A Bet Made

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Rating: Mature
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Category: M/M
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Relationships: Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou,
Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou/Kuroo Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei,
Akaashi Keiji/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo
Tetsurou/Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Koutarou/Tsukishima Kei
Characters: Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou
Additional Tags: Only sorta smut, a bet, Bakt, secret santa gift, There's making out in a
closet, also closet sex, it's a whole thing
Language: English
Collections: Haikyuu Yakuza AU RP 21+ Server Fics
Stats: Published: 2025-01-06 Words: 3,133 Chapters: 1/1
 A Bet Made
by chemistink

Summary

When Bokuto gets the bright idea that they all need to share a surname, the three of them
come up with the perfect plan to trick Kuroo into agreeing.

[Secret Santa for Beca <3]

Notes

HAPPY SECRET SANTA TO BECA, THE MOST WONDERFUL OF PEOPLE TO BE

ABLE TO WRITE FOR. I hope you enjoy, these four continue to live rent free in my head
and I love them so much.

See the end of the work for more notes

“No.”

“You haven’t even heard the whole thing, Tsukki!” Bokuto’s voice pitched higher as he
whined, doing his best to not pout at the blond. “There’s more to it, I swear.”

Tsukishima’s eyes rolled and he sighed heavily, refusing to slump in his seat in the defeat he
could feel beginning to settle into his shoulders. “Just because I haven’t heard you out does
not mean this is a good idea. No matter how much more there is to it.” He turned his head
away to stare at one of the walls of the kitchen area, searching for his composure to come
back so he wouldn’t cave to Bokuto. “And don’t call me that.”

With a Bokuto sized sigh, he puts his arms on the table as if to show that his hands are empty
other than his very logical reasoning for this hair brained scheme. “We’re already married.
This is just a step we haven’t taken yet, that’s all.”

Tsukishima has to suppress the urge to reach up and grab the bridge of his nose. The only
purpose it would serve would be to knock his glasses askew and potentially make his
headache worse. Worse than Bokuto’s insane idea? Very plausible. “If that’s the case, then
why Tetsurou? Why not Keiji?” He finally turns his head back to Bokuto and arches an
eyebrow as he challenges him. “Why not you, Koutarou? Why wouldn’t you want all four of
us to share your name?” It’s not nearly as menacing as it would be if he were leaning into it,
leaning towards Bokuto. “You’re the one with the big famous name now.”

“You mean he didn’t tell you the best part of his plan?” Akaashi’s voice echoes towards them
from the hall. “Because Koutarou forgot to mention that it’s because he’s a ‘genius’ for
realizing that doing this would give us three the same intials.” Akaashi is barely around the
corner into the kitchen with them as he’s speaking. His hands are still raised in front of his
chest from making air quotes and Tsukishima has to wonder how he walks and rolls his eyes
without wavering.

Bokuto’s mouth is agape, looking like a fish out of water, and it makes the other two smirk.
He had not thought they would gang up on him like this and he was at a loss for how to go
forward. “Well yeah but” He grounds for a second and he has to choose between looking at
Tsukishima and looking at Akaashi to decide which one would be easier to convince. “But
we’re already married!” It’s the only defense he has left for himself and his idea and he’s
holding onto it with tightly clenched fists.

“Our marriage is tenuous, at best.” Tsukishima takes his glasses off and begins to rub at them
with a small cleaning cloth. “I barely understand how we pulled it off and sometimes, while
I’m at work, it feels like someone is watching over my shoulder to see if I misstep. Like
they’re going to snatch it out of my hands.” He holds his glasses up towards the light, tilting
them back and forth to check for any spots he missed. “Something about putting it on display
like this seems to want to test that. I’m just not

