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Kuroo loved walking through the city late at night when the streets were deserted and only the distant hum of engines disrupted the silence. He had since he was a kid, sneaking out to watch the dance of the shadows and the happenings of the underworld. When he ended up living on the streets a few years later, it was so simple to slot himself into it. In a way, joining the yakuza was his destiny.
As he'd moved up the ranks, he'd become even better acquainted with the night. The darkness around him was comforting and the footsteps of his crew were familiar, although not yet ingrained in his memory. Because while he'd been destined to end up in the yakuza, fate had landed him in the wrong family, separated from the man he loved.
It had been almost a year since Kuroo defected from Nekoma to join Seijoh and some of the members of his old family still held grudges which put a target onto Kuroo's back. Thank goodness none of them had found out that he'd been secretly dating Oikawa for two years before leaving or he might not have made it out alive.
He was more than able to handle whatever life threw at him though, especially with Oikawa backing him up. As the leader of his yakuza family, his boyfriend had the power and intelligence to bring anyone to their knees.
This mission hadn't needed their kumicho's support, though. Even Kuroo's presence was probably overkill, but Oikawa wanted to make a point.
They'd gotten word that a group of Nekoma foot soldiers had been harassing and demanding money from shopkeepers on Oikawa's turf, so Kuroo had taken a group out to teach them a lesson in boundaries. Things had escalated rapidly and a full on fight had erupted outside of one of the shops.
Much to Kuroo's chagrin, one of the better Nekoma fighters had gotten the jump on Kuroo and managed to land a hit with a knife hidden up his sleeve. It wasn't a bad cut, just a thin red line that had stopped bleeding before they'd even left the scene and was easily hidden by the sleeve of his leather coat, even with the new slash in it. As a wakagashira, though, letting himself get hurt during a routine job like this was kind of embarrassing.
And while Kuroo was the type to shrug things like this off and move on, Oikawa was not. His boyfriend would never stop Kuroo from going on missions, but he always made damn sure that anyone who laid a finger on him paid for it ten-fold.
Kuroo had to admit that it was incredibly sexy to witness his protective, vindictive kumicho defend him, but with the ever shifting dynamics of the yakuza families, letting him wasn't always the right move.
Like now. Seijoh had come out of this encounter on top, so there was no reason to kick Nekoma while they were down and damage relations in the future. Kuroo's best bet at stopping Oikawa from escalating things with Nekoma was to hide the injury until it healed. Not the easiest task when he shared an apartment and a bed with him, but probably doable for something this small.
Kuroo was pulled from his thoughts when he reached Oikawa's office door. The nighttime air had been replaced by the dimly lit and tastefully decorated halls of Seijoh headquarters.
He glanced over his shoulder and was pleased to see his two second in commands behind him. The rest of the group had dispersed while he wasn't paying attention, not wanting or needing to appear in front of their leader. Even these two weren't necessary for the report out, but since the job was successful, they probably thought the face time would improve their chances of promotion. They were good men; Kuroo would've put in a recommendation for them regardless.
"Ready?" Kuroo asked them.
Once he received two nods, Kuroo knocked on the door.
"Enter," Oikawa's voice called from inside.
Kuroo did as instructed and stood at attention in front of Oikawa's desk, clasping one hand in the other behind his back. Oikawa could give two shits about Kuroo showing him proper respect when they were alone, but in front of others it was a different story. They both knew that to avoid resentment from those under him, Kuroo needed to earn the favor Oikawa showed him.
Kuroo's men formed up behind him and followed suit.
Rather than sitting in his chair, Oikawa was leaning back on the front edge of his desk with his arms crossed like he was waiting impatiently for the group to get back. His teal dress shirt and fitted black slacks made Kuroo's mouth water and he had to fight the urge to close the distance between them. Making out with his boss during a post-job debrief wouldn't be very professional though. Since the others didn't have a clear line of sight to his face, he did lick his lips as he deliberately trailed his eyes up his kumicho's body.
