All Kageyama wanted to do was curl up into a ball and pass the fuck out. In the last four days he had seen the sunrise way too many times and no, unlike his pureblood grandmother and all of those nocturnal bastards, he still had 3/4th of a human body to keep alive. That meant he needed sleep—but, when desperate, he could manage with a little less than the normal human. Thankfully his efforts didn't go to waste; he learned more about the male body through the Internet than he had ever learned from his sex-ed classes. Though, the focus was quite difference since his purpose was to learn how to pleasure a male body, something teachers certainly had no need to teach.
He felt prepared.

Or at least wanted to convince himself he was prepared after all those hours of how-to videos and articles—most which gave him unwelcomed hard-ons. It was an understatement to say he was sexually frustrated; it was more like he was just about ready to pounce on Hinata, drag him into a storage closet, and fuck until air felt thin. But that was impossible, not only because the janitor's remaining teeth would fall off when he found them, but also because they were currently in the middle of practice.

"Okay guys, that's good for today", Ukai yelled, glancing over at Sawamura.

Sawamura wiped his face with a towel and hung it around his neck, "Let's clean up! Hinata, help Yamaguchi put the net in storage."

"Okay!" Hinata followed Yamaguchi off the court with the net and the supporting beams.

It was all according to plan: Yamaguchi was supposed to keep Hinata in the storage room long enough for the rest of the team to set everything up. As soon as Hinata was out of sight half the team sprinted to the teacher's room to get the cake, snacks, and utensils. The rest stayed behind to finish cleaning and lay down a plastic covering to protect the floor. Kageyama opened his backpack and took out an orange envelope. After twenty minutes mulling over the card section at his station's bookstore, he chose the envelope only because it reminded him of the idiot's hair. He was terrible at writing anything but his name and random volleyball facts, so he just slid Hinata's Benyland ticket in the card and stuffed everything into the envelope.

He really hoped Hinata liked it. It was weird thing, caring about Hinata's approval and all. It was as if Hinata's existence was becoming heavier inside him, filling his every thought like a water balloon about to burst. And truthfully, yeah, sometimes he felt like he was drowning in the flowing water, his previous self left for dead in some unknown ocean. It was terrifying. Yet, he often caught himself smiling. He was more full of life than he had ever been before he met Hinata; the midget's liveliness was ridiculously contagious. And if this time around he were part of the reason for Hinata's glittering smile, he'd be satisfied.

"Guys, they're walking back!" Tanaka announced and ran back to where all the members were standing.

Kageyama joined the rest of them, the card behind his back, and watched the door for Hinata and Yamaguchi. It grew really silent, most likely because they were all holding their breath, but the moment orange hair peeped through the door, a roar was let out.

"Surprise!" they yelled collectively, throwing their hands up in the typical manner.

Hinata's eyes widened and he stopped in his tracks; looking around the gym as if there was someone else they were talking to. After realizing he was the only option, he ran up to his beloved team, the goofy smile on his face growing bigger by the second.
"Is this for me?" He exclaimed, licking his lips as he eyed the cake.

Tanaka and Nishinoya sandwiched him, rubbing his head affectionately, "Of course you idiot. Happy Early Birthday!"

If Hinata's smile got any bigger, it would probably jump off his face and fly away. "How did you guys know?"

Sugawara cleared his throat, "You have a very loving boyfriend."

Kageyama inspected the floor to see if he could spot a spec that was as red as his face probably was at the moment. He couldn't; but he sure could feel everyone's stare practically melting the flesh off his bone. He didn't even have enough time to come up with something suave to say to counteract his obvious embarrassment; Hinata was already in front of him, blocking his view of the floor.

"Thank you, Kageyama. This is amazing."

He nodded and the soft laugh that slipped from Hinata's lips made his heart swell with so much stupid, gushy emotion he gave up trying to save face (not that he was doing a good job, anyway). He shoved the envelope into Hinata's hand and mumbled, "Happy Birthday, dumbass."

"How smooth, " Tsukishima yelled while snickering. One day, Kageyama swore, he was going to make Tsukishima eat every single one of his words.

