Chapter Thirty-Three: Kuroo IV
Kuroo finds it almost too easy to fake interest in Shouyou's recovery, he tries to guide his precious person through the process feeling oddly reminiscent to the long months where he'd spend hours texting Kenma about volleyball theory. The small middle blocker is slowly becoming his fourth precious person, he only notices on the count of his fingers six days after his challenge. Four. Stares past bangs with straining eyes, his fingers still counted four; there's denial, still feels contempt for the dark haired boy for stealing Kenma, but there's something else, he thinks he could love Shouyou in a new way, vastly dissimilar to his parents and to Kenma. He's not sure how to explain it, would prefer not to think about it if orange turned black would grand him reprieve.
He's convinced that the new hair has something to do with his new feelings. Both orange and black suit Shouyou perfectly, but he thinks the darker color makes the younger boy look more mature, should he decide to ignore hickies and the wide eyes of a child. Studying color theory wasn't something Kuroo thought he would ever look into, but here he was, scanning his computer screen and asking anything but the question he needed to ask. Why do I care? Logically, he knows he should distance himself from Shouyou as much as possible, Oikawa was still out there and still dangerous, taking into account Shouyou's unknown condition that Kenma refuses to talk about, he's certain that his feelings will lead to nothing but destruction. He needs to distance Kenma from...
His new precious person.
Grey hair isn't something he should have to deal with at eighteen, or even twenty, and finding gleaming silver as he tugged his hair in frustration put things in a new perspective. Worrying about Kenma had never been stressful, he just did it. Thought about the blond boy for hours on end, wondering if he had eaten or if he had done his homework. That ease and those problems didn't apply to Shouyou, he hadn't had to convince the middle blocker to continue his education, didn't have to explain that calling someone an idiot was rude, he didn't have to shield Shouyou from people.
He wanted to. A compelling urge that Kuroo can't begin to decipher. Never having to fight on Kenma's behalf for as long as he's known the smaller boy had been a blessing, and he's only been in one other instance that could ever be considered a fight. Middle school had been a very dark time, he still can't eat pocky without imaging the sound of a nose breaking. Kuroo pulls himself together, stares at the university enrollment papers and color wheels on his computer. Higher education was something that he was still unsure about, he's certain that his dad will hide his body in a lake if he doesn't sign up for at least one class, but there's nothing that catches his attention. Pricey knowledge would fall on deaf ears if he didn't have his precious people - person - in the same vicinity; their separation, he knows, is inevitable, knows that Kenma will be long gone one day. Kuroo prays that the blond boy looks back at least once before going.
"Major." Testing the word out is awkward, knows he'll have to get used to it in a year or two. Hello, my name is Kuroo Tetsurou and my major is... He doesn't know. I want to be... There. He wants to be there, with Kenma and Shouyou to protect his special person. People. Protection is a career, knows there are paths to become a protector, but the subject just brings back law school. Expectations for that path are too constricting for him to pursue it. Happiness is as important as finding his self-worth when it comes to something he'll be doing for the rest of his life. Kuroo fills out everything except one box, the drop-down menu feels too much like condemnation for his taste. Convincing himself that the few months until his graduation will last longer than the calendar suggests, he turns off his computer and sighs into the now quiet room. March seemed like an eternity away, but he knows that those are too short, knows that several eternities can come and go before the school year ends.
Crawling into bed amnesty from planning his entire life around a fifteen minute spreadsheet; working his phone onto the charger grants him disputable pleasure as he checks up on Shouyou's progress, pointedly ignoring all of Oikawa's irritating texts. Kenma sent him a picture of Shouyou crying along with an explanation of why it was happening. He never knew his precious person was such a sadist, he ends up laughing after staring at the picture for a long time, knowing that only Shouyou would cry over Animal Crossing of all things. His euphoria doesn't last long as he continues reading more of his precious person's words, an admission of concern. Shouyou would be leaving soon, returning to lonely Miyagi and a possessive Oikawa. He wants Shouyou to stay, if only for the boy's preservation instead of Kenma's satisfaction. He can tell that Shouyou doesn't trust him, doesn't know about how it was him that eased the dark haired boy through his lethargic state. Kuroo tries not to take it to heart, tries to deny that he's feeling something towards Hinata Shouyou besides respect and a sense of rivalry.