He knew by the amused sparkle in Oikawa's eyes that he'd seen.
"Welcome back," Oikawa greeted them. "Let's get the report out of the way so we can all enjoy the rest of our evenings."
"Some Nekoma low-lifes were hassling old man Irihata again," Kuroo said. "Had him outside trying to get money out of him. We showed up just as they started in earnest."
"They threatened him," the man to Kuroo's left growled.
Oikawa's mouth thinned as he pressed his lips together hard. Everyone on Seijoh respected Irihata; he'd known most of them since they were young and often gave the yakuza food from his restaurant. He was one of the few people they didn't ask for protection money from, which is why Nekoma making a move on him of all people was unacceptable.
"We stepped in as soon as we could," Kuroo reassured him. "We asked them to join us in the alley next door. It... didn't work out very well despite us asking nicely." He grinned broadly enough to show his pointed eye teeth, making it obvious what kind of 'nice' he was talking about.
"Is Irihata okay?"
Kuroo nodded. "He's physically unharmed. Two of his planter pots outside got cracked open in the scuffle so I left some money to replace them. I'm hoping that'll keep me off his shit list. I can't afford to get banned, not when it's the best food in the city."
"I'm sure he'll let you back in, especially if I vouch for you," Oikawa said with a chuckle. "What happened in the alley."
"We threatened them, said they'd pay if we found them on our territory again, double if they got anywhere near Irihata. The usual stuff. And then..." Kuroo grimaced and ran a hand through his hair. "They weren't having it and it turned into a fight, one that we won easily, of course. Our team was bigger and more skilled."
Oikawa's eyes narrowed and Kuroo felt ominous energy swirl through the room.
"They ran back to Nekoma territory with their tails between their legs," one of the underlings proudly announced, clearly not catching on to the mood change.
"Who escalated?" Oikawa's voice was low. Dangerous. Escalation by Nekoma on Seijoh territory would be grounds for further retaliation.
Kuroo shrugged, body unconsciously tensing in response to that tone. "I'd say it was even responsibility. The guys on both sides were itching for a fight."
Only Kuroo knew the kumicho well enough to catch the small twitch of Oikawa's lips that signaled his disappointment and he had to resist the urge to chuckle. Oikawa was constantly looking for ways to destroy Nekoma mainly because they'd had the nerve to keep Kuroo from him for the first twenty years of their lives. It was only after a night of drinking that Oikawa had confessed the other reason: because if Nekoma existed, Kuroo might go back to his ex.
Jealous bastard. As if Kuroo would ever consider leaving. Seijoh was his home now. Oikawa was his home.
"In that case, nice work everyone," Oikawa said. "Nekoma shouldn't come sneaking around again. The whole team can have the rest of the night off and drinks are on me." He reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope which he slid onto the edge of his desk.
The two soldier's eyes lit up and they both looked toward Kuroo who gestured them forward. "You guys go for it," Kuroo said. "Take the guys out."
That was all they needed to grab the envelope and practically run out of the room. Before the door even closed behind them, they were excitedly shouting for the rest of the mission team.
Kuroo grinned at his boyfriend. "You just made their day. Do you have a reward for me, too, now that we're alone?" He bounced his eyebrows suggestively.
Oikawa bit his lower lip and straightened up, walking directly across the room toward Kuroo.
Kuroo flushed under the intense gaze and he braced himself for the inevitable impact. They'd had some of their best fucks in Oikawa's office and if Kuroo was lucky, he'd find himself pressed into a wall or piece of furniture in the next few seconds.
Unfortunately for Kuroo's evening plans, instead of bending Kuroo over a chair, Oikawa came to a stop directly in front of him and reached directly for his injured arm.
"What are you doing?" Kuroo asked, even though he knew. He shifted his arm behind his body, but that only brought more attention to it.
"You're hurt," Oikawa said. "You should have told me in your report."