"Huh?" Hinata said, looking down at the envelope in his hands. That he would ever receive a present from Kageyama was the furthest thing from his mind. He glanced up at Kageyama to see if it was okay to open it and Kageyama nodded, eyes glued on Hinata's face. The shorter boy carefully slid his finger under the flap and shimmied it across, sliding the card out of the envelope. He politely paused at the front, the picture of the grumpy cat drawing a small chuckle from him, and then finally opened the card.

Kageyama had always adored how easily Hinata's face displayed emotion; as he watched him, he could trace the blooming pink flush spreading across his smiling cheeks. Hinata passed his index finger over the ticket and once he had confirmed it was real, snapped his head up to meet Kageyama's eyes. Hinata looked at him as if he were Santa Claus. But before Kageyama could say just that, dismissing the good deed he did with a rude comment like he usually would, Hinata pulled him down by the collar and smashed their lips together. It was so damn unexpected Kageyama didn't even close his eyes. He just stood there, with his aching lips against Hinata's, until a loud holler snapped him back to reality. Oh yeah, their whole fucking team was still there.

Kageyama pushed Hinata so hard the boy had to flail to keep his balance, "Idiot! Don't do that here!"

"Sorry! I got caught up in the moment" beamed Hinata, not sounding apologetic at all.

"Now, you two" Sugawara intervened, patting Kageyama and Hinata on the shoulders, "Save that for when you are alone, lets eat."

Everyone swarmed around the food and after Hinata got the first piece of cake, dug in like starving hyenas. Kageyama glanced over at Hinata between bites (more like inhales) of his cake, feeling strangely proud of the overjoyed expression on shorter boy's face. He also attended to the birthday boy, passing him a drink when he asked, and avoided instigating anything. He didn't want to pointlessly ruin the moment. He knew, it was absurd how cautious and gentle he was treating the blockhead, but he decided to save all that teasing for tomorrow.

Hinata softly elbowed Kageyama, whispering, "Stop watching me like that…it's kind of embarrassing."

This kid kissed him in front of the whole team without batting an eye, yet a little bit of staring was making him feel self conscious? He needed to get his priorities straight.

"Can't help it", Kageyama replied, enjoying the rare sight that was an embarrassed Hinata. "You look cute," he murmured.

Tsukishima scrunched his nose, "I could puke. I didn't even know the king could flirt."

Kageyama rolled his eyes, "Just shove it."

"Sorry, but I don't bottom" the blond sneered.

"Tsukishima…" Sawamura warned in a low voice.

Tsukishima put his hands up defensively and shrugged, returning his attention to his food. They all continued to eat until not a scrap was left; it took a total of twenty minutes—slow compared to how they ate after games. They cleaned up, said their goodbyes, and wished Hinata a wonderful birthday. Of course, before parting they made sure to spit out a few dirty jokes and innuendos, like most high school boys are prone to do. When out of sight, Kageyama slipped his hand into Hinata's and walked him over to the bike parking like he usually did.

"That was really fun" Hinata said as he unlocked his bike.

"That's good."

Hinata pulled his bike out and started walking it towards the corner they usually split off on, "But tomorrow will be more fun."

Kageyama sighed, "I hope."
Hinata stopped at the corner and looked up at him with a warm gaze, "I'll be spending time with you so it'll definitely be fun. That's good enough for me."

"You are such a sappy idiot " Kageyama scoffed, hoping Hinata couldn't see how red his ears probably were.

Hinata smirked, "You know you like it, don't even try to hide it, dumbass."

Kageyama roughly tussled Hinata's hair, each strand catching the beams of the setting sun, and couldn't help but think that he looked so…lovely. Yeah, in silent moments like this, when the midget's mouth was shut, he became such a pretty, lovely thing. Kageyama glazed over the shorter boy's face, stopping at the liquid honey eyes that reflected his own. He loved those eyes. They were always so focused, bright, and honest, as if you could see straight into Hinata's being just through the emotions in his eyes. Kageyama slid his hand to Hinata's cheek and bent down to give him a kiss. Hinata clutched the back of Kageyama's shirt to pull him closer, because even in this June heat there was too much distance between them. Their lips pressed softly and moved against each other in feather-light motions. Hinata prodded Kageyama's lips with his tongue, a small sigh escaping his mouth when Kageyama gave him access, welcoming the curious little tongue with his own. Their sexual frustration was almost tangible— a salty-sweet taste left behind with each swirl of their tongues. He wanted more. Kageyama could feel the heat pooling in his gut and his hand grew hot against Hinata's cheek.

