WARNING: explicit sexual content, mentions of self-injury in different forms, all the language

"Look at me, look at me! I'm hot as fuck!"

"Tetsurō, you can't show up to graduation wearing heels,"

"Watch me, bitch!" Akaashi groaned, his fingers pulling at his face in frustration.

"You're like a succubus, seducing me with your devilish ways~," Bokuto cooed into Kuroo's ear, coming up behind him. He wrapped his arms around the cat's waist and pulled him into his chest. Kuroo purred deeply, throwing his head back onto Bokuto's shoulder and bringing his hands up to wrap around his neck. It was a slightly awkward positon, considering Kuroo was now the tallest of the group.

"My dark magic will be ensnaring your heart~," Kuroo spoke huskily as Bokuto's lips began to trail his neck. He groaned at the feeling. Akaashi rolled his eyes at the two.

"Your graduation is literally starting in twenty minutes. You need to go line up," Akaashi urged.

"If you don't take these shoes from me now, I will toss them in the pond," Kei threatened, holding up Kuroo's school shoes. The cat chocked.

"Ah! My dad polished those this morning. If I show up on stage with these red heels, he'll probably send me away like I'm Dororthy. Hear my red heels: click-click, motherfucker," Kei groaned, covering his face with his palm. "Hand 'em over," Kuroo replaced the heels with his school shoes, Bokuto instead deciding to done the heels for himself.

"Just look at me!" he strutted around like a model, his hands loosely holding his flamboyant hips. "Nails, hair, hips, heels!" he snapped his fingers, struck out his hip and licked his tongue. All the while, Kei could only stare on with wide eyes.

"You should do drag," he commented.

"OOH I'll add that to my bucket list," he laughed, trotting over to Kei in the heels to wrap him into a hug. Kei huffed in amusement, drawing Bokuto closer to his body. Akaashi sighed.

"This is not what I thought would happen when you asked to bring a pair of my mother's heels..."

"Honestly, what were you expecting?" Kei wondered.

"...that they would be projectiles, probably," Bokuto cackled at that. "The Fukurōdani graduation didn't have this much chaotic energy," Akaashi shook his head slowly.

"That's because it was on a Monday! Why?" Bokuto groaned. "Who puts a graduation on a Monday?" his shook his head disapprovingly.

"It's break so they assume any day of the week would be fine. Still, I'm liking this Thursday thing much more than the Monday thing," Kuroo responded, eyes cast down to his phone as he typed. "Kenma will be here soon, by the way,"

"Sweet. Then we'll go in and the next time we'll speak, you'll be free of your shackles!" Bokuto broke away from Kei to bounce over to Kuroo, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.

"I just hope the principal's speech is quick. He's usually the type to go on and on and on," he said with a huff.

"Yo, Rooster Head!" Kuroo looked over at the new voice, Yaku heading over with a sneer. "We're going to be late, let's go!"

"I'm waiting for Kenma,"

"Kenma isn't graduating. I'm sure you two can talk afterwards," Yaku stood with folded arms, looking on with an expected look. Kuroo sighed.

"Fine. I'll text Kenma to meet you guys here, that fine?" he directed to the three. Akaashi nodded in confirmation. "Awesome," Kuroo quickly texted to Kenma. "Guess I'll see you on the other side, huh?" he gave a huff.

"We have cookies. It's going to be awesome," Bokuto had stars in his eyes. Kuroo chuckled and reached to bring Bokuto's face to his, the two sharing a quick kiss. Behind them, Yaku groaned.

"Speed, Kuroo, Speed,"

"You shouldn't rush the things you enjoy in life," Kuroo gave Yaku a sly look, leaving Bokuto with a lingering touch as he moved to Akaashi. Akaashi wrapped his arms around Kuroo's neck and brought him down, their lips smashing together.

"I swear with this guy," Yaku could only shake his head to himself, staring up at the sky for answers. "It's like he doesn't know the language," Kuroo rolled his eyes at the libero and moved to Kei who gave him a short but sweet kiss, not a fan of huge PDA. "Can we please go?!"

"Yes, yes, I'm coming you demon!" Kuroo begrudgingly followed him on to their class' assigned meeting spot. It wasn't long before Kenma arrived, Bokuto all over him. The loudness of Bokuto's actions had Kenma flinch away, instinctively shying behind Kei who was the most silent – Akaashi dealing with Bokuto. They took seats up in the great hall, the entire place brimming with family members and friends. Kuroo's father was on his way from work but it would be unlikely that he would be there for the principal's speech. He'd be there for the good stuff.

Getting Bokuto to sit still during all the boring moments was quite the challenge – the man had barely been silent during his own graduation. Kenma was playing on his hand-console silently and next to him, Kei was the only one who kind-of listened to the principal. He had to admit that Nekoma's principal had a lot more pizazz than Fukurōdani's.

"Hey, sorry I'm late," Kuroo's dad snuck in sometime later, Kenma having saved him a seat. The graduation events kicked off and soon, they started to call the students one-by-one to collect their scrolls. The first they recognised was Kai Nobuyuki, who had been the volleyball team's vice-captain and a wing-spiker. Then came Kuroo Tetsurō – and Akaashi had to keep Bokuto bounded in his seat. He nearly jumped up to celebrate. Kuroo's dad took multiple pictures of him in that moment and even Kenma put down his console to focus. Yaku Morisuke was the last of the third-year players who were now retiring.

After a long-winded event and saying goodbye to multiple people afterwards, including taking a last picture with Yaku and Kai, Kuroo left. Stepping foot outside Nekoma, knowing that he would never return as a student, never be able to play volleyball with them again, was quite saddening.

"You're not going to start crying on me, are you?" Kenma frowned at Kuroo. He sneered at that.

"Who, me? Nah. It's not like I won't be seeing this place again. I'm going to come pop-in, especially on all your practice matches," Kenma groaned at the thought.

"Please don't,"

They all headed to the Kuroo household after that for the mandatory celebratory lunch-dinner. Kuroo's dad insisted on doing all the cooking but occasionally Akaashi or Kei would pop in to assist. They played console games to pass the time, chatting all the same about any and all bullshit they thought of.

"How can you play the genocide route, Kenma?? This game is practically made to be played as a pacifist! It's too sad if you don't," Bokuto pouted, watching how Kenma brutally murdered innocent villagers in the game – characters the storyline forced you to grow attached to. It was just too harsh.

"...you know, I always wondered how a human being could kill another but then Kuroo deleted my save file and I was like 'ah, I get it now'," Kenma muttered back, subconsciously grabbing a chip to place between his lips. Bokuto sulked.

"But didn't you enjoy getting to replay the game?" Kuroo turned to Kenma with hopeful eyes. Kenma just shot him a look of disbelief.

"No. That took weeks of my life. Weeks,"

"Well, what else would've you done?"

"Another game," Kuroo huffed at that.

"You really do play a lot, Kozume. Do you intend to turn it into a career?" Kei questioned in curiosity.

"That's the plan," Bokuto's jaw hung and he regarded Kenma with wide eyes.

"You're going to make games?!" Kenma scoffed at the ridiculous assumption.

"No. I just want to play games for the rest of my life, is all. It's not all I want to do, but it'll definitely be centred around it," he took another chip. "I have business plans too,"

"Business plans?"

