It was perfect

Things are fucked...

"Huh?"
"Bokuto, I'll explain later... Please."
"Yeah, of course. You can stay as long as you need."
"Mm, thank you.."
And the phones disconnected.
A lot of things have seemed to disconnect lately. This thought made the black haired man laugh dryly, his eyes turning to slits as he looked around the dark city, emotions he didn't know he had sinking in. Kuroo had finally walked out of the homely apartment that was subject to numerous treacherous arguments and cruel happenings for the past months, and with only a stuffed backpack slung over his shoulder, he had set out.

He checked the time.
7:47pm.
Kenma would be back soon. The gaunt boy who had been put through Kuroo's bullshit. Who had still loved him, holding onto the last string of hope he had that his lover wouldn't fuck up so badly. Yet here they were, hope was useless. And love... Love between the two was forgotten, smothered by betrayal and pain.

At least I can fuck with whoever I want now.
Kuroo sat outside Bokuto Koutarou's apartment, thoughts clouding his mind.
I could bang Bokuto if I wanted. That, of course, would anger Akaashi though... How interesting...

Before he could wonder into his thoughts anymore, the door creaked open, the lively face of Bokuto appearing.
"Bro, get inside! It's raining."
"Yeah, it is, isn't it?" Tetsurou replied, realizing he was drenched.
Oh well, he had clothes to spare. Nothing of his was left behind at Kenma's, just as the boy wished. Funny how everything he owned fit inside the backpack, though it was an awfully large one. Of course, the lean, man had left bigger things behind, like his bed and T.v. He wouldn't need those as of now.

"You should get some sleep, you look horrible."
"Gee, thanks, Bo."
Tetsurou nodded, a small smirk on his lips as he wondered into the guest room, falling onto the bed. It felt nothing like the bed he and Kenma shared, that mattress was so fluffy and... And forgotten. Left behind with his world. Everything he had known had been there, the balance was kept at that apartment. Now everything was blurred, Kuroo didn't know what he was doing anymore.

Why do I care, though? He hissed at himself, frustrated that he couldn't think straight. He needed something to take his mind away, a certain something that was in the room next to his.

"Bo..."
"Mm, Kuroo? What's up?"
"Things... Well, truthfully, things are fucked up and I need you."
Just minutes before Kuroo had slipped into Bokuto's bed, he had slipped out of his own. Irrational thoughts masked by lust had entered Kuroo's mind, causing the following events.

"I.. Hnng.. Ahh!"
"..."
"Kuroo, we- ahnng!"
"We can't do this Kuroo,"
"..."
"Akaashi! I- ... Me and Akaashi!"

Bokuto had struggled against Kuroo, but he was soon overpowered as his friend found his way around his protruding arms that were trying to keep the lust - ridden man off of him.

Moans escaped, unwarranted moans.
Moans that shouldn't of existed.