He sends the team - excluding Kenma - a message to show up at noon sharp for a surprise practice. An alarm is set and replies are ignores by squishing his head between his pillows, Tokyo noise is drowned out and he can only hear the beating of his heart and slow breathing. The sensation of isolation drives him into relaxation, counts Kenmas until he realizes that numbers are just a construct of society, and he's alone right now. Kuroo dreams of his precious people, the ones related to him are thankfully absent. That realization gives him breathing room he didn't know he craved, that extra space is pulled away with flashes of black and gold. There's pressure against his lips and hands curling around his waist.
Kuroo wakes up throbbing, pulsing too hot liquid into his boxers. The dark haired boy shudders in mortification and waits for the tingling to subside. I just had a wet dream about a kiss. Sparks of memories tell him it had been more than one kiss with more than one person do not help his panicking state. I kissed Shouyou. Knowing the exact opposite to be true fills him with longing and irritation, all of his previous sessions had been focused solely on Kenma and had never held been so innocent in nature. His pillows serves as a tissue and a muffler as he screams into the damp fibers, he really wish he could just ignore it, but he knows that not confronting the situation will only lead to more embarrassment.
With a sigh and awkward stretching, his soaked and only garment is ripped from his body with languid desperation. The balled up fabric is tossed into almost blackness, the same place he would throw his now flooded imagination if he could. A shower is decided before he even lifts his head from the pillow, allows too hot water to peel destructive, impure thoughts from his skin along with dried up blotches of his release. He should be disgusted but finds everything but that as he scans his emotions, being close to his precious people made him happy. Being with both of them at the same time was unexpected but not entirely unpleasant if his body had anything to say about it. Shampoo and conditioner remind him that Shouyou probably shared Kenma's shampoo, and they'd both smell the same. Holy shit. Repeats the thought out loud, several times as he fixates on perfecting his appearance for today's match. The reminder that both subject of his fantasy will be there made him curse even more frequently.
The dark haired boy ends up at the gym an hour before anyone is scheduled to show up, it's only when he's hanging up the net that he realizes something very important. Kuroo isn't sure why he thought that smacking balls would take his mind off of other balls. A cart of them is settled too close to him and is pushed away with a swift kick, the feeling of an imminent catastrophe settles in his gut as he starts practicing. It's pushed down to blatant paranoia, knows that nobody would barge through the gym doors and announce that the captain had had a wet dream about his best friend and temporary neighbor.
Unfortunate timing makes his heart freeze along with his legs, the door does slide open and someone does announce something. His attention is only half there as he takes in the arrival of his team, "Hey hey hey!" His ace bellows, arms full of a too long neck. "This'll teach you to sneak up on your elder!" Yamamato jeers with a rough squeeze on their newest regular; the taller boy squeaks out apologizes and Kuroo hides a snicker watching the too long lithe limbs clamber in the direction the older boy leads him. "Now now, don't want any injuries in the gym. You know how coach gets about unnecessary paperwork." He calls out to his teammates, offering distracted waves to the rest of them. Certain that the shiver from his ace wasn't just his imagination, he stalks forward as soon as Lev's neck is released and grapples the taller boy himself.
"C-Captain!" Lev squawks indignantly, he smiles down at the taller boy. "Yo." He greets with a pat to a mess of pale hair. Ignoring mumbles from his team about how unfair he is, he tugs the taller boy towards the locker room and pushes him inside. "Come prepared next time!" He shouts, pushing a jean clad leg out of the way so he can slam the door as dramatically as he pleases. The noise draws in the attention of the gym's other occupants, all eyes are on him suddenly and he offers more personalized greetings, thanking all for being here without telling them why. Lev returns after a long moment, finally in practice acceptable clothing, and offers to help the younger boy stretch.
