Summary: A series of AU one-shots consisting of either Oreshi!AkaKuro or Bokushi!Akakuro or even both in one go! Prompts are also accepted c:
Pairings: All AkaKuro though slight side pairings, maybe.
Warnings: Slight OOCness towards various situations, head canons, sexual implications
Ratings may change later on.
[ 1 ] Heaven's Grief; Hell's Reign
Inspired by Fall Out Boy's Just One Yesterday
*OreshiKuro
What does it mean when despair is bitter-sweet, when the body writhes in agony yet is filled with ecstasy by the feeling?
Despite his dull, expressionless demeanor, Kuroko Tetsuya was full of life, bringing bright rays of the sun to anyone who crossed his flowery, angelic path. As the crowned King of Angels, the male angel with glowing pale alabaster skin was indeed more than possibly the greatest heavenly being to have been created. He cared for all, angels, humans, animals, and demons alike, never judging their imperfections or previous actions. His large aquamarine eyes adored absolutely everything that had come across his line of vision, taking the time to enjoy every moment spent. The holy being was an enigma to all who have met the angel, unable to decipher the male wholey. But that was just another reason as to why every one was quite fond of his unextinguishable existence. He was the liveliest of all with those expressionless eyes that accepted all.
The King of Angels, however, kept a deadly secret that was under lock and key, in the depths of his very soul. The secret was sealed between a pair of chilly lips and an apple in between, marking the sin that existed with the knowledge of such confidential matters. And how it started, Kuroko Tetsuya could only reminisce fondly of such memory that could not be shared outside of his and the other party's mind.
Tetsuya remembered features of glowing peach skin and feline-like dichromatic eyes that pierced through his body with it's crimson and golden shimmer. The other male had been draped in a large, scorching scarlet kimono that dragged past his feet that walked on with sheer confidence and superiority. The aura of brilliance exerted from the crimson-headed devil caused the angel to react sheepishly at the other party's presence, despite their equal titles of King. It was quite an accidental meeting; trips to purgatory were compulsory and became a perfunctory action for both, in which they accounted for every soul and organized them to specific groups, never having the chance to meet. It wasn't that they avoided each other or resented one another, but simply never crossed paths. Sure, their species were sworn enemies, but the two beings had never truly been of polar opposites. In fact, they had a lot more in common then they were initially aware of.
That first meeting had been under the tree of Eve, where bright red apples hung, never falling, always ripe and ready to consume.
It was but a simple question that the King of Devils had uttered, speaking with a syrupy mischevious voice and half lidded mismatched eyes certainly captivating.
Would you fancy an apple, by any chance?
The response was immediate, stated matter-of-factly with no trace of emotion.
No.
But the other creature simply chuckled and stroked the sharp charcoal horns atop his head all the while the angel fiddled with his stark white feathers. For an odd, questionable reason, they were acquainted with advances of violent statements stated in casual, conversational manners.
I've thought of angels choking on their halos, the devil had said in an amused tone, eyeing the glowing disc floating atop the King's head.
I've thought of devils being pierced through their heart by their own tails, Tetsuya replied in his never-changing monotone voice.
Both pairs of eyes were lidded dully to express a sort of boredom they tried to convey, but both knew other wise. Yes, they were both interested. And so it went on.
And so their lavish trysts continued on, under the large tree of Eve in purgatory. Their conversations would always start the exact same way, with Akashi Seijuurou inquiring Tetsuya for a bite of an apple, in which the angelic being rejected respectfully.
They spoke of many different matters, expressing their opinions with no other judgement than what they knew, listening to each other respectfully with requited interest. Tetsuya had learned much of the all great and powerful Seijuurou and how the devil was quite irascible and meticulous, all the while quite adamant of his own opinions. Despite those flaws (that were quite adorable at times, Tetsuya had noted), the devil was quite a gentlman, a smooth talker, and very respectful. He never underestimated anyone, nor did he belittle people when it was unnecessary (though he had admitted to doing so to scum sinners who were quite full of themselves). Those certain attributes to the mischevious King of Hell made him all the more admirable to the blue-headed angel who fonded at their elongated conversations under that apple tree, that apple tree where it all began.
Their rendesvous continued on with no pause, always and always beginning with an inquiry of an apple to the angel. The paradigm was a response of rejection but one day, one odd day, Tetsuya had responded with a soft, shy tone foreign to Seijuurou's ears.
Would you fancy an apple?
Only if you share it with me, was the sheepish entreaty.
The next few actions were swift; they passed through Tetsuya's mind like a flashing string of film. Seijuurou had plucked a nearby apple, it's deliciously scarlet colour shimmering. The angel with bright azure eyes had leaned in, crunching a piece of the forbidden fruit between his pearl teeth, its flavorful juice slipping into his mouth and landing onto his plentiful tastebuds. Seijuurou's eyes widened in bewilderment, yet his face quickly contorted to one of amusement as his lips twisted into a smirk, and his sharp fangs dug onto the other side of the fruit. After just one bite, the devil had thrown the apple to the side and connected his chilly lips with the angels' own, relishing in the piquant taste of one another's lips.
