#harurei

“Okay no.  If I wouldn’t be selling my dick to the damn Devil to do it I’d happily fuck Sugawara six ways to Sunday and then some.  But even I have more self-preservation skills than Makoto.  And I willingly work with Momotarou and Ryuunosuke.  So that’s saying something.”

Haru snorts softly.  There are a lot of them that would happily fuck Sugawara six ways to Sunday and back.  But none of them want to deal with the combined forces of Tsukishima and Iwaizumi after the fact.  Except, apparently, Makoto.

“Him?  No.  Kou, honestly.  I don’t even have the time of day for that overly conceited fuckwit.”  Rei yanks off his jacket and stuffs it in the closet.

Ah.  He’s chatting with Kou.  That explains the lack of filter.  Rei spends so much of his time being polite and neat and put together that he rarely lets his guard down.  Kou is the only other person that Haru knows of that Rei has absolutely no filter around.  The only other person who knows just how filthy his mouth can be.

He glances at the other end of the couch and mentally shrugs.  Well.  She was the only other person.

“Kou.  I know you can take care of yourself.  But honestly.  Today?  He crossed a line.  Oikawa is a useless, cocksucking, gaseous feces filled skin sack.  With the goddamned intellect of a motherfucking toddler on a sugar high who just discovered their parent's secret stash of cocaine and mainlined that shit like a they were possessed by the spirit of Gluttony itself.”

“Wow,” Seijuurou breathes out.  He’s clearly trying to process all the words, to compare this Rei with whatever Rei is in his mind that he’s known the last few years.  “Okay.  That was.  Some strong language.”

Rei freezes in the doorway and glares at Haru.  Haru simply shrugs.

“Fuck me,” Rei bites out.  “No,” he adds into the phone.  “Not you.  Haruka apparently has company.  I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wow,” Seijuurou repeats as Rei ends the call.

“I am allowed to swear in my own home.”  Rei’s voice is as tense as his shoulders are when he crosses his arms and stares at them.

“Fuck yeah you are,” Seijuurou agrees.  “I just didn’t expect it to make me want to drop to me knees and blow you.  I get what Haru meant when he said your mouth is one of the things that does it for him.”

“Haruka!”  Rei’s glare zeroes in on him and Haru, once again, shrugs.  There is absolutely no remorse in his body right now.  He finds his boyfriend hot as fuck when he swears.

“Well it does,” he drawls out as he settles even deeper into the couch.  “You know I enjoy it.  No shame in that.”

“Okay but why were you even discussing that with him?”

“What the hell are we supposed to talk about when we're drunk and trying to ignore Nagisa and Momotarou making out two feet away from us?”  Haru glances at Seijuurou for support and gets it in the form of Seijuurou nodding eagerly.  “To be fair you’re the one who wandered off and left us alone at Iwaizumi’s that night.”

Seijuurou shudders.  “I do not need to see my brother's tongue in someone's mouth ever again in my life.”

“Fuck,” Rei whispers, clearly done with this conversation.

“I mean.”  Seijuurou glances between them.  “I’m down for it if you are.”

Rei blinks a few times, then sighs.  “What the absolute fuck is my life?”

“From what Haru says, full of really, really great sex.”  Seijuurou grins.  “Sex that I would totally be okay with participating in if you’d be amenable to that.”

It’s not anything they’ve talked about in depth but Haru can see Rei running it through his head, turning it this way and that, playing out all the angles.  Rei’s gaze slides from Seijuurou to Haru.

Then he smiles, syrupy sweet.