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• Tension (ft. Daishou)

//Aye this is a little messy but WHATEVER- I hope you kinda like it a little bit.

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"I hate you! I fucking hate you!"

"News flash, the feeling is mutual!"

That's how it started.

Daishou and Kuroo ran into each other in the locker room after a match, and a.. disagreement came up about certain game play. Daishou was fond of plays that kind of pushed the boundaries between cheating or playing fair. He toed that line a lot, and in Kuroo's opinion, sometimes crossed it. But obviously they disagreed on that subject.

There was yelling and cussing, threats of hitting, name calling. The two scheming captains just kept feeding each other's annoyance until they were pushing and shoving at each other too.

Suddenly, Daishou reached forward and grabbed the fabric of Kuroo's jersey, pushing him back against the lockers.

"You piss me the fuck off." He seethed, gripping the material tighter.

Kuroo grabbed Daishou's forearm, eyes narrowed and a sneer on his lips. "Funny, I feel the same way about you."

The air was tense, they were both pissed. They were close, oh so close, and how closely Daishou was pressed against Kuroo? Well, let's just say the pissed off, angry tension, suddenly had a slightly different weight to it.

The two searched each other's features, gauging the other's reaction.

And suddenly Kuroo's lips were aggressively pressed to Daishou's, and the two were making out. Almost all tongues and teeth, and they were practically fighting each other for control with how hard they were going.

One of Kuroo's hands moved to the front of Daishou's jersey to tug him closer, and the other went to tangle up into his hair. He tugged roughly, and judging by the guttural moan Daishou let out, he rather liked it.

Kuroo smirked.

"Like a little pain?" He teased, before biting Daishou's bottom lip just this side of painful.

"Like a lot of pain." Dai breathed out, smirking widely.

"I'll show you what pain is."

"Good- Come back to my place, you fucker-"

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After a healthy amount of slapping around, and a good roll in the sheets, the two captains laid panting in Daishou's bed. They were sweaty and gross, but boy were they satisfied, and the fact that they were no longer screaming at each other or threatening one another was evidence enough that that got everything out of their system.

After they both had a bit of time to get their breathing under control, Daishou spoke.

"That was.." he trailed off.

"Yeah." Kuroo breathed out. He hesitated a moment, before moving a bit closer, and properly cuddling closer to the other. Once Kuroo was pressed right close to the other, he added, "This doesn't change anything."

"Mm." Daishou hums, closing his eyes as he wraps an arm around Kuroo. The latter stiffened, but didn't move away.

"Still hate you."

"Likewise." A small, barely there kiss was pressed to Kuroo's forehead- probably more out of habit than affection. Kuroo refused to acknowledge the small smile that briefly came to his lips. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

~

Kuroo awoke in an unfamiliar and empty bed the following morning, feeling thoroughly fucked- figuratively and literally. He groggily looked about the room briefly, and if he hadn't remembered last night, the Nohebi jersey hanging off the desk on the other side of the room surely would have jogged his memory.

After a few minutes of just staring at the ceiling, Kuroo finally dragged himself out of bed. He was only wearing boxers since he was at Daishou's place, but 1) He didn't care, 2) He didn't know where his pants were, and 3) They saw more of each other last night than ever before- why bother hiding anything now?

He yawned as he exited the room and followed the alluring scent of coffee and breakfast to the kitchen. He halted right in the doorway when he saw Daishou at the stove, shirtless, and humming softly as he cooked eggs and pancakes.

A few minutes passed, and the humming stopped.

"I can feel you glaring at me." Daishou says after a moment, not looking back.

"... I'm not glaring." Kuroo responds after a moment, finally stepping into the room and walking up behind the other, though still staying about a foot away. "Just.. watching."

Dai pauses for a moment, his pouring of the pancake batter stalled. After a few beats, he began moving again.

"Like what you see?"

Silence, other than the sizzle of the griddle.

"... Yes, actually." Kuroo says quietly, slowly and tentatively moving closer and wrapping his arms loosely around the other. He rested his chin on Dai's shoulder, watching him cook.

Daishou snorted softly, but didn't move away. "Thought you hated me."

"I do."

Kuroo impulsively placed a kiss to Daishou's bare shoulder, right next to a very prominent hickey.

"Really?" Daishou asked quietly, leaning back into the other's embrace slightly.

Another silence. Then, a gentle squeeze from Kuroo, and a resigned sigh.

"Well.. Maybe you're not so bad all the time."

"I can live with that."