Unhealthy obsession (Haikyuu AU)

Chapter 17

Kuroo emerged from the huge jacuzzi shower in the bathroom from his own elegant dressing room with a towel tied around his waist, feeling relaxed and happy after such a great scene with Oikawa. When he returned to the room he found Bokuto sitting on the dresser, with his back leaning against the mirror, his arms crossed over his chest, and a jealous look shinning in his golden eyes. Only the lights around the mirror were on, giving a truly macabre atmosphere to the rest of the room. Kuroo knew that look very well, and it was not a good sign on his boyfriend's face.

"Hey, baby—"

"What was that?" Bokuto cut him off with a cold voice.

Kuroo stood still looking at Bokuto not knowing what to say. He wasn't sure what exactly he meant—or at least he pretended he was not sure. A heavy silence took hold of the moment.

"Tetsuro, don't fuck with me," Bokuto said angry. "Answer me right away."

Play the fool wasn't going to do any favor to Kuroo, but he wanted to try to push Bokuto's patience limits, so he acted the way he always did, as the brazen guy he usually was.

"What was what?" Kuroo asked raising an eyebrow defiantly.

"The way you touched him," Bokuto replied breathing deep.

Kuroo narrowed his eyes and shot him an indecipherable look. It was sure that Bokuto didn't notice what really happened or else he would've asked for the reason why Kuroo put it in Oikawa; not that it was a big deal if Bokuto knew. Kuroo hadn't done anything that wasn't in the script. He and Oikawa were only slightly ahead of it. But that didn't seem to be what worried Bokuto. What worried him were... the caresses?

"The way I touched him?" Kuroo asked raising both eyebrows with narrowed eyes and a judging look.

"Yeah, are you deaf?" Bokuto asked upset.

"I don't know, I could clearly hear Oikawa-kun's moans a bit ago, do you think I'm deaf?" Kuroo said, adding fuel to the fire.

"Are you laughing at me, Tetsuro?" Bokuto asked in a voice laden with poison.

"No, I just don't know what the hell you mean, Koutaro," Kuroo replied with a simple shrug.

Bokuto emitted a bitter low laugh filling the dense silence between them. The tension could be cut with a knife and the atmosphere felt heavy on them, crushing their patience but pumping up their rage like if it was a ballon.

"I like to see you fuck others, Tetsuro," Bokuto said slowly, as if measuring his words and painting them with the deepest contempt. "But today I felt nauseous. I felt out of place."

"Well, that's a shame."

Kuroo shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and shot him a long, hollow look, a penetrating gaze that Bokuto felt was reading into the thoughts inside him like an open book. Kuroo had the ability to make everyone feel as if he knew even the darkest secret of everyone with that look, and it only made Bokuto feel more anger boiling in him because the reality of those amber eyes was that they were hidding something from him.

"I'm a porn actor. The caresses come in a lot," Kuroo replied calmly. "Just like kisses, handjobs, blowjobs, rimming and penetration. If you don't like it, you fuck off because that's what it is. I have nothing more to say," Kuroo said turning his back to Bokuto to find his clothes .

Bokuto stared at his back and felt fury burning inside him. He clenched his fists and, like if a storm had descended to Earth, he raised his voice. "DON'T FUCK WITH ME, TETSURO, I DON'T LIKE THAT GUY," Bokuto yelled out of his mind. "STOP THE FUCKING MOVIE OR FORGET ABOUT ME."