You Can't Love A Dead Person

Oikawa's POV

[Sorry it's been awhile I had to take misterms then I got sick so I haven't been able to write for awhile. I should be back to writing about a chapter each week now though. Also sorry for any mistakes please point them out so I can fix them]

WARNING- this chapter is more mature then the others, and could be a trigger for rape, so please skip over this chapter if you are sensitive to this type of content. 

It's almost done. I just have to be an ass tonight, and then it will work. So, what can I do to piss off Iwa as much as possible? I don't want to do anything that ruins his reputation or physically hurts him, but I need to ruin our relationship and have Iwa absolutely hate me.

Well, to the club I go. It's only fair after all, Iwa got his hookup earlier today. He thought that I wouldn't notice, but the messy hair and the scent of alcohol was a give away that he had been at a club. Iwa hates dancing, so he wouldn't go to a club without other motives.

I start to jog to the club. It's only a mile or two away, so with traffic and going to get the car, it would take longer to drive then to just run there. I start breathing heavily while I run, and wonder if this is a good idea. Maybe not, but I can't back out of this plan now. It's too late for that now.

I squint my eyes as I walk into the club, the flashing lights shine bright. I walk over to the bar, and order a tray of shots. Now all I have to do is sit and wait. A pretty guy like me sitting alone at the bar, I just have to give it a few minutes and I'm sure to get hit on.

Sure enough, a few shots later, a tall muscular guy with curly black hair sits down next to me.

"You here with a girl?" He shouts so that I can hear him over the loud music

"Nah, I swing the other way." I yell back, taking a shot on the counter. I'm not sure if it's mine, but it's alcohol nonetheless.

"Really?" He asks rhetorically "Me too." he adds. Bingo, this is where our conversation goes from friendly to intimate. "Can I buy you a drink?" He offers.

"Let's skip the small talk." I whisper into his ear, clumsily grabbing his shirt collar. It's hard to tell with the flashing lights, but I'm pretty sure I saw him blush.

"Don't you wanna know my name first?" He asks.

"Why bother? We both know this isn't gonna lead to a relationship so there isn't much point in getting to know each other."

"Fair point, but how do you know that I'm not a murderer or something?" The man asks.

"All the better. Do me a favor and kill me while you're at it." I reply. The man laughs and takes my hand. I can feel the alcohol setting in as my vision starts to blur.

"You're kinda funny you know." he says. I get that a lot. The irony of it is that I'm not even joking. "And my name's Alex." he says, leading me to the back of the club.

"So Alex," I hum "If you aren't here for a relationship, then what do you want to do with me?" Alex pulls me by my hair and starts to whisper into my ear.

"Oh baby I wanna do so many things to you. I'm gonna make you my little bitch, and fuck you till you can't walk right." Alex whispers, his voice slightly raspy.

"Alright then, n-now that you've got my expectations up, you better not dis- disappoint me " I stumble. The back of this club has a few poles, and a few rooms that you can rent out. Alex pulls me towards the rooms and hands the person who has the keys to the door some money. In exchange, they give Alex a key and point to a room. Alex thanks them, and pulls me towards the door that was indicated. He unlocks the door and pushes me inside. The room is pretty small, and only has a full sized bed and a nightstand in it. It has red LED strips around the ceiling, and I can't tell what color anything in the room is, though I'm not sure if thats because of the lighting or the alcohol.

"Can I tie you up?" asks Alex, weaving silk ribbons between his fingers.

"How 'bout this, you can do whatever you w-want to me, and if I need you to stop, I'll use a safeword. Howdoescherryblossomsound?" I suggest, my words slurring together. Alex nods, then pushes me onto the bed. He climbs on top of me and presses his lips against mine. I kiss back as he uses the silk ribbon he was playing with to tie my hands up. I reach to take off his shirt, but the silk keeps my hands restrained.

"Somebody's eager." Alex teases. He trails his fingers down my arm then takes off my shirt. He moves his head down and begins biting my shoulder. I flinch and Alex looks up at me, but I shake my head to tell him that it was nothing. I usually don't let Iwa bite me because it leaves marks on my body, but today, the marks serve a purpose; making Iwa jealous.

Alex runs his hands down my torso and slips his thumbs under the waistline. He unties the string and pulls them off my hips. A moan slips through my lips as he grinds against me. Then I whimper while he bites the side of my neck.

I don't remember when it happened, but Alex must have taken his shirt off a bit ago, because now he is sitting on top of my chest, half naked, taking off his belt. He pulls his jeans off, then leans over my head, grabbing the headboard.

Suddenly the door into our room swings open and the room becomes filled with the flashing lights of the club again.

"Oikawa?" A familiar voice calls, "Hey asshole, that's my boyfriend you're fucking!" Iwa shouts, shoving Alex off of me. "How dare you take advantage of him like this!" Iwa shouts. He looks like he's about to throw punches, so I have to do something.

"Iwaaa stop, I w-wanted to have sex with him!" I shout. Iwa looks at me, absolutely shocked.

"I suggest you leave us so we can get back to what we were doing." says Alex.

"Hell no! That's my boyfriend you have tied up there, I'm not gonna let you fuck him while he's too drunk to give consent!" Iwa yells.

"Iwa I'm not-" I begin.

"Relax, he's only had a few drinks." Alex says coolly, climbing back on top of me.

"Shut the hell up, he's waisted. Oikawa has no alcohol tolerance." Iwa says, glaring at me. "Come on, we're leaving."

"Hey I paid for this room, at least let me fuck him first!" Alex yells, reaching for my boxers.

"I said get the hell off of him!" Iwa shouts, shoving Alex off of me and into the wall.

"Oh yeah? Or what?" Challenges Alex. Iwa punches Alex in the stomach, then comes over to me to untie my hands. He tosses the ribbons aside and reaches to help hold me up, but is pulled down to the ground by Alex. Alex punches Iwa's cheek, and Iwa quickly begins to fight back.

"H-hey Iwa, how are you gonna beat somebody taller than you in a fight?" I stumble. Iwa ignores me, but I don't know if it's because I made fun of his height or because he's fighting Alex right now. I watch them wrestle but my mind is too foggy to really pay attention to what's happening.

I start to fall asleep, but feel somebody carry me bridal style. They set me down then close the car door.

"You really got yourself into a mess this time, Shittykawa."