"Yeah, Kenma's been working on some rough ideas ever since Nationals. It's pretty cool," Kuroo couldn't help but boast about his friend's work.

"I'm hoping to launch a kick-starter plan by the end of the year. It would, ideally, be able to coincide with some of the other ideas I have..." he trailed off, getting temporarily focused on what was happening on the screen.

"He's started up his own youtube channel. He's done a few game play though videos already," Kuroo spoke with excitement.

"And analysis," Kenma added.

"Game analysis. He's basically ripping the game apart and doing theories and whatnot. I think it's pretty cool,"

"I just hope my channel grows," he said with a sneer, viciously killing off villagers onscreen.

"I'm sure it will," but Kenma wouldn't be convinced until he found something he liked and other people also enjoyed.

"What's your channel called?" Bokuto questioned, excitedly.

"Kodzuken..." Kenma begrudgingly mumbled. Bokuto took out his phone and immediately headed to subscribe.

"Oh, you've already got four thousands followers! That's so cool!" Bokuto complimented.

"I guess," Kenma just shrugged his shoulders. "It's probably because I've been playing VR. It gets a lot of views,"

"Kenma playing VR is very funny to see though. You need to go watch the videos later," Kenma frowned at Kuroo's teasing.

"Definitely!"

They all had a wondrous meal after that, most of the talk turning to Bokuto and Kuroo's future plans. Kuroo's father was also interested in Kenma's business plans and gave some ideas of his own. All Akaashi knew for certain was that he wanted to go into literature and Kei knew he wanted to do history. The feast was beyond scrumptious – guess they know where Kuroo got his cooking skills from – and Kenma stole some leftovers to take back to his parents later. The socialising continued even afterward dinner into the late hours of the evening and at 11PM Kenma revealed there was no way he was going to sleep on Kuroo's couch. He hopped back over to the house next door where his warm bed laid in wake for him.

The four were hyped on sugar and a good mood, staying up even later than that. They couldn't deny they were tired tough and laid on the huge Christmas-bed they made in the living room, being made of blankets and matrasses they stacked together. They were asking stereotypical truth-or-truth questions until they passed out, things like 'who was your first crush?' and stupid questions they already knew the answer to about each other.

"What was the last thing you searched on your phone?" Akaashi directed at Kuroo whose head was lying comfortably on Akaashi's stomach.

"Uhh where I can get a tongue piercing done,"

"Woah, seriously?"

"Yeah, I think I'm actually going to do it," Bokuto hummed at Kuroo's words.

"Kissing is going to be so weird then," he commented.

"Yeah, and we won't be able to really kiss until it fully heals,"

"...what,"

"I hope you all will survive without my kisses for a while!" Kuroo stretched his limbs out all over Akaashi and Kei who were next to him.

"You know what else would be interesting though?" Bokuto peaked up.

"Yeah?"

"Blowjobs,"

"Dude,"

"Bo you need to get a piercing too. I'm interested now. I want to experience this too," Kuroo wondered.

"Can't you just suck your own dick?" Kei retorted.

"How flexible do you think I am?!" Kei just shrugged. Akaashi sighed.

"It's 2AM. Can we not talk about this right now?" he groaned.

"Sorry, 'Kashi," there was silence for a moment. "Ah. Tetsurō, it's your turn now,"

"Yeah. Uh, Kei?"

"If you're going to ask me something, make it a good question," Kei snuggled further into Bokuto's arms.

"Sure. How about..." he thought for a moment but came up blank. He reached his arm back to grab his phone of the couch and looked up a list of questions.

"You seriously can't think of one?"

"I'm tired okay," Kuroo pouted. "Ugh, I don't know anymore. What's a secret you've never told anyone before?" he threw his phone back onto the couch.

"That's lame,"

"I know, shut up," Kei chuckled at Kuroo's fatigued voice.

"Uh, I'm not sure. It's very difficult to think if there's something I've never told someone since if you internalise things and don't speak them into reality, they fade easily," Kei reasoned.

"Can't you think of something you've done but never told anyone? Or what about, something Yamaguchi or your family knows about you that we don't?" Akaashi grumbled, his voice muffled by Kuroo's back.

Kei didn't immediately answer, but something immediately sprung to mind. It was something he definitely felt ashamed of and hated when Yamaguchi or his family would bring it up again. It was the type of thing where it would be in people's minds for the rest of his life and always jump back to it if circumstances are even remotely similar. He thought back to the last time anything related to it had been mentioned, and perhaps that was when he told Akiteru he had a crush for the first time after he came back from the first Tokyo camp.

'So,' Kei looked up at the change of topic. 'Mom's been telling me that you've been acting different since your camp. Always on your phone, sometimes really quiet,'

'Do you two always gossip behind my back?'

'Want to tell me what's it all about it? Is it... should I be worried?' he took a seat next to Kei, turning the tone of the conversation to a serious one.

'It's really nothing to worry over,' Kei insisted, but Akiteru wasn't having it.

''Cmon, I don't want to have to ask Yamaguchi,' Kei released a breath through his nostrils.

'It's not what you think,'

'What do you think I think it is?'

'You know what I mean,'

"I'm too tired to do this right now but there's a story I want to tell you tomorrow," Kei settled for an answer before he could even stop himself. He wanted them to hold him accountable, otherwise he would never bring himself to tell them. He kept procrastinating and it was important. He had to talk about it.

"Oooh is it a nice story?" Bokuto wondered.

"Not at all," Kei admitted.

"...yeah, let's talk tomorrow then," Kei was relieved that Bokuto's curiosity didn't get the best of him and force Kei to talk. Instead, the four of them finally went to rest and would sleep in quite late the next morning. Their bed-hair was a sight to behold when they each awoke separately, their limbs intertwined and skin hot from the others' touch. Kuroo's father had amusedly snapped a picture of them when he headed out for work that morning, sending it to his son's phone for him to find later.

Akaashi was the first one awake and since he was at the end of the matrass, he could simply roll off it onto the floor and get up. He regarded his cute boyfriends with a loving smile before he headed to make himself some coffee, not willing to try and fall sleep again. He spent about an hour up in Kuroo's room on his computer while he waited for the others to awake, watching some of Kenma's videos and typing up some poetry to keep himself busy. There was no way he was going to wake up the others, especially not Kei. When he started to hear the rustling from downstairs, he began to save his document and email it to his phone. In that that time, Kei entered the room.

"So this is where you escaped too. Did Tetsurō kick you in his sleep too?"

"Nah. I just couldn't sleep in really," Akaashi shrugged, logging himself out of his accounts on the computer. Kei came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, his chin resting snuggly on Akaashi's shoulder.

"What were you doing?"

"Bit of literature,"

"Will you post it?"

"Maybe," Kei hummed at that and leaned his head over to place a kiss on Akaashi's cheek.

"I would love to read it," Akaashi turned his head back with a smile and nodded. He reached up to take Kei's cheek into his hand and lead him down, the two sharing a cute good-morning kiss. "Hmm you're making me crave coffee," Akaashi chuckled at that.

"Are the others awake?"