"Captain, you're hurting me."
"Am I?"
"H-Yes!"
"Are you sure?" He queries while pushing a too lithe arm until he's sure that the half-Russian will be able to scratch his face from at least six angles, the younger boy squirms and he chuckles as innocently as he can manage. "S-so, why are we here again?" Lev questions with his eyes glued to his perfectly stretched shoulder, he shrugs and mumbles incoherently for a moment, hoping that the middle blocker will just enjoy his surprise. He sends a message to Kenma after not ruining his teammate's limbs, giving him an hour to prepare for his inevitable loss.
His precious person is surprisingly not late, Kuroo is almost certain that the black haired middle blocker attached to Kenma's arm has something to do with it. "Chibi-chan!" He exclaims, praying that I had a wet dream about kissing you isn't written into his grey hairs and awkward smile, he darts over to the smaller boy and lifts him off the ground wondering if his make-Kenma-on-time secret will fall out of his shorts. The black haired boy glares up at him throw messed up bangs, "Why'd you do that, Kuroo?" Shouyou snarls at him, he pretends that it isn't cute.
"You called me by my name! Oh chibi-chan, I never thought the day would come." He offers instead of an explanation, glad for the lack of honorifics or the nickname Shouyou's phone has him saved as. Kuroo can't stop his hand before it's settled in silky blackness, only frowning slightly at the flinch his action receives. "Oh! Who's this guy? He's so short- even shorter up close!" The Nekoma captain contemplates pulling his hand out of Shouyou's hair to punch Lev before he says even worse things, his restraint is found just as the middle blocker shows up at his side.
Kuroo isn't surprised when Shouyou challenges the taller boy to a fight, finds himself smiling as he recalls the same threat from when the younger boy couldn't even walk on his own. "I-I didn't mean anything by it!" The half-Russian squeaks, attempting to hide behind him. "How tall are you anyway?" The smallest asks, glaring at Lev exclusively now. "Uh- About one hundred ninety-four, last time I checked." The number still shocks him when he hears it, but Shouyou looks more annoyed than placated by the admission.
"Chibi-chan this is-" But the brat cuts him off, "My name is Hinata Shouyou, and I'm going to be Karasuno's ace and go to nationals, so don't forget it!" The little imp is glaring at him now; the outburst surprises him but Lev chooses now to introduce himself. "Haiba Lev." The taller middle blocker offers Shouyou his hand, "Future ace of Nekoma!" Yamamato beats him to the punch, inserting his fist none too carefully into the middle blocker's side. Kuroo ignores the bickering of his teammates in favor of watching the newcomer stammer over the foreign name. "Where are you from?" The black haired boy questions with an aggravated pout.
"Uh- Tokyo." Lev answers, trying to squirm away from their ace's fist; he watches Shouyou's face contort in confusion with half a smile, almost feels sorry for the younger boy as he makes another attempt at the strange name. "Why are you so tall, it's very rude." Shouyou mutters, grabbing at Kenma's arm again. "Sorry?" Lev concedes, and the urge to help the taller boy stretch returns. "Well, Shouyou-chan, now that you've met this guy, it's time to get down to business." He announces, making sure to stress the other boy's first name as much as possible. A clap of his hands has the court emptied and his team lined up
"Ready to lose, Kuroo-chan?" The black haired boy calls out, but Kuroo just laughs, soaking in the new confidence that Shouyou pulled from almost nowhere. "It'll certainly be a surprise if someone as short as you can beat me." He teases, almost regretting the words when Shouyou almost jumps at him. "Remember, Shouyou-chan, loser decides what to do with the loser." He chides, flourishing his hand to offer up his teammates.
"I want Kenma!" The younger boy demands, his heart sinks a little at that, Kenma was their only regular setter as well as his precious person. "As a sign of good faith, I'm willing to let that happen." The words are meant to be of kindhearted nature, but they sound bitter in his own ears. "Anyone else, captain?" He badgers, almost cackling at the blush spreading across Shouyou's cheeks. "Oh- Pick me! Pick Me! Sho-chan!" Wondering if coach will actually need that paperwork, his gaze falls onto the overexcited form of Lev, catches the ending bit of Shouyou's glare and hopes that Lev will get the message.
