Fools

revenge

Lips against his, tasting salty even under the rain. Fingers, fisting over the others' hair, pulling each other closer, closer closer... As if they could not breathe without one another. And that was true, sort of.

Oikawa grabs the collar of Iwaizumi's shirt and slammed him against a random alley wall, lifting the shorter man a few centimeters above the wretched stinky ground. His chocolate orbs glaze over misty emerald ones, entranced, entranced by him.

Somehow this thought made him growl, made him more possessive as he crashed their lips together once more, stronger this time. Hajime didn't mind, no he didn't mind one bit, in fact, he was enjoying this.

He didn't mind getting kissed against somewhere improper. He didn't mind being kissed under the rain, he didn't mind the wrinkles that would surely have been carved into his shirt, he didn't mind that he was wet, he didn't mind this man. He didn't mind Oikawa Tooru. In fact he loved it.

"T-tooru.." He groaned, feeling pressure over his crotch, courtesy of the brunette of course. Oikawa didn't answer, instead, he proceeded to trail kisses down Iwaizumi's neck. Hajime's breath hitched as he felt warm blows over his sweet spot.

He couldn't refrain from moaning, from pain and pleasure, at Oikawa mercilessly burying his teeth down the spot of skin. Sucking on it, knowing fully well how sensitive his partner is. Hajime is turned into a panting mess, and they were hardly down south.

Then suddenly, Oikawa pulled back, a smirk on his wet full lips. He grazed a finger over Hajime's own, and tipped his chin upward to meet Tooru's gaze.

The former's gaze was blurry, but he could barely make out the smug blaze those chocolate eyes held. Wait, was he getting smaller? No! Hajime stumbled as he tried to balance his steps.

He faintly heard the slamming of a car door then the bittersweet sound of it driving away.

Leaving him alone.

Alone.

Drenched in rain.

And hard.

A growl escaped the ravenette's throat, he was going to kill that bastard.