Oikawa Week 2k17 || AnimeTrashLord-007

Day Six;; Envy||Sugawara

    Hazel eyes met chocolate in an awkward yet brief glance. After a few lingering stares, the two men decided against their better judgement to force an encounter. One fueled by curiosity whilst the other burned with jealousy, they inched their way across the gymnasium until they sat just a few feet apart. They didn't speak to one another. Perhaps it was nerves or the fact that they were surrounded by others that kept them glued to their seats. They continued to watch each other like hawks, the intensity within their eyes growing. Their little game played out for most of the day, only coming to an end once the crowd dissipated and they were left alone.

    The brunet stood first, casting one last look over his shoulder before trekking over to the door. When his fingers danced along the metal frame, he heard a loud cough behind him, a little too close for comfort. Turning to face the sound, he jumped in shock. His back hit the door and his face scrunched up in pain as he slid down it. Standing in front of Oikawa was the setter he had spent the day observing. His hazel eyes gleamed in amusement, hands crossed in front of his chest as a wicked smile crawled across his face. Oikawa wondered how he managed to cross the room without alerting him. With an irritated frown, the brunet straightened himself. Taking the opportunity to stare down at the silver-haired man, Oikawa threw on what he hoped was an intimidating scowl.

    “Well, well, well. If it isn't Mr. Refreshing.”

    “Are you channeling Iwaizumi-san? Copying one of his frowns?” Suga giggled, “I don't think he would appreciate it, Oikawa-san.”

    “What do you want, sneaking up on me like that? Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude and creepy?”

    “I wanted to speak to you,” Suga tittered, grinning at the brunet while he twirled a strand of his silver hair between long, delicate fingers. “Just one on one. It can wait, though, since you're in a bad mood.”

    Oikawa rolled his eyes, gesturing toward nothing in particular. “Get on with it. It’s getting late.”

    “Oikawa-san, I wanted to tell you how much I admire you as a player and as a setter. Your plays are inspirational and ingenious. You're beyond the rest of us, truly. You're someone I aspire to be.” Suga placed his hands on either side of Oikawa, caging him between his arms. An alarm went off inside the brunet. All his senses told him to flee, but he was trapped like a defenseless animal. Suga’s voice deepened as he leaned forward, his words dripping off his tongue like honey. “You're amazing, Oikawa-san.”

    “Right, uh, thank you. I respect you too, Suga-chan,” Oikawa gulped, pulling his arms closer to his body. He flinched at the darkening voids that followed his every movement. Suga’s entire demeanor fell apart, his cheery disposition long forgotten.

    “Respect? I never said I respect you.”

    “O-oh, my mistake. All the same, the sentiment is appreciated. Was there anything else or can I go?”

    “How could I respect someone like you? Someone who has been given everything on a silver platter?”

    “Everything on a silver platter? You know that isn't true. I've worked very hard to-”

    “What's so good about you, anyway? Why must you get everything?” Suga shuffled forward, pressing his body flush against Oikawa’s. With his back against the wall and the other setter’s arms still pinning him in place, Oikawa had no choice but to accept the close proximity. Suga glowered up at the brunet. One of his knees jerked forward to press between his thighs, causing Oikawa to gasp as it brushed against his crotch. With a smirk, Suga lifted his knee a little higher to add more pressure to the sensitive area. His voice was just a whisper as he spoke, “You're handsome, smart, talented. It just isn't fair to the rest of us, is it?”

    “You're underestimating yourself, Suga-chan,” Oikawa moaned as the other setter’s knee jerked once more, sending a wave of pleasure through his body. “You have the beauty and grace of an angel. You're dependable, strategic and enthusiastic. Give yourself more credit.”

    “Such pretty lies from a pretty mouth,” Suga snickered.

    He moistened his lips with a quick lick before smashing his mouth against the brunet’s. Oikawa jolted against his smaller frame, surprise soon replaced with desire. Warmth flooded his body as Suga’s arms slithered around him. He trembled as slender fingers travelled down his spine before resting in the curve of his lower back. Suga licked Oikawa’s teeth, begging for an invitation. It took all of his restraint to refuse the silver-haired man. Oikawa remained alert, unwilling to lose himself to the feeling of ecstasy that was erupting through his body from the gentle nips and fleeting caresses. Suga pulled back with an irritated huff, his panting light and soft.

    Before he could speak, Oikawa cupped the other setter’s jaw within his calloused palm. He stared into his eyes for a brief moment before yanking him back within inches of his face. He glared down at Suga as he traced his fingertips along his jawline. With his free hand, he flicked Suga’s nose. Suga growled as he tried to smack Oikawa’s hand away.

    “Stop it, Koushi. I wasn't lying. You're amazing. You shouldn't want to be like me, not when you're perfect the way you are.”

    Suga squirmed in his grasp. His nails clawed at Oikawa, a disgruntled groan slipping past his clenched lips when he realised it was futile; there would be no easy escape from his vice-like grip. Suga’s eyes fluttered shut. Regulating his breathing, he relaxed and sighed. His meditation didn't last long, however. As soon as his jaw was released, a soft pair of plump lips brushed against his own. Opening his eyes, he saw Oikawa gazing at him. His chocolate eyes glimmered as he placed another chaste kiss upon Suga’s lips.

    “What are you doing?"

    “I thought it was pretty obvious.”

    “Why?”

    “Well, it seemed like common sense. Who doesn't know what a kiss is?”

    “Not that!” Suga snapped, smacking Oikawa over the head. He ignored his pout and continued, “Why are you being nice to me after what I said, after how I acted?”

    “Ah, that. Don't mistake this for kindness. I'm looking to satisfy my own needs now. You see, something snapped inside of me when you were being so aggressive, so dominant. That side of you, Suga-chan… turned me on,” Oikawa purred, a smirk spreading across his face as his nails scraped across Suga’s collarbone and down his shirt. Suga gasped when he felt Oikawa sink his teeth into his neck. He began to suck on the mark indented into Suga’s delectable skin before his tongue darted out to taste more of his body. His mouth traveled lower and Suga shivered.

   Oh how the tables had turned.