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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Kyoutani_Kentarou/Yahaba_Shigeru
  Character:
      Yahaba_Shigeru, Kyoutani_Kentarou, Oikawa_Tooru, Iwaizumi_Hajime,
      Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      KyouHaba_Week_2016, KyouHaba_-_Freeform, Smut, fluff_(sorta), Faeries_-
      Freeform, Alternate_Universe, Soldiers_AU, Tumblr_Prompt, Alternate
      Universe_-_Fantasy, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Day_2_Prompt, i
      love_faeries_so_much
  Series:
      Part 2 of kyouhaba_week_2016
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-02 Words: 1878
****** But I Am A Faerie ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     I’ll get right to the point. My magic. Kyōtani Kentarō. Military
     training camp. This guy is going to notice me even if I have to kill
     a bitch to make it happen.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
     I, Shigeru, swore to never use my magic to torment others. Kyōtani doesn’t
count though. He isn’t just some other. He’s my other. My other half. Oh my
gosh. Did I just think that? And just as I thought I couldn’t get any gayer,
too. I know for a fact that he’s gay, just an FYI. I was checking out this
guy’s ass, and when I glanced around to make sure no one had seen, I saw him
doing the same thing. I didn’t bother with jealousy because that guy had a
really nice ass. Like, really nice. Like, damn-I’d-tap-that-ass-so-hard-he-
wouldn’t-be-able-to-walk-the-next-morning nice.
     “Dude, tone down the gay.”
     I look up in surprise, then down. Kyōtani is untying his shoes on the
bench beside me, his face warming up.
     My eyes widen. “Shit, did I say that out loud? Sorry, man.” Then a
terrific idea pops into my head, so I keep talking. “Hey, Kyōtani.”
     He doesn't stop pulling at the impossibly knotted laces in his boot, so I
continue.
     “It's real hard to get release up here, you know. Especially surrounded by
so many guys, muscles glistening with sweat and all…” I trail off and stare
intently at him, trying to gauge his reaction. All I get is a brief glance of
disgust before Kyōtani turns his back towards me a little.
     The tips of his ears are pink, and I want to see his entire body flush
that same colour.
     Taking an incredible risk - since Kyōtani is much buffer than me, and
probably able to beat me within an inch of my life - I lean down so that my
lips are so close to his face that I can feel the heat coming off him in waves
of spine-tingling pleasure.
     “Come to my room tonight.”
     The world goes blurry, and then all I can see is Kyōtani, who seems to be
all around me. Except for above, because I’m taller. I smirk at him, and he
brings his face so close to mine that I could kiss him if I weren't plastered
against the lockers the way I am.
     “Who do you think you are to ask me that, you fucking fairy?”
     A frown is growing on my face, and I can't control it. He wasn't supposed
to find out this way.
     “I can't help being a faerie. I was born this way. And fucking is a
perfectly sound physical activity. Care to join me, tonight, maybe around 23:
00?”
     A look of disbelief seems to have taken permanent residence on Kyōtani’s
face “You're not supposed to own up to being gay to whoever, you dipshit. And
don't refer to yourself as a fairy.”
     “Kyōtani, I am a faerie.” It gets exhausting sometimes, dancing around
lies and telling half truths.
     “Yahaba, stop. It's okay, I get it, you like dick. You don't have to call
yourself that.”
     I roll my eyes. Guess I have to show this idiot my wings if he won’t
believe me.
     “Let me go.” I poke at his chest, and Kyōtani takes a step back, too far
but still too close at the same time. “Watch. I can't manifest them for long,
it makes me dizzy.”
     Kyōtani nods, and I take a deep breath, closing my eyes as I do so, before
summoning that which marks me as a faerie.
     I hear a small gasp and know that Kyōtani’s seen them. “See? I am a
faerie.”
     I feel a light touch on the edges of my right wing, and open my eyes to
find Kyōtani gazing at them with such wonder that I can do nothing but stare at
him. The usual anger and overall bitchiness that clouds his features are gone,
and only amazement can be seen on his face, which is now the same pink that his
ears once were. I smile softly at him and reach out to touch his face with my
hand. His eyes shift to look at me, and then his eyes widen and if I thought
the look on his face just then was beautiful, I don't know what to think now.
His mouth is open in reverence as his fingers slowly reach out to touch my
face, to trace the lines of my cheekbones and my jawline, to skim over my lips,
to brush at the sides of my face.
     I glance over at the mirror to see for myself his fascination with my
face, and find that I've completely transformed. My skin is a pale ice blue and
the lines of my face are sharper than a knife.
     Kyōtani has stopped touching me, but is still standing there, looking at
me as if I made the sun, moon, and stars.
     I grin at him. “How about I fucked you like this?”
     Kyōtani nods, dazed. The pink becomes darker, and I kiss both his cheeks
before lacing our hands together.
     “Let's go then.”
     We take a step together, and are walking into my dorm the next second.
Kyōtani blinks, glances around, panics.
     “What the fuck? How did we get here?”
     “Relax. I just transported us here.”
     Kyōtani’s eyes widen so much that I'm afraid they'll pop right out of his
skull. “Shit. That's pretty cool.”
     I nod, and then Kyōtani is wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a pair
of handcuffs that some police officer will be missing for a few hours.
