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[grandtrashking]

[It had been about four and a half years since Tooru had returned to that painful place, but he'd been there for a reason this time despite having not wanted to return. Not when that place held a painful memory, being the day he'd "died" to almost everyone he'd known. A small handful of people he did know, apparently, had been werewolves as well. Some born, some turned, and a couple of them just aware of the supernatural from young ages and were just human themselves. Even some of his friends, at that, but they'd helped him adjust at the very least. He knew he couldn't ever face Iwaizumi again, so he'd left Japan as soon as he was able to. It hurt at first, and there were times he wanted to turn back and fling himself at the person he loved dearly, but Tooru learned to deal with the heartache until it became a dull throb in his mind that he could ignore most days.

Until that dawn when he was sniffing out a trail of a teenager who recently had been turned and Tooru came upon the last person he wanted to be faced with.

The figure was unmistakable, and Tooru remembered that smell even 5 years later. It was him, it was his Hajime. Panic washed over him, and the only things in Tooru's favour among the trees was that he was in wolf form, and that he was fortunately approaching from behind. Everything else was terrible, especially with the wind blowing towards where he was going. In an instant, Tooru took off, breaking twigs beneath his feet and to the worst of his luck he got caught in a trap.

This was bad, he didn't want to face him after all these years. Not like this, not like what he'd become. His heart felt ripped open all over again, impossible to stitch back together. 24 years old feeling like 19 and waking up in his own blood all over again and restrained by familiar faces that knew him and what he was thinking.]

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[grandtrashking]

[More of his old self showing through, Tooru puffs his cheeks and lets out a huff at being told he's wrong that it's not the same. To him it was, no matter the circumstances, he made his choice and stuck with it. No amount of attempted convincing would change his mind or his stubbornness.]

How so, I still made my choice. I'm not going to believe anything else.

[While the wording was sharper than intended, the tone was his old annoyed one, reserved for Hajime when he'd just complain over the stupidest things or when Hajime would tease or smack him for his childishness.

But Tooru also squirms and manages to turn himself around, even in the tight grip, both hands on each bicep and just staring directly at Hajime with the second thing.

It took courage Tooru thought he didn't have, but his feelings for Hajime were still there and never left, no matter how hard he tried to make himself move on. Yet those feelings gave him unknown courage to just face him properly after the draining panic attacks and forcing nightmares down since his return.]

That's right Iwa-chan. I'm here and you're not allowed to go anywhere else either. I left and hurt you, a lot, but I never stopped missing you or thinking about you. I'm sorry for that, I was an asshole never to tell you. But... We can put that behind us, right?

[toughlovin]

Stop being a hypocrite. You've made your choice and so have I.

[He nearly did whack Tooru right then, but that would have required him to let go and he really didn't want to do that. There was a real fear that if he let go then Tooru would vanish like a dream.

So when Tooru began twisting, Hajime almost resisted it until he realised what was happening. Only then did he loosen his grip enough to allow it. And he listened. His lips twitched and he glanced away for a moment. He'd been missed... Realised he'd been an asshole. Hajime could drive the nail home if he really wanted to. But would it be worth it? After everything, was it really worth it?]

Never stopped thinking about you. I'm going nowhere without you.

[And then he pulled Tooru tighter to his chest and leaned in.

The kiss was soft, damn near chaste. A simple brush of lips to seal the promise made.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru wants to smack Hajime for being called a hypocrite, but he doesn't. He lets Hajime win that one time, it's something they're both too stubborn to relent on. A victoryless battle.

But then it all happens in an instant.

His sudden burst of courage.

Hajime's words.

Being pulled in closer.

And then the... Kiss. He's being kissed after having been so cruel, and it's soft. Tooru didn't think that's how his question would be answered, but he's not complaining. Only stunned.

And nervous. To the point it takes Tooru a solid minute to collect his thoughts and nerves that made his mind go into overdrive trying to accept reality.

And once that realisation really sinks in, Tooru just lets instinct and old habits take over, kissing Hajime back with the same softness. Yet he doesn't make it quick, he lingers instead with a smile he'd thought never could come back after all this time.

