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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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[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.]

[toughlovin]

[He should have expected something, but what he got had Hajime voicing a low laugh. Arms lift and clothes come off. No, it wasn't gentle at all, but he had a feeling that Tooru wasn't looking for gentle right now. It was a shame. Hajime could be very attentive. But this was fine.

He smirked and grabbed at Tooru's hips and pulled him hard against him. Grinding on him was all well and good, but he wanted Tooru to feel how much he'd missed him. Wanted him to know just how hard he was.]

Thought that's what you loved about me? Since when did you stop wanting to strip me, Tooru?

[grandtrashking]

[Where would the fun be with being gentle after so long, they had so much lost time to make up for and Tooru was wanting to get wrecked more than he'd realized and only Hajime could satisfy that need. He'd slept with others as a distraction each time he'd felt helpless and alone, but none could compare to Hajime, there was no love like there was with him even if Tooru'd tried once to move on and failed miserably.

When he's grabbed and grinded on, Tooru gasps and groans at just how hard Hajime is, which makes him even harder. He digs his nails into Hajime's skin, leaning right down in front of Hajime's face with a fanged grin, lips ghosting against his lover's but being cruel and not connecting. This was his game for now, he called the shots until he could get flipped over and fucked into the next week.]

I never said I stopped wanting to, just that you're awful about it.

[Just as it seems like Tooru would kiss, he jerks himself back up and out of Hajime's grip with an even more tormenting grin and tilting his head up to expose his neck, sliding himself off against Hajime's erection before his face is hovering over it until he aggressively undoes those pants and jerks them and the underwear down, licking his lips before carefully taking the length and licking it from base to tip before taking the tip into his mouth. He doesn't do anything just yet, just flicks his tongue across the tip while staring directly at Hajime and giving him a wink.]

[toughlovin]

[Tooru was a jackass. An evil, cruel bastard who he was going to throw out of a window if he wasn't careful. Teasing him like this was not the best idea. Several years of waiting, of longing and missing and now he thought playing with him was wise? Hajime was about to demand Tooru just fucking kiss him when the little shit pulled away. And he knew that head tilt was deliberate. Without meaning to, Hajime's gaze went from his loves lips to that pale neck and had to force himself to close his eyes. Any more and he was likely to just pounce on Tooru...

Closing his eyes had been a bad idea.

The moment he did, Tooru was on the move. In moments his pants were gone. With it Hajime had shifted down from his sitting position with a string of annoyed curses leaving his lips. All of which stopped with a groan once he was taken in hand. Tooru's palm was warm, rough in just the right way. A familiar way. But it was the warmth that got Hajime the most. Hand, breath, tongue... Hajime took a shaky breath.]

I'm gonna kill you...

[He mumbled the threat, a hollow lie because he never would. Never could. Tooru was his world, after all. Even if he drove him insane.]

[grandtrashking]

[Tooru prides himself in being a horrible teasing asshole in the bedroom, it's part of his charm as he's been told, and bitched at about. He could let himself be a real brat if it meant getting his way the way be wanted to be pinned into a mattress or futon.

And to prove that point, Tooru just repeats the licking up the shaft, agonizingly slow, and flicks his tongue against the tip again while his hands wander out of reach. He lets out a breathy little shitty chuckle, eyes rolling and keeping an erotic expression going as his clicks his tongue at the empty threat.]

No you won't, not after you just got me back.

[And then Tooru just takes all of Hajime into his mouth, bobbing up and down slowly as his tongue works itself along the shaft both aggressively and gently as he bobs and stares directly at Hajime as he's doing so.]

[toughlovin]

If you don't fucking blow me right now, we're gonna test that theory.

[Because Hajime really only had so much patience, Tooru should know that and should know he was pushing it. He loved the man, but he was not above just straight up kicking his ass and sorting himself out. He was achingly hard and the delicate touches and licks just weren't doing it for him.