Bokuto’s hair, much like himself, wilts as Tsukishima is busy paying attention to his glasses
rather than the conversation. “I didn’t think you were that embarrassed by us.” Both of the
other men at the table know that Bokuto’s ‘by us’ really means ‘by me’ when he says it, even
if he won’t say it aloud. It takes a lot out of Tsukishima to keep himself from caving, a
monumental effort. If there was anything that he wasn’t, it was embarrassed of his
relationship with Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kuroo. You couldn’t get him to say it out loud to the
three of them without it feeling like pulling teeth but in the privacy of their home, he doesn’t
mind admitting (at least to himself) that he is actually happy.
It isn’t a monumental amount of effort that he has to put into it, but Tsukishima does have to
force himself to keep his voice steady and his eyes from rolling. “I’m not ashamed of us. Of
you.” He looks over at Akaashi, matching the raised eyebrow that meets his gaze. “Any of
you.” He turns back to look at Bokuto, watching as he continues to sulk but perks up enough
to listen to what Tsukishima has to say. “None of that has anything to do with this just being a
bad idea in general.”

Akaashi finally moves from his watching spot, pushing himself from the wall and walking
towards the coffee to make a few more cups for everyone involved. “I don’t think your love
for us has been called into question here, Kei. I think it has more to do with the fact that Kou
has this scheme in his mind.” He’s setting two bags of Tsukishima’s favorite tea into a cup as
he speaks. “He is absolutely enthralled with the idea that we would all have matching initials
together, if we did this.”

“We could do that with any one of our names, though.” Tsukishima continues to fidget with
his glasses in his hands, paying attention to them as the conversation continues. “I just don’t
understand why you want to use Tetsu’s so badly.” He turns his gaze back to Bokuto with his
eyebrow raised again, head tilted down for the look he knows will get the point across. “Your
name is a lot more important than ours, Kou. It doesn’t add up that you would want to change
that to Kuroo.”

There’s a bit of silence that falls over the three of them, Tsukishima’s hands paused in their
‘cleaning’ of his glasses, Akaashi standing over the kettle as he waits for the water to finish
boiling, Bokuto looking between the two of them. They know there isn’t any really true
reason that Bokuto has for his request, nothing that is going to be ground breaking.
Tsukishima wants to ask but he knows it won’t matter how far he pushes, the answer he’s
looking for won’t be there. He’s more likely to be met with ‘I just think his name is neat’
from Bokuto than an answer that will suffice to satiate the curosity gnawing at him.

By the time the kettle is whistling behind Akaashi, Tsukishima has given up the chase of
figuring out what Bokuto’s motivation is, sighing in defeat as he gratefully accpets the warm
mug that Akaashi is handing him. “Thank you, Keiji.” He waits for all three of them to be
seated now before he speaks again. “Alright. Let’s say, for the sake of argument, that I agree
to go along with this. How do we even convince Tetsu?” He doesn’t expect the soft snort
behind anothe rmug that’s raised to Keiji’s face as he pauses the sip he was taking to gather
himself after stifling a laugh.

“I highly doubt it’s going to be all that hard to convince Tetsu to agree to this. Especially
when he isn’t the one who is going to have to do any of the work.” He sips at his coffee
before he’s sitting it back down. “The only work he’s had to do is exist and have the crazy
idea for this-” Keiji’s hand waves between the three of them. “whole thing in the first place. I
doubt he’ll even notice what’s going on.”
It’s Tsukishima’s turn to give a snort of laughter that he doesn’t have the chance to hide
before Bokuto is joining in with his own chuckling. “I bet he wouldn’t even realize it.” His
eyes brighten a bit, widening as he sits up in his chair more, arms coming up onto the table to
brace himself as he thinks for a moment. “I bet he wouldn’t even notice that we’ve changed
it. Even if we told him.” Akaashi’s twisted up facial expression has him scoffing. “Don’t look
at me like that, it would easily take him a year to even realize we’ve got matching names and
he doesn’t.”

“Come on, you guys.” Bokuto interjects. “Tetsu is smarter than that.” Two sets of eyes turn to
him and he shrinks in his chair under their gaze, his own eyes shifting to stare down at the
table. “Okay, maybe he wouldn’t notice until Christmas or something.” The words perk him
up and he snaps his fingers. “That’s it! I bet he won’t realize until Christmas! We would have
to make sweaters with our initials on them before he’d realize anything.”

