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1

The full moon had already risen high above the trees by the time Tooru made it to the graveyard.

“There you are!” Makki abandoned the stick he’d been digging lines into the dirt with to point, overly dramatically, at Tooru.

Mattsun held out his phone, the bright screen showing the time: 23:32. “We said we were meeting at a quarter after. Dare I ask what was so important?”

Tooru held up his iced coffee. “Don’t worry though,” he said. His smile was bright. “It’s decaf.”

“You know that’s not what we’re worried about,” said Iwa-chan with an eyeroll that could be seen from space, even in the dim, moonlit night.

“Ah, come on though.” Tooru paused to take a noisy sip of his coffee. It was really good. “As much as I want it to happen, we’re not really going to summon some sort of underworld creature tonight. We’re just here to have a little fun, scare the crap out of each other, that sort of thing!”

A gust of wind blew through, and one of the gates down the side of the graveyard squeaked and scraped against the ground.

“See?” Tooru said, holding his iced coffee and, if he was being perfectly honest, Iwa-chan, a little closer. “This time next week we’ll all be laughing about the timing of that little breeze!”

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow at Tooru’s hand on his shoulder, and Tooru squeezed one last time before letting go. He kept his coffee close as they filed into the inner gates of the cemetery. 

“Baka-kawa is right,” Iwaizumi said. “We’re four college students with a dirty book that might be hundreds of years old but is likely twenty at most, and we’re tromping into the nearest cemetery to pretend like ghosts are real.”

“In other words, nothing is really going to happen,” Tooru said, already feeling a little sad. It was best to temper his expectations though.

“Oikawa, I didn’t expect you to be the one ruining this with your iced coffee and logic,” Makki said. 

“Hey, don’t bring my coffee into this,” Tooru protested. “For all we know, the underworld creatures might adore iced coffee! And then won’t you be singing a different tune!”

“Nevermind,” Makki said.

“Yeah,” Mattsun agreed. “I hope we do summon a demon and they drag Oikawa down with them.”

“Let them,” Tooru said. “I’d be their king in a month.” He tossed his head, happy to feel his hair fluttering nicely in the breeze. It was very kingly.

Makki eyed him suspiciously. “Wait, did you do your hair for tonight?”

Tooru put on his best affronted face. Maybe he wouldn’t temper his expectations. “Wow, you guys. Forgive me for wanting to look my best in front of the supernatural beings we might meet tonight.”

“There’s the Oikawa we all know and tolerate,” Makki said. He stopped by a large tree near the middle of the graveyard. “How’s this spot?”

Iwaizumi frowned at the book he held. “It says we need ‘an ancient gravesite.’ But it doesn’t specify how old ‘ancient’ is.”

“I think this is as good a place as any,” Mattsun said. “I think it’s within the spirit of the requirement.”

“Haha, spirit, that’s good,” Tooru said. He took another sip of coffee. The moon slid behind a cloud for a moment, darkening the sky. A moment later, it was back out and bright as ever. “And Iwa-chan is going to do the reading, because he has the most intense, deepest voice out of all of us! Sure to entice any nearby spirits into paying us a visit.”

Iwaizumi sighed, but the light of the moon highlighted his little, pleased smile.

Careful not to disturb any of the graves, the four of them formed a rough circle by a patch of dirt under the largest tree. Tooru thought about grabbing Makki’s and Mattsun’s hands, but didn’t want to put down his coffee, so he didn’t.

The wind gusted again, swirling a few leaves at their feet. Somewhere, a dog barked. Tooru sipped at his coffee.

“Talk about killing the mood,” Makki said.

“Ok, I’ve got this,” Mattsun said. “Tonight, we are gathered here--”

“--in holy matrimony?” Tooru shook his head. “You’re making it sound like we’re getting married.” Idly, he wondered what it would be like to marry an otherworldly being. Could be interesting.

Iwaizumi put a hand on Tooru’s shoulder. “My god, Oikawa. We’re kicking you out of the circle if you don’t shut up. Do you want this to happen or not?”

Tooru put up his hands, and the ice in his coffee clinked. He waited, but Iwaizumi didn’t grab his coffee and throw it away. “Ok, not a peep more! Let’s do this!” How did he explain that he was so excited and didn’t want to be disappointed at the same time? 

He glanced at his friends. Ok, one more peep, but it was important: “I believe in you.”

There was a pause and then the wind picked up, swirling the leaves even higher than before. Tooru couldn’t help the little shiver that went down his spine.

“Ok,” Mattsun said, his voice calm and steady, somehow more intense than before. “Let’s do this.”

Tooru did his best not to bounce on the balls of his feet, but it was hard not to let the excitement creep in.

Iwaizumi flipped the book open to the marked page and began to read. Tooru congratulated himself; Iwa-chan did sound very sexy reading in another language. He couldn’t help it. He bounced in place, just a little.

It could have been his imagination, but he thought the wind was picking up. As Iwaizumi read, the air around them seemed to be getting warmer.

Mattsun and Makki shared a glance, too. Iwaizumi kept reading. Tooru wanted to tell Iwaizumi to read faster, but breaking the mood now seemed like a bad idea. He closed his eyes instead, letting Iwaizumi’s words wash over him.

He wasn’t imagining it. The wind was picking up. The leaves at their feet swirled higher and higher, like they were forming a circle, a real, true, summoning circle.

Tooru opened his eyes.

The sky above them was somehow brighter, the clouds cracked with the light of the moon and the starlight streamed through the tree branches and sparkled on their shoulders. 

Holy shit.

They were doing this! Tooru barely managed to contain his whoop of excitement, but he couldn’t interrupt Iwa-chan now!  He didn’t remember exactly how the end of the page sounded, but he was pretty sure Iwaizumi was almost there.

The air around them seemed almost pressurized, like it was going to burst, just like Tooru’s excitement. Goosebumps prickled his arms and his breath caught in his chest.

Iwaizumi read the last line and fell silent, the incantation complete.

A moment later, the warmth around them broke. 

The wind died down. 

The pressure dissipated into nothing.

“No!” Tooru cried. “Come on! You guys, you felt that too, right?” Tooru looked up at the sky and down at the ground, hoping to see some sign, any sign, that they’d done something.

“It did seem like the wind picked up a little,” Makki said.

“And I thought for a moment it got warmer,” Mattsun added. “But maybe Iwaizumi is just really good at dramatic reading.”

“Thanks,” Iwaizumi said. “I did try my best, just for you, Crappy-kawa.”

“Yeah, I totally got swept up in it!” Makki admitted. A moment later, he yawned. “But, I mean, we knew nothing was going to happen, so…”

“Yeah,” Mattsun agreed.

“Yeah,” Iwaizumi agreed.

“Hey, come on! We didn’t know for sure nothing would happen! Didn’t the stars seem brighter? Didn’t you feel that weird pressure in the air? Didn’t a dog bark in the distance?”