If this was a dream, Tooru didn't want to wake up ever again.]

[toughlovin]

[The longer Tooru went without reacting, the more uncertain of his actions Hajime became. He was just about to pull away, an apology on the tip of his tongue already. He'd gone too far too soon. Five years was a long time...

But then Tooru finally kissed him back and the tightness Hajime had been feeling in his chest, the knot around his heart, slowly began to loosen. As did his hold. His embrace was gentler now, matching the shared kiss. His own lips turning up at the corners in a smile, a hand ran up Tooru's back and his eyes closed.

This was what he'd wanted. When he'd seen Tooru... all he'd wanted was to pull him into his arms and kiss him senseless. And maybe punch him afterwards. But then kiss him again. He'd missed him.]

[grandtrashking]

[He didn't notice when, but his eyes as well had closed, relaxing more into Hajime. Although his grip on Hajime's arms tightened, another feeling creeping up. He still felt guilty about all of it, even if he'd stood by his choices, and just let himself let the silent tears of both relief and guilt fall down his face before eventually pulling back from the kiss to press his forehead against Hajime's shoulder and spoke in almost a whisper between sniffles. He wasn't going to hide his feelings this time, even if he'd already apologised.]

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't stand hurting you like that. I've missed you so much, Hajime... I--

[Something in him, he realized, was afraid to declare his love for Hajime again unlike his bitter and disoriented state from before, like it would break the dream. His motto had always been "If you're going to hit it, hit it until it breaks." but he'd already done enough of that and didn't want to do anymore breaking.]

I didn't think you'd kiss me again after everything I did, didn't think I'd deserve that. But... I won't leave again.

[toughlovin]

Stop.

[Hajime's hands came up to cup Tooru's cheeks, thumbs stroked away hot tears before he tilted his head and pressed soft kisses to the paths they'd made. He'd always hated seeing Tooru cry. But this kind of crying, the pained kind... the emotional kind... always hurt him in turn.]

I've missed you. Every damn day I missed you more. I never stopped.

[More kisses, cheeks, eyes, nose, lips, anywhere he could reach until he finally went back to resting his forehead against Tooru's. He'd proven his point. He would kiss him, he would shower him in kisses.]

You're the man I've loved my whole life and the one I'll love till the day I die. Tell me again you don't deserve my kisses and I'll kick your ass, Tooru. [Hajime smirked then, a sudden twist of his lips before he pulled Tooru's face closer to kiss him again.] You better not leave me. I'll chase you next time.

[grandtrashking]

[The tenderness did nothing to make Tooru stop, instead he just let it out, because it was five years worth of guilt and regret held in with nowhere to go. He cried until he couldn't cry anymore, knowing that he was safe in that moment to just let go of it all. Hajime was safe, he was always the person he could cry on ever since they were kids.

Especially with the reassuring words, that he'd been missed just as much.

What had Tooru done to deserve someone like Hajime in his life? It was a question that crossed his mind daily, especially in times like this.

But then he just lets out a quiet chuckle at being told his ass would be kicked, because that was definitely something that he knew was Hajime's way of caring for him.]

Stop saying you'll kick my ass, stupid. You never do, usually.

[The tiniest of smirks appearing before he finally lets himself kiss back.]

Iwa-chan is sappy, too. How am I supposed to respond to so much love, huh? Don't tell me you're gonna be like this all the time since I'm stuck with you forever now.

[As if that was really something bad, they'd always been Iwaizumi and Oikawa. Always Hajime and Tooru, as long as they'd known one another, it's always been that.]

[toughlovin]

[Since there was nothing he could do about those tears all Hajime could do was hold Tooru throughout them. And without meaning to he'd started to rock a little, arms folding around him, cradling him close to his chest. Soft, reassurances left him, promises that he wouldn't leave again, that he would never leave Tooru alone again. This was where he belonged after all.

Once the tears made way for a little laugh, Hajime smiled and shrugged a shoulder.]

