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Make Me Wonder
In all honesty Iwaizumi was pretty surprised that Nakaya hadn't told Oikawa about trying to hook up with him. He'd expected the other man to do precisely that, and had walked on egg shells for three ulcer inducing weeks, waiting for Oikawa to confront him about it. He'd thought about hunting the Omega up to ask him what his plan was, but had ultimately decided not to. Maybe the riot act he'd read the other man had gotten through to him. Stranger things had happened, after all.
People called Nakaya Oikawa's evil twin because they were both super popular and faintly resembled each other physically. Iwaizumi was pretty sure that most people had never clued in to the fact that the two had something else in common.
The fact that they both hurt themselves over and over again in their quest to prove to the world, and especially themselves, that they were good enough.
Oh, both hid that really well. Extremely well, actually. Most people thought the two couldn't be more self-confident and convinced of their own superiority and popularity. And sometimes, a decent amount of the time, that was even true.
But Iwaizumi was pretty sure both of them had an insidious voice in their head telling them that underneath all their charm and bravado they were pathetic and weak and ordinary. That they would never be worthy of the lives and dreams they wanted so badly.
Oikawa had never admitted that to Iwaizumi of course, heaven forbid, but no one knew his best friend better than Iwaizumi did.
Nakaya, on the other hand, did not have a friend like Iwaizumi in his life. The other Omega surrounded himself with ass kissers, minions, and Alphas who wanted to fuck him. People who told him what they thought he wanted to hear and nothing else. Most of them were asseholes who were only using Nakaya in turn, nothing about their 'bonds' real. And Nakaya wasn't an idiot...he knew that.
Iwaizumi wasn't remotely Nakaya's type, but the Omega had hit on him plenty before the night he'd stupidly taken the Omega up on one of his offers. He'd also always sensed that while half of Nakaya's motivation was the fact that it would infuriate Oikawa, the other half...Iwaizumi had always wondered if Nakaya also just wanted what Oikawa had with him. If Nakaya wanted to steal Iwaizumi because he wanted someone in his life who not only loved him, but would fight to the death with and for him.
Anyone who had ever spent ten minutes in their company knew that while Iwaizumi and Oikawa were constantly at odds, they were also bonded so deeply that they would walk into Hell for the other without question.
He would always have Oikawa's back. Always.
And realizing that the man in question was staring at him, looking ready to throw the volleyball he held at Iwaizumi's head if he didn't get an answer soon, Iwaizumi belatedly remembered that he should be saying something.
Problem being he didn't have an answer, so he just shrugged. "I'm surprised he didn't, too."
Oikawa's eyes narrowed dangerously as he asked just how far the two had gone, exactly.
"I've seen you do worse in public." Which was semi the truth. He'd once caught sight of Oikawa and some girl in an empty classroom, the girl unbuttoning her school blouse while she and Oikawa made out. Iwaizumi had gotten the hell out of there when she'd grabbed Oikawa's hand and put it on her presumably bra covered breast.
Nakaya going for his belt had been what had snapped Iwaizumi back to horrified reality. At least in their case no clothing had been shed or undone before Iwaizumi had pushed him away.
"Why would you ever-he's not remotely your type! He's way too tall and muscle-y."
"Muscle-y? Seriously? And you do know I'm going into sports medicine, right, Shitty-kawa? Muscles are a good thing in my books. It's not a deal breaker, but I like a six pack as much as you like big boobs."
"What?!"
"Do I even want to know what you think my type is?" Because he was definitely getting the feeling he didn't.
"That stupid setter you were drooling over today!"
Figures. "First of all, Kenma is not stupid. He's been tested. He has a genius level IQ. Secondly, yes, I think he's hot, but his height and muscles or lack thereof don't matter to me. I'm not that shallow. Okay, I like pretty boys, but body type isn't a big thing for me."
Oikawa bounced his volleyball a few times, looking very pointedly at it and not at him.
The pouty princess did that for a couple minutes before mumbling something Iwaizumi didn't catch.
"What?"
That earned him a quick glare before Oikawa went back to bouncing as he presumably repeated his earlier question properly. "What is your type...besides pretty and male?"
Oh, for the love of...you know what...fuck it.
"I'm into high maintenance pretty boys who want me to fuck all that brattiness out of them on a regular basis."
The volleyball went bouncing off into the backyard without Oikawa seeming to notice. The Omega was now too busy staring at Iwaizumi with a wide-open mouth Iwaizumi couldn't help but think he'd love to fill.
Also, the devil and sleep deprivation made him ask Oikawa if he wanted to know his kinks, too.
Oikawa just continued to stare big eyed and open mouthed at him. If the lighting was better Iwaizumi would have bet he'd see red cheeks on the other man's face.