“Oikawa,” Mattsun said, like he was comforting a small child. “Dogs bark all the time. That’s hardly a sign of anything.”

Tooru deflated. He knew it was stupid and childish, but he really had felt something!

“Well, let’s get out of here,” Mattsun said, gesturing towards the front of the graveyard. “You were right, though, Oikawa. This will be a fun story to tell.”

Makki nodded. “We can even add a little dramatic flair. Maybe we’ll say we looked down and...the ground had cracked open!  Or there were some markings in the dirt. Or a little bit of ominous fog?”

“Ugh.” Tooru sighed. He glanced at the ground, but even in the dark it was obvious it hadn’t changed at all. There were no markings in the dirt and not even one wisp of ominous fog. 

Mattsun began to lead the way out.

“Wait,” Tooru said, holding out his hand. “Iwa-chan, please give me the book.”

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

“I guess I’m just a little disappointed,” Tooru said. He stared at the spot under the tree where they’d just stood. “I’m going to stay a little while longer. Go on, go on, I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Iwaizumi glared before holding out the book. “Don’t do something stupid like stay out here all night.”

“Ahhh! I promise I won’t!” Tooru took the book. “Just a little bit of pouting, I’ll finish my coffee, and then I’ll head home.”

Makki patted his shoulder. “Oikawa, you are something else.”

The three of them began to leave. Iwaizumi looked back one time, and Tooru waved in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. It seemed to work, because Iwaizumi turned around and didn’t look back again.

Tooru was alone in the middle of the graveyard. He signed and sat down at the bottom of the tree. Above him, the stars twinkled and the moon rose to the top of the sky. But they were all their normal brightness, nothing like what they had been when Iwaizumi was chanting. Reading. Invoking. Whatever he had been doing that didn’t work.

The breeze died down too, and none of the leaves rustled. Even the dog had stopped barking. Tooru was suddenly aware that he was very, completely, alone.

Which… darn.

 "I don't know what I expected," he said to himself, swirling his coffee with the melting ice. "Everything seemed so promising and then… nothing."

He flipped open the book again, tracing a finger down the page Iwaizumi had read from. Iwa-chan had made it seem so easy, but there was no way Tooru was going to be able to even pronounce half the words without tripping over the unfamiliar syllables. 

Tooru pouted. 

He did not notice the dappled gray, nearly translucent fog that began to roll in from behind him. The stars began to shine brighter in degrees, lighting up the page so incrementally that it was impossible for the human eye to notice. 

Tooru sighed again, aware that he was being petulant and refusing to acknowledge it for at least five more minutes.

"Hey," someone said from over his shoulder. "Whatcha looking at?"

If Tooru jumped two feet in the air, that was between him and the tree behind him. And if he yelped a little bit--

“Hey,” the someone said. “That was a bit loud, don’t you think?”

Tooru rubbed his eyes, his iced coffee forgotten on the ground. A stupidly gorgeous creature stood in front of him, shorter than Tooru by a handful of inches with powerful thighs and arms. He looked like he could lift Tooru above his head and throw him clear across the graveyard. 

Tooru took in the creature’s wild orange hair, his long tail, his large, dark gray horns, and the scrap of fabric barely covering his crotch. And then he promptly turned and ran.

It wasn’t Oikawa Tooru’s finest moment, and to be honest, over the years, he’d imagined meeting a supernatural creature. He’d thought about aliens landing in the schoolyard or maybe meeting a mermaid at the seashore or seeing a fairy in a mushroom circle. He’d imagined having an interesting conversation, getting to know them.

He hadn’t imagined bolting from a graveyard from a summoned demon in the middle of the night.

His heart pounded and his breath was loud in his ears. He didn’t want to look back and risk losing his footing (yeah, he’d seen that mistake too many times in movies), so he kept running until he’d made it to the gate. Adrenaline helped launch him over the gate with a nimble jump and then he kept up a fast jog until he’d gone several blocks. Only then, under the streetlight outside the train station, did he stop to catch his breath.

Ok, he definitely wasn’t telling Iwa-chan and the others about what just happened. It was really late and he probably imagined it, right? He was going to go home and--

“Hey.”

Tooru flinched. He took a deep breath and, accepting his fate, looked up.

The first thing he noticed was the way the creature swayed his hips as he moved. Tooru could only think one thing--incubus.

The second thing he noticed was the way he had his lips wrapped around the straw of Tooru’s iced coffee.

The incubus took a long drag of the coffee and then held it out towards Tooru as he sauntered ever closer.

“I think you left this behind.”

Tooru swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. Heart pounding, he took his coffee. Up close, the incubus was even hotter than he’d realized, from his plush lips to his brown eyes that shone with red undertones in the light. His shoulders were broad and his waist tiny. His fingernails were sharp. 

"Go on," the incubus said, eyes on Tooru's mouth. "Aren't you thirsty?"

Tooru met his gaze, pressed his lips to the straw and sucked. The coffee hit his tongue, cold and sweet. And yet, his cheeks burned with a heat out of place in the night air. 

"So you're…" Tooru lowered his voice, remembering the word on the page Iwaizumi had read from. "Hinata?"

"Well, it was a spell to summon me, so yes?" Hinata didn't step back from Tooru's space. He put a hand on Tooru's chest, his long fingernails dark against Tooru's shirt. "Well? Aren't you going to tell me your name?"

Tooru swallowed. The sweet taste of coffee lingered on his tongue, tempered with a warm spice. Maybe he was making the worst mistake of his life, but--

"Oikawa Tooru."

The air around them rippled.

Hinata grinned, showing sharp canines. "Perfect, perfect." He hadn't taken his hand off of Tooru's chest, and now he slid it down to Tooru's stomach, fingers mapping every inch of clothed skin. 

The air around them was suddenly so very warm, and the soft gray fog swirled at their feet. 

Hinata's hand went lower, lower, lower, until he was running his fingers under the hem of Tooru’s shirt and Tooru was about to combust. He didn’t know where to put his hands. He didn’t know where to put himself. He was pinned in place by Hinata’s will, unable and unwanting to move away.

Hinata started to unbutton Tooru’s pants.

“People can see,” Tooru hissed, his cheeks burning even hotter. Sure, the trains weren’t running and the station wasn’t near the busiest part of town, but that didn’t mean that no one would be walking past.

“They really can’t,” Hinata said, unconcerned, gesturing to the fog that wrapped around them. He tugged on Tooru’s waistband, easing his pants down.

Tooru shouldn’t have been as hard as he was, but the next thing he knew, Hinata had pushed his underwear out of the way, eased his dick out into the night air and wrapped his hand around it. Tooru groaned with excitement and anticipation. 

“You like that, don’t you?” Hinata said, the tips of his nails sharp against Tooru’s cock. 