Always a first time. You don't like me being sappy? Maybe I should kick your ass. [There was no heat in his words, just warmth as he returned those little kisses, one after another. He had five years of pent up feelings, could he really be blamed for being sappy? Dreams of Tooru coming back to him, the things he would say or do, promises he'd made in the dark of night to deities who never seemed to hear him.] Gonna have to live with it. I've missed you too damn much, you owe me this. A little sap won't hurt you.

[grandtrashking]

I didn't say THAT! You being sappy is cute, just like the rest of you, shut up.

[Tooru kisses him again, laughing just a little bit more. He could deal with the sappiness, he honestly loved it. Grumpy but sweet, that was his Hajime.

He'd missed the reassurances and calming effect Hajime had on him, and lacking that for 5 years made it clear just how much he'd never known what he lost until it was gone overnight.

Then something else comes to his mind, something important. Tooru never did things in halves or less than 100%, it was all or nothing for him, something that he demanded from everyone around him when it came to him. He needed to be absolutely sure that they could go back to before, that Tooru'd know he could call Hajime his boyfriend again.]

Hajime. We need to talk about this. About... About us. Obviously, we both won't go anywhere and if this proves anything, never stopped loving each other. I've wanted nothing but to have you back, as mine and mine alone, but I want to hear it from you too. Not just kisses and sweet teases, or promises you'll never leave, but that you want me back like before too.

[toughlovin]

[He'd missed that laugh too. The laugh and the smile that made Tooru's eyes light up. There wasn't a single thing he didn't miss. Not even the brattiness.

So he just laughed back and kissed Tooru some more. Glad he'd been given a pass on being sappy. Now he could pull out all the stops.

Though the next question gave him pause. Tooru asked it so seriously but Hajime had thought it was obvious. If he needed to spell it out for him, that was fine.]

Tooru, there's been no-one but you. You've never stopped being the man I love. My boyfriend. And I want you back. Of course I want you back. I'd be stupid not to!

It probably won't be like before... We're different now. But the bits that are the same can stay. We just have to learn to get used to the bits that changed. [Tooru had a cute tail now after all.]

[grandtrashking]

Good. Because I don't want to be anything besides your boyfriend again. You've always been mine, ever since we were kids.

[Just hearing Hajime call him his boyfriend lit something Tooru'd thought died in him, but had come back with a renewed strength within him. They could go back to the same relationship as before, and he was overjoyed at this, and it couldn't be any more obvious on his face to hear it.

So much so that he felt like he could pounce right then and there, pent up everything wanting nothing but Hajime's touch.

And then he grins. One of his signature mischief-making grins, but doesn't do a single thing about it. For now.]

That also means you can bite me like you mean it. [In an instant, wicked grin replaced by something sweet and innocent.] But we're still us, we just know more about each other now.

[toughlovin]

[Hajime's smile softened for all of a few seconds. Long enough to enjoy Tooru's happy expression. That's what he'd wanted to see. No more tears, just that happy asshole he'd always loved.

But then, the asshole part kicked in. Hajime's hand lifted and gave the back of Tooru's head a light whack.]

I'm not biting you. And careful with those jokes... Pochie. [Yeah, they were still them. And because of that Hajime was perfectly content to tease back. Even going so far as to lean on for a quick kiss.]

[grandtrashking]

[The whine that came from the smack was dramatic, far more than necessary from such a light whack, but this was Tooru and he had a flair for the dramatics around Hajime. Pouting and everything with an offended huff.

But the kiss was enough to stop the dramatics as well, but not enough to remove the pout.]

RUDE! And what if I want you to bite me, huh? I've heard about how bat bites feel good to people! Can you really blame me since I doubt you ever bit me like that before?

[A teasing insult for the one Hajime gave, but said lovingly. Not like when Tooru's backed against a wall with fangs bared ready to defend himself, spitting it curelly.]

[toughlovin]

[He probably shouldn't have laughed, but the whine was cute. The problem was, Tooru was just too cute. As annoying as he could be, Hajime would probably have refrained from smacking him as much if his reactions weren't always so cute or amusing.