"Fine... stupid Lev." The younger boy trails off with Lev's name, Kuroo almost offers to teach him the name, especially since he was going to be on the same team as rrebvvv. "Just be ready to take down your captain, because he's a dumb-" He watches his precious person clamp a hand over Shouyou's mouth before the insult can be finished, "Lev, go stretch." Kenma advises. He hides a cackle behind his hand takes another look at his team, wondering if he should go all out or help their weakest link with some additional practice.
A combination of both is his best bet, "Yamamato, Inuoka!" He calls, and the two boys step forward. "Are you gonna beat Shouyou and Kenma-senpai?" Suppressing a sigh, he tells the younger boys to get ready for the most interesting game of volleyball they will ever experience. The rest of the team disperses, he offers them smiles and nods before turning back to Shouyou and Kenma, offering the smallest boy his hand. "Good luck, captain." He asserts along with his hand, enjoying the way that Shouyou's face breaks out into another blush.
Shouyou's hand is small and warm in his, clammy as well but he ignores that when the smaller boy's too brown gaze falls into his line of sight. He's known the other middle blocker to be a few things, the subject of his hatred and someone he respects, a very embarrassing figment of his fantasy, but never intimidating. It's something he can't quite name, but the unnatural way that brown orbs draw him in rattles his head. Then Shouyou is smiling, a half distracting fox grin that makes him regret having an extra serving of rice for breakfast. "Get ready to lose!" The small boy chirps, extracting his heat from Kuroo's grasp.
He smiles, something vicious that spreads his lips before he can help it, "Ah, but I have no intentions of losing, Shouyou-chan." Shouyou is still smiling when he turns around, clapping at his two teammates to stand up. "Let's do this!" Grabbing a ball for their game gives him an excuse to see his precious person up close for the first time in what seems like forever, he hears music when their fingers collide and pretends not to notice that their touching doesn't last an awkward amount of time.
Shouyou serving first is a surprise in itself, the middle blocker has the power to set the tone of the game with his next move; the ball flies over the net, slowly and reveals how out of practice the smaller boy is with their sport. He intercepts the ball easily enough, pushing it to the left is an easy decision, both Kenma and Lev are average at receives and Inuoka is a very good asset when psyched up. He expects the ball to sling past his precious person, the blond boy is just as out of practice as Shouyou is, and almost gasps when gold flashes and Kenma is there. "Shouyou." His precious person calls out, and the dark haired boy in question is flying into the path of the ball.
Shouyou flies.
His wariness of the smaller boy makes sense, watching compact legs launch a too thin body into the air. The first attack takes him by surprise, but he's throwing himself into ball's path; he doesn't make it, Kuroo almost smiles, almost proud of the other captain. Lev crowds his enemy turned fantasy turned rival, he barely has enough time to school his face into a glare before the runt is smiling at him. "It's on, you little brat!" He declares, shoving his chin up to appear even taller than the already short boy.
The jump serve startles him, wasn't aware that Shouyou even knew the theory behind it, let alone being capable of doing one after just learning to walk. Kuroo's impressed, not that a black haired little jerk needs to know that. Team Hinata's lead forced encouraging words out of his mouth, already seeing signs of his teammate's frustration. Inuoka manages to intercept Shouyou's next serve, he grapples it towards Yamamato and the ace rockets it through Lev's widespread arms. They share whoops and hugs while the score gets tallied, it should be enough to change the tide, especially when he can see Lev getting scolded for using the fuck word, followed by another ill attempt at pronouncing his name from the enemy captain.
