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Oikawa Tooru is relatively used to being an incubus. He’s been in this position for a couple of centuries now, seducing women and men alike, regardless of age or race or religion, bringing them all to the brink of madness and greeting their damned souls at the iron gates of Hell when their time came. Oikawa enjoys the looks of horror on the faces of those whom he tormented, enjoys their shrieks as the hellhounds drag them by their feet into the fires. Before they disappear for an eternity, he plants on last final kiss on their lips, smiles so sweetly at them and lets out an innocent giggle. And then he leaves them to find his next victim, another soul to claim and add to his list of victories. Of all the incubi and even the succubi in Hell, he has collected the most souls. Oikawa takes pride in this common fact, as his colleagues ask him exactly what his trick is. “You just give the humans what they want,” Oikawa always says. And he does: he lets the humans take control of the situation when they want, and vice versa if desired. His thoughts on humans are rather cynical: to him there are merely simple-minded, unbefitting apes that roam the world that the Great and Powerful Geezer in the clouds created all those millennia ago. But Oikawa doesn’t hate humans; on the contrary, he adores how stupid and naïve they are. Or, can be, at the very least.
But now, Oikawa is bored. Although he has spent most of the day roaming the streets in his human form, he can’t help but have nothing to do at the moment. His last soul that he tainted (a young blonde girl, quite adorable now that he thought about her) has just tumbled down into Hell, but because of that he has the rest of the day to kill. He sits in a booth in Tokyo Cupid, the city’s most sinful bar, his eyes wandering alongside with his thoughts. To humans, his appearance is of an angel (he laughs to himself, finding it ironic that he looks far too angelic to be a demon), his hair chocolate brown and wavy, eyes the same shade, pale skinned and dressed as a model. He has a Tia Maria coffee in front of him, seeing that it was the only drink in the bar that he actually enjoys. For him this place is the home to most of the idiots that he seduces. But he wants a challenge now: a human that he can spent more than a week tormenting.
“Hello there, handsome,” a familiar voice says, snapping Oikawa back into reality, “I didn’t think I’d see you here looking so down.” Oikawa smiles at the voice, looking up to see Sugawara Koushi. Another incubus like himself and a century younger, Sugawara has always had a refreshing tactic to luring humans into his trap. His hair is ash-blonde, eyes a warm shade of brown with an adorable mole, and a smile so lovely sometimes Oikawa forgets that he’s a demon like himself. Sugawara sits opposite him, a glass of water in his hand, setting it down on the table. Oikawa takes note of how neatly Sugawara is dressed, wearing a neat grey jacket and white shirt, a loose black tie and trousers.
“I’m just bored is all, Suga. That little cutie of mine is burning as we speak, and I’ve got nothing else to do.” Oikawa groans, taking a sip of his drink. Sugawara frowns at him slightly.
“You nasty little demon, you. She was so close to those pearly white gates and all.” He tuts, although his frown is now a shit-eating smirk as he sips his water slowly. Oikawa returns the grin, his hand on the table.
“So were you, until a certain someone came along and ruined your chances for eternal happiness.” Oikawa points out. Sugawara lets out a chuckle that lightens the air drastically, beaming.
“I was already at those iron gates, Tooru. You just opened them up for me.” Sugawara purrs, eyes dark with playful lust as his hand strokes Oikawa’s slowly. Oikawa grins again, reminiscing about how innocent and pure Sugawara was until his hands were all over his body. He remembers the flustered nights and the erotic dreams he created, guiding the young Sugawara through all kinds of sin and what not. He remembers the day Sugawara appeared at the gates, but instead of looking fearful and horrified when meeting Oikawa like most people, he wore a grin so devious and cunning on his face that even the hellhounds were wary of him. He approached Oikawa with poise and he planted a kiss so hot he almost burned Oikawa’s lips. Oikawa had left his mark on him, a mark so deep that Sugawara was far too sinful to just burn in hell like a human; by that point, Oikawa had no doubt that Sugawara had lost all sense of humanity.
“So, why did you come find me then, Suga? Does our lovely god have a new target for us?” Oikawa asks, taking another sip and withdrawing his hand from Sugawara. Sugawara shakes his head playfully.
“Actually, he’s decided that those with experience can choose a victim themselves this time for a change.” Sugawara replies, crossing his arms. Oikawa looks at Sugawara with wide eyes, confused, intrigued, but overall rather excited. He grins widely again, pleasantly surprised by this sudden exception.
“Oh, that’s actually pretty interesting~! He’s always finding a way to keep us occupied.” Oikawa laughs, holding his mug and stroking it with his thumb. Sugawara nods slowly, a smile on his face.
“Tell me about it. At least I can finally try and entice a certain little priest’s son.” Sugawara says with determination, eyes flaring as he takes another sip from his glass.
“You really hate priests, don’t you?” Oikawa asks with a snicker. Sugawara narrows his eyes at him, his expression darkening suddenly, and slams his glass on the table.
“I have every right to hate those holy pigs. You of all people should know that.” Sugawara snaps, his eyes now black as he clenches his fist tightly. His glass shatters in his hand. His hand bleeds, glass shards scattered across the table with water. Oikawa raises his hands defensively.
“Jeez, sensitive cord much?” He says. Sugawara blinks at him, eyes the warm brown Oikawa prefers, and snaps his fingers. The broken glass reassembles itself, with the water flowing back into it as if someone has hit a rewind button.