Tooru nodded, his cock twitching in Hinata’s hand. “This is unreal,” he whispered, reverent. Maybe by giving Hinata his name he’d given him his soul, but in this moment? He’d do anything just to get Hinata to keep touching him.

“It’s very real,” Hinata said. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

He dropped to his knees, looked up at Tooru with a wicked, wicked grin, and took Tooru into his mouth.

Tooru wasn’t ashamed to admit that his knees went weak when his cock was enveloped by Hinata’s warm, wet mouth. He gasped, trying to steady himself, but Hinata was relentless. Tooru made the mistake of looking down; Hinata’s cheeks were hollowed out, his lips stretched around the base of Tooru’s cock. His horns were right there, touching against Tooru’s stomach. Lightheaded from the sudden onslaught of sensation, Tooru grabbed them for balance.

He didn’t expect Hinata to moan around his cock, a full, throaty noise that vibrated not only on his cock, but deep into his body. Even Tooru’s hands seemed to tingle, and he literally couldn’t do anything except hold on. 

Hinata worked his tongue on Tooru’s cock even as his lips got spit-shiny and red as he sucked and teased Tooru from base to tip and back again. Tooru couldn’t stay quiet if his life depended on it. He keened, his hips stuttering as he tried to keep some semblance of control over the situation, but Hinata just wrapped his hands around Tooru’s waist and held him in place.

Tooru was going to ignite, he was going to burn up into ashes. There was no way he could survive the loud, wet noises coming from Hinata’s mouth. Tooru’s breathing was shallow, desperate gasps, the kind that came with a delicious lack of oxygen, the kind that had his whole body rolling towards Hinata’s mouth. 

Hinata didn’t let up his grip on Tooru’s waist; he pulled him even closer, taking him even deeper in his mouth. Tooru hadn’t let go of Hinata’s horns; he thought he might spin away into nonexistence if he did. There was no way the ground alone was sufficient to support him. 

Hinata looked up at him, his mouth stuffed full of cock and his eyes shining deep, dark, and red. Tooru’s breath stuck in his lungs. The next moment, Hinata was sliding off of his cock with a slick, wet sound. He grinned up at Tooru.

“You taste almost as sweet as that drink of yours,” Hinata said.

How to move air in and out of his lungs remained a mystery to Tooru, but it didn’t affect his cock. Red, wet with spit, and just inches away from Hinata’s glorious, talented mouth, his cock twitched and hung in the air between them. 

Hinata met Tooru’s eyes and traced his tongue across his lip. If Tooru’s body diverted any more of his blood supply to his dick, Tooru was going to fall over. 

“I think I prefer you,” Hinata added, closing the gap between his mouth and Tooru’s dick, and Tooru whimpered, unable to hold back the loud noises that Hinata drew out of him. 

“Hi...na...ta!” Each syllable was punctuated by a desperate gasp of air as Hinata took his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth, his already reddened lips as shiny as ever with the mix of his spit and the soft sheen of Tooru’s precum.

Tooru clung to Hinata’s horns, and the constant reminder that he had horns was enough to make him whine and moan all over again. Tooru was being blown by a supernatural creature.

Even with Hinata’s strong grip on his hips, Tooru couldn’t help but try to press into Hinata’s mouth, and Hinata took him those last centimeters deeper, his tongue and his teeth and the wetness of his mouth the only thing Tooru could feel. 

The insistent pull of Tooru’s orgasm surged in his groin and he whined loudly, practically keening with the effort of staying on his feet. 

Hinata’s fingers tightened on Tooru’s hips, his fingernails pressing hard enough to indent the skin. The sharp points of pain contrasted with the onslaught of pleasure, and Tooru cried as he came into Hinata’s mouth. Hinata swallowed again and again, wringing Tooru dry. Tooru's back arched, his mouth dropped open in a silent scream, and he would have collapsed against Hinata had he not had such a solid grip on him. 

Tooru panted. He was barely aware of his own body, let alone Hinata. Slowly, the pulses of his orgasm receded, and his feet seemed able to support his weight again. 

Hinata pulled off of Tooru’s spent cock, rising gracefully from his knees with a grin. His eyes shone, and there was a wet spot on the bit of cloth hanging between his legs.

“Well then,” Hinata said. He licked his already shiny lips like he was savoring the last remaining taste of Tooru. “That was just what I needed." He winked. "Just wait until next time.”

“Next time?” Tooru asked, still trying to catch his breath. “What do you mean, next time?”

“Oh, you’ll see,” Hinata replied, waving a goodbye like he hadn’t just devastated Tooru with a single blowjob. 

The gray fog brightened, turned opaque, and then, poof, disappeared. Tooru was left alone and red faced at the train station, completely unable to decipher what in the actual hells had just happened.

The only lingering reminder of Hinata’s presence was the pleasant, contented ache deep in his body and the burning blush on his cheeks.

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Tooru didn’t tell the others. For one thing, he didn’t know where to begin. What could he say that would even let them believe him? The red indents from Hinata’s fingernails faded by the morning and Hinata hadn’t left even a single bruise on his skin. For another thing, he didn’t even get to see Hinata’s cock. 

Tooru wasn’t pouting about it, not really.

If he was truly honest with himself, he was sorely disappointed that he didn’t have an image of Hinata’s cock for him to get off to. If he was even more honest, it didn’t really matter. The sight of Hinata on his knees, sucking him off on the sidewalk was burned into the back of his eyelids and good enough to get him halfway there. Remembering the way Hinata’s lips looked around the straw of his drink was enough to take him the rest of the way.

His phone on the bed buzzed, another message flashing across the screen from Iwaizumi: Are you coming out tonight?

Tooru had one hand on his cock and one hand lube-slick and ready to slide into his hole. He wondered if he could telepathically send a message back so they’d leave him alone. 

He’s probably doing his hair, came Makki’s reply.

He won’t be able to answer the phone with a handful of gel, Mattsun added.

Tooru tched. His hands were busy, but it was for a completely different reason. Oh well. It was probably best for them to not know he was about to come for the fourth time that evening thinking of Hinata. Tooru closed his eyes, focusing on the slide of his fingers down the shaft of his cock. It would never feel as good as Hinata’s mouth, but pleasure was pleasure. 

“Whatcha doing?” came a familiar voice.

A shiver shot down Tooru's spine and he barely held back a cry as he looked up to see Hinata materializing at the foot of his bed. Hinata sauntered forward, sharp teeth bared and his tail swishing behind him.

Tooru looked down at his hand wrapped around his dick and his fingers halfway inside himself. He was already sweating, his skin warm and flushed from the effort. There were more than a few used tissues on the bed.

"Thinking about something?" Hinata pressed, leaning into Tooru's space. "You look like you've been busy."

Tooru marveled at the way Hinata's presence filled the room. "Can’t stop thinking about you," he admitted. 

"Good. I hoped so," Hinata said. He ran his fingers down Tooru's cheek, tracing his jaw with sharp, clawed fingernails. 