Akaashi leans heavily to the right as he rests his head in his hand, almost fully planting it into
his palm as he takes in the shift in their conversation. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.” He
closes his eyes as he takes a few seconds to reflect before he’s sighing heavily, sitting up
straight again. “I’m at least going to give him the benefit of the doubt and say that he’ll figure
it out before the end of summer.” He tilts his head to look towards the smart home screen
they have on the counter. “If he doesn’t figure it out before September, I would be shocked.”

“What are the stakes?” Tsukishima asks as he crosses his arms over his chest, sitting back in
his seat now, the usual smug half smirk sitting on his face. “Because I don’t think he’s going
to figure out on his own. We’re either going to have to tell him together at Christmas or
someone else is going to tell him.”

Bokuto and Akaashi look at each other before turning back to Tsukishima with a solemn look
and a nod. “¥3000. A piece.” Bokuto says before he’s putting a hand out. Akaashi is nodding
along, his hand reaching out to the middle of the table as well. Tsukishima can’t resist the
urge this time and he rolls his eyes as he puts his hand onto the pile as well, locking in the
pact.

Convincing Tetsurou is a completely different task for the three of them and they decide to
branch off to conquer the task. Tsukishima has to shoot down Bokuto’s urging of adding an
added stake to the bet, wanting to put in more winnings for whoever manages to convince
Tetsurou to agree to it in the first place.

Tsukishima doesn’t believe that it would take convincing but when they had brought it up
during a dinner one night only for Tetsurou to laugh softly with a shake of his head, declining
the offer, he had been shocked. It had been his idea to split up and bring it back up in their
own way, getting Tetsurou alone and mentioning it in an off handed comment. He knows that
Bokuto has spent his own time trying to just get Tetsu to agree without a fight but it hasn’t
gotten them anywhere. Akaashi’s own attempt was spent during a more sensual interaction, a
head massage that had been enough to have Tetsu on the verge of falling asleep when
Akaashi softly mentioned that he thinks it would be nice to be able to share a name, whispers
into soft, dark hair that he wouldn’t mind carrying Tetsu’s name.
He told Akaashi, later when they were alone and he had made fun of the way Akaashi had
been rumpled when he arrived into the kitchen, that it was a new low he hadn’t expected to
see. A low that he didn’t think any of them would stoop to but Akaashi just gave him a lazy
smirk and a shrug. “All is fair in love and war.”

“You’re insufferable. Kou has been nothing but a bad influence on you.” Tsukishima had
vowed then to take it to the next level.

He didn’t anticipate the next level to be the most outlandish thing he’s ever done, but here he
was, standing in the same black shorts and white t shirt that he had so willingly tossed to the
back of the closet the moment he had graduated. The black jacket had been tossed aside,
Tetsurou’s hands nearly ripping it off of him in his fervor to get under the uniform.

Tetsurou’s own jacket was rumpled on the floor, tossed aside and kicked to the corner,
forgotten immediately. Kei didn’t realize how into the whole ‘what if we dressed up and
made out like teenagers again’ Tetsu would be until his back was pressed against the closet
door and Tetsu’s knee was nudging his own apart. Shit, he thought as his head fell back and
thumped against the door, Tetsu’s lips tracing down his jaw.

“Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to do this every day of that camp?” Tetsu’s voice
was rough as he spoke into Kei’s skin, muffled only by the fabric of the t shirt against his
collarbone that he was biting at. “I wanted to take you to the equipment room and keep you
locked up in there.”

Kei’s eyes would normally roll at the way Tetsurou would talk about their past, about the way
they had met and how taken they had been with each other, refusing to speak about it until
years later when Kou and Keiji hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it either. But they
rolled now, to the back of his head as he bit down on his lip hard to keep the sound of his
groans as quiet as possible, unwilling to let Tetsurou know how much this was effecting him.