Tetsuya had known all along, the meaning to the incessant inquiries of apples. The true translation, of course was quite simple.
Are you interested in sinning?
Only if it is with you. I shall sin, then.
If Tetsuya had any regrets of his decision, they would be of his sheepish request. He absolutely loved the feel of the devil's lips on his, the adrenaline spreading through his very veins knowing he was tainting his own virtue. How could something so wrong be so ecstasy? The answer didn't matter. It never did. Because all along, the angel had been waiting for such events to occur, ever since the very first meeting.
Akashi Seijuurou was the same, the ruler of all hellish creatures, enjoying the sin he had created with an angel. It wouldn't be a lie if he had admitted he was simply interested in pouring rose water inside the angel's mouth, intoxicating him and tainting him, playing him as a worthless creature. Yes, that is what the devil had formerly intended to do upon meeting the lazuli-eyed angel but in the end, could not. Had he ever met such an infallible creature, he could not recall. From the smoothness of Tetsuya's lips to the shimmer of his alabaster skin, to those large eyes that normally expressed nothing but truly was quite vehement. The very first meeting was surprisingly far from innospitable; they had exchanged interesting statements that left free reign of acqaintance between the two. And as their meetings continued on with simple exchanges of words, opinions and such, Seijuurou's thoughts became desultory out of purgatory. His mind was filled to the brim with the enigma named Kuroko Tetsuya, lusting more and more, growing ever more greedy, sinking deeper and deeper into unintended affection and adoration. Was it love? No, it was far too soon for that. They had shared kisses every meeting, but nothing more. The devil simply wanted to take things to the next level, to relish in euphoria with the angel that caused his unbeating heart to grow mushy.
Caused by frustration, Seijuurou brought a vanilla-flavored candy apple with him the very next rendesvous with his Tetsuya, hoping to relieve his sexual frustrations. Like always, however, his plans were ruined as an aroused, tantalizing angel hopped on top of him, begging to be touched and kissed and well, fucked.
Such an innocent display caused the devil to retreat, coming to his senses. He couldn't taint the angel- no. That was far beyond the sins they have exchanged, far too beyond what he had intended. Of course he wanted to simply take the angelic being under him and make him writhe in pleasure, screaming his name and only his name. But such a devious act on his part; he had to refrain. The red head simply bid the sky-haired male a 'Until the next time,' with unwavering, dull eyes of boredom, leaving a horny Tetsuya all by himself, finishing the apple in solitude.
When Tetsuya had returned from such an event, he had locked himself up in his large room (which he had decorated with snips of red here and there to remind him of his, lover, if he could call Akashi-kun that), taking his weeping cock in his hands and pumping himself to rid the unnerving arousal. Yes, Tetsuya was indeed fuming at Seijuurou's actions, but more at the part in which he was left to fend for himself in a situation foreign to his angelic actions. For the rest of the time, the king found himself lusting for the devil more and more, unable to control the arousal that swept his instincts everytime he harbored impure thoughts of the dreaded Akashi Seijuurou.
And with the next meeting, Tetsuya cuffed Seijuurou's wrists together, setting his heavenly self atop the scarlet-headed's lap, with lewd, teasing movements and quivering lips that begged to be taken.
"Tetsuya-kun, wha-"
"It's all Akashi-kun's fault," Tetsuya breathed in a silvery soft murmur, lazuli eyes half lidded. "He left me last time... That's why I'm.."
And Seijuurou couldn't help but chuckle, amusement present in his look of adoration. "Tetsuya-kun looks absolutely tantalizing right now. If you would not mind uncuffing me, I will gladly solve your problem," the devil whispered in a seductive, modulated voice pleasant to the angel's ears.
As if in a trance, Tetsuya had uncuffed the male quickly, wrapping his slender arms around the demonic creature's neck. This was the last and final step in sealing their sin, to be physically united under a tree filled with forbidden fruits, where the angel would uncover the true meaning of ecstacy and enter euphoria. Was the angel hesitant? Of course he was. But if it was with Seijuurou...
If it's with Akashi-kun, then I would.
"Tetsuya-kun," Seijuurou breathed, pressing his icy cold lips against the ears of the angel. "If you're sure, then say my name. Only my name.." Because anything you say will be held against you. It was an unspoken statement, yet understood by both parties.
"Akashi-kun," Tetsuya replied with a warm smile.