Tooru knew he was so, so fucked, knew that if he had any semblance of reason, he should stop giving himself over to this incubus, but instead, he tilted his head, giving Hinata access to the soft skin of his throat.

Hinata dragged his fingers down to Tooru's pulse point, tapping in time to his wildly bounding heartbeat.

"Oh, you're making this so easy for me," Hinata said. "Are you sure you don't want to look a little scared?” He glanced at the pile of tissues on the bed, on the half-used bottle of lube. “You must have realized by now that I'm only going to take and take until you have nothing left to give…"

Tooru's cock twitched and if he hadn't already came three times today, he would have arched off the bed and came untouched. Instead, he merely whimpered when he realized how much he wanted Hinata to use him.

"Tooru," Hinata cooed, his voice like a solar eclipse. "Be good and stop touching yourself. I want to use your pretty, pretty cock all for myself."

Shivering, Tooru put his hands to his sides. “I’m all yours,” he said and swallowed, hoping he was good enough for Hinata.

"Perfect." Hinata leaned back, taking Tooru all in. Tooru could imagine what Hinata saw: he was flushed, his ears and cheeks warm, his skin sweat-sheened, his chest rising and falling with his sharp breaths. He was completely naked, his clothes long since abandoned as he had wrung himself out across his bed.

Hinata ran his hands down to Tooru's chest. He traced the curve of his pecs and drew light circles around his nipples. Tooru's nipples hardened. He'd never paid much attention to them before, but with Hinata right there, he suddenly thought he'd never been so turned on in his whole life by a few touches to his chest.

With a playful shove and those strong, strong arms, Hinata pushed Tooru to lie down and climbed up on the bed after him.

"Hope you picked out a strong bed frame," Hinata said. He turned his back to Tooru and straddled his lap. 

Tooru tried to process what was happening, but the next thing he knew, Hinata turned back to wink at him, keeping eye contact as he ran a hand down the curve of his own back until his fingers rested on his ass.

He followed Hinata's hand, shivering when he realized what Hinata was doing--Hinata had a plug in his ass, and now, he grabbed the base of it and tugged, pulling out a cute little green dildo and tossing it over by Tooru's pile of tissues. 

"Holy shit," Tooru said, and then Hinata slid onto his dick.

Hinata was warm, hot really, really hot. Despite the plug, he was still tight, his ass pulling Tooru in.

Greedy, Tooru thought, and he wasn't sure whether he meant himself or Hinata. 

"Mmm, you feel really good," Hinata said, leaning forward a little. His tail rested on Tooru's chest, a warm weight. Tooru tried not to die. "Now, let's see."

Hinata braced himself and rocked experimentally on Tooru's cock. He hummed in pleasure as he slid almost all the way off and slid back on.

Tooru had never had his dick in an incubus before. Perhaps that was why he was already dizzy and lightheaded, like he couldn't get enough air in his lungs. It didn't really matter. Hinata felt so damn good.

Hinata started rocking faster, pushing himself up on Tooru's dick and letting himself fall back on, taking Tooru in deeper and deeper.

"Ahhhhh, feels good," Tooru breathed out.

Hinata arched his back when he slammed back onto Tooru's cock and cried out as he pulled his pleasure from Tooru's body.

"You feel amazing," Hinata said. He wiggled his hips, settling on Tooru's lap. "Brace yourself, my sweet little sex toy. I’m going to ride you until you’re coming in my ass… and then I’m going to keep going.”

Tooru bit his lip to keep from moaning. Hinata's tight heat on his cock was glorious. Hinata shifted forward, tilting his hips to change the angle. Now when he rode Tooru's dick, he keened with each thrust. Hinata's thighs shook from the effort and Tooru put a hand on each. Hinata's skin was so soft and his thighs so muscular. 

Tooru was starting to think he had to be dreaming. There was no way this could possibly be happening. His phone kept vibrating on the bed, messages that Tooru had no intentions of seeing any time soon.

A familiar burning sensation of pleasure built in his groin. If he hadn't been lying down, he would have been shaking. God, he couldn't believe how close he was to coming again.

"Don't you dare come until I've gotten off, though," Hinata said, his voice catching between words. 

Tooru whimpered a yes. He couldn't stop moving his hands on Hinata's body, his thighs, his waist, his hips. He watched in sheer lust as his cock disappeared into Hinata's ass over and over again, barely visible behind Hinata's tail. He slid his hand to the base of Hinata’s tail, marveling at the way it curved out from his body in a long, languid line.

"Good boy," Hinata said. He started fucking himself on Tooru's dick with even more vigor. His thighs slapped against Tooru's hips, filling the bedroom with the lewd sound. 

The faster speed was going to be Tooru's undoing. He tilted his hips up, trying to somehow get even deeper into Hinata, trying to be fully enveloped in that warm heat, trying to chase that tight pleasure.

Hinata was happy to help. He moaned, unabashed at the loud sounds, as he slammed down on Tooru's cock, supporting himself with one hand and wrapping his other hand around his cock.

"Fuck," Tooru panted. He still hadn't seen Hinata's cock! "What the hell, I want to see you," he said, sweat dripping down his back--and he was the one lying down!

He didn't even need to see Hinata's face to know he was smirking.

"You were so busy chasing your own pleasure," Hinata admonished in a light tone, as if he wasn’t the reason why Tooru couldn’t think about anything else. "So now I'm going to get off on your dick and you'll just have to wait to see mine."

Tooru whined, the noise out of his mouth before he could even stop himself. "Just want to see you naked."

Hinata responded by rocking his hips and fucking himself on Tooru's cock with short, sweet little thrusts. Just enough to keep Tooru on the edge of overwhelmed and completely unable to capture his orgasm.

Hinata was touching himself again. He had to be; his arm was moving and his already tight heat kept squeezing Tooru harder.

"Tooru," Hinata said, his voice breaking on the last syllable. His voice was breathy, desperate. "Tell me what you're thinking about."

Tooru didn't know where to begin. When he closed his eyes, all he pictured was Hinata. "Fuck," he cried out when Hinata slammed down on his cock again. He started talking, not even sure what words would fall out of his mouth and not caring, because all he wanted, all he needed, was to help Hinata feel good.

"Thinking about you putting your cock down my throat, thinking about you fucking me, filling me up with your cum," he said, the images flashing in his mind. "You making me come again and again until I'm crying and shaking but you just smile at me and tell me I'm doing so good and that I can come one more time if I try hard enough--"

Tooru cut off in a silent scream when Hinata threw his head back and came. Warm cum dripped onto Tooru's thighs and Hinata clenched so tightly around his cock that Tooru saw stars. Forget seeing stars, he saw entire constellations. He whined and whimpered under Hinata.

"Hells, Tooru," Hinata panted out, bracing his hands on Tooru's legs. "That was even better than I'd hoped for."