"Yeah. Kōtarō doesn't want to get up, though,"

"Of course he doesn't. Give it a couple of minutes. He'll start missing us more than he wants to sleep,"

"That's true," sure enough, by the time they headed down, the other two were already busy in the kitchen doing shit. Bokuto was throwing the oven's door open and close, his head bopping to the beat. For whatever reason, he was also wearing the high heels again. Next to him, Kuroo was pressing the various buttons on the microwave to make music with it.

Kei sighed at the sight and removed his glasses.

"I'm not going to wear my glasses anymore. I've seen enough,"

"What are you doing?" Akaashi questioned.

"Trying to see if we can make a kitchen cover of the coffin dance song," Akaashi just rose an eyebrow.

"The what song?"

"You'll have to see the entire thing to appreciate its majesty," Kuroo said with a sly smile. "Also, good morning Keiji!" Akaashi rolled his eyes.

"Morning Tetsurō, Kōtarō," he nodded. "Did you sleep well?"

"Not as well since you left," Bokuto said with a pout, holding his hands in a heart shape and breaking it apart.

"...we were literally the furthest from each other, Kōtarō,"

"And I still could feel something was off when you left," he held a hand over his heart.

"Stop your bullshit. You would deadass sleep through a tornado," Kuroo called out his drama.

"That'll be pretty cool though. It's like a rollercoaster but without the track,"

"...I don't think you would want to be caught in a tornado," Kei just sighed.

"Is there a way to make me deaf as well?" he mumbled to himself.

"How much leftovers is there?" Akaashi questioned, heading to open the fridge door.

"Should be enough for breakfast. Or, well, at this point it's probably brunch. If there isn't enough then we can just add some oats or whatever," Kuroo answered.

"Squid and oats. What a combo," Kei commented.

"Can I throw custard on all that?"

"Bo, what the fuck man,"

Breakfast was all over the place, each of them having an assortment of leftovers and whatever that could be added that might taste okay. Kei and Akaashi had a relatively normal meal, the other two already devouring into the pudding. They took to cleaning the entire kitchen of the previous day's cooking endeavours and then had a lazy couple of hours. Bokuto and Kei decided to take on a video game where they were plunged into a pre-historic world and were forced to survive between all the dinosaurs and become the alpha dog. While they were busy in the living room, playing comfortably from the Christmas bed, Kuroo and Akaashi were watching a comedy on the computer from the cat's bed.

As the time passed while they were playing, Kei noticed Bokuto would send him sideways glances. He knew the owl was curious about what he had told them before they went to sleep – about the story he wanted to tell. Kei also knew the only reason he had told them was because he was a coward and could never bring himself to tell them beforehand. Still, with every passing minute, he could feel his heart start to beat faster and his mind began to fog. His chest pained and he wanted nothing to get up and run away. He didn't want to do this, he didn't feel ready. Yet, he set this up for himself. It was his own fault.

Still, he knew they wouldn't force him or hammer on it if he told them no – which was one of the reasons why he loved them so much – but they deserved better from him. They had put their hearts on their sleeves and here he was, still keeping something so big yet so minuscule from them. It was tearing him apart.

"You know, I don't think I've ever told you or Keiji the story about what happened to me and Kuroo at the end of first year," Bokuto's words sliced through the air like a fiery katana, the singe of the burning air stayed behind as Kei dropped the controller in surprise. He hadn't realised the silence between them had been so empty, and now he felt like he had been in an out-of-body experience and he had been viciously thrust back into his mortal form.

He could feel his eyes start to unwillingly tear up, the emotions he thrust upon himself gripping him like a chained collar. He placed his face in his palms, hiding his ever-growing emotional state. Still, the small sniff his throat forced out had Bokuto abandoning his own controller and moving to take Kei into his large arms. The instant sense of security that washed over Kei had him clinging onto Bokuto for dear life, trying to calm his mind that had him so hurt.

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know why-," he chocked out, Bokuto cutting him off by pushing him into his chest and cooing gently.

"Shhh it's okay, Kei. You're safe here. I shouldn't have said anything," Kei shook his head in his chest, gripping tighter until Bokuto could feel his well-kept nails digging into his bicep. Still, Bokuto didn't mind the desperate clawing and held Kei ever closer.

"I don't even know why I'm this emotional," Kei admitted. "It's not a big thing...it's something I cast off from my life yet still, I can't...I don't want you guys to be disappointed in me,"

"How?" Bokuto backed away to look Kei in his eyes, the owl's thumb rubbing over his wet cheek. "How could you think we could be disappointed in you?"

"Because I was an idiot," Kei said jokily, laughing at his own suffering. "And I regret it. No matter how much I grow past it, it's still going to be forever there – staring me straight in the face and reminding me all over again,"

"We never ward off our demons, Kei; only how to manage them," at Bokuto's words, Kei sucked in a small breath and regarded the serious expression on the owl's face. "It's not about forgetting; it's all about growing,"

"And I think...I haven't been ignoring it. Or, rather, recently I wasn't able to ignore it. It's..." Kei was at a loss of words, sighing.

"Complicated?" Bokuto offered.

"Very," Kei wiped away his stray tears from his cheek. "I think...I think I want to tell you guys. I just need a moment," Kei cast his eyes upward, trying to get himself to stop shedding more tears.

"In the meantime though, I think I want to tell you and Keiji about what had happened that vacation," Bokuto spoke, certainty lacing into his words.

"You don't need to do this just because of me, Kō," that was the first time Kei gave him a nickname, but neither of them acknowledged it.

"I'm not. It's always been something that's been at the back of my mind, I just never had the courage to bring up such an ugly topic when we're together since we're all... happy. But I need to get it off my chest too, so will you forgive me for stealing some of your thunder?" at Bokuto's choice of words, Kei huffed amusedly.

"Okay. If you're sure," Bokuto nodded and untangled himself from Kei's arms and stood up, heading to gather the other two. He found them lazily draped over each other while watching the movie. When he entered the room, Kuroo headed to pause.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"We all need to talk. Bring the tissues," and Kuroo had no idea what to make of that immediately but the two complied and prepared themselves for the worst. When they headed downstairs and witnessed Kei rubbing at his slightly puffy eyes, they knew it was time for something deep. All four of them sat on their Christmas bed, Kei and Bokuto leaning their backs against the couch. Kuroo and Akaashi were gaining ever-worrying glances, looking to Bokuto for answers when Kei wouldn't meet their eyes.

"Tetsurō, I want to tell them about what happened at the end of first year," at that, Kuroo sucked in a deep breath.

"You sure? All of it?" he asked for confirmation, the cat's voice nearly above a whisper.

"Maybe just an overview. I don't want to go into the details really," Bokuto shook his head slightly. "It's not a nice memory,"

"You want me to tell it then?" Kuroo asked.

"Nah, I'm good," Bokuto confirmed, sending a reassuring smile to the cat. "Keiji, Kei; you both know I get major depressive episodes – a lot more in middle school than now. Actually, I can say with confidence that I feel equipped to know which things I cannot ignore and need to deal with early, before they develop into something bad. I go to therapy when I need to and I don't need to take medication really anymore. The last major episode I had was at the end of my first year, and that was perhaps the worst one," Kuroo gulped, already being thrown back to that horrendous time. "You guys know my problems lie with my self-image. Right now, I feel that my body can look whatever, as long as it's giving me the rewards of all the hard work I put into it. My muscles can be as skew as they want to be, as long as they can still carry me just fine. I know it's not the perfect mind-set, but it's definitely better than what it was.

