Mine to Protect [Kagehina]

Chapter 5: Temptation

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SUMMARY:     Kageyama fights against temptation.

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A/N:    we're almost to the good parts, but first, a little more pining

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Kageyama watched Hinata's back as the shorter man prepared them a simple dinner of pasta with tomato sauce from a jar. Kageyama had offered to cook, but Hinata had insisted on doing it himself. So Kageyama sat at the kitchen table, staring at Hinata's ass and brooding.

The talk on the sofa had been dangerous. Too dangerous. He never let people in, never told them about his past. It was too revealing. It made him too vulnerable when he had spent his adolescence and adulthood making sure he was never vulnerable like he had been as a child.

But watching Hinata pour out his own story had done something strange to Kageyama. It made him feel things.

Foreign, unnamed feelings. Uncomfortable feelings.

Hinata had looked simultaneously wounded and stunning. His eyes were too big and sad, too expressive. His lips were pulled into a frown but were still so kissable.

It was maddening.

Kageyama wanted to hug him and protect him.

But he also wanted to devour him, to defile him.

And to keep doing it, over and over.

Kageyama knew that was wrong. Hinata was an innocent that had been drawn into this game in a horrible twist of fate. Kageyama had no right to drag him deeper into this mess, this underworld of blood and vengeance, of murder and torture. He should keep him as isolated as possible from the case, from how things worked in this world. From all the horrors that humans were capable of inflicting on each other. And then let him go.

He had no right to want to keep him here.

Yet something in Hinata pulled him in, spoke to him, resonated with him. The lonely soul inside of him had yearned for some meaningful connection, something to make him feel human again rather than a machine or an animal, which is how he felt most of the time. And so he had spilled out his sad story in some fit of madness.

Kageyama had to put a stop to it. To all of it. He was playing with fire, and he knew it.

Yet, as he watched Hinata stir the sauce in the pan as he quietly hummed, Kageyama's will faltered. Hinata's ass was nothing short of perfection and he wanted a piece of it. He recalled seeing the man naked earlier and how his body had immediately reacted.

Hinata's back and ass were perfect. He was all tanned, unblemished skin and toned muscle. It was like a gorgeous blank canvas that Kageyama wanted to paint. He wanted to cover it with bruises and teethmarks, to be the first one to tarnish it. The thought of doing just that had stolen the breath from his lungs.

And then Hinata had turned around and Kageyama was lost. Miles more flawless skin, still damp from his shower and glistening in the sunlight. Toned muscles, ginger curls lightly scattered on his chest and down his legs, and around his pretty, perfect cock.

Like his most perverted wet dream.

Kageyama had never seen anything so breathtaking in all his life.

Hinata was too much, too dangerous, too perfect.

Too tempting.

He had to go work off some energy after seeing that perfection because the alternative was to take what he wanted, and despite all the unspeakable acts he had committed in his life, he had never fucked an unwilling partner.