Still painfully hard and buried in Hinata's ass, Tooru nodded. He needed Hinata to start moving again. He was so close, so close he could cry.

"Wow," Hinata said, tracing a line on Tooru’s wet thigh. "I haven't come that much in a long time."

Tooru thought he might lose his mind as Hinata’s fingernails scraped against his thigh. Hinata could have done anything to him in that moment and he would have thanked him. He wanted to come, and he needed Hinata to let him do it.

"Please," Tooru said. "I-"

"Ooh, you're close, aren't you?" Hinata asked. "I can feel you shaking inside me. Feels really good."

Tooru shifted his hips, trying to angle up and chase his pleasure, but Hinata sat heavily on his lap and didn't let him.

"Hinata," Tooru whined, his hands still on Hinata's thighs. "I can't come if you don't--"

"If I don't what?" Hinata asked, rocking his hips a little but not nearly enough to get Tooru off, no matter how desperately he wanted it. His tail swished back and forth, brushing against Tooru's nipples. "I just came, you know. Maybe I need a minute to recover."

"I don't believe you," Tooru said, arching his back for any tiny bit of relief. "I bet you're good to go again and you're just--"

Hinata’s response was a lightning quick snap of his hips, taking Tooru’s dick like they were the last two perfect parts of a puzzle. Tooru dug his fingers into Hinata’s thighs as Hinata started riding his cock like he was determined to squeeze out every ounce of pleasure possible.

Tooru bit his lip, trying not to cry out, but it was impossible. Within seconds he went from just a little bit more to fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to--

The sound of Hinata’s thighs slapping Tooru’s skin was what pushed him over, and Tooru arched off of the bed when he came. He felt a little bit of cum spill into Hinata's ass and his dick ached, truly ached, from the effort. 

As the intensity of his orgasm faded, it was replaced by a thorough, pleasant satisfaction, as if he had truly been wrung dry. It was the same satisfying ache as finishing a tough workout. Tooru hadn't come that much in an evening since that one time he'd challenged Iwaizumi to see who could jack off more in three hours.

Hinata slid off of his lap and grabbed the base of Tooru's softening dick.  "Surely we're not done now," he said, smiling up at him with a wicked grin.

Tooru's eyes widened. There was a difference between getting off on the promise of nonstop sex and there was the reality crashing through the pleasant haze of his orgasm. "I'm going to need at least a few minutes," he said, hedging his bets. "I'm only human, you know."

Hinata licked his lips and pressed a wet kiss to Tooru's neck. His smile curled against Tooru’s skin. "Trust me. I know."

Tooru shivered at the touch. "Let me see you?" he asked, reaching for Hinata.

"I guess you deserve to see what I'm going to be putting in your ass if you can't get it up for me to ride you again," Hinata said, his hand on his chin. 

With a gorgeous gracefulness, Hinata slid off the bed and stood in front of Tooru, completely naked.

His eyes were more red than brown now. His grin, devastating. His tail, twitching with anticipation.

And his cock? A deep, dark purple and so thick that Tooru didn't know if he'd be able to get his mouth open wide enough to fit it in. How he'd hidden it behind such a small piece of cloth was the real question.

How it was going to fit in Tooru's ass was a close second question. He almost instinctively crossed his legs when he realized that Hinata wasn't even fully hard again yet.

"Oh, darling," Hinata said, holding his dick in his hand as if he was testing its weight and stroking it a few times, his fingers wrapped lightly around it. "There's the little bit of fear I was hoping for! You've fed me so good for now though, so I'll do something for you. Do you need some water before we get started again?"

Water wasn't going to help solve this problem. A cold, hard panic flooded Tooru's chest. "Yeah, water," he muttered, putting his legs on the floor to stand up. 

Hinata moved into his space and slotted his thigh between Tooru's legs. His tail curled around Tooru's waist. His dick pressed against Tooru's thigh, insistent in its heaviness.

It didn't matter that Tooru was a head taller than him; Hinata was clearly in control.

"You needn't worry that much," Hinata said cheerfully. The hold of his tail got tighter. "If you're relaxed enough, it'll even feel good."

The room spun a little and Tooru closed his eyes. The images that had run through before played again, but now with the blur of Hinata's cock removed and replaced with the real thing. Heat pricked the back of his neck as he realized how scared...and how eager he was to take on the challenge.

"Good, good," Hinata murmured against his throat. His cock, ever more insistent, pressed into Tooru's thigh. "That's the way to do it."

Tooru was warm as hell, but he still shivered.

"Trust me," Hinata said. "You're never going to be the same when I'm done with you."

Wow, yeah, Tooru needed that water. His throat was dry.

"Oikawa!" A voice came from outside Tooru's apartment door and Tooru paused, trying to place it.

"Hmm, visitors?" Hinata said. He stepped back from Tooru, who, to his surprise, immediately missed the thick presence of Hinata's cock, not to mention the lack of searing body heat. "Well...I have a little bit of time left. Go see who’s there. I'll take my fun in a bit," he said, and before Tooru could say a word, he had disappeared into a soft cloud of fog.

Tooru was naked and surely looked debauched as hell. But when he looked at himself in the mirror, the red marks of Hinata's nails were already fading. His hair was a disaster, though, and also the whole he was naked part.

"Oikawa, come on. You haven't responded to our texts or calls all evening, just come let us know you're not dead."

Oh, it was Iwa-chan. 

Well, damn. I was just fucking a supernatural creature wasn't exactly a great excuse, even if it had the amazing benefit of being true. 

“Come on, now, Iwa-chan,” Tooru called out, grabbing clothes and tugging them on. Ugh. His hair was unforgivable. Where was a hat when he needed one? “I’m alright, just give me a moment!”

It wasn’t just Iwaizumi. Makki and Mattsun were there outside the door too, the three of them dressed up for a night out. Tooru had pulled on a black t-shirt and warm up shorts. He ran his hand through his hair like that would do anything for the style.

“Uh.” Mattsun tilted his head, clearly trying to pinpoint why Tooru looked like such a mess.

“I knew it!” Iwaizumi said, and Tooru took a step back, shocked that Iwaizumi had already put things together. “You stayed out at the graveyard all night pouting, didn’t you?”

“Wait, what?” Tooru spluttered, taken aback. 

“You look like a disaster,” Makki said. “Have you slept at all?”

“Were you really that upset about not being able to summon an imaginary creature?” Mattsun asked, without any derision. His eyebrows were knitted together in concern.

“A disaster?” Tooru repeated, teasing his hand through his hair again. Where had all those tangles come from? “Makki, how rude!”

“It’s the truth,” Iwaizumi said, glaring. “I told you not to stay out all night and what did you do? I should have known better than to leave you by yourself.”

“Iwa-chan, you’re not my mother,” Tooru started to say, but one look from Iwaizumi had Tooru pressing his lips together. “I just need some rest, is all.”