"Fuck, "he whispered into the kiss, slowly pulling away. They were the middle of the street, barely outside the school; he couldn't let himself lose control here.

"Y-Yeah…" Hinata shakily let out, trying to stabilize his breathing.

Kageyama let his hand drop before it did anything he'd regret later, "Tomorrow. My parents will be leaving at 10 in the morning, so come any time after that."

Hinata nodded and got on his bike; "I'll be there at 10:15, then" he chimed.

Kageyama grinned, "Sure."

With that Hinata waved and rode off in the opposite direction that Kageyama was walking. Kageyama sighed and tugged at his book bag; all he had to do was wait for tomorrow. It wasn't as if waiting those few hours were going to kill him, if he just jerked off before going to sleep he'd be fine.

Truthfully, he'd probably have to jerk off more than just once.

He groaned into the still summer air, mentally kicking himself. This was getting freaking ridiculous.

Just like Hinata promised, he arrived at 10:15 on the dot.

Kageyama had just finished tidying up his room and the living room when Hinata rang the doorbell. He rushed to the door, taking a big breath before opening it. He had expected to find a bubbly, overexcited mop-head smiling brightly at him, but instead the person in front of him now was quite lackluster. Hinata gave him a goofy smile as a yawn overtook him, causing him to close his eyes and make his dark circles even more apparent. Kageyama took off his book bag and pulled him inside; worried that Hinata would fall asleep right on his doorstep.

Hinata shuffled in and took his shoes off; "Pardon the intrusion," he says as he yawns again.

"Why are you so sleepy?"

Hinata rubbed his eyes; "I was too excited for today so I couldn't sleep."

Kageyama shook his head, "Dumbass. You look like you are going to topple over any minute." He took Hinata's hand and lead him to the living room, "You should sleep. Even if we try to watch a movie or play a game, you'll just end up falling asleep."

Hinata smirked, "Lets take a nap together."

Kageyama sighed, "As long as you actually try to sleep."

Hinata pushed Kageyama onto the couch, "Yeah, yeah. I'm too sleepy to even try anything."

Kageyama lied down on his side, flush against the back of the couch to make space for the birthday boy. Hinata took a pillow from the other end of the couch, placed it by Kageyama, and slid into the vacant space. He giggled as he shifted to his side, his arm tucked under the pillow and his face level with Kageyama's chest. It was warm, but not in a suffocating way like Kageyama had expected, more like unbelievably cozy; Hinata's small body fit snug against his own. Kageyama draped the arm that wasn't acting as a pillow around Hinata's waist, pulling him into an embrace.

Hinata sighed blissfully, like he always did when his body was against Kageyama's, "Your heart is beating like crazy."

"I know," mumbled Kageyama, trying to will his heart to slow down.

Hinata crept his hand under Kageyama's shirt and Kageyama stiffened, his heart doing the opposite of what he wanted. "I'm not trying anything" Hinata assured in a sleepy voice, "I just want to feel your heartbeat. I don't know why but it makes me really happy." He placed a small, warm hand over Kageyama's chest, closed his eyes, and fell asleep with his lips curl up into a smile.

"Idiot," Kageyama whispered as he buried his face into Hinata's hair and dozed off.

5 hours.

They slept a total of five hours before the growing numbness in his arm forced Kageyama to move, and as a result, Hinata landed on the floor with a loud thump. You would think that having ancestors that slept in uncomfortable coffins for years would give him longer endurance.

Hinata rubbed his head, "That hurt you asshole!"

"My bad, I couldn't feel my arm. " Kageyama stood up, pulling Hinata up with him. "Are you hungry? I can make us something."