In my first year, Fukurōdani went to Nationals and we lost fairly early in the tournament. Since I came from a middle school team that highly relied upon my power to win – and we did win back then – I felt like the loss was all my fault and that I hadn't been working hard enough. Being in a mindset where I was looking for any and all faults of myself, I blamed my body. Nationals were at the beginning of January. By the beginning of March, nearly two months later, I lost almost twenty kilograms," Akaashi could feel his breath hitch, his eyebrows knitted together at the implications. Kei could barely see something like that happening to someone like Bokuto.

But that was how it went, didn't it? Bokuto hid his problems with his volume, and he was, unfortunately, very good at it.

"When the vac came around, Tetsurō did all he could to force his way into my destructive bubble. He stayed at my house for the entire vac and basically forced me to acknowledge how I was hurting myself and those around me. I still don't know how you did. I was like a pathetic maggot at the time. I could barely get out of bed," he looked to Kuroo with admiration in his eyes. Kuroo shrugged his shoulders.

"You were my friend and you were hurting. How could I possibly give up on someone who I love?" Kuroo gave him a small smile.

"He accompanied me to my appointments my mother scheduled since she wasn't having any of it. My BMI was still in the green zone, but it was something that needed to be caught early by its throat and suffocate. There was a dietitian who sat me down and told me the numbers, and how I could continue to work on my body to build muscle and what I wanted for volleyball while still eating right. I think, seeing everything laid out in such an ordered fashion really helped me come to terms with the importance of every little thing you do in a day. Usually, when dealing with people with eating disorders, it's not a good idea to get them hooked on numbers but in my case, it was the thing that really helped. If I wanted to practice a certain number of hours a day then I need to eat a certain amount of healthy foods in order to see healthy results. I also think my mother was rounding all the numbers up, in hindsight, but I'm not angry in the slightest.

Kuroo and my mother would go out of their ways sometimes to make extraordinary meals to get me hooked and it definitely did help that the food tasted extraordinary. So, I gained back weight in both muscle and fat. By the time second year started and I met Keiji, I gained back about half of what I had lost and it was only this year that I ended up the same as what I once was – but now, I'm pretty certain it's all muscle. I guess it was a very dangerous mindset of mine at the time that I wanted to gain muscle but lose weight. Muscle is weight, and food wasn't my enemy. It was my ally. Especially if you throw custard over everything," at Bokuto's light-hearted ending, Kuroo scoffed.

"It's still kind of weird for me like...since I had seen that transpire, I'm kind of always relieved when you're fairing into my meals, even though it's been years," Kuroo admitted.

"Dude, how could I not be a savage when you cook? Like kiss-the-cook hotdamn, you deserve all my love Mr Chef," Kuroo chuckled at that, smiling gently.

At the entire topic, Kei could only scratch at his cheek with a nervous expression. They've called him out before on his minimal eating and it wasn't just them – Akiteru, Nishinoya, Sugawara... everyone knew his appetite was non-existent. He didn't think this was anywhere close to being a problem, though. According to his BMI, he was underweight but barely. It wasn't that bad. At least, that's what he told himself.

Regardless, he didn't want the topic of eating to remain in the air any longer in case it got directed to him and he had to admit that fact. Instead, he decided it was the best moment to steer the conversation in a direction he didn't really like either.

"Kei?" Bokuto called, seeing how silent Kei was. His face was creased with worry, his face dried of the tears of the past. "You don't have to-,"

"So there's some background info I need to tell you guys, in order for this all to make sense," Kei started speaking, his eyes cast downwards to his hands. If he didn't just start talking from start to finish, then he might cower away again. Kuroo and Akaashi sent Bokuto a questioning look and he just gave them a firm nod. "This might also help you understand why my relationship with volleyball was so unstable at the beginning of the year..."

Kei told them - about Akiteru. About how his thirteen-year-old heart couldn't handle what he had considered a betrayal; how he had been strung along on a suicide mission. Since then, he felt that everything in the world was fake and that nobody was truly alive with all the pretending. He had been exhausted of the artificial world and even hated friendships; relationships. He had hated people who tried to struggle against fate when they were not born to be the best. He had regarded himself as someone meant to be used and abused and be disregarded by people; people who could use him as a stepping-stone for their own greatness. He found it absurd how his entire perception of the world had been torn down by a singular event on an afternoon of a normal day.

But, it makes a difference if the person who tore you down was the person you considered your hero; your role model. It makes a difference when you were roped into the lie unwillingly. It makes a difference if the lie had been going on for years.

By then, nothing felt real anymore.

He questioned the nature of everything that happened before that, and he continued to doubt everything that would come afterwards.

"I was pathetic," and the way Kei was speaking – it made it sound like all these feelings, all of this hopelessness he felt in the world was some distinct feeling from some distant childhood.

It was hard to believe that these had been his feelings a mere few months ago.

"And it felt so, so wrong. I believed I was the only one who could see the truth. I was the only one who could see the masks plastered on people's faces and actions. I thought it had been a mistake for me to be born like that- feeling so much yet so little all at once. It overwhelmed me, the feeling of being so singled out without actually being singled out. I faded into crowds and I thought that all I was another human pretender. I-I thought that..."

Kei was near hyperventilating, and tears had spilled over long ago. He saw no reason in keeping his emotions bottled up any longer. "There was a time where I entertained the idea that it wasn't that the entire world that was wrong, it was me. And it's true, it was me that wasn't feeling the true range of feelings the world offered but back then, my mindset was very different.

I felt I was wrong. I felt I was a mistake. I felt that the way I saw the world was a result of my mind being programmed all wrong and that I was just a walking virus full of bugs and flaws. I thought that my range of emotions wasn't the same as any other person. I thought I lacked the necessary tools to be human," he tilted his head back, eyes squeezed shut as he gritted his teeth together. The other three had clenching hearts and seeing Kei so broken at this moment had them falling into a new type of sorrow. Akaashi had a steady flow of silent tears, the other two barely able to contain themselves.

Seeing Kei so hurt as he forced himself to revisit old memories... it felt like their hearts were being grated into thin slices and then trying to tape it them together to normal functionality. It was gruesome.

"I thought that I had forgotten what feeling should feel like, so I tried to do a reset - to feel anything," Kei let out a painful sob, the action rippling through his body. "That's why I-I-," he shakily got onto his feet, his form looming over the other three but at that moment, he'd never felt more beneath anyone. His hand moved to the pyjama shorts that clung to his body, his fingers hesitating over the cloth. With a shaky breath, he gripped at the fabric over his right leg and pulled it up until it touched his waist, not really feeling anxious about showing off so much skin to his lovers - except that on his upper legs, an oddity stood out against the flawless surrounding flesh.

Two jagged horizontal cuts.

Kei kept his chin buried in his chest, not wanting to meet up and see their reactions. He could imagine it though – the dreaded, disgusted, disappointed looks.

"I was...fourteen. My middle school volleyball team lost and the way my team went on as if it was the end of the world... how Yamaguchi had been so saddened at the lost... I felt so out of place. So alienated. Akiteru sent me a message to ask me if I was okay. If I was handling the loss okay. I guess... there was so much expectation from everyone about how I should be feeling that it sent me over the edge.

