bedroom warfare

 keep your enemies close
your enemies close  

tooru stood leaned on the counter, with some blue coctail tadashi had recommended him in his right hand. 

there were colorful lights above his head and pretty girls with giant flowers in their hair and flower necklaces around their necks. azure sea in front of them mirrored all those lights, resembling one of afremov's paintings.

"come on, it will be fun!" tadashi had said.

well, it wasn't.

he dragged tooru in a new beach bar that was crowded that night. it was opening night, he should've seen it coming.

he observed. watched all those people passing, but none of them awoken a spark inside of him. he was bored, and his only occupation were tadashi and a girl who was dressed like a latina but wasn't actually latina dancing in his lap.

tadashi became such a fuckboy over the years, that tooru sometimes couldn't believe it was that same scared pinch server from high school. he could barely remember the point where they became friends, probably another one of those parties on their freshman year of college when they realized they attended the same one and were relieved to see a familiar face, no matter how different their social circles were in highschool.

he took a sip of his blue drink, and nearly spat it. it tasted literally horrible, so he put it away on the counter.

 i cut you off but you're still here
you're like a whisper in my ear  

"not really pleasant, is it?" he heard a voice behind his back, and he knew right away who it was. his first instinct was that his mind was playing games, because that kind of coincidence could be nothing but a fantasy.

"koushi." tooru turned his face to him, and to his pleasure, it wasn't a filthy mind trick. he leaned his elbow on the counter, and his lips formed a sly smile as he looked at a silver haired setter, who had a playful spark in his eyes.

he has changed, tooru tought. it had been long enough.

his sweet, sweet secret. sugawara koushi.

no one knew they were a thing in high school, not even iwa-chan or koushi's best friend sawamura.

not a thing, actually.

they had been enemies on the court, and they still were, because those things don't get forgotten easily.

but outside the gymnasium, their battlefield, tooru couldn't get his lips of koushi's sweet body.

  you start soft but you're getting louder
every hour I feel the power  

he loved how he tasted. his sweet scent, his lips always forming a smile and his contagious laughter. he loved to whisper sweet nothings to him while karasuno's setter moaned and screamed his name, gripping the sheets like there was no tomorrow. oh, he was a loud one.

"what brings you here?" koushi asked and ordered a tequila.

"my obligations as a friend." he nodded towards tadashi, who was now snogging with his fake latina.

"since when do you drink tequila?" he asked when koushi's lips teasingly touched the glass.

koushi seductively licked his lips after taking the shot, and laughed.

"how long has it been, tooru? three years?" 

"something like that."

yes, he has definitely changed. but some things were still the same.

koushi stood up, sliding his glass over the counter back to the bartender, and leaned towards tooru, who stayed perfectly calm. he knew what was coming up.

  we go hard till the morning light
we battle nightly  

"wanna see my new apartment? it's not far from here." koushi's wet lips touched his ear, his hand softly touching tooru's thighs.

tooru smiled devilishly as he felt koushi's teeth slightly brush against his skin under his ear.

  bedroom warfare in the middle of the night
out of nowhere you come back into my life  

his taste was still so familiar, as tooru's lips traveled across koushi's neck and collarbone, leaving purple marks along the way.

koushi's fingers were tangled in his hair, gripping it every time tooru found his sweet spot. tooru's lips were softer than anything else koushi knew, and they fit perfectly against his own, his skin and every mold of his body.

tooru leaned his forehead against koushi's back, his strong hands holding koushi's waist while making his lover scream his name like never before.  koushi gripped his pillow in satisfaction, repeating tooru's name like a prayer.

  and I know in the morning we'll be
nothing more than each other's enemy  

"is it possible that you are even better now?" koushi asked when tooru pulled him on his chest, both of them panting for air.

"practice makes perfect." tooru smirked, planting a soft kiss on koushi's forehead.

  bedroom warfare in the middle of the night

next morning koushi woke up in a cold bed, rubbing his eyes to get used to the light. he sat up and frowned when he saw a sticky note on tooru's pillow.

"up for a date tomorrow, enemy?"

keep your enemies close

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i just needed to write a songfic based on bedroom warfare about one of my lowkey ships, oisuga(the s w e e t e s t)

stay golden