"You can cook?" Hinata asked, eyes twinkling.

"Don't get your hopes up. I can't make anything fancy" Kageyama replied as he poked Hinata in the cheek.

"Anything's fine. I'm starving!"

Kageyama walked over to the kitchen, "Okay. Just give me 10 minutes."

In actuality, it took Kageyama more than twenty minutes to make carbonara pasta—even when using a onion-less premade sauce—because Hinata kept distracting him. The birthday boy would try to get a peek at the pan and was a general nuisance, causing Kageyama to push him out of the kitchen various times. Eventually, Hinata realized that he was being counter productive and sat down on the couch to wait patiently. After Kageyama was done cooking, he brought the plates of pasta and two cups of juice over to the small coffee table in front of the couch. Hinata snatched one of the plates like he was a cat left to starve for a year; the boy was absurdly quick when it came to food. They scarfed down the food in the usual manner while deciding what movie they were going to watch. Hinata insisted they watch a scary movie, refuting Kageyama's claim that he wouldn't be able to sleep and would probably piss himself. After a fiery debate, which included kicking and other characteristically childish actions, they decided on Wreck-it Ralph, because both of them had a secret love for animated movies. Also, because Hinata's other suggestion was Hotel Transylvania and Kageyama was in no mood to jinx his night by watching some stupid rendition of vampires.

Kageyama sat in the middle of the couch, "Tanaka told me this was good."

Hinata stood in from of him, "Hey, make space for me."

"There is plenty of space next to me you idiot."

"I don't want to sit next to you, Bakayama. I want to sit there!" He pointed to Kageyama's lap with a grin.

"On my lap? You aren't heavy but you also aren't that light, you know."

Hinata rolled his eyes and spread Kageyama's legs a bit, squeezing into the space now available. Kageyama tried not to tense up as Hinata shimmied against him, his back against Kageyama's chest. The birthday boy grabbed Kageyama's arms, wrapped them around his waist, and placed warm little hands on top of those sitting on his lap.

"Hmm. Isn't this nice?"

"Yeah, if I could see the screen through the bird nest on your head" Kageyama grumbled, ineffectively hiding the bit of joy in his voice.

"You can never be honest, can you?" Hinata shifted his body a bit to the left, "There, you happy?"

Kageyama rested his chin on Hinata's shoulder, "Hn."

Hinata took the remote control and pressed play, all his weight comfortably resting against Kageyama. They watched the movie in silence for a while. Usually Hinata would be the first to comment and Kageyama would shut him up, but both of their eyes were glued to the screen. There was something really refreshing yet nostalgic about the movie that enchanted the arcade playing little boy in each of them. Somewhere in what was probably the middle of the movie, Kageyama lolled his head in the opposite direction to stretch his cramping neck. With his head like this, his face was closer to the nook of Hinata's neck and a pleasant scent overtook him. It was flowery, most likely caused by a scented soap or shampoo. He subconsciously nuzzled closer to the pale, slender neck, and placed a light kiss where the skin and his lips met. He was sure that his being part vampire had something to do with this deep attraction he had to Hinata's neck. If there was one thing the human myths got right was that necks seemed to be a vampire's favorite place to feed from.

"Hng." Hinata shuddered lightly, "Stop, I have a sensitive neck."

"Noted," Kageyama whispered as he alternated between pecks and sucking. He didn't really know what spurred this sudden interest in Hinata neck, well, aside from his mounting sexual frustration, but he wasn't actually planning to take it very far at the moment. He just felt like teasing the kid a bit.

"H-hey" Hinata said a bit breathlessly, "Are we going to?"

"Hmm," Kageyama hummed against Hinata's neck and returned to his original position. "Yeah, but later."

"Later as in next year? Why did you start doing that when you knew you were not going to follow through," Hinata huffed, " I also missed a part of the movie."

Kageyama squeezed Hinata slightly, "Stop jumping the gun, airhead. I meant later as in later tonight."

"Huh?" A smile brightened Hinata's features, "Really? You're not joking?"

