hell are you doing Tenma!" Tsurugi stormed shouting.
