Title: None the wiser
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke belongs to Fujimaki Tadatoshi.
Rating: M
Setting: In universe, sometime during and/or post Winter Cup.
Spoilers/warnings: Largely manga-based. Vague references to the Winter Cup matches. Devilish Kuroko.
Thankyouxiemercitackarigatougracias: EudaimonArisornae, for beta-reading & support, always.
A/N: This is a sequel/bonus smut compendium (...) to 'Kisses are a better fate' (picking up after the events in 'Kiss 016-017'). However, reading the prequel is not a must to enjoy this small piece of utter indecency, I guess ;D
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~Predicament of the Tiger~
"N-no… that's reckless… leave him... hmm... don't attack! It's an evident case of bait and bleed... wait for Masamune..." Hyuuga Junpei muttered incoherently in his sleep.
His ramblings, Kiyoshi Teppei's occasional mumbles (sounding suspiciously like 'mm peaches'), and the combined sleeping sounds of the rest of the Seirin High basketball team filled the club room. From outside the building, the muffled sounds of distant traffic could be heard, a soft hum to manifest the fact that Tokyo was never truly quiet, nor completely asleep.
It had never bothered Kagami before.
He was hardly the insomniac type. Rather, he would fall heavily asleep the moment his head hit the pillow, regardless of location and circumstances. Hence, the fact he presently could not find any peace whatsoever was all new to him; a mystery of sorts, even.
The red-haired teen shifted his head a little, sighing as his eyes swept over the dim room, catching only the darkly outlined silhouettes of his teammates spread about randomly on the floor on makeshift futons.
How the hell did it come to this?
Running a hand over his face, Kagami was hit by a lightning-clear memory flash of Aida Riko's excited face as she declared they would be staying in the gym all Saturday in order to up their abilities as a team to the max. Kagami suspected it was only an excuse to have them work themselves to death. They had been pressing their physical abilities to the utmost all day, only to be forced to watch innumerous basketball videos and strategy charts and whatnot until they went positively cross-eyed, and practically lacked the stamina and willpower to even make it home.
"Not a problem! You'll sleep in the gym! That way you'll preserve your stamina and we'll continue tomorrow as soon as you wake up!"
Was what she had said. Kagami sighed inwardly. Not that he minded the training or anything, nor did he particularly care about where he was sleeping. It was just this tiny detail, that now—when it came down to it—he just could not do it.
It did not matter that coach had taken #2 with her (to his immense relief), he still felt uneasy. There was a presence more unsettling than that monstrous little furball still in the room, after all. Kagami squeezed his eyes shut, attempting to breath slow and deeply.
Luckily, several futons and sleeping boys were separating him from Kuroko, and even when he strained his eyes he could not really make out his form in the darkness behind the others. He really was quite small. On the flipside, he usually had no trouble spotting his shadow at all.
Kagami frowned in slight irritation. He had a nagging suspicion that that seemingly pointless detail might be keeping him awake, too; that he could not tell exactly where Kuroko was. He was evidently there, breathing the same air as him, yet not within his field of vision—and it kind of irked him.
Get the hell out of my head already!
Clenching his fists under the cover, Kagami concentrated hard at directing his thoughts elsewhere; anywhere but that place, really. That place his brain cells had taken a shameless liking to, where they persistently struggled to go; for no apparent reason but to take a stroll amongst the blue and the incongruity.
"Damnit", Kagami cursed under his breath.
Life must be out to get him. As though it was not bad enough he had been having serious lapses of concentration on the basketball court lately. He tended to become pathetically preoccupied with less-than-innocent inner visions as soon he caught sight of flashes of pale skin, slender hips and sweat-dampened light blue hair. Not to speak of the fact he could not take a proper shower after practise anymore, without forcing his eyes shut and pretend to be in a ridiculous hurry in order not to glimpse...
For fuck's sake.