"I'm not. I was thinking that we should cut the cake my mom bought for you at midnight and then we can try to...have sex." It was more than odd saying it out loud; it was outright excruciatingly awkward.

But it seemed he wasn't the only one feeling sheepish, Hinata's cheeks flushed bright red the moment those last few words came out of Kageyama's mouth. "Okay. Sounds good" he quietly responded and both of them returned their focus to the movie.

After finishing the first movie, they moved on to a few hours of video games. Neither of them was playing his best—it was difficult to be truly competitive when having sex with your rival was taking up most of your thoughts. But they did their best to fake normality: throwing a few curse words around, ignoring the tangible sexual tension in the room, and playfully shoving each other. It was fine because it was mutual and both silently acknowledged how ridiculously awkward they were being. After getting fed up with video games they raided the kitchen for snacks and started watching another movie, their last attempt at killing time for the night. This time around they went with Battle Royal since seeing people get murdered does a great job at keeping your libido in check.

Hinata stood up and stretched, turning off the T.V, "Wow. Sitting around all day can actually be tiring."

Kageyama glanced at the clock, "It's eleven…"

Hinata cleared his throat, "Um, should we shower now? It's probably better we do it before we cut the cake."

"Uh, yeah. Good point. Did you bring your pj's?"

"No, I didn't, just a change of clothes and my toothbrush. I figured I could just borrow something from you."

"Sure, if you don't mind it being three times bigger than you" Kageyama responded in a tone as snarky as his growing nerves would let him.

Hinata smirked, "It's fine. That means if I borrow a t-shirt, I won't need to wear pants."

This asshole threw low blows, but two could play that game. "Even if you wore pants, you'd only have them on for a few minutes anyhow," Kageyama stated, a bit too stiffly.

"Oh…that's true" Hinata said as he fiddled with the hem of his shorts.

"Don't get serious so suddenly, it makes it awkward."

"But it's the truth! And we are already being super awkward."

Kageyama sighed and grabbed Hinata's hand, "Come. Let's put your bag in my room and pick something for you to wear. "

They climbed up the stairs and opened the dark mahogany door farthest to the right. Kageyama's room wasn't very impressive; like any other room it had white walls, and the quilt and curtains were navy blue. But, the boring palette suit Kageyama. The only feature that added some life to the room was a few trophies and posters of volleyball players. Kageyama walked across to his drawer and pulled out a few t-shirts in an attempt to find a shirt that didn't look like a dress on Hinata. His effort was futile.

"Here, this one looks the smallest but I doubt it really is."

Hinata took the plain white t-shirt from him, "Thanks."

Kageyama grabbed another shirt and boxers for himself, "I'll make the bath and you can get in first. Just don't take forever."

"Why don't we bathe together?"

Kageyama almost choked on spit, "What?"

Hinata shrugged, a shy smile gracing his face, "Well…we'll be seeing each other naked later anyhow…"

"Yeah but that would be in the dark and, you know."

"You've seen me half naked already, it's not that big of a deal."

Kageyama pinched Hinata's cheek, "Says the guy whose cheeks look like cherry tomatoes, stupid."

Hinata slapped his hand away, "Whatever. It's fine; just admit you are too much of a coward."

"Okay, okay. Lets do it. It's the only way to get you to shut up " Kageyama grumbled, leading a triumphant looking Hinata back downstairs.

Once in the bathroom, both of them set their clean clothes on the counter next to the sink. Kageyama slid open the frosted glass door that lead to the bath and shower area, walking inside to fill the tub. Hinata quietly watched him, unsure whether to start undressing beforehand or wait until the awkwardness reached its peak so they could undress while adverting eye contact. He decided on the latter; a flustered Kageyama was fun to watch, even at the cost of being butt naked himself.

"It's filled. So how are we doing this?" Kageyama stated as he returned to the changing room.

Hinata shrugged and pulled his shirt over his head, letting it drop besides him, "By getting naked, smarty. You do it too!"

