Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 35

RECOMMENDED SONG: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT BY ELLEY DUHÉ

The days passed. The weeks passed. The months passed. As fast as an arrow fired from a drawn bow. The lives of the people progressed inexorably. Feelings surfaced; hearts broke; people fell in love; they kissed, they had sex, they told each other their secrets. Life went on as if nothing, as if there had been no change.

But everything had radically changed.

It had been over two months since Atsumu had had the first scene with Sakusa. And it had been a little over two and a half months since he had been accompanied by Ushijima and into that black car after his shift at work to meet him face to face for the first time.

And now Atsumu was there, still, totally naked and vulnerable, except for the black leather collar around his neck; his knees brushed the black marble floor in which he and the red lights in the room were reflected. With his hands on his thighs, he waited patiently for his master to arrive.

After the first scene, in which Sakusa had given him some guidelines, every time Atsumu was called Ushijima would pick him up near his house, and when he arrived at the building Sakusa was in, he, by himself and without anyone to guide his way like the first time, found his way to the instrument-filled room that had become the room in which his darkest and murkiest fantasies were played out. Like every day when Sakusa requested him, he undressed, left the clothes on a shelf near the door that Sakusa had emptied for that purpose, and looked forward to his arrival. He was a good boy, disciplined and obedient... and eager to live up to Sakusa's expectations.

Footsteps echoed outside and Atsumu, as usual, looked down at his legs and would only lift his gaze when Sakusa gave him permission. There was a metallic beep, the door slowly opened and someone entered. The door was then closed again and there was the metallic clink of the security lock that activated when the door was closed, allowing the door to be opened from the outside but not from the inside unless the code was entered.

Atsumu listened to the slow, deep breathing as the footsteps approached him, in elegant shoes and perfectly ironed and starched black slacks. The perfume surrounded him like a cloak, and his skin crawled as he inhaled the manly scent.

"How obedient..." Sakusa's deep, raspy, almos dangerous voice whispered. "Just the way I like it."

Atsumu closed his eyes and let himself be delighted by his words, which crept under his skin with a tingle. Sakusa put a hand on his head and patted him encouragement and praise.

"Just the way I like it."

Atsumu gasped heavily and Sakusa smiled under the mask he was wearing before removing it with a twirl of his fingers around the rubber that held it to his ears. Sakusa walked away from him to place the mask next to Atsumu's clothes, neatly folded. He turned to approach Atsumu again with a steady but calm step, watching from afar as Atsumu's body reacted between his legs growing with delicious slowness.

Sakusa smirked again.

"Before we start today..." he whispered. He didn't need to raise his voice for Atsumu to hear him perfectly, as the boy focused all of his attention on his voice and only his voice. "I want to talk to you about the next scene. Look at me."

Atsumu, as if shaken by an electric shock, looked up and stared into Sakusa's black eyes. But there was no challenge, just pure curiosity.

"The next scene will be exactly 30 days from today," Sakusa said.

Atsumu's lips parted in surprise and his eyes widened slightly, questioning. But there was something else deep within his brown irises: there was plea. A month was too long for a sub who wanted to be dominated as much as Atsumu.