“You do look kind of pale,” Mattsun added. “Are you feeling ok?”

“Just tired,” Tooru said, which was both the truth and so far from the truth that he almost laughed. 

“Well, clearly you’re not going out with us tonight,” Iwaizumi said. “But we’ve got a few minutes. I’ll make you something for dinner. If you’ve got any groceries in here.”

“Just some odds and ends,” Tooru said, slightly in shock as Makki and Mattsun came in after Iwaizumi and gently bullied him into sitting down on the couch with him. 

“It probably got pretty cold out,” Makki said. “And I don’t think you brought a coat last night, did you?”

“He’s probably getting sick,” Mattsun said. “Look at his face. He’s pale, but his cheeks are flushed.”

“I’m right here,” Tooru said, but after sitting down for a few minutes and relaxing in the presence of his friends, he found the exhaustion of the last day washing over him. “I’m just going to rest my eyes for a minute.”

Some time later, he awoke to Iwaizumi roughly pushing his shoulder. There was a cup of steaming warm tea and a bowl of soup in front of him.

“Come on, Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said gruffly. “Eat some food. Rest up. Don’t make us worry so much about you.”

“What would we do if our favorite captain can’t lead our group projects because you’ve had to drop out of class because you got sick?” Makki asked.

“I really didn’t think that the whole ‘summoning’ thing would get you so out of sorts,” Mattsun said. “That’s on me for using my internship to get us into the graveyard just for some clearly not so harmless fun.”

Tooru pasted on a smile. He could at least comfort his friends who took the time to come out and see him, even if on the inside he was still not sure what to tell them. 

Ah well, it wasn’t like they’d believe him anyhow. “It’s ok. I really appreciate you all coming to check on me, but as you can see, I’m going to be alright! I’ll enjoy this delicacy of a dinner prepared by the indomitable Iwa-chan, and I’ll go to bed shortly after.”

Iwaizumi narrowed his eyes. “I’m going to check on you tomorrow morning. I have half a mind to stay here and make sure you go to sleep.”

“Iwa-chan, I solemnly promise that I will be in my bed within the hour,” Tooru said, holding out his pinkie finger. 

“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Iwaizumi said, but he linked fingers with Tooru and raised his eyebrow. “That’s a promise now, Baka-kawa. Don’t be lying to me again.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” Tooru sipped at the tea, which did wonders for helping him feel a little more put together. “Thank you guys, really.” When he closed his eyes again to savor the warm beverage, he was bombarded with images of Hinata. Hinata was coming back to claim what was his. Despite the hot tea, it sent a chill down his spine. 

“You guys are the best,” Tooru added. Just in case he couldn't survive another round with the incubus. “I appreciate our time together.” 

“Now I’m convinced we should stay,” Makki said. He put his hand on Tooru’s forehead. “No fever, though.”

“Can’t a guy tell his best friends he cares about them without it being weird?” Tooru asked. “Now go on. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

The fog was starting to swirl in across the carpet, barely noticeable, but Tooru recognized its graceful movement. 

He wondered, for just a moment, if he’d have a chance to see his friends again in the morning, or if Hinata was going to truly use him until there was nothing left. 

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3

An hour later, Tooru was lying down in his bed. 

He wasn’t sleeping though; he was on his back, legs spread out, and he was covered in cum. Hinata had rocked against Tooru’s thigh until he came all over it again, and when that had gotten Tooru rock hard, Hinata had ridden Tooru to within another inch of his life, jerking off into his fist and coming across Tooru’s stomach. 

“Push your tits together,” Hinata said, panting. Sweat dripped down his chest, and thanks to flexible hips, his thick thighs were straddled easily across Tooru’s chest. Hinata's cock dragged along the little divot of Tooru’s breastbone.

Some of Tooru’s cum leaked down Hinata’s thighs and dripped, wet, on Tooru’s chest. 

“I don’t really have tits,” Tooru sassed, until Hinata reached behind him and started toying with his balls, as if threatening to try to tear another orgasm out of his body. “I really can’t, not yet.”

"Then push your tits together,” Hinata said. His pretty, pretty eyes were deep red, nearly glowing. Tooru could barely look away. “Look, do it like this.” Hinata demonstrated, pressing his chest from the sides, showing off a little dip of cleavage. 

Tooru tried not to lose his mind. He mimicked Hinata’s motions and Hinata groaned above him. Hinata's thick cock, slick with lube, slid between the press of Tooru’s chest on either side. 

“Good enough,” Hinata groaned. “Being so close to you feels so good, Tooru.”

Tooru was about to say something when Hinata thrust up against his chest more enthusiastically than before, and the tip of his cock brushed against Tooru's chin. It was like a light switch flipping on in his brain, and despite the mild ache of his damned human limits, Tooru was energized. 

He put his hands on Hinata's hips, stopping him. "Let me suck you off."

Hinata shivered on top of him. "You're still so eager? Incredible."

Eager, maybe. Stupid, very possible. When Hinata had pulled another orgasm out of Tooru ten minutes ago, it was just a single little drop of cum, but the tremors in his hips had lasted and lasted until he was exhausted. But then Hinata had moved on to sliding his cock on Tooru's chest...and now Tooru felt a tinge of movement in his dick, like maybe he could get it up again.

Especially if he was sucking on Hinata's cock.

Hinata slid back, and then, with a sweet little smile, put his hands on Tooru's hips and dismounted him with a showy backflip. He landed on his feet behind the bed. 

"How do you still have so much energy?" Tooru's words came out without thinking.

Hinata's sweet little smile turned deeply satisfied. "I mean, you’re literally giving me your energy and the best part is, you're just doing it over and over without a fight." A little tremor seemed to run through Hinata and his tail swished behind him like a very pleased cat. 

Tooru shivered as he sat up, but he couldn't say if it was from fear or excitement. Probably both. It wasn’t like Tooru wasn’t familiar with the inside of a gym. He figured he'd be able to go toe to toe against him for maybe a minute or two, but Hinata was strong, and it was ridiculously hot the way his biceps strained when he was riding Tooru, the way his thighs flexed, the way his chest was so full and solid. 

So why fight? Especially when giving in meant near boneless enjoyment, a pleasant ache deep in his body, and sweat and cum stained onto his skin.

"Your sheets are a disaster," Hinata noted. "So are you. After this, I'm getting you in the shower."

He climbed back up on the bed, settled against the rumpled pillows, and easily pulled Tooru nearer to his lap. The sharp press of his fingernails on Tooru's back lingered even when he let go.

Tooru licked his lips and laid on his stomach, trying to keep his breathing even with Hinata's cock right there. 

Never sucked a demon's cock before. The thought ran like a lightning strike down Tooru’s spine. He knew there wasn't a chance in hell he'd get that all the way in his mouth, but he didn't care. He'd do what he could and use his hand for the rest. 