Though Kageyama was looking away as he took off his shirt, he could distinctly feel Hinata's eyes on him. Where the hell did this idiot get all his courage; do airheads feel no shame? He folded the shirt, placed it on the floor, and took a deep breath as he faced Hinata again. He tried to convince himself that Hinata was just another guy, and seeing him naked would be no different from seeing guys naked in a hot spring. "There."

"We'll take our pants and boxers off on three."

"How old are we, seven?"

"Do you have any other suggests, Mr. Awkward-pants the third?"

"No."

Hinata grinned, "Okay. One…two…three!"

They both exposed themselves with a jerky motion, eyes squeezed shut, and breath held. Hinata was the first to break the silence with a giggle, following with a hum as he kicked his bottoms aside. Kageyama convinced himself to open his eyes and do the same instead of standing there like a statue with his dick hanging out. They shared a few momentary glances, the mutual feeling of shame spurring some relief in each of them.

Hinata stepped into the bath and shower area, "Come on slow poke."

Kageyama followed and closed the frosted glass door behind him, "Always so damn impatient."

"If I let you stand out there any longer you'd probably change your mind"

"No I wouldn't."

Hinata turned the shower to forty degrees Celsius, "Uh-huh. Sure. Hey, lets wash each other's backs?"

"Like a newlywed couple?" Kageyama replied sarcastically.

"Exactly." Hinata sat on grey tiled floor and reached for the handheld showerhead that hung right above the edge of the tub.

Kageyama sat behind Hinata, "Can I wash your hair for you?"

"Yeah." Hinata turned around to face Kageyama, spraying him in the face with the warm water, "I get the feeling you like my hair more than me."

"That might be true," Kageyama swiped the showerhead and sprayed Hinata with it until his hair was dripping wet.

"Jerk."

"I'm kidding, you know."

Hinata passed him the shampoo, "I know."

Kageyama relinquished his control over the showerhead, poured some shampoo in his palm, and lathered the birthday boy's hair with it. Hinata's hair turned into a darker shade of orange and was soft, almost silky, when wet. Although even when sitting, Kageyama was taller than Hinata, the mop-head faced the floor to give his hair-loving boyfriend more access. But instead of closing his eyes to prevent shampoo from getting in, like most normal people do, he was doing something else.

"You're pretty big…"

"Are you seriously staring at my dick?" Kageyama groaned, taking the showerhead and spraying the brat with water.

Hinata laughed, "Well yeah, I'm curious. I can't help it."

Kageyama took more shampoo and started washing his own hair, "And actually, I'm more of a shower not a grower, so I'm not that big. I'm below the world average." It wasn't strange for guys to be talking about their size, but it felt odd talking about this with his boyfriend.

"Huh." Hinata took body soap and started to lather his body. Kageyama tried his best not to trail his eyes along the pale skin but it was hopeless, he kept stealing a glance at Hinata's thin hips and speckles of orange hair at the base of his penis. Hinata smirked, "You measure yourself?"

"Don't most guys measure themselves? Don't you?"

"Yeah I have. I don't know, I just didn't think you'd care enough."

Kageyama rinsed his hair, "I think it'd be hard to find a guy who didn't care about his dick."
"How big are you?"

"Why do you want to know?" Kageyama passed Hinata the showerhead.

"Just answer, Bakayama."

"12.7 centimeters" Kageyama said as he took body soap to wash himself.

"Oh! I'm 12.4 centimeters so we're almost the same size" Hinata chimed. Of course this kid would get excited to rival Kageyama even when it came to penis size. "But then that means I'm definitely a grower, since it doesn't look that big when I'm not hard."

And queue the mental images of an aroused Hinata. Fuck man, they needed to stop talking about this. Kageyama doused himself in water while trying to conjure up less perverted images, like puppies, and the snacks they had previously stuffed themselves with. It partially worked. "Do you want to get in the bath? Though it might be a tight fit."

Hinata turned the shower off and stepped into the tub, sitting at one end of the bath with his knees to his chest. Kageyama sat at the other end, letting a sigh escape his lips as the hot water relaxed his tense muscles. They sat there and looked at each other for a few minutes. It was as pleasant and peaceful a bath with your naked boyfriend could get. Kageyama took this time to study Hinata's features, his delicate shoulders, the almost unnoticeable muscle of his forearms, how his usually puffy hair framed his face, these were all things Kageyama never had a chance to see before. He wondered if Hinata was thinking the same thing.

