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He had gotten Iwaizumi completely smashed, but there was still time to back out. Oikawa raked his gaze over his best friend’s unsteady posture sitting on the edge of the bed with second thoughts.
“Hey, Oikawa,” said friend slurred, lips lifting in a crooked grin. “I’m glad we got to stay together even after school.” Oikawa’s eyes widened. “I thought you’d leave me behind because I wasn’t continuing with volleyball but… I was happy that we managed to get into the same university, even if we’re gonna have to go our own ways eventually.”
Biting his lip, Oikawa released a deep breath and turned blazing eyes to Iwaizumi. “Iwa-chan…” he snaked a hand behind the other’s neck. “Iwaizumi… maybe we could deepen our relationship a bit more?”
He knew, even as he laced the words with persuasive magic, that Iwaizumi’s personality would become distorted by suggestion, however little, after this. But Oikawa didn’t think he would survive this any more. Just give me this one memory. After this, I can let him move on, I can let him go. I can return to how it was before. How my life was before.
Oikawa gripped tight fingers around Iwaizumi’s shoulders, moaning hesitantly as Iwaizumi’s thick fingers stretched him out, already three fingers in. He pulled away from the kiss to pant, “that’s enough already, just…”
Seeing Iwaizumi glancing around for a moment, Oikawa blinked in comprehension before pulling the other’s gaze back to him as he intoned, “just like this”. Iwaizumi blinked once, before abandoning his previous search for a condom. He gripped his length, already slicked with precum and the lube already on his hand, and lined himself up with Oikawa.
Slowly, he pushed past Oikawa’s entrance. “Ahh—mnn…” Oikawa’s eyes fell shut as he shuddered, relishing in the stretch and attempting to burn the moment into his memory. When Iwaizumi was fully seated, Oikawa wriggled impatiently before Iwaizumi took the hint and established a slow rhythm.
“Iwaizumi, let me—” Oikawa trailed off. He wanted to hear Iwaizumi’s voice. But what things would he say whilst under my spell? He ignored the sharp pain that sparked in his chest at the thought. Not things my Iwaizumi would truly say.
His breath was coming short from the guilt and sorrow already consuming him now, and he screwed his eyes shut to try to shake it and focus on the moment. It was the only one he would risk, after all. Memory tampering was dangerous enough done once.
Oikawa let his mind go blank and abandoned his shame as he wrapped his arms around Iwaizumi’s neck, moaning softly and wrapping his legs around Iwaizumi’s hips, urging him on. Iwaizumi’s thrusts were coming faster, harder and Oikawa was drowning in the sensation of being filled like this.
He had taken many lovers in his lifetime, male and female, but he had never assumed the receiving role. But for Iwaizumi… he wanted the dark haired spiker to carve himself deep in Oikawa’s body, enough to satisfy him for the rest of his eternity, alone.
Soon enough, the setter was raking his nails down Iwaizumi’s tanned back, urging him for more, more of him. He opened his eyes, gazing up at Iwaizumi’s furrowed brow and drinking in the sight, burning it into his eyes.
Iwaizumi moved his hands from beside Oikawa’s head to grip his thighs instead. From his movements, Oikawa assumed he was almost there, and had to resist the urge to beg for more. Just a little bit more time, please, just tonight.
However, he gasped instead as Iwaizumi pulled himself out of Oikawa completely.
“Iwa-cha--!” he started saying before he was swiftly flipped onto his stomach. Shock had him frozen for a second before Iwaizumi plunging himself back in jump started his brain and Oikawa let out a surprised shout.
His arms scrambled from the awkward position they had landed in and tried to heave himself back up, turning to speak, as his mind was repeating no, no, not like this. I want to see him, I want to touch him, this is the only time I—
Fingers wrapped around Oikawa’s hips and suddenly he was pulled back forcefully, seated so deeply on Iwaizumi’s cock that his arms faltered and he fell back onto his chest, a loud moan torn helplessly from his lips.
The fullness from this position blanked out his protests as he writhed on the sheets, sounds leaking from his mouth freely now. After some minutes of blissful pleasure, Oikawa came back to himself as Iwaizumi began slowing down his rhythm.
Trying to catch his breath, Oikawa’s heart jumped at the feel of Iwaizumi pressing himself across Oikawa’s back, breath tickling his ear.
“You didn’t think your spell actually worked, did you?” the surprisingly slur-free voice of Iwaizumi spoke directly beside his ear.
Oikawa jerked at the sound before his mind caught up a split second later and he paled, body freezing up. “Iwa-chan?” his voice trembled, confused but scared. He tried to lift himself up again, but Iwaizumi’s hands on his forearms kept him pinned down.
“You’ve been driving me crazy,” Iwaizumi’s voice sliced through the haze of Oikawa’s mind. “I thought I’d actually have to do something about things with how you’ve been dancing around me these last few years.”
