Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Three;; Greed||Terushima

    “The winner is… Terushima Yuuji! Congratulations! Up next, we have the lovely-”

    Oikawa slammed the door, blocking out all noise from the Grand Ballroom and silencing the announcer. He slinked down the hallway, contemplating how he could back out of the agreement their manager had set up for the team. It was a simple arrangement - each player was auctioning off a date to the highest bidder. He reminded himself that it was for charity and the money would be going to a good cause, but that didn't ease his mind. Resting his hand against the wall, he paused in his retreat.

    “Where do you think you're going?” A smooth voice called out to him from the doorway.

    Oikawa scoffed but didn't turn around. He could recognise that voice anywhere. Beginning to walk once more, his pace quickened when he heard the hurried footsteps following him. He knew Terushima wouldn't give up without at least a brief conversation, but that didn't stop Oikawa from trying to avoid any and all interaction with him. This last week had been a game of cat and mouse between the two. Oikawa wasn't built to lose, no matter how stubborn his opponent. His patience, however, was wearing thin.

    “I don't get a hello, even after I spent all that money on you?”

    “You didn't spend it, you donated it.”

    Terushima chortled, “Whatever, the outcome is the same. You're mine for the night and every night henceforth.”

    “I don't think so,” Oikawa snapped, turning around at last to glare at the dirty blond. Although he was in formal attire, his hair was unkempt and his eyes held a wild yet playful glint. A smirk danced across his face as he took a step forward. Oikawa held his ground, folding his arms across his chest to convey his irritation.

    “My little sweetcake is feisty tonight, I see.”

    “How dare you bid on me? This event was for the team’s fans and to raise awareness for those in-”

    “Yeah, yeah, I know,” Terushima sighed, rolling his eyes. “But did you really think I would let anyone else have you, even if just for a night?”

    “Anyone else? You barely have me as it is! Don't think I'm going to forgive you just because you threw money around-”

    Terushima shushed him, placing one of his fingers on the setter’s lip before speaking, “You don't have to forgive me right now, but you will in time. As for the auction, I would have won you no matter what. You're mine, Oikawa, and I don't share.”

    Oikawa’s retort was engulfed by Terushima’s mouth. His arms wrapped around his chest, pulling the brunet closer as he deepened the kiss. Oikawa had always thought Terushima was the embodiment of temptation. He tasted sweet and seductive, and Oikawa lost his train of thought to the haze of desire that overcame his every sense. Terushima had a silver tongue in more ways than one and he knew how to put his piercing to good use. If Oikawa wasn't careful, he'd give in to the pleasure and forget about their argument from the week prior. Oikawa had no intention of forgiving nor forgetting. He pushed the blond back and kept his arms in front of him as a safeguard in case Terushima made another move.

    “I'm not an object for you to covet and possess!”

    “Oh, come on, Tooru. Let's just go home. Enough of this petty fighting.”

    “No! Greed is a sin, you know. You can't just-"

    “It's not the only way I sin,” Terushima murmured as he pressed his body against Oikawa's once more. He grinded on his crotch, earning an airy moan from the setter. His mouth trailed along his collarbone and his hands roamed his chest. Oikawa pushed him off again, his mouth detaching from his neck with a loud, wet pop. Oikawa glared at his playboy smirk that could melt hearts. Terushima sighed, fingers crawling up his chest as they jumped from button to button, “Let's go home, Tooru.”

    “All you think about is sex!”

    “All you think about is volleyball.”

    “I- I’m just- You know what? Have fun sleeping on the couch!”

    “But I've been on the couch all week!” Oikawa sped off down the hall, ignoring Terushima’s whines, “Babe, come on!”