     Kyōtani looks down, and then up, and then down again. “Uh… okay? You're
into this kinda stuff, huh? That's cool. But I'm telling you right now,
shithead. If I can't walk tomorrow, you're dead.”
     So I attach the handcuffs to a post on my bed, and once Kyōtani’s ready
and waiting beneath me, I position myself to thrust into him. He wraps his legs
around my waist, and I grip his hips. After a nod from Kyōtani, I slowly ease
into him. The pace stays slow and steady for a few more thrusts until Kyōtani
lets out a low “Shigeru, fuck me” and I let go.
     Kyōtani is clenching around me and moaning into my ear and holy shit is he
biting my neck because I've never felt such a powerful buildup. Kyōtani fingers
my wings again, and I shudder from head to toe before yelling out “Kentarō” and
releasing inside him. He comes a second later, breathing my name out as he goes
limp beneath me. I pull out, and we lie on my bed, sweaty and panting, trying
to come down from our highs.
     “Fucking hell. I can't even feel my legs. Fuck.” Kyōtani says - whispers -
after he tries to stand.
     I laugh. “We should shower.”
     A groan. I laugh again, and pick him up princess-style. I get a whack on
the head for that. A second later and we're standing in the showers. “Don't
argue and this won't take as long.”
     After a good ten minutes, I have successfully scrubbed both myself and
Kyōtani clean (and gotten my second blowjob of the night.)
     “Dude, underwear.” Kyōtani really doesn't want to sleep over, but I don't
want to let him go just yet.
     I magic up a replica of the ones he was just wearing, cleaning off all the
sweat and cum from the bed at the same time.
     He looks at the boxers suspiciously before questioning me, “Where did this
come from?”
     I look at the tag and shrug. “Costco, apparently.”
     Kyōtani is a tomato for a brief moment before he tugs on the boxers and
climbs onto my bed.
     I slip under the sheets next to him and secure an arm around his waist.
     “Sleep well, Ken,” I murmur to him, but he’s already asleep.
     I fall asleep a minute later to the sound of light snoring and the firm
body of Kyōtani Kentarō in my arms.
                                    ***** 
     The dizziness that hits me the next morning is worse than any hangover
I’ve ever felt, and I curse myself for being so stupid and using that much
magic all at one time. But Kyōtani stays with me all day and kisses my forehead
whenever the pain gets too bad, and I decide that it’s worth it.
                                     *****
     “Shigeru!”
     The world is out of focus. Everything is muffled, the footsteps slowly
approaching, the yelling hundreds of worlds away. All I can hear is my
heartbeat, which is slowing down every second.
     Red.
     Everything is red.
     “Shigeru!” The footsteps have stopped, and something lands on the ground
beside me with a dull thud. “Shigeru, what happened? Holy shit, you’re
bleeding. Oh my God that’s way too much blood. Fuck. I’m taking you to the
doctor’s tent, okay? You’ll be fine. You’ll make it. I promise.”
     My head hurts for a minute, and I feel someone picking me up. When my eyes
clear, I see Kentarō’s face, inches away from mine. I smile.
     “Kentarō.” My voice is weak, even to my own ears, but he hears me anyway.
I see tears in his eyes when he turns his head to me, and I don’t want to
believe it’s because of me.
     “Shigeru. Thank God. You’re still awake. Thank God. Hey, keep your hand
here, okay?” He takes my hand, and presses it to my abdomen. It’s wet.
     “Am I… bleeding?” My head pounds harder with every step Kentarō takes, and
I choose to interpret his silence as a yes.
     “Ken… just… put me down….”
     “NO!”
     Kentarō speeds up, and everything is shining too bright but it’s still too
blurry for me to see properly and it hits me that I will die here, in Kentarō’s
arms.
     “Kentarō.” I force my voice to come out clearly and Kentarō’s face is
pinched up with worry and the first tear has fallen and no it’s not supposed to
be like this. “Kiss me. Please.”
     A sob is ripped out of Kentarō, and after the first one, he can’t stop. He
falls to his knees and clutches me to his body. “Shigeru… Shigeru… no… why…
Shigeru…”
     “Iron.”
     “Wh-what?”
     “Whatever hit me was iron. It’s sucking my life force away. No human
doctor can save me. Kentarō, please. Kiss me.” My voice is faint and breathy,
and I shut my eyes again. Everything hurts to look at. Everything hurts.
     Kentarō sucks in a ragged breath and then presses his lips to mine gently.
I taste the salt from his tears on my lips and want to cry too.
     “Kentarō… you were my greatest love.”
     He starts sobbing again, and his begs for me to stay are incoherent to my
now dead ears. My systems are shutting down, and it looks like the nervous
system is the first to go. I don’t mind. I had two long, happy years with
Kentarō. We finished camp and moved into the same division of the military
together. Despite the constant threat of death, we were okay. Until now, that
is.
     I need to see him one last time. Just for a second before I go for good.
     My lids are heavy as I force them open and the last thing I'll ever see is
probably all I've ever wanted. Kentarō, pink faced and teary eyed, is still
holding me. Still chanting my name as he rocks over my body over and over
again. I smile at him one last time.
          And then
                              I
                                      Die
End Notes
     lemme know if I made any mistakes
     too lazy to edit :P
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