"Here it comes, Shouyou-chan!" He croons, twisting his palm as he serves it. Flashes of black and his service ace chance is ruined, allows himself to be frustrated with Shouyou's recovery while they're on opposite ends of the net. Checking that Kenma is setting the ball, he scoots forward, too aware of Lev's awkward spiking angles. His dash is cut short when he notices Lev jumping too late, the silver haired boy distracted with cheering on his teammate. Kenma's set, a beautiful toss that had been awkwardly augmented for Lev's height, fling towards Yaku and barely manages to miss the libero's head.
Making sure not to get shown up, he indulges himself in his own jump serve, sending the ball rocketing towards the out-line. Shouyou barely manages to intercept that one, but he still frowns. Shouyou hadn't practiced in almost a month and was still able to catch up to his serves. With a sigh, he darts forward not sure how Kenma will respond to the ball's awkward angle, Kuroo realizes too late that the blur of black wasn't just his imagination. Faster than he could blink Shouyou was across the court, already in the air and ball practically within his spiking range; Kuroo's not sure how long it's been since he's fallen victim to a regular straight, a weak one at that. He's pretty sure it was back in middle school, in the early days of teaching Kenma and himself the rules of the game.
His heart almost stops when Shouyou's next dive ends up with his face on the ground and the ball smacking into his head from Yamamato, he wants to laugh as well, but he'll save that for when he knows the younger boy is okay. "That all you got?" The middle blocker teases, making his ace growl in frustration; Kuroo is still concerned, wondering if Shouyou's head will just fall in half like a watermelon at some point. He keeps a careful eye on the younger boy through the remainder of the set, he's almost shocked by the news that they've managed it when all three of them are concurrently frustrated with Shouyou's optimism and dedication, along with his ability to back it up.
As a captain, it hurts to see one of his teammates hurting, but technically Lev isn't on his team at the moment and finds himself smiling at the taller boy's wail of agony. He lets Inuoka start off the next set, a decision he immediately regrets when the first year starts screaming while serving. Both of the middle blockers on the other team both dive a the weak serve and Kuroo winces, wondering which one of them is going to lose a limb. Shouyou is up and in soaring in front of him when he looks back. His jump is awkward and desperate, hoping that his moment of hesitation won't lose them the first point; his fingers flex outwards on instinct, allowing his eyes to observe Shouyou's overwhelming presence. He's certain that the lights are making the shorter boy look enormous in front of him, and barely notices as the ball collides with his middle finger and ricochets off the court.
"Nice wipe, Shouyou-chan." Kuroo offers as he replays the last few moments in his mind, gives the smaller boy a smile to express the honesty of his compliment. "Wipe?" The younger captain asks, Kuroo almost sighs, wishing that such talent wasn't wasted on chasing dreams at Karasuno. "It's when you force the ball out when you spike it." Hazel eyes blink in his direction, Kuroo's smile widens, "That's what you meant to do, right?" He jeers. "Of course I meant to do that!" The smaller boy cries out, sounding particularly defensive."Of course you did, Shouyou-chan, I'd wouldn't expect anything less of a fellow captain." He amends with a wink.
"You won't beat me, Shouyou-chan." Kuroo lets his voice drop considerably, contrasted by Inuoka's correction of, "Beat us, right, Kuroo-san?" Shouyou ignores the other boy and he follows suit, sharing glares with the other captain until the next whistle is called. Lev gives another awkward serve, looking like a squid trying to control his limbs while he flails at the ball; he startles when the ball whizzes past his head, leaving a burn on the his ear from the almost impact. "Lev, you bastard, you almost took my fucking head off!" He shouts, ignoring his use of the fuck word. Rubbing at his now sore ear, he plucks the ball up and sighs into it. They would win this set because despite Shouyou's incredible reflexes and Kenma's strategy, Lev was still a novice, a weak link, and Kuroo wanted to win. He's not sure when he's felt this bloodlust, or anything as strongly; at some point, he's convinced that if he wins that his feelings towards Shouyou will cease to exist.