“Terribly sorry about that.” Sugawara sighs heavily, shaking his head as he wipes his hand on his seat. Oikawa shrugs his shoulders as he leans back into his own seat. He knows why Sugawara loathes the church more than the average demon, and although Oikawa plucks at his cords, he never means to do it out of spite (he wasn’t that heartless). Oikawa cares for Sugawara like a brother, but he cares about a lot of his incubi friends. Sugawara looks at his watch, frowns and sighs again, and downs his drink in one go.
“I have to go, unfortunately. I’m meant to be showing a new recruit the ropes.” Sugawara chirps. Oikawa raises an eyebrow at him.
“Incubus or succubus?” Oikawa asks, intrigued. It’s not uncommon for Sugawara to watch over the inexperienced ones, what with his gentle nature and his immense patience. It’s just uncommon for there to be a new incubus.
“Incubus, of course. I had quick glance earlier today and he’s pretty adorable, actually. Wish me luck.” Sugawara says. Oikawa nods at him kindly.
“Until next time, Mr Refreshing~!” Oikawa sings as Sugawara leaves the booth. He laughs again, blows Oikawa a friendly kiss and waves as he leaves. Oikawa waves Sugawara off, taking note of a man looking at Sugawara while biting his lip seductively. And Sugawara giggles innocently and winks at the man as he leaves the bar. The man quickly follows after him. Oikawa can’t help but laugh again, admiring how his good friend can wrap humans around his finger with just a bat of his eyelids. Oikawa has a final gulp of his coffee as a waitress comes over to him. Her hair is short and brown with matching eyes the size of a doe, and she’s dressed in a tight black dress with a notebook and pen in her hands.
“Um, would you like a-anything, sir?” She stutters, cheeks red. Oikawa looks her up and down, the girl positively reeking of innocence. He smiles kindly at her.
“Your number, if it’s available on the menu.” He replies. Her face flushes a beetroot red as she smiles sheepishly, looking both flustered and anxious.
“U-Um, I can’t give you that…” She gabbles. Oikawa leans towards her, wearing his enticing grin as his eyes gleam at her.
“Then how about a little kiss, hmm?” He asks, taking the girl’s hand and kissing it gently. The waitress’s jaw drops slightly, flabbergasted with a lingering sense of terror in her eyes as Oikawa’s own eyes gleam at her devilishly. He enjoys scaring humans most of the time when he had nothing to do.
“I-I’m sorry, sir, b-but I–” The girl stammers, as she tries to slowly back away.
“Hey Michimiya, the boss says you’re needed at the bar.” A voice says from behind. Oikawa turns his head and lets the girl go, slightly irritated that he’s been interrupted mid-tease, but is quickly entranced. The human stood next to the booth is wonderfully sculpted: a man with short but wild black hair and piercing brown eyes instead of being typically dull, sporting a relatively nice fitting black shirt that emphasises his muscles beautifully. Oikawa stares at the man in awe, because there was no way in any world or any universe that God would spend so much time and effort on one singular human being. The girl nods fervently at the man, looking both surprised and relieved.
“Ah! O-Okay then, I’ll be going then…” Michimiya says, bowing at the man slightly before rushing off. The man watches the girl leave, looking slightly concerned, and then turns his attention to Oikawa whilst shooting daggers with his eyes.
“Do you enjoy making people uncomfortable? Because I am more than willing to kick you out.” He spits. Oikawa blinks and smiles, looking the man up and down and can’t help but feel positively buzzing at the sight of him. He places a hand on his cheek and looks at the man with his usual captivating stare that tends to pull humans into his web easily.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met you before! You are…?” Oikawa asks in a silky voice. The man stares at Oikawa long and hard, and Oikawa finds himself trying to not squirm underneath his gaze (which is easier said than done, but this man was looking as though he really wanted to hate Oikawa more than anything). The man blinks at Oikawa, his expression indifferent.
“Look at the name badge, believe it or not, that may actually tell you.” The man replies with a bitter undertone to it. Oikawa is surprised by the man’s lack of arousal, but at the same time he’s somewhat thrilled by this. He reads the name badge pinned to his chest that reads IWAIZUMI HAJIME, and repeats the name to himself in his head. Oikawa likes the sound of the man’s name, closes his eyes for a moment. He opens them again, looking at him even more enticingly.
“Iwaizumi Hajime… hmm, a cute name for a handsome man like yourself.” Oikawa coos, grinning widely at the man. Iwaizumi narrows his eyes at the man and walks away from the booth as he grunts disapprovingly. Oikawa, who is shocked by this unusual outcome, watches Iwaizumi greet another customer, a smile on his face instead of a scowl, his voice a little less harsh than the tone he used against Oikawa. Oikawa stares at Iwaizumi, excited and bitter at the same time: usually, the average human would be all over Oikawa by now, as he would whisper sweet nothings in their ear and tempt them with promises and acts so sinful that God would weep. But as he watches Iwaizumi go behind the bar and pour a few drinks, he realises that this human is one that is not so easily swayed. Oikawa chuckles to himself quietly, as he gathers his belongings together and leaves the booth. He walks to the main doors, turns his head at the bar and gives Iwaizumi one last final stare as he cleans a glass. Iwaizumi looks up and locks eyes with Oikawa (most likely unintended), who smiles sweetly at him and winks. Iwaizumi blinks, looking mildly surprise and turns his head away.
And with that, Oikawa leaves.