Ready, Set.

Breaking *

If Kenma hadn't panicked, calling Kuroo over he would've had more time to think up a plan. A viable plan. Instead he freaked out and just wanted his boyfriend. Seeing Kala had been hard, if in the moment he kept his cool as soon as his door shut he lost it. How had Kala and Tora met? They'd never known of each other.. 

Kenma looked up as his door creaked open, the familiar shape of Kuroo in the doorway. 

"Hey babe," he mumbled, slipping his bag onto the floor before walking over to the bed. Kenma should tell him what happened, that they had to pretend to break up for a little while. 

As Kuroo got closer the thoughts left Kenma's head. His arms wrapped around Kuroo's neck and pulled him onto the bed, the weight of Kuroo on his body felt amazing. 

"Kenma, are you okay?" Kuroo asked, his head tucked into Kenma's neck. 

"No," he answered, feeling Kuroo try and pull away. 

"Should we talk about it?" Kuroo asked. Kenma shook his head, 

"I just need you first," for the last time. Kenma lifted Kuroo's face, seeing the worry written all over it. 

"Ken.." Kuroo sighed, "I think we should talk.." Kenma shook his head again, pulling their lips together. Kuroo refused to kiss him back, 

"Kuroo, please. I will talk after, I promise." Kenma begged, clawing his fingers into the back of Kuroo's neck. 

"Kenma," Kuroo whined, his will to fight dropping. 

"Please, I love you. I promise I'll be open and honest.." Kenma slipped his arms down and pulled Kuroo's shirt up, his hands holding his sides. Kuroo rolled his eyes, 

"Fine," he kissed Kenma's nose, "I love you too." 

Quickly Kenma pawed off their clothes, feeling Kuroo's warm skin touch his as he pulled his body up to him. Kenma whimpered as Kuroo pressed against him, clinging to his shoulders. 

Kuroo pressed into his slowly, Kenma grinning at the familiar feeling, he didn't want Kuroo to go away. He knew the conversation they were about to have was going to turn into a fight, but he hoped that he would understand. 

Kuroo leaned back, Kenma watching as he untied the collar from his wrist, clipping it around Kenma's throat. He smirked, pushing Kuroo onto his back and placing his hands around his ribs. He brought his body up and down onto Kuroo's, the image of Kuroo engraving itself into his mind again. 

His body was already there, but he wanted it to last, he was afraid to let go of Kuroo. Afraid of how long it would be until he felt this again, until they were able to be together. 

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I rolled over, Kenma sitting back down on the bed. He took the collar off from his neck, turning and wrapping it back around my wrist. 

I didn't want to push him, but my anxiety was through the roof, I didn't want to tell him I knew what was going on, but I needed him to tell me what happened. 

"Hey," I said softly, seeing his face turn to me, "Can we talk now?" He nodded, but turned away from me, 

"So," He sighed, standing up to let my shirt fall around his waist, "A few people I know are in town, and they're not good people. I thought they were just going to torture me and go away, but they want something from me and I can't give it to them.." He refused to look at me, 

"Kenma, you can talk to me." I sat up, pulling the covers off my legs to sit at the end of the bed. 

"I know, I just can't form the words. They," He turned and I realized he was crying, "They said we have to break up."