Mentally cursing how observant his boyfriend was, Kuroo tried to wave him off. "It's not a big deal. I'm surprised you even noticed."
"I notice everything about you and your jacket didn't have a cut in it before you left." Oikawa gently caught Kuroo's wrist and pushed the sleeve up his arm to reveal the minor injury. "Who did this to you?" Oikawa demanded, carefully cradling Kuroo's forearm. He looked from the cut to Kuroo's face, brow furrowed and mouth set in a hard line.
Kuroo rolled his eyes. "Tooru, it's barely a scratch. Doesn't even need stitches." This was exactly what he'd been worried about after the mission. His boyfriend always overreacted whenever Kuroo got so much as a paper cut. He'd thrown the last piece of paper that had dared mar Kuroo's skin straight into the fire. It had almost caused a war since the page happened to be a partially signed trade deal between three different yakuza families and one of them had taken the destruction as a personal insult.
"You're hurt. It doesn't matter how small the injury is, I want to know who was responsible," Oikawa insisted. His grip on Kuroo's arm tightened, although he was careful not to cause more pain. "They have to pay for what they did to my love."
Watching Oikawa's eyes fill with fire and fury always made Kuroo melt and the rush of warmth inside him loosened his lips. "It was just some Nekoma low life. My own fault really, I let my guard down."
"I want a name, Tetsu." Oikawa's thumb drew circles on the back of Kuroo's hand and he shifted closer, so close that their noses were almost touching and Kuroo could practically feel Oikawa's gaze boring into him.
"I didn't recognize him or his fighting style," Kuroo answered honestly. "He must've been new."
Oikawa let out a long sigh, the warm air ghosting across Kuroo's face.
"It's fine, babe," Kuroo murmured. "I'm fine. Let's just leave it." There was only one thing that could divert Oikawa's thoughts when he got like this. Kuroo leaned forward and pressed his mouth to Oikawa's, tasting the remnants of whiskey on them. His eyes fluttered shut as the kiss got deeper, lips parting and tongues sliding together. "Come on, let's head back to the apartment," he whispered when they pulled back for air. "I'm thinking a long hot shower and then falling into bed."
Oikawa stepped back and smiled softly, the kind of smile that was reserved just for Kuroo. "Good, you deserve to relax. I'll see you in the morning."
"You're not coming with me?" Kuroo asked, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as the romantic atmosphere evaporated. Oikawa shouldn't have any more work to do that night and he wasn't one to pass up a clear invitation for sex. "And hold on... see me in the morning? We live together."
"I had something come up last minute that I have to take care of. It'll probably take all night."
Kuroo had a sneaking suspicion he knew what his lover's last minute task might be. Apparently even the promise of sex wasn't enough to distract him this time. "Tooru-"
Oikawa put a finger up to Kuroo's lips. "I'm not arguing about this."
A shiver worked its way down Kuroo's spine at the firm, quiet voice that brooked no disagreement and his cock twitched in his pants. "You can't use that voice and then not fuck me," he pouted. "You know it turns me on."
"I'll make it up to you tomorrow," Oikawa promised with a bright grin. He gave Kuroo's cheek a quick kiss and then spun Kuroo around toward the door and slapped him on the ass.
"You'd better," Kuroo muttered, pitching his voice so Oikawa could hear it over his shoulder. He already knew jerking himself off in the shower wasn't going to be enough.
***
Kuroo awoke to the sound of his door opening. He didn't move, keeping the illusion that he was asleep, but underneath the covers his muscles tensed and his heart rate sped up, any sleepiness vanishing instantly. Someone breaking into his room in the middle of the night was unlikely given the intense security around the yakuza complex, but it wasn't unheard of and as the boyfriend of the kumicho and a high ranking member himself, Kuroo was prepared for the eventuality.
Without moving his body, he slid his hand under the pillow next to him and grasped the handle of the knife he kept hidden there when he slept alone. Footsteps echoed in the room, slowly approaching the bed and Kuroo prepared himself to fight. He was a top ranking member of the yakuza after all. There was no way he was letting some intruder take him out.