The angel had writhed in sheer ecstasy by the cold probing of the devil's fingertips, the sky-haired male's nails digging deep into the bare back of his lover. Tetsuya was simply amazed at how dexterous Seijuurou truly was, this fingers delving deep within his entrance, all the while his other hands pumping his half-hard cock. The rest was like any other fantasy both parties harbored, yet quite a bit more extravagant and pleasure-filled. The erotic scene beneath Seijuurou caused his control to waver, almost pounding the virgin senseless. Tetsuya had a pleasant view as well, the sight of the devil playfully pinching at his thighs with his lips certainly quite appealing. The memory was quite faint, blurry yet filled with wheezy, intoxicated screams and incessant panting and pleading. When the climax was reached, three words escaped both parties' lips impetuously. Whether it was a mistake, Tetsuya would never regret it. Seijuurou could never. But both didn't know that.
I love you.
[So I re-read this and realize how fucking confusing the whole thing was. So after it is stated that Tetsuya is reminiscing, these are just some flashbacks of his time in purgatory with Seijuurou and after this it isn't anymore. Kind of.]
So why was affliction so intoxicating? How could it be so savory yet painful at a time? Surely, it should not.
Reminiscing of such events simply continued to bring Tetsuya into uncontrollable tears, his heart pounding erratically in a painful manner. A sharp knife was piercing his heart over and over as the ponderous despair spread throughout his body, causing every move to ache.
He shrieked and screeched and cried and wrecked his room, where he locked himself inside, starving himself all the while sucking in all the grace from the world. The King of angels was faltering, deteriorating all for the sake of love. Was loving a devil such a sin? Why did he not have free will of his own love life? Why couldn't a king control how he lived?
It all occured in an elongated blur where the general of angels, Kagami Taiga, had followed the King into purgatory and witnessed the affair between the two kings of different upbringings. When Tetsuya had returned, he was met with hostility and threats, and a Kagami Taiga who had reported to beings holier than angels, in which they forbid the King from traveling out of heaven.
In the beginning of such punishment, the king of angels had thought that everything would be alright, believing that the creatures of heaven would understand his sentimental reasons for having an affair with a devil. But after days and days of not only waiting for understanding as well as incessant tormenting from large bodies of angels, Kuroko Tetsuya could do none but waste away in the room of his palace, drowning in a pool of despair all the while heavenly bodies seeping grace into the teal-head's being to purify him from his sins. The more attempts in purifying the king, the deeper Tetsuya sank into despair, his existence detereorating. He continued, on and on, throwing childish tantrums here and there, pleading for his Akashi-kun because he missed his Akashi-kun dearly, especially Akashi-kun's kisses, sweet caresses, his melodious voice that caused his cheeks to flush a soft rosy color that his Akashi-kun admired. After a while, the angel simply gave up and lay in his bed, refusing to leave the comforts of the furniture as his body decayed.
Pretty soon the despair that filled him wasn't just his own. He felt the despair of all the angels who struggled to maintain the mortal world with grace as the demons of hell seized the land. He also felt the despair of the humans who were experiencing the terror of hell's apocalypse, feeling the torn souls who entered purgatory and heaven. But he had stopped caring at that time, his once stark white wings fading into a charcoal grey.
The generals sneered at the male resentfully, spitting out mocking, accusatory comments at the fallen king.
"Look what you did!" They spat incessantly. "You allowed yourself to be tainted by a devil no less, allowing him to corrupt your mind and purity, allowing him to fool you! How could you be so vulnerable and idiotic? You were our king! You deserve to waste away! You deserve to die!"
But Tetsuya never felt any hostility towards the accusatories who rained cruel nothings into his ears. He simply accepted the resent silently, with emotionless, dead eyes that had long faded into a pool of midnight black.
Yes, he thought to himself warily. It is my fault. I brought down the apocalypse. It is my fault. All of it is. Repenting will do no good; it simply will solve nothing. I must perish as there is no other way to atone for my sins.
Tetsuya accepted everything, slipping into the final depths of despair. He would decay without seeing his beloved's face, not hear his beloved's sultry voice. He would no longer feel the icy touch of his beloved, nor would he taste another red apple plucked from the tree of Eve. His days within the palace were long and cruel, often filled with unbearable silence or the cruel sneers of the angels who used to cherish his whole being that now waited for him to perish. They had even began new elections for the throne, he mused bitterly.
Soon, no sound mattered to Tetsuya. His eyes were forever closed, refusing to acknowledge the sight of colleagues who he had betrayed with their trust. He cared not for the clanking of footsteps emitted by hollow halls nearing his room, nor the creaking of his door open. He did not even gaze towards the entrance upon hearing Kagami Taiga, followed by a foreign, yet familiar disembodied voice that rung in his ears. Tetsuya simply shuffled in his wrecked mattress, burrowing his face into the pillow soaked in the trillions of tears he shed the past minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years. He had lost track of time, nor did he bother to track it at all. He didn't care. He would perish soon.