Tooru thought about the copious amounts of cum that streaked his thighs, his stomach, his bed. There was probably no way he'd be able to swallow Hinata's load without choking either. 

That, however, was a problem for future Tooru. Present Tooru dropped his jaw, relaxed his cheeks, and took as much of Hinata as he could into his mouth.

"Mmm, good," Hinata purred, his voice low in his chest. His tail curved around, resting on Tooru's lower back. 

Tooru's stubborn, stubborn dick started to perk up, stiffening against the bed.

"Oooo, you're getting hard again," Hinata said, delighted. 

Stuffed with a mouthful of supernatural cock, Tooru could only hum and whine a reply. Hinata's cock filled his mouth, forcing his tongue down and the roof of his mouth up. The heavy heat of Hinata's dick helped him relax his jaw and let Hinata push in a little deeper.

Hinata rested his fingernails against Tooru’s back. The featherlight touches had Tooru squirming, his slowly hardening cock rubbing against the sheets. 

Between the sheer amount of dick in his mouth and the heady smell of sweat and cum, Tooru figured it was no surprise he was so horny he could barely see straight. He groaned and sucked and stretched his mouth over Hinata's dick until something warm and bitter dripped onto the back of his tongue. He pulled back and lapped at the leaking precum from Hinata’s cock.

Hinata curved around him with a pleased sigh that transformed into a deep groan when Tooru took him back in his mouth. 

"So good," Hinata said, digging fingernails into Tooru's back.

Tooru whined, arching his back in a wordless plea for Hinata to hold him tighter. He wrapped his hand around the base of Hinata's cock and slid his fist around him. It was uncoordinated, sloppy, and wet. His lips were covered in spit and precum and it ran down his chin.

"Wish you could see yourself right now," Hinata said. "Hold still for a moment and let me use you."

Tooru bobbed his head twice more, not wanting to give up control right away, but in the end, he wanted Hinata to fuck his mouth as much as Hinata did. His eyelids fluttered as he looked up at Hinata, marveling at the way his entire body was flushed pink. The sweat on his chest only highlighted how broad it was.

"Just for a few moments," Hinata said, weaving his fingers through Tooru's hair and rolling his hips towards him.

His cock bumped the back of Tooru's mouth and tears pricked Tooru’s eyes at the intrusion. Hinata pushed in and back for a few more thrusts, hips stuttering on the third one. Tooru, his hand still on the base of Hinata's cock, felt it pulse a little and knew Hinata was getting near.

"Fuck," Hinata gasped, pulling out and wrapping his hand around Tooru's. He slid their hands together on his spit slicked cock. "Gonna come on your pretty face."

Tooru closed his eyes. Warm, thick cum splashed on his cheek and dripped onto his lips. Another splash of cum landed on his chest, sliding down the hollow of his breastbone.

Tooru felt like he was covered in Hinata's cum. He'd never felt so marked in his life. Imagining how depraved he must look right now made him shudder. How Hinata had reduced him to nothing but a desperate cockwhore was beside the point. His dick, almost fully hard, pressed into the mattress. He didn't even know if he could come again, but damn. He was willing to try. 

"Let's get you cleaned off," Hinata said, his voice thoughtful.

In one easy move, Hinata hooked his hands under Tooru's arms and lifted him up. Tooru was used to Iwaizumi pushing him around here and there. He was not used to being lifted like he was weightless. The surreal sensation continued when Hinata slung him, effortlessly, over his shoulder and headed toward the bathroom.

"Huh," Tooru said, looking at Hinata's feet. "You're fading?"

"All good things come to an end," Hinata sighed. "But I should have enough time to clean you up!"

"Wait. What?" Tooru tried to comprehend what Hinata was saying, but it was hard to process through a cloud of lust and physical exhaustion.

"You didn’t know? It was a summoning spell for one day. 24 hours." Hinata set Tooru down on the tile floor of the bathroom and grinned. "I managed to sneak in a whole extra hour thanks to your exceptionally delicious energy."

"You're welcome," Tooru said, almost automatically. Huh. There was definitely a pang of disappointment, even as his rational mind reminded him that there was no way he could keep fucking like this without consequences.

"It's been very beneficial for me," Hinata said, turning on the water in the shower. 

Tooru examined his reflection in the mirror. His hair was going in three different directions, and a few strands were plastered against his face from sweat or maybe that was Hinata's cum. His lips were red and still slicked with cum, too. 

Hinata appeared in the mirror behind him, his head at Tooru's shoulder.

"I'm admiring how beautiful you look covered in my cum, too," Hinata said. 

Tooru watched in the mirror, transfixed, as Hinata dragged a fingertip through the mess on Tooru's chest. 

"God," Tooru said. "Iwa-chan would never believe me that any of this happened."

"Hmm," Hinata said, running his fingers along Tooru's collarbone. "Do you need me to leave some marks?" He paused. "Or is this 'Iwa-chan' the jealous type? In which case," Hinata smiled wide. "I could leave a few more."

Tooru's heart nearly stopped in his chest at the sweet promise in Hinata's voice.

"Your back is a bit of a mess, to be honest," Hinata said, guiding Tooru to turn until he could see the damage. "I got a little bit away from myself with those. My bad."

Raised red scratches criss-crossed his back. Tooru didn't think he'd ever forget how they'd look.

The next few minutes passed in a daze as warm steam filled the room. Hinata helped Tooru into the shower and, humming with purpose, washed him up, starting with his face and working his way down, incredibly gentle despite everything they'd done. Hinata even got down and soaped Tooru's feet.

"You're getting nice and relaxed now," Hinata said when he stood back up and guided Tooru back under the water. "Just a few more minutes."

Tooru, warm and pliant in Hinata's care, nodded. He didn't know how to feel. His cock kept trying to harden under Hinata's touch even as his eyes kept trying to close from exhaustion. The warm water soothed the scratches on his back, lulled him into an even deeper relaxation.

Hinata's fingers were slipping lower and lower until he was pressing them against Tooru's entrance.

"I'm gonna get good at the spell," Tooru said, his voice very, very sleepy. Hinata helped him turn and brace his arms against the cool tile wall. Water washed down his chest. "Gonna summon you back."

"I wouldn't complain," Hinata said. Somehow, his fingers were already deep in Tooru's ass, stretching and stretching, insistent without being painful.

Tooru swayed against them, his dick starting to perk up. He had no clue how long they stayed like that, time passing like a dream until Hinata put a hand on the small of Tooru's back. A moment later, Hinata's cock was pressed up between Tooru's ass, and Tooru, previous terror forgotten, welcomed the intrusion with a boneless, thrilled shudder.

"See, you’re so relaxed," Hinata said, sounding very, very proud.

The water ran down Tooru’s head, down his back, down to his hips, where Hinata pushed inside him, filling him until he was sure they were stuck together, that they’d never be able to separate.