He was curled on his side with his back to the door, so he focused on keeping his breathing even while cracking his eyes open to adjust to the lighting in the room. It was nearly pitch black, the only available light coming in through the window from the weak flickering of a street light far below them.
Kuroo mentally cursed the rainy weather. Of all the nights for the moon to be hidden by clouds, of course it had to be the one time he needed it. Since his ability to fight would be limited in the dark, his best option would be to let the intruder get close enough that he couldn't possibly miss with his first surprise strike.
The sound of quiet footsteps got closer and closer to where Kuroo lay and he mentally prepared himself for the fight that was coming.
The bed shifted under him as the intruder climbed up onto the mattress and Kuroo forced his eyes back shut, letting his body go limp to avoid giving himself away. Hopefully he was the only one who could hear his pulse thundering in his ears.
A hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved him onto his back before swinging a leg across to straddle his body. As soon as the weight settled on top on him and he felt the intruder's breath on his face, Kuroo swung his arm up, knife aimed for the man's neck. Before he could hit his target, though, a hand grabbed his wrist and forced his hand to the bed.
Kuroo's heart leapt into his throat as he was pinned down. He struggled against the man's hold, trying to wiggle a limb free so he could fight back. After a few seconds of fruitless effort, he gradually stilled and flexed his wrist.
That was when he realized that he recognized the feel of the hand on him. It was one he was intimately familiar with, one that had touched every part of his body. He ground his hips upward into the bulge in the other man's pants, a quiet whine leaving him as he felt how hard he was. And if those two familiar things weren't enough to convince Kuroo of who it was, the sly chuckle that echoed in the quiet room definitely was.
His hand opened and the knife slipped out as he blinked up at his boyfriend. With the minimal light, all he could see was the shine of Oikawa's eyes.
"Tooru?" Kuroo whispered. "I thought you weren't going to be home tonight?"
"I finished things earlier than I expected," Oikawa murmured. "Sorry for waking you up." Without loosening his grip, he leaned down and kissed Kuroo. In contrast to the way Oikawa was holding him, the gesture was soft, but Kuroo knew his boyfriend well enough to sense the hunger beneath the gentle facade.
Kuroo hummed into the kiss, savoring the smooth feel of Oikawa's lips against his. Under the covers, his cock twitched to life; his earlier orgasm had barely taken the edge off his horniness. He desperately needed more of Oikawa immediately, so he wrapped his legs around Oikawa's hips and pulled his boyfriend down until their bodies were pressed together with the blanket inconveniently between them. "I'm glad you came home, but next time turn on the light or something so I don't try to stab you in the neck," he murmured.
"Where's the fun in that?" Oikawa giggled.
Really Kuroo shouldn't have expected any other response and he wouldn't have wanted one. The wild and ruthless nature buried under Oikawa's polished, bubbly exterior was why Kuroo had fallen for him in the first place.
He buried his face in his lover's neck, his own quiet chuckle vibrating against Oikawa's skin.
And then the faintest trace of iron reached his nostrils. His laughter died in his throat, face morphing into a grimace as his earlier fears were confirmed. "What did you do?" he asked like he didn't already know.
Oikawa sat up, the delicious friction on Kuroo's cock ameliorating the loss of physical contact. "I protected you, like a good leader should."
Kuroo closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. "You went after the person who hurt me, didn't you?" Even though his tone was resigned, a fresh wave of excitement and molten arousal flowed through Kuroo. Logically, he knew that they'd have to deal with the consequences of Oikawa's rash actions in the morning, but if he was being honest with himself, there was nothing that turned him on faster than Oikawa showing off his possessive side.
"He won't bother you anymore," Oikawa murmured, diving back down for another kiss.
"Nekomata's going to be pissed." Kuroo barely got the sentence out, the words gasped in the brief moments when Oikawa's lips left his.