“I wonder if any of your team would have noticed if you didn’t come back at curfew.” Tetsu’s
teeth drag against the skin of his neck and he shudders, knees threatening to give out. “How
long could I have kept you in my bed if I had just stolen you away?” Tetsu was bound to talk
almost the entire time, something Kei had teased him about but never seemed to stop. This
was an even better set up for him to mention the surname conversation, lead him into it
without raising suspicion. But the thought is ripped from his mind as he moans out loud when
he feels a hand slide into his shorts and grab him through the fabric of his briefs. “Wonder
how many blocks you could have pulled off when I was done with you.”

“Why don’t you find out now?” He groans as he tilts his head back up, hands grabbing at
Tetsu’s hips, at his sides, trying to grasp onto any part that will ground him enough to push
them apart. The door handle is just to his right and all Tetsu has to do is reach around him and
pull it open so they can slip inside and finish what Kei had started. “Why don’t you show me
what I was missing?”

Tetsu has never turned down an opportunity to sneak off with one of them and now was no
different as he was pulling the door open behind Kei and pressing both of them into the
darkness, fumbling with their clothing now that they were ‘alone’. There’s no words now,
only the sounds of their labored breathing and the way a moan gets caught in Kei’s chest as
he chokes on the sound with the way Tetsu’s fingers feel as they move.

His cheeks is pressed against the cool wall and he’s clenching his eyes shut as he tries to keep
his composure, refusing to break when he has to maintain some semblance of coherence. But
Tetsu is pressing into him slowly and he can feel his fingers clawing at the wall, scrambling
to grab onto something before his body is moving with the force of Tetsu’s thrusts.

“You look good like this.” The words are mumbled into the back of his neck and it causes a
shiver to go through his body, Tetsurou groaning behind him as his body tenses and relaxes.
“We wasted too much time before but I’m going to make up for that now.”

It’s the only cue Kei has, the only opening he’s found, and he takes it, even as the words
come out as a moan. “Then why waste time with us not sharing a name?”

Tetsurou freezes behind him and Kei has to wonder if he’s ruined the mood entirely. He’s
never had to go relieve himself because of something he said but he supposes there is a first
time for everything. “Did you just say that you want to have my name?” Kei wonders how
the conversations had gone with Kou and Keiji if this is the tone Tetsu is taking with him. He
gives a nod, his head lightly thumping against the wall as he does.

“We’re married, you asshole. Why wouldn’t I want to have-” He’s cut off with a sharp thrust
from Tetsurou and he’s pressing himself agaisnt the wall now, the slow pace turning rougher
now as he hears the way his statement is now affecting Tetsu.

“I didn’t believe it when Kou asked.” Tetsu grunts as he digs his fingers into Kei’s hips,
pulling him back as he thrusts in with a snap of his hips. “I almost didn’t believe it when
Keiji mentioned it.” He pauses to grind against Kei, whispering into his ear, “You have no
idea how hot it was when he asked.” He pulls himself back and continues his pace again.
“But hearing you ask for it?” He gives a laugh that’s dark and deep in his chest. “I should
have made you beg first, but this is even better.”

Kei doesn’t remember anything Tetsu says after that because the pace starts to speed up and
the thrusts feel like they’re somehow deeper. He doesn’t last much longer before he’s
pressing his forehead against the wall and he’s regretting how much of a mess it would be for
him to have to clean up later, a second wave of pleasure hitting him when he feels Tetsu tense
up behind him before there’s warmth inside him that makes his eyes roll.

The four of them sit at their dinner table, picking at their dinner, when Tetsurou clears his
throat and places his chopsticks down. “Okay.” He says first, hands clasping in front of him
and resting on the edge of the table. “You’ve convinced me. I don’t know how we’re
supposed to do this but you’ve all been really convincing that this is a good idea. So let’s do
it.”

Kei, Koutarou, and Keiji’s eyes meet and there’s a matching smirk that curls up the corner of
their mouths on their faces. Game on, it’s unspoken but it’s there, hanging between them.
Tetsurou has started the countdown.
End Notes

I have so many plans to expand on this hopefully ;___;

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