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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Haiba_Lev/Hinata_Shouyou
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Haiba_Lev, Sugawara_Koushi
  Additional Tags:
      Rape/Non-con_Elements, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Despair, Suffering,
      Shower_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-26 Words: 2764
****** and later, a promise ******
by circus_lights_(dividedheart)
Summary
     Lev is bored and Hinata is cute.
Notes
     One-shot written in about an hour or two, no beta's, nothing, just
     edited for typos. I just wanted some more nasty Hinata. I'm going to
     go pass out and forget I ever wrote this. I hope you do too.
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See the end of the work for more notes
The Nekoma dorm is empty of the team, all but two off to shower or off to eat.
Where Lev sits with Hinata on his futon, they're hidden from the sight of any
prying eyes, anyone passing by. They're just playing games on Hinata's phone.
It's not like it's a big deal whether they're seen or not. It's just that
they're waiting for Kenma to get back from the cafeteria.
"Ah," Hinata groans, failing again to beat the boss in his game. Lev has his
own game up on his own phone, something tedious and simple. He's not paying
much attention to it. "I just can't beat this! Kenma needs to hurry up."
"What level is that?" Lev asks, raising his eyebrows. He makes a face like he
cares, or is interested, but he isn't.
"Three," Hinata answers, not noticing. "It's so hard! It's not even like I'm
that far into the game or anything, but I just can't beat it. Lev, have you
tried this one?"
"No," he says, genuine. Hinata holds out his phone for him and they swap
devices. "I haven't even bought the game yet."
"What, really? I think everyone has it... most of the kids in my class are all
at level twenty, by now!" he kicks his feet and pouts, messing up the sheets on
the futon. Lev stares.
"This kinda game is too complicated! Don't feel bad about not beating it. I
don't get how Kenma plays them for so long."
"D'you think we should go hunt him down? He might have just gotten distracted
on his way."
"I don't think so," Lev says idly, playing through the level only to score
Hinata his lowest yet. "Oops. I couldn't kill it either."
"Let's see?" Hinata takes up his phone again, groaning at it. "Seriously? You
suck!"
"What did you expect? I've never played it before," he bites, indignant.
"Beginner's luck?" Hinata suggests, flopping over limply. He sets his phone
face down and splays his limbs about, shirt riding up. He doesn't seem to get a
sense for just where Lev's eyes are lingering. "Ugh! Where's Kenma," he whines.
Lev is thinking of things that could be a lot more interesting, but before
those thoughts can go anywhere, the door slides open.
Kenma and Kuroo trail in, hair wet. Hinata sits himself up for them, like it's
not a position he wants to be seen in. Lev readjusts himself.
"Oh, have you two not showered yet?" Kuroo asks, idly. "Go hurry up with that.
First years were supposed to go twenty minutes ago. If you're lucky, then the
water'll still be hot~" he teases, playful.
"Oh, crap!" Hinata really sits up at that, and then stands, snatching up his
phone and his towel, the one he'd tossed onto the floor earlier in favor of
sitting with Lev and messing about. Lev follows suit, and the two hurry out the
door.
"Be quick." Kenma mutters, voice following them out. Lev is silent. Hinata
cheers his agreement.
Predictably, the shower room is empty. They're the last of the first years here
at the camp to bathe, and it's a bit embarrassing, really, to have been so
caught up that they forgot. That's probably what Hinata is thinking, at least,
judging by the petulant pout on his face as he sets to undressing. Lev doesn't
mind, because he'd intended on getting them alone when he'd brought up games,
earlier. Hinata had been easily distracted, and he is now, too; he doesn't
notice the lingering gaze on his naked back, too busy fiddling with his shampoo
and soap.
The water is still hot. They're lucky, like Kuroo had said. Hinata gives a
long, loud, blissful sigh, enjoying the heat. Lev does, too. The heat creeps up
his spine like a flame, licking its way into his chest. Hinata is talking,
mindlessly. They still haven't been interrupted, and he doesn't think they will
be.
Lev reaches out, brushing his fingertips against the back of Hinata’s slender
neck. He gives a violent shiver, at that, and Lev delights in it.
"Ah— want me to wash your hair?" Lev suggests, tone light. It makes the
strangeness of the sudden touch less strange, and Hinata agrees easily and
happily, like he wants nothing more than for Lev to do just that. He turns his
back on Lev again, and the taller boy smiles.
Hinata's hair is wet, but it's still soft. It feels light in Lev's hands, and
he lathers up until there's nothing but suds, gets Hinata to close his eyes to
keep from getting soap in them. His long fingers make quick work of the messy
mop of hair on Hinata's head, but he doesn't stop even after it's well enough.
Lev isn't content with that alone, so he softens his touch, working circles
into his temples. Hinata fidgets and sighs, pleased.
"Mm," he breathes eventually, closing his legs. "I think that's good. Um— want
me to do your hair?" he asks, eyes still squeezed tightly closed.