I should've known though – that I couldn't shake Yamaguchi off, and that's a good thing too. He couldn't see the first one, but he saw me do the second one. He immediately took the scissors from me, had me cover the cuts with tissue and told my coach that he was calling my family to pick us up. From there, my mother took me to a hospital and they sent me for psychological evaluation. At the end of that, all I really accomplished was to make the distance between me and my brother even wider and create scars deep enough that they would never fade.

It didn't even prove anything. It hurt, of course – but I felt the same afterwards as I did before. It's just... I had been so fucking stupid. It will always be one of my biggest regrets. That, and," he looked up, eyes locking with those of three saddened but supporting boyfriends. "I shouldn't have pushed Akiteru away for so long when all he desperately wanted to do was explain," Kei said in a broken voice, his throat hitching as he saw the tears in their eyes.

He did this.

He made them cry.

With that thought, he could barely stop his body from delivering another sobbing wave. His palms covered his face and he fell to his knees, the various emotions rocking his body and clenching at his heart with thorns.

He felt arms wrap around his body – too many arms to make out – and his form was covered with that of the other three. They held him tight as his body went against him, sending out panicked sensations. They were cooing soothing and supportive words into his ears, but all he could hear was a painful ringing in his eardrum that replicated his heightened heartbeat. Eventually, hands took hold of his and forced him to look up into Akaashi's eyes. Akaashi was taking deep, accented breaths and soon Kei felt himself mimicking the actions. The tension in his muscles began to fade and he relaxed into their bodies, his breathing evening out.

"You're okay, Kei. You're okay with us. You're safe," words whispered into his ears.

"We're here for you. We're not going to let go,"

"We love you, Kei. We love you so much," the wave of support broke down some of his insecurities and he felt himself melting into their hands, their loving words and their promises to stay.

"We're not going anywhere," and Kei felt calm.

And Kei felt.

How could this world be a fake one, when it held such a strong emotion that demanded to be addressed? How could he deny the existence of love any longer? His love for Yamaguchi, his mother, Akiteru... even volleyball and his team, if you really forced his deep emotions out to the light.

How could he ever even begin to explain how amazing he felt being at the mercy of these three's hands? How could he possibly articulate that they turned his entire world upside down and sieged their way into his fortress of a heart?

"I really love you guys," he spoke without a hint of a doubt, the pain in his heart being replaced by the warmth they supplied.

"Kei," Kuroo told hold of his chin, gently. "Look straight into my eyes,"

"How do you expect me to look into those eyes and be straight?" Kei asked with disbelief, the look Kuroo giving him back even more full of disbelief.

"This...this was a serious conversation, Kei,"

"I don't want it to be serious anymore, Tetsu," Kei admitted, Kuroo blinking at the nickname. "It doesn't feel like us if there isn't a healthy dose of chaotic energy to fuel us,"

"You've got that right," Bokuto hugged Kei from behind. "But you're okay, right?" Kei took a deep breath at the question and nodded, his hand swiping at his wet cheek.

"Yeah... I'm okay. I just...I needed you guys to know. It's been eating at me for quite a while,"

"We're glad you got it off your chest. We also hope that you understand that this changes nothing," at Akaashi's stern words, Kei's breath hitched. It felt like all his worries had been lifted and all he was left with was relief. "You too, Kōtarō. I hope your heart is more at ease now," Bokuto shot Akaashi a calming smile.

"It is, thank you. But guys, aren't we amazing?" all eyes shot to Bokuto and his blinding smile. "We are strong. We're all so strong and we'll continue to be strong, together," he reached his hands over Kei's body to take hold of Kuroo and Akaashi's hands, his touch ever so gentle.

"We're all amazing, huh? We're also stunningly beautiful," Kuroo cooed, placing a kiss to Bokuto's hand.

"We're not going to continue doing this cheesy 'this is Sparta' moment, are we?" Kei chuckled.

"You're ruining the moment, Kei!" Bokuto pouted.

"How could the moment ever be ruined when you three are here?" their cheeks warmed.

They all picked themselves up, went to wash off the tears and get back a lovely energy. Bokuto decided all the deep emotions had drained some energy so he went to get a spoonful of custard as a treat. Kuroo joined him, rehydrating himself by drowning glasses of water. Akaashi was the first to settle back on the Christmas bed, his head resting on the couch and his eyes staring up at the wooden roof. He was replaying the moments from earlier over in his head, feeling as if this was a small step forward in their relationship. Well, actually, every step was a step forward. With these guys, there was no going back. Once you were reeled in, you weren't getting tossed back into the ocean.

"You okay?" he tilted his head to see Kei walk up to the Christmas bed, his eyes still a bit puffy from earlier but overall looked as he had done before, and just as beautiful.

"Yeah, sorry. Would it be weird of me to say I'm proud of you?" Kei huffed at that, but the smile on his lips gave away his feelings.

"Thanks, Keiji," Akaashi smiled back gently.

"I mean it, Kei. I love you," and perhaps all of the 'I love yous' directed at Kei had still actually only meant 'I really like you' but that one hadn't. How Akaashi could be so certain after only knowing Kei for a year, he didn't know, but he would be lying if he said he didn't feel the same.

They felt too much like home to not be the real thing.

***

"Keiji," he felt himself walking over, his eyes lidded as he looked down at the angelic man beneath him. He removed his glasses and placed them out of the way. He slowly got on top of Akaashi on his knees, his fingers moving to gently trace his face. Kei stared deeply into Akaashi's eyes, examining those dazzling sparks of colour that made Akaashi all the more

exquisite. "I love you too," he whispered and closed the gap, the two meeting in a sweet kiss. They had a slow rhythm, charming the other in deeper as they began to lose and rediscover themselves in each other. Akaashi's arms wrapped around Kei's neck, bringing him in closer. Kei snaked his hands to Akaashi's waist and pulled his body away from the couch, slowly lowering both of them onto the bedding. He kept his body on top of Akaashi's, their kiss picking up speed. The pretty setter trailed his fingers into Kei's hair and pulled at the strands, the male reciprocating with a throaty groan. He took that as a positive sign and deepened the kiss, Akaashi making beautiful noises at the assertive move. He pulled Kei down on top of him until their bodies fully touched, their groins rubbing up against each other.

As if in sudden realisation, Akaashi pushed Kei out of the kiss. He looked down with question and worry that he did something wrong, the two panting for breath.

"Kei, do you... how far do you want to go?" Akaashi managed out, eyes searching Kei's face for his answer.

There was no question, doubt or uncertainty that Bokuto and Kuroo were extremely sexual beings and that Akaashi took long strides to join them. They were all above the age of consent and it wasn't that they forced Akaashi, and now Kei, to join them – it was something the two of them decided on their own.

Kei had caught himself thinking of them, what they could all do together, before and made his choice. He wanted to and the only thing that really stopped him was the fear of his cuts and that they didn't want him like that, but still... he allowed himself this selfish wish.

"All the way. With all of you," Akaashi's eyes were wide as he heard Kei's voice, the way he spoke lowly with a husk to it. Akaashi could feel himself grow breathless at the confidence on Kei's face, his own growing red at the implications. "Do you want to?" Akaashi immediately nodded at Kei's question, the taller man quickly bringing himself down to capture Akaashi's lips once more.