A brow rose.]

Just what things have you heard...?

And no. I've never bitten you like that before. I don't always need to...do that. You were always off limits.

[Because Tooru was the one be loved. He refused to hurt him like that. And he'd never wanted Tooru to know. Hajime had just wanted to be a normal man and love in a normal way. Fate seemed to have another plan for them.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru just sticks his tongue out at the laugh, rolling his eyes at the question.]

That vampire bites feel the same as getting laid?

[Tooru blushes a bit at the wording, but it's what he's heard. What he's wanted to find out for a while now. He already liked Hajime biting and marking him, but if being bitten like that was even better? He'd want that even more.]

But Hajime, I wouldn't care. Not like you biting me would be anything new, and besides you don't have to hold back on me anymore... Plus. You know how selfish I am.

[toughlovin]

[Hajime's own cheeks reddened, both at just what Tooru was expecting from his bite and the fact that... he had actually bitten him before. Just not like that. As much as he'd tried to hold back he had actually given him a few nips in the past, and Tooru had always liked it.

It made him wonder...

But that wasn't something for now.]

I've never been bitten, can't confirm... [Though people did seem to react well to it, if they knew it was coming and were consenting.] But later. You can be selfish later, Tooru.

[grandtrashking]

[That earned Hajime an eyebrow raise, unable to stop himself from letting out a quiet snort.]

Would bites like that from your own kind even have the same effect?

[A pause, and a grin, wriggling his way out of Hajime's embrace to plop himself properly on the other man's lap, straddling him and places his hands on Hajime's lower abdomen.

Although he doesn't kiss or do anything further, not yet at least. He needs to hear the right words before acting like a menace. Though he does tilt his head to the side, trying to smile cutely.]

That would defeat the purpose of me wanting to be selfish right now though, unless... Unless we shouldn't do anything that could lead to me getting my back blown out. It's been 5 years, I understand if you don't want to right now. We can just cuddle if that's what you want.

[Even if he didn't want to, Tooru always behaved when it came to that part of a relationship. Anything but an obvious yes was always respected as a no, a line he'd never cross no matter how selfish he wanted to be.]

[toughlovin]

You know, I've no idea... I just meant I wasn't turned. So I've never been bitten by another vampire.

[But Tooru's question did make him curious. Not that he had any interest in going out to find a vampire willing. He'd be killed on sight for being what he was. A half breed. A daywalker. He was hated by vampires. There would be no eroticism from their bites, just the removal of his entire oesophagus.

It was while he was distracted that Tooru took advantage of the momentary lapse and wriggled into his lap. Hajime glanced down at where his hands had landed, then looked back up to find the asshole smiling at him in a way that didn't have him fooled.

He heaved a sigh.]

I've three questions before I answer yours... One. You just had a bad episode... are you sure you're not letting hormones get the better of you? Are you sure you're up to doing anything other than cuddle? Two. Your friend that came with you, any chance of him coming to check up on you and finding me here? And three... The were' you came to find, the one freshly turned... You won't get in trouble delaying that? [Because there would be a delay... If given the right answers to all those questions, Hajime wouldn't be able to help himself. He'd missed Tooru desperately. And while he could wait a while longer to be with him if he needed to... if he didn't, then he wanted to be selfish too.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru files that answer away for another time, assuming Hajime means he was born that way. His attention was more on the other half of what was being asked, and nods before they're asked.

And laughs just a bit at the first one, falling just a bit more in love with Hajime after all these years, adoring how he still cared to ask such things. But he nods after a sigh.]

To answer your first question, yes. I wouldn't have started flirting with you in that way if I wasn't sure of myself. I'll be fine, I promise. I know I just... Came out of that, but I feel... I dunno, better now that you're here.

Second. Only at night, but I'll let him know he doesn't need to check on me tonight. So we have the rest of the morning until the sun is down to ourselves without worrying. If it makes you feel better, I'll text him and let him know that everything is fine and that I'm going to be asleep most of the day.