"Right, sorry. Forgot who I was dealing with. One of the things Kenma and I have in common is we both have idiot best friends who think porn is volleyball matches played at a national level." Rolling his eyes, Iwaizumi had to admit that he was enjoying this. Seeing Oikawa so flustered. "I'll leave your mind pure and innocent. Any other questions before I head home for dinner?"
Oikawa opened and closed his mouth, no words coming out.
Then he was saved from answering by his mother appearing from around the side of the house, calling out that dinner was ready and oh, would Iwa chan like to stay? She'd made plenty.
"Thanks, Auntie, but Mom said she was making my favorite tonight. I'm already late. Another time though, okay? I miss your cooking-though don't tell my mom I said that."
"It will be our little secret." She agreed with a wink, looking very much like her son for a moment.
Winking back, Iwaizumi kept his face schooled as he wished her and Oikawa good night, giving them a wave before turning back around and heading off in the direction of home.
He waited until he was back on the main street to grin evilly and pat himself on the back.
Man, he wished someone had been around to record that so he could mock Oikawa with it later. Served the preening princess right for always mocking him for being date-less and being too much of a brute to find someone. Iwaizumi would bet serious money that Oikawa was going to spend the rest of the night obsessing over just what Iwaizumi was into, sex wise.
In some small corner of his brain a voice said that this might come back to bite him in the ass...but for the moment Iwaizumi was too busy mentally gloating to care.
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For perhaps the millionth time that evening Kuroo, lying on his bed and failing to study, found himself on his phone, staring at the image of Kenma on it and wondering just how he could have missed it. How he could see Kenma every day, for pretty much his entire life, and not know that his best friend could look like the Kenma in the picture.
And this was only one of the two infamous pictures, Kuroo mentally obsessed as he tried and failed not to mentally spaz over Kenma in sweet little pigtails.
On the way home from school all his nagging had garnered Kuroo the promise that Kenma would send him one of the two pictures he'd sent that fuckhead Iwaizumi if Kuroo promised to buy him a candy apple from the confectionary store by their school the following morning. Curiosity having reached max peak by that point, thus overtaking Kuroo's basic common sense, Kuroo had given his word and Kenma had sent him the picture.
The picture Yaku had said was the best of the two since Kenma wasn't wearing noticeable make-up in this one.
Didn't need any with his hair pulled back so that only his long bangs framed his face, the pigtails and small smile giving him a sweet, innocent air that was completely ruined by the look in Kenma's eyes. The gleam in those big golden eyes that a lot of people might miss or misinterpret, but Kuroo knew all too well. Kenma's eyes smirked challengingly, daringly. Provokingly.
And if that wasn't bad enough-which it was-there was the sweater Kenma was barely wearing. That so soft and inviting looking royal blue sweater that was only just clinging to Kenma's shoulders, threatening to slip down at any moment. That goddamn sweater that showed off Kenma's finely boned, delicate shoulders, his slim, pale neck. All that smooth, pretty skin, unmarked and unclaimed. Announcing to anyone who looked at the picture that no Alpha had left his claiming mark yet.
Inviting you to want to make that mark and answer the teasing challenge to try in Kenma's eyes.
Fuck!
Dropping the phone onto his covers Kuroo covered his face and arched his back, groaning up at the ceiling as he wondered what the hell was wrong with his stupid brain?!
Also, what had he done to deserve this? This could not be karma coming back to bite him in the ass for clueing Bokuto in to the fact that Akaashi was in love with him. Those two were so sickeningly in love right now-and all thanks to him! He should have earned a whole slew of good cosmic energy no matter what Akaashi had to say about him breaking his promise.
Stupid Akaashi. This was all his fault, really. Setting Kenma up with his stupid cousin.
A stupid cousin who all of Kuroo's sources said was already in love with someone else, he might add. Watanabe, Bokuto, Suga, and even Kageyama, whose number he'd had to get from Hinata. All of them had expressed shock at the idea of Kenma dating Iwaizumi because accord to them, the bastard from Aoba Johsai was totally in love with someone already. Aka the bastard's so called 'best friend' Tooru Oikawa.
Of course he'd already known who Oikawa was. Duh. The Omega was definitely going to go pro and make an international name for himself in the future. Everyone in the volleyball community agreed that the man was a brilliant setter, those serves of his lethal as hell from the videos he'd seen. Sponsors were going to line up to take advantage of all that talent packaged with killer looks and charm. The pretty boy already had a fan club with thousands of fans online. He'd checked out the website earlier.
He'd also seen that the majority of those fans were girls, and that according to those fans Oikawa only dated the opposite sex.
When he'd asked Akaashi about his cousin and Oikawa Akaashi had said the two were not now, nor had they ever dated. He'd also said that Kenma was well aware of how close the two were and that Kuroo should just butt out and leave the two to date in peace.
Then, before he'd hanging up on Kuroo, Akaashi had said that Kuroo should think long and hard about why this was upsetting him so much.