"Are you nervous?" Hinata whispered, uncharacteristically immersed in thought.

"I don't want to admit it but yeah, a bit." But for reasons Hinata couldn't even imagine; for how would he know that his boyfriend's biggest fear at the moment was exposing his vampire lineage.

Hinata hugged his knees, "It'll be fine. We are going to be self-conscious and some things are bound to go wrong, but at least we're trying, right?"

"I guess."

"Are you sure you want to do this? Sometimes I feel like you just go along with things because I nag you. I don't want to do this unless you really want to."

Kageyama locked eyes with Hinata, "I'm positive. I've wanted to do this for a while now."

Hinata blushed, "Same."

"It's probably almost twelve." Kageyama stood up and stepped out of the tub, "Lets go get dressed." Hinata nodded and followed him to the changing room to dry off.

After getting dressed they ambled towards the kitchen. Although Kageyama's dirty thoughts were having a field day with Hinata's shirt-dress look, he was at ease. It was as if forcing themselves to go through the most humiliating situation dissipated most of the palpable gawkiness and tension between them.

Kageyama took a small white box out of the fridge and placed it on the counter, "We didn't know what your favorite cake was so my mom just bought strawberry shortcake."

Hinata helped slide the cake out of the box, "I love strawberry shortcake. Make sure to thank your mom for me."

"Yeah, I will."

"This also reminds me, I am older than you!"

Kageyama rolled his eyes and lit the candles shaped into a sixteen, "Even though you look like you are five."

"Don't talk to your elders like that."

"Just blow the stupid candles."

Hinata glanced at the clock, "Wait. There is still a minute left."

Kageyama sighed and also watched the clock. " Happy Birthday, Shouyou" he whispered when it finally turned twelve.

Hinata pulled him in for a chaste kiss and stepped back, his smile gleaming, "Thank you for everything. This is the best birthday ever."

"You're welcome. Now blow the candle out before wax gets on the cake."

Hinata closed his eyes, pausing for a brief moment to make his wish, and blew out the candle. He licked his lips in anticipation, "This looks delicious. Lets eat!"

"Yeah, wait you idiot." Kageyama opened the drawer closest to the stove; "We should have a cake slicer somewhere around here."

"We don't need that." Hinata grabbed a large knife from the set on the counter, "Lets just use this."

"No you dumbass, you might cut—

Kageyama couldn't even finish his sentence. Before he got another word out he had the wind knocked out of him, like someone had punched him straight in the chest. He doubled over, a forearm on the counter to keep himself from falling to the floor as his other hand clutched chest. His throat was throbbing. He felt like he was choking on air and his vision was getting hazy. What the hell was happening to him?

And that's when he saw it. A worried Hinata approaching him, while sucking on his bleeding left index finger.

Everything he feared was happening.

They made eye contact and Hinata's expression was overtaken by confusion and possibly, Kageyama could tell, some fear.

"Get away, " Kageyama choked out. He let himself fall to the floor just as his aching, uncomfortable fangs finished protruding. Not again. Not this again.

"K-Kageyama. Your eyes, they are glowing." Hinata said almost in a whimper, and yet again tried to get closer to his boyfriend.

"Get the fuck away!" He snarled, forgetting that in this state even his weak telekinetic powers could do damage. Hinata flew a few feet back and slammed against the end of the couch, a wince slipping out of his lips.

Kageyama bit his knuckle, the rims of his eyes burning with tears. He didn't want to hurt Hinata. He should have been paid more attention; he should have taken the knife away before the idiot had the chance to use it. Shit. Shit. Shit. Kageyama curled into himself and the tears rolled down his cheeks—he was starting to lose it. The smell of blood was engulfing him, making his throat feel scratchy and fangs pulse painfully. He could taste his own blood from the knuckle he was gnawing on, but it tasted horrible. It was coppery and almost salty, like what blood tastes to normal humans, and nothing like the sweet, alluring smell Hinata's blood gave off. He was fucking salivating, that's how far gone he currently was.