This kiss had a passionate rush to it, Akaashi trailing his nails down from Kei's hair to his back to his waist, finally hooking his fingers around the cloth of his T-shirt. He tugged at the fabric, Kei quickly rising his chest off to pull off the shirt. It went flinging somewhere behind the couch, the two too occupied with each other to care about their surroundings. Kei hooped his arms in underneath Akaashi's back and lifted him into a sitting position to help remove him of his shirt. Chest-to-chest, skin-to-skin, Kei remained on top of Akaashi as he explored every area of his mouth. The older male moaned at the deepness of the kiss and Kei's seemingly expertise with his tongue. When he felt them both growing breathless, Kei removed his mouth from Akaashi's and instead went to devour his neck.

Akaashi threw back his neck at the feeling of his tongue on his neck, allowing him more access. He didn't try to hide his pleasure, moaning loudly as the warm wetness circled his collarbone and trailed downwards until a mouth was around his nipple. He keened, long fingers rising to play with one nipple as teeth pulled at the other. Akaashi could feel shivers ripple through his body, his toes clenching up.

Damn, Kei. You never told me your mouth held so many secrets.

"-then I just looked him in the face and asked him 'Yaku, what do you define trust to be as?' And this bitch had the audacity to tell me that trust is when two cannibals give each other blowjobs like... dude. That's not the type of eating out I was talking about," Bokuto chuckled as Kuroo recounted the story, his own lips still licking off custard from a spoon.

"Does Yakkun intend to stick around to watch the rest of your Nekoma team grow up? Maybe to watch a certain half-Russian?" Bokuto wiggled his eyebrows, Kuroo rolling his eyes in response.

"How should I know? There's like literally a ruler's difference between the two. If one of them is going to make a move, I bet it'll be Yaku and that's a problem. 'Cause he can't reach Lev's face," Kuroo pointed out, bringing the glass to his lips as he took a large sip.

"You really are thirsty, huh?" Bokuto spoke in a suggestive tone, his tongue licking up the spoon. Kuroo hummed lovingly at the sight.

A loud moan interrupted the two and sent their minds into overdrive.

"What..." they put down the glass and spoon and headed out into the living room to investigate. There, they discovered a shirt near the door. Kuroo picked up and turned to regard Bokuto. The two shared a look of questioning.

Another moan sounded and Bokuto's jaw fell, head shooting to the couch on the other side of the room. They both crept over silently, rounding the furniture to see the Christmas bed. There, as if an intimate scene had been captured and painted as a dirty renaissance painting, the two were caught in the middle of their loving act. Akaashi's face was completely flustered, his fingers curled deep into Kei's hair as Kei was positioned between his legs, mouth curled around his member.

Neither of them noticed the two staring, Akaashi too focused on the stimulus and Kei too focused on his meal. He bopped his head up and down on Akaashi's member, the man reciprocating by pulling his head down further. Kei allowed himself to take in Akaashi to the point where he knew his limit was, not wanting to choke. He repositioned his mouth at the side, his tongue circling at the tip that had Akaashi keen. Hearing a new sound, small pants, Kei shot his sight to the two newcomers. Seeing Kei look up at them through lidded eyelids, a look of pure lust in his eyes and his mouth working on Akaashi's dick with expertise had them almost leave the realm of the living.

Noticing Kei's change of sight, Akaashi looked over at the two. Since Kei had his mouthful, Akaashi addressed them.

"Took you long enough," he could barely get out through his pant. "Get over here," they didn't need to be told twice. Even if they had been told to fuck off, they still would've gone to masturbate with this sight burned into their brains.

"Fuck if this isn't the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life," and Bokuto didn't swear often. The two rid themselves of their shirts and got onto their knees next to them, deciding to pull each other in for a passionate kiss. Bokuto pushed into Kuroo next to Akaashi, Kuroo allowing one of his hands to immediately slip into the owl's briefs. He knew they were both hard already from seeing the other two. He rubbed at Bokuto's length, the owl groaning. Bokuto wrapped his arm around Kuroo's shoulder, pushing himself forward until their pelvises connected. Kuroo gasped in surprise into Bokuto's mouth, his hand moving out of his briefs so that the two could grind up against each other.

"Oh my god, Keiji,"

"I know,"

Their lustful eyes were watching the two perform their sensual dance above them, the quick-paced high energy they had with them absolute mouthwatering. Kei felt fingers play at his waistband and his eyes immediately shot to the man beneath him.

"Get naked, now," a shiver went up Kei's spine and at the same time, Bokuto groaned into Kuroo as he heard Akaashi use that voice. Kei wasn't going to turn down a single request from Akaashi if he continued to speak like that, the innocent angel in satin now a majestic devil in leather. Kei lifted himself and very messily got rid of his underwear, feeling insecure at his full nakedness.

He had a lot of confidence when it was just Akaashi, but these two were literal sex gods. All Kei had done was watch a video to study and now when he was here, he fully comprehended he didn't know anything. They were the masters of this domain.

"Hold on," Kuroo pulled away, trying to be the sensible one. Bokuto chased after that lips and when Kuroo didn't gave him access, he ground up against him with a force. Kuroo's breath stumbled at that, an ecstasy taking over him. "W-wait..." he could barely get out, calming Bokuto. He looked over to Kei. "You really want to?"

"I do," Kei gave him an affirmative nod, not wanting to give away his nervousness in his voice.

"And...it's your first time, right?" Kei gave an embarrassed nod, casting his eyes to the side. Couldn't they have had this conversation when he was still partly clothed? "Then can we decide on the positions now?"

"Positions?"

"Do you want to top or bottom and with who?" Akaashi laid it out for Kei, sitting up to face him better.

"U-uh, I-I-," Kei was at a complete loss of words, three sets of eyes on him.

"Do you want some advice though?" Akaashi spoke gently, taking Kei's hand into his to calm some of his anxiety. Kei nodded in confirmation. "If you're not against it... since it's your first time, it might be best to be on the receiving end. It'll hurt more initially, yeah, but you'll really be taken be care of. You don't have to worry then and next time, you can switch," he spoke so reasonably. Kei considered it and yeah, he wasn't against being in the receiving end. He nodded in affirmation.

"You sure?" Akaashi asked, some doubt in his eyes.

"Say it?" Kuroo cooed.

"I...I would appreciate it, actually," he hesitantly admitted, feeling embarrassed that his complete inexperience showed.

"Fight out what's going to happen. I'm fine in any position. I'm going to get some condoms," Bokuto lifted himself up and ran upstairs, his movements uncomfortable from the hardness between his legs. Kuroo huffed at Bokuto's eagerness.

"We're all switches," Kuroo told Kei.

"With preferences," Akaashi added in under his breath. "Is there someone you want to be with?" Kei's jaw slacked at that.

"That's an incredibly unfair question," he said. He never thought he would ever be in a position where he chooses on the spot who he wanted to have sex with.

"It is. Rather, how about this: do you want to get your first time out of the way slow, gentle and least painful or do you want it over the top amazing but will probably hurt a bit more?" Akaashi didn't know how to exactly how to word it.

So now Kei got to choose the flavour of the sex as well. He almost chuckled at that thought.