Kuroo did not want to think about that. Didn't like where his brain went when he started to think about that. Thinking things he'd never thought or expected to think about. Not about Kenma. Not about his best friend and their relationship. What the future held for them. How it would separate them unless he-
Desperate not to think about it now Kuroo felt around for his phone and then finding it downsized the picture and went to his contacts, freezing when he got there because fuck...who was he supposed to call?
He couldn't call Kenma, Bokuto had been no help the other times he'd called to complain about the situation, Yaku was on Kenma's side, as was Akaashi, and Tora and Kai would be no help in this situation either. Wait!
Scrolling down Kuroo found the number he needed and was just about to press the screen when he hesitated.
Dammit. What if Daichi told him the same thing as everyone else? What if he thought Kuroo was being stupidly possessive because he didn't want to share his best friend with anyone or worse...that Kuroo was jealous and being stupid because he wanted Kenma for himself.
That's what a lot of people seemed to think, based on the looks and comments he'd been getting from their friends.
Setting the phone aside again Kuroo didn't know what to do or think anymore.
And it was killing him.
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Thinking much the same thing Oikawa flopped down on his bed and stared up at his ceiling, limbs askew and naked body still damp from the long bath he'd taken to try and relax and figure his shit out. Epic failure. He was still as stressed, freaked out, and depressed as when he'd gone in the water. He'd barely eaten anything for dinner, but the hollow, aching feeling in his chest wasn't hunger. It was loss. Loss of all understanding of Iwa chan and their history together.
He'd known, he had, that one day he'd have to deal with Iwa chan dating someone. He wasn't stupid-it was the Omegas of the world who were stupid if they didn't eventually realize how amazing Oikawa's best friend was.
But on top of that to learn that Iwa chan had had a boyfriend already-and Oikawa was ninety percent sure he'd know this guy too, otherwise why not tell him-and then the rest. The fact that other men had been kissing and touching his Iwa chan and he hadn't noticed. Iwa chan had kept that from him.
"I'm into high maintenance pretty boys who want me to fuck all that brattiness out of them on a regular basis." Oikawa repeated softly to himself.
He was a boy and pretty. Iwa chan called him Pretty Boy. And he was definitely a brat and high maintenance according to Iwa chan.
Iwa chan had said he didn't care about height or muscles, and the other things he'd said specifically about Kenma that he found attractive could be applied to Oikawa as well. Okay, he thought Godzilla movies were dumb, but he was willing to watch them with Iwa chan anyway. And he didn't play a lot of video games, but he had excellent hand eye coordination so when he did, he was usually pretty damn good at them. He also might not be a genius, but he got really good grades, and he was still overall a lot hotter than the Nekoma setter even if his eyes weren't golden.
Was he Iwa chan's type? Still?
Had...had he misunderstood something? Said or done something else that had made Iwa chan change his mind about wanting him? He'd thought it was about the medication, the altering his body to be as Beta like as it could get. His lack of scent.
How they smelled hadn't been on Iwa chan's list of requirements-and also that was stupid because a regular Omega's scent changed all the time in little or even big ways. Iwa chan wasn't so picky that that could be a deal breaker all on its own, right?
Gah!
This would be so much easier if he had close friends who weren't also Iwa chan's friends! He needed someone to talk to who wasn't already biased one way or another!
A small voice in the back of Oikawa's mind 'helpfully' pointed out that maybe the problem was that Iwa chan didn't think they were compatible sexually, and not just because Oikawa's body wasn't as primed to be fucked by an Alpha as a regular Omega's would be.
Also, why the hell had he been so stupid as to check out that damn American book '50 Shades of Grey' when it came out a year or two ago to find out why all the girls were obsessing over it so much? For reasons he still didn't understand, just to be clear. He hadn't liked the writing style at all, plus the fact that he knew going in that it had originally been 'Twilight' fanfiction-don't even get him started on his sister's unhealthy obsession with that book series-so yeah, he hadn't read that much before giving up, but he'd looked stuff up on Wikipedia.
He'd never regretted that more.
Was...was Iwa chan into whips and chains and stuff? Did he want to tie guys up? Have them at his mercy on their knees, making them whimper and beg for more. Iwa chan telling them exactly how he wanted them to please him, the Omegas doing it without hesitation because they needed him to touch them and tell them that they were good. That they were what he wanted.
Shit.
Looking down the length of his body Oikawa glared and then groaned pitifully at the proof of his arousal at the idea of that. Of being at Iwa chan's mercy. On his knees, mouthing his way across the Alpha's tightly muscled abs, biting into the muscle and teasing him until Iwa chan's hands carded and then fisted in his hair, the other man's voice harsh and commanding as he told him not to tease any more. To open that pretty mouth of his so that Iwa chan could fuck it.
Fuck. It was going to be a long night.
One without sleep, too, that was for sure.
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Okay, so if all goes to plan the next two chapters will be Kuroo and Oikawa having some very sexy dreams about their besties. Let me know which one you want first!