They don't. The victory feels empty and his whoops are hollow; his praise is cut short by a shriek that has his heart racing, his eyes find Kenma instantly, a flash of blond pushing Lev away. His precious person coddling Shouyou, tucking the shorter boy behind him like a shield. The sight shocks him, years of being in Kenma's position and a sudden outsider perspective make his throat dry and his brain stop functioning. He's never seen Kenma look so protective and powerful in his entire life, he swoops forward in an attempt to grasp at the residual waves of Kenma's provided sanctuary. The moment only lasts a moment, but the burn on his skin is seared into his mind along with thousands of other memories of Kenma. He wished he knew what caused it, but his precious person's face is contorted in irritation.
Shouyou's entire body is shaking when he takes a glance at the boy, he feel his curiosity grow and extends his hand as a comfort; the younger boy's hand is engulfed in his larger one, he tugs the younger boy forward, away from the shield that Kenma is providing until they're standing in front of each other. "I told you wouldn't beat me, Shouyou-chan, but-" He's not sure what to say, if he should even bring anything up, knowing that Shouyou doesn't care much for him makes finding the right words difficult. "I'm pretty interested in those jump serves you did. They were pretty interesting." He tries to sound as friendly as possible, bringing his voice into an almost whisper, he feels like he's talking to a stray cat.
"Had some help." Shouyou admits through gritted teeth, Kuroo frowns, worried he said the wrong thing and takes a closer look at the younger boy, unsure if he should say anything at all. "That makes sense, that form did look familiar." He wonders if Shouyou learned the same way he did, through meticulous observation of professional players and endless attempts at mimicking them. Kuroo just really wishes he could find something in common with the younger boy besides Kenma, and even that was different if he compared them closely.
"What do you want- For your favor, I mean." He blinks, practically having forgot about the deal in his plethora of too fresh emotions. "You're leaving for Miyagi tomorrow right?" He sighs, hoping he's not being too forward to spend alone time with the younger boy. Offering a smile when Shouyou nods up at him, he leans forward and whispers, "Come by my house tomorrow on your way to the station. Alone." He almost smacks himself at how much he sounds like a creep, but his intentions are for the greater good. For his precious people.
"I-I'll see you there." He nods, frightened that Shouyou still wouldn't meet his eyes. Taking desperate measures, he uses something he's certain would work, a trump card specifically for dealing with Shouyou. "Want to have a rematch, no deal this time?" Kuroo can almost see the younger boy's ears perk up at his words, would laugh if he wasn't forced catatonic by gleaming amber eyes, too similar to Kenma's under the gym lights. There's a wide smile and a call of acceptance, he relishes in the extra time his manipulation has earned him, taking prods at the younger boy's story to get to know him a little better. He fills the void where Shouyou falls silent, starts rattling off little memories about Kenma when Shouyou's face tilts into a frown. Scolds himself for not being more sensitive about family subjects when it comes to the middle blocker.
His precious person drags the dark haired boy off after hours of endless practice and coaching. As Kenma's captain, he's proud that the blond boy made it through all of it, as a friend he's a little concerned that he's pushing himself for another's sake and finally snapped. Watching the younger boys leave forces his mood to drop without his permission, he cleans the gym as quickly as possible, thanks everyone for coming and closes the gym doors behind him with relief. Taking the train home felt lonely without cause and crashing into his front door was equally as unsettling; being without any of his precious people, being forsaken and deserted, left a bitter taste in his mouth.
Sleep drags him out of the shower before he can bother to shampoo his hair, cradling his head between two mounds of cotton gives him a sense of liberation. No Tokyo, no precious people, and no obligations under this cover. Kuroo falls asleep wondering why victory leaves him with an empty feeling in his heart and a pain under his eyes. The night takes an eternity to pass, it feels like he's aware of every second ticking bye even when he knows he's not conscious to witness every moment. Knowing that the moments passing with a blink of an eye leave him feeling like he hadn't slept at all, a terrible feeling when a black sun was coming over.