"You'd have to stand," Lev laughs, leaning in to talk against the shell of his
ear. Hinata gives that same shiver again, one that raises gooseflesh on his
arms and makes his nipples perk up. "So this is okay for now. Isn't it?"
Lev kisses Hinata's neck.
The smaller boy flails and Lev grabs him around the middle to stop him from
sliding off his stool. He hasn't opened his eyes, all too aware of the soap
running down his face.
"Wh—what?" Hinata stammers, confused. "What was that, just now?"
"My lips," Lev says, words a muttered breath that send Hinata into a further
tizzy.
"What? Why? Can you—" he's reaching around blindly for the showerhead. "Can you
help me rinse my hair?" he squeaks, nervous and intimidated. Lev laughs again.
"No can do," he says, pressing his lips to Hinata's neck, drinking in the
little whine that admits from him, at that. Even as Lev peppers him with
kisses, Hinata continues to grope around for the tap, wet fingers sliding
against the wetter wall.
"Not funny," he's muttering, shock turning into an ill temper. "Lev, not funny!
Help me here, and stop that!"
"Okay, okay," Lev retreats, reaching past Hinata to grab the showerhead, not
enjoying the taste of shampoo, nor desiring the raise of Hinata's voice.
Gently, and slowly, he rinses the froth from Hinata's hair, continuing until
there's no longer even any suds. Judging by the tense line to his shoulders,
he's still not yet relaxed. Hinata rubs at his eyes and makes to stand, but Lev
keeps a firm hold on his hip.
"Lev, let go. I don't think it's funny."
"I'm not trying to be funny."
"Then— why? This is weird. I don't like it. Let go."
"You like it just fine, though?" Lev slides his hands up, groping Hinata's
chest and pulling him flush against him. It's already hot in here, but the feel
of Hinata's burning skin pressed against his chest ignites an even headier
desire in him. He ignores the stammering coming from the boy in his arms and
thumbs over his nipples, a simple motion that sends him spiraling.
"Ah! Nn—" Hinata bites his lower lip, restraining any undignified noises that
threaten to topple out of him. "N—no, Lev, stop, this is bad! It's not j-just
this, someone could walk in—"
"Who's going to walk in?" he asks, in turn. Hinata says nothing. Lev leans in
to lap at his neck and pinches his nipples between index and thumb, giving a
little tug.
"Oh!" It comes out of him like a breath, a gust of pleasure. It's adorable, so
he does it again and again, coaxing sweeter noises out of him with a few
simple, pointed ministrations. Hinata is red not just from the steam and the
heat of the hot water, but because of the gathering warmth between his legs.
Lev notes the tented towel with a titter.
"You've got a nice voice, so let it out a bit more," he says simply, one hand
continuing to play with his chest, the other sliding down his belly to untie
his towel. Like that, Hinata kicks into action, trying to squirm away with a
loud, angry word.
"Stop! Y-you're taking this too far! I don't want that, so— ah! No!" he
positively writhes away from his touch, but Lev is stronger and bigger than
him, so keeping him in place when he's already in a vulnerable position is
easy. "No, stop it!"
How lovely. Lev swallows up Hinata's protests as if he were starved, ignoring
the attempts to escape and the angry, indignant words. He's so cute. Lev easily
wraps his fingers around the half-hard cock between Hinata's legs and tugs, the
water aiding in lubrication. There's precum leaking from his tip, so he swipes
that up, too, using it.
It's not terribly long before Hinata is melting against him, tears a messy,
useless thing, best saved for later. The muttered stop it's and whiny no's have
all but died out in favor of smothering the pleasure burning his lungs, a thing
he just barely manages. It's not as good when Hinata is quiet, so Lev leans in
to lay his lips all over his neck, putting a bit more force behind the kisses
this time. Like that, Hinata hardens in his palm, his shaking becoming more and
more apparent the closer he gets.
Right as his toes are curling, Lev pulls off. Hinata positively grovels,
kicking out his little legs and whining. Lev stands up without a word, dragging
Hinata up from his stool. He pauses just long enough to snatch the conditioner
from Hinata's bucket of soaps, and then forces him against the wall, getting
his hands up to support him.
"Huh—?" he's just confused, now, confused by his aching and neglected cock,
hanging hard between his legs. He doesn't know what Lev is doing when he
squirts the slick substance between his fingers, though he turns to watch, eyes
hazy and glazed over.
It's just as Lev is spreading his legs and sliding a finger in between his
cheeks that he realizes. Lev lays himself against his back, keeping him still.
"Just relax," he intones, taking up his cock again as he forces his fingers
inside. As much as Hinata hates it, they work their way in. The tight heat
grows slick in due time, but the process is far too long for Lev's taste.
Impatience has finally taken a hold on him; he lubes himself and gets to
position, jostling Hinata, forcing him further against the wall.
The small boy is crying again, overwhelmed and shaken. Lev doesn't feel any
sympathy, too aroused and too hungry to call this off because a few tears. Just
as he'd come to imagine over the past few days, Hinata is perfectly adorable.