It did not work at all. His mind was revolting and this familiar, inescapable warmth was slowly creeping up his loins. It was really fucking untimely, and he knew it, yet he could not help but secretly marvel at the delectable tingles. Just little bit...
No! Hell, I need to just go to sleep and everything...
"...'tis Sanada you want...hum... no, it'll backfire...pineapples?"
Shut up Captain!
Jerking the cover over his head, Kagami twisted on the futon, turning his back to the sleepy mumbles about Sengoku warlords and whatever other rubbish was tumbling out of Hyuuga's mouth—only to find himself face to face with something far more aggravating.
A shadowy figure was squatting next to his futon, his oval-shaped eyes impassively staring down his very soul. Kagami instinctively scuffled backwards, heart in throat and an impending sense of panic rising in his chest as he regarded his teammate's shadowed face.
"Kuroko?!" he burst in a half-choked voice, restrained only by the acute awareness of their sleeping teammates and the red lights in his head, blinking madly. This was really not a good time and Kuroko was way too close.
The blue-haired boy regarded him unblinkingly for another beat. Kagami could not discern his facial expression well in the dark, save for a faint gleam in his eyes, but he had an inkling there was not much except the ordinary blankness going on. What Kuroko did next required less sharp night vision, however.
Casually lifting the covers, the smaller boy calmly crawled in under them, placing his head on Kagami's pillow as though it was the most natural thing in the world. Like, he had just leisurely been walking about, looking for a suiting place to nap and—voilà—there it was. By chance, it just happened to be Kagami's futon. Kagami inhaled shakily.
This is bad.
Someone was shifting on their futon beside them, groaning in his sleep. Glancing warily about the room, Kagami could feel his entire body stiffen in alarm. He looked down on Kuroko's face. The boy looked perfectly tranquil, his shut eyes and the softness of his facial lines only just visible in the dimness. If Kagami did not know better, he would have thought the little bastard had already gone to sleep.
"What're you doing?" he ground out quietly between his teeth as he slid back under the covers in a way he thought unassuming and discreet, maintaining a respectable distance between himself and the other boy. Well, as respectable as could be, seeing how they were sharing a single-sized futon.
"Sleeping," Kuroko replied in a subdued, yet characteristically dull voice.
"I got that, damnit," Kagami growled lowly. "I meant—why here?! You've got a futon of your own, haven't you?"
"I have," Kuroko agreed.
"Then what the hell's wrong with that one?"
"It's not very comfortable." Kuroko opened one eye to look at Kagami innocently. "I figured Kagami-kun's would be softer and warmer and bigger."
"Why the hell would you think that?!" Kagami whispered angrily, barely able to contain his voice as heat was rushing to his face. He was not hearing that just now, he was certainly not being lead astray by that choice of words—it was just not happening.
"Well," said Kuroko monotonously. "Isn't it?"
"I—", Kagami began, but was silenced as a hand was placed between his legs, gently grabbing the outlines of his semi-erected cock through the fabric of his sweatpants, in a totally matter-of-factly way.
Oh.
God.
Damn.
Kagami could not suppress a startled little yelp as blood shot through his veins with embarrassing force.
"Thought so," Kuroko mumbled in a point-blank sort of manner, removing his hand.
Kagami was endlessly thankful for the darkness of the room, knowing he was a furiously blushing mess at this point. He was sure he could hear someone turn on their mattress again, but the sound seemed oddly far off, muted in a disturbing way as his pulse pounded with deafening force within his head.
No good, no good—no good at all.
"What're—fuck, you need to go, Kuroko," he whispered urgently, mustering up all his wavering willpower in order to provide his arms with some strength as he pushed the smaller boy away from him. "Go back to your own damn futon already."
"Why?" wondered Kuroko, making no signs of either complying or resisting the arms pushing lamely at his chest. Rather, he just placidly crawled back under the covers as soon as Kagami gave up (he had to, since his hands were tingling and burning with intolerable heat after touching the little devil).