Third. No, Kuroo-chan and I have been taking turns. He looks during the day and I look at night, it'll be fine.

[Each answer is given with full confidence, not just practiced confidence when Tooru's been nervous but doesn't show it, but the same confidence the second he steps on any court for a game.]

[toughlovin]

[Hajime remained quiet as he listened, trusting Tooru to tell him the truth. Because if he lied he'd never let him live it down. Easier to just give him honest answers. And while he was sure Tooru could have learned how to lie better over the last five years, Hajime was pretty sure he was still a good judge of whether he was or not.

So when he was finished, Hajime curled his arms around his loves waist and pulled him in closer. Then he leaned in, lips ghosting across Tooru's cheek and toward his ear where he spoke.]

Text him. Now.

[Get it out of the way. Get Kuroo out of the way. Hajime lowered his head then and cool lips found that warm, soft expanse of neck and pressed kisses upon it. Teasingly light. And just to be an ass, he threw in a nip as well.]

Make sure he doesn't come back here for a while...

[grandtrashking]

[When it came to lying, Tooru had improved by leaps and bounds in that area, even more than high school or the year after it, but he still knew it was pointless to lie to Hajime. Growing up together made that hard to get away with, even more so after they'd gotten together.

He shivered at the touch and voice in his ear, sending the reaction straight down between his legs, and the neck kisses didn't do anything to help the reaction either.

Nor did the nip, a shuddering breath escaping Tooru's lips.]

Stop tormenting me then and I will, damn you. I'm not the only one that's horny here am I?

[He's not complaining though, reaching a hand out for his phone, which luckily was near enough to grab and sent Kuroo a text. He'd be so screwed if he'd tried to call.

Tooru then pushes himself back enough to show Hajime what he'd sent:

No luck, I'm going back and sleeping the rest of the day, I'm tired as fuck. G'nite & good luck. Idk when I'm gonna wake up but don't expect me to be wagging my tail when I do.]

Good enough for you?

[toughlovin]

[Stop tormenting him? Now why would he do that? He turned his head to Tooru's shoulder, kissing the bare skin there and listening to the tapping of the phone. When Tooru pulled away he let him and dropped back himself, the nest of blankets and pillows caught him as he reclined back.

The corner of his lips curved reading that text.]

Good enough.

[Hajime pulled Tooru down to him then. Horny? No. It wasn't horniness. It was a raw need. A desperate want to just be with the man he loved. The man he'd missed for five long years.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru's eyebrow rose once Hajime dropped back into the pillows and blankets, enjoying the sight, forgiving the tormenting just a moment ago to take in the man he loves more than anything.

Tooru knew he himself was attractive, but nothing compared to Hajime, who Tooru thought was the most attractive and best looking person he knew. Even if he didn't know others who are drop dead gorgeous, they'd never compare to Hajime in his eyes.

He didn't even have a chance to respond before being pulled down, his phone dropping from his hand seconds later on a pillow and slipping into the blankets to be forgotten for a while.]

Impatient too.

[So was he, placing a kiss on Hajime's neck, careful not to nip. Not yet.]

Off, lose the shirt and jacket. I'm not going to be the only one shirtless right now.

[toughlovin]

Do it yourself.

[There was a light in his eyes now, a hint of mischief. He could play too, he just needed a time and a place to do it. Same with teasing. Tooru might have had the monopoly on it but Hajime had learned the rules of that game a long time ago.]

You want them off, take them off.

[grandtrashking]

[There's a hiss at the refusal, glaring at Hajime for not getting his way right then, but fine he'll do it himself.

Tooru slides his hands under Hajime's shirt, digging his nails into the cool skin as he drags them down just a bit before pushing himself back up and less than nicely forces the shirt up, not caring that another layer is on it. He wants them off so he'll just get them off in one go for all he cares.]

You're awful, but you're lucky I love you.

[And while doing so, he grinds against Hajime like the awful little shit he is himself. There's no way he wants anything to be gentle with this reunion.]