"I...I can handle pain, I'm sure," he didn't sound too sure of his answer though. "I have to be honest though, I'm incredibly nervous so maybe it would be better if whichever you think is best-," Akaashi waved his hand dismissively.

"Kei, trust me. Trust us. We'll take very good care of you," Kei took note of the determination on his face.

"Hey! What's the verdict?" Bokuto came back, a small bag with different sized condoms between his fingertips.

"Congratz, Bo," Bokuto lifted his arms in triumph. "Just watch your strength, Bo. Oooh I'm going to have fun prepping though," Kuroo spoke seductively, slowly climbing over Kei and pushing him into his back. The cat loomed over the crow, his teeth showing mischievously. Kei blushed a deep scarlet.

"What about you two?" Bokuto questioned Akaashi and Kuroo. The cat sent a look to the angel who just gave him a pointed look in return.

"I do not have the energy to keep my body up," Akaashi admitted.

"Then lay down. I'll ride you," Akaashi blushed at the suggestion but nodded, forever in love when any of them ended up on top of him since it was a rare time when he wasn't on the receiving end.

"Fantastic. Now, my love, come here," Bokuto pulled Akaashi in under him, their lips connected in a heated mess as Akaashi wrapped his legs around Bokuto's waist. Kei whined at the sight but soon got distracted, Kuroo's own lips demanded his undivided attention. Kuroo's teeth began to make work of Kei's lips gently nibbling to get him to open up. Kei gasped at the surprise feeling, the cat sneaking his tongue inside. The two danced together, both quite skilled. Kuroo's hand trailed down and gripped at his exposed member, Kei groaning at the feeling. Kuroo began to pump his hand rhythmically, occasionally teasing the tip with a gentle circle.

"You are a bitch," Kei moaned.

"You're my bitch," Kuroo countered, bringing his pelvis down against Kei's to get him gasping.

"Fuck that," Kei sneakily slipped his hand into Kuroo's brief, the cat now gasping above him at the long fingers wrapped around him. Kei let his other hand grab at Kuroo's head and brought him to whisper in his ear. "Remove that, now,"

'Fuck me,' Kuroo thought to himself, immediately lifting himself up to rid himself of his briefs. As soon as Kei could get a hold of him again, he reeled him in to take control of his lips. He thrust upwards, their naked members rubbing against each other. It had both of them gasping into each other's mouths.

Akaashi was pulling at Bokuto's owl tips, nails digging into his scalp. The owl groaned deeply each time Akaashi would pull, the two lip-locked in their dangerous game after both of them got fully naked. Bokuto pulled his knee to his chest and let his fingernails slowly move over his thigh flesh. Akaashi shivered at the sensation, Bokuto's lips moving away from his to place his teeth against the flesh. The younger of the two breathed deeply, watching as his ex-captain run his tongue down his thigh to his entrance. He swiped his tongue over it, Akaashi groaning at the feeling. He moved his tongue back upwards to take Akaashi's member deeply into his throat in one swift movement.

Akaashi's back arched, his insides kneading together at his feeling.

"Fuck, Kōtarō!" he called out. This was the second time someone had taken him into his mouth today and he'll be damned if he didn't admit it was one of the hottest things they could do to him. He gripped Bokuto's head and pulled him deeper onto his member, and Bokuto had no problem with that department.

Between all of them, Bokuto was the prideful expert of the blowjob community.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted this?" Kuroo spoke lowly to Kei, his voice dripping with his seductive toxin as he moved lower on Kei's body. His fingers left a trail on his skin, goosebumps forming at the loving touch. Kuroo's fingers bumped over the cuts on his thighs but didn't mention it, instead he took hold of Kei's legs and placed them over his shoulder. "You better crush my face, Kei~,"

Kei remembered. One of the very first things Kuroo had ever voiced about Kei, was his desire for his thighs to crush his face.

"I'm sorry my thighs aren't as pretty as you had thought," Kei apologised, wrapping his legs around Kuroo's face.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Your legs are the sexiest I have ever seen. You better not hold back on me," Kuroo made quick work of nibbling at Kei's inner thigh, the feeling at the sensitive skin getting Kei to tighten the grip of his legs around Kuroo's face. Kuroo moaned as he sucked hickeys into the flesh, Kei's member pressing up against his face.

Kuroo wasn't satisfied until he left decent love bites all over his meal, only then moving to get on top of Kei again on his hands and knees. He gently took hold of his leg and pulled it up to reveal his entrance. At the cold waft of air, Kei felt embarrassed to be that exposed. It got even worse when he saw Kuroo staring, licking his lips. Kei trembled.

A surprised squawk was released and Kuroo's eyes bulged out, his lips quivering. Kei was surprised at his reaction and looked past him to see Akaashi looming behind him, finger teasing at his entrance.

"Angel," Kuroo stumbled out. "What are you doing?"

"You need prep too," Akaashi said devilishly and inserted one finger, Kuroo falling onto his elbows on top of Kei with a deep groan.

"Here, Tetsurō," Bokuto appeared next to him, a bottle of lube in his hand that Akaashi was spreading him out with. "You can multitask," the owl gave him a bright but sly smile.

"Fuck. You," Akaashi inserted a second finger, Kuroo immediately shutting up.

"We can do that next time~," Bokuto cooed. All the while, Kei couldn't stop staring at the loving faces Kuroo was making as Akaashi finger-fucked him. They all repositioned themselves so that Kuroo could work on Kei while Akaashi was working on him.

Kuroo had never been dealt with such a task before.

Bokuto took control of Kei's lips, the two having a fierce battle that Kei quickly lost. His head got forced even more into the bedding as Bokuto pushed onto him, Kei groaning as each kiss for more heated than the last.

He felt Kuroo's finger, warm with lubricant, trail at his entrance and instinctively clenched up. Bokuto noticed this and deepened their kiss, trying to get Kei's body distracted so that he could be properly prepped to take him on.

It worked, but Kuroo was still making incredibly lewd sounds above him as Akaashi's fingers gave him no mercy.

Neither did Kuroo's fingers.

It took a bit of time to work up to it but when Kuroo was comfortably three fingers deep in Kei, he truly began to understand why they said it felt so uncomfortable.

And why that was so pleasurable.

He could stop himself from arching his back and moaning, pulling his lips from Bokuto. The lewd sound he made had Bokuto into overdrive and he started to devour Kei's hips, sucking kissed into them as his fingers fondled with his nipples.

Truly, there was just so many stimuli.

It was so much. So much.

"Bo," Kuroo released with a shaky breath, eyes lidded from the workout Akaashi had already given him. Bokuto took the hint and rolled away from Kei, grabbing at the condoms he took out. He tossed one to Akaashi and began to take out the other for himself. Kuroo pulled his figners of Kei, the male cringing at the sudden emptiness as his muscles tried to retract. Akaashi placed a hand on Kuroo's chest and pulled his attention. He gave Kuroo the condom and rolled onto his back next to Kei, eyes looking up at the cat with expectance. Kuroo huffed with amusement, his breath still in a pant.

"Of course, Your Majesty," Kuroo pulled out the condom from the packaging and rolled it onto Akaashi's member. Next to them, Bokuto had himself covered and threw one Kei's legs over his shoulder.