Thankfully Tooru wanted it just as much. Hajime groaned watching his lover drop, taking him straight down to the root. He reached out and buried his fingers within Tooru's hair, cupping the back of his head and watched him move. Gods but he loved this man. But was there anything sexier than having those big, brown eyes on him while his lips were stretched around his cock? No, Hajime didn't think there was.]

[grandtrashking]

[The threat, this time, did nothing to make Tooru behave. It only added to his awful teasing before taking all of Hajime into his mouth, not even gagging once all the way down. The gag reflex had been done away with long ago when it came to shoving long and hard objects down his throat.

There's a hum of satisfaction when Hajime touches his neck and buries his fingers in his hair. It never ceased to amaze him that with all of Hajime's strength, he could be so gentle even when Tooru did all he could to be the worst kind of tease in bed. He keeps up with his motions, although the bobbing and motions with his tongue slowed to an even more agonizing slow pace.

He wanted to draw this out and put on his own show before the main event began between them both.]

[toughlovin]

[The fact that Hajime wanted to be gentle with Tooru showed the depths of his feelings. Even if he couldn't always find the right words, even if he might slap him upside the head when he pissed him off of kick his ass when he really pissed him off, Hajime would always have gentle touches to soothe those moments. To show Tooru that there was love there. There would always be love there. Because he never touched anyone the same way he touched Tooru.

Even if he was driving him fucking crazy.

He watched the way he moved, knowing full wall the damn wolf was doing it deliberately. After all, it wasn't the first time... He should have been used to it. But years of absence, years of being alone, he was back to square one again and it was frustrating beyond belief.

Hajime damn near growled, fingers tightened within Tooru's hair and he might well have just held on and fucked Tooru's throat his damn self... but he managed to keep himself in check. Simply because he wanted to see where Tooru was going with this. And because that mouth, even if it was being used to torture him, felt so fucking good, Hajime didn't want to ruin the moment.]

[grandtrashking]

[Anyone else and Tooru wouldn't tolerate the way he'd be treated if they pulled the same as Hajime did, he'd lose his mind on them. There were one, maybe two, exceptions to this as a light teasing smack or shove, but no one else was allowed to strike him.

When Hajime's fingers tightened in his hair, Tooru couldn't help but shiver and let out a moan, feeling that tighter grip pull on some of his hair. The light pain felt good, shooting straight down to his erection which was beginning to hurt the longer he left himself untouched, but he had other ideas. Ideas he knew would drive his lover mad while staying in control of the situation until he let Hajime fuck him senseless, and it helped that earlier that night he'd bought lube for himself knowing he was out.

Carefully, with practiced ease while keeping with the movements of blowing Hajime, Tooru slipped out of his pants and underwear, pulling the small bottle from a pocket and opened it. Pouring a little bit onto his fingers and staring directly at Hajime with the most devious grin he could manage with a dick in his mouth, he slid his own hand behind him and inserted one finger inside himself, shivering again at the sensation as he fingers himself.

He had no plans to allow his lover to do much work, because the more riled up he can get Hajime, the rougher he could get him to be. Tooru had no plans whatsoever to be able to walk later.]

[toughlovin]

Fuck...

[The words hissed out between clenched teeth and a barely repressed groan. Tooru's mouth was working him into a near frenzy. It was getting harder and harder to keep himself still. It was getting harder to not drag Tooru off of him and...

Eyes that had shut now opened when he felt Tooru moving around. The movement detailed his thoughts and distracted him, pulling his attention away from what was going on between his legs and more to what was going on between Tooru's. The little shit had taken matters into his own hands once again. Where he'd found the lube, Hajime wasn't going to ask. It was better not to. But now he couldn't tear his eyes away from the way those fingers disappeared between frim, round ass cheeks... And the thought that it should be him inside that tight hole. Not a finger or two.

He knew Tooru was staring at him. Let him stare.

His control was wearing thin... but he was hanging on. Barely.

There was only so much of the teasing he could take before he finally snapped.]