"Tetsuya." The name was spoken coldy, in a sharp tone foreign to his ears. But he knew it was his Akashi-kun's voice.
"Hm." Was the simple reply, along with ruffling of dirtied bed sheets.
"I am here to take over. The mortal world was conquered, and your kingdom is the last of my conquest. Your trial will began at dawn." They were harsh, each of Seijuurou's words were venomous and laced with resent.
Him, too?
"As you wish," Tetsuya breathed in a raspy, weak voice, throat sore and dry. It had hurt to speak as he hadn't done so in months. He could not deny the pain tugging at his chest, as well as the tears on the verge of spilling.
"Taiga, clean him up and prepare him with new clothes," Seijuurou commanded, his dichromatic eyes narrowing at the sight in front of him. Surely, it was not his Tetsuya that lay weakly in a shattered mattress, wings charcoal and limbs bony. His pale alabaster skin had turned ghostly white with gray hues at many points of his skin. 'Tis was a pitiful sight, yet only caused Seijuurou to grit his sharp teeth in hatred, for deep within his unbeating heart ached and he could do no good restraining himself from comforting his angel.
"Taiga. I'm waiting." Yet the larger angel did not move. His eyes were wide and filled with fear, limbs clenched tensely. "What is the matter?"
"I," the angel spoke gruffly, fists tightly clenched. "I lied.."
"What?" The devil inquired sharply, slipping out blades from his kimono.
"K-Kuroko was forced to stay with heaven's grounds. H-He didn't really end it with you.." And for once, Tetsuya opened his eyes, revealing the once lazuli gems that had turned into midnight black. His body shot up, revealing his bony frame to the eyes of Akashi Seijuurou.
"Taiga," Seijuurou hissed, clutching onto the blades. "Explain yourself further!"
"I followed Kuroko into purgatory and reported to the authorities of what I saw- which was his affair with yourself.. For that, he was left to perish in these walls.."
"Kagami-kun," Tetsuya breathed weakly, coughing erratically. Seijuurou bolted to his lover's side worriedly, with a green green, envious Kagami Taiga. "No, don't.. Touch me.. Aka..shi-kun," Tetsuya wheezed.
"Tetsuya.. Tetsuya," Seijuurou uttered breathlessly, embracing the fragile male only tighter at the request. "Look what they've done to you..! Tetsuya.. Tetsuya..! I won't forgive them! I'll obliterate every single one of them!"
"I'm.. So happy.. Akashi-kun isn't mad at me," Tetsuya wheezed with shimmering eyes as tears began to slip out of his sockets. The bluenett smiled meekly, a faint blush on his white cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.. Tetsuya I'll fix you! Everything will be okay.. I won't let you die!" Seijuurou muttered frantically.
But the fallen angel simply shook his head and closed his eyes, his smile ever present.
"Don't you dare take away everything I have, Tetsuya! Don't you dare!" The devil commanded, tears disobeying their beholder and spilling out of the mismatched eyes.
"I've thought a lot, Akashi-kun. Y'know, I even tried to choke on my halo," the angel joked weakly with a grin. "I don't think it's possible.."
"Tetsuya, stop.. Stop right now! I won't allow you to leave me!"
"Will you come with me, then?" The angel asked warily, opening his eyes half way to reveal adoration laced in those irises.
"Of course I will," Seijuurou breathed as he connected their lips softly, feeling the existence under him fade into nothingess. When he had re-opened his eyes, the tears had flooded out of his eyes with no reason to cease. He cried out in agony and the room was set ablaze, red and yellow flames scorching around him. Taiga had fleed, for fear of the devil's wrath. Outside the room, all heard the distressing sound of the devil's somber-filled screams, its screeching melody echoing to lands far and wide. His Tetsuya was gone.
He clawed at his own skin, blaming himself for the male angel's demise. The vehement in his feline dichromatic eyes directed at his own reflection in the mirror across his gaze. Biting his lip with his pointed sharp fangs, Seijuurou drew blood, continuously watching his reflection in desperation. Was this his fated ending? Suicide caused by a tryst, by a pathetically cliché forbidden love he had dare create? It did not matter for his heart had been stolen by the king of angels who perished in front of his gaze, with himself rendering useless to save his cherished one. Hell? How would it fend without him? What would happen to apocalyptic Earth? And Heaven?
Screw that, he sneered to himself as he drew a blade out of its sheath, intending to kill himself.
"How selfish of you, Tetsuya," he commented to himself as if the angel was there to hear it. He could picture a response in his head, the angel smiling warmly at him as a reply. With one quick thrust, he allowed the steel sword with his sigil engraved on its blade impale his lower abdomen, center of his stomach.
In a whisper, he mumbled,
Would you fancy an apple?
And died peacefully, with the image of his smiling angel's face.
Fin.
Editted! C:
I'm sorry the ending was so cliché
-Shittoko~