Oikawa shifted, trailing his mouth down Kuroo's neck and sucking hickeys into his skin. "He should know not to let his men touch you," Oikawa murmured. "You're mine now."
A moan spilled from Kuroo's mouth and he tilted his head to give Oikawa more access. "Yours."
"Oh, someone's needy tonight."
Kuroo could feel Oikawa's grin against his neck as his boyfriend ground his hips down, their bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces after all the years they'd been together. He was fully hard now; the thought of Oikawa out on the streets to protect Kuroo and the electricity between them were more than enough to get him there.
"Says the man who came straight to bed after killing someone because he was horny." Kuroo's voice was breathy, already affected by Oikawa's teasing touches.
"I have to burn the adrenaline off somehow. What's your excuse?" He bit Kuroo's collar bone, not hard enough to draw blood, but definitely hard enough to leave a mark and send a shock through Kuroo's system.
"Fuck," Kuroo cursed, his free hand coming up to grasp Oikawa's hair and pull him away. "My incredibly hot, ridiculously protective boyfriend scared me half to death and then pinned me to our bed. It's almost like you wanted me on an adrenaline high too."
Oikawa brought his head back level with Kuroo's and a sharp smile spread across his face. "And if I did?" His eyes flashed in the darkness, almost as if they were lit from within by his blazing desire.
"If you did, I'd call you a menace," Kuroo replied, an answering grin spreading across his face.
"Your menace."
Kuroo let out a soft snort, the sound breaking into a shaky exhale as Oikawa trailed his fingertips along Kuroo's cheekbone. "My menace better fuck me real soon or I'm taking matters into my own hands."
Without further ado, Oikawa climbed off of Kuroo. "So demanding when you're the one who's all covered..." The words died in his throat as he ripped the blanket off of Kuroo to see that he was completely naked.
A shiver ran across Kuroo's skin as the cool air washed over him. After his shower, putting on clothes had seemed like too much work. Plus, he'd been hoping it would entice Oikawa to fuck him the second he got back. And based on the downright predatory look on Oikawa's face, he'd been right.
Oikawa slowly ran his tongue around his lips as his eyes ran across the exposed planes of Kuroo's body. "Now who's the menace?" he said, voice rough.
Heat pooled low in Kuroo's stomach and a flush worked its way down his neck under the weight of his lover's gaze. He deliberately spread his legs, showing off his hard cock, the tip already leaking. It also had the bonus effect of revealing the other surprise Kuroo had set up for his boyfriend in the shower.
Oikawa let out a strangled groan when he saw the teal gemstone hidden between Kuroo's cheeks. "You really were horny when you left my office earlier."
He gripped the gem and gently spun it around, the motion shifting the plug buried in Kuroo's ass, and then began pulling the plug in and out. It was smaller than Oikawa, but still the longest and thickest one he owned and it stretched his rim as it moved. Oikawa didn't take his eyes off of Kuroo's hole the entire time, an awed and slightly predatory look on his face.
"No teasing," Kuroo whined as the pleasure built and Oikawa showed no signs of stopping. "You promised to make it up to me." He needed more, needed Oikawa inside him.
"I did, didn't I," Oikawa finally relented. He let the plug slide all the way back in and then quickly stripped his own clothes off.
When Kuroo caught sight of Oikawa's fully hard cock, his mouth watered. A part of him wanted to feel the weight of it on his tongue, but he knew he was too desperate for that right now. He reached for the lube they kept on the bedside table and threw it to his boyfriend.
It was all the direction Oikawa needed. He slicked himself up and climbed back on top of Kuroo, leaning down to kiss along Kuroo's jaw while he lined himself up.
And then, in one smooth thrust, Oikawa buried himself in Kuroo.
Even after the plug, the stretch burned, but the feeling of finally being filled the way he craved transformed it into molten pleasure. Kuroo threw his head back, his eyes fluttering shut and a moan spilling from his throat.
