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Kenma has no idea how he ended up here. He’s a handler. He’s supposed to stay behind the computer and in the ear-piece while the field agents do the dirty work. He’s good at it. Usually. Mainly. Except when his asshole ex decides on spur of the moment investigations without any fucking agency approval. So, maybe he does know why he’s here.
“Why did you show up tonight?” Kuroo’s spread out on the floor across the room, his back to the wall, his legs spread in front of him.
Kenma stares at him and hopes all of his hatred comes through. “Why didn’t you tell Yaku you were following a lead?”
“It wasn’t a lead. More like a rumor.” Kuroo shrugs with a frustrating amount of nonchalance. “It wouldn’t be worth reporting if it turned out to be nothing.”
Kenma scoffs. “Right.”
“If you’re not going to tell me why you’re here, will you tell me how?”
Kenma looks away. He doesn’t want Kuroo to read anything on his face. Kenma is proud of his ability to keep his emotions in check, to keep his glances placid and voice calm. That all goes to shit when Kuroo is involved. “No.”
Kuroo huffs an angry laugh. “Figures. You never did tell me anything.” Kuroo's words are an obvious reference to their break up. The one that was coming for months on Kenma’s end but took Kuroo by total surprise. Which was kind of the issue.
Kenma didn’t talk. Kuroo didn’t ask.
In Kenma’s defence, he really doesn’t think he should have had to tell his boyfriend that it’s upsetting how frequently he almost dies. He shouldn’t need to explain that it hurts him every time Kuroo is reckless with his life. As if it doesn’t fucking matter if Kuroo’s dead or alive.
But Kuroo always needed to prove himself. To who, Kenma’s never been quite sure – the agency? Himself? His mom? Whoever it is, Kuroo needs to be useful because to Kuroo being useful means being loved. It was like Kenma’s love for Kuroo wasn’t enough. Kenma’s love was freely given and never earned. Maybe that’s why it was so easy for Kuroo to overlook it.
“Stop fidgeting.” Kenma snaps at him. It’s not fair. Kuroo never could keep still. He needs to keep moving so he can stop thinking.
Kuroo rolls his eyes at Kenma but at least he stops bouncing his legs. He undoes the buttons on his shirt, pulls off the starched fabric so he’s just in his undershirt. It’s hot in the room – a vault in one of the Karasuno Crime Family’s safehouse. They’ve been trapped here for a few hours at this point. Kenma can see a vent on the ceiling letting him know they at least won’t suffocate to death in here. Pity that.
He looks away from Kuroo. His arms are still as sculpted and enticing as he remembers. All tanned skin and hard muscle. He bets they still feel the same too. He clicks his tongue. Though whether it's at Kuroo or himself he’s not sure.
“The Sawamura place was scheduled to be raided next month, you know.” Kenma mentions. He knows Kuroo knows. They’re in the same briefing meetings. He just wants to point it out. Or maybe he wants to fight.
“We both know they’ll clear the place out before it happens.” Kuroo’s started doing push ups to stave off the boredom. In some ways it’s better than the leg bouncing. In other ways it’s much, much worse.
“Maybe. Or maybe not.” He’s probably right and Kenma hates it.
“Don’t really like relying on maybe.”
“Because maybes don’t give you the glory.”
“Fuck off. You know that’s not it.” Kuroo moves quickly so he’s on his knees. His chest is heaving the tiniest bit faster as he stares Kenma down.
Kenma’s eyes are cold, his mouth pulls in a thin line. “It’s the logical conclusion. Why else would you always insist on doing everything alone?”
Kenma knows it’s not fair. Kuroo is selfless to a fault and that’s the issue. It’s not a drive for glory, it’s a drive for worth. Kuroo turns so he’s not looking at Kenma anymore, lays on his back and starts doing sit-ups.
“If I don’t do what I do then people can get hurt.” He can tell Kuroo is trying to control himself. He’s not very good at it.
“And if you do do what you do then you get hurt.”
“It’s better than the alternative!” Kuroo breaks so easily, voice carrying loud and bouncing around the empty room.
Kenma barks an angry laugh. “Right. Better for you.” He stands, walks in the small area like a caged animal who just wants out.
Why did he check on Kuroo’s geo location to make sure he finished his shift safely? Why has he checked on Kuroo’s geo location every single fucking day to make sure Kuroo’s finished his shifts safely? Why can’t he stop? He squeezes his eyes shut, hands in tight fists at his sides. He can feel tears running down his cheeks and it pisses him off.
Kuroo’s voice is soft and too close. “Hey, Kenma.”
Kenma jumps, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his sweater before he turns to glare at Kuroo. “What!” At this point it’s a poor attempt at anger – his watery tone of voice betraying him just as much as his red-rimmed eyes.
“Is this…” Kuroo starts. He’s in the middle of the room now, lingering there. “Did you…” He can’t seem to finish his thoughts. He looks so lost. It's an odd look for a man who always seems to know what to do. Or at least seems steadfast in what he decides to do. Kuroo turns, walks back to the other wall and sits. His knees are bent, his head hung low, “I’m sorry.”
The words are full of a sadness that resonates in Kenma’s bones. He’s not sure if Kuroo even means it in the way that Kenma wants him to mean it but that doesn’t matter to him. He’s – he’s missed Kuroo. Missed every damn frustrating part of him.
He left a message for Fukunaga before he followed Kuroo’s geopin but Fukunaga won’t see it until the morning. It’ll be a few hours after that before a rescue team arrives for them. Kenma walks over to Kuroo, pushes on his legs until they’re spread out in front of him. “This doesn’t mean anything.” Kenma says before straddling Kuroo’s lap and kissing him.