Hinata cautiously crawled back into the kitchen, inching closer to Kageyama, "Hey…Tobio."

Kageyama shook his head violently, "Idiot…leave." If Hinata got any closer, who knows what he'd do to him. His throat was tight and his voice came out in husky whispers, "Please, I'll hurt you."

"No you wont" Hinata assured him in a gentle voice, " See, you even flung me across the room yet I'm okay. I promise I can endure it. Just let me help you."

Kageyama bit down on his bottom lip, the fangs digging into the sides of his mouth. He was now shivering, as if his human side was trying to fight off the virus that was his vampire blood. With every inch Hinata took towards him, he felt a thread of his sanity snap. He wanted to trust himself. Everything ached so badly and he knew it was mostly his desire talking, but if there was one thing he was sure of it was that he had never loved anyone as much as he loved Hinata. And a part of him knew he should put faith in that feeling.
Hinata rubbed Kageyama's back, "Hey. Come on, face me." His voice was soft and low, like he was talking to a scared puppy.

Kageyama slowly sat up and looked into Hinata's warm honey eyes. Hinata smiled brightly, his eyes still unwavering, and pulled Kageyama's hand away from his mouth. He gently caressed Kageyama's cheeks and wiped away the tears with his thumb. "Your eyes turned purple…amethyst. They're so pretty."

Kageyama felt himself getting woozy, as if he had been starving for the past hundred years. He grabbed Hinata's left hand and lapped the blood sliding down his index finger. It tasted so damn good. He sucked on cut the in an attempt to get as much blood as he could, but the small gasp Hinata let out shook him out of his trance. He let Hinata's hand go, "I'm sorry."

Hinata shook his head, laughing at Kageyama's slight lisp, "It's fine. But that's not enough right?" Hinata pulled at his oversized t-shirt and revealed his neck, "You can, you know. I don't mind."

Kageyama hesitated, the sound of both their heartbeats hammering in his head, "But—

Hinata hushed him and placed a hand behind Kageyama's head to guide him towards his neck, "I trust you. Just drink before you pass out, you dumbass."

Kageyama licked Hinata's neck and felt him shiver, mostly likely because the area was sensitive, not because he was afraid. At least that's what Kageyama was trying to make himself believe. He licked the spot one more time before slowly puncturing the skin with his fangs, lapping up the blood that started dripping soon after. This method was slow, and though Kageyama felt some relief to the itch in his throat, it still wasn't enough. So he resorted to sucking and as expected, the blood flowed into his mouth. Hinata grasped at the hair near the base of Kageyama's neck as small moans escaped his mouth. Strangely, Kageyama could taste Hinata's arousal —it made his blood even sweeter— and it encouraged him. As Kageyama sucked harder, Hinata's moans grew louder and he started to squirm. This was getting to be addictive.

In fear of draining his boyfriend, Kageyama stopped and slowly slid his fangs out of Hinata's neck. He lapped up the leftover blood and gently kissed the wounds. "Sorry", he whispered, his face nuzzled in Hinata's neck.

"D-Don't apologize" Hinata responded, breathless, "That was amazing."

Kageyama felt like all the stress that had been building up inside him had suddenly evaporated. And the warmth of Hinata's blood quieted his shivers. "I'm happy", he mumbled.

"Kageyama?" Hinata asked, concern obvious in his voice.

But he didn't catch that. What's funny is that even though he quenched his thirst, he still ended up passing out.

A/N:Thank you SO much for all the reviews and encouragement. It means a lot to me. Also, I'm sorry the smut didn't happen in this chapter. This oneshot has ended up being SO much longer than I expected and this part took me longer than I had planned, so again, I put it up before I had to make you guys wait yet another week. And yes, maybe you noticed, but this one shot is now officially 3 parts. Maybe I should stop calling it a oneshot. I'm positive the next part will be the final, so make sure to come back for the smut, day activities, Kageyama back story, and an explanation of Kageyama's vampire clan. And please leave me more love, I'd love to hear what you guys think!