His bangs are wet, plastered against his forehead, making him look a mess.
There's drool dribbling down his chin and his eyes are red and frantic, face
flushed with panicked humiliation. There's a second in which he turns his head
back and their eyes meet, in which a plea wordlessly crosses from the two;
Hinata begs him, please stop.
Lev instead pushes forward, finding it unbearably hot.
His dick is too big for Hinata, he can tell— he just barely gets the tip in
before Hinata is wailing his discontent, the ring of muscle squeezing and
spasming. It must hurt. Lev slaps a hand over his mouth and pulls him away from
the wall. Loud is good. Angry is uncouth and uncivilized and due to get them
caught, so he shuts him up with a hard thrust and a palm over his small mouth.
His other hand goes to jerk his cock as he forces himself inside, deeper and
deeper; Hinata is sucking him in harshly, each slap of skin against skin making
him bounce, making his inside squeeze. It's like he's milking his dick with his
ass.
"So cute," Lev laughs, pounding into him with a growing force. Hinata is
wailing so sweetly against his palm, drool escaping from his mouth and getting
all over Lev's fingers. This is so good and Lev is so close to coming, but he
doesn't want it to end here. It's a fantasy he'd toyed with for days, for
weeks, for months, ever since meeting Hinata. He's so small and fits so
perfectly against him and he— doesn't want it to end, not yet.
A pause has Hinata startled, startled enough to drop his guard. He opens his
mouth to properly speak now that he's been given a chance, and Lev shoves two
fingers inside and against his tongue without much in the way of warning.
Hinata clamps down around them and bites; it's painful, but it's brief. He's
having enough trouble holding himself up, weight resting on tip-toes, calves
straining with the effort. It's disheartening enough that the teeth come and
then go, Hinata not continuing in chomping down. Lev drags the pads of his
fingers over Hinata's teeth and shudders with the little pinpricks of
sensation.
It's all so desperate and cute. Lev gives a reverent sigh and takes pity on
him, pulling out from his mouth to instead wrap around his chest. Like this,
all of Hinata's weight should rest on Lev's strength. His legs tremble and
threaten to go out on him, but Hinata is tough and so stubborn. He doesn't give
in.
"There's no point in that."
It's chiding and innocent, spoken lightly and without any malice. The
accompanying thrust, however, is not: it gets Hinata's legs out from under him,
allows Lev to take the reigns completely. He pulls out and turns Hinata around,
getting his back up against the wall. Spreading Hinata's legs and giving him no
time to resist, he pushes back inside and then fucks him like that, keeping him
spread painfully wide, a humiliating display. It's delicious— like this, he can
watch where they meet, can stare down in fascination as he bounces him on his
hard cock.
Hinata's mumbling has taken on a different turn, whining pitching in a new way.
Pleasure gets him drunk, makes him ah and oh like some kind of dumb whore, cock
throbbing against his belly. Lev watches him reach for himself and shoots off
inside of him at the sight, Hinata breaking openly— he comes in a thick
splatter, without even being touched.
Lev slides out, but continues to hold Hinata open. He whimpers and hides his
face in his shoulder, unable to run away. Come drips from his spread hole and
then Lev is bored again, using fingers to get the rest out. Oversensitive and
weakened, Hinata can't do much more than squirm and cry.
And then it's over.
Lev washes him and takes care of him like it matters, ignoring the hand
slapping, the glaring, the muttered I hate you's. They're both clean again in
no time, Lev with a spring in his step, and Hinata swaying.
Lev leaves first. Hinata looks around the bathroom and cleans where he'd been
forced against the wall, like there's some kind of stain there that might tell
everyone what happened. It's a while before he moves again, and this time it's
only because he's roused by the sound of a knock.
"... Hinata, are you in there?"
It's Sugawara. Hinata is dressed and clean but just sitting on a stool,
unwanting in leaving. Like if he does, it'll solidify what just happened. He
isn't sure what just happened, isn't sure it wasn't just a nightmare.
"I'm coming in."
The sliding door opens and Sugawara steps inside, seeming as though an angel.
He's got a worried, twisted look on his face, like he isn't sure what to say or
do. He comes to rest a hand on Hinata's shoulder. It soothes him.
"Are you feeling okay...? It's bed time. I thought you were with Kenma, so I
didn't check for you anywhere until now. Don't tell me you've been here this
whole time...?"
"Sorry," Hinata says, turning to his senpai with a smile, shining, pure. "I was
feeling nauseous, and I just couldn't stop thinking. So I thought I could get
away with staying here... don't tell the coach, will you?"
Sugawara sighs, relief obvious. "Okay. Next time, just come get some medicine!
I can’t think the steam could have helped you feel any better."
"Okay!" he nods, standing.
If Sugawara notices the way he wobbles when he walks, well— he doesn't say a
word, and keeps his promise.
End Notes
     mood music: reol's yoiyoi kokon!
     それそれそれそれ！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！！
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