Hinata rolled his hips like he had in Tooru's mouth, and Tooru closed his eyes against the wave of incomprehensible pleasure as Hinata fucked deep inside him, his cock pressed very firmly against his prostate. 

Tooru wasn't sure if he was asleep, dreaming, or crying, possibly all three, but whatever Hinata was doing left Tooru shuddering under the shower spray. His cock filled out one last time, and Hinata wrapped his hand around it, expertly coaxing him to another apex of pleasure. 

When Tooru came dry in Hinata's hand, he did cry. Salty tears washed down his cheeks and he whimpered and arched his back again and again.

"Tooru," Hinata said, reaching around and wiping his cheeks. "You're shaking."

Maybe he was. He couldn't tell.

"Feels so good," Hinata said, rocking deep inside him and wrapping his arms around Tooru's body, holding him closer until his back was pressed against Hinata’s chest. The water poured down his chest, tracing the line of his body and dripping off his spent cock.

Tooru didn't mean to sob, but it was like something cracked in his chest and poured out as Hinata fucked him through the overwhelming aftershocks of his orgasm with such unrelenting strokes. Tooru had given everything he possibly could to Hinata, and he felt oddly complete for it.

"You. Are. Mine," Hinata growled into Tooru's ear. 

Despite the warm water, Tooru shivered. His whole body shook. Hinata held him with a strong forearm wrapped across his chest, and his tight grip was both comforting and a threat--he wasn’t going to let go until he was done.

Hinata fucked hard into Tooru and a strange noise filled the bathroom, audible even over the running water. It took Tooru a minute to realize it was his voice, that he was keening loudly somewhere in between joy and fear. Somewhere between overwhelming and shattering. He sounded, for that minute, inhuman.

With his fingers digging into Tooru’s thighs, Hinata came deep inside him, and Tooru choked out another thick, desperate cry as Hinata’s cum filled him. The water poured over them, and in the end, both his voice and his body gave out. He fell back, limp in Hinata’s arms, unable to stand on his feet a moment longer. 

If Tooru had been able to keep his eyes open, he could have watched Hinata fading. He would have seen the translucent sheen of Hinata’s skin as he lifted Tooru’s spent body out of the shower and dried him off and carried him to his bed made up with new sheets. He would have heard Hinata murmur soft words that might have been thank you or you were amazing as he tucked him in.

If Tooru hadn’t passed out the moment his head hit the pillow, he would have said goodbye.

*

“Oi. Shitty-kawa, are you dead?”

Tooru opened his eyes, blinking until Iwaizumi came into focus above him. 

“Iwa-chan?” Wow, his voice was still torn to shreds. 

Tooru sat up, the blankets pooling at his lap. He looked around, suddenly frantic. But he knew. 

Hinata wasn’t anywhere near.

“You are acting seriously weird,” Iwaizumi said, stepping back and giving Tooru some space. “Sorry for using the extra key, but you didn’t answer your phone or the door.”

“Yeah,” Tooru said, not sure which part he was agreeing with. Probably all of it. He shifted his weight and, even sitting, his ass was so sore that he almost squeaked. 

Iwaizumi’s gaze was heavy and thorough. Tooru was already naked under his blanket, but somehow, he felt even more exposed.

“Well, you look like shit,” Iwaizumi said, digging through Tooru’s closet and tossing him some clothes. “I’m going to make you some tea. I’d say don’t get up, but I don’t think you actually can.”

Tooru fumbled with the clothes, getting the shirt over his head and calling it good for the moment. He found his phone right next to his pillow and marveled at the fact that ten messages and seven calls from Iwa-chan hadn’t been enough to wake him up. And damn, how was it already past noon?

And…

He kind of wanted to see Hinata again.

Tooru tried to put on the shorts and winced in pain.

Ok, maybe he wanted to see Hinata in a week or so. Well, that would give him time to learn the spell and go do it himself. Except…

He hadn’t brought the book home with him, had he? Tooru racked his tired mind, but he knew he’d left everything behind when he’d ran from Hinata. And Hinata had shown up with only his coffee.

“I left the book in the graveyard,” Tooru said when Iwaizumi came back in with two cups of tea. He passed one to Tooru and sat on the foot of the bed to sip at his own.

“Figures,” Iwaizumi said. “I’ll ask Matsukawa to look for it, but honestly, I can’t say I’ll be too upset if someone else swiped it for their own amusement.”

Tooru sighed. “You’re always so blunt, Iwa-chan.”

“And you’re always making me worry about you, so it evens out. Drink your damn tea. Your voice sounds like you’ve been to hell and back.”

“I feel like it,” Tooru said. 

They lapsed into companionable silence. Tooru drank his tea, sorting through the details of the previous day as best he could. Everything replayed in his mind like a wisp of a memory, like it could have been real or maybe not. The deep ache of his body was anything but indistinct though. He sighed again.

“Listen, you’re the one who stayed out all night and caught a cold,” Iwaizumi said. “I get that you’re pouting over it, but you look half dead and…” He trailed off.

Normally, Tooru would gleefully tease him, but he only had enough energy to nod and flash a smile that was probably only about a quarter convincing “Sorry, Iwa-chan. Don’t you worry, I’ll get better soon thanks to you.”

Iwaizumi grumbled. 

Well, Tooru figured, making a show of taking a sip of tea. At least I can cross ‘meet a supernatural being’ off my bucket list. He shifted again, which was enough to bring tears to his eyes. Ok. All things considered, everything probably worked out for the best.

*

Some Months Later

“See you tomorrow, Iwa-chan! Behave for Makki, Mattsun!” Tooru called, waving to his friends. “Great study group. Can’t wait to do it again.”

The walk home from the library wasn’t long, but the evening was chilly. His breath came out in soft little puffs of visible air and he wrapped his scarf tighter. All in all, life was pretty good right now. Finals were coming up next week and he was sure to do well, thanks to copious amounts of studying with his friends.

After that, one more semester, graduation, and then out into the world. Tooru sighed, and his breath hung in the air, swirling around before dissipating into nothingness.

It reminded him of the way Hinata had shown up in his room that one night. Tooru had to laugh; even now, just the memory was enough to heat him up, negating the need for a scarf around his neck. Ah well. His thoughts of Hinata came less frequently these days as the reality of his friends and classes kept him grounded. 

As Tooru crossed the street, he had a thought that maybe tonight he'd go ahead and let himself get off to the memory of Hinata one last time.

Well, one last time was a lie, of course, but he didn't mind telling it. The cold wind blew hard across the ground for a moment, chilling his hands.

Tooru got out his key from his pocket and turned the lock, appreciating the warmth of his little apartment.

"Huh," he said to himself, looking at the table. Despite the warmth of the apartment, his breath seemed to hang in the air like fog. "I didn't leave that there."

There, in the middle of the table, was a cup of iced coffee.