one shots of the haikyuu breed {on-going}

The Hangover Part HQ

(A/N) Hey so yeah this. at not my best but not my worst. but I hope you enjoy anyways. gay-anime-freak

     The door busted open, the knob cracking the wall and emitting an obnoxiously loud crash. "Dammit, Shittykawa..." Iwaizumi stuttered, stumbling forward and tripping over his feet. Iwa held Oikawa's left arm around his neck, a hand wrapped around his waist supporting him. He trudged through the doorway, squeezing the pair of them through. His should scratched against the wall, and he nearly fell when he finally made his way in.

     "Iwa-chaaaan... W-Why can't we make out? Or... Do the do? Knock some boots? Put the hot dog in the... I dunno?" Oikawa whined, his voice groggy and slow. He tilted his head lazily up to look at Iwa's pensive expression. "Iwa-chaaaa-"

     "Dammit, Tooru!" Iwa-chan growled, crouching a bit and scooping Oikawa's legs out from under him. Oikawa's head lolled against his chest, his soft hands wrapping around Iwaizumi's neck. "If I have sex with you, will you be quiet?"

     "Mm-Hmm..." Oikawa muttered, his eyelids drooping.

     "Fine, I'll have sex with you." Iwa muttered, pushing the bedroom door open with his shoulder. Of course , he didn't intend to have sex with Oikawa. He was to drunk to hold any control, he could bruise the beautiful boy.

     It'd also be bad if Oikawa regretted it. Their first time making love shouldn't be something done in a drunken stupor.

     Iwaizumi laid Oikawa back slowly, allowing his body to touch the bed, inch by inch until his mess of curls rested in the pillow. He bit his lip, his thoughts bouncing off the walls of his head.

     This isn't good. He sat at the edge of the bed, watching Oikawa closely.

     Oikawa pouted, noticing the complete hesitation, and how Iwaizumi chewed at his bottom lip. He attempted to lift his arm, but it was heavy. He drug his hand and managed to nudge it over Iwa's, curling his long, slender fingers around Iwa's calloused hand.

     "We can tomorrow..." Oikawa slurred, blinking slowly.

     Iwaizumi's head shot up, completely shocked over the statement. "T-Tomorrow?"

     Oikawa nodded, his hair scrubbing against the pillow and rustling noises out of the object. "Of course, Hajime..." Oikawa giggled, pronouncing every part of Iwa's name lowly, then hiccuping. He curled into a ball, facing the window, with the sky spotted with stars. "I can wait..." He muttered.

     Oikawa's words fell short, for he almost immediately passed out. Iwa shook his head, pulling off Oikawa's shoes and socks and shirt and pants, and pulled the sheet back. He pulled it up over Oikawa's shoulder, as soft snores came from Oikawa's lips.

     "I guess I'll sleep too, now..." Iwaizumi said, stripping down and climbing in.

     He was careful not to touch Oikawa. What if they awoke, and Oikawa was angry? Worse, what if he woke up and then wouldn't shut up again?

     He did watch the sweet baby, his chest and the slow rising and falling action. Soon, the sound of Oikawa's breathing lulled the drunken Iwa-chan to sleep.

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     Iwa tossed, and turned lightly for a few minutes, before the smell of bacon and the morning light coaxed him from slumber. He sat up, rubbing his eyes and stretching.

     He rolled off the bed and stumbled into the kitchen, turning off lights and shutting any and all curtains.

     His head pounded excruciatingly, as if someone jabbed at his brain with ice picks. He groaned lightly, the loud crash of pots and pans shooting a particularly gnarly ache in his head. "Dammit, Trashykawa... Shi ne..." He spat, dropping into a stool at the bar ar rounding the kitchen area.

     "But if I died, who would feed your untalented-in-the-culinary-arts ass?" Oikawa grinned.

     "Ramen noodles would feed me, that's who..."

     Oikawa rolled his eyes and giggled. He leaned towards Iwa. "I want a kiss from you, Iwa-chan."

     Iwa lurched backwards, almost out of his seat. "I don't think so dragon breath... You're supposed to brush your teeth in the mornings, you know that, right?"

     Oikawa smacked his shoulder. "I'm not the only one who has beer breath... You do too, you meanie." Oikawa whined, crossing his arms over his silly apron.

     Oikawa held a face, an adorable little pout with his lips pursed and eyes slightly narrowed. His hair was clipped out of his face, and he wore an apron over his boxers. Show strange.

     "God, you're adorable in the mornings, Tooru. Did you know that?" Iwa-chan asked, sighing deeply. He smiled lightly, leaning in to kiss his beloved.

     Oikawa smiled sweetly. "Yes, of course I knew that."

     Iwa frowned, and stood slowly. His head might be killing him, but he could still kill Oikawa. "I'm gonna tickle you until you cry."

     Oikawa made a horrified face. "You wouldn't...."

     "Fucking try me, Shittykawa."

     They stared at each other, precious moments passing, before Oikawa bolted for the living room, with Iwa-chan close on his tail.

     "Iwa-chaaaan! Stop it, stop chasing me!" He cried out, waving his spatula and swinging at Iwa half heartedly.