you don't own me

6

iggycorn- here you go stop calling me chair

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"stop smirking," oikawa grumbled as he appeared downstairs, natsu on his hip, heading to the coffee machine.

"i'm not smirking," ushijima replied, dressed in full suit.

"you sure do look damn pleased," oikawa bit. "how does this expensive son of a b-i-t-c-h work?"

ushijima stood up, and walked over to him. "simple, really. what do you want?"

"cappuccino."

ushijima looked at him sternly. "what's the magic word?"

"you are not making me say it."

"say it, dad!" natsu ordered, grabbing his cheeks.

oikawa's face meant war. "please," he spat out.

"excellent," ushijima replied, face still blank as he pressed some buttons.

"is this your strange sense of humour?" oikawa asked angrily, running his fingers through natsu's hair.

"it's manners."

"oh, fuck off."

"otou-chan!"

"sorry!" oikawa said, obviously frustrated. "look, natsu, can you go watch tv?"

"sure!" natsu said as oikawa set her down. she hobbled off to where she could watch tv.

oikawa turned to ushijima, glaring at him. he sighed deeply.

"thanks. for letting us stay. and for taking her in. i panicked yesterday. and you took her in."

"why do you have to glare like that?" ushijima sighed. "it's agitating. i'm trying to help you, not disrespect you. i'd give you the money even without the services."

"it's not that easy," oikawa bit.

"why?"

"because i can't just accept that kind of money without doing anything for it." oikawa ran a hand through his hair, gripping it. "it doesn't work like that."

"oikawa, i have money i don't know what to do with. i want you to have it." he looked at him intensely. "you think fathers are supposed to be taking off their clothes to provide? i don't believe that's right. that's not what you should be doing."

"you're so stupid," oikawa whispered, walking over to him. "so fucking stupid. i don't have another way to obtain money." he grabbed ushijima's face gently. "yet as stupid as you are, it makes me want to kiss you."

"wh—"

"you're confusing. i hate it. i hate it so much," he hissed. "i hate the way you only think rationally. i hate that you can't understand emotions. i especially hate how you make me feel so fucking weird inside."

"how do i make you feel?" ushijima asked, carefully placing his hands on oikawa's hips.

"confused. angry. needy." he was close enough for his lips to brush ushijima's as he spoke. "i want to kiss you and strangle you."

"not love?"

"love?" oikawa snorted, hands in ushijima's hair. "no, i don't do love. you know that."

"yet you're here, in my house, pressed up against me. you trust me with your most prized possession. you come to when you're stressed or in trouble."

"oh, shut up," oikawa muttered, pressing his lips against ushijima's. the taller wasn't expecting any else.

he was rough. like he had been previously. to shut him up. he didn't want to be shut up. but as long as oikawa's lips were against his he could pretend that maybe it was because of interest, attraction that existed out of more than just lust.