Years…? Oikawa thought. Iwaizumi… had known? His body shuddered, feeling as if freezing water had been poured over him at the thought that he’d been caught out long ago, and Iwaizumi had—had been humouring him? “H-Hajime, I’m sorr—”
“You think I wouldn’t notice all the charms you’ve been placing on me, to ward off supernatural beings, like you were staking a claim, even when you thought none existed anymore?” Iwaizumi’s voice was becoming rougher, deeper, and Oikawa trembled; for the first time in his life, afraid. “Thought you were being smart, to mark me in a purely supernatural way, while being ready to surrender against a human.”
“I—Iwa-chan, I…” Oikawa didn’t know what to say. He didn’t understand what was going on. How did Iwaizumi find out? Was he so out of practice with his magic that Iwaizumi had felt something off from the spells, gone to someone and found out? He must feel disgusted, that I would claim him that way without his knowledge. Shame burned through him, realizing – not for the first time – how childish he had been.
“But you’re not the only one who wants to stake a claim,” the deep growl resounded in his ear, and suddenly Oikawa was aware of a pressure pushing against him. Not magical, nor a physical grip on him.
An animalistic snarl that could not have come from a human startled Oikawa, and his eyes widened at a thought as he turned his head, straining with Iwaizumi’s firm grip still on him to glance behind him, breath catching.
Moonlight streamed into the room, highlighting parts of Iwaizumi’s muscled torso, but his face remained shadowed in darkness. Oikawa’s gaze, however, was locked on the piercing blue eyes pinned on him.
“A…” werewolf?! Oikawa’s mind supplied in shocked disbelief. The glint of sharp, extended canines brought him back to the present as another growl rumbled through Iwaizumi, and Oikawa’s mouth opened again for a whole other reason.
“Ah… Iwa-chan? What are—Is that—” The pressure was bearing on him, his entrance, and Oikawa’s heart was thumping loudly in his chest. A knot?!
Unsettled, his gaze automatically sought comfort in the form of Iwaizumi but those cold eyes unnerved him. The… knot pushing against him had him choking back a gasp as Oikawa’s hazel eyes began tearing up, conflicting emotions leaving him confused and fearful.
“Iwa-chan,” he whimpered, helpless. “Iwa-chan,” help me. He jerked at the feel of a rumbling chest pressing up against his back again, before Iwaizumi released his forearms and slid one hand up to his jaw.
“Relax, Tooru,” Iwaizumi rumbled, turning Oikawa’s head with such gentleness that the tears in Oikawa’s eyes spilled over as their lips pressed together softly. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
Oikawa’s eyes blinked open to see Iwaizumi’s own had turned back to their familiar dark hue. A dark gaze that was meeting him head on and pulling Oikawa in, stripping him bare and laying everything out under Iwaizumi’s scrutiny.
“Yes,” Oikawa admitted in a whisper, “always.”
His breath caught at the smile that graced Iwaizumi’s lips, softening that dark gaze. “And I am yours, always.”
Heart feeling like it was being gripped to tight, Oikawa’s lips stretched in a watery smile. “Really?”
“Yes,” Iwaizumi’s firm answer blew Oikawa’s defenses away in one fell swoop. “Will you let me in?” he didn’t wait for an answer, instead molding his lips over his beautiful setter’s, tasting him, swallowing his sighs.
One of Oikawa’s hand came up behind him to thread through Iwaizumi’s hair, body relaxing and whimpering as the thick bulge at Iwaizumi’s length slipped in at once. He broke away from the kiss to press his forehead against the sheets, keening loudly at the fullness.
His hands scrambled to grip at the sheets in surprise as the knot began to expand, pushing his already-stretched entrance past its limits as the demon gasped and whined. “Iwa-chan… I can’t—it’s too—”
“Shh…” Iwaizumi hushed him softly, running warm hands up and down Oikawa’s sides soothingly. “You’re so good. So good for me, aren’t you, Tooru?” He shuffled his position, lifting Oikawa’s hips up with him into a more comfortable position before gently laying them both on their sides.
Warmth spread outwards from inside Oikawa as he was filled and he moaned, flushing at his own lewdness. His cheeks burned as Iwaizumi murmured encouragements and praises in his ear. After a moment, he squirmed against the werewolf.
Trailing a hand down, Iwaizumi wrapped a firm hand around Oikawa’s length and stroked him, burying his nose against the curve of Oikawa’s neck and rumbling in satisfaction as he released, and savored the pleasured trembles wracking Oikawa’s frame.
Oikawa came with a choked sob, spilling over Iwaizumi’s hand before the former spiker raised the soiled hand to his lips and licked at Oikawa’s essence. Already exhausted, Oikawa whimpered at the sight before curling into himself at the feel of Iwaizumi’s seed still filling him up.
His head was turned again by Iwaizumi who rumbled against his lips, “I love you.”
Tears welled up and spilled over hazel eyes, shaky smile soundlessly forming the words, “I love you.”
“What a terrible face,” Iwaizumi joked softly, lip curling fondly as Oikawa frowned and half-heartedly smacked his thigh.
Turning his head away, embarrassed at the emotional display, Oikawa attempted to wipe at his eyes, sniffling softly. A rough hand grasped his and he was coerced into another deep kiss as they lay together.