Kuroo settles in bed, pillows tossed onto the floor and his phone positioned carefully above his face. Empty social media, boring news articles that he knows his father would drool over if the man wasn't buried up to his neck in paperwork and fabricated evidence. Morning passes into midday, he's still in bed and has very little will to continue breathing, let alone actually moving anything but his thumb and his eyes. He's run out of things to do except stare into the screen of his dead phone; he's not sure when it died, just that he was doing something mundane when it happened. Majors. He remembers glancing at too long lists with too complicated titles. Tapping the screen brings it back to life, he wonders how long he's been staring into nothing.
Tucking the device in his pocket, he realizes that he's been waiting for something. An opportunity with his new precious person, a glance outside shows fading sun and Kuroo bites his lip, wondering for half a second if he's been ditched. Surprised to find himself already dressed, he heads downstairs for what can no longer be considered breakfast. His mug slips from his grip with a knock at the door, he grouches across towards the entrance hall, glad for the person's face that it wasn't his favorite mug.
Shouyou's on the other side of the door when he swings it open, he all but glares at the smaller boy, regretting making this his reward. "What did you want?" The younger boy asks, shaking like a leaf, like he's scared; Kuroo stares down at the middle blocker, wondering why the other even existed, why his presence tormented him like it did. Turning around, he waves the runt in and leans against the wall near the light switch wishing everything he asks for doesn't end up hurting for no reason. He watches Shouyou step forward, through the threshold and onto unfeeling tiles; he's not sure why he can relate to cement. "Kuroo-?" He snaps at the call of his voice, leaping forward until Shouyou was pressed against the door.
Stop. He doesn't listen to his own brain, knows he could just laugh it off as a Kabe-don and walk Shouyou to the station. Shouyou is leaving. His new precious person wasn't allowed to leave him, "What does he see in you?" His voice seethes, growling down at an already vulnerable boy. "What- What do you mean?" Kuroo's not even sure what he's talking about, but he's frustrated. Shouyou isn't allowed to leave. "I saw the way you looked at him, you fucking whore!" For once, he's thankful that the house is empty but he's scared that nobody can stop him, knows that Shouyou wouldn't be able to with all of his will power; he grabs onto too slim shoulders, slams them into the barrier separating him from his other precious people. Shouyou was stopping him. "One guy not good enough for you? Want to take my best friend away, huh?" Oikawa wasn't relevant, he's not sure why he thought otherwise. "Answer me, fucker!" Leaning into the smaller boy's face, he speaks directly into quivering ears. "Is he paying you? God, you're such a fucking slut." He wants to stop. None of his precious people deserve to be spoken to this way, especially by him, but Shouyou can't leave.
"I-I-" The smaller boy squeaks, he resents the sound silences it by clamping onto Shouyou's shoulders again. "I.I." His voice mocks, feels his eyes glaring into Shouyou's darting ones; the younger boy's breathe is coming out in panicked gasps, knows he'll scare the boy out of their lives forever. Kuroo just hopes that Kenma can forgive him. "I'm sorry!" It's Kuroo that should be sorry, he slams the smaller boy into the door again for thinking otherwise, he just needed Shouyou not to leave. Why won't he say it? "No, you're not." He observes, forcing his hand down on Shouyou's head until the smaller boy sinks onto trembling knees. "But you will be." You won't leave us. Remembering Oikawa's teasing drags his shorts down before he realizes, presses his too hard heat against Shouyou's cheek; knowing that Shouyou is above the age of consent is a relief in itself, and Shouyou would never say no to being his precious person. Would he? He doubts it, Kenma had ran from him, but Shouyou wouldn't. Shouyou would stay with them.
"Such a whore, begging for my cock already?" Knows that he and Kenma could give everything Oikawa could give, if the younger boy wanted this, he would give it to him. Kuroo smiles when Shouyou's mouth opens for him, accepts his place at their side. "C'mon, I know you can suck dick better than that. If you want money, you're gonna have to try harder." Shouyou wanted to be dominated, wanted to have a Grand King. He'd be the fucking emperor if he had anything to say about it. His senses overwhelm him until he's not sure he's Tetsurou anymore, can feel his member slotting into Shouyou's mouth, can feel himself throbbing too far past the younger boy's tongue. Teeth are gliding over too soft flesh, he hisses, rams his hips forward until Shouyou's head collides with the wall. "If you bite me, I'll fucking kill you." He doesn't mean it, would never hurt his chibi-chan more than necessary, would never inflict anything the younger boy would beg for.
