Daddy Issues

"Are you really smoking?" the blond team asked his nude friend.

"Well my anxiety pills don't work for shit," Yamaguchi replied taking a long drag of his cigarette.  "It's better than razor blades right?" An eerie blankness filled the other's face.

"Whatever, I don't care."

'Yes you do," Yamaguchi told himself, 'you must'. Silence engulfed the room, stilling all but the deep throb in his chest. It was cold, too cold. He wanted more, so much more. He knew the smoke wouldn't be enough, he needed Tsukishima and the pulsing heat that came with him.

"I hate my family." The freckled boy jumped at the sudden pierce of sound.

"W-What was it this time?" he asked, inching closer. The blond remanded speechless for a moment.

"...My dad's back."

Tsukishima's father wasn't a comfortable subject for the two. He had left his mother early on for some model in Tokyo. They hadn't seen him let alone spoke to him in five years. "I could kill him for what he did to mom...."

"Tsukki..." Yamaguchi pecked his lips, eyes holding a dark coat of fear and lust. They kissed once again, letting it linger for a little longer. "You don't have to think of it while I'm here." Whatever wall that had blocked off the other's control and emotions had been broken.  He bit into the childhood friends shoulder, licking up what blood leaked out.

"O-Ow, Tsukki p-please..." Hot honey eyes bore into his own, like a predator. "Fuck me hard." He chuckled.

"As you wish."

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Yo! I know this is reeeeeaaaaallllly short but whatever! I really love masochist Yamas for some reason..............well i'm sorry if this was shit, hope you enjoied! Stay classy~