So, if you'd like, Iwaoi and 35 + 36 ?
Rated: E, for blood, gore, death, angst, romance, and happy ending (theres a twist in the end)
“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” and “I wish I could hate you.”
“Iwa-chan,” The demon king called out in a sing song type of voice. A magical barrier locking the knight in a large chamber. His friends and teammates locked in their own battle.
Iwaizumi’s eye twitched, thinking how Kenma was holding up by his childhood friend, his first love, attacking him, turning on him. Though they were the same. His eyes locked on the dark figure floating above him, wishing he could wipe that small smile from Oikawa’s face. “Where are the others?!” he shouted pointing his sword towards the demon king.
“Who?” Oikawa asked before making a small “oh” noise. “You mean that little crow and the archer with him? I’ve put a spell on them, they think they’re deep inside woods, but really they’re just sleeping…deeply…asleep,” he smirked looking down at his ex-best friend.
“You’re a real peace of shit, you know?” the knight growled lowering his sword, watching the demon float to the ground, feet landing softly. His eyes intense as the king walked close to him.
“Kuroo’s currently trying to bring that mage of yours to our side, you know, they were childhood friends too, Kuroo was adopted into a human society, yet still turned on the very ones that gave him shelter and love, yet, he could never hurt that mage, no matter how many hits Kuroo would take, not once had he himself injured his old lover.”
“Why does that matter, I’m here to kill you, shittykawa,” Iwaizumi moved, thrusting his sword towards Oikawa, watching as the demon king jumped back before disappearing. He dug his heel into the ground, spinning on it as he swung his sword.
“Close,” Oikawa chuckled coming from the other side, landing a hard kick to the knight’s side, sending him flying to the wall. “I don’t want to hurt you, Iwa-chan, I don’t want to fight you.”
“You killed innocent people!”
“You’re no better! You killed my people!”
“Your people murdered countless humans!”
“And what of the children?!”
The knight growled, getting up to his feet. “You know that was an accident, you know the building was coming down, you could have saved them but didn’t,” he growled, running towards the demon king, acting like he was going to swing his sword before twisting, grabbing Oikawa’s leg in his armored hand. He dropped his sword, placing his free hand to the demon’s face, smashing him to the ground.
“All you wanted was to make yourself look good, when you were the cause of it,” Iwaizumi spoke deeply, his hand tightening on the demon’s face. He could see one of his eyes through his fingers. His harden expression broke before hardening again. The sadness in the king’s eye, the red rim appearing.
“I didn’t ask to be like this,” Oikawa told him quietly. “It’s not like I could just break off my horns and act like a human,” he moved his hand up, gripping the knight’s, pulling it off his face. “I wish I could be like you,” he added bringing Iwaizumi’s hand to his throat. “Kill me.”
“You act like I didn’t try to save you,” the knight growled, his hand twitching around the demon king’s throat. “You could have lived amongst the humans.”
“Where did that lead Kuroo? You were able to rip off your horns because you were a low blooded demon, you left me! We could have had it all!”
“We could still have it all! If you would just stop these games of yours!”
“You’re a demon but you were never a bad person Tooru!” Iwaizumi screamed letting go of the demon, tossing his sword to the side. “You were never a bad person so why did you turn on me?” he could feel his eyes burning, rage, anger, frustrated love.
Silence fell between the two. Oikawa staring up at the knight, swallowing a lump in his throat. “I wish I could hate you,” he whispered, lifting his hands up, taking the knight’s face into them, his thumbs brushing Iwaizumi’s cheekbones, a small on his face when the knight turned, kissing the palm of his hand. “Take off your armor.”
The knight blinked, pulling from the demon. “What?” he questioned staring down at Oikawa.
“You heard me. Take. It. Off,” the demon purred dropping his hands to the cold armor.
“I don’t think now is the time for sex,” Iwaizumi snorted moving to get off the demon, but his hands held down his thighs.
“I don’t know what’s going to happen once you leave this chamber, I don’t know what will become of me, Iwa…Hajime…please,” Oikawa pleaded moving out from under the knight.
“We can do it after you stop this war,” the knight told him but the demon stopped him again from getting up as he crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs.
“There is no tomorrow for me,” the demon king’s voice cracked, leaning his head, their foreheads touching. “I did something bad, I made a mistake, I’m sorry,” he choked out, the walls around them shaking. “I have to go!” he panicked shoving off of the knight.
“What do you mean! Oikawa!” Iwaizumi yelled getting up, catching the demon king by the wrist, pulling him back to him. He did it suddenly, his heart squeezing as he brought the demon to his chest, kissing him. He kissed him hard, putting his whole heart into it as the barrier around them shattered, something, no, a demon, busting through the walls. He grunted as Oikawa pushed him back with magic.
The knight stared at the new demon, it’s legs were double jointed, black going into gray, it’s hands were the same, clawed, black to gray going up it’s arms, massive double wings on it’s back, horns twisting, it’s hair black and messy. He noticed the naked body in it’s arms. His eyes slowly widening. “Kenma!” he screamed seeing the bloody mage.
“Kuroo!” Oikawa yelled at the angered demon. He could see the tears streaming down his face. He braced himself when the demon placed the bloody mage on the ground, taking off towards him. He braced for impact, closing his eyes. Instead he felt blood splatter on him. He opened his eyes. Screaming in horror, seeing the clawed demon hand sticking through Iwaizumi, Iwaizumi’s sword going straight through the demon’s heart. “Iwa…” his voice drifted before he could finish his sentence, Kuroo going back to his original form, hand falling out of the knight’s chest as he dropped the ground.
Iwaizumi choked, blood spitting out of his mouth as he dropped to the ground, hands catching him, turning him. He smiled up at his childhood friend. “You always did get yourself into trouble,” he breathed out, choking as he tried to laugh.
“Shut up,” Oikawa’s voice trembled, holding onto the knight. “Why did you do that,” he cried, tears falling from his eyes.
“Love makes you do stupid things,” he coughed, blood splattering as he closed his eyes. “I wish, we could have spent more time together, I wish it didn’t end like this.”
“I wish things were different, Hajime, I love you, I’ve always loved you,” the demon king whispered, waiting for a reply but it never came. He held onto Iwaizumi’s body tighter, a screaming sob ripping through his chest as an arrow went through his heart. Blood spitting from his own mouth.
“It seems, I’m not far behind,” he chuckled, a peaceful smile on his face as he hunched over the knight’s body, bleeding out. He could hear Hinata and Kageyama whispering to each other as the world faded around him.
“Oikawa!” A voice yelled beside him.
“Iwa-chan!” Oikawa yelled setting the ball to the spiker. He watched as his teammate spiked it over the net straight onto the ground. The ref blowing the whistle. The crowd cheering as they won their match.
“Yeah!” the team yelled, Oikawa and Iwaizumi rushing to each other, one arm hugging each other off the court before their teammates joined them. One more match before they can reach nationals.
Oikawa moved his gaze over to the next team, his eyes narrowing towards the two first years. He was going to beat them this time.
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