Oikawa's shaky breath ghosted across Kuroo's neck. He scraped his teeth across Kuroo's pulse point before starting to suck a mark into the skin. "Fuck, Tetsu, you're always so tight," he murmured.
Heat bloomed beneath Kuroo's skin at the words. "Fuck me, Tooru."
Oikawa started with slow, shallow motions to ease Kuroo in, but that wasn't what he wanted. Before long, Kuroo was squirming underneath his lover, trying to spur him faster. He wound his fingers through Oikawa's hair and smashed their lips together. Instead of a kiss, Kuroo bit Oikawa's bottom lip. "Like you mean it," he growled, clenching down hard.
That got Oikawa going. He took Kuroo's hand in his and pressed it back to the bed above his head before pulling back and hooking the opposite leg over his shoulder. Oikawa threaded his fingers through Kuroo's and gazed lovingly into his eyes. There was a single tender moment of stillness, one that made Kuroo more flustered than any sex ever could.
When he started thrusting again without warning, this time harder and faster, the atmosphere crashed back into heat and lust. The new angle and depth knocked the air out of Kuroo's lungs. No matter how many times Oikawa fucked him, Kuroo would never get used to how he could feel him in his throat. It sent flashes of pleasure through his whole body, every nerve on fire.
Sweat built between them as Oikawa slammed into Kuroo over and over. Gasps of yes and Tooru and more echoed around the room, punctuated by the sound of skin slapping together and grunts and pants from Oikawa's mouth.
Oikawa worked them both up to a frenzy, speeding up until he was holding nothing back. In this position, Kuroo had no leverage, so all he could do was use his free hand to brace himself against the headboard. Kuroo fought off his orgasm as molten heat swirled inside him, but after their years together Oikawa knew exactly how to pull pleasure from him, every inch of Kuroo's body, inside and out.
He folded Kuroo in half to bring their faces within a hairsbreadth of each other, skimming his lips across each sensitive spot on Kuroo's skin as he continued pounding into him. The change in position meant that Oikawa's cock hit Kuroo's sweet spot every time.
"You're close, aren't you?" Oikawa murmured into his ear.
Kuroo whimpered, biting his lower lip as he nodded frantically. There was no point in lying to his boyfriend about it, not when his body was an open book that Oikawa was skilled in reading.
"Me too. Come for me, Tetsuro."
The deep, sultry voice along with one last hard thrust directly into his sweet spot sent Kuroo over the edge. He squeezed around Oikawa hard as he came untouched. The orgasm was intense, like it always was with his boyfriend, and he let out a strangled scream as his whole body tensed, cum painting his chest and neck. It was only when he started to come down from his high that his body relaxed, satisfied in a way that Kuroo could never acheive by himself.
"So hot," Oikawa groaned. He kept moving, chasing his own pleasure, and came just before Kuroo tipped into overstimulation.
Kuroo could feel the heat of Oikawa's release flood his insides and his own cock let out another trickle of cum at the sensation. He sighed contentedly as Oikawa rode out his orgasm and eventually slowed to a stop.
Once they both caught their breath, Oikawa lowered Kuroo's legs back to the bed and pulled out carefully. "Let me get something to clean us up," he said, untangling himself from Kuroo.
Kuroo shook his head and wrapped his arms around Oikawa's back to stop him. He was full, warm, and safe in Oikawa's arms, already sliding back toward sleep now that he was satisfied. The mess could wait until morning. "Stay," he murmured.
"But..." Oikawa trailed off as Kuroo tugged him closer and buried his face into his neck.
"Please," Kuroo whispered.
Oikawa gave in all at once, rolling off of Kuroo and pulling him into his side before sliding the blanket back over both of them. Kuroo let out a contented sigh, threw an arm across his boyfriend's chest and tangled their legs together, reveling in the warmth that radiated from each point they touched.
Outside the window, the sun had just crept across the horizon, illuminating the room in pale light, but neither man noticed as they drifted back to sleep in each others arms.