"Why? I don't know... Just, you can't stay here, damnit. Please, just go back now," Kagami pressed, a notion of panic now clearly audible in his hoarse whispering voice.
"I don't wanna."
Kagami's brain went on standby for a second.
"You—you don't wanna?" he repeated incredulously, almost forgetting to whisper. "The hell does that mean?!"
"It means I wanna stay with Kagami-kun," Kuroko offered simply, moving in even closer to him, his small hands grasping Kagami's upper arm as he gave him a long look from under his ruffled bangs. "Can't I?"
The fucking coup de grâce.
I'm dead.
Kagami rolled over on his back.
"For fuck's sake," he mumbled exasperatedly, as he ran a hand over his intensely burning face. "I don't care. Do whatever the hell you want, just... Just keep a little distance, will ya."
He was half-expecting another 'why' at this, but Kuroko chose another, new way of completely dismissing his wishes. Wordlessly, the little brat snuggled up close to him, contentedly burying his face in the space between his neck and collarbone. The warm gust of his breath effortlessly forced itself in under Kagami's skin, sending butterflies on rampage down his stomach. A small hand was casually placed upon his chest, more or less burning a hole through his t-shirt; Kagami felt as though it was touching the raw, bolting essence of his heart dead on, and he trembled.
"Kagami-kun smells good," Kuroko mumbled into his neck, his soft lips grazing the sensitive skin just under his ear as they moved. Kagami wanted to say something; possibly curse him, possibly tell him likewise—the faint vanilla-scent was immensely pleasing and unbearable at the same time—but he found talking was not within his capability anymore.
Kuroko's hand lightly pressed down, and Kagami was convinced he must be feeling his heart thundering under his palm, as he himself was painfully aware of its excessive somersaulting. If the other boy noticed however, he made no sign of it, as he slowly let his hand slide further down the redhead's chest.
Kagami was unconsciously holding his breath as Kuroko's hand played with the hem of his t-shirt for a vibrant moment, before insouciantly snaking its way in and under the layer of cotton. Carefully, yet somewhat eagerly, the little hand traced the taut muscles of his abdomen and chest; a smouldering heat following in the wake of his silky fingertips, setting fire to Kagami's skin. His nipples stiffened in a totally embarrassing way as Kuroko's fingers curiously brushed over them. It was ethereal in all the wrong ways.
Fuck, I need to tell him to stop or else this is gonna...
A velvety, warm little tongue lapped at his neck. Kagami's breath hitched in his throat again and a part of him just could not stand it, while the other whole-heartedly loved it and this was torture, this was hell. No? Kuroko licked the skin on his neck wet and screaming in sensation-overload. His hand was once more wandering towards that place.
It needs to stop.
Tentative fingers conveyed the boldest of touches. Kuroko's hand was tracing the outlines of his erection through the fabric of his pants once more, lightly, yet with the same unapologetic air as he did everything else. Kagami could not help but let out a shaky breath at the touch, turning his blushing face away from the other boy and squeezing his eyes shut.
I can't do it. I can't stop it. I can't...
Unconcerned, the smaller boy ran his tongue down his now fully exposed neck, kissing and licking a scorching trail along his neckline while slowly rubbing his hand over that aching area a little bit harder. Kagami groaned inwardly, wanting more and less at the same time.
...I can't take it.
"Kuroko..." he whispered, huskily, quietly—barely audible. Kuroko fingers closed briefly around him, squeezing tauntingly through the fabric, sending shivers dancing along his spine and blood to rush more, harder. Kagami could feel him smiling into his neck, intermitting the sweetly torturous tongue assault for a moment.
"What is it, Kagami-kun?" he whispered against his skin, lips and voice filled with vibrant tingles.
Face still turned away, cheeks still incessantly burning and eyes still shut—Kagami ground out the most embarrassing thing he had said in his entire life (the 'he's my brother'-line coming in as a close second).
"Just... just touch me already."
What was worse; what had been meant to come out as a command sounded much more like a breathless plea.