Pulling himself from his precious person is agony, but the moment can't be over until Shouyou is sated; grabbing himself is oddly disconnected, it takes him a moment to realize that the slick under his fingers is saliva and pre-cum. With a flick of his wrist, he slaps his dick against Shouyou's face, listens to the grotesque slap with interest. Kuroo uses the boy like he knows Shouyou likes, dominates him so he won't leave. Shouyou's mouth is still open, inhaling his cock with want. He's glad that Shouyou wants this too. Each gland crackles with fire and ice as he docks himself completely in the smaller boy, can feel Shouyou's cute little nose breathing in his most private place. He's glad his precious person wants to share this with him. "Hey, look up here." Kuroo begs, wanting to stare into molten amber as they both finish.
A tap of his finger has the moment immortalized, a flash of light has him refocused on bringing his precious person pleasure. Dominate him. "Insurance." He explains, because he would never lie to his precious person, offers the new memory to the smaller boy. "Don't fight me, or I'll send this to everyone - Kenma, Oikawa, even your captain." Shouyou was theirs, he needed everyone to know that, he smiles when the smaller boy nods his confirmation. Kuroo leans impossibly forward, feels Shouyou's spit building up in excess, the liquid slides around the edges of his dick. They share a moan, something they have in common. He pulls back, away from his precious person, wants them to finish together. His dick is throbbing wildly in his grasp, the first sensation that feels like his own; whining, he takes hold of himself, starts stroking him to completion, he had to wait for his precious person to finish first.
"Gonna be a good Shouyou-chan?" Hopes that Shouyou would be his good boy, would be Kenma's good boy too; his precious person nods, dragging his lips over Kuroo's cock. "Such a fucking slut." He's happy his good boy is eager to please them. Kuroo pushes his dick back in, lets his precious person get as much of him as he wants. His cock settles in Shouyou's throat, leaks pre-cum straight into the begging channel. Shoyou moans around him. He's ready. Pulling back, he strokes at his cock again, thankful for lubrication his precious person has given him.
"Want this load?" He teases, drawing Shouyou closer to the edge until he's sure the younger boy is as close as he is. "'Course you do, a slut like you? Any guy'll do, right? Get my best friend to fuck that ass of yours yet?" Kuroo hopes that Kenma will love their good boy as much as he does. Imagining that forces him to explode, wondering what sweet sounds both of his precious people would make when they're finishing, his cock throbs when the noises start becoming more and more real. He can feel Shouyou's face under his dick, begging for more. Grinning, he wipes the last smear of it on his precious person's cheek, saves the moment with a flash of light.
"I think I like this one the most." His memories of Shouyou had been dull before, like they belonged to someone else. Now Shouyou belonged to him, and to Kenma. "Clean yourself up, you fucking faggot, then get out." It feels bad to insult someone he loves, but he knows that the younger boy loves to be dominated this way, so he handles it as best as he can. Shouyou whines in response, he's surprised the boy is so worn out, he's glad he could help Shouyou finish. "Kenma finds out, everyone in Japan will know what a fucking whore you are, got it." He doesn't want his other precious person to see this side of Shouyou, the part that begs to be hurt and dominated. The younger boy nods, Kuroo thinks he can see a glimpse of a smile. "Good boy." He praises, helping his precious person to his feet, hoping that walking home with shorts full of cum is enough to tide him over.
"Your mine now, got it?" Shouyou nods, he gives the younger boy a smile, catching glimpses of the molten amber he's been seeking all day. "Train leaves in ten minutes, better run." Wishes there could be a way for Shouyou to stay, but he knows that his good boy is too nice to break up with Oikawa over the phone. "'Till next time, bye-bye!" He giggles as Shouyou pretends to ignore him, savors the sated feeling in his balls and the fresh memories in his head.
He misses Shouyou already.