"Is this position okay? The less constricted it is, the better it'll move," Bokuto spoke to Kei. Kei, barely in the realm any more, nodded in confirmation. Bokuto leaned over and placed feather kisses onto Kei's eyelids. "It's going to feel very strange at first but if it hurts badly, you tell me immediately, okay? If I do something you don't like, or if I do something you do like, then please tell me. I'm not an expert in your body yet,"

Yet.

Kei liked those implications.

"And don't hold your sounds in. We want to be as much a part of it," Akaashi said, tilting his head to Kei's. Kei brought up his hand and took hold of Akaashi's, nodding in understanding.

"Well then..." Kuroo loomed over Akaashi, his behind in the air as he arranged himself above Akaashi's member he held in position. Kei sucked in a waft of air when he felt Bokuto's tip at his entrance.

"Ready?" Kei nodded Bokuto to continue. Slowly, Bokuto pressed himself into Kei. Immediately, Kei had his jaw slack as he tried to understand this weird sensation his body was feeling. It was uncomfortable, but not unpleasant. Bokuto made absolutely sure to go as slow as he could and not just pound straight in. Next to them, Kuroo had no problem sinking straight onto Akaashi's abdomen.

"Fuck, Angel!" Kuroo groaned as he sat the deepest he could on Akaashi. Below him, Akaashi was squirming as he let out a shaky breath. Kuroo held himself there, sweat starting to bead on his forehead at the strain. He didn't want to move until Bokuto did.

Call it – syncing with all three of your boyfriends, if you will.

"Kei? You okay?" Bokuto questioned when he was deep inside, eyes showing his worry as he regarded Kei's expression. His eyes were shut closed, face muscles strained.

He now understood what Akaashi had meant – it would hurt more, since this man was large.

He brought up his free hand, the one not holding onto Akaashi, to grip his nails into Bokuto's arms. He opened his eyes, a new wave of a strange comfort overtaking him.

"Move," he demanded and Bokuto wasn't going to disappointed. He slowly slid out before pounding swiftly back in, going as far as he could with the angle. At the first thrust, Kei arch his back and threw his head back. His eyes locked with Akaashi who seemed to be on cloud nine, Kuroo picking himself up and sliding deeply on Akaashi with such quick and precise movements. He rode Akaashi so good that Kei temporarily forgot that he was also receiving here.

Bokuto quickly made him remember.

The next thrusts that came from Bokuto were fast and were powerful, sending Kei into an extreme sense of living as all he could see was pleasure. The owl was absolutely delivering on ecstasy, Kei moaning with lewd sounds as he didn't bother stopping.

"Kō, please!" he called out, somehow, during all of his lovely sounds. Bokuto understood and gripped at Kei's body, bringing him ever closer and spreading him out even more to get a better angle. Kei had to let go of Akaashi and came face to face with Bokuto, almost surprised to see such a master at the art also a panting mess. Bokuto picked up a new rhythm as he thrust from the new angle, Kei's mind immediately drawing up blank when Bokuto seemed to take him from his the right angle.

"There, please. Please, Kōtarō," he panted into Bokuto's ear, the owl repeating his actions and hitting Kei at his precious spot every time. Bokuto was panting heavily but his insane stamina made him able to meet Kei's every demand, the two continuing the pace.

"Tetsurō, you literally can't be any sexier than you are right now," Akaashi moaned. Seeing him spread over him and riding him like a champion had the smaller male in overdrive. He brought his hips up to meet Kuroo's every thrust and the cat was able to position himself at the perfect angle, his sweet spot getting devoured by Akaashi every time. He leaned himself over to capture Akaashi's lips in a sloppy kiss when he felt himself losing the battle, his orgasm dripping all over his Akaashi's chest. When Akaashi's ears caught the delightful sound of Kuroo's heightened pleasure, he went a wave ripple through him as well. Kuroo stayed on top of him to ride out his orgasm, the two absolutely spent from their tactiful lovemaking. Kuroo sat on Akaashi's abdomen, not yet pulling off him as he got preoccupied with watching the other two. Akaashi could also no longer tear his sights away.

They hadn't thought that Kei would have any flexibility on him, but it seemed he did have some. The position they were in made it a clear viewing for the two of them, and neither of them were letting up with their sensual voices.

"Kō, I-," Kei stumbled out.

"It's okay," Bokuto sent a forceful trust, Kei becoming immediately undone over the two of them. Even as Kei felt like his point of ecstasy had been reached, that he could continue, Bokuto still rode him out. Bokuto's face gained a strained and he held Kei close as he sent himself in deep, riding out his own orgasm. He lowered Kei onto his back and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. He slowly pulled himself out, Kei taking shaky breaths as he did.

Bokuto leaned over Kei's face, their eyes meeting in the aftermath. Kei gave him a warm smile, reaching up to bring him into a sweet kiss.

"Oh my god I want a video of that," Akaashi slapped Kuroo's arm at his words.

"Tetsurō, get off of me!"

"No. This is my new throne," Kuroo was stubborn, still sitting on top of Akaashi's member.

"This is uncomfortable now. The condom's all wet. I want a bath," Kei chuckled at them.

Chaos is chaos, whether they were making breakfast or devouring each other. Reluctantly, Kuroo pulled himself off of Akaashi with a sting. Akaashi rolled off the condom and tied it close.

"Kei, are you still with us?" he looked to Kuroo, a concerned look on his face.

"...to be honest here, I'm kind of afraid to sit up right now. I don't know how that'll feel," Kuroo scoffed with amusement at that, Akaashi just rolling his eyes.

"Wha- did I hurt you? Kei, I'm so sorry!" Kei forced his body to sit up and take a hold of Bokuto's face, reeling him to place a loving eskimo kiss against his nose.

Bokuto's face flushed a deep scarlet.

"You couldn't hurt me, Kō," he spoke lovingly. "That was unbelievable," Bokuto's lips parted, eyes scanning over Kei's beautiful afterglow.

Kei turned his head to the other two, regarding them with a charming expression.

"You two were stunning. That was so hot," Akaashi nibbled at his lower lip, not quite believing what had just happened.

"Speak for yourself. Wow Kei," the crow became flustered at the cat's words. "First things first: aftercare. What you need right now is a wonderful and steamy bath~,"

"And lunch," Bokuto added.

"Why don't you make us something, Bo?"

"You're trusting me in the kitchen?"

"...I'll accompany him,"

"Thank you, Keiji,"

The entire holiday in Tokyo produced some milestones for Kei to always remember, and it made him all the more realise how possible it was for it all to work out. They stayed together for a month, moving from house-to-house and even spending time in Miyagi with the Tsukishima family. Kei's mother grew on them quickly after all the wonderful stories she had heard from both Kei and Akiteru.

They were all considered family already and their lives revolved around each other's – or rather, they were in the same orbital plane in stable, Lagrangian points if you will. Kuroo and Bokuto would move in together and then Akaashi and Kei would join them in their respective years, the plans working out in such a way that their house would be located in the middle of their chosen university and volleyball destinations. It would take more effort from them to make it work but they didn't even consider doing it any other way.

They were in it for the long run now.

it must be difficult for others to believe

that we were golden threads making up the basketweave

forged for each other; made to be a quad

we pushed each other to become a mortal god

we had been fooled to believe we are a broken man

that we were a chest piece of some inevitable game plan

but in the end, we all fell in love

because we were just four silly gods that fell from above