Kenma’s hands hold tightly onto Kuroo’s tank top as he demands Kuroo kiss him back. Kuroo does. He moves his mouth against Kenma’s. Their lips meeting again and again in pent up need.
They break apart, breaths coming faster. Kuroo has one hand cradling the base of Kenma’s head, the other curled around his waist. His voice is whisper-quiet even though there’s no one around to hear them. “Seems like it might mean something.”
Kenma shifts his body, pushes his hips forward against Kuroo’s lap. “If you keep talking, I'm going back to my side of the vault.”
Kuroo’s hand slides down to grip Kenma’s ass, grabbing him and grinding him forward. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
Kenma wouldn’t. Not now. He wants it too badly. Wants Kuroo’s large hands spread out on his skin, wrapping around so much of him that he feels well and truly taken. Wants the hot wet heat of Kuroo’s mouth sucking bruises into his skin. Wants Kuroo’s cock - fuck he wants Kuroo’s cock.
He doesn’t break their kiss as his hands move to the zip of Kuroo’s pants. He slides it down until he can push the heel of his palm down on Kuroo’s half hard cock as it fills and swells. Kuroo’s mouth comes off of his, a breathy curse leaving his lips. He leans forward to bite and suck the column of Kenma’s throat.
It’s not enough. Kenma wants more. He wants Kuroo to mark him everywhere – wants them dark enough that it’ll take days for the bruises to fade. He wants to make sure he can’t forget it.
Kenma grabs under his sweater, pulls it up and over his head. Kuroo’s eyes track down Kenma’s body. He seems to get lost in the expanse of pale, unblemished skin. He does exactly as Kenma hoped and attaches his mouth to Kenma’s chest, sucking hard enough to hurt. Kenma holds Kuroo’s head in his hands, keeping him close as his tongue laves over Kenma’s skin.
He keeps pulling Kenma by the hips, making Kenma grind and hump against him like they’re teenagers fucking in the backseat of a car. Kenma grabs Kuroo’s hair hard enough for him to gasp, pulls his head back so they can kiss again. It’s deep and desperate. Kuroo shivers below him when Kenma sucks on his tongue.
Kenma takes Kuroo’s cock out of his underwear. He lets out a satisfied sigh as he finally feels Kuroo’s hard length in his hand. It feels like it’s been years since he’s touched Kuroo. Fuck, he’s so big. Feels so good sliding through his fist. Kuroo’s head crashes back against the wall behind him. He swears loudly. His breath turns into a groan as Kenma fucks his fist up and down on Kuroo’s cock.
“Ah, fuck. You too.” Kuroo pushes Kenma’s hands out of the way to get Kenma’s dick out.
Kenma sucks on his fingers to stop himself from letting out an embarrassingly whiney moan at the feeling of Kuroo’s hands wrapped around his cock. He remembers just how Kenma likes it. The force, the speed, the way his wrist twists and strokes just the right way to catch the sensitive place underneath his cockhead.
Kuroo looks so fucking pleased with himself while he watches Kenma fall apart in his lap. His other hand comes up to Kenma’s wrist, pushing Kenma’s fingers farther into his mouth. “That’s it, pet. Get them wet for us.”
Kenma redoubles his efforts. He sucks and licks his fingers, lets the spit collect and fall, coating his hand. He pretends he’s sucking Kuroo’s cock. Shows Kuroo exactly what he’s missing. Reminds him how good Kenma is at it.
Kuroo’s eyes are dark and glassy when he pulls Kenma’s hand away from his mouth. He brings it down to their cocks, wraps Kenma’s wet hand around the two of them. With Kuroo’s hand around his, they jerk their lengths together. Kenma's hips continually fucking up against Kuroo's cock and into his hand.
Kenma looks to the side. Which is either a mistake or a fucking gift. In the large steel door of the vault, he can see their reflection. It’s impossible to ignore the wrecked way Kenma clings to Kuroo. The desperate want and desire clear in Kenma’s face. He closes his eyes, twists to face the other way.
He can’t deal with seeing himself like that. Can’t deal with the idea that Kuroo can see him like that. Because of course Kuroo will see him. He’ll see the way Kenma still so obviously burns for him. Kenma comes with his cock rutting against Kuroo’s. His load spurting onto Kuroo’s and his linked hands. He whimpers at it, stomach tightening as he twitches.
Kuroo whispers while he watches Kenma fall apart, “yeah. That’s it Kenma. That’s good.”
Kenma kisses him to shut him up. He doesn’t want to think about Kuroo right now. Which is probably proof that this was a stupid dangerous decision. It doesn’t take Kuroo long to follow him. Kuroo’s cum mixing with his as it drips down their fingers.
Kuroo takes off his undershirt, uses it to clean them both off. He doesn’t say anything when Kenma stumbles off of his lap and walks away to put his clothes back on. It’s quiet. His cell battery died hours ago but Kenma’s sure it must be past midnight by now. Kuroo’s at the side of the room laying on his side facing the wall.
Kenma rolls his eyes at himself. He walks until he’s in the space between Kuroo’s body and the wall. “Move over.” He moves to lay down next to Kuroo.
“I’m assuming this doesn’t mean anything either.” Kuroo says but he makes room for Kenma anyway. Kenma falls asleep on the hard floor without blanket or pillow but with Kuroo’s arms around him. It’s the best rest he’s had in months.