Kill me now.
He could feel Kuroko smiling again, and his head spun; he could not decide whether it was courtesy of the utter mortification or the waves of consuming arousal passing over him. The time to reflect upon in was sparse. Small, surprisingly sharp, canines were sinking into the delicate skin of his neck, biting down gently while playful fingers strayed downwards. They traced the shape of his hipbones teasingly, just above the waistband of his boxers, before slipping under the fabric.
Kagami had to bite down on his arm in order not to moan out loud as Kuroko's fingers wrapped around him. He was so embarrassingly hard, and a part of him just wanted to die—while the other was ridiculously keen on living. The direct contact was mind-splitting, the soft fingers running along his throbbing arousal so impossibly tender and blunt at the same time, he could hardly bear it.
It's too damn good.
In a daze of growing, raging lust and the vague sense of affright coming with it, Kagami realised that he probably would wake up the entire room if this went on for much longer. He half-heartedly cursed his stupidity, his demand to be touched had been downright idiotic and now it was too late. Pandora's bloody box was wide open, was it not? Damn damn damn. The smaller boy's breathing seemed a little shallow against his neck now, Kagami distantly noted, before the hand started to slowly stroke him and coherent thinking dwindled into nullity.
He had dreamt of this.
Just barely able to stifle a groan of pleasure, he turned towards Kuroko. For a beat, the lights of a passing car filtered through the windows of the gym, momentarily casting a flash of light across his teammate's face. Kagami glimpsed wetly glistening lips and mildly flushed cheeks under unruly strands of light blue, and, just before the light faded; large eyes filled with hazy, startlingly intense want, gazing up at him.
"Fuck it," Kagami cursed lowly under his breath, feeling reason slip between his fingers. The beast within was stirring, and something told him that was what Kuroko had wanted all along, but he was really past caring.
Roughly, he yanked his teammate close by grabbing his neck, kissing him with deep, desperately pent-up want. As though he had been waiting for it, Kuroko eagerly complied, parting his lips willingly to meet his tongue with his own, hot and wet and marked by the tint of vanilla. His hand was still down his pants, stroking in a purposefully slow manner, driving the redhead practically insane with need.
Kagami's fingers trembled as he finally allowed them to wander as they liked, the aching tingles diffusing into small explosions of heat under his hands. I'm touching him. It was heavenly. The feel of treading his fingers through silky locks of blue hair, straying down a slender back to slither in and under his t-shirt; just a little bit too impatiently, too shakily, too fervently.
The smaller boy's skin was seamless and warm to the touch, his chest rising in shallow breaths and vibrating with the beats of his heart.
Wh-what?
Kagami reluctantly broke the kiss. His brain was temporarily forced into active mode as it picked up on this wondrous little detail, the absolutely inconceivable fact that Kuroko's heart was beating so hard and fast—for him. He could feel his own heart swelling inexplicably at the realisation, and primal urges fully awakening, roaring in consent.
Mindlessly, he thrust his hand down Kuroko's loosely fitting pants, finding the boy as desperately hot and straining as himself, and it was so senselessly satisfying it was all he could do not come on the spot. His shadow emitted a muffled yelp at the sudden action, and buried his little face into his shoulder, but arched into the touch all the same. Kagami almost whimpered in delight, helplessly triggered by this bluntly adorable reaction.
Despite the fact that this was the first time he had ever touched another boy, he was no stranger to the act in itself, mind, and mimicking Kuroko's movements turned out to be disturbingly easy. He touched his teammate in the same manner he was being touched, slowly at first, before the deliberate strokes inevitably turned into shorter, faster ones. Kagami tried to stifle his quickened breathing by hiding his face in Kuroko's mess of silky hair. His other hand was unconsciously clutching the back of his shadow's t-shirt, twisting the fabric into a hard knot.
The other boy's quiet breathing was evolving into hitched, shallow pants and muffled moans—please let everyone be sleeping deep as hell—and the puffs of hot air against his neck set flames to Kagami's remaining restraint. Somewhere, he desperately wanted it to last longer, for the wondrous surges of heat to be ever-lasting, but he knew it was futile. The sensations were overpowering. There was not a part of him able to withstand the warmth any longer, not a single cell in his body ready to put up a fight. Frankly, he could do nothing but submit to the rhythm of their hands and the earth-shattering pleasure coursing through his veins.
"Fuck, Kuroko—I'm..." he whispered throatily into his shadow's hair, unable to string together a more eloquent warning as his hand movements turned jerky.
"Me...nnngh... too..."
The soft, indistinct utterance of shaky words against his neck tipped the scales. Kagami shut his eyes, feeling his entire body tense up and—oh my fucking god—mind-numbing heat shot through him, setting every fraction of his being ablaze with immense pleasure. He came; violently, uncontrollably, harder than he had ever come before, spraying hotly over Kuroko's hand and stomach.
The other boy trembled, and latched on to his neck, biting down hard, although Kagami could barely feel it. His head was swimming, his body numb and he was only vaguely aware of the small, drawn-out moan Kuroko let out before he reached his climax too, adding to the sticky mess between them.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Don't move.
Don't think.
Kagami's mind was a lacuna, and he found the blankness blissful. Although distantly mindful he would need to kick start his brain eventually, he could not be bothered. Not yet. He needed to rest in the moment for a little longer. Kuroko was still so very close to him, head still resting against his shoulder, and breathing slowly, just a little bit unevenly, against his skin. Something like instinct urged Kagami to wrap his arms around his teammate's small back and simply breathe in the scent of vanilla for the span of a heartbeat.
Someone gave a loud snore on the other side of the room and the redhead tensed immediately, effectively yanked out of his daze. Reality was filtering through his mind, cutting like a knife at his consciousness, along with the horrible misgiving someone might have heard them. That little suspicion weighed significantly heavier than the sense of panic he should be drowning in, seeing what had just happened.
Should?
It dawned on Kagami that he was not half as bothered by that—that thing he had done with Kuroko—as he logically should be. The fluttery warmth in his chest was much more prominent, for some reason.
"Kagami-kun made a mess," Kuroko commented in a low voice, stirring within his arms a little awkwardly, obviously referring to the sticky wetness between them.
"Me?! The fuck, Kuroko, you as well—" Kagami burst in immediate fury, before recalling their predicament and quickly hushing down.
"The dragon lord... will crush them..." Hyuuga mumbled, turning in his sleep again.
Kagami forced himself to stay silent, gritting his teeth as his heart pounded hard in alarm. Kuroko appeared unfazed however, as he sat up, wriggling out of his t-shirt and calmly cleaned himself up with the piece of clothing, before crawling out of the covers.
Huh?
"What are you doing?" Kagami whispered before he could stop himself. He felt strangely crestfallen.
"I'm going back to my futon," Kuroko deadpanned, tilting his head slightly to the side. "It's really too cramped here."
Kagami stared at him, thrown.
"Goodnight then, Kagami-kun."
Leaning in on his hands, Kuroko lowered his head and placed a little kiss on his teammate's forehead, before rocking back on his heels and standing up. The notions of what doubtlessly was to become quite the atrocious bed-head were evident even in the darkness, strands of messy hair sticking out in every possible direction. Then, within a blink of an eye, his small silhouette had submerged into the shadows.
The hell?
Kagami cursed inwardly, exasperatedly rubbing his temples.
"Then don't come here in the first place, damnit," he muttered half-heartedly under his breath, using his own t-shirt to clean up as well, before pulling up the covers and rolling over on his stomach. The frustration and the butterfly wings were giving way for heavy exhaustion. It seemed sleep would not elude him any longer, at least.
"...and do something about that head of yours," Kagami whispered tiredly into the pillow, before